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bts-multi-stan · 2 months

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Jeon Jungkook- Soulmates

AN: Not me literally posting in 2021 and then disappearing, LOL. I hope you guys like this one! xoxo

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“Y/N how are you feeling? Only 5 minutes until you get your soulmate tattoo!” I glanced over at my friend Soo-ah, who was sitting up on her knees while staring at me excitedly. It was the night before my 21st birthday, and we were staying up until midnight so I could see my soulmate tattoo for the first time, right when the clock hit 12. The tattoo appears somewhere on your body, and it’s supposed to help you find your soulmate, the person that the universe fated you to be with. Some tattoos were a direct match of each other, but they could also be two different tattoos that compliment each other. Take my parents, for example. My mother had a bumblebee on her ankle and my father had a sunflower on his ankle. When two soulmates touch for the first time, their tattoo starts to tingle, and then glow, indicating the match.

“I would say I’m nervous, but I’ve been so nervous all day that now I’m just tired and want to get it over with and go to bed. I had a horrible night's sleep last night in anticipation. I’m exhausted” Soo-ah nods sympathetically. She had a similar experience the day before she received her soulmate tattoo. Except, unlike tonight, she ended up falling asleep right before midnight and didn’t see her tattoo until the next morning. So this time, she was determined to stay up with me, “to live vicariously through you,” she said earlier in the day. “I’m just gonna take a 5 minute power nap to rest my eyes, let me know when it’s midnight.” I shut my eyes and we sit in silence for the next few minutes. As Soo-ah’s alarm rings, I start to feel a tingling sensation on my right shoulder blade.

“Y/N it’s midnight!!!! Oh my god what’s your tattoo?! Where is it?!” I winced while opening my eyes while sitting up in her bed.

“It’s on my shoulder, help me up to your mirror please?” I reach both my arms out, and Soo-ah pulls me out of bed and towards her floor length mirror. Shrugging off my sweatshirt and turning around, I gasp. The tattoo is fairly small, but incredibly detailed. It’s a line of the planets in the solar system, in striking black ink. But what stood out was the sun and the planet Venus. Instead of the black ink, the two were outlined in purple, and had a slight shimmer to it. Reaching awkwardly around my back, I traced over the tattoo with my finger.

“It’s so beautiful, far more exciting than the jar of peanut butter on my wrist” Soo-ah said, causing me to laugh. “Here, let me get a photo of it,” I nodded and moved my hair to the side, while Soo-ah snapped a photo, and texted it to me. “Are you planning on posting it on any of the tattoo forums?”

“Probably not, but I’ll definitely join some to see if anyone has posted a photo that seems to match or compliment mine” I sat back down on the bed, forwarding the photo to my parents, who had already sent me happy birthday messages. I would’ve spent the night with them, but they were both in Europe for some work trip, hence why I was with Soo-ah. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“Happy 21st birthday Y/N!! And happy soulmark day! Let me see” Soo-ah’s mother entered the room, holding two pink velvet cupcakes and handed them to Soo-ah and me. Soo-ah’s mother was like my second mother, always stepping up to be there for me when my parents were away on business, which was often. When we were little, I would stay at their house, sometimes for weeks at a time. She worked as a producer at the HYBE Corporation, helping write and produce songs for BTS, Seventeen, and several other kpop groups and idols. Although, no amount of begging from me and Soo-ah would convince her to let us go to work with her.

“Thank you Mrs. Lee” I took the cupcake from her and turned around so she could get a good look at the tattoo, while I devoured the cupcake in a few bites.

“Hmm, this tattoo looks familiar to me” Her mom said, while whipping out her phone to snap a photo of it. I swear, I’ve seen it before” Soo-ah and I’s heads whipped around to look at her, while she typed on her phone.

“Really mom? Do you think it was from one of your friend’s kids, or maybe from someone from church?” Soo-ah asked. Her mom shook her head.

“I texted it to one of my colleagues. I think it’s from somewhere at work” My eyes widened, and Soo-ah and I shared a look with each other. My soulmate could potentially work at Hybe? Could it maybe be a trainee, or an idol? Soo-ah’s mom continued to observe my tattoo for a few minutes, when suddenly her phone rang. Who could be calling at this hour? She answered, surprisingly, “Hello? Ahh really? And it’s confirmed that it matches his tattoo? All right, I’ll let her know, thanks, see you tomorrow. Bye.” Soo-ah and I had moved towards each other, clutching each other in stress and anticipation.

“What was that all about? Did you find my soulmate that quickly?” I asked her. Her mom shook her head in disbelief.

“I just got off the phone with that colleague I told you about. He said that your tattoo is a 100% match for Jeon Jungkook’s tattoo. HR and their manager have already confirmed it.” Soo-ah and I’s mouths drops and I stare at her. I stare at her for so long that she starts waving her hands in front of our faces to snap us out of our trance.

“No. Way. So what happens next?” Soo-ah asks, while grabbing one of her plushes and pulling it close to her. She also throws her panda plush to me, which I am grateful for. I need something to squeeze in stress.

“Well, if you’re comfortable with it, HR wants to set up a meeting with you to talk about the situation. My guess is they’ll probably pull in some of BTS’ management team, PR, and some other professionals. Jungkook is currently in Japan promoting their comeback, but I’m sure he’ll be notified in the morning, alongside the rest of the guys. They’re thinking of having the meeting tomorrow. Are you okay to go in?” I nodded silently, still trying to process the whole situation. “Soo-ah, you can come too, since you’re now in on the secret. Y/N, hold off on telling your parents for now. I’m sure you’ll get all your questions answered tomorrow. And I’ll be with you the whole time” Soo-ah’s mom took my hand and squeezed it gently. “Try and get some sleep. I know how tired you are. In the morning we can write a list of all your questions over breakfast. And don’t forget, it is your birthday. We won’t forget to celebrate.” Throwing the panda plush aside, I wrapped my arms around her in a big hug.

“Thanks so much Mrs. Lee. You and Soo-ah’s support means everything to me.” She hugged back, and then got up to retire for the night.

“Good night girls. If you need help falling asleep, don’t forget there are melatonin gummies in the bathroom cabinet.” The door shut behind her, and Soo-ah and I stared at each other for a few moments. Then, she spoke.

“I think we’re going to need those melatonin gummies.

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The next morning, Soo-ah’s mom woke us up from our deep slumber for breakfast. As we sat down to eat, she let us know that the meeting was set for a few hours later in the day, and what to expect. We also brainstormed some general questions for them, mostly regarding privacy concerns, and other stuff. She also told us that Jungkook and the rest of the boys had been notified of the situation, and that he had already asked to send along a message for me.

Happy 21st birthday, my soulmate. I’ll see you soon, my love.

How is this man so damn perfect?

“I must’ve saved the country in a past life for the universe to reward me so generously” I said, while applying my makeup. Soo-ah snorted.

“Not just save the country. You must’ve saved the world. I’m so jealous of you. But I'm happy. I’m so happy for you. You have a heart of gold, and Jungkook is a lucky guy to be your soulmate.”

“Ahh, don’t make me cry! I just put on my eyeliner!”

“Oops, sorry about that. I’ll stop with the sappy talk now. Are you ready to go? We still have to drive to the building, so we should probably head out soon.” I nodded, standing up and adjusting my jeans. “Allright, lets go!”

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“Is this what Soo-ah’s mom does everyday? This is a horribly redundant meeting” I thought, while sitting in the conference room. For the past 2 hours, Soo-ah and I sat listening to employee after employee discuss their department’s plan for when the members started to find their soulmates, and how to move forward. I’ve already signed what feels like 100 non-disclosure agreements, and provided all my personal information so the company could have it on file. This was the first time a member had connected with their soulmate, so I guess I’m the guinea pig for the company response. Hopefully it gets less painful for the rest of the soulmates when they’re found. Finally we finished everything on the agenda and were allowed to leave. I was quickly brought down to HR, where my photo was taken and my ID badge was printed, giving me all access to the building. Then Soo-ah’s mother gave us a quick tour of the building before heading to her studio for the day to work on some music. Soo-ah and I headed back to her house to chill out and process the events of the past 24 hours. As we lay sprawled on her bed, she turned to look at me.

“What do you want to do for the rest of the day y/n?” Soo-ah asked me. I bit my lip while contemplating how I wanted to let off some steam. I was definitely tense from all the information that had been thrown at me.

“How about some fried chicken, beer, and karaoke?”

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One week later, I sat patiently in the private airport terminal, awaiting the arrival of BTS’ private plane. A few hours after the meeting at the HYBE building, I had gotten a text message from Jungkook, who had gotten my number from his managers. After the initial nervousness wore off, along with being starstruck, we quickly became quite comfortable texting and calling each other. We talked almost every night, getting to know each other, and catching up on years of information. I had already received a package from him, a beautiful bracelet with two small charms of Venus and the Sun, a reference to our shared tattoo. I also received another package full of BT21 Cooky plushies and decorations. Jungkook had found out during our first phone call that I was a big Chimmy lover, to his disdain and Jimin’s delight.

“I will not let my soulmate love Chimmy over Cooky. I will convince you Cooky is far superior” I remember him saying. I thought he was joking, but I guess he took it as a challenge. I’m quickly starting to realize how he got the reputation of being the most competitive in the group. Before I fade off into deep thought, footsteps pull me out of my thoughts. I look up to see Jungkook full-on sprinting towards me, with the rest of the members and staff not far behind him.

“Y/N! You’re so beautiful, how did I get so lucky?!” He grabbed me by my waist and picked me up and spun me around while laughing. It was truly a fairytale moment. He set me down, but didn’t let me go, continuing to hold me in a tight hug, while everyone else caught up to him. I felt the tingling of our tattoos connecting for the first time, but all I could think about was Jungkook holding me tight. As I pulled away slightly, he looked down at me and giggled, placing a soft kiss on my forehead, and then my cheek. Before he could capture my lips, I turned my head away shyly, my face getting hot, and feeling an intense blush creep up my cheeks.

“Jungkook, there are people watching us.” I hid my face in his chest, while he softly stroked my hair, pushing it out of my face. Taking my chin and tilting my head up to meet his face, he softly said to me,

“My love, I’ve waited my whole life to hold you in my arms, and now that you’re here, I have no intention of ever letting go,” and bent down to press his lips against mine in a soft kiss.

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beautifulchris · 24 days

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trainwreck

pairing: choi lia x gn!reader

summary: sometimes, relationships are meant to end

genres: angst, lovers to exes!au, good ending?

wc: 1,1k

tw: lia is a bad girlfriend, swearing

notes: hello everyone! this fic is part of my collection of fics! indented are the lyrics (ignore the mentions of a dress and 'boy'), banner made by me on canva. also!! idk if you'll notice, but this one is also based on two other songs from anne-marie c: happy reading!

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“I can’t do this anymore.”

You meant to say this for a while now, and today was the day you finally gathered the courage to verbalize the thought.

“What do you mean?”

The words that flew past her lips were nonchalant, like she was completely relaxed. Sitting up, she had her arms and legs crossed and a seemingly emotionless face. At least, that was the face you knew she made when unimpressed.

“I mean… that I want to break up with you.”

In contrast, you were so nervous you could feel your heart hammer in your chest, and sweat was running down the sides of your face. Her reaction didn’t ease you either.

“Okay.”

Was it all you meant to her? After everything, it looked like it didn’t faze her at all. Saying you weren’t hurt would be a lie.

“Is that all you have to say?”

“What? Did you think I’d get on my knees begging you to stay? If you want to leave, go, the door’s wide open” she stated as she gestured towards the front door of her apartment. “I’ll wait for you to come back. Cause I know you will eventually. You know what? I give you two weeks at most.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Did those hostile yet detached words really left her lips effortlessly?

You grabbed your bag and left her place without delay, whispering to yourself: “I won’t.”

Choi Lia has been an important person in your life, yes.

You loved her intensely and sincerely for many months, but soon, mostly thanks to your friends, you started to acknowledge the little details. Minimal at first, but, over time, they grew bigger until you couldn’t ignore them anymore.

She’d look into your phone whenever you’d leave the room without it, subtly mock you in front of her friends, cancel numerous dates to go to parties instead, order take-away when she was aware you cooked for her…

You always put up with it because you loved her, but letting her go, albeit painful, was the best thing you could’ve done for your own health.

Called up my friends, took their advice Put on a dress, I'm out tonight I can't believe I said goodbye Oh yeah, this time you know, I finally let you go, yeah

It had been three days since you put an end to the relationship. Of course your friends would take you out on a Friday night.

The party was chill. There were around twenty people, refreshing cocktails, good background music and board games.

Lia didn’t come to mind once, much to the delight of your dear friends.

You actually made some new acquaintances, which was nice.

Spending more time with your friends, they saw the difference in your behavior.

“You look happier, Y/N,” one of them informed you.

“You smile and laugh more, you seem more alive,” another one added.

You felt it, too. You felt free from her. Her claws. Her grip on you.

I don't know why you thought that I'd be sheddin' a tear When I'm chillin' at the party, and I'm glad you're not here And I don't know what to say, but the pain disappeared And I'm sorry Bet you think I'm a trainwreck, upset Friday night, layin' lonely in my bed Truth is, boy, I'm so fuckin' happy Without you

Life went on.

A month later, Lia was on her couch, a drink in hand. It was dark in her apartment.

“Why haven't they come back already?”

She was fidgeting, her lips pressed together and her brows furrowed.

“They should’ve been back by now.”

Her phone rang in the deafening silence, making her flinch. Her eyes widened and she laughed. “Of course, Y/N would call instead of coming unannounced.”

She answered the phone with a confident smirk, ready to hear your begging.

“I put all your stuff in a bag. Do you have a moment this week so we could trade?”

Lia’s smile disappeared as quickly as it arrived.

“Also, don’t forget to give me back the keys to my place. I feel uneasy knowing you still have them. Not like you came often, anyway.”

It was her turn to be too stunned to speak. How could you be so apathetic? It wasn’t like you to use this tone when talking to her. She stared at the wall with an open mouth.

“I’ll wait for your message, then. Hanging up.”

Before Lia could protest, the call was over. She sat there, not moving for a while, thoughts twirling in her mind.

So pour yourself another drink Sit on your couch and overthink In all your lies and arrogance, I've been alright, you know So glad you let me go, yeah

Your ex-girlfriend finally gave you a time and place to meet. Without much surprise, it was at her place. Seeing her again after so long was not as painful as you thought it would be—not as painful as Lia hoped it would be.

She had to face the fact you changed. You weren’t the easily manipulated, sweetly naive and blindly in love person anymore. Much to her dismay.

“Here,” you handed her the bag, expecting another one in return.

Instead, she took a step back and offered for you to come in. “Want something to drink?”

“No?” With furrowed brows, you crossed your arms. “Give me back my stuff, please.”

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

You tilted your head, tapping your chin with your free index finger. “As a matter-of-fact, no, I don’t. I just want my stuff and leave this place forever.”

“Well… I…” Not finding anything concrete to say, she sighed loudly.

Reluctantly, she grabbed the bag from the ground behind her and put the handle on your outstretched hand, before taking hers out of your other hand.

“You don’t mind me checking, right?”

She slowly shook her head, eyes unfocused, even if you didn’t wait for her approval. The key was there, that was all you cared about. Wait, no, there was a cute outfit you forgot about, too.

You thanked her and left. She called out for you, but you didn’t turn around. “Erase my number!”

It wasn’t said with a negative tone, but Lia took it like a stab in the back. Which was really audacious coming from her.

She just couldn’t believe you left her without a second thought and didn’t come back like she was convinced you would.

And now we're at the final stop And I'm the one that's gettin' off I know you hope I'm cryin', but I'm doin' just fine

She was now part of your past. Unerasable, of course, but peaceful.

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dreamescapeswriting · 2 years

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First Rule Of Kpop ~ YJN [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 6.7K

⤜PAIRING: Jeongin x Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: Western artist reader, nervous Jeongin, crushing, friends to lovers, crush to lovers, fluffy with a little jealousy

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - May 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

In theory, working with a western artist seemed as though it was going to be a wonderful idea to help bring more attention to the boys. It had taken some convincing to get JYP on board with the idea but once he was things seemed to be taking off rather well. There was a slight issue with a language barrier but nothing you nor your team weren't able to handle. You'd been flown out on a trip all paid for by the company and you were being put up inside of a grand hotel. Even though you'd told them you would have been perfectly happy paying for it yourself, you were just excited about the opportunity.

When your manager had come to you with the idea you'd practically raced at the chance to do it and begged your company to allow it to happen. You were just short of getting down on your hands and knees to plead for the chance when they just agreed to it, they knew how much you loved the world of Kpop and it couldn't have gone to someone better. The collab was going to be between you and a group you had loved for a few years now, there was no way on this earth you were going to pass that up.

It had been challenging for the first week of working with Chan and Changbin, you were trying to get your jetlag in check as well as making sure you were working in their busy schedule. It'd been hard but worth it in the end when you finally got to speak with them both and express the ideas and wants that you wanted from the collaboration together.

The rest of the boys were all eager to meet you but Chan had wanted to do a small talk with you before you got to meet the rest. It was all about making sure you were going to be able to work well together. All week long it had been as though he was preparing you for what was going to happen when the time came. You knew he was just trying to do what was best and calm himself down but he didn't have to. You worked within a company that had lots of artists, you were used to being around loud people.

"I'm used to having people around me, you don't have to worry about it, Chan...My company is huge." You laughed as he looked at you with a worried glance. It wasn't as if he was worried that you were going to get annoyed with them but he was a little worried it might get too much for you. Or if you didn't get along well with them all. There were so many variables running around inside of his head he couldn't pin one down.

You, Jisung, Chan and Changbin were sitting inside a giant meeting room, the rest of the boys were outside too excited to wait anymore. It was finally time for you to meet them and some were a little more excited than others. The boys knew of Jeongin's crush on you and had been non-stop teasing him for it since they found out that they were going to be working alongside you.

"They can be very loud." Changbin laughed softly, looking at you as you shook your head at them. You could deal with loud, you worked around loud all of the time.

"And annoying," Jisung added as you whined at him, annoying wasn't what you found them to be when you watched them online. In fact, you'd always wondered what it would be like to be around them.

"I work in a company full of loud and annoying people. Please, you guys know what I've been like." You reminded them of all of the nights you'd spent in their studios this week, being a little overly loud and extroverted.

"We're just warning you." Jisung chuckled as you nodded your head, more ready than ever to meet the boys that you were going to be working with for the next few weeks.

"Okay, Binnie...Let them in." Chan instructed as you got up from the chair, watching the door as Felix walked in straight away. It was so surreal to see them all in front of you, your heart began to thump against your chest as you stared at them all. You allowed your eyes to land on your bias a little longer than the rest but you went back to looking at Chan who was now standing with them.

Once they were all inside the room they bowed and did their usual introduction making you smile bigger than you ever had. You never would have thought you'd be able to see the bow in person, you always imagined you'd only see it through videos.

"That's the most incredible thing ever, I never thought I'd see that in person." You admitted as you slowly let your inner fangirl out a little but it didn't seem to bother them, in fact, you could see it visibly relax Minho and Seungmin. They'd been a little worried that they would be put with someone who only wanted to use Kpop as a form of trying to gain attention since it was getting into the mainstream media more.

"As you guys know we'll be working with Yn closely and she wanted to meet you boys already," Chan explained in both English and Korean to them, you knew it was going to be like this. Your Korean wasn't quite up to scratch yet - but you were learning and your company had even hired a translator to go along with you. That way neither Felix nor Chan had to be by your side every time you needed to be with the boys.

"It's nice to meet you all, I can't wait to work with you." You said in Korean, bowing to each of them as you noticed Jeongin and Hyunjin smile brightly at the thought of you speaking Korean. It was something they'd been wondering about since finding out they were going to be working with someone outside of Kpop.

"Yn's Korean isn't as fluent as ours but we'll work hard to make sure she understands us," Chan explained again as you smiled. The last week with the 3Racha boys had been rocky to start with since there was a language barrier but nothing you couldn't handle. Your company had given you a teacher and a translator so you could learn while you were there.

"Let's all sit and talk about how it's going to work." You all took a seat and you smiled listening to Chan closely. You knew how everything was going to go down, you were going to be broken up into teams, a writing team, a dance team and a singing team.

While you were busy listening you hadn't noticed that Jeongin couldn't help but lock his eyes on you, from the moment he knew you were going to be working with them he'd been doing more of his English lessons. Practically begging Felix at the dorms to teach him as much as humanly possible before you got here. He was desperate to learn how to speak with you fluently without having to turn to the boys for some kind of help. He wanted to be able to talk with the one person he'd had a crush on for the longest time.

"You're staring," Hyunjin whispered to the younger member, you were too busy listening to Chan to notice anything else going on around you. Jeongin flushed turning to look at Hyunjin and back to you, you had your eyebrows knitted together as you tried to focus on some of the Korean words that Chan was using. Even noting them down in a little notebook you had in front of you, Jeongin thought it was adorable.

"I can't help it," He shot back at Hyunjin, his eyes drinking in your appearance while he could.

"She'll think you're a stalker." Jeongin rolled his eyes at Hyunjin before turning to look down at the notepad in front of him, it was filled with small phrases he knew how to say in English, as well as small phrases you could say back to him so he could understand. He was good at English but he wasn't exactly fluent enough to be able to hold a long-winded conversation with you without help.

"Groups Innie." Felix nudged the younger boy and he whined a little, turning red as he looked up to notice your eyes were on him. You smiled and he instantly stared down at the notepad, not being able to find the words to say. He'd completely bottled it and messed up his chance to say something to you at that moment.

A sinking feeling dipped inside of you as you realised your bias didn't even want to look at you, had you done something wrong? Maybe you'd not introduced yourself well enough. Your eyes slowly turned to look at Chan who continued with what he was saying.

"The groups will be 3Racha, danceracha, and Vocalracha. Yn is going to make her way through the groups over the following weeks while we get to work." The collab wasn't just going to be a song together, it was going to be a performance at your first award show and it was a big one at that. As a kpop fan, you knew how big the MAMA awards were and you were ecstatic when you'd been asked to perform with the boys on stage to debut the song. Though a little nervous since the choreography was something you struggled with sometimes but you had faith Minho would teach you wonderfully as well as the other boys.

"It'll be a whole performance piece, so we need choreography at the top" Chan continued to go out but you were busy focussing on something else entirely. If Jeongin didn't like working with you how were you going to be able to work closely with one another when it came down to vocal training. Your head began to fill with worried as you looked over at Jeongin who was refusing to look up again, instead his eyes were glued down to the notepad.

"You're worried?" Chan asked as you stopped outside of a studio, it was the first time you had been worried since coming to work with them all. You'd just mentioned you were a little anxious about being alone with Vocalracha but you didn't tell him the reason. You didn't want to fuck up everything by telling him that your bias was Jeongin and you were scared he hated you.

You'd just been composing lyrics with 3Racha while they tried to come up with a backing track, something you'd been doing for the last week. While Jisung was quick with his lyrics you had been a little slower to come up with your own words to go along with them and now it was time for you to practice your vocals.

"A little..."

"If it's the language thing, I can stay with you?" He suggested but you didn't want that you knew that Chan had something he needed to get on with so you were going to have to suck it up.

"N-No, it's not that. I'm just...I'm too in my head," You smiled trying to convince him that it was all fine. You stared at the door taking in deep breaths as you tried to convince yourself this had been all in your head that morning. There was no way that Jeongin hated you since you hadn't even spoken to one another yet, you were just being overly cynical of yourself.

"Boys?" Chan called out as you walked into the room with them, glancing over at Seungmin who was standing up and greeting you. Your heart seemed to relax a little when you saw him on his own,

"Lovely to meet you Seungmin," You spoke as you shook his hand, eyes glancing around the room to see if Jeongin was out.

"You too, Jeongin is just warming up." He explained as he pointed over at the small adjoining room where Jeongin was warming up his voice in the soundproof room. The small glass window showed you just how hard he was practising, a vein in his neck was showing as he sang out into nothing. You smiled a little, watching him as he worked there was just something about watching him that made you relax a little.

"Great. Yn is a little nervous, you'll look after her right?" Chan asked, dropping you in the fact that you were nervous when you wanted to keep it hidden. You were supposed to be a calm and composed celebrity like them but you couldn't help it.

Seungmin nodded at Chan and smiled as he left you both alone with each other...and your translator who was ready to jump in whenever you needed him. You hoped you would be able to keep the conversation strong, you knew Seungmin was good at English and you hoped your Korean was good enough for him.

"How long have you been into Kpop?" Seungmin asked as you both sat down on the sofa, he knew he was going to have to try and make small talk while Jeongin was busy.

"A few years, a friend introduced me to it and I've loved it ever since. You're all so hard-working," You explained as he smiled brightly at you, his braces showing as you couldn't help but smile back at him. It was something infectious about it,

"You are too, we love your latest work," He told you with a bright smile, deciding against teasing Jeongin for the moment since he'd been non-stop playing the album all week long. You seemed to relax a little as you looked at him, at least this was going smoother than you thought it would.

Truth be told, you were exactly the best at small talk and meeting new people and you had been worried it would be overly awkward between everyone.

"Really? T-Thank you, I love all of your works. I always look forward to seeing a new Skz-Player or record, they're some of my favourites." You admitted as he chuckled a little, Chan had mentioned that you were a big fan of theirs which was something they were excited about.

The two of you conversed back and forth with one another, finding it a little less awkward as more time passed. Your translator would step in whenever you needed him and you began to feel at ease around Seungmin. Jeongin on the other hand was jealous as he stared through the window at you and Seungmin together. All the while he'd been practising he had to sit and watch you both together, your hand on Seungmin's knee whenever he would make you laugh so hard you'd throw your head back. Jeongin wanted to be the one to do that to you, he wanted to be the one you would feel carefree around.

You were sitting facing each other and laughing at something he couldn't hear thanks to the room that he was in. Jealously bubbled inside of him as he realised how easy it was for all of the boys to speak to you, meanwhile, he felt himself getting frustrated whenever he couldn't find the words to speak. Just like earlier in the conference room when he'd messed everything up.

He'd wanted to say something but instantly kicked himself when he seemed to lose all of the words he thought he knew in his mind. Even now as he stood at the door trying to gather himself together he knew he was nervous. You were about to be alone with one another while Seungmin took some time to warm up.

"Innie...Are you going to come out? It's my turn to warm up," Seungmin said casually as Jeongin nervously came out of the room, giving you a small wave. You waved back at him as he began to flush a little, it was a step in the right direction since that morning he'd barely looked at you.

"She won't bite you," Seungmin whispered pushing him over to the sofa and quickly heading inside of the room so he didn't have to listen to Jeongin and yourself be a little awkward with one another.

"Seungmin mentioned you're working on a new skz-record..." You didn't know where to start with him, you suddenly felt as though you were a fangirl sitting across a table from her bias. The confidence you'd gained while sitting with Seungmin washed away from you completely. Jeongin stumbled over words in his head as he looked at you, once again he'd lost every word in his mind.

"Erm...Yeah...Just-" Jeongin sighed as he looked up at the ceiling as if the words were written up there and he was trying to pluck them down. You bit down on your tongue, you knew how awkward it must have felt for him so you tried to lessen it just a little.

"Can I know which song?" You asked in Korean shocking him a little as he turned back to you, his eyes wide as he nodded his head. He was trying his best to speak to you, trying to picture you as just one of the boys or even one of the girls from another group but it was hard.

Jeongin knew everything about you, in the least creepy way possible but he'd been following you since your first single and he loved your music and you as a person.

"Day6 I smile." Your hands clapped together at the name of the song, it was one of your favourite songs by the group but Jeongin knew that. It was one of the reasons he had picked it. That and he knew Seungmin had his love for covering Day6 songs.

"I love that song, can I hear?" He blushed a deep colour as he thought about playing you the song they'd recorded but he hadn't bought his laptop with him so he took in a deep breath. Closing his eyes as he tried to imagine that he was just in the room alone,

If you didn't know any better you would have thought you were dreaming, your bias was singing one of your favourite songs to you and you knew what he was saying. The lyrics had been one of the first you'd decided to try and learn since you found song lyrics easier to remember. Taking in a deep breath you looked at him as you began to sing along with him, doing your best to stay in tune.

Jeongin could have sworn his heart was about to explode as you joined in with him, his eyes shot open as he looked at you. His whole chest felt as though it was expanded three times too big for his own body.

"Today, I smile. Even though it hurts, I smile...Till the last moment with you," His eyes locked with yours as you continued to sing together, your voices fit so perfectly together. Though he did find it a little hard to stay in time with you, especially since all he wanted to do was stop and listen to your beautiful voice.

"This could only be sometimes, That I get to see you. I have to, I smile." You both finished and his mouth fell open, not knowing what to say to you after that. You felt your body heating up as you looked at his shocked expression,

"I-I told you it was my favourite." You let out a small giggle and it was like heaven to his ears, something he'd only ever heard over videos or in music videos but in person, it was so much better. You were so much better, so much better he could barely think of words to express how great you were.

"Are we singing a ballad this week?" He suddenly asked in English shocking you a little but you shook your head, you opted for something a little more upbeat than a ballad.

"It's a little more upbeat than that," You admitted as you took your phone out, playing the beat to the song the boys had been working on and he smiled nodding his head in time to it.

"Lyrics?" You could feel your body beginning to heat up as you thought back on something you had been working on. You'd been working on lyrics that symbolised that you had a crush without giving anything away. You'd been using Jeongin as your inspiration but it wasn't as though you could just admit that to him,

"M-My part...Is erm...It's-"

"A secret," Jisung said from the door as he smirked at you both together he'd been putting bets on whether or not Jeongin would have the courage to speak to you or not. Jeongin clenched his fists at his side when he noticed his older member walking into the room. He was finally beginning to feel a little more confident with you in the room and now it was all ruined because you weren't alone.

"Hey, he can know if he wants to." You pouted but Jisung shook his head at you.

"Your part is a secret until we play it for them." You rolled your eyes at him, there was no way he was going to be able to keep it a complete secret. Surely they would want the other boy's opinion on certain verses.

"Or Until you change it at the last second." You teased as you shook your head. Jisung and you had built a friendship that seemed to steam from teasing one another playfully, it felt as though you had a friend by your side.

"Or Until I forget them on stage and make them up." You laughed softly but Jeongin didn't seem to find any of it funny. In fact, it annoyed him that Jisung seemed to speak to you with so much alleviation and even have a flirty repartee with you. You slowly got up from the sofa and headed toward the room Seungmin was in, it was time you warmed up before heading to the dance studios.

"Hyung, we were talking," Jeongin mumbled once you were out of earshot, Jisung looked down at Jeongin in shock. It wasn't often that the maknae got mad but he could tell he was right now,

"So were we..." Jisung said slowly, he didn't want Jeongin to think that there was anything more than that between you and him. He knew of the crush he had on you and he wasn't going to hurt the younger member by doing something he didn't like.

"You know I have a crush on her."

"And that means I can't be friends with her?" Jisung quizzed, making sure to put the emphasis on the fact that you were being friendly with each other and nothing more.

"N-No...But...But I was just getting confident and you came in and ruined it." Jisung smiled weakly at the younger boy before looking at you through the glass.

"Relax...You'll have more time with her...Soon," He promised already knowing that you and Jeongin were going to have a verse together in the song.

As weeks went by Jeongin was getting more and more confident around you though his jealousy of the other boys began to intensify. You were spending more and more time with the other members and less time with him. Then when you did finally get to spend some time together you always had someone with you, your translator or one of the boys would force their way to sit with Jeongin. It was as if they didn't want you to be alone together and it further annoyed him more.

"Jeongin, you haven't eaten," Chan mentioned as he noticed the food still sitting on Jeongin's plate, he'd barely touched anything all week. Jeongin didn't want to eat whenever you weren't around him, it was a weird feeling that he got inside.

"Do you feel sick?" Chan questioned curiously, before Jeongin could answer Minho smirked and did it for him.

"He feels sick whenever Yn isn't around. He wants to be near her all of the time," Jeongin glared over at Minho and shook his head, he wasn't going to admit that to any of them. It wasn't just because you weren't around, he just felt down whenever you weren't with him and it was starting to impact him a lot.

"Not hungry," He grumbled getting up from the table and heading out of the canteen, the boys watched him closely and Chan nudged Minho with his elbow, silently scolding him for teasing Jeongin.

Ever since you'd gotten here he'd been taking more and more English listens with the boys, doing his best to learn what he could as quickly as possible. It wasn't difficult to put together that he was feeling down about not getting to be alone with you a lot.

Meanwhile, you had been doing the same with your Korean teacher and with Felix since he was the only one you felt confident in telling that Jeongin was your bias. Felix had also told you to just tell Jeongin the truth but you held off for a while, not wanting to make things difficult.

"Innie?" You called out as you passed by him in the hall, his heart lept into his throat as he turned to look at you.

"I was just going to eat, do you want to come with me?" You asked, pointing over at the canteen but he didn't want to go back in there. He knew if he did the boys were only going to tease him more for it so he thought on his feet.

"There...There's a small place down the road, we won't get seen if you want to go there." Alone? With Jeongin...Alone with your bias? It was something you'd been dreaming of doing since arriving here so you glanced to your translator. You were finally confident enough to talk without him so you dismissed him to go and do whatever he wanted,

"I'd love to...Can we get Korean barbeque?" You walked to his side and he could have sworn he felt a rush of sparks fly from the close proximity he had with you.

"Sure," He chuckled as you both put on your masks, pulling up your hoods as you headed out into the busy street instantly blending in with other people that were around you.

Jeongin knew neither of you would be spotted inside the restaurant, it was a place frequented by idols and the owners kept reporters and fans out at all costs.

"I've never tried it," You admitted as Jeongin showed you how to fold Ssam up, proceeding to push the full leaf into his mouth and almost choking as you giggled at him. He hadn't expected you to hold eye contact with him while he ate the whole thing,

"You look like that pokemon...W-What's the name?" You groaned, putting your ingredients into your lettuce leaf while giggling a little as you tried to think of the pokemon he looked like.

"Weepinbell!" You cheered out before doing the same as Jeongin, doing your best not to choke on the food as he watched you closely. The two of you had ordered all different kinds of meats for you to try since it was your first time trying food outside of the JYP canteen and your hotel. You'd been sitting here for what felt like mere minutes but neither of you had noticed it was late outside and your phones had been blowing up with messages.

Right here it was just the two of you in your own little bubble that neither of you wanted to pop. Neither did the owners, when they'd gotten a call from a worried Chan they assured him that everything was fine and the two of you were eating together. Chan relaxed a little happy to know he hadn't lost a member and a friend in the middle of Seoul.

"Thank you for this," You told Jeongin as you finished your mouthful, smiling at him as he shook his head. There was no reason to thank him for taking you out to eat, you'd been working out all morning you needed something in your system.

"For what? I took you to get something to eat," You smiled at him as you shook your head, it wasn't just that he'd taken you to go and get food. You had been dying to get out of the hotel and JYP building for weeks but you barely had any time to do so. If you weren't with the boys you were working out and if you weren't working out your manager wanted updates.

"Taking me out, it's nice to get a break. I've been wanting to sightsee for a while so I've gotten a little of that done." You mentioned. Jeongin had noticed you staring up at huge buildings as you walked through the streets and he felt bad that you'd mostly been working while you were here and he bit down on his lip.

"What if we went out this weekend? I can take you to all my favourite places...We can do it the day after the performance." Your heart practically jumped into his hands as you nodded your head at him, more time alone with him sounded perfect. You'd been desperately trying to ditch your translator and the boys whenever they were around so you could get some, one on one time with Jeongin.

You'd had time alone with the others but never with Jeongin.

"You wouldn't mind being alone with me?" You quizzed, looking down at the meat that was cooking and Jeongin frowned. Why would he mind it?

"Not at all, I-I like spending time with you." He stumbled over his words a little and you glanced back at him and felt a little weight lift from your shoulders. Most of your time spent together had been with the boys, it always felt as though he needed someone there.

"I thought maybe you didn't want to...With the boys always around I took it as a sign you didn't want to be alone with me." Jeongin's heart felt like it was crushing, he couldn't believe you felt that way.

"Not at all. I wanted to be alone with you...I was just a little too nervous to say anything," He poured you some water as you smiled at him, looking down at the glass. It was now or never.

"I want to admit something," You said slowly before taking your glass into your hand and sipping on the water. Your mouth was dry since you knew what you were about to admit to him.

"Go for it," He urged, sliding some meat onto your plate, you looked at it before staring back at him. You just had to remember that Jeongin did like to spend time with you and that you wanted to be open with him.

"When we first met, I thought you hated me..." Jeongin's hand froze on his chopsticks and he slowly moved his gaze from the meat and up to your face.

"Hate you? Why would I hate you?"

"I don't know...I just- I was so nervous about meeting you and I thought you were going to hate me." He laughed a little, none of the boys was ever going to be able to hate you. You were such a warm person that they couldn't help but feel invited into your space and friendship.

"You didn't have to be nervous about meeting us." He mentioned, only thinking you were nervous about all of the boys but that wasn't the case. The rest of the boys had felt easy compared to Jeongin and you knew the real reason.

"N-Not all of you...Just you, Jeongin..." You put some meat into your mouth, too afraid to meet his gaze but Jeongin was confused.

"O-Oh." He frowned, not following along with why you would be nervous to meet him. You looked at him and smiled shyly, hoping he would be able to take the hint.

"Oh!" He yelled out a little as he finally realised what you meant, you laughed a little beginning to burn up as he stared back at you. For a second you felt sick, did he hate you now? You'd basically just told him you had a crush on him and he hadn't said anything yet. His cheeks burnt as red as the tomatoes on his plate as he tried to think of something to say but nothing was coming out.

Words formed inside of his head but refused to fall from his lips.

"You're my bias." You added just in case he didn't get it but he nodded his head at you,

"If I'm being honest...You're my bias too." You laughed a little before feeding him some of your meat, your whole chest tingled as he looked back at you with complete adoration in his eyes.

"So if...If I said this weekend would be a date?" He suggested, turning over the meat so that it wouldn't begin to burn.

"I would be more than okay with that," You beamed as he blushed even more, his mind already racing to come up with where he was going to take you first and how he was going to spend the day with you.

"Perfect, I'll make sure we have fun," He told you before you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

The performance had gone perfectly and you and the boys had rocked it perfectly, Jeongin slowly got the hint of what your lyrics had meant and that they had been directed at him. The two of you had spent the day going through a whole checklist of things you wanted to see and do. You'd even managed to convince Jeongin to go on the Zipline with you to Nami Island. Though he hadn't been too sure when you first asked him to do it with you.

"You want to know a secret?" You asked as you both walked along the Nami Island pathway, holding snacks in one hand and his hand in the other. It might have been too soon to think of the number one rule but you couldn't help it. With every second you spent with Jeongin you found yourself falling deeper and deeper into a hole with him and you never wanted to climb back out.

Today had only confirmed your ever-growing feelings for Jeongin and you hoped he felt the same way as you. The small touches you'd given to each other were evidence enough that he liked you but you needed more than that. You wanted a relationship with him but only if he was willing.

"Go for it," Jeongin said as he looked at you, your eyes were already on him. The two of you stopped walking and moved off the pathway so people were able to get past you easier. Your heart raced in your chest as you felt a little sick. If you said this and he didn't feel the same way it would be fine, the performance was over and you could go to your hotel and wish the day away. But if he did feel the same you...Well, you weren't sure but you'd probably feel as though you were floating on a cloud.

Since your Korean Barbeque date, the two of you spent more time together, even going to the dorms instead of straight back to your hotel room. You finally felt comfortable with each other enough to relax and be yourselves.

The two of you worked well together and had bonded over many different things and you prayed you weren't the only one feeling the connection.

"I think I'm going to end up breaking the first rule of kpop with you." You struggled to get the words out but when you finally did he tilted his head to the side. Clearly not following along with whatever that meant, so he began stealing some of the candy floss you were holding as you let out a small giggle. It wasn't your usual one which meant you were nervous, Jeongin knew all of your signs by now.

"Which is?" He urged you to continue and you swallowed the lump that was in your throat. It wasn't as if you were telling him that you were in love with him. Just that you knew you were going to be eventually,

"Not to fall in love with an idol." His heart stopped beating at that moment as he looked at you, his eyes dancing between your lips and your eyes. He'd been dying to kiss you all day and now he needed to do it.

"Can I?" He asked as he looked at your lips again,

"Please," You practically begged as he moved closer to you, his head tilting to the side as you connected your lips with one another. It was soft and pure as you both adapted to kissing one another, your head was spinning as you felt explosions happening all over your body.

It was as if every hair on your body stood up to attention but you didn't care, you carefully wrapped your arms around the back of his neck bringing yourself closer to him and he smiled. The bag and candyfloss you were holding dropped to the floor as you put every feeling you had for him into this kiss. Jeongin whined as he wrapped his arms around your waist and gently pushed you up against the trunk of a tree.

At that moment the chemistry between you began to implode as you kissed, your lips moving in perfect harmony. Neither of you ever wanted it to end, your hands making their way into his hair as you pulled softly on the strands.

It didn't feel like it did in the movies, or how it was described on paper. This was full of promise that you felt the same way for one another and realness between you. Filled with a primal desire that you had for each other and an unspoken promise that this feeling was never going to end.

Pulling away you leaned your forehead against his, panting heavily as you looked at each other letting out small breathless laughs.

"I-If it wasn't obvious enough, I might be breaking a rule too." He breathed, looking at you as you put your hand onto his cheek stroking it gently with your thumb.

"Which is?"

"Don't fall in love with a celebrity." He teased as you let out a laugh, leaning back against the tree as you both stared happily at one another.

“T-Take me back to the hotel,” You whispered breathlessly as you ran your hands down his shirt, his heart rapidly beating against your touch as he looked at you,

“You can spend the night right? You don’t have work tomorrow?” You asked as he let out a low moan, he knew exactly what you were hinting at.

“I’ll call in sick,” He whined before kissing your neck, not being able to keep his hands to himself anymore as he pulled at your clothes completely forgetting where the two of you were for a minute as he lost himself in your touch.

Though the relationship was full of challenges the two of you made it work, going to visit one another whenever it was humanly possible. If the love between you was strong enough it was going to make it through a distance and it was. Three beautiful years of a relationship together and you were getting ready to tell the media the truth about your "friendship" as they saw it. Though you already knew some of your fans and Jeongin's were putting the pieces together.

"You ready?" Jeongin asked as you stood backstage together, his hand resting on your lower back as he checked that you were absolutely sure about the way you were going to announce this. On stage, in front of your fans and his as you sang a ballad the two of you write together for each other.

"More than ever," You whispered as he leaned across to kiss your lips softly, the lights flashed on and music started as your sign to start walking. You were going to do this as long as you had Jeongin by your side, with him by your side you always felt as though you could take on the world.

"Here," He whispered locking his hand with yours as you began to slowly walk out onto the stage, laughing a little when you heard the eruption of cheers come from everyone that saw your hands locked together.

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SuperM Fluff & NSFW Notes

↳ 🌹aka some of their romantic antics plus random 18+ imagines 👋

warnings ⚠️ rated (super) m, boyfriends hc, porn mentions, partial fem!reader, sex toys

FLUFF

since baekhyun knows how to make scented candles, he creates one for you as a birthday present with your favorite fragrances.

every entry in mark’s diary involves fond thoughts about you.

taemin kisses you more than his cat kkoongie on a daily basis so let that sink in. his smooch obsession is getting out of hand.

lucas, having giant fingers after all, learns how to knit in order to make you a warm scarf. he’s still a bit clumsy with it and had to call kun for advice, but the result is surprisingly proper and quickly becomes your favorite item. it’s a little huge but well, he thinks in his dimensions. lucas’ next project is a beanie.

ten overwhelms you with pet names. in fact, he seemingly seems to come up with a new one each day.

kai is a candlelight dinner, rose petals and music kinda guy. he does every old-school thing in the book.

taeyong can cuddle endlessly in bed. he just doesn’t wanna leave.

lucas gladly shares his sweaters. they’re ginormous so, perfect cuddle material.

baekhyun is already a fool. so — when he falls in love, he becomes an even bigger fool. or, the contrary happens: he becomes dead silent around his partner because he’s so enthralled. he can take this more seriously than you think.

mark likes to write little cards and many many texts to express his love.

lucas is the type who can help you put on your jeans when they were shrinking a bit too much in the dryer. he’s pretty sexy like that and things can get really touchy.

cheesy fucking kai, and there’s only one guy who would do this, has actually lowered himself over a puddle once so you would have a bridge. brushed it off like a daily workout rep.

not one shower missed without baekhyun joining you. yes, it’s not always sexy time, he likes it when you shampoo his hair and whisper sweet nothings. and obviously: it’ll all devolve to a laughing fit.

taeyong is the type who wants to be proposed to.

taemin will get a motorcycle license and take you for a frequent ride. he loves getting those kind of back hugs.

both ten and lucas are great at making bracelets. wayv’s dorm is fully equipped with charms, strings, and pearls, so expect matching ones for you.

we’ve seen it, that one’s his favorite move. kai wraps his hand around your shoulder when you walk together.

mark will ALWAYS share his melon.

making you swoon on a DVD evening is lucas’ favorite hobby. he will buy you the most sugary-sweet romance movies. he will often browse streaming sites to select the latest sentimental plots. all these dramas seem to have a male lead who is suspiciously tall and lanky.

if you allow him, taeyong customizes your white tees with his cute drawings.

since taemin swims in money thanks to his profession as the god of kpop (yes, this is a registered job name because i say so), he can fulfill you any wish. he’s stingy and pouty when the shinee hyungs can pay, and the motherfucker baekhyun is even richer since his albums have been taking off so he opens his mochi wallet when superm is gathered, but you... are a different case. taemin will humbly empty his entire pockets when he overhears you gushing over something. there’s a voice in his mind going: must splurge!!

mark loves christmas, you establish an annual tradition to stage a whole couple evening.

baekhyun likes to play charades and especially do karaoke with you. he’s always cutely wiggling his butt and dances like a drunk uncle. he hits the high notes anyway and makes sure you score 100 points.

taeyong can make out with you while at the same time making sure that the milk doesn’t get burned on the stove. kiss’n’stirr multitask tyong alert. gotta make sure the cocoa is served in time, you know.

all the members enjoy playing board games. yep, imagine the fun and sheer chaos.

lucas has the funniest laugh ever indeed. he’ll react to all your jokes, no matter how lame they might be. intensely reassuring.

taemin’s hand is basically glued to yours.

taeyong and mark are the kinds of boyfriends that spoil their partner with skincare. fancy a nice face massage with a nice fragrant oil?

baekhyun has been baking heart-shaped pizzas ever since you started dating. he just can’t make them round anymore.

mark will join you on anything you’re currently bingewatching.

kai sometimes — only half-jokingly — goes down on both knees bowing forward with his hands on the ground just to show how much he wants to thank you. in case you didn’t notice: this guy treats you like a deity.

ten usually gets confused glances from the other members whenever he gets the current date wrong: he simply loses track of time with you.

lucas makes a habit of buying you flowers every other week. but on unpredictable occasions, and he arranges them in places you’d never expect.

taemin will build you a weird-looking snowman to make you laugh, and give it an even stranger name. ten will build one that looks like you. kai doesn’t build snowmen, he just stands there challenging you to throw snow balls at him.

mark will hang out with you at the beach constantly bringing his guitar. he’ll serenade you all the time.

returning from three months of touring, baekhyun has once climbed your balcony when your parents were in the other room. yep, he was that desperate to see you. somebody give this man a rope and helmet.

taeyong writes down heartfelt confessions on 365 folded slips of paper so you can open one every day. your reactions will range from ‘awwh!’ to straight-up tears.

ten does regular couple yoga with you. a mildly challenging form, not the circus acrobat version. he’ll do the difficult parts anyway. you can pretzel this guy up, he’ll do anything to make you laugh.

when it rains you hook your arm around his, and lucas always holds the umbrella. even the wildest gush of wind can’t make it turn inside out. you arrive home entirely dry. xuxi is so cute, he’s also a great source of cooling shadow in the summer without even trying.

taemin’s skinship overdrive doesn’t stop with endless hand-holding, back hugs and kisses. he wants to lay down in your lap whenever he can. he looks damn pretty with his hair splaying there. if you work on your laptop, you can pretty much count to ten and he’s already nestled there.

kai does pushups with you on his back. it’s a staple. each time he does one, he says ‘i love you’. he increases his count every day.

NSFW

it’s no secret that taeyong is great at acting or pulling off any outfit and costume. expect roleplay of the finest kind — literally. he looks good in a firefighter uniform. you’ll be burning up pretty much automatically.

taemin can’t keep his tongue in. it’s terrible. he’s always in the mood for head. his sloppy noises are the absolute worst, it turns you on way too fast.

lucas had some major problems finding condoms that fit him.

ten and taemin are so switchy, they have an unresolved power struggle going on. begs for a dominant third party to help them out.

kai owns expensive latex gear.

baekhyun may be the king of vocals and breath technique, but if you push him far enough he does get hoarse.

taemin often jokes how kai will one day break his dick from fucking too hard.

meanwhile, mark’s dick is already falling off – from fucking too often. this guy has some major hormones going for him. no surprise, a guy who can promote in four kpop groups at the same time is a stamina king.

taeyong likes eating pussy with another party involved. three’s a crowd my friend. sometimes it’s taemin who unleashes his spit waterfall power, sometimes it’s baekhyun who preoccupies himself with nibbling at the inner thigh while taeyong digs in.

taemin owns the most underwear.

mark takes valerian drops because he is so nervous in bed. it never really goes away, it’s his nature.

taeyong keeps a lube collection. a different flavor for all occasions. he likes associating certain scents with specific body parts.

kai has a heels kink. he literally goes wild over it.

taemin likes to have sex with favorite glasses on.

taeyong and kai are the most likely to cry during sex. baekhyun as well if you rough him up enough.

mark gets rock hard the fastest, followed by kai. he’s a grower.

taeyong gets the best inspiration for a song when he gets a casual dick riding.

taemin watches extremely x-rated erotic thrillers and bdsm flicks that are heavy on the plot. he gets more invested in the characters and actors than you think. since his japanese is amazing? of course he also owns a giant 90s hentai collection.

when he’s jerking off, baekhyun chokes himself. a) because he’d make too much noise otherwise and b) because asphyxiation is his favorite thing.

kai feels pleasure in his every cell. he cums the hardest. and, as you can expect, his body expresses it the most extremely, accurately, passionately. if you’ve seen it even once, you’ll never look at him the same again.

taemin has less experience than his discography claims, but more than you’d think. he researches sexual techniques as well. you can brace yourself.

mark has not just a tiger inside, but a freak inside, waiting to be unleashed.

sex while gaming is a go-to activity for baekhyun.

lucas has the best stamina when it comes to getting head.

taemin throws his head back during sex. and no, he doesn’t T-pose. i’m kidding — of course he does. but only when he’s on his back.

taeyong tends to grip a pillow when he cums.

or he humps one when he’s by himself.

ten has the best taste in sexy time playlists.

baekhyun has the best taste in singing his own playlist along.

oh, the things kai has bought at a gas station at 3AM.

baekhyun sucks strap the best. he can open his mouth the widest, drools a lot, and makes the best noises unsurprisingly.

how to turn on lee taemin? he likes getting slapped.

since he’s the most avid and most diverse eater, lucas’ sperm tastes the best. he’s shove 50 fruits into his system just to give you a sweet experience.

mark is absolutely a starfish.

kai wears fishnet tops if you fancy it.

curiously, baekhyun out of all people doesn’t announce when he’s cumming. you’ll hear it, though.

taeyong’s dildo collection is one for the books.

taemin has visited a pro dominatrix a couple times. needless to say, he was the #1 favorite client at the dungeon. having fully submerged into a fantasy world, taemin was one whip crack away from falling in love with the mistress. but then covid happened and the venue closed.

mark’s dick looks really pretty.

taemin can grind on the strap at every humanly possible angle. he’s almost always ready to take it. he carries a prep kit.

kai — that fucker — knows how to make you wet the most with his bare hands. prepare for the thigh ride of your life, too.

taeyong, baekhyun, and taemin have the best arches. kai is coming for the top three as well. ten’s arch is so good, it can’t be considered one anymore.

baekhyun knows every adult movie out there. theoretically, nothing can shock him. in reality, he melts in your hands.

taeyong is so sexually active with you, he has quit eating garlic.

kai will exploit your muscle kink in any way he can.

taemin, being a devil, has that one button on his phone that he can press when you go out for dinner. he’s OBSESSED with getting you off. once you head home, it’s basically running down your thighs.

ten has once opened a condom with scissors to scare away a date that grew weird on him by the time it got to the do.

lucas is too tall for doing missionary normally.

this will surprise nobody: mark is great at constantly keeping up the dirty talk.

baekhyun’s car is sort of like a brothel on wheels. he can’t count how many times he got down and dirty in there. he cleans it all up by himself.

kai can technically grip you the hardest but he’s the gentlest and great at caressing the whole body.

taemin has the easiest time saying what precisely he wants. he is also the best people reader — most your wishes he can pretty intuit. taemin observes your interests well.

ten likes his hair pulled and makes angelic noises when you do so.

baekhyun likes camgirls and erotic chats with strangers online. he spends a lot of money for nsfw internet encounters.

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quack42069 · 3 years

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I'm sorry - Jschlatt

Inspired by "I'm sorry Boris" by Wilbur Soot

UNEDITED !!!!

TW!

Schlatt sighed as he threw the week old pieces of sushi in the trash, he ran a hand through his hair as he checked his phone anxiously once again. You'd be here soon, and before he went spiraling down even more than he was, he knew he had to clean a bit. His apartment was messy, the living room had empty pizza boxes and was litered in chip bags and who knows day old pop. His room had clothes everywhere and a bed that had been unmade for nearly two weeks. His gaming room had empty water bottles and cereal boxes scattered on the floor or on his desk. He was a mess to say the least.

His mental health had been detariating for days now. Hell, even weeks. His mind constantly telling him how he didn't deserve anything he had, how he would be better if he cut off everyone. So he did. For weeks now he had been ignoring Mizkif, Connor and now he only had you left. Everyone else told him that he could go to them if he needed. That they'd take him back with open arms and that they were sorry for anything he's going through but that they were there. You of course took noticed at your boyfriends empty eyes and smile. How he became less and less productive. Only ever getting out of bed when you would let him know you were going over. You tried getting him out and about. Offering walks, hanging out with friends and anything else you think would cheer him up, and slowly he began saying no, that he was too 'busy' editing or too busy doing something else. So when he called you and asked you to come over after a week or so of not seeing him you immediately let him know you were on your way, telling him you'd text him when you were outside.

A part of him was telling himself to not do it. It's not what he wanted, he didn't want to leave you. He wanted you to be there with him in his little bubble and he never wanted to let you go. Unfortunately, the thought of letting you go and grow was much more powerful. He wanted you to be happy. He wanted to see you grow, even if that meant without him. So this was the day he would do that. The day he would let you go. He finished cleaning quickly, opting to just throw everything in a trash bag and hoping he doesn't throw anything of importance away.

Just as his phone dinged with the discord notification from you he finished shoving the two big trash bags under his sink too throwout whenever he had the motivation too. Knowing it would be a while he sprayed febreze and hoped for the best, quickly walking to his door he opened it seeing you. You looked up at him with a shocked expression -that being quite honest he knew he wouldn't have caught if he wasn't making sure he remembered every little part of this time you two had left together- your face changed quickly to a small smile and soft eyes. He opened the door a bit wider offering you to walk in. You stepped inside and walked towards his couch and sat. He sat next to you, wiping his palms on his basketball shorts.

"I uh- I need to talk you." He sighed. You nodded looking at him, letting him continue. Your eyes blinked away from his, knowing what was going to happen, your throat began to get tight as his voice quivered slightly. "I don't think we should be together. I'm not good for you anymore. I think you should find someone better. Someone who can be one hundred percent for you all of the time." You shook your head, wiping away a tear as you turned your whole body towards him.

"Don't do this J." You begged reaching to grab his hands. He let you as he continued. "These past years have been great with you. I truly couldn't have asked for anyone better to spend the past, what? decade, with. You've been my best friend for as long as I can remember and my partner for almost three years now. I do love you Y/n. I hope you know I'm doing this for you." You watched him as he removed his hands from you, looking up to meet your eyes. You wanted to fight him. Tell him he couldn't do this but you knew you would only push him away more.

"I'm always here for you J. Please call me when you're out of this rut. I love you." He gave you a fake soft smile as you both walked to the front door. His heart sunk as he closed the door once you left. He paced the hallway, turning around he caught a glance of himself in his mirror that sat right by his coat rack. His eye bags dark and sunken, cheeks thinner, and hair messy. He glanced at the photo at the corner of the mirror, seeing a picture of you and him. Him giving you a kiss on the cheek as you smiled in his hoodie and his Yankee's hat. Grabbing the photo softly, his thumb went over you. Missing you more and more already. He walked back to his front door. His fist placed against the door as his knees gave out, making him slide down the door, gripping the picture. "I'm sorry Y/n." He whispered.

If only you were there with him. Little did he know you were, your back against the door as well as the gloomy New York sky became dark and cloudy. If someone could see both sides of the door, they'd feel sad looking at the two lovers wishing the other would come back, not knowing their other half was just one wood piece away.

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junjungsunwoo · 3 years

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His lie, Her downfall.

-> Rich! Actor! Singer! Yuta x actress! reader

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Standing in the rain, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

Sitting inside the restaurant you’ve wanted to visit for ages was your so-called “fiancè” and you so-called “best friend”.

You tried to not misunderstand them, but they was they were sitting and the way they were acting towards each other is making you think other wise.

How could you boyfriend- now fiancè of 5 years cheat on you with your bestfriend you’ve know since a baby? It just doesn’t make sense. Trying to turn a blind eye to it, you began to walk away. But before you could completely turn away from the scene in front of you, you see something you just could not deny anymore.

Lip to lip.

You stand there shocked as the pair broke away and you see your fiancè Yuta caress your best friend’s face in such a gental manner. His eyes were filled to the brim with love and care- something so strong that had made you doubt if the love and care Yuta has in his eyes when he looked at you were all fake.

You watch as the two leaves their seat to go pay the bills before they headed for the restaurant door. Not being able to contain your emotions, you run up to your bestfriend before giving her a hard slap on the face.

“How could you do this to me!” You screamed at her catching the attention of the surrounding people, then somehow- without even what was going on around you anymore, reporters stared surrounding you cameras were aimed directly to your face and the couple before you.

“You knew how much I loved hi-“

“His money!” You bestfriend screams out before you could finish. “I can’t take it anymore! How you always say such hurtful things behind Yuta’s back, then act like you loved him afterwards!” Tears started falling down her face as the left side of her cheek started to form a red hand mark.

“I couldn’t take it anymore so I told Yuta, and I confessed that I liked him, and fortunately he liked me too.” She started holding your hands as you begin to shake uncontrollably due to the overwhelming emotions you felt.

“I treated you like a sister,” she starts to hiccup and she continues to sob as if she was being tortured. “But did you ever treat me even as a friend? Did you know that I liked him for a long time before you did?” She continues to sob.

You try to deny it but the sound of you now ex- best friend’s sons and the sound of the accusing crowd, you look to Yuta for help.

Yuta knew everything about you, how you were always treated like a slave by your so-called best friend, how she was trying to use you to get closer to Yuta so she could make him fall in love with her.

Yuta knows. He knows.

And yet- all Yuta does was shake his head in disappointment, all while agreeing with everything your ex-best friend had said.

You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. The only man you gave your everything to was betraying you. He gave you up to be with your best friend.

He had lied to the public about you- despite knowing how important it was to keep your image clean as an up-raising star in the entertainment industry. He had lied to the whole world, making you into this terrible person that took her best friend’s crush away from her, and only used him for his money.

Your legs gave up out of nowhere, sending you plunging to the ground. Yuta rushes to help you but your best friend holds him still.

In the end, Yuta takes your ex-best friend’s hand and turns away. Blocking her from the rain using his coat before he turns around to look at you who sat on the ground one final time, before opening his mouth to tell you something before he disappears from your life.

“Let’s break up y/n. You were never good to me, and all you ever did was use my money how you’d like. I’m sick of your words and your games.” He pauses, hesitating to continue. “We’re over, never look for me again. I don’t want to ever see or hear from you again, get out of my sight.” Yuta says before he gets into the car that parked in front of him.

The car drives away as the pair leaves you behind to cry on the ground as the reporters surround you hoping to get some good tea to use in their magazines or news channel.

Inside the car, the pair was silent. Both were thinking about their own things,

And Yuta couldn’t help but replay the scene when you have fell to the floor. He saw that your knees were scraped and bloody and his heart couldn’t help but break even more.

“Did you really have to go so far?” Yuta as the woman beside him only to have her scoff at his words.

“Yeah,” she begins as she glances towards Yuta. “Otherwise how will that bitch understand that we’re not on the same level?”

“But you didn’t have to make her cry!” Yuta explodes in anger.

Yuta had realized that your so-called best friend had tried to hurt you on multiple occasions and because he couldn’t stand watching the woman he loved most get hurt, Yuta promised your best friend that he will marry her and give half of his inheritance to her to ensure your safety.

Being a money-hungry woman, your bed friend had quickly agreed, which then lead to what was happening now.

“I hope you don’t forget Yuta. Even though I was the one who started this, you were the one that really pushed her to her downfall.” She gives Yuta a sly smirk, before finishing her sentence. “It was your lie that caused her downfall.”

Yuta already knows that.

And he knew that even if he begged and begged you, you would never be able to look at him the same as you did before- with love filling to the brim in your eyes every time you looked at him.

He knew that even if you did forgive him, he could never forgive himself.

Yuta knows that already.

And yet- he could help but let tears roll down his face as memories of all the times you exchanged ‘I love you’s reappeared in his head, playing like an old record on repeat.

Yuta missed you already.

But things will never go back to the way it was.

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ryvgvji · 4 years

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hi! i was windering can you write a reaction with sero, kaminari, karishima, and tokoyami where their s/o bans sex for 3 weeks? i dont know if you write nsfw at becuase i couldnt fund rules, but you dont have to if you feel uncomfortable☺️

yes sorry about that, i don’t have rules yet, i have to make them 😅 my fault. but yes i do write nsfw stuff for both kpop and anime. but anyways here’s your reaction☺️ hope you like it!! sorry if it’s not the best

(apologies for any grammar errors.)

✰ characters : Ejirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Fumikage Tokoyami, Hanta Sero.

✰ banning Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari and Tokoyami for 3 whole weeks, how will these boys handle that?

Hanta Sero

Sero getting banned from sex , wonder how that happened

most likely happened because Sero would be making fun of you

he and Kaminari would be talking about relationships when suddenly the topic sex came up

Kaminari would talk about how his girlfriend would moan and cry in the bedroom begging him to not stop and go harder

“She be like , ahhh Denki , fuck me hard baby!!” laughing as he mocked her moans

Sero would die laughing , rolling on the floor

“y/n is the same way!” he says as he dries his eyes

“oh Sero , daddy! right there!” he mocked you not at all realizing that he just exposed you

next day at school Kaminari mentions the conversation that him and Sero had

“y/n i didn’t know that you called Sero daddy.”

you almost choke on your food when you hear what Kaminari said

“w-who said that?!”

Kaminari points Sero who’s eyes were basically popping out of their socket

you glared at him wanting to knock him into next week

when i say Sero almost shitted his pants

“baby i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make fun of you!!” he whines as he trails behind you to you room. you turn around and stare at him. “Sero you mocked me and revealed that i call you daddy during sex, are you really sorry about that?” he doesn't answer instead, he looks at the floor in guilt.

“baby i’m really sorry, you have to believe me,” he said as he grabs a hold of your hand. you look up at him. you could see that he was genuinely sorry. “please! i’ll do anything just please, forgive me.” he practically begs. anything? you think to yourself. a smirk creeps upon your face as you slipped your hand out of his hold. “anything you say?” you cross your arms over your chest. he rapidly nods in response. the perfect punishment pops into your head.

“no sex for three weeks.” you say blandly. Sero’s heart stops. “n-no what?” he stutters. he’s wondering if his ears heard correct. there was no possible way that you could say that to him. that was something that you would never put him through right? wrong! “no. sex. for. three. weeks.” Sero falls to his knees. he looks up at you like a hurt puppy. “baby no, don’t do this to me. i’m sorry. what i did was wrong, completely wrong. just please, i’m begging you. don’t do this.” his eyes somewhat glossy feeling his emotions go crazy. he couldn’t even think about the amount of torture that he would be put through. there was no way that he was gonna last for that long. “you should thought about that before daddy.” you tease lowly as you caress his cheek. you then walk off and leave him there to mope.

the whole three weeks were straight hell for Sero. he was super horny. he would always apologize and tell you he’s sorry everyday, asking you to let up in his punishment. that didn’t work and he would just sulk for the entire rest of the day. all he wants to hold you in his arms again and make you scream his name. when the three weeks were finally up he didn’t waste anytime. right after school he took you straight to his dorm and fucked you so hard that you were limping the next day. “baby, you’ve had me waiting for way to long.”

Ejirou Kirishima

let’s all think about how this all started first...

this started because Kirishima would promise you that he’d take you out on a date

“babe let’s go out together tomorrow after school.”

SIKE! ain’t happening

he ended up going to hang with Bakugo instead, totally forgetting what he promised to you

he spend the while afternoon and evening out with Bakugo leaving you mad and hurt

the next day at school you completely ignore him, walking away and avoiding him anytime that he comes up to you

he even ends up getting a couple of stank eyes from Mina and Momo.

when he practically harrasses you on the way back to the dorms , you finally tell him what’s up

“you stood me up Kirishima.”

that’s when he finally realized

“oh my god, y/n, baby i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you upset baby. Bakugo asked me to go with him somewhere yesterday and i didnt remember.” he rambles. you really didn't have a care in the world for what he was saying, your just upset that he stood you up for that his friend, Bakugo any less.

“so Bakugo is more important than me?” you roll your eyes. “baby of course not! what kind of stupid question is that?!” you let out a ‘hm’ and searched through your tv for something to watch. Kirishima grabbed a hold of your hand and make eye contact with you. “baby, i’m really sorry. i understand if your mad at me and i will accept my punishment.” punishment? you weren’t thinking of any punishments, you just are upset with him. but since he mentioned, you guess it’s best that you come up with one.

suddenly an idea pops into your brain. “how about no sex for three weeks?” you say with a innocent smile. Kirishima’s body froze. “babe... what’d you just say?” he asked you. you chuckled slightly. “i said, no sex for three weeks.” you leaned forward and place a light kiss on his lips. he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to him, moving his head to the crook of your neck. “baby, you don’t mean that right?” he whisper against your skin, teeth light grazing the area. you almost shudder at the feeling, but you have to keep it together. “yes i do. and it starts right now.” you said and pushed him away.

Kirishima had never been in so much pain. he felt like he was gonna die. honestly for the whole three weeks, his whole demeanor was changed. he wasn’t as cheerful. he’d try everyday to get you to give up; grabbing your thigh under the table, kissing lightly on your neck, grabbing your ass even. unfortunately for him, that didn’t work. when it finally came to the last day of the punishment, he could not hold in his anticipation. he’d just skip school with you fuck you all day, literally all day. “you are really in for it love.”

Denki Kaminari

how did you come to this situation? simple

he l i e d

he said that he was with Sero, Kirishima and Bakugo

what he didn’t talk about was being with her instead of Sero. her as in Jirou

you found out through Sero’s slip up at lunch the next day

“yesterday was crazy, we should definitely do it again!” Kirishima cheered as he ate his lunch

“i still can’t believe that you guys took Jirou instead of me.” he rolled his eyes

“you didn’t go Sero?” you questioned the boy, he shook his head and narrowed his eyes toward Kaminari

“because of that punk over there!” he pointed

you look over to your boyfriend with raised eyebrows

“you said that you went with Sero babe. you lied to me?” you said calmly as you tried your best to keep your composure

the table was dead silent. so was Kami. he didn’t say anything. or make a move

you just shook your head and got up.

“unbelievable.”

“can’t believe you lied.” you said as you sat on your bed and stare at Kaminari. pure guilt shows on his face. you scoff as he doesn’t say a word. you are so mad at him, you don’t even wanna see him right now. “get out Kami. don’t talk to me.” you point to the door of your room. he opens his mouth to say something but you cut him before he cannot. “oh, and on top of that, your punishment for lying to me is no sex for three weeks, now get out.” you pushed him out your room and slam your door.

he didn’t even get to say anything. he really didn’t mean to lie you, it’s never his intention to hurt you. but for some reason which is unknown to him, he just didn’t want you to know about Jirou. it makes him feel so bad. for the entire next week you avoid him and the rest of the boys. anytime he was near you, you walk away. his heart was broken.”baby, please talk to me. i’m sorry. baby.” he called from outside your door. you sigh, getting up from your bed going over to open the door. “yes?”

no words were exchanged. he pulled you into a hugged walking towards your bed. “Kami what are you-” up you were cut of by Kaminari kissing you. you kissed back, wrapping your arms his neck to pull him closer. you missed this. his hands roamed over your body down to your legs. he lightly squeezed them before wrapping them around his hips. “i missed you so much y/n. i’m really sorry about what happened.” he said pulling away from the kiss. he moved to your neck. you let out a soft sigh before closing your eyes. wait, i’m not supposed to be doing this you thought. “wait.” Kaminari looked up at you confused. “you’re still on your punishment.” Kaminari whined and put his head back in your neck before saying, “baby~ please i’m sorry!” you only chuckled and pulled him away from your body. “two more weeks baby.”

by the time the two were over he was ready. he was not going to waste no time. you could literally feel that the whole day he was watching you. eyes following your every move like predator watching it’s prey. touching you nonstop, hands wondering over your body anytime there was an opportunity. when the last bell ran he rushed. picking you up and going all the way to his room. “baby i’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

Fumikage Tokoyami

tokoyami, tokoyami, oh tokoyami...

he just could not keep his hands to himself for some reason

he was touching you EVERYWHERE

“Tokoyami...” you warned him

you were in school you didn’t wanna get caught and get in trouble

he just smirks and continues to touch you

what was even worst is that nobody suspects anything because he was so to himself, no one would have thunk that Toko would do such thing so he didn’t stop

oh lord was lunch something

his grip on your thigh did not letting up

moving his hand further and further up. you felt like you were gonna bust

“baby no. were at school.” you brushed his hand off

“well we’re in your room now.” he teases and graze his fingers up you thigh. you slap his hand away. “ouch...that hurt.” you rolled your eyes. “baby. you’ve touching me all day. i think that you need to calm down.” you said. “but you like it, don’t you love?” he said pulling you onto his lap.

you smile at him and run your hand down his chest. just then a thought popped in your mind. with a mischievous smile you lean down and kiss him. he wrap his arms around you and leans back on the bed. you pull away and look him in his eyes. “baby how about this.” you lean closely to his ear. “no sex for three weeks baby. since you were being disobent and touching me non stop you are banned from sex.” Tokoyami’s breath hitches in his throat. “really that’s how is gonna be love?” his voice deep and low. you sit up on top and cross your arms. “that’s what i said.” you smiled. you see Tokoyami roll is eyes. “okay then. that’s fine with me, really don’t care.”

this is gonna be easy. or so Tokoyami thought. two weeks in and he can’t sleep. it’s been too long for him. he can’t go any longer. he tries everything that he can to break you. he wants you to give in. “baby, i need you.” he would whisper in your ear. you would only laugh and push him away saying “boy bye.”

thankfully, when the three weeks were over before he knew it. he never been so happy than before, this was something that we wants so bad. even dark shadow hasn’t been this excited. as soon as the weekend hits, he calls you and tell you pack backs cause your staying over his. before you could even knock on his door, he pulls you in, picks you and gently sets you down on the bed. “love let’s waste no time.”

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euphoricsunflowers · 3 years

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the lovers’ christmas presents

a/n: these will be some of little drabbles for some moots of mine. i’m not super religious, but my mom is catholic so i do celebrate christmas to some extent. if you don’t, then just feel free to enjoy a random little gift for you, and if you do, merry christmas!! i’m so sorry if i wasn’t able to write one for you! i could only do so many 😔😔, but i promise i still love each and every one of my moots, anons, and followers!!

even if the year has been awful, kpop and writing have been really good escapes for my poor mental health. you have all been such a major factor in my mental well-being, so i wish you all happy holidays and a happy new year!

@sub-hoshi-enthusiast — kwon soon-young/hoshi

content: sub!hoshi, dom!fem!reader, title: mommy, he wears a skirt, pegging

“m-mommy,” he stutters, your fingers dig into his shoulders as you thrust into him, “aah!! mommy, please!”

“what is it, baby? you want mommy to go faster?” you say and he nods desperately, so just to tease him, you slow down, making each thrust as deep and intense as possible, “you know, you look really, really pretty right now.”

“mommy~!” he cries out in a whine, but it only makes you smirk.

“what? i just think the pretty skirt is suitable for my favorite pretty boy,” you hands move lower, gripping his waist as you pick up speed again, “now, as much as i love seeing your pretty face, how about i flip you over and spank you till your ass is red?”

he groans, but nods, letting you move him around however you wish, “there we are, now, i hope you don’t have much planned for the next week or so, i doubt you’ll be able to sit right for at least that long.”

@vanillaknj — kim namjoon/rm

content: sub!namjoon, dom!gn!reader, toys, boys in maid outfits :)), mentions of a safeword

“you know, maybe if you were good today we wouldn’t be here,” you muse as he trembles from his second orgasm, crying already, “what happened to my good boy, joonie?”

“i-i’m sorry, please don’t make me cum again,” he begs, but you shake your head.

“either use your safeword or i’m making you cum again and again and again until i’m satisfied,” you spit harshly, “now you’re going to get back to cleaning the house like the good maid you are, and if the vibrator turns on randomly while you’re cleaning, you better hope you can still do your chores. make sure to clean up any cum you get on the floor.”

and of course a few minutes later, just as he goes to start doing the dishes, you turn it on, and he’s visibly shaken, the close feeling already coming back quickly, and his legs give out as he falls to his knees, cumming with a loud groans, followed by some whimpers. it’s so fun to watch him be so miserable.

@nct99 — im changkyun/i.m

content: sub!changkyun, dom!gn!reader, kissing, biting, dirty talk

“come here, baby boy,” you mumble, and he plops down beside you, watching you desperately and hungrily, “is there something you want, kyun?”

“kiss me?” his hands hold onto your shoulders for stability as you lean in to kiss him, pushing him down against the bed and kissing feverishly. your hands hold him securely, and he feels safe and small under you, like nothing could hurt him. you kiss down his jaw, around his neck, on his collarbone, all over his chest until he finally seems to get restless, “please, i need more.”

“shhh, darling, let me take my time with you,” you whisper, biting down against his neck. he hisses in pain but still tilts his head so you have better access to his neck, looking up towards the ceiling as you move lower and lower, “look at me, dear,” he looks down at you, “do you want this?”

“yes, yes, please, make me yours, i want to be all yours,”

you smile, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh and his body shivers in your hold, “you already are, baby, you’ve always been mine.”

@bigkpopstan — kevin moon

content: sub!kevin, dom!reader, neck kisses, biting, basically the build up to car sex

“hey, sweetie, let me take care of you,” you whisper in his ear, pressing kisses to his neck and playing with his hair, trying to relax him slightly, “relax, baby, i got you.”

“o-okay,” despite the limited space of the backseat of the car and the many, many times your head has bonked against the roof of the car, you had managed to both get enough out of your clothes to take care of his problem. that doesn’t mean that you’ll satisfy him right away, though, obviously not.

your hands grip his waist tightly as you make your first bite against his skin. you try to not be too harsh, yet he still whines at the pain, “shh, it’s okay, darling, i’m not gonna hurt you too much. just wanna make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“i-i am yours,” he mutters breathlessly.

you chuckle, “i know, but i gotta make sure they do too.”

@mellowriting — kim hongjoong

content: sub!hongjoong, dom!gn!reader, handjob, mentions of exhibitionism

“look at you, already so ruined, we’ve only just begun, joong,” you smile, but there’s a cruelness to your words, and he almost wants to glare at you for being so mean, but he decides against that.

“a-ah! oh my—” he moans, getting closer and closer. he looks so ethereal when he’s all quiet and pleasure-filled, his mouth hanging open slightly.

“what if someone walked in here, joong? say… seonghwa? or yunho? would you let one of your friends watch their strong leader so pathetically fall to pieces with a few touches?” he whimpers at your words, shaking his head ‘no’, “are you sure? i thought you like proving yourself to them, showing off just how good you are for me, but alright, i suppose i’ll keep you all for myself.”

@lovingonrepeat — nakamoto yuta

content: sub!yuta, dom!gn!reader, hair pulling, begging, title: miss (i wanna say it’s fem because of this but think of this what you will)

your fingers card through yuta’s hair, keeping him alert for any sudden motion or tug from you. he sits on edge (not in the way you think) for minutes that feel like hours. you watch your show as you play with his hair, accidentally pulling slightly sometimes but apologizing immediately.

he knows you’re teasing him, putting him through this just to mess with him, and you’ve got him: he’s desperate.

“please pull harder,” he mumbles, and even though you hear him perfectly, you still make him repeat himself, “pull harder, please, miss.”

“you know that’s not good enough, try harder,” you smirk at him.

“please! please, i want you to hurt me, show me how much i’m yours, make me scream out your name—” he’s cut off when he cries out in pain, your hand tugging hard against his scalp.

“yeah, that’s more like it.”

@foenixs — lee minhyuk

content: sub!minhyuk, dom!gn!reader, mirrors, degradation, calling him puppy but it’s not really pet play, title: master

“p-please,” he murmurs, reaching out to hold onto you for some kind of stability. his eyes intently watch the mirror, especially watching the way your hand works him and brings him to heaven.

“please what, stupid puppy? finish your sentences,” you kiss his temple, then moving to kiss his neck and shoulder as his grip on your arm tightens, “i can’t give you what you want unless you tell me what that is.”

“i-i need it,” he gulps, “i need to cum,” shutting his eyes tightly as the pressure builds, but you grip his jaw, holding tightly as your words scare and excite him.

“you’re going to watch yourself cum, got it? i want you to keep your eyes on your pretty expressions as you fall apart just for me, give up all control to your master, got it?” he nods when you finish speaking, but he’s so close he can barely register what you actually said, “then cum.”

@feelslikelove — johnny suh

content: fluff, i’m sorry i just wanted to write something sweet to finish this off and this is really cute i’m so 🥺🥺

“baby,” he mumbles tiredly, his cheek pressed against your shoulder, “don’t get up, baby, stay with me.”

you laugh at his antics, and you can faintly see his smile as he feels you mold yourself more against him. it’s like your bodies were made for each other, “i need to go, darling.”

“but here’s the thing,” he reaches his hand up to your face just to touch your nose, making you giggle even more, “you really don’t.”

“stay with me,” he sings softly, to some melody you're ninety percent sure he made up on the spot, “let’s just stay here, in bed, forever.”

“we can’t do that, johnny,” you sigh, but you can feel yourself giving in, “i have to go to work.”

he shakes his head, “says who?”

#sub!seventeen #sub!hoshi #sub!bts #sub!namjoon #sub!monsta x #sub!changkyun #sub!tbz #sub!ateez #sub!hongjoong #sub!nct #sub!yuta #sub!minhyuk

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Heal Me, Kill Me Ch.2

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre— Vampire!Taehyung x Vampire Hunter!reader, ANGST, mild smut +18, comedy (i tried), fluff in this chapter

Warnings— Oral (m receiving), good ol making out

Word Count— 7.5k

Summary— You’re one of the best vampire hunters in the world. That’s to be expected when your parents are the best of the best. Your life had solely revolved around ruthlessly killing vampires. You were essentially a cold blooded machine. However, things take a turn once you meet Kim Taehyung, your latest target.

A/N— Huge shoutout to @dee-ehn for this beautiful banner! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, please let me know what you think! Things are starting to get spicy~

You’ve never looked forward to a day of work more than today. Happily making your way to the shop, you found yourself daydreaming about Taehyung. He seemed to be slowly warming up to you throughout the course of yesterday. Maybe he’ll trust you enough to...to what?

Normally you’d automatically kill your targets as soon as you’d earn their trust (but maybe after indulging in some promiscuous activities). But this time around, your mind didn’t go there. You genuinely wanted him to trust you. Why? You had no clue.

You shook the question away. You’ll deal with that problem when you get there. For now, you’ll just take it one step at a time. The first step is officially gaining Taehyung’s trust.

Humming as you unlocked the front door, you’re unaware of the clouds looming overhead. You prep the store for customers (which you rarely get). The stack of orders had been cut in half thanks to Taehyung’s help. Maybe you could get through all of them together by the end of the day.

Yoongi was right. This alibi was a lot easier and surprisingly, a lot more fun to use. It was more freeing. It gave you the illusion of a normal life.

The door chimed.

“Welcome in!” you greeted.

“Good morning, ___,” Taehyung returned your greeting.

“Taehyung! You came!” you beamed.

“I said I would. I always keep my word,” a small smile cracked onto Taehyung’s usually stoic face.

“You think we can finish all of these today?” you waved the orders in his face.

“If you don’t slow me down, definitely,” Taehyung nodded.

“Excuse me? How dare you!” you feigned being upset.

“Oh, I was trying to joke with you. Did I upset you?” Taehyung’s smile disappeared, his eyebrows furrowing with concern.

“Oh my gosh, I know! I was playing along with you, silly boy,” you laughed.

“Ah, now I’m embarrassed. Truth be told, I don’t get out much. I’m sure you can tell,” Taehyung took the orders from you.

“Honestly, me too. I don’t have any friends,” you confessed.

Why was it so easy to talk to Taehyung? Never in a million years would you divulge any personal details, and yet here you were.

“Really?” Taehyung seemed surprised, “You seem like the type of person to befriend anything that breathes.”

“Are you teasing me again?” you asked as you gathered the flowers for the first bouquet of the day.

“No, I meant it as a compliment. After all, you managed to get me out of my house. That’s an impressive feat,” Taehyung took the flowers from you.

“Is it? I wouldn’t know. Because apparently I ‘don’t know you’. But thanks, I guess?” you watched him expertly arrange the flowers in a decadent vase.

“Let’s change that then. Let’s see how much we can learn about each other in one day,” Taehyung stopped what he’s doing to look at you.

There it goes. Your heart skips a beat again. The kindness in his eyes did something to you that you couldn’t explain. You know you have to lie. Everything you tell him has to be a lie. You knew that. And yet.

“Sure, let’s do it. I’ll start. I’m a dog person. I love dogs!” you smiled.

Ok, that’s not a lie, but it’s also not important. No harm done.

“Me too! Ok, off to a good start. What’s your favorite breed?” Taehyung asked excitedly.

That was the start of a never ending conversation. You haven’t had a genuine conversation in ages. Granted, it was all surface level topics, but that didn’t make it any less special. Time flew by as each bouquet was completed. It was nightfall before you knew it.

“We did it!” you exclaimed.

All of the orders had been completed. Once again, vases were scattered all around the shop. You sank down and sat against the counter. It had been a long day.

Taehyung followed suit, sinking down beside you. He was only a few inches away, yet part of you wished he had sat closer.

“Indeed. And we did it together,” Taehyung smiled at you.

“Thanks, Taehyung,” you extend your hand towards him.

Taehyung formally shakes it. You sat in silence for a few moments.

“I guess you don’t need me to come by anymore, huh? Now that all of the orders have been completed?” Taehyung asked quietly.

“You’re always welcome here,” you paused for a brief moment, “Hey, how well do you think we know each other now?” you scoot closer to him.

“I’d say that you probably know me better than anyone else by now. No one else knows that I tried to play the saxophone. Thank god, I was terrible at it,” he chuckled, also scooting closer to you.

“I’ll carry that to my grave, I swear. No one else knows that I love kpop. And it better stay that way,” you playfully glared at him.

“I wouldn’t dare do anything to anger you. I don’t think I’d be able to handle your bad side,” Taehyung patted your head.

His soft gesture made you smile. He was so close to you, your knees were practically touching. You lean closer to him. He leans in ever so slowly. Instead of meeting you in the middle, he gently kisses your forehead. His cold lips left a lasting impression.

“You’re too sweet, ___. I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.

“Why would you hurt me?” you looked at him with doe eyes.

“I can’t really explain. I just...don’t want to see you get hurt,” he stroked your cheek.

“I don’t think anyone can hurt me while you’re around,” you replied.

That was a beautiful answer, one that would make any vampire fall prey to your fake innocence. Usually, you’d say anything to make them fall for your clutches. This time, you even had yourself falling for your own lie. You felt safe next to Taehyung, as if you were meant to be by his side.

“Well then, ___, if you’re so sure about that,” he said as he stood up, “Will you go on a date with me?”

“I would be a fool to say no,” you answered as he helped you up.

You loaded up the cart with the last of the bouquet orders. It was a joyful walk to and from the post office. The night sky was speckled with stars. The air was fresh and crisp. You found yourself skipping alongside Taehyung as he effortlessly pulled the heavy cart.

“May I pick you up for our date tomorrow?” he asked, as you both stood in front of the flower shop.

“Tomorrow? We’re moving pretty quickly,” you observed.

“I’m sorry, am I being too forward? I can wait, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Taehyung took your hand.

“No! You’re fine, Taehyung. You’re such a sweetheart. I’m joking, silly. Yes, tomorrow is perfect. It’s supposed to still be all rainy and gross right?” you laced your fingers between his.

“Yes, it’s like that practically year round here. That’s why I like this place. Can I have your address?”

“Of course, I can text it to you.”

“I don’t have a phone.”

“Dude, what? It’s the 21st century.”

“I don’t like technology. I suppose you can call me old fashioned.”

“You must be. Old man,” you chuckled as you wrote down your address on a piece of paper.

“I’m not that old,” Taehyung said defensively.

“Oh, c’mon. I guess a couple hundred years isn’t that old,” you say.

“W-what?” Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“Joking! Taehyung, you’re too uptight,” you playfully nudged him.

“Ah, aha ha yes. Good one,” Taehyung forced a nervous laugh.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, goodnight!” you say.

“Goodnight, ___. I’ll see you on the morrow,” Taehyung bowed.

You’re still ecstatic by the time you get back to the cottage. You’re going on a date! A real life date! I mean, sure, it’s with the person you’re supposed to assassinate, but that part can wait. You haven’t been on a date since...well never. You’d grown accustomed to charming but empty flirtations and one night stands. This time, it actually felt genuine.

Part of you is beyond excited at the prospect of a real date, but a different part of you is begging you to stop. That part of you wants you to get this over with as soon as possible. Getting too connected with your target will only cause problems later on, you know that.

‘I can let myself have a little fun. I deserve that much,’ you try to tell yourself.

A phone call interrupted your thoughts.

“Hello?” you answered.

“How’d it go? Did you kill him yet? Why haven’t you called?” Yoongi immediately bombarded you with questions.

“Yoongi, slow down. Today was fine. No, I haven’t killed him yet. I just got back. Also, check in calls are to be made BY the hunter once or twice a week. I’ve talked to you two days in a row this week,” you say, audibly annoyed.

“This mission is different. Your target is extremely dangerous. Do you want me to send in reinforcements?”

“No, I can handle this on my own. I think it’ll take some time to gain Taehyung’s trust.”

“Who?”

“Taehyung. My target’s name.”

“You know that probably a fake name, right?”

“I know, I know. I’m just giving you a heads up that I may be here a while,” you sighed.

Honestly, you felt certain that his real name was Kim Taehyung. You felt certain that everything he’s told you so far is the truth. You’d acquired the useful skill of correctly sensing when someone was lying (many many years of training), but you saw no such signs with Taehyung.

“I appreciate that, I guess. Call me with every update. When are you seeing the target again? Why didn’t you kill him today?” Yoongi pressed more questions.

“I don’t know when I’m seeing him next. We finished all of the orders today, but I told him he’s always welcome in the shop. I’ll be waiting on him to pop by,” you lied, “I couldn’t kill him today because he still never let his guard down,” another lie.

“This guy sounds tricky as hell. I’m surprised he hasn’t tried to seduce you yet. Or is there something you’re not telling me?” Yoongi’s voice raised with suspicion.

“No, this guy is incredibly aloof for a vampire. It’s gonna be a challenge to get him to trust me, but I can do it,” you reassured him.

“Alright. I’ll believe you for now. Don’t hesitate to call. Bye,” Yoongi hung up.

He must really be worried. He never says ‘bye’. He usually just abruptly hangs up.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell Yoongi the truth. He would have admonished you for not finishing the job quickly. Suddenly, you began to second guess yourself. Should you go on a date with him? Maybe you should just surprise attack him as soon as he knocks on your door.

You shook your head. This was stupid. Yoongi was stupid for making you worry. You have everything under control. You might as well enjoy the job while you can. The most important thing to remember is to NOT catch feelings, and you know that. You won’t. You can’t afford to.

You slept in the next morning. Since all the orders had been completed, there was no need to visit the shop. You naturally woke up when the sunlight shone through the blinds, slightly illuminating the room.

Sitting at your breakfast table with a coffee in one hand and a bagel in the other, you realized that Taehyung never told you when he’d come pick you up. You’d normally assume that he’d pick you up in the evening, but you never know with Taehyung.

You hop into the shower after eating. Getting ready early never hurt anyone. You skim through your closet after you finish showering. You’ve never worn anything cute for a date before. Technically, you could call all your clubbing and partying outfits ‘cute’, but that’s more of a promiscuous cute, not a first date cute.

You try out a style that you’ve always wanted to wear, but never had the opportunity to. You pair an oversized sweater with a simple but flowy skirt. After applying some light makeup, you genuinely felt cute. You twirled in front of your mirror.

It was early afternoon by the time you finished getting ready. As if by magic, there was a knock on the door as soon as you put on your last accessory.

‘Hi Taehyung!” you greeted him.

“Good day, ___,” he politely greeted back.

The early morning sun retreated behind dark clouds by the time the afternoon came by. Taehyung held an umbrella over his head as he stood on your doorstep.

“Come in! I just finished getting ready. I actually had no idea what time you’d arrive,” you ushered him in.

“I realized I never told you by the time I got back to my house. I felt so foolish,” Taehyung blushed, “But it seems like I had the perfect timing.”

“Mhm, we must be connected by fate or something,” you giggled.

“Do you believe in fate?” Taehyung asked, awkwardly standing just inside the threshold of your cottage.

“Sure, I guess. Life is more fun when you believe in things like that,” you replied, taking his hand to lead him into the living room, “Make yourself at home.”

“Thank you. What do you mean by ‘things like that’?” Taehyung asked after sitting down.

“Things like fate? Uh, I guess other supernatural things? Would that fall in the supernatural category?” you didn’t know how to answer.

“Most people think of demons or ghosts when they hear the word ‘supernatural’,” Taehyung answered.

“Ok, then maybe it’s some sort of omnipresent power. Who knows. Either way, life is easier if you believe in more things than the shit you can see,” you shrugged.

“Do you believe in supernatural things too?” he asked quietly.

“Like demons or ghosts?” you sat down beside him.

“Sure. Maybe even monsters too. Like werewolves or vampires,” he cast his gaze to the floor.

“Werewolves or vampires? I don’t think those exist, silly. Or if they do, I’ve never met one,” you laugh.

What was he trying to do? Vampires never expose their true identities until their prey is on death’s doorstep. Is he about to attack?

Your body clenches up. You’re unarmed at the moment. The closest weapon to you is in your room, which is more than 15 feet away. If he attacks you right now, you’re dead. How could you be so stupid? You can’t believe that you let your guard down.

“Hopefully you never meet one then, if they do exist. I’m sure they’re quite scary,” Taehyung nodded, interrupting your thoughts, “I wanted to take you on a picnic, but the storm outside says otherwise. I brought the food too. Would you like to eat it here?”

“A picnic? Aw, that would have been so cute. Sure, we can eat here. Do you wanna watch a movie while we eat?”

“We can watch a movie after we eat, if that’s okay with you. Again, I’m kind of old school, I guess. I apologize for not being able to take you on a proper date,” he frowned.

You set up your breakfast table as Taehyung retrieved the food. He came back with a stereotypical wicker basket. God, a picnic date would have put you over the moon.

“I made hamburgers. I brought the add ons since I don’t know what you like on them,” he brought out the food, “I also brought fruit and a bottle of wine. Do you drink?”

“I drink occasionally. This all looks incredible. You cook?” you gawked at all the food.

“Occasionally. I grew these fruits myself,” Taehyung looked rather proud of himself as he showed off his strawberries.

He picked one and brought it up to your face to let you examine it. It was a rather small strawberry, but it was as red as a cardinal. You reach forward to bite it, your lips grazing Taehyung’s fingers.

Taehyung let out a small gasp of surprise at your intimate gesture. Whether you were flirting or just being adorable, he couldn’t decipher. He hasn’t felt anything for anyone in centuries. Of every human he has encountered, you were by far the most intriguing.

“This is the sweetest strawberry I’ve ever had!” you cheered as your face contorted when the sugariness set in.

Taehyung laughed at you as he ate one himself, “I’m happy you like them. Please, help yourself to as many as you’d like. Eating them all by myself has been quite lonely.”

The table was finally set, and the meal was laid out beautifully. Taehyung reached out for hamburger buns when you smacked his hand away.

“Did I forget something--” he started to question.

“Phone eats first,” you explained, whipping out your phone to take pictures.

Once you were satisfied with your food photoshoot, you gestured for Taehyung to take his food. He shook his head disapprovingly at you but silently began making his burger.

The medium rare patty was juicy (just the way you like it), and the vegetables tasted as if they had just been picked that morning. Taehyung watched you as you ate, hoping his food was enough to please you.

“How is it? Is everything to your liking? Is the meat too raw?” he asked in a rapid fire succession when he could no longer contain himself.

“Taehyung, this is honestly the best meal I’ve ever had. Everything seems so fresh! And the meat???” you pantomimed a chef’s kiss.

“Thank goodness,” Taehyung let out a long exhale as a wave of relief washed over him, “Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Maybe later,” you replied as you made your second burger.

“Okay. Just know that this pairs exquisitely with the burgers,” Taehyung said, already making his fourth one.

“Wine and burgers? That’s an odd pairing,” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“How would you know? You haven’t even tried it yet,” Taehyung scoffed.

Was he teasing you? Joking around with him felt so natural. You could get used to every meal being like this.

‘Wait. No. Don’t be so naive’, you scolded yourself.

“Ok fine! Pour me a glass so I can see for myself,” you rolled your eyes.

“I really only asked because I wanted to open the bottle already,” Taehyung grinned.

With a now empty bottle and full stomachs, the two of you happily conversed across the table. Your laughs were genuine whenever Taehyung said something outlandish (which he often did). His gaze on you was nothing but fond as he examined your delicate features. Everything about you was alluring, and he could not figure out why.

“Let’s watch a movie,” you suggested, already getting out of your seat.

“We can watch whatever you want,” Taehyung smiled as you took him by the hand to lead him to the couch.

“We can scroll through Netflix to see what they have. You cold?” you asked.

“Technically I’m always cold,” Taehyung answers quickly, but then rushes to add, “Because it’s always a little chilly here.”

“Sure, okay. Well, I’m cold so I’m gonna use this blanket,” you dropped down beside him.

Taehyung awkwardly shifted to give you more room. You scooted even closer to him. Again, he tried to scoot away to give you some space.

“Taehyung.”

“Yes?”

“Would you like to cuddle with me under the blanket? Body warmth goes a long way,” you offered bluntly.

“I...would that be okay with you?” Taehyung shyly glanced at you.

“I asked, so yes of course it would be okay, silly,” you threw the blanket over him.

You snuggled up beside him as you scrolled through Netflix. At first, Taehyung was extremely tense. Over time, you felt him begin to relax, and he even began to lean into you. Eventually, you got him to wrap his arm around you. You could feel the coolness of his skin even through his sweater, but that’s to be expected. In all honesty, you forgot what he was for a little bit.

Now would be the perfect time to end it all. He has let his guard down, his eyes glued to the TV screen. You glanced at him, admiring his side profile. There was no way a mere human could look that handsome. His lips moved slightly as he read the movie titles to himself. He realized you were watching him, and returned your gaze.

“Can I help you, ___?” he asked quietly.

“Possibly, if you’d like,” you whispered back.

“I would help you with anything, my dear ___,” Taehyung replied.

“Kiss me?” you say just inches away from his lips.

Taehyung obliged, bringing his hand to your cheek to guide you to him. His icy thumb trailed along your cheek down to your lips. You hesitated, looking at him with doe eyes. Not once have you ever felt nervous about kissing someone. It never mattered. But here, with him, everything was different.

Taehyung leaned in, pressing his plush lips against yours. You embraced the coolness of his lips as it somehow felt refreshing. You finally dove in headfirst, greeting his gentle kiss with your own. Soon, the gentleness became harsher as you kissed him deeper.

Now straddling his lap, the prospect of movie watching had been forgotten. The blanket was tossed aside as Taehyung’s hands began to roam across your back.

Your tongues intertwined wherever they met, be it in his mouth or yours. You pulled back slightly so you could remove your shirt before Taehyung stopped you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“There will be plenty of time for that later. For now, will you let me kiss those lips that I have foolishly been missing for all my life?” Taehyung softly requested, running his hand through your hair.

There was nothing you could say to express what you felt in that moment. Never before has anyone wooed you like this. You granted his request by pulling him into you. Every act of intimacy felt so personal. Almost as if there was a real connection.

After more kissing, you sank back to lay beside Taehyung. This time, you sprawled out on the couch and rested your head on his lap. Taehyung smiled down at you as he stroked your hair.

“On a scale of 1-10, how was this date?” he asked.

“Solid 9.”

“Why not a 10?”

“You didn’t want to see me with my shirt off.”

“What! It’s not like I don’t want to! Pardon my vulgarity, but I want to see you with everything off.”

“Then why didn’t you let me strip?” you were genuinely curious.

“I don’t want to rush you. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do,” he started twirling your hair between his fingers.

“I was obviously wanting to take my shirt off,” you giggled. He starts to open his mouth to reply but you cut him off, “But thank you. I really appreciate that, Taehyung. You really are such a gentleman.”

“I try to be, anyway,” he said.

“What do you want to do for our next date?” you inquire.

“Next date? Don’t you think we’re moving too fast?” Taehyung teased you, “Would you like to take a walk around my estate?”

“You’re taking me on a walk? Am I a dog to you?” you feign being offended, but now Taehyung understands when you’re being playful.

“If you were a dog you’d be a cute little pomeranian. Adorable and tiny. All bark and no bite,” Taehyung boops your nose.

“If you were a dog you’d be a chihuahua. Annoying,” you quickly retorted.

“Not true. I feel like I’m more dignified, like a Great Dane or a Doberman,” Taehyung shook his head.

“Sure thing, silly. A walk actually sounds relaxing. As long as you can promise me that it won’t be raining, I’d love to go on a walk with you,” you finally answered him.

“The storm should clear up in three days. Can I come pick you up then?”

“I can drive myself.”

“But I want to pick you up.”

“Why?”

“To be chivalrous. But also so that I can see you sooner,” Taehyung looked away in embarrassment.

“Aw, are you gonna miss me?” you teased.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Taehyung teased back.

You repositioned yourself back to straddling his lap. You hugged him, wrapping your arms around him like a koala. He chuckled and hugged you back as he thought about how adorable you were.

This seemingly innocent gesture had not so innocent motives. You began to rub yourself against his groin. Your panties were beginning to soak under your skirt. Taehyung didn’t protest. Instead, you heard him breathing in deeply as you rubbed against him harder.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked in a tone you haven’t heard before.

“Giving you a reason to miss me,” you answered.

Your hand snaked between your thighs to tease his clothed erection. He sighed as you took hold of him. You felt him up through his pants, and you pleasantly figured out that he’s well endowed. Just the thought of him fucking you with his huge cock made your mouth water.

“Can I make you feel good?” you seductively whispered into his ear.

“You can do whatever you want with me, I’m all yours,” he replied.

You get off, and kneel before him. You asked him to remove his pants and underwear as you tied up your hair. He obediently followed your request.

Your eyes widened as his cock was revealed. Just like you thought, its impressive length was matched by its delectable girth. It even curved down slightly, which for some reason turned you on even more.

You pumped him slowly as you admired his dick. Soon, you began to tease him by swirling your tongue around his tip. Taehyung groaned and clutched your ponytail. You looked up at him to see that his eyes were shut and his mouth was wide open.

You licked up his length while you fondled his balls. Taehyung tightened his grip on your ponytail, urging you to stop teasing him. Finally, you wrapped your lips around him as you began to suck him off. The wet sounds echoed around the room. You started your pace off slowly, but gradually picked up. Your hands followed your lips as you bounced up and down. You gagged every time he hit the back of your throat. Feeling the walls of your throat spasm around him caused Taehyung to moan even louder. Tears welled in your eyes as he held himself inside your mouth longer.

In an attempt to let yourself breathe, you went back to swirling around his tip. His dick was now covered in your saliva, so you firmly pumped him while you worked on his tip.

“K-keep going. Just like that. I’m gonna--” Taehyung didn’t finish his sentence before cumming in your mouth.

His cum was surprisingly hot as it exploded into your mouth and dribbled down your chin.

“How was that?” you asked as you wiped away his cum with the back of your hand.

Taehyung was slouching against the couch, still panting. He pulled you back onto his lap before answering, “I had a reason to miss you before, but now I’ll miss you even more.”

“Oh? What was your reasoning before?” you cooed.

“I believe I have formulated a crush on you,” he kissed the top of your head.

“Damn, that sucks,” you shrugged, “Sucks that I have a crush on you too.”

“___,” Taehyung said softly.

“Yes?” you gazed up at him.

“Will you be my girlfriend? I know we haven’t known each other long but--”

“Yes. I’d be honored to be your girlfriend,” you embraced him, “You still wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure, my darling. Let’s do that,” Taehyung squeezed you, almost a little too tight, but you didn’t mind.

“Moana!” you exclaimed as you stumbled upon it.

“Isn’t this a children’s movie?” Taehyung said in protest.

“Yes. It’s also great. Judging by your reaction, you’ve never seen it before so we’re gonna change that,” you clicked on the movie and instantly threw away the remote.

The rest of the day was spent watching Moana. Taehyung was amused by how you knew each song and sang along with the movie. He wouldn’t admit it, but he enjoyed the movie. It was beautifully animated and he appreciated the deep meanings behind it.

You walked Taehyung to the door after the movie ended. He tenderly kissed your cheek as you hugged him goodbye.

“So, I’ll come pick you up in three days time?” Taehyung wanted to clarify.

“No, I’m driving myself over to your place,” you stood your ground.

“As you like,” Taehyung pouted. He’s never done that before. Seeing his cute little puppy eyes almost made you change your mind. You ushered him out before you could do so.

You watched him drive into the distance as the rain poured. It had been storming all day. You couldn’t contain how giddy Taehyung made you feel. You had a boyfriend! Your very first boyfriend, and he was practically a god.

Well, he was a vampire. That you were sent to exterminate.

Your heart deflated at the thought. How could you be so stupid? You got so caught up in the act that you actually let yourself get carried away.

However, this didn’t feel like an act anymore. If anything, Taehyung knows more about you than anyone else in the world.

What if...you just never went back to the VEC? Maybe you could convince Taehyung to run away with you.

No, that would be impossible. The VEC had eyes everywhere, and were capable of anything. For the first time in your life, you didn’t want to kill someone. Your perpetual anger at the world dispelled itself whenever you were with Taehyung.

Instead of calling Yoongi, you decided to text him.

[7:36pm] Still alive. This job is gonna be a long one, but I got it handled. I won’t reach out again until the job is done.

[7:36pm from Yoongles] K

Perfect. That should keep Yoongi off of your ass for a while. At least a month.

The days that you didn’t see Taehyung felt like an eternity. You went to the shop to keep up appearances, but just watched anime on your laptop the whole time.

The elderly couple from before showed up at the shop again. You contently watched them admire the flowers as they walked hand in hand. They brought up the same arrangement of flowers as last time.

“You look different today, dear,” the woman observed.

“Oh yeah? How so, ma’am?” you smiled politely.

“Oh, you’re right dear! She seems happier somehow, the air about her is lighter,” the man nodded in agreement.

“Perhaps now she’s in love. At the very least, there’s someone she’s thinking about right now. Good for you dear! I hope it all works out,” the woman patted your hand as you handed the flowers back over to her. You simply laughed with them as they exited the shop, but your smile dropped as soon as they were out of sight. Their words resonated with you. You’re not in love. That’s absurd. However, you can't deny your fat crush on Taehyung. It’ll subside once you dispose of him. At least, that’s what you think to reassure yourself.

The day of your second date with Taehyung had arrived. It was weird not being able to text or call him. All your previous assignments that took more time loved sexting you. Taehyung was by far your most peculiar case.

The rainfall had finally subsided as you drove over to Taehyung’s estate. The jewelry you wore was crafted to hold small amounts of holy water, perfect for poisoning a vampire’s food. You dabbled in the art of poison in your free time, and managed to develop a toxin that would instantly immobilize even the strongest of vampires. You kept a vial of that on you at all times. You even equipped your best dagger, hiding it within your clothing.

You took a deep breath as you pulled up to the driveway. Today could be the day. If he gave you an opening, you had to take it. You couldn’t keep lying to yourself.

‘He doesn’t care about you. He only wants to feed on you,’ You repeated those accusatory thoughts to yourself in the hopes of actually believing in them.

Taehyung was waiting for you, sitting on the ledge of the rundown fountain. He happily waved at you as you walked up to greet him.

“___! How are you? How was the drive?” Taehyung kissed your cheeks as soon as you were within reach.

“I’m doing well, how have you been? The drive was uneventful, but I’m sure you’re used to that driving around here,” you giggled at his friendliness.

Taehyung was as stoic as a statue when you first met him. Now, he was a sweet talkative guy with boyish charms.

“It’s quiet around here. But that’s why I like it. Shall we begin our walk? There are so many things I want to show you!” Taehyung took your hand and tugged you along.

Weaving his icy fingers with yours, you struggled to keep up with his pace.

“Taehyung! Slow down, we have all day,” you cried out.

“Sorry, my darling. I just haven’t been this excited in a very long time,” Taehyung apologized.

“How long?” you poked.

“Centuries,” he smiled. You knew he wasn’t lying. You giggled to play along with his joke.

His estate had vast grounds. At first glance, it seemed like the property was overgrown, but you realized you were wrong the further away you ventured.

Taehyung was following a small trail that looked like it had been worn out through the years. The treeline got thicker as you guys walked along, progressively turning into a forest. Taehyung was talking the whole time. He was spouting facts and stories about the various plants you stumbled across.

‘So it’s not just flowers. He just really loves nature,’ you thought to yourself.

“Am I boring you? You haven’t said a thing,” Taehyung looked back at you.

“Not at all! I’m learning a lot. I’m intently listening to you, I promise,” you hold out a pinky to him. Taehyung wraps his pinky around yours and continues to lead you down the trail.

“Oh! This is my lake. Do you like to fish?” Taehyung asked as you entered a small clearing.

A dock jutted off of the shoreline of an expansive lake. The lake went on as far as the eye can see. You could barely make out the treeline on the other side.

“This is your lake? You own the entire thing?” you asked in amazement.

“It’s all within my property lines, so yes,” Taehyung nodded, “Do you like fishing, dear?”

“Fishing is okay I guess. I prefer to eat the fish,” you answered, “Maybe we could kayak or something here?”

“Noted. I have a small rowboat we can take out to the middle sometime. You can take a nap while I fish,” Taehyung jokes.

“Sounds like a fine date to me,” you replied.

“Okay! Moving on,” Taehyung (with your pinky still intertwined with his) spun you around and led you back to the trail.

Next, he led you to his garden. He pointed out his strawberry patch, letting you pick the ripest one. He proudly showed you his vegetables too, ranging from lettuce to cucumbers.

“You have such a great green thumb! Every plant I try to raise dies instantly. Even cacti,” you sighed glumly.

“Aw, it’s okay dear. Perhaps you can help me tend to my garden sometime,” Taehyung pecked your cheek.

“Sounds like another fine date,” you returned his kiss with one of your own.

Taehyung explained that the trail goes around his property in a small loop. He had much more land, however he didn't use it for anything. He explained that he values his privacy, but didn’t expound on it. You already knew the reason why anyway.

The treeline began to thin out. Soon, you were traversing through a field of tall ferns. Silently walking through the field, you noticed a patch of ferns that had been crushed, almost as if someone sat on them.

Your heart sank. You stopped in your tracks. Your observant eyes saw subtle dark brown spots that littered the patch of squished ferns. This must have been where your parents were found.

You’d been denying the truth this entire trip. Taehyung really had murdered your parents. The proof was right there. He was nothing more than a vampire. A cold blooded killer with only one motive. It was suddenly getting hard to breathe.

“___? ___?” Taehyung shook your shoulder, snapping you back to reality, “Are you okay? You suddenly stopped walking and spaced out.”

“I’m good! Sorry, I thought I saw something,” you reassured him.

“What did you see?” he asked.

“I thought I saw a rabbit. Then my thoughts wandered to rabbits and I guess I got caught up in it,” you lied.

“Ah, I understand. I do that all the time,” Taehyung patted your head.

All the warm feelings you had towards him were gone. They were replaced by anger and hatred, the feelings you should have had the whole time. You were going to kill him today. He just needed to put himself in a vulnerable position.

“We’re almost back to the house. Would you like some tea?” Taehyung offered.

“That would be perfect,” you smiled. Perfect indeed. All you had to do was slip in some holy water. His mouth will burn upon impact, giving you the perfect opportunity to swoop in for the kill.

He led you into his house through the back door. The interior was surprisingly modern with a sleek minimalist style. Despite the exterior looking like it was from the Victorian era, the inside was furnished with simple black furniture to compliment the light grey walls.

“It’s not much,” Taehyung said when he noticed you looking around, “I live alone so there’s no need to make this place feel inviting. Well, at least there was no need.”

You faked a smile at his comment.

“Make yourself at home, dear. The dining table is over there. I'll bring the tea when it’s ready,” Taehyung planted a soft kiss against your forehead.

A shiver ran down your spine. The once sweet gesture now felt like a threat. Your leg bounced uncontrollably as you waited for Taehyung to join you. Now is the time. It’s now or never.

He placed an ornate teacup atop a fancy saucer in front of you. You graciously accepted it.

“This is my favorite flavor, I hope you like it,” Taehyung said as he lifted his cup to you.

You mimicked his action, clinking your cups. Bringing the cup to your lips, you take your first sip. It was sweeter than expected, but the flavor was pleasant overall.

“Can you guess what flavor it is?” Taehyung asked.

“Something fruity...blackberry?” you answered.

“Close! It’s raspberry. Raspberries tend to be less tart than blackberries,” he explained, “Oh! I have the perfect cake to pair with this too! I’m a bit of a foodie if you hadn’t noticed.”

“All that walking made me hungry so that sounds great,” you replied.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back,” he smiled before departing.

His drink was left unattended, giving you the opportunity to tamper with it. You debated whether you should put in holy water or your special poison. You decide to go with the holy water, that way you can still talk to him after you restrain him. With a quick push of a hidden button on your ring, a few droplets of holy water fell into Taehyung’s tea.

Taehyung returned with a small lemon cake, placing it between the saucers. He cut you a slice before serving himself. Eagerly waiting for you to take the first bite, he looked pleased when a smile crept on your face.

“This is delicious! Where’d you buy it?” you asked.

“I made it myself! I finally perfected it after a bunch of trial and error,” he beamed as he began to eat his slice.

“Let’s toast to this occasion, to celebrate the beginning of a new relationship,” you held out your cup. You’re ready to pounce as soon as he takes a sip. The concealed weapon hidden in your sleeve was prepped and ready to spring out as soon as you attacked.

“A toast to this momentous occasion,” Taehyung held his cup out. It’s nearly time. He paused for a second.

“Can I say something first?” Taehyung lowered his cup.

“Of course, is something wrong?” you tried to conceal the panic in your voice. Had he finally caught on? Your body tensed up as you prepared for a fight.

“Nothing is wrong, dear. I just...I want to get something off my chest,” he took a deep breath, “I had been extremely bored with life for God knows how long. I value my security and seclusion for personal reasons, however I never craved for interactions with anyone. I’ve preferred to be alone for the longest time. Mostly because I don’t want to cause problems for anyone anymore. The last time I interacted with people it ended rather poorly.”

You set your cup down to listen to him, fully engaged in his speech while still being on high alert.

“Everything changed when I met you. I can’t explain it. Normally I would have shooed you away, but something about you made me want to help you. Maybe my interest in flowers got the better of me, who knows? Then, I had the pleasure of getting to know you more when I made the bouquets with you. I can’t tell you the last time I had a genuine conversation with someone. Everything feels so natural with you. I want you to know that I will never hurt you. I will never lie to you. I despise lies above all else. Lastly, I wanted to thank you. Thank you for taking the wrong turn and stumbling into my life. I’m excited to start a new chapter with you, ___.”

You were speechless. Not one word of his was laced with magic. His speech was pure and genuine. How can someone this thoughtful be capable of murdering your parents?

“What happened to the people you last interacted with?” you questioned.

Taehyung flinched at your response. Out of all the things he said, that’s what you chose to respond to? Taehyung shook his apprehension away and chalked it up to your curiosity.

“Many years ago I lost someone I was very fond of. I suppose I never wanted to go through that pain ever again,” he answered solemnly. That’s not what you meant to ask. You were intrigued but needed answers to more pressing matters first.

“So you’ve never interacted with anyone since then?” you pressed the issue.

“Well I had some nuisances bothering me somewhat recently but I don’t think that is important,” Taehyung averted his gaze from you.

“Nuisances? How so?” you expertly concealed your growing rage.

“They wouldn’t leave me alone after I politely asked them to vacate my property,” he curtly answered.

“Why were they here?” you prodded.

“Does that matter?” Taehyung’s voice rose, causing you to shrink into your chair.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. That doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is that we’re together now. We can take on the world together, you and me. I want to give you the world, darling,” Taehyung quickly apologized after seeing that he startled you.

“Thank you, Taehyung. You really are the best gentleman I have ever met. Thanks for loving flowers so much that you ended up talking to me, I guess,” you smiled politely as you lifted your cup.

Now you were conflicted. Surely there was more to the story between him and your parents. You needed answers. Taehyung doesn’t seem to be violent at all. His kindhearted nature made it hard to believe that he was capable of such atrocities.

“Cheers, darling,” Taehyung clinked your cup.

You watched intently as he brought his cup to his lips. His movements seemed to be happening in slow motion, torturing you.

“Wait!” you cried out, “Let’s switch cups. For good luck.”

“Huh?” Taehyung lowered his cup in confusion.

“I used to do that with my parents. We’d switch cups at the last minute for good luck,” you lied. Hopefully Taehyung would buy into it.

“Sure. What an interesting notion,” Taehyung observed as he switched cups with you.

“The key is doing it last minute, that way luck won’t escape you,” you admonished yourself for such a shitty explanation.

“That makes sense,” Taehyung nodded thoughtfully. Thank god he’s a bit odd.

You drank the cup containing the holy water. You could have easily killed Taehyung today, but you needed to know more about your parent’s death. The VEC wasn’t going to tell you jack shit. Perhaps it was time to go a little rogue.

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jinkicake · 4 years

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Look At You, Now Look At Me

Kenma, Oikawa, Tendou with a dancer s/o, who likes kpop style dancing, that dances just for them.

Kozume Kenma x Reader

Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Tendou Satori x Reader

This request was so cute Anon, I liked writing it. My friend also really likes hip-hop and learns kpop choreo,,, it’s so cool!!! Oh,, did you hear blackpink’s new song? How You Like That hits! I’m so excited for their new album~

WC- 1,440

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Kozume Kenma

Bold of us to assume that Kenma will give us the time of day,,, you’d have to fight his psp for his attention

He’d probably not even notice the first time you finish your routine... you’re standing there like… ‘so kenma what do you think’

And without looking up from his device he’s like ‘it was really good, (Y/N), go show Kuroo’

Kenma wouldn’t be able to handle the attention of you dancing solely for him,,, I think he would get really red and nervous

He’s thinking ‘why would you dance only for him?’

He wants to watch you dance and follow all of your movements but I think he’d get shy if you meet his eyes, so the entire song he is darting between your body and the floor in front of him

Kenma would want to praise you and be super heartfelt, but he doesn’t know how to because everything he says comes off as so monotoned

So he would instead try to hold your hand and send you a warm smile while giving you his compliment

‘That was really cool, (Y/N),’ I feel like Kenma would want to see it again but wouldn’t have the nerve to ask

So if you’re just dancing again and practicing, he is watching you the entire time from behind his phone

“You want to go to school during the weekend?” Kenma asks, a deep sigh rumbles from his chest. “Why?”

“Because the dance room is open, I want to show you something I’ve been working on!” You tell him eagerly and Kenma grimaces but still follows you down the street as you walk towards the school.

“Just show Kuroo, he would enjoy that type of thing.” Kenma pesters and you roll your eyes at him, slowing down to flick his forehead.

“Yeah, but Kuroo isn’t my boyfriend? Is he?” You ask with your hands on your hips as you stare up the pudding head.

“No.” Kenma sighs once more and shakes his head, letting you grab his hand into yours.

The entire routine, as the music echos loudly throughout the empty room, Kenma darts his eyes from your body to the floor. He never once really looks at you and instead looks at you through the mirror.

“Okay. How was it?” You ask him eagerly with wide eyes, placing your hands on his knees as you stare him down. Kenma only sinks further into his jacket, his eyes staring at the wooden floor beneath him.

“It was cool, I really liked it.” He confesses with a slight smile before looking back up at you and his eyes widen at your happy expression.

“Ah, Kenma you were actually watching?” You wrap your arms around his shoulders and bring him into a hug, Kenma tenses before slightly relaxing in your hold. Unbeknownst to you, he is always is paying attention to you.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Oikawa Tooru

Before we start I just want to say that Oikawa def listens to kpop, I know damn well he has learned some of the choreography to songs

You can’t tell me he isn’t the biggest stan of exo-cbx,,,, like he throws it BACK to blooming day

Literally, he would blare that song over and over again for hours during practice and by the end of it you have Hanamaki sitting there like ‘can I be your boyfriend, can I’

Oikawa is the praise king, he would love watching you dance for him

He’d be so proud and he’d sit there with the biggest smile on his face, he’s so into it

Then he would beg you to teach him the dance, he would be like ‘please, please teach me!!’

I feel like Oikawa is the type of person who could learn the dance in like 30 minutes, this bitch would be a natural

He would think it is so sweet that you’re doing this to make him feel better, he is like omg my own dancer!! My own cheerleader!!!

Oikawa loves the support, we all know he needs it my sweet boy, and would be very thankful for it

He’d so show Iwaizumi the dance he learned and Iwa-chan would sit there like ‘yes Tooru, go! give us nothing!!’

“And then you move your foot here, rock your hips like this,” You pause and glance at Oikawa in the mirror. Your boyfriend is very skillfully, and confidently, copying every single one of your moves like he has been practicing for days. “and then you’re done!”

Oikawa finishes with his pose, arrogantly staring at you in the mirror and you try to hide the smile on your face.

“Let’s see you do it!” Oikawa nods, taking the challenge and you glance at your phone. “Do you want me to do it with you or can I sit this one out?” Oikawa simply flips his hair out of his face.

“Sit this one out, let me put on a show for you,” He winks and you shake your head, hiding your flustered expression, as you sit down against the wall of mirrors. You press play on the song and watch closely with a shocked expression as Oikawa hits every move. He even nails the facials and you can’t help but gasp as all of his attention is on you.

“Is this what it feels like when I dance for you?” You ask as soon as the song finishes, your hand covering your racing heart. “That was so good, Tooru! You’re amazing!!” The compliments fly out of your mouth as you gush over the tall captain.

“Mmm, I know.” He rolls his shoulders back and then crouches down to sit in front of you, his lips kissing your forehead. “You’re the most amazing, though. I love my cutie dancer!”

Tendou Satori

I feel like since I had to say what kpop song Oikawa would listen to,,, I have to do the same for Tendou…..

Honestly, I want to say like blood sweat and tears by bts but I also feel like he would be a yes or yes by twice type of guy

Tendou just comes off as someone who loves girl groups, like he would love their cute choreography and outfits but he would also love girl crush concepts

If he plays any of the music at practice Ushiwaka is there like,,,, ‘what is this’ Ushijima would not vibe with kpop HAHAH

It would be hard to show Tendou your dance because he would want to dance with you

You’d have to physically hold him down and tell him to stay still and watch you

Tendou would cheer for you the entire time, clapping really loudly and throwing compliments everywhere

He would become the cutest, blushy mess, he can’t believe you did this for him!!!

It would seriously make him so happy, he would tackle you in a hug after you finish

Tendou would make you repeat the dance over and over again so he can watch you,,, he would have the sweetest love-struck expression on his face the entire time </333

“Ah, (Y/N), go off!” Tendou cheers, his red irises following your every move. His hands clap together excitedly whenever you do something he likes. He looks so amazed by it all. “That’s my baby!” Tendou cups his hands and yells and you can’t help but smile as you continue your routine. “Wow, so much talent in such a short body!”

Your eye twitches at that one.

“I have the best angel, ever!” As soon as the music fades and the song ends, Tendou immediately reaches over and presses the play button on your phone once again. “Do it again!!!”

“Satori, I’ve been dancing for like fifteen minutes straight.” You sigh and plop down on the floor next to him, resting your head in his lap.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” Tendou gently taps the tip of your nose with his finger and smiles down at you. You hide your face in your hands. “No, no, let me see you!!!” Tendou scolds and wraps his hands around your wrists to bring your hands away from your face. “Babe, I can’t help that I want to see you dance. I love watching you!! It’s all for me!!!”

You can practically see the way his chest puffs out in pride, Tendou does love his attention.

“That’s true.” You confirm for him and in return only fuel his ego, even more, you reach up and cup his cheek while smiling up at him. “All for you, Satori.”

Tendou reaches down and presses his lips to yours, becoming preoccupied with something other than the music playing from the speaker.

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jjaeong · 3 years

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The Heiress, And The Twelve. Act I.

Episode IV: Courage, Is Not The Absence Of Fear.

Series: KPOP Girl Group: 이달의 소녀 (LOONA).

Pairing: OT12 & Mafia Heiress Female Reader.

Summary: The esteemed guests had finally paid the Y/L/N Family a visit, to which the members could have never expected the reason exactly as to why. But along with the confusion that their visitors had brought with them, was at the price of something shifting within Y/N at the situation she had been put up to.

[TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE, INVOLVES MENTION OF BLOOD AND WEAPONRY. READ UNTIL 9’S PHONE CALL IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS.]

“Have you ever heard of the story about felines predicting catastrophes before humans could even detect them?”

Hyunjin stared blankly at the man that walked in front of her with his hands held behind his back, a serene expression set on his features as his eyes gazed over to the blooming flowers that had surrounded his garden. At each exit of the field, several men in black suits had stood to guard them while the young girl with the oversized yellow cardigan tailed behind the tall man whom had graying strands on his hair, to which oddly made him seem much more wise than he was ought to be. But Hyunjin found that idea false, for the man that had stood in with his back turned to her had always spoke with a heavy tone in his voice—as if he had thoroughly picked through each of his sentences with extra thought, it was the exact reason why she’d allowed herself to become a part of their Family, after all.

“I’ve heard of it once, from Yves-unnie.. I think. When she was sitting by the courtyard.” the man hummed in response, stopping in his tracks and turning to face the thin tree that had stood next to him—eyes examining the flowers that had bloomed from them before smiling softly and looking down at Hyunjin.

“When I was around your age, my parents had always kept a few animals in the house—to the point of it looking almost like an animal sanctuary rather than a home to a Mafia Family,” Hyunjin’s eyes stayed locked on the tree as the man resumed his stroll, keeping enough distance to be able to listen to his story before she had rushed to follow after him, “it may sound odd—because what did you expect a house filled with hitmen roaming freely, fully armed at all times to look like—but you’d definitely not expect to find a deer to be standing by one of the ponds, drinking from it’s pool while a family of swans passes by and a butterfly sitting on top of one of it’s antlers..” the young girl tilted her head at the mention of the animals, feeling the weight that the memory had carried from how the man’s tone changed from simple reminiscing to the sudden somberness that had switched after he teased his Family’s lifestyle.

“One of my greatest friends, whom was also the Heir to his Family’s name always had this sparkle in his eyes whenever he’d visit, stating that how our Family had lived was so different compared to his—our home felt more of like a refuge than the active warzone that he had called his own,” Hyunjin’s lips pulled into a small smile just as the man peeked behind him to also smile at the girl, shrugging his shoulders before raising a hand to run his fingers through the flowers as the passed—something that Hyunjin followed as well but only by walking close to them and lifting her finger in an shy manner, “he’d always tell me that one day, he could only hope that he could build such peace with his Family—though he did wish that our Families had never split apart.”

“The separation between the Mun Family and Jin Family.” Hyunjin whispered, peeking over to catch a glimpse at the man as if he would confirm if her answer was correct—to which he did, nodding but pulling his hand back to rest behind him again as they strolled peacefully through the spring air.

“Our Families together ruled thousands of territories, commanded over millions of men—so much strength to which was soon overcome with overpowering ambition, the Jin Family never knew when to stop and so they brought it upon themselves to be left by another family whom had stayed true to their colors to this day.”

“Kim,” Hyunjin answered, more confidently this time. Her brows knitted in concentration as she recalled the notes that she had scattered all over her and Heejin’s bedroom floor, the older girl’s whining ringing in the back of her head as Hyunjin kept repeating keywords to herself as the other girl tried to sleep, “out of the three major Families, they’re the wealthiest when it comes to land and associates.”

“We don’t usually take sides, but if it comes to a war of some sort—they’d learn to lean on us, as we would to them.” the two then stopped in the middle of an empty pond, the only view from the structure was the flowing waterfall and several koi’s that had swam freely through the clear water.

“Before Jin had declared war against our Family—with Mother as the boss at the time—our home was attacked the night before, I was just about to go to bed after studying the entire day when this.. Yellow cat, a Maine Coon,” Hyunjin looked over to the man, finding his arms crossed but Hyunjin’s eyes locked onto the glimmering blue ring that was set in his finger—running a thumb on the gem as he looked at the pond as he recalled that night, “she had always sat on my Mother’s lap, but she’d always seem to have watched over me as I slept. And so on the night of the attack, she had woke me up by biting onto my finger until I had eventually awakened—with our people leading me out of my quarters just before I heard the gun shots start ringing.” the man turned to look down at the younger girl whom met his gaze half-way, the battered aura that the girl with wide eyes had usually carried was almost overshadowed by the amazement and curiosity that the girl had currently beheld.

“The yellow cat passed away just as I became boss, almost a year before my parents had passed due to old age. But those animals had aided me in my survival for my short-lived childhood, they were more of my allies than they were my parents’ pets.” Hyunjin tore her gaze away from the man to eye his ring that rested on his arm yet again, nodding in understanding before facing the pond with the man soon following after her.

“I see her in you, Kim Hyunjin,” the man couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh at how odd it sounded, the personification of the animal and to the child he had just been introduced to within the year—but he knew it to himself that he had to let the younger girl know, “I believe that you have the same gift as she did—though you haven’t entirely shown signs of it yet—you have the same spirit inside of you just waiting to be awakened. You’re a special girl, I hope you don’t ever forget that.”

Hyunjin felt her heart hammering against her chest as her eyes snapped back to what was currently happening in front of her, the voices she managed to tune out after they've entered through the doors, exchanged pleasantries pierced through her bubble of sudden recollection of the conversation between her and the past boss a few years ago. She scanned the men that had stood by the bottom of the steps, surrounded by over a thousand of your people as a man with a prince-like aura to him smiled cunningly at Haseul—almost trying his best to appeal to her for them to carry on with whatever they had wished to plead.

"My name is Joshua, and here standing beside me are my members—Jihoon, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Wonwoo—and our Heir, Lee Chan," Joshua gestured to the suit-clad men that stood behind him before placing a hand on Lee Chan's shoulder, the weight of his hand seemingly heavy as Joshua practically pulled him from where he stood to almost offer him to the Leader—something which Sooyoung visibly winced at and Haseul could only eye the group for, "he had ordered us to search the city, for a particular friend of ours that had been left.. Unhinged."

"Unhinged..? What do you mean?!" Sooyoung's commanding voice made Joshua falter in his position and had the Heir taking a step back, as if he was already cowering in fear when he felt a more gentler hands rest on his shoulders this time—the man with the long hair named Jeonghan smiled up at Sooyoung whom looked furious compared to the different sets of expressions that had been plastered on her members' features.

"We're not looking for any trouble, we're just here for our friend. We've come here to inform you of that."

"And you didn't consult us.. On the first day of your search?" Haseul slowly dragged, eyes moving from one member to another as she now had placed a hand on her hip, to which the tallest of the bunch—Mingyu—let out a nervous laugh that echoed through the tense atmosphere before making eye contact with Joshua who's eye could only twitch at him. He then shut his mouth and inched himself closer to a stone-faced Wonwoo, eyes dead set on Heejin who had refused to meet his gaze since they've entered the courtyard.

"And this friend of yours—you're certain that he's in this city?" Mingyu couldn't seem to keep himself neutral, nodding in an almost child-like manner as Haseul questioned them. Chan lifted his head to look grimly at Haseul's pondering gaze, he swallowed sharply just before pulling himself away from Jeonghan's hands, getting down to his knees and bowing down completely to the Leader, leaving everyone in shock at the pitiful scene.

"Dino—"

"Please help us, Y/L/N Boss! I'm begging you!" he cried, continuing to plead with his forehead against the gravel and his members stunned as they stood behind him. The smile plastered on Joshua's face slowly fell into a contemptuous expression as he stared down at his boss before he got down on his knees to completely face the man, placing his hands on his arms in attempt of getting him back up on his feet but the boss pushed him back with tears falling freely from his eyes.

"No! They'll kill him, Hyung! He's lost his mind but we can't just—he's still my brother!" Chan shouted at his member who slowly fumed at his boss' words, which made Mingyu quickly spring into action and grab ahold of Joshua as the man thrashed in his hold.

"That's what I'm trying to stop—you idiot! You think I want him dead!? He's as much of a brother to me as he was to you—"

"Shut up!" Sooyoung's voice cut through the heated argument before the boss and his member, leaving the two silenced in their positions as they glared harshly at one another. Sooyoung pinched the bridge of her nose before turning to Haseul who could only stare at the commotion in thought before she slowly ascended the steps and got onto Chan's level, the boss almost cowering in fear but the small smile that had graced Haseul's features had offered a slight ease to the man.

"This.. Brother of yours, do you have any idea where he could be right now?"

"Hyunjin!? What—hey! Unnie, help!" Sooyoung rushed to the other side of the entrance to where Heejin had practically held her best friend up on her feet, the men that had surrounded the meeting had pulled out their pistols and had them pointed at the members of the Lee Family. Haseul stood from her spot as Heejin and Sooyoung practically carried Hyunjin back into the Mansion with the Leader motioning for the goons to put their guns down—turning to look back down at the Lee Family with a completely blank expression on her face, asking them to follow her inside and talk to her about it in the lounge.

"Yah! Kim Hyunjin! You're crazy—get a grip!" Heejin's alarmed tone rang through Hyunjin's ears as the two members sat her down in the infirmary, one of the nurses that had been Kahei's pupil quickly excused herself at the sight of the three, knowing well enough that they were all capable of the same practices as she'd learnt from the Fifth girl—but if any of the three would be an exception in the art of medicine, it would be Ha Sooyoung.

"No, no—This isn't normal, Yves-unnie," Sooyoung placed her fingers over the girl's pulse on her throat as her other hand worked on checking her temperature then gently tugging down on the bottom lid of her eye, "Yves-unnie you have to listen to me, something's wrong—" Heejin had placed a bucket right next to Hyunjin just the girl looked just about ready to pass out. Sooyoung then told Heejin to grab the girl some water as she firmly held Hyunjin in place, not wanting to make the girl any dizzier in her already rattled state.

"Hyunjin, you need to breathe."

"I am! But please, call Jinsoul-unnie. Call her right now, this is—they're in danger! Unnie—just listen to me!" Sooyoung's eyes scanned the pleading girl's teary eyes, failing to find a hint of any uncertainty and so once Heejin had returned to the room, Sooyoung quickly instructed the girl to watch over her best friend before leaving the room and taking her phone out to dial Jinsol's number.

"Sol."

"Are you in the school right now?" Jinsol furrowed her brows at the question, pulling her phone away from her ear to stare at the caller ID that had clearly shown the number '9' before she pressed it back against her ear, looking down at the sandwich in hand and then the fast food place that had almost felt as if it was inviting her to buy more. Jinsol couldn't help but shake her head at the thought before sighing to herself, pulling the door open to let herself inside the car and shut the door behind her.

"No? It's my break time."

"Jinsoul—do you even know what the time is!?" the dark haired girl winced at Sooyoung's bitter tone as she started the engine and pairing her phone to the speakers, carelessly tossing it onto the empty passenger seat next to her before leaning back and unwrapping her meal.

"Isn’t it Y/N's third period? She's literally right across the hall from Gowon. She has it covered."

"That was over an hour ago! She's in the middle of fourth period right now!" Jinsol stared down at her meal for a moment before glancing at the clock on the dashboard that clearly said 11:12 instead of what she'd seen as 9:26 a few moments ago. The girl was slightly alarmed for a moment, only to remember that it basically meant you were in the middle of class—surrounded by civilians.

They wouldn’t pick a fight with you there.. Right?

Jinsol quickly wrapped her sandwich before chucking it next to her phone and preparing to exit the driveway when Sooyoung told her that she was also on her way before she dropped the call.

Back in the school, Son Hyejoo was currently thinking about how she completely despised her Math teacher. Not only did the old lady had told her to stand in the back of the class when she asked Yerim if they had the same answers, but she also hated the woman for not letting her slide—not even once—about leaving her book behind when it was time for her class. Hyejoo could only walk down the halls of Blockberry High and make her way over to the lot, in hopes that her book was there—even if she didn't even do the damned assignment—just so she could continue sitting next to Yerim and watch the girl effortlessly solve the given problems, because watching the girl’s eyes light up was more entertaining than standing outside the hall until the class was dismissed.

The book had apparently manage to slide itself under her seat, most likely slipping out of her backpack that had always sat next to Yerim in the backseat—and though Hyejoo wouldn't call herself associated to any religion of some sort, she silently thanked whoever was watching her from up above as she shut the door of her car and started to make her way back to class.

And that's where she heard your voice.

“What do you want!?” you hissed harshly which made Hyejoo quickly duck against one of the cars closest to her, eyes setting on your fuming expression standing by the bench next to the vending machine as a tall figure wearing all black seemed to have took a slight step back, making him release your wrist that he had seemed to be holding as you clutched your arm to your chest, glaring at him. The man tilted his head to himself before looking back at you with an equally confused expression.

“What do.. I want?” he repeated slowly, furrowing his brows to himself as you stood there—not exactly knowing whether you should run or even attempt at a swing at the taller man—but you stood your ground, wanting to make sure he was gone before any of your members had caught up to what was happening and have the man even dare bring harm to any of them.

“I want power, of course. Enough for me and my members—and to command over fifty-thousand people..?”

“You’re stupid if you think killing a boss would mean you get to take over their Family.” you hissed as he looked at you like a kicked puppy, making him glance down—at what seemed to be a ring in his little finger that even Hyejoo can see from her hiding spot—before his expression snapped yet again to glare at you.

“You don’t know that! God, you all sound the same. You, Chan—I was the one that convinced them to let us go independent! Look where we are now!” his aggravated voice boomed through the lot, making you tense on your spot and take a cautious step back. Your eyes scanning the area for your members, finding Jungeun and Hyejoo’s cars that sat parked a few feet ahead of you which brought you an odd sense of comfort.

But it soon dissipated once it dawned into you that the owners were nowhere to be found.

One of them actually were, however.

“Alright then, I’ll take the lead.” your heart dropped the second your eyes followed the man's hand that had pulled a simple black pistol from behind him, his lips downturned as he popped the magazine to check if he had any bullets—giving you enough time to start running for your life—but instead, you stood there glued to your spot as he rolled his shoulders, smiling brightly at you and letting the nozzle rest in the middle of your temple.

“Now, be a good girl and take me to your members—” a blur of dark hair suddenly appeared from behind the unnamed man, the gun that was held against your forehead was quickly released into the air as the towering man flipped in his spot—falling head first onto the concrete behind him and was completely knocked unconscious before the gun slid a few feet away from him, with your eyes moving to settle on a familiar figure in front of you, eyes locked on the unconscious man with her hand gently holding onto your forearm as you stood there in shock.

"Hyejoo..? When did you..?" you barely even locked eyes with the younger girl when she was suddenly tackled onto the ground, the impact staggering you back in the process until you fell on your behind, watching the battle happening in front of you as you sat frozen in your spot. The supposed-to-be unconscious man had seemed to be aiming to grab ahold of Hyejoo by the neck, using his weight to keep the girl on the ground while his hands were being resisted by your member as she writhed under him. Your eyes quickly scanned for anything to help your member with—anything to knock the large figure that could’ve already ended the shorter girl under him if she weren’t trained—but as you did, your eyes kept flitting over to the pistol that had slipped from the man’s hold from earlier, your ears practically blocked out as the only thing you could clearly hear was the thudding of your heart in your chest.

"No! Y/N—look for Gowon-unnie! Gowon!" Hyejoo cried from her spot—as if the older girl was supposed to just appear out of nowhere once she called—when the man's fist had aggressively pulled back to swing itself onto the girl, aiming to hit her on the face but she managed to move her head the second it was supposed to land. His blood trickled down from his knuckles for them to meet Hyejoo’s cheek as she let out a piercing screech before starting to swing right back at him—landing a few solid strikes straight onto his dumbfounded state. You felt your heart falter at the possibility that the impact of his fist could've landed on the younger girl, making something inside of you snap and clambered to grab the pistol from the ground and stagger closer them, your hands shaking as you point pointed the weapon directly at the assailant with both hands supporting the weapon.

"Let go of her, or I swear—I will shoot." he stopped to look up at you from his position, the punches that Hyejoo had seemed to land on his face was evident at his busted brow and bloodied teeth as smiled ridiculously at you. Hyejoo had attempted another swing just as you had distracted him but he caught her fist without even looking down at her, continuing to maintain eye-contact with you in his bloodied state as he slowly started to laugh at the sight of you standing before him—hands shaking as you aimed his own weapon against him.

"You couldn't even move when I pointed a gun at you earlier—and you're telling me you'll shoot me? Go ahead, child, shoot me!” you swallowed thickly, clenching your jaw to will yourself into keeping the gun aimed at him but you couldn’t seem to ignore the sound of Hyejoo’s aggrieved grunts as she tried to get her hands out of his grip and the sight of her continued attempts at wriggling out of his weight.

“Hyejoo, I’ll get you out of there—”

“Shoot me or I swear—she’ll be unrecognizable by the time I’m done!” the last thing that had crossed your mind before you pulled the trigger was the members in your living room, the image of Sooyoung the first time she had told you that you could trust the members with your life—even though you’ve just met them. You could barely even feel the coldness of the weapon in your hands when several flashes of the members’ reassuring smiles directed to your clueless state when a bloodcurdling scream pierced through your senses, your eyes snapping over to the man you had managed to shoot just between his shoulder and his arm who had scrambled off of your member—panic setting in his features as he continuously muttered “no, no—I can’t die like this!” as he pressed a hand in his wound, shaken up by the sight of his own blood pooling across the sidewalk as he slowly seemed to be losing his consciousness in his spot.

"..Hey." your eyes snapped to the sight of a your bloodied member, the young girl eyeing you careful as you felt slight tug on the weapon you seemed to have kept in a tight grip. You let Hyejoo slip the weapon off your hands before watching the girl walk over to the frightened man—who raised a hand to beg for mercy—when the younger girl held the gun by the barrel to deliver a final blow through his insensible state, supposedly leaving him unconscious but it didn’t seem to be enough as he caught himself before he could fall on his front. Hyejoo then delivered a swift kick to his head that was surely enough knock him out for good just as a familiar blue car had just pulled over by the entrance of the school, the familiar figure of another one of your dark haired members quickly rushing over to the both of you with wide eyes as the pool of blood slowly spreading across the pavement.

"You're both.. Okay." Jinsol breathed in relief, a concerned expression on her face as Hyejoo wiped the drying blood stains on her cheek before turning to you and placing a hand on your forearm—cutting you out of your dazed state to look back at Jinsol’s uneasy gaze. You barely could move your head to nod in response but it seemed that the older girl got the idea, to which she just turned to face the unconscious man and reached over to grab his bloodstained hand— staring down at the ring in his finger with a indecipherable expression on her features before to whispering something under her breath just as several rushed footsteps made their way towards your group. You felt a hand pull you back and a figure quickly blocked you from the body in front of you, the blonde hair was enough for you to recognize that it was Jungeun as Jiwoo had seemed to have followed closely behind, turning to look at Hyejoo who wasn’t even looking at the the members—eyes directly trained on your still figure.

"Who did this!? Was it him!? Give me the gun Son Hyejoo!"

"No, Unnie—we're fine." the older girl moved to reach for Hyejoo’s face before deciding against it and pulling you in a tight embrace instead, the older girl cradling you at your motionless state. Chaewon, Yerim, and Yeojin had soon followed behind—the eldest of the three quickly grabbing ahold of Hyejoo by the shoulders to scan her for any injuries as the younger girl stood there with a pensive look on her face as she continued to stare at you.

"I don't understand—Hyejoo wasn't supposed to be here, if Hyejoo wasn't here.." Chaewon started, a gentle hand remained on Hyejoo's forearm before she turned to look at you with panic slowly settling in her features when Yerim gasped at the image that was set in front of you, her eyes moving to the gun that Hyejoo continued to hold by the barrel and piecing it together. She felt a slight tug on her shirt before turning to a guilt-ridden expression that had been on the youngest member’s state as she looked over to the vacant look that had set on your face as Jiwoo continued to hold you in her arms and tell you that you were alright.

"All of you, get yourselves back in Eden. Yves and I will get him medical attention when she gets here." Jinsol ordered from her spot, eyes moving to scan you and your members just as a familiar burgundy red sports car parked right next to Jinsol's at the front of the building. Sooyoung didn’t even shut her door before she had rushed over to where you stood in Jiwoo’s arms, the red-haired girl quickly taking you into her own as Jiwoo spotted her figure nearing the two of you. The older girl didn’t hesitate in reaching over and pulling Hyejoo in her other arm as well, just when her eyes started to tear up to which the younger girl couldn't help but groan at—slipping out of the older girl’s hold as you continued to be locked in Sooyoung's grip just as she had started to bawl her eyes out.

"Yves, he's bleeding out—we need to go."

"We'll be at Eden, Unnie. We'll be safe there! Please stop crying.." Jiwoo said from behind you, trying to console the older girl as she continued to stain your shoulder with her tears. Your arms gently reached over to pat the girl's back, your eyes finally willing themselves to take in your surroundings again as you watched Hyejoo and Chaewon walk over to Jinsol briefly—speaking to the woman whom had now held a hand against her forehead—before they nodding and making their way over to Hyejoo's car with Yerim and Yeojin. The two who you had just realized had been there the entire time held a disturbed expression in both of their faces, Yeojin looked just about as ready to leave with Hyejoo and the others.

They've most likely never experienced combat in a real setting before, just like you.

"Yeah, yeah—just give me a second," Sooyoung breathed deeply before pulling herself together, sniffling as her hands rested firmly on your shoulders—with you eyeing the distraught girl that looked as if she was going through an inner turmoil about the situation—making you reach over to fix her hair and give her what you could have only hoped was a small smile through your emotionless state, with a reassuring hand placed on her arm in front of you, "we'll settle this, so don't worry about it. Alright, Y/N?" you nodded in reply, not finding it in you to speak at all.

Sooyoung pulled away from you to face Jinsol, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand and wiping the tears in attempt to stop the continuous flow down her cheeks, completely turned away from you just as you felt a hand interlace with you—finding the usual bright smile wiped clean from Jiwoo's face, only to be replaced with a careful look as if sensing your delicate state. Your two older members lead you to Jungeun's car, with Jiwoo slipping herself with you in the backseat to just take you in her arms as Jungeun pulled out of the lot—with your eyes stuck on the image of Sooyoung and Jinsol quickly lifting the man by his arms to bring him to Jinsol's car just before they disappeared from your view.

You could barely feel a thing since the man had caught you by surprise, the image of his menacing smile stuck on a loop in your head as he pressed the nozzle against your forehead—the sound of the air being knocked out of Hyejoo's lungs when he tackled her down, the shot ringing through the lot just before Hyejoo pulled the gun away from you. Something has shifted just from the bloodied encounter, something you had somehow knew that you were going to stumble upon since you’ve joined the group—but you didn’t expect it to be so soon, for the situation to put you in such a spot that you could barely process fast enough what was happening in front of you. You didn’t know what came onto you, what made you even dare point a gun at a man just when he threatened a person you barely even knew.

But you’ve seen it, the way the members would lay their own lives in your stead—even Hyejoo whom you’ve never really exchanged a word with—something inside of you just clicked, a subconscious promise to offer your own life in also protecting theirs just as they would do to you.

For now, you’re free to feel the heavy burden of your shattered morals.

For now, you’re allowed to grieve the loss of justified actions and put the safety of your members above all else.

For now, you mourn the death of Ha Y/N and fully embrace who you truly were.

Y/N Y/L/N, The Heiress.

Hi,

Any Carats following along with this series? I was a Carat way back in 2018 and I was juggling between Seventeen and Blackpink at the time. Actually searching up the members’ names was trippy because it’s just something you’d think that would stick with you for years. I think I liked them just when Oh My just came out—I’m sure that they’re my first big member group.

Wonwoo was my bias but before I left my boy-group agenda, I’ve been into DK. I’m proud of where they are now, and I’m honestly contemplating going back but I’m just so into LOONA that I don’t know how I’ll cope if I even miss a single release from them—even news from some TV program Chuu gets invited to lmao (we love a booked and busy queen though).

Anyways, where are the other members of the Lee Family? And how exactly will this play out with this crazed lunatic that tackled Hyejoo once he gets sent back to the Mansion? I have a few ideas already in mind~ And if I finish Act I before this month finishes.. Then what?

It’s getting crazier and crazier~

Oh, and Hyunhye FOTM today—I was writing this so I completely missed it but I read from orrery-nim for translations anyways, but I feel more pumped to write after that, oh boy..

This update was meant for tomorrow, but since Hyunjin breathed today I'll keep writing lmao the grip~

Laters,

JJ.

>ovc: V COOKIE (200213)

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Title: Covet Word Count: 3.1k+ Rating: NSFW Genre: Smut or PWP, Drama Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Cream Pie, Implied Come Eating, Praise Kink, Mild Dirty Talk, Slight Manipulative Behavior, Non-Linear Narrative Pairings: Jimin x Reader x Taehyung Summary: Agreeing to meet Lee Ji-Hye’s boyfriend Park Jimin was your first mistake Written by: Admin B

“You’re doing so good baby. Do you think you can take another? I gotta stretch open this beautiful ass of yours.”

You shift back against Taehyung’s chest, his words warming your already flushed skin. You nod your head and whimper slightly at the feeling of a third finger slipping through the tight ring of muscle.

“Look at our good girl, Jiminie. Isn’t she gorgeous?” Taehyung’s voice is a pleasant murmur as his other hand tweaks your nipple.

You glance down towards Jimin, who is kneeling between your legs, leaving hot opened mouth kisses on your inner thighs. His dark, dark eyes burn into yours as he answers, “Fucking perfect.”

You can’t stop your gasp when he spreads your legs wider and buries his face in your soaking wet cunt.

-0-0-0-

You loved Lee Ji-Hye like a sister.

You met at Seoul National University. You, a young, foreign exchange student struggling with being in a foreign land, and her, the older, beautiful student that took you under her wing. She was hired straight out of college at YG Entertainment and she made sure that once you graduated, you received an offer of employment there as well. You were hired as an International Media Relations Specialist and while you had no contact with idols, unlike Ji-Hye, you still worked closely with her and became close friends. Best friends.

When YG Entertainment fell into scandal, you followed her to BigHit Entertainment. She was your confidant in everything and you trusted her with your life.

Agreeing to meet her boyfriend Park Jimin was your first mistake.

You kept refusing at first. You honestly had no idea why Ji-Hye wanted you to meet the Park Jimin. You knew the facts. He is a member of one of the world's biggest Kpop boybands, he can dance, he can sing, and he was absolutely gorgeous. You had no reason to ever cross paths with him. While you did work for BigHit Entertainment, your job was dealing with the media and foreign press. You had absolutely zero contact with any of the idols and you were actually thankful for that. When Ji-Hye started dating Park Jimin, you never dreamed you would actually meet him.

Ji-Hye had to practically beg for weeks before you finally relented. You told her repeatedly that Park Jimin wouldn’t be interested in meeting a little nobody like you, but she begged to differ. She told you how she had been talking his ear off about you since they met and it was actually Jimin who asked to meet you first. Although you were skeptical, you agreed once she promised it would only be one time and she would never ask you again.

She lied.

-0-0-0-

“Oh Jagi, you’re so wet.” Jimin’s voice is a reverent groan between licks of your pussy, “You’ve needed us, haven’t you? It’s okay baby, we’ll give you everything you need. We’ll take care of you.”

You can barely breathe out a “please” before Jimin latches onto your clit and sucks. Your body spasms as it’s thrown into an unexpected orgasm and Taehyung has to hold you down against him as he continuously fucks your ass with his fingers.

“I need you both inside me.”

Both of your boys still at your words, and you can tell they are having some sort of private conversation with their eyes. You watch as Jimin shifts up onto his knees and rubs his thumb along your pussy lips before dipping it inside of you.

“Are you sure, pretty baby?” Taehyung’s voice is a warm rumble in your ear as he slips his fingers out of you, “Are you sure you’re ready for both of us?”

You lick your lips and make eye contact with Jimin.

“Yes.”

-0-0-0-

The first time you met him was a pleasant surprise. You weren’t really sure what you were expecting, but Park Jimin was as nice as he was gorgeous. As the three of you sat in a small circle booth in the back of a smoke filled bar, his attention seemed to be focused entirely on you. He seemed utterly fascinated with everything you had to say and was constantly redirecting the conversation back to you. If it was anyone other than Park Jimin doing this when his girlfriend was sitting right next to him, you would have considered it rude and think he was blatantly hitting on you in front of his girl. But when you glanced at Ji-Hye, she was staring at him with a look of complete adoration on her face and you realized he was just making an effort to know his girl’s best friend.

By the end of the night you completely understood why Ji-Hye was so wrapped up in Park Jimin and you were happy for her. Jimin truly was the perfect guy. It was only a week later when you found yourself in the same tiny booth in the same smoke filled bar surrounded by the same people and one addition - Kim Taehyung.

You had learned all about Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung through your time living in South Korea. BTS were superstars and it was hard to be anywhere in South Korea without hearing about them.

Taehyung was equally, if not more so, charming than Jimin. Between the two of them, your glass was never empty and anything you wanted or needed they didn’t hesitate to get for you, no questions asked. Again, the conversation seemed to revolve entirely around you. Jimin and Taehyung seemed to have an abundance of questions to ask and never seemed to grow tired of listening to your answers. At first, you were suspicious that this was some kind of double date set up, but besides the pointed looks Jimin and Taehyung would exchange when they thought you weren’t looking, Taehyung never made a move on you.

You were equally relieved and disappointed.

-0-0-0-

“You gotta relax baby.” Jimin’s voice is soothing as he helps spread you open for Taehyung to slide inside your ass.

You try not to tense, but it burns as Taehyung slips the head of his cock inside you and buries his face in your neck. You close your eyes and grasp at Taehyung’s forearms as you feel your body stretch to accommodate his thick length.

You pant and clench when Taehyung bottoms out at the same time Jimin’s warm, wet mouth latches onto your nipple. His tongue laves over it before suckling softly.

“You need to hurry up Jiminie,” Taehyung’s voice is a strained groan as he tries not to thrust, “I’m gonna end up blowing my load before you even get inside of her. Our girl feels like heaven. I swear she was made for us.”

-0-0-0-

Before long, the four of you were constant companions and you found yourself squeezed between the two kpop idols more often than not. You didn’t find it odd when Jimin and Taehyung would bring you coffee to your office or leave you random gifts they brought back from trips to foreign countries. You assumed they did the same for Ji-Hye.

Then one day, Ji-Hye was visiting your office and was fiddling with a beautiful golden paperweight on your desk. When you casually mentioned that the boys had brought it back from their most recent visit to America, she had gotten the strangest look on her face. She left shortly after that and you shrugged off the look. Ji-Hye was always pretty straight forward with you, so you figured the look probably had something to do with a scheduling conflict she had coming up, but you couldn’t let go of the feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

Later that week you were finally able to pry out of her that the boys, that Jimin, never brought her gifts or coffee or anything. That things seem to be cooling off between them and she didn’t know what to do. That Jimin hadn’t had sex with her since the night he met you. While her tone wasn’t in any way accusatory, you still felt like she blamed you. You decided the only way to fix this was to stop accepting their gifts and to distance yourself from them.

Your decision to avoid them was your second mistake.

-0-0-0-

Taehyung nuzzles your neck as his hands grip your thighs to spread you wider for Jimin. You glide your fingers through Jimin’s hair before his mouth unlatches from your nipple with a wet pop. He sits back on his knees and strokes himself slowly.

“Look at you Jagi. Spread open and so slick and swollen. You’re dripping for us. Such a pretty picture.”

You can feel your breath catch when he lines himself up, running his length slowly along your slit. He presses a hand against your abdomen to hold you still as he slowly feeds his cock into you. His eyes are locked onto the place where you are joined.

“That’s it baby. I know it’s a tight fit, but you can do it. Take it all.”

-0-0-0-

You could freely admit that it wasn’t easy avoiding them and your heart clenched painfully every time you returned a gift they left. You questioned whether you were making the right choice because even though you were doing this for Ji-Hye, your friendship was still strained. You hoped that she would see the lengths you were willing to go for her. You hoped that this would fix her relationship with Jimin, but you had the feeling that your friendship would never be the same.

After almost two months of having successfully avoided the boys, you were caught off guard to receive a phone call from Ji-Hye begging you to come out with them to an art exhibit. You declined at first, but after hearing the desperation in her voice you reluctantly agreed.

Walking up to the gallery, you could see them standing outside waiting for you. Ji-Hye looked visibly upset while Jimin and Taehyung looked tense. Taehyung’s expression was stony indifference and Jimin seemed agitated. When they finally noticed you, all their expressions changed. Jimin and Taehyung immediately straightened up and large, happy grins spread across their faces. They both reached for you at the same time and you ended up pressed between them in a warm hug. When you glanced at Ji-Hye, she gave you a forced smile. The evening was spent with you wrapped up between the boys as they showed you the art pieces they loved and while you tried to include Ji-Hye, she was quiet and seemed distracted.

This started a pattern where Ji-Hye would continually invite you out places and make you feel guilty if you refused. You would finally agree and before the trio noticed you arrived, the boys would look angry and Ji-Hye would look upset. Once you alerted them to your presence, Taehyung and Jimin would positively beam and shower you with attention, while Ji-Hye would watch you three with an odd look on her face, almost as if she was trying to solve a puzzle.

Letting Ji-Hye guilt you into these outings was your third mistake.

-0-0-0-

“So good baby, So tight.”

You didn’t have words to describe how full you felt. Pressed between the two idols, one sliding out as the other pushed in. Jimin licked inside your mouth before kissing you deeply, one hand holding your hip while the other held the back of your head.

Taehyung was leaving wet, sloppy kisses on your neck between whispers of affection and hard thrusts of his hips. You let Jimin dominate your mouth, his tongue swallowing your gasps and moans.

You could feel your orgasm building inside of you. It was coming on fast and you felt yourself press closer to Jimin, trying to rub your clit against him.

“You gonna come pretty baby? You gonna come all over us?” You felt the warm fingers of Taehyung’s hand snake down your body before circling your clit.

The feel of Taehyung’s warm fingers touching your hot, slippery clit sent you into an immediate, explosive orgasm. Jimin pulled away from your mouth and let out a guttural “Fuck!” at the feeling of you clenching and shivering around him.

-0-0-0-

This happened several times before something in Ji-Hye’s countenance changed. She seemed happy when you showed up and would immediately monopolize your time together. You almost felt bad for ignoring the kpop superstars, but you were excited to have your friend back. It was almost like before, except for the smug smiles she would give the boys that she thought you didn’t notice.

Things continued this way for awhile before everything came to a head at one of Bighit Entertainment's exclusive idol parties. You had never been to one, but Ji-Hye was invited and asked you to be her plus one. You readily agreed, equal parts excited to attend an idol party and see the guys in tuxedos. Once at the party, you went to the bar while Ji-Hye went looking for Jimin.

That was where you met Jung Hoseok.

He sidled up next to you and introduced himself before commenting on how clever Ji-Hye was. Hoseok remarked that while he didn’t agree with Ji-Hye’s tactics, he could appreciate such an underhanded move. It was practically criminal. When you voiced your confusion to what Hoseok was referring to, he smiled genuinely at your naivety before explaining everything.

Jimin and Taehyung were clearly in love with you. Jimin hadn’t broken up with Ji-Hye because she was your best friend and he knew that you wouldn’t choose him over your friendship. But Jimin was selfish and still wanted to be around you. Ji-Hye realized this and used it to her advantage. She loved Jimin and wanted to keep him. When he started distancing himself from her, she would entice him out places with the promise of you being there. Taehyung would come too because he was equally, if not more, in love with you than Jimin. Ji-Hye would flaunt you in front of them knowing that you were what they desperately wanted, but couldn’t have.

It was cruel and it was vicious.

-0-0-0-

You could feel yourself gush around your boys, their grips tightening on you as they thrust. The wet sounds your body was making urging them on.

“Fuck jagi, is this all for us?” Jimin’s words were breathless as he slowed his pace, leaning back to watch his cock slide in and out of your dripping cunt.

“I told you Jiminie,” Taehyung’s voice was husky and deep, “She’s the one. Our girl was made for us. Weren’t you baby?”

You can do little more than nod and turn your head against Taehyung’s shoulder, peppering kisses on his neck. You feel him groan against you and pick up the pace, sliding into you harder.

“Oh baby, I’m gonna come soon. You gonna let me fill this pretty pussy up?”

Jimin’s words cause you to clench and tighten, both men gasping at the sensation.

“You like that jagi? You like hearing how Jiminie is gonna fill up that perfect little cunt of yours? How the thought of you dripping with our come has me ready to flood this tight, beautiful ass?”

You can’t stop your orgasm at Taehyung’s words. Your body trembles and squeezes both boys inside you, triggering their own ends. Jimin presses against you, his mouth open in a quiet groan as his thrusts turn sloppy and uncoordinated. Taehyung is completely still, his breathing harsh as he pulses inside you, both men filling you up.

“That’s it pretty baby, let us give you everything.”

-0-0-0-

And in the end, it was all true.

The confrontation between yourself, Ji-Hye, Jimin, and Taehyung was brief and anti-climactic and could hardly be called a confrontation at all.

Ji-Hye admitted to everything. Disregarding your years of friendship in pursuit of trying to keep her dying relationship intact. Jimin and Taehyung both confessed to being in love with you and while they did not go about handling it in the right way, they did not regret a thing.

You were saddened to know that you lost your best friend, even though you could admit, if only to yourself, that you hadn’t felt like best friends in a long time. And while you did care a great deal for the kpop superstars, you weren’t sure if it was love.

But you were willing to find out.

-0-0-0-

Jimin continues to press soft kisses against your forehead before pulling out, watching his come leak out of you.

“Oh baby, that’s a beautiful sight.” You smile bashfully at his words and feel Taehyung shift behind you before slipping out completely.

“You’re perfect baby. Jimin knew the moment he saw your picture that you were the one for us.” Taehyung presses a soft kiss to your shoulder as he maneuvers your body against the soft pillows on the large bed.

“My picture?” You ask, as you sink further into the pillows and blankets, feeling boneless and completely satisfied.

Jimin and Taehyung share a significant look that causes you to tense in alarm. “What about my picture? What aren’t you telling me?”

Taehyung quickly disappears into the adjoining bathroom, while Jimin slides up the bed to lay next to you, softly running his fingers through your hair.

“Don’t get upset jagi. Please don’t get upset. It’s just that when Ji-Hye and I started seeing each other, she talked about you a lot. It's hard to trust people in this industry. I had to make sure you were legit.”

You nod in understanding to Jimin’s words when Taehyung returns with a warm wash cloth and proceeds to clean you gently between your legs.

“Hoseok-hyung was able to get your personal files easily enough and once I saw your pretty face, I was hooked. I had to learn everything I possibly could, but I wanted more. I wanted to meet you. I was able to talk Ji-Hye into introducing us, and that first night was incredible. You are incredible baby. I had to tell Taehyung.”

You glance at Taehyung, who had discarded the used wash cloth and was slowly running his fingertips along your side. “It’s true. You were all he could talk about. He told me that you were our girl, that you were meant for us. I wanted to meet you, so he had Ji-Hye set it up. Jimin was right, the moment I saw you… I knew you were the one.”

You try to sit up, glaring at Jimin, “You used Ji-Hye! That’s not right. She didn’t deserve that.”

“Yes, I used Ji-Hye, but Ji-Hye used you too. Who cares. The fact is that we don’t love Ji-Hye. We love you. You’re our girl.” Jimin’s words were soft, but firm. He pressed a kiss to your temple before showering your face in softer, sweeter kisses as he presses you back against the bed.

“And we’re your boys.” Taehyung’s words came out muffled from the press of his lips on your stomach.

When Taehyung's kisses shift lower and he slides your legs over his shoulders, you close your eyes and accept the truth… they are your boys.

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Hi! Can I request Hoseok from BTS with a pain kink? 😏

Hobi is my Bias Wrecker, I felt like I was betraying Jimin the entire time I was writing this... but I do love myself some sub!Hobi! 🥵🥵 Sorry for the long wait, I started writing this a while ago but got writers block about half way through.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!Hobi, fem!dom!reader, pegging, degradation, spanking, pain kink.

Mistress's Little Painslut

Hobi was sure you were just torturing him by now. He has had a crush on you since you both turned 17. You had originally been one of his sister's friends, but when you two met, no one could deny the immediate connection. You were there to cheer him on when he started dancing. You were the one to convince him that he should try out and become a trainee at BigHit. When he felt like quitting, you were always there to cheer him up, telling him all of his hard work would pay off. A few months later it did- he joined a boy group called BTS and became a worldwide phenomenon. You were there with him for everything. It wasn't a surprise he introduced you to the rest of his members as soon as he possibly could.

Since you two have known each other since third grade, you are very comfortable around each other. You would sleep over at the dorms a lot- ARMY knew who you were a few months after BTS's debut and shipped you and Hobi hardcore so you didn't need to worry about scandals-, you would give each other 'friendly' kisses on the cheek, and were almost always seen out together.

Just like Hoseok, you were a dancer, and enjoyed learning all the BTS choreography by heart. You have been going to college for dancing for quite a few years now. It is common knowledge that dancers have amazing thighs, look at almost any Kpop dancer and you will see they have thighs of a greek god. So it was a given you loved looking at your best friend's thighs and ass- you had told him once if there's a nice ass you have to appreciate it. What was torturing him, however, was the fact that you liked to grab it.

If you were just standing next to him, your hand was in his back pocket. After dancing with him, you would walk over and slap or squeeze his ass before you left. You had started doing it absentmindedly at this point. You would be looking down at your phone, not realizing he was right next to you, and you would just reach down and squeeze his ass. He liked when you did it absentmindedly though. When you just did it normally, you made sure not to hit too hard, just light enough for it to be friendly. But when you weren't thinking about it, you would grab him hard and, god, did he love it. He would have to bite his lip to make sure he wouldn't let out an embarrassingly loud sound and weird you out. He would always blush and tell you to stop with a chuckle, but he was sure if you did actually stopped, he would be on his knees begging you to do it again.

The boys were throwing a party to celebrate them performing at the Grammys, though you were slightly pissed off that they weren't nominated for anything, but they decided to invite you anyway. It was just you, the boys, and a lot of alcohol. Luckily, you had a high alcohol tolerance, but Hobi didn't, so you made sure to check on him to make sure he wasn't completely wasted by the end of the night. You were all sitting in the living room, laughing at some dumb joke Jin had told (Yoongi was drunk enough to lay back and actually laugh at his horrible dad jokes). You looked down at your glass and saw it was almost empty.

"I'm gonna go get another drink, anyone coming with?" You asked as you stood up from your spot on the couch between Hobi and Jimin, having to pry Jimin's arms off you in order to stand up. Hobi looked at his empty glass, decided he wasn't drunk enough yet and stood up to follow you.

"I'll get something too." You both walked to the kitchen after seeing no one else was getting up. You reached into the fridge and got a coke and some whipped cream flavored vodka as your best friend just got a beer. You were pouring your drink next to Hobi, who was facing the counter and opening his beer with the bottle opener before pouring it in a glass. You absentmindedly reached down and gave his ass a harsh squeeze after you finished your drink. He was already tipsy, so he couldn't hold back the little whimper that left his lips. He was hoping it was quiet enough so you couldn't hear it, but when you froze in front of the fridge after putting away the bottle of vodka, he knew that wasn't the case. You slowly turned around and faced him with wide eyes, watching as his face suddenly lit up a fiery red.

"D-did you just-"

"No!" He immediately cut you off before running back to the living room. He was always a horrible liar and you both knew it. A smirk fell on your face as you started thinking of a plan. You entered the living room with a neutral look on your face.

"What took you so long, did you get lost in there or something?" Yoongi joked as he looked up at you. You chuckled and sat back on the couch.

"No, I accidentally spilled a coke so I cleaned it up and got another one." He nodded, believing the flimsy excuse you gave him. No one thought anything of it when you leaned over and cuddled up to Hobi, since it was something you two always did. He tensed up beside you but relaxed after you did nothing but lay on him for a few minutes. After a few more games, jokes, and about halfway through a movie you had looked at the time. Time to put your plan in action.

"Well, this was fun but I really need to get going." You said as you stood up from the couch, having to pry Jimin off you yet again- you forgot how clingy he was when he was drunk. The boys all pouted, saying you could just stay the night.

"No no no, I would love to but I have an interview in the morning for a new job."

"Another one? Don't you already have two part time jobs?" Jungkook asked as he looked up at you. You shrugged.

"College is expensive."

"I'm so glad I'm never going to college." You laughed and patted his shoulder before heading to the door.

"Aren't you drunk? You can't drive home. Let one of us drive you." Namjoon said before you opened the door. You laughed and shook your head.

"The only one that isn't drunk is Taehyung, and he's sleeping so I don't want to wake him. It's a short walk to my place from here, I'll be fine." Jin looked at the clock.

"It's 10 o'clock at night, it's dangerous for you to be walking alone out there. Let one of us at least walk with you." You smirked before turning towards the boys.

"Alright. Hobi, are you alright with walking me home?" His eyes widened as he quickly saw what you were doing. It would look way too suspicious if he turned down your offer, and all the boys would bombard him with questions as soon as you left. He slowly nodded his head and walked towards you. You smiled sweetly up at him. "Ok, goodnight you guys."

A chorus of 'goodbye's is all you heard before you closed the door and started your journey home. Hobi looked at the ground for most of the walk staying silent. You giggled as you looked over at him.

"What? Are you scared of me now?" He looked up at you for a second before looking quickly back down with a short chuckle. "Is this because of what happened in the kitchen?" You saw his ears burn red before slowly nodding. You chuckled. "Hobi, it's not that big of a deal. We've been best friends for, like, 20 years. I don't want this to make you awkward around me." He let out a sigh and looked up at you with a slight smile. "Now, if I may ask, what exactly happened in the kitchen?" He gulped and looked away from you.

"W-well, you usually grab my ass a lot harder when you aren't r-really thinking about it, s-so it kind of hurt." He managed to stutter out. Your eyes widened in realization.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize… but i don't think you're telling me the whole truth." He gulped and snapped his head over to you as you both stopped in your tracks at your front door.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Well…" you started as you slowly walked toward Hobi, making him back up with every step you took forward, "The sound you let out didn't really sound like you were in pain. In fact..." Hobi gulped as you pressed him against your door with a wicked smirk, "...it sounded like you enjoyed it." His breathing had doubled its pace as his eyes looked at everything but you. You grabbed his chin and made him face you, as your other hand reached down and harshly grabbed a handful of his ass. He whimpered again, almost loud enough to be a moan this time. You smirked wider and leaned in to press a few kisses to the side of his throat as you lifted your knee to press against his growing erection. He whined and held onto your shoulders as you pushed your knee harder against him. You bit down on a spot on his neck, close to his collar bones.

"H-harder." He barely mumbled. You stopped what you were doing and looked up at him.

"What?" He gulped and locked eyes with you as a pretty pink color stained his face.

"H-harder. Please- b-bite me harder." You smirk at his answer and leaned back into his neck, biting him hard enough to almost draw blood. He moaned louder, throwing his head back against the wooden door as his hands tangled themselves in your hair.

"Oh, so my little baby's a painslut, huh?" You teased as you grabbed his ass again. He whimpered loudly and grinded his hard-on against your knee at a faster pace. "Fuck, you just keep getting hotter." You growled against him before quickly opening the door, almost making him fall before you grabbed his hips and pulled him up. You shoved him into the house, slamming and locking the door behind you before you grabbed his wrist with a bruising force, dragging him to the bedroom. He almost fell on the floor as you threw him in your room, closing the door behind you. When he saw the look of hunger in your eyes as you turned around, he bit his lip and shivered. You quickly made your way across the room and pulled him in for a kiss, harshly pinning him down on your bed. He whimpered beneath you when you pulled away, biting so hard on his lip you drew blood. He reached his hands up to remove your shirt, making you grab his hand and pin them above his head.

"No touching or moving until I tell you to." You told him, making him whine in protest. You immediately ripped his clothes off before leaning down and sucking marks on his neck and chest, making sure that by the end of the night everyone would know who he belonged to. He was whimpering pitifully beneath you and squirming in your grip. You started grinding your hips into his as you pulled away from his neck, looking down at his flushed face.

"How long have you been thinking about this? Me pinning you down and making you mine as you whimper like a dumb pup beneath me. How long?" He let out a shaky moan as you grinded your hips into his harder.

"G-God, ages! Always wanted mistress to pin me down and mark me, h-hurt me, dominate me, do w-whatever she wants with me, because I'm just her dumb little painslut." He whined as he threw his head back. Your pupils dilated when you heard him call you mistress and you smirked down at him. You tutted at him, shaking your head.

"I don't think you're supposed to think about your best friend like that, baby. What a naughty boy." You whispered lowly into his ear. He started breathing heavily as he grinded his hips up to meet yours with shallow whimpers. You thought for a second before smirking and pinning his hips to the bed. You chuckled darkly in his ear, making a shiver shoot up his spine.

"What did I say about moving, baby?" His eyes widened as he immediately started trying to stutter out an explanation.

"I-I'm sorry! You just felt so g-good mistress, I-I couldn't help myself! I-" you landed a harsh slap on his thigh which made him whine.

"I didn't ask for your pathetic excuses." Your eyes lit up as you thought of something. You moved to sit up but paused and looked down at him, your eyes softening. "Safe word?" He blinked and looked up at you in confusion from your sudden change in tone. You reached one of your hands up and moved a few strands of hair from his face. "I know this probably ruins the mood, but you're still my best friend and I want to make sure I don't make you uncomfortable." He cringed beneath you as you called him your best friend, sadness showing in his eyes. "What's wrong baby?" He looked away from you, a gloss over his eyes told you he might start crying soon.

"You… you called me your best friend so I just-" the sniffle he let out cut him off as the tears slowly started falling down his face before he turned to lock eyes with you, the sadness in them breaking your heart, "-I just thought that you saw t-this as a one night s-stand and we wouldn't talk about it again, which sucks b-because I've had this huge c-crush on you since we were s-seventeen." You pulled him to sit up and pressed kisses all over his face while wiping the tears away.

"Oh, baby, no! I just wasn't sure what you would want me to call you! I mean, we aren't officially dating yet, are we?" He looked up at you as you held his face softly in your hands.

"I-I guess not…"

"Well, now we are. You are now officially my boyfriend." You told him in a playful tone as you gave him a light peck on the nose, making him giggle. He took a deep breath in and let it out before looking at you again.

"Red." You tilted your head in confusion. "My safe word, it's red."

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"

"What were you gonna do?"

"Well, I was going to spank you but if you're still too sensitive-" before you could finish your sentence he moved your legs so you were sitting on the edge of the bed and draped himself over them with his ass in the air, looking up at you expectantly. You laughed before lightly kneading the skin of his ass.

"You're sure?" He nodded enthusiastically and pushed his ass back into your hand more. You let out a breath before looking back down at him with a dark look in your eyes. "I think fifteen sounds good, don't you baby?" He shivered and nodded eagerly with a whimper. You smirked and brought your hand up before smacking his ass with a harsh slap that echoed around the room, followed up a loud whimper from Hobi. "I want you to count out loud for me."

"Yes mistress!" He exclaimed as he pushed his ass back into your hand as it kneaded the slowly reddening skin. You slapped the area between his thigh and ass, hitting harder than you did before. "F-fuck, two!" You did this for a few more minutes. By the time you reached ten, you could feel how hard he was against you as his precum soaked through your jeans.

"Thirt-teen! F-f- fuck- fourteen!" You smirked down at him as you felt him grinding his hard-on against the rough fabric of your jeans. You waited a minute before rearing your hand back and slapping him as hard as you could.

"FIFTEEN!!" He called out as his body jerked forward. He slowly fell limp against your legs, not having the strength to hold himself up as you kneaded his ass, which now had a red handprint on it. He whimpered and started pushing his hard cock against your jean clad thigh. He let out a loud yelp when you slapped his ass again.

"Did I say you could move, slut?" He bit his lip with a whine as you pulled him up by his hair and pushed him back against the mattress.

"N-no, mistress, 'm sorry." He whimpered as he looked up at you. You smirked down at him before reaching into your bedside drawer and pulled out two black ribbons, using one to tie him to the headboard and the other to blindfold him.You heard his breath hitch as you restricted his vision, making him 3x more sensitive. He turned his head as he heard you open your bedside drawer and pull something out, shortly after hearing the sound of your pants hitting the floor. He shook with a loud gasp as he felt the tip of a strap-on he had remembered seeing in your drawer but had never mentioned to you. You let out a dark chuckle and leaned down so you were blowing hot breath on his ear.

"I don't think bad boys deserve to be stretched out, do they baby?" He let out a moan as you bit down harshly on his earlobe.

"I-" he was cut off by another whimper as you slapped one of the many red marks you had left on his ass.

"I didn't ask for your opinion." You growled before slamming your hips into his, not giving him time to adjust before pounding ruthlessly into him. He let out loud cries of pleasure as his back lifted off the bed, his head thrown back in pleasure.

"O-oh my god!!" He whimpered out in a high-pitched tone when he felt your hand creep up his chest before settling around his throat. You smirked and squeezed, making him gasp and squirm more beneath you. You continued to pound into him, leaning down to press kisses over the bruises you had left on his neck at the beginning of your session. After a few minutes, he came hard after you had given him permission to do so. He expected you to stop or slow down, but he let out a pathetic moan as you sped up the pace of your hips.

"W-wait, mistress!! Fuck- I-It hurts." He felt you devilishly smirk against his neck.

"You said you've had a crush on me since we were 17, right?" You asked him as you slightly slowed down the movement of your hips and lightened your grip on his throat. He slowly nodded in confusion. At his answer you sped up the pace of your hips again, moving the hand that was wrapped around his throat to pinch and tease his nipples. "Then you're going to cum for each year you kept this secret from your mistress." He moaned louder as he came again, coating his stomach with his seed as you continued to pound into him, lightly scratching over the red marks on his ass. Tears started streaming down his flushed face as Hobi realized he was in for a long night.

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