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luvt0kki · 5 months

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𝟎𝟎𝟐 | 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭

The distance and the time between us

It’ll never change my mind, cause’

Baby, I would die for you

🎧 : Die For You - The Weekend

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pairings : ot8 x reader ( mingi x reader )

wc: 6.1k ( sorry for any errors ;-; )

cw: mature, minors do not interact, nsfw, mentions of assassination, hinted violence, slow burn, polyamory, smut , dom!Mingi for this chapter, choking kink, reader is bratty here, seggs, oral, eavesdropping, Mingi’s nickname for reader is baby, masturbation, hinted threesome, we feel bad for Wooyoung, filming/recording kink, some possessiveness on Mingi’s end, voyeurism. SPECIAL APPEARANCE OF SOMEONE IN THE END 👀

REMINDER : my works do not represent the irl members in any way, this is purely a work of FICTION.

a/n: I’m so amazed at how well received the first chapter was and it really gave me the motivation to write the second one. I hope you guys like this one, it’s been awhile since I wrote some smut it’s like I’m losing my skill of seggsual euphemisms. ALSO ONE OF MY FAVOURITE WRITERS HERE IS READING MY FIC?! like omg no way 😭 hope you guys like this one . ( Feel to scream/fangirl in my askbox, I love those kind of interactions. I NEED TO KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS TOO) 💕

The Destiny was a spaceship Hongjoong procured with frightening ease from the Military Space Base he was stationed in long ago.

That was the sugarcoated way of saying he stole it.

If he hadn’t turned his back on the corrupt Military base, this fighter military starship turned into one of the most renowned ships and weaponized fortress, wouldn’t have become your shared space with your home, your home being the boys.

“I’ve kept your room clean,” Seonghwa stood next to you while you leaned into Mingi’s side who refused to not be on you in any way. He was clingy like that.

“You didn’t have too, Hwa.”

“I had some time to kill in the months you’ve been away. As usual, I didn’t snoop around.” He reassured you, hands folded neatly and elegantly behind him. “I left some little surprises for you to find too.”

“It’s not like she’ll be staying there all the time,” Mingi said, hand on the small of your back and guiding you up the ramp and into the ship. “She’ll be with me.”

“Don’t hog her.” San butted in, a small slouch in his usually straight posture.

“Awe, Sannie.” You cooed sweetly, rubbing his arm.

Wooyoung groaned, a couple of paces behind you, Mingi, San and Seonghwa.

“Jeez, what’s got your panties in a twist?” Yunho asked with a lilt of humor in his tone.

“Mingi’s room is next to mine.” Wooyoung huffed, feeling the comfort and safety of the Destiny make him relax with each step they took back into their home.

“And?” Yunho raised a brow.

“Never mind.” I don’t want to hear them fucking.

Even though Wooyoung didn’t say that out loud, Yunho knew what ‘never mind’ entailed. He can tell by the way he threw glances at you but the taller man only smiled and pretended like everything was fine and that he was oblivious.

“Join us in the lounge yeah?” He patted Wooyoung on the back. “We’ll be drinking a bit more and catching up. Plus, you can start to get know her better.”

“O-okay.” He could use a couple of more drinks to relax a bit.

Wooyoung paused a bit in the hall, letting his crew mates walk ahead of him and into the warm lit lounge a couple more steps forward. It’s not that he was anxious about you being here and adjusting to the dynamics with eight of you. He was confused. He felt as if there was something he didn’t know, something kept from him and he just couldn’t quite place his finger on it. It’s like something was staring him right in the face and whatever it was, was just at the tip of his tongue but he really couldn’t conclude what it was.

Other than that, the more he was around you, flashbacks of how you two danced in the club, so close and teasing each other plagued his thoughts. The way you touched him earlier that night left a ghost touch that sent shivers down his spine when he thought about it or like now, when he looked at you leaned into Mingi’s side on the couch with his arm draped over your shoulder laughing at something Jongho said.

Now he could see you properly. The mask was discarded and sat on the low coffee table in the center and without it, he was even more mesmerized. The way your eyes smiled with your lips and how your eyes paid attention to whoever spoke, as if everything they were saying to you was the most wonderful and interesting thing in the world. This was completely different from the woman he had danced with. You looked…sweet?

“Oh? This is the childhood best friend you were talking about.” Your pretty lashes fluttered at the realization while you held conversation with Yeosang sat on the couch across you with San.

Wooyoung perked up in his seat at the mention of him.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. I hope Hongjoong didn’t give you a hard time when you joined.” You smiled gently.

Hongjoong did take a while to warm up to him…but Wooyoung didn’t want to admit it, well not in front of the said man.

“Did he give you a hard time?” Wooyoung turned the question to you.

“Not at all.” You shrugged your shoulders a bit while Mingi played with the ends of the pink bob wig.

“You mean he couldn’t because you two were at each other’s throats.” Yunho chuckled, recalling the memory. “Literally.”

“What?” Wooyoung’s eyes widened, glancing between you and Hongjoong who shared a knowing look with one other. “Someone care to tell me more?”

“Y/N was actually hired to kill Hongjoong.” San spoke up. “She had snuck into the ship when we had docked in Estrade for supplies and she got to him in his office.”

“How?”

San laughed a little at the memory, glancing your way with a smile that Wooyoung has never seen on him before. It was different to the one when he’s happy, this one was tender and sweet.

He tilted his head up a little, hand gesturing to ceiling. “Through the vents.”

“It was almost too good to be true. The Destiny’s vents were perfect for anyone to infiltrate which was why after the incident, I advised him to tighten the security of the ship.” You added, unclasping your heels and slipping them off before folding them beneath you, snuggling closer to Mingi.

“I still don’t know how you found the entryway of the vents or even pried it open.” Hongjoong shook his head at the memory.

“What? Like it’s hard?” You stared down at him with a playful smirk and eyes twinkling challengingly.

“Careful, baby.” Mingi warned lightly, knowing what could transpire if you and Hongjoong went head to head again.

“So what stopped you from killing him?” Wooyoung asked. You wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t.

“My devilishly good looks.” Hongjoong uttered while you said a different answer.

“San.”

A silence fell amongst the group, it was comfortable for the most part but Wooyoung found the silence to be fuel to the bonfire of curiosity that sparked in the private dance room.

Noticing Wooyoung’s inquisitiveness, you decided to give him just enough to quiet his mind.

“San and I had worked together in the past. I trust him with my life. He asked me not to kill Hongjoong so…I didn’t.”

The answer was enough for now and a part of Wooyoung told him to stop prying and that he shouldn’t , not when he’s around all the other members. What irked him as well was how you had said that with such a pretty smile and a soft look in your eyes. Were you really dangerous?

“It’s not like you could, sweetheart.” Hongjoong smirked and you rolled your eyes, quickly deciding to end the growing tension with all the questions. There were things that needed to be discussed with the others. Which was what exactly about you and about your past could be shared with the new crew member.

“No, I couldn’t.”

Your voice was soft, gazing at the Captain in a way Wooyoung felt envious. Could he earn the same gaze from you? Would you look at him one day with the same fondness you had for all of them?

“You’re unfortunately too handsome to kill. It’d be a shame for such a pretty face to be smothered by a pillow.”

Your words made Hongjoong laugh while the rest smiled at how you two interacted. Wooyoung didn’t know if he was reading into it too much but they all looked at you in a way that hinted a closeness that was more than camaraderie, and a bond and trust that grew between a crew.

“As much as I’d love to stay up and catch up with you all, I’m going to retire for the evening.” You bade them good night, hooking the straps of your heels by your finger before getting off the couch and your other hand in Mingi’s.

“Goodnight, fellas.” Mingi clicked his tongue with a smirk, most of them rolling their eyes at him as the two of you made your way to the crews deck.

Once the two of you were out of ear shot, Seonghwa spoke.

“San, you’re pouting.”

“Mingi hogs her.” He murmured almost child like and crossed his arms over his chest.

“We’ll all get a chance to catch up and spend time with her. But you know…Mingi.”

“He’s way too clingy. She was my friend first.”

“Yeah, yeah, we know.” Yunho placed his hands on San’s shoulders briefly before excusing himself to his room.

Wooyoung was next to call it a night, unaware of how Yeosang, Jongho, Seonghwa and Hongjoong watched him leave. They were concerned…but they knew they needed to discuss something. Well, someone.

Wooyoung.

“So? Did you enjoy my little show?”

Mingi was watching you look around his room as if it was the first time you were ever let in here. He was sat on the foot of his bed, hands on the mattress as you removed your earrings and placed it on his desk.

“I did,” he replied, eyes completely on you and taking you in. “But when I realized that you had been dancing for other men I got jealous.” There was that hint of agitation in his voice.

“You don’t need to be jealous.” You reassured him, removing Yunho’s blazer and draping it over neatly on the back rest of Ming’s desk chair. “They never touched me.”

Mingi’s eyes darkened at the sight of your almost naked form. It has been too long since he was last with you.

You watched Mingi’s eyes rake your form through the mirror. He scanned you from your heels to your head. His eyes lingered on the plumpness of your ass accentuated by the lace purple underwear a bit longer before he met your eyes in the mirror.

“Keep the wig on, baby.”

“Oh, you like it?” You grinned, turning around to slowly walk towards him, letting the beaded strings of your bralette sway and shimmer.

“I like the whole get up. It’s sexy.” His hand reached for your waist once you stood between his parted thighs, the tall big man gazing up at you with desire.

“You like that I’m dressed like a stripper?” You raised a brow questioningly while you ran your fingers through his short pink hair that matched your wig.

“I like you in anything.” He slid his hands up higher til his thumbs rest just below the band of your bra. “You look so pretty.”

“I love the new hair,” you giggled, caressing his handsome face. “Yunho colored it for you?”

“Yeah,” he hummed, leaning his head into your abdomen.

“I’m sorry I was away for so long.”

“Take me with you next time…or San or Yeosang.” He murmured, voice soft as you held him to you. “I’ll rest easier knowing one of us is with you.”

“I can handle myself. You know that.”

Mingi groaned a little before guiding you to sit on his lap, your pretty legs straddling his waist while his hands supported and cradled your back.

“I know…” he sighed.

The two of you were now face to face. Mingi looked into your eyes, searching them. For what, you didn’t know but you let him. “But you’ll let me take care of you…” he cupped your face gently, his thumb caressing your cheekbone and like a cat, you leaned into his touch, eyes closing as you relished his warmth. “Right?” His thumb swiped over your lower lip, your eyes fluttering open as he parted them just a little.

Despite his reputation, he was your gentle and loving Mingi. Sure, he was rough around the edges and appeared domineering. No one flies a fighter jet like he does and as the gunner and the best marksman among the crew, he was intimidating. But he gave himself to you and you did the same.

“Always.”

This was what he missed. The intimacy that he shared with you. That sweet loving gaze—

Mingi felt a sudden shock of heat pass through him. In less than two seconds your loving gaze intensified to desire and your lips were wrapped around his thumb, enveloping his digit in your mouth. The cherry on top for him was how you swirled your hot tongue and sucked lightly. You pulled back with a cute little quiet pop and looked at him with eyes that were far too innocent after what you just did. Licking his lips, he gripped your face, gently but strong enough the way you liked and to establish dominance.

This was also something he missed.

“If my pretty girl wants to be naughty…” he leaned in closer, the cute challenging look in your eyes unwavering. “I’m going to have to remind her how to behave.”

“But I am a good girl.” You shrugged him off of you so that you could press your lips on his defined jaw. “I told you, I never let anyone touch me.”

“You let Wooyoung touch you.” His hands rested on your hips now as you left gentle kisses along the skin of his neck, appeasing to him.

“So? It’s not like I’ll let him fuck me.” You nipped at his neck, tone sweet and unfortunately too bratty.

Next thing you knew, his ringed hand wrapped around your throat. It wasn’t in anyway to hurt you, Mingi would never. No. It’s how you two played sometimes. His hold on you made heat stir in your lower abdomen and his intense gaze was getting you excited.

“Of course you won’t.” He spoke, voice deep and low, and with his other hand on your hip, he guided you to drag your clothed cunt over the bulge of his trousers. Seeing your determined gaze crack with the friction, he grinned. “You won’t let him fuck you. You know why?”

You shook your head, biting your lip to hold back your whimpers, a little embarrassed that your resolve was so quick to crumble because of him but you knew that turned him on.

“Use your words, baby.” He squeezed your neck gently while his other hand stilled your hips, making you huff at the pause.

“I-I don’t know.” You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your hips yourself, mouth watering at the thought of his member hidden beneath his pants.

Mingi tapped your hip in warning. You stilled and you did your best to glare at him. “Why?”

“He hasn’t earned it, baby.” His hand left your neck, trailing down to briefly brush the dip between your collarbones and he leaned to kiss your chest. “He hasn’t earned it like we had.”

“Is that why you were gatekeeping me?”

“Maybe.” You felt him grin on your skin as he kissed what was exposed of your breasts in your bralette. “Get up.”

You almost whined, not wanting to leave his lap or his kisses to stop but you did so anyway.

It’s like you were back to square one, standing between his legs while he gazed at you except you couldn’t stop glancing at the bulge in his trousers.

He clicked his tongue. “Is that what you want, baby?”

Instead of answering him, which could get you into some fun trouble, you slowly got on your knees without breaking his gaze. You slid your hands up his muscular thick thighs, knowing to not touch where you wanted to touch him the most.

Mingi noticed this and smiled. “Good girl.” He cooed, tucking the strands of your pink wig behind your ear. “You remember. Go on then.”

Getting his permission, your fingers made quick work of his belt and zipper, prying the fabric apart to reveal his erection in the confines of his briefs. You skimmed your fingers along the waistband, admiring his toned abdomen before tugging it low enough til his cock sprung free.

Without wasting another moment, you wrapped your hand around his length, feeling your walls pulse around nothing at how hot and heavy he was in your hand. His tip was pink and growing slick with precum. You licked your lips at the sight and you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

Mingi groaned lowly when you slowly pumped his length, kissing the hot and pink tip before enveloping the head of his cock in your mouth.

“Fuck.” He hissed. The sight of your glossed lips wrapped around him and the sensation of your wet tongue swirling his tip was sinfully perfect. “You look so pretty right now, baby.”

Oh how you loved how deep his voice was when he talked dirty. “God, I’m so lucky I get to fuck you first.”

He threw his head back as you took him deeper in your mouth, your struggle to take more of him something he always found so cute.

As much as you loved to blow your boyfriend, he was always a challenge to take. He was thicker than and longer than your other lovers. Well, Yunho was also a challenge but you were focused on Mingi right now and he was another story.

Your brows were knitted and your eyes were looking at him pleadingly as you did your best to bob your head along his length, sucking and swirling your tongue the way he liked while using your hand to pump what you couldn’t take of him. His taste and his low moans were making you ache even more, god you couldn’t wait for him to touch you.

“Shit, baby. You’re doing so well taking me in that pretty little mouth.” He praised, petting the top of your head lovingly. “C’mon baby. The quicker you make me cum the sooner I’ll be touching you. You’re getting wet aren’t you?”

Batting your lashes at him, you did your best to tell him yes while hollowing your cheeks and taking him a little more deeper, lost in his taste and his heat and fighting against your gag reflex. Your body was buzzing with need and when his tip reached the back of your throat, Mingi let out the prettiest moan.

The curse of silence that fell upon his room for months since you left was finally broken. Within the four walls, the not so quiet sound of your muffled moans and the obscene wet slurping of you sucking his cock bounced off them. You were taking your time, enjoying each glide of him against your flattened tongue and pumping the rest of his length in tandem with your movement.

Mingi through heavy lidded eyes searched for your gaze and he didn’t know if he regretted doing so because seeing your pretty eyes look up at him as you bobbed your head and suckled at his sensitive tip, he could’ve cum right then and there.

Lost in the sinfully indulgent pleasure, Mingi hadn’t noticed that his door was open just a crack, not fully closed. Even if he did notice, he wouldn’t care since it wouldn’t be the first time. Plus the rest of the crew weren’t strangers to being caught in the act with you. Most of the time they ignore it or tease each other about it after. And sometimes, it led to some…extra fun. But the man who recently settled into the room beside Mingi didn’t know that.

He was just on his way back from the showers since only two rooms had their own bathroom which was Hongjoong’s and Seonghwa’s.

He didn’t mean to look. He was just supposed to take his cold shower and then head to bed.

The sounds lured him in. And with his pent up sexual frustration he had only wanted to shut the stupid door fully and scold Mingi tomorrow about it…but when he saw the shade of pink that was haunting him, he just couldn’t function. Not when your head was bobbing up and down between Mingi’s spread thighs and how your back and ass looked so sexy while you were at it.

Wooyoung gulped, his own cock stirring at the lewd sight. He really should go.

And yet he continued to gawk at you, taking in the curve of your waist and the aesthetically pleasing view of your back. As if it couldn’t get any worse for Wooyoung, he noticed your free hand was between your thighs. Somehow in that dimly lit room he could see how you were working your fingers below you.

You moaned around Mingi’s length, the vibrations earning you a deep groan.

‘Fuck.’ Wooyoung swore over and over in his head, eyes unable to break from the way you were touching yourself. He wondered how wet you were. If your arousal soaked through the cotton of your underwear and if your fingers were easily gliding over your swollen clit.

Mingi, despite the dizziness of pleasure muddling his brain, finally noticed your hand between your thighs. “You getting wet by just sucking my cock, baby?”

Your lips released him with a pop and you were softly panting, trying to catch your breath. You nodded in response going at it again and this time, you were only using your mouth now and taking him deeper. Your hand other hand left your aching cunt only to rest atop his left thigh like your other hand on his right to keep you steady.

“Shit!” Mingi cursed, his hand coming to the back of your head to guide you down further, feeling the pressure on the base of his spine as he watched you take whatever you could fit of him in your little mouth.

Wooyoung bit his lip to keep himself from making any noise but he could still feel his throat dry at the obscene sight. The sound of your muffled whines and moans was driving him crazy.

Mingi’s fingers tangled themselves in your pink wig, his hips bucking until he stilled, cock twitching in your mouth. Hot spurts of his release spilled down your throat, your eyes not breaking away from his face that was contorted in pure bliss.

“Oh, fuck, baby.” He whined.

Only his tip in your mouth, he felt you swallow his release. “Good fucking girl.” His grip on your wig loosened to pet you. You hummed at his words, batting your lashes up at him in the way that made his heart flutter before you released him from your mouth. “Open up, let me see.”

Mingi was down bad. Really bad.

He reached into his pocket to whip out his phone, swiping the screen to the camera app. With pink lip gloss smudged at the corners of your mouth, your wig a little messy and his perspective with you on your knees, gave the camera the perfect view of your cute face, your tits in your purple bralette and his inner thighs that framed you.

You parted your lips and stuck out your tongue a little, and Mingi bit his lip when he saw a little bit of his cum remained on your tongue.

“Fuck, you look so hot, baby.” He captured a couple of shots while you decided to extend his high and to also give him a couple more pics to take.

Giving him a cute smile, you kissed the head of his sensitive cock and heard the little digital tone of the record button in his cell. He hissed at the stimulation and yet he let you continue to ride out his orgasm, his thighs tensing then relaxing a bit as you licked along his length.

Mingi was going to use this for the next time you’re away which won’t be anytime soon but you know, just in case and also for bragging rights for getting to fuck you in your stripper costume.

“Will you return the favor, Min?” You asked him, your voice husky from taking his cock deep in your throat. “I showed you how good I am for you.”

He couldn’t help but grin at your cute tone. You knew he was going to show this to the others to make them jealous so you were putting on a show exclusively for Mingi that the others won’t be able to have.

“Tell me exactly what favor I have to return to my good girl. Hm?” He knew how shy you actually were when speaking about what you wanted in a little more detail and it was something that all of them found endearing. Even though you could be bold, when it came down to things in the bedroom, you were submissive. You were bratty which was in your nature most of the time and Mingi like three other members of the crew loved to tame and fuck the brat out of you.

With your head muddled with lust, you softly uttered out your response, unaware of how needy you sounded.

“I want you to taste me too.”

Wooyoung palmed himself through his sweats. He wanted to taste you. He’s been wanting to and thinking about it since he danced with you.

“Yeah? And then I’ll fuck your pretty little pussy. You want that?”

You nodded, suckling at his length.

“Take off your top, baby. Show them what they’re missing out on right now.”

Without anymore direction, you knew what to do. You slowly got up, his hand holding his phone following your movement and he captured the complete look one last time.

Your fingers pinched at the front clasps of your bra, Mingi’s eyes glued on you, watching you intently.

You unhooked it and without rushing, unveiled to him and the camera your bare breasts. From where Wooyoung stood, he couldn’t see the teasing reveal. It was frustrating. Especially when you slowly let the pretty bralette drop into a pile at your feet and he could only see your naked back.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Not wanting to get caught, he quietly retreated back into his room, shut the door and locked it. With his back against the cool surface, he freed his cock from his sweats and wrapped a hand around his length, cursing Mingi in his head for being so lucky. With each stroke, the man was forgotten and his head was filled with thoughts of you. He tightened his grip when he began to imagine himself in Mingi’s place.

Was he going to feel guilty about it later? Yes but fuck did he needed to jack off. He’ll regret it later.

…

You gripped the pillow beneath your head while the other was over your hand trying to muffle your voice as moans left you so embarrassingly easy. Mingi had one hand holding his phone your way while the other was splayed on your belly as his thumb massaged your clit and he thrusted into your tight heat.

Your panties were just pushed to the side while he stuffed you full with his thick length. He had slipped in so easily with how wet you were and you were creaming around his cock, the mess of it all and the obscene wet squelching making him fuck you harder.

“Mingi,” you panted, your core hot with pleasure and mind spinning from the delicious drag of his cock against your pulsing walls. “B-big. You’re so big.” You whined out, the pleasure close to making you cry.

“Yeah? But you can take me right? Look at you taking me so well. Fuck.”

You nodded at his words, unable to form anything coherent and not caring about the fact he was filming the mess you were making on his cock.

His praises only made your head spin further and when he tossed his phone to the side and was focused on fucking you, the tension in your lower belly grew tighter.

Mingi admired the way you looked before him, tits bouncing with each snap of his hips and your legs around him while the garter where money bills had been clipped to earlier remained on your thigh and the gorgeous, perfect sight of your pussy lips parted to accommodate his cock that stretched you out. All of that was consuming him. He missed how you felt, how smooth and warm your skin was, and how his name left your lips in moans and sweet sighs.

The wet smacking of his hips against yours and both of yours and his moans filled the room, and unfortunately for Wooyoung, he could hear you both despite it being muffled. Well he could hear because he had opened his door a little and the two of you were too preoccupied to take note of how Mingi’s door wasn’t shut fully. He was fucking his cock into his fist to the sound of you both.

Your arms reached out for Mingi and his heart melted at the sight. He leaned forward letting them wrap around him and your legs did the same with his hips. He crashed his plump lips against yours, swallowing your moans and cries, feeling your walls tighten further around him telling him you were close. He was close too.

He felt your nails dig into the muscles of his back and he groaned at the sweet pain, his hand between the two of you applying more pressure to your clit which pushed you to the edge. Walls tightening around him which hindered his fast thrusts, he let you feel your orgasm and god, did he love it when you came around him. Your velvety walls spasmed around his cock and he could feel it, and your thighs shook from the sudden wave of release.

“That’s my good girl. That’s it. Cum around my cock. Good girl.” He rasped against your ear before kissing your neck and slowly beginning to move his hips again.

“M-Min— wait,” you whimpered, sensitive and body electric.

“I’m close baby. You’ll let me finish too right? Inside?”

The idea made you moan softly and cave. “O-okay.” You managed to get out, the overstimulation so good and too much at the same time.

You gasped when he sped up, chasing his release. He was groaning and panting against your neck like a dog in heat. Your fingers threaded through his hair, gripping the short strands as you felt your second orgasm building up again.

“I love you.” He murmured against your neck, rutting into you. You held him closer. “I love you. I love you. I love you…”He chanted over and over, completely loss in you. You missed those words from him and you weren’t sure if you were tearing up from the pleasure or how much you loved him too. Maybe both.

“I love you too Mingi.” You managed to say as your body bounced with each thrust and you gripped his hair tighter, the heels of your feet digging into lower back.

“Fuck!” Mingi snapped his hips one last time before completely stilling, shooting his hot cum into your womb. The sensation of him filling you up made you cum again so quickly and Mingi hissed at the sinful feeling of your walls fluttering around him again, milking his cock for all he’s worth, and what couldn’t fit in your womb began to leak out of you.

“I love you,” he sighed again, lifting his head from your neck to press his lips on yours messily and you kiss him back, both of you coming down from your highs. “Never leave me again, please.”

That tugged at your heart strongly.

Many believed it was San who was the clingiest among all them but in truth, it was Mingi. It didn’t look like it with his tough, bad boy coded exterior and how brutal he could be when he was armed but it was him who you trusted and opened up to first when you joined them.

“Even if you can’t, just say you will.”

And then your heart was ripped out your chest and in his hands.

“I won’t leave,” you told him, kissing his lips and cupping his face in your hands. “I promise.”

“This was the longest you were away.”

“I know…I’m sorry but I’m here now. I won’t be going anywhere. Okay?”

He nodded, sliding his hands under you, cradling your back so he could move the both of you to a comfortable position. Without untangling from each other’s embrace, he lied on his back with you on top him, your chest pressed against his and his arms wrapped around you.

In the room next to Mingi’s, Wooyoung’s head was thrown back as he came down from his own high. His release dripped down his hand and stained the fabric of his shirt.

While the two lovers on the other side laid in each others loving embrace, he was all alone on the floor with his back against the foot of his bed after having imagined fucking you and wishing his cum was on your body instead.

“Shit…” he cursed to himself , realizing what he had just done.

The guilt was gonna eat him up after and he may not be able to look you or Mingi in the eyes tomorrow after what he did.

Did he still want to fuck you? Yes. But he’ll keep that fact to himself and only himself. No one needed to know. It’ll pass anyways. Maybe a couple more times jerking off to you will make him get over it.

Yunho stretched his back on the way back to the crews deck, Seonghwa and Hongjoong were looking over the data you had gotten for them and he had just finished some touches to his and Wooyoung’s weapon reparations for Mingi.

Before heading to his room, he decided to check on the said man who had always come back with his, Jongho’s and Wooyoung’s weapons damaged every single time he was sent on the field.

“Fuck,” he heard Mingi’s faint voice at the start of the corridor.

He sighed as he removed his gloves, heading to Mingi’s room, his brow rising as he saw the door slightly open. He glanced at Wooyoung’s closed door and shook his head a little before stepping inside Mingi’s room and finally closing the door behind him.

He leaned against metal, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Mingi naked in all his glory fuck into you from behind. Your moans and whimpers were muffled as you bit at the pillow. Mingi’s hands were on your hips and his hold on you was the only reason your ass was still up. Your thighs were shaking and trembling with each thrust as the new angle made you feel him deeper inside of you.

Yunho bit his lip watching the two of you and glanced over at Mingi’s desk where his blazer was then at the mirror where he could see you face down and ass up with a your back beautifully curved as Mingi fucked you.

He began to unbutton his shirt.

“Next time, make sure you close the door properly. I could hear you from the corridor.” Yunho finally spoke but his presence didn’t stop Mingi’s rhythmic thrusts.

“It wasn’t closed?” He grunted, a hand pressing against your upper back to keep you down.

“It wasn’t wide open but if I was Wooyoung, I would be suffering.” Yunho threw his gloves onto the desk. “Hi, sweetheart.” He went to your side, sitting on the edge of the bed and speaking as if you weren’t being railed from behind.

He caressed the crown of your head, noticing the mascara smudged around your eyes in a pretty way. Yunho also noticed Mingi’s cell nearby on the bed and rolled his eyes, knowing exactly why it was there.

He’ll ask Mingi for a copy later.

“How many times has he made you cum?” He asked you, thumb wiping away the smudged makeup.

“Ah—f-fo—,” you gasped, clutching the pillow tigther . “Four.” It was cute how you couldn’t really speak properly.

“Four times ?” Yunho was impressed, you nodded quickly. “How many times has he said I love you?”

“Shut up, man.” Mingi huffed, knowing he was going to get teased for that.

Yunho raised his hands in surrender, he wasn’t here for that anyways.

He looked at Mingi. The marksman’s brows were knitted together and he was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and below where you two were connected was a darkened spot on the sheets. A mess caused by both yours and Mingi’s release, well mostly Mingi’s as your pussy was leaking white from being filled to the brim.

“I know you wanted her for yourself tonight but…” Yunho slipped his hand into yours, and you held his hand tight as you moaned into the pillow.

“Got room for one more?”

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⋆ NOW WE DATE ! · psh

SYNOPSIS · everyone knew you were sunghoon's biggest fan— or so you claimed to be— it didn't take a scientist to guess after your nonstop gushing about him during enhypen's debut. now, they didn't know you found him 'so babygirl,' not until you accidentally tweeted it on your main.

GENRE · fluff, humour, mutual pinning, mini smau

WARNINGS · usual kys / kms jokes, suggestive humour, FAST PACED like u see i plan to finish this in fifteen chapters so the pacing might feel off like none of us r used to ppl talking, realising their feelings, clearing misunderstandings and getting together in just fifteen chapters i Know

STATUS · COMPLETED

NOTE · PLS DONT HAVE HIGH EXPECTATIONS this is just a silly little plot i thought of in my silly little head during silly little appointment at the doctor's...tho i hope u have fun reading. ps both yn and hoon are CRAZY.

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001 · who wants me

002 · divine intuition

003 · shower thoughts

004 · very strange and nice

005 · breath getting fainter

006 · neo zoned

007 · ruin our friendship

008 · clown emoji

009 · me when i lie

010 · emoji game so weak

011 · dimension : denial

012 · dots are connecting

013 · dating hotspot

014 · netflix originals

015 · now we date — epilogue !

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SEX & MANIPULATION, LEE JENO.

001. pairing. lee jeno x male reader

002. genre. smut.

003. warnings. manipulative ex-boyfriend jeno, possessiveness, there's no plot at all 💀, rough jeno, dirty talk, degradation

004. man im bored. just finished writing a dojaejung smut lol, 'm just gonna edit and post whenever i can. lovelots. also, work of fiction :: reblogs and interactions are very much appreciated

thinking hardly about jeno, your ex-boyfriend, who is still in love with you but is possessive of you, and he refuses to acknowledge it. he's toxic, controlling, manipulative, and gaslights you nonstop.

he just won't let you go out alone, and he controls your wardrobe and choice of clothes. he manipulates you into having sex with him when he gets jealous, reminding you that your body only belongs to him.

one day, you have an argument with jeno that left you both screaming at each other. you're tired of his toxicity, and it's making you confused about whether he loves you or not, but the fight only got nasty, and you end up slapping him. he slaps you back before grabbing you by the hair and forcefully making out with you.

he's going to have you crying on his cock, and you better take it seriously - whimpering, squealing, shaking, he's going to make you a fucking mess. and from that point on, you're moving in with him because he's never going to let you go again.

"you're such a fucking brat," jeno growls, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him. "do you know how many times i've had to hold myself back from tearing your clothes off in public? how many times i've had to listen to other guys talk about wanting to fuck you?"

you try to pull away, but jeno's grip is too strong. "let go of me!" you scream, struggling against him.

"not until you fucking apologize," he snarls, his lips brushing against yours. "not until you admit that you're mine and that nobody else is allowed to touch you."

"i'm not yours," you hiss, trying to push him away. "i belong to myself."

jeno's eyes darken, and he grabs your hair, pulling your head back. "you belong to me," he growls, his lips crashing down on yours. his tongue forces its way into your mouth, and you moan despite yourself, your cock growing hard in your pants.

"fuck," jeno mutters, feeling your erection. "you like this, don't you? you like being dominated like the filthy whore you are."

"no," you gasp, but jeno doesn't believe you. he pushes you onto the bed and rips your clothes off, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness.

"you're going to be mine," he whispers, his fingers playing with your cock. "nobody else is going to touch you, do you understand me?" you nod, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal. jeno's possessiveness is both frightening and intoxicating, and you can't resist him any longer.

he pushes his cock into you, and you cry out in pleasure and pain. jeno fucks you hard, his hands gripping your hips as he pounds into you relentlessly. you're whimpering and shaking, your cock pulsing in time with his thrusts.

"you're mine," jeno growls, his eyes locked onto yours. "you belong to me, and nobody else." you nod, unable to resist his possessiveness any longer. you're his, and you know it. from that point on, you're moving in with him, and you're never going to leave his side again.

jeno continues to pound into you relentlessly, his hips slamming against yours with a force that leaves you breathless. you wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto him for dear life as he takes you to new heights of pleasure.

"who do you belong to?" jeno growls, his grip on your hips tightening. "tell me, baby. tell me who owns this tight little hole."

"you do, daddy," you moan, feeling the heat building inside you. "i belong to you."

"that's it," jeno hisses, his pace quickening. "you're mine. my little slut. my dirty little secret."

you cry out as he hits that sweet spot deep inside you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. jeno grunts, his own release imminent as he continues to thrust into you with abandon.

finally, he slams into you one last time, filling you up with his hot cum. you scream his name, your own orgasm washing over you in a wave of ecstasy.

jeno collapses on top of you, both of you panting and sweating from the intensity of your lovemaking. "that's right, baby," he whispers in your ear. "you're mine. and i'm never letting you go."

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INTERVIEW 002

with. stiles stilinski

includes. sub!stiles, fem!reader, thigh riding, begging, implied switch!stiles, pet names towards stiles (good boy, etc.)

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He should be more embarrassed than he is.

His hands digging into the thin tee you wear, head buried in your neck, soft pants escaping his kiss swollen lips as his eyebrows push together. He bares his teeth, sucking in a sharp breath as the pain caused by absence of pleasure seems to set in with increased intensity, pearly whites pressing down into the plush of his bottom lip instead of the skin of your neck like he’d originally wanted, his pathetic sounds still masked enough to lessen any shame.

Stiles’ current state wouldn’t be as shocking nor entertaining as it is if he were sheathed fully inside of you. If his hips were canting up into yours without the layers of separation. If he were chasing a high that was clear to him, a high he could clearly see off in the horizon.

Instead, he’s chasing something he has barely gotten a taste of.

The previous feeling of your clothed crotch grinding against his, nearly equal in attire, has started to fade, leaving nothing but phantom desires for Stiles to attempt to grasp onto. Because it’s the only amount of friction he’s received thus far, nothing but a few pity grinds against his cock from you, a soft pout on your lips as you held his face in your hands, cooing down at him in a way that let Stiles know that you had the upper hand.

As if he could even begin to forget that simple aspect.

He’d been at your mercy the entire night, obliging no matter what, bending to your will with little to no hesitation settled within his body. He thought that if he did what you asked of him, obeying your wishes and commands as part of a previously set verbal bet between the two of you that he wouldn’t be able to do so, you would satisfy him. He thought that if he was your "good boy", as you’d prettily called him just a few moments ago, you would stop your torture and impale yourself on his dick until he was spurting blanks up into you, the previous remains of his cum leaking out as you would bounce like there was no tomorrow.

You did the opposite. Forbidding him from slipping off his sweats, not even lenient enough to slide off your panties and grace him with a look of your slick brushing along the gray material, darkening it with your arousal. Instead, you remained with them on, your bra covering your tits as well, leaving Stiles to stare at the way your nipples perked through the thin material, filling in the blanks of the expanses he’s seen many times before.

Noticing his eyeline, you giggle, the sound light and pretty from your lips. Stiles’ eyes flick up, he meets your gaze for a second, and the smile he gives you is dopey. It’s reminiscent of the one he lets out when he’s drunk, a slight stumble to his step and his hands a magnet to your body even with the slightly unassured way they find your skin.

His palms are the opposite now, sure and steady along your hips and waist and thighs as you drag yourself along his muscled thigh. He’s taking advantage of your lack of care with this particular aspect, your allowance of calloused hands along your pure skin feeling like a holy blessing in Stiles’ hazy mind.

He licks his lips, stares up at you, and you throw your head back, your hands pressing harshly into Stiles’ shoulders as the drag of your hips back and forth speed up just a little. Feeling slightly bold, Stiles slides a hand up to your tit, palm encapsulating it easily, the other sliding down to your hip where he grips with enough pressure to start to control your movements just a little.

Instead of swatting his hands away, you let him continue, allowing Stiles to manipulate your pace.

His thumb slides over your nipple, pointer finger adding itself into the mix as he pinches the bud with just enough pressure to have your lower lip rolling between your teeth.

“You close?” he asks, voice raspier than either of you expected.

You nod, brows pushing together, focusing too much on reaching your peak to attempt to take the control back from Stiles before he can get too acquainted. But he doesn’t want control. He likes submitting like this, providing assistance instead of authority, aiding you towards your peak instead of pushing you towards it.

One of your hands clasps around Stiles’ wrist, the other digging into his hair, nails scratching deliciously at his scalp. His eyes roll back, he takes a deep breath to steady himself, pushing his hips back down as soon as they start to tilt upwards towards you.

“Need you to cum, sweetheart. Then I can fuck you, right?” You nod, enthusiastic, clearly anticipating what comes next as much as Stiles is. “Then cum for me, please, baby. I need to fuck you so bad. Please. Just let go.”

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PREV: #002 PLAYING DOMINO 𖧧 #003 THE FIRST RIPPLE 𖧧 NEXT: #004 THIS SPARK, IS IT REAL? ꒰ series masterlist ꒱

꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ — ever since the first meeting, you’ve proven to be an anomaly. and yet again, sae finds himself out of character, doing things he didn’t think he would.

content: itoshi sae x female reader. angst/fluff, profanity, physical/verbal abuse, violence, mentions of infidelity, broken homes, unrequited love, manipulation/gaslighting. word count: 6.7k

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somehow, the fact that you’d managed to help land an interview with itoshi sae has given you some perks at work. (you’d let sumi take the credit for it, but considering your voice is on the recording, it was hard to deny your involvement.) the best of it all? sumi’s right; mr tatsuji is so absolutely pleased that he barely bothers to visit your department to chide any of you.

that way, at least if your personal life is a mess, your career is not. (for now.)

after three days of staying over at eita’s, you’re finally lugging your feet back home today. besides, he has a date and you’re not about to play third wheel when he inevitably comes home with her.

that’s otoya eita for you.

he insisted that it’s fine and if he really wanted to get some that he’d bring her to a hotel, but you’d really rather not get used to putting up at someone else’s house. especially when, technically, you do have a place to stay.

as you unwillingly (and slowly, painachingly) trudge back to your apartment, you can’t help but revisit your messages with sae. ever since you told him you’d let him follow you if he made a private account, he hasn’t responded since.

were you just in over your head? maybe he was just bored and was passing time by texting you. maybe he didn’t really mean it. maybe someone else took his phone and texted you just to make fun of you.

time to time, you still think of the night you met, how his eyes fluttered close, how he stayed rooted in position, how you would’ve actually done it out of curiosity if it wasn’t for the fact that it was a public place with cameras littering every few inches of space.

you sigh, locking your phone and tossing it back in your purse. in the end, maybe itoshi sae really is just someone for you to admire from afar. maybe that’s for the best; you can’t imagine how it’d even feel like dating someone who has such a big spotlight cast on him.

the evening air is chilly, the lights of the nearby shopping mall a warm golden, the sea of people walking past you soon to drown out. if you didn’t know better, you’d think you’re living a privileged life—being able to live in such a nice district, with a better-than-average apartment that had been fully paid for since you were born. and if life had been kind to you, then maybe you’d like living at home more than you do now.

but as it is, going home only serves as a reminder to all your problems. unescapable, unavoidable, unbearable. and maybe it’s not such a good move for you to depend on eita a lot to be your escape, to help you forget about all of it, at least when you’re with him, but you can’t help it. escapism feels nice. it’s nice to be around someone who knows about it and still accepts you, even though you and him don’t see eye to eye about it most of the time.

your stomach’s growling, and the macarons at the bakery’s display that you walk past are both nostalgic and tempting. but you can’t afford that.

something as simple as a box of macarons.

hang in there for the long term, you tell yourself. one day, you’ll get everything back.

not ten minutes later, you’re at your own doorstep, hesitating to even enter. through the door you can hear the sound of the television. it’s loud and playing some drama that always airs at this timing. you’ve heard the same voices so many times before.

it’s funny to think that these sounds used to feel like home to you.

either way, you have to get this over and done with, so you slot your key in and walk through the door, carefully toeing off your shoes as though being quiet would make you escape her notice.

“and where did you go off to the last few days? can’t even come home and be a dutiful daughter and eat with her own mother?”

it hasn’t even been five seconds.

all that ever awaits you at home now is the vile spit of your mother’s. it’s laughable because all she says is nonsense. you haven’t eaten on the same table together in years, even if you have been living under the same roof.

some part of you can’t help but be defiant. you know it’s a bad idea, but she’s out of line, and yet you’re still helping her. and you can’t figure out why.

“how about you be a dutiful mother and stop spending all your daughter’s money and go find a job?”

there’s a sharp sound that bounces off the walls of the living room quicker than you can expect it, and it takes you five seconds and the sting on your cheek to realise your mother had just slapped you with all her might.

not an ounce of hesitation or regret. there is only fury in her eyes as she looks down at you, summoning every bit of disdain she can muster.

of course, how could you forget? this is what you get for talking back to her. it’s been a while since she’d last laid a hand on you, so maybe you’d gotten cocky, thinking she wouldn’t do it again.

“is this all you’re good for? you’re not using that filthy mouth to jack people off so you’re using it to spite me?”

there’s a lot you want to say.

you want to talk back to her again, to say that she’s the useless one out of the two of you. the one who doesn’t work yet gambles all day. the one who spent all the savings and insurance money so she’s fully depending on you month to month.

you want to tell her that you’re not some whore who goes around fucking everyone you see. she always hated eita, but that’s because he knows she’s no good. that’s also why you never tell him if she lays her hand on you. you don’t want to get them into any altercations. you also want to tell her eita’s taken better care of you than she ever has, and you don’t even have to jack him off for it.

but you stay silent.

because silence is the most comfortable you can get with her. no matter what you say or do, it will never suffice for her. she wants money, and she’s only angry because you haven’t been home to give it to her. it’s why you lock your own door every time you head out or go to sleep. you don’t want to find your own belongings gone by the time you’re back. neither do you want to find her snooping around your room in the middle of the night.

both of which have happened before.

taking advantage of your shock, she yanks your purse out of your hand, fishing for your wallet and grabbing all the cash she can find before tossing it back to you.

there’s no mercy in her eyes as she glares at her own daughter, the one she carried herself in her womb for nine whole months and once sworn to love. and now she blames the same little girl for ruining her body and refuses to take responsibility for her.

“listen, be a good girl and just give me what i ask for okay?” her tone is nothing but condescending and threatening. “if you’d just behave yourself, i wouldn’t have to do shit like that. think a little, would you?”

the demon that is your mother speaks as if you’re in the wrong, sighing to herself as she lights a cigarette and walks away, stuffing your hard-earned money in her purse before making for her room and slamming the door as she completely disposes of you for the day. she already got what she wanted, after all.

utterly defeated, you completely forget about your hunger, retreating into your room, locking the door behind you and falling to the floor. your vision blurs and your cheek still stings. you wonder if it’ll leave a mark like it did the last time.

your phone vibrates once.

blurry vision aside, you can tell it’s eita from the name alone. his talk to me if you need anything, okay? is bright on your phone screen, the only light in this room because you don’t have the energy to turn on the lights. you’re not feeling exceptionally hopeful today. the dark seems just right.

you’re thankful that you have a friend like him. you probably don’t deserve how nice he is to you. but you don’t want to talk to him. you don’t think you want to talk to anyone.

maybe just one person.

but he’s six foot under and inaccessible to you.

you’re not sure when you made it onto your bed—your head’s a mess. it always is when you speak to her. that’s why you scream into the pillow, willing your energy away, trying to drown your thoughts with your voice, dreaming of the day you can break free from this cycle.

thunder, pitter patter, raindrops against the windowsill.

the lightning helps you make out the time from the clock on the wall above your door.

1am. your lips are chapped and the tears are dry against your cheeks. you’d subconsciously slept on the right side, your left still aching from earlier.

slowly, you get up, legs crossed and sitting on your bed, your earlier distress dissipated just slightly, mind a little clearer. (and always questionable.) your phone’s dead and you honestly don’t really care—what you do care about is your stomach’s incessant growling.

it wouldn’t take a genius to know that your mother cleared out all the food in the kitchen. it looked barren earlier from what you could see, maybe just a couple slices of bread and some condiments. you wouldn’t want to start cooking in the middle of the night either, lest she wakes up and you have even more to deal with.

the rain starts to lighten up by the time you’re out of the house, comfortable in your oversized windbreaker. you walk slowly, your slides already soaked from walking in the rain. it’s a nice cooling temperature, the wind in your face making you feel refreshed, like everything that’s horrible could be just a dream.

if only.

a light ten-minute walk later, you’re browsing through the aisles of the convenience store, wondering which brand of processed food is worthy to be your dinner. you hover between the cup noodles on the shelves and the sandwiches in the chiller, taking your time because home is not a place you’re exactly aching to go back to.

can you even call it a home at this point?

eventually, you waltz out of there with a warm tub of noodles, palms relishing in its warmth and your nose inhaling every last bit of its aroma.

dinner could be better, but you suppose you can’t complain when you’re trying your best to save up. after all, it’ll be a pain if your mother figures out the stash of savings you’re hiding. the last thing you want is for her to steal that away from you. then how would you ever move out on your own?

shaking your head as you settle down on a park bench on the opposite side of the road, you decide to throw those thoughts aside for now. it’s not a current problem that you need to mull over right now and destroy your mood. no, right now, what you need is just a peaceful night.

what’s past (earlier) is past.

even though it’s easier said than done when your tears start flowing one by one, and suddenly these noodles are saltier than you remember.

“sure you can’t come?”

sae looks at bianca through the passenger side window, her pout ever present. “nah, i’m tired. besides, if i oversleep who’s gonna drive you to the airport, huh?”

bianca grins at him, seemingly pacified. she reaches a hand into the car, perfectly manicured nails in full view before she clenches it into a fist, holding just a pinky out. “promise you’ll see me off tomorrow?”

there’s something between the lines that sae doesn’t get, nor is he sure he wants to. in all honesty, he’s not even sure why a promise is wanted here but he sticks out his pinky all the same anyway, because he’s pretty sure he won’t miss the alarm when it rings.

“yay, see you!”

“see you,” sae echoes as she bounds towards her friend’s place, ready for a last night of catching up over a game of cards before she flies back to america. as she disappears from his view, he wonders why she even tried to invite him in the first place. they’re her friends, he’s not really needed there anyway.

tuning out of those thoughts, sae drives off, already planning the remainder of the night. it’s 1am, and it’ll be near two by the time he makes it back to his apartment. that leaves him around a six hour sleep before he has to get up and send bianca off.

now that he’s thinking about it, since when has it become routine for him to send her off every time?

before he can even gather his thoughts about it, he steps on the brakes abruptly, wondering what the hell is wrong with some people to not be looking at both sides of the road before they cross, nearly pressing on the honk before something tells him not to. it’s distracting; the fact that the passing silhouette looks familiar and yet not at all.

against his better judgement, he pulls over by the side of the road, deciding to trust his gut. it’s late at night and there’s no reason for it but is that really you sitting on a park bench eating cup noodles past one in the morning? alone?

sae steps out of the car, mask on, pulling his hat down and his hoodie over his head to conceal himself, though some might argue he looks like he’s about to kidnap someone like this. he’s painfully aware this is dumb, and there’s no point to this, because what if it is you? it’s not like he has any reason to talk to you.

he stops midway, checking his phone and scrolling to your messages, his okay still sitting in the text box, unsent. fuck, he didn’t even realise until now. it didn’t help that he had a hectic schedule back to back for the past few days either. he never got around to creating that private account. he’ll just have to do it later.

a fleeting thought comes to him, wondering if you thought he was just pulling your leg about wanting to follow you. sure seems like it to him.

but he continues walking towards that park bench, towards that girl he thinks might be you, without knowing whatsoever what his next move will be. all he knows is that if that really is you, he’d rather say hello than say nothing at all.

even if it means making a detour that would undoubtedly make him endlessly tired the next day. for some reason.

and call him crazy, but as he draws closer, even without seeing your face, he knows it’s you somehow.

there’s something off about you, he doesn’t know what it is yet, but he can feel it. maybe he’ll find out. maybe he’ll try.

“hey, rude girl.”

just by the way your body stiffens up, he knows you recognise his voice. you choke on your noodles, coughing a little and rubbing your face before you whip your head upwards to face him, your eyes going wide with surprise.

“itoshi sae?”

why doesn’t he like it when you call him by his full name? it sounds weird, but he keeps his mouth shut.

“what are you doing here? do you live in the area?” you ask, setting your almost-empty cup of noodle on the bench. your voice is a little hoarse than he remembers, and your eyes are slightly puffy. there’s a faint swollenness on your left cheek, something he can see you’re desperately trying to hide behind your hair. it’s not really working.

he shakes his head, hands in his jacket pocket. “no, i was just dropping my friend off.” his eyes shift from you to the noodles. “supper?”

sae notices your eyebrow twitch ever so slightly, your nostrils flaring a little before you grin at him. “yeah, i missed lunch so this is me making up for it,” you giggle, offering a thumbs up.

is it bad to say he doesn’t believe you? you’re alone in the middle of the night on a park bench eating instant noodles with a slightly swollen cheek. yet you’re in front of him acting like nothing’s wrong.

this is already far from what he’d usually do. if you were anyone else, he would’ve just drove past and forgotten in a few days that he ever saw them. but as it is, here he is, standing in front of you, car parked illegally by the curb, just to verify that it really is you for no apparent reason.

still, he’s glad he did. you look like you’ve gotten a year’s worth of bad news judging by the state you’re in. and sae usually doesn’t cater to people, expects people to tell him what they need, not make him guess, but he’s already guessing what you might need.

your stomach is still growling, though you’re trying to hide it by slumping on the bench, arms over your stomach. sae has no idea why you feel like you have to hide, or who probably slapped you in the first place, but he finds himself disposing of your noodles before he’s grabbing you gently by the hand, tugging you along with him.

“hey, uh, where are we going?”

despite your shallow hesitation, sae feels your fingers curl around his palm. his heart skips a beat. he stops in his tracks, turning back around to face you. there’s an inexplicable emotion stirring inside him when he looks into your eyes.

his free hand comes up to remove his cap, putting it over your head and pushing it down to fit better. he doesn’t have a mask for you, but it’ll do. something tells him you don’t really want other people to see your face right now. and while the circumstances are different, he supposes he understands how it feels.

maybe you think he’s doing this because he’d rather not be papped with a girl, rather not have any more dating rumours. he’ll let you keep thinking that. he’ll keep acting like he doesn’t see the wound you’re desperately trying to hide.

for now.

“i’m hungry, eat with me,” is all he tells you before he resumes dragging you along behind him, calloused hands wrapping over your own.

sae’s not hungry in the least. he’d eaten probably three meals worth of food with bianca before this since she’d dragged him to a korean barbecue joint.

but you’re hungry. you’re starving and you’re not acting like it and you don’t say a thing about it—he doesn’t really get you.

he wants to.

maybe that’s why he’s doing all this. maybe that’s why he lets you in his car, drives to an izakaya he knows all too well. maybe that’s why he keeps stealing glances at you in the car, and maybe that’s why he feels a little warm inside when he catches you smiling to yourself.

as you sit silently beside him as he drives, your fingers fiddle nervously with each other. never did you think that you’d end up in sae’s luxurious car tonight of all nights. as if it wasn’t apparent enough before, after seeing his car, this definitely looks like a life that’s far beyond your reach.

you wonder if sae is the type of person who likes cars. it’s never indicated anywhere if he is. you recognise the brand; you don’t know the exact model but it’s a maserati, wrapped a matte black, at that. the interior leather seats are comfortable, and his air freshener smells nice.

on top of that, he’s driving you to someplace because he’s hungry too. talk about luck and coincidence.

you were thinking of just taking a short walk before going back home, but you’d take his invitation over that any day. you’re not sure where he’s taking you, but your feet are tapping in anticipation, though you hope it’s not anywhere expensive because you’re definitely not dressed the part.

beside you, sae’s not exactly dressed in anything fancy, but with looks like that? he would look expensive dressed in anything.

“quit staring,” sae mumbles, and you hurriedly avert your gaze, embarrassed at getting caught although you snicker a little when you catch the hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks. “what are you laughing at?”

you try to suppress a grin, biting on your lower lip. “you’re not as uncaring as the internet makes you seem,” you ponder out loud.

sae accepts your train of thought. he’s well aware that’s how he comes off in real life too. “and?” it’s a red light so he stops the car, turning his head to look straight at you.

is he asking you what you think of him?

you feel your heart skip a beat. he’s pretty, and he’s staring at you with those clear teal eyes of his and it makes you want to drown in them for some reason. he’s not as unfeeling as he comes across, and for him to bother taking you with him just to eat must mean you don’t fall into the category of people he finds to be just a waste of time.

you want to know what this is.

“i don’t know, you’re like a cat,�� you shrug, reverting back to your unserious self. “but i’ll let you know again once i get to know you better, itoshi sae.”

he looks away, the green light barely seeping through his windows. he doesn’t understand. “if you even get that far, that is.” (he likes how you already assume you’ll get to know him more. are you looking to spend more time with him?)

you grin, making an internal bet with yourself. “just you wait,” you tell him, confident in your abilities. “i have a habit of growing on people.”

(sae chuckles internally, because he doesn’t doubt you. you already are.)

“are you sure this place is open?” you ask, discreetly tapping lightly on your cheeks, deciding that maybe you look just fine now. and it doesn’t seem like there’s a soul here anyway.

once sae parks his car into the lot, you take his cap off and look around, the sleek stand-alone three-storey building looking completely closed on the outside. there’s no other cars parked here—surely they’re not still open?

sae takes his keys out of the ignition, stuffing it into his jacket pocket. he looks nonchalant for the most part. “don’t worry, i know the owner, let’s go.”

you shrug to yourself, placing his cap neatly on the dashboard before getting up. he waits and observes as you get out of his car, making sure you’re beside him before he starts walking towards the restaurant. you notice him matching your pace, with you shamelessly adjusting it just to check.

before he enters through the doors, he looks at you, “there’s no one else around. just the owner’s nephew who’ll be cooking for us.”

the shopkeeper’s bell chimes as he makes his way inside, holding the door for you, and you wordlessly enter, even though you’re wondering why he feels the need to tell you that. is it because you look like a mess and he thought you’d care?

it’s cosy and warm inside, classical music filling the air, every table wiped spotlessly clean that they’re shining as the lights from the ceiling bounce off of their surfaces. there’s nobody you can see here, are they in the kitchen?

sae puts his fingers around your wrist this time, walking you through the restaurant, meandering expertly like he’s been here a thousand times. your eyes fall to his fingers; they’re gentle yet firm, and you’re only hoping he doesn’t realise how fast your pulse is right now.

in the end, you find yourself seated across from him on a tatami seating in a private room, browsing through the menus that are already placed on the table.

“order anything you want,” sae says, not looking up from his menu.

you hum in excitement as you start to really look at all the options you have. “oh? if you say it like that i’m not gonna hold back, you know,” you joke around, though sae doesn’t really sense it.

he just shrugs, “sure, go ahead.”

sae ends up regretting it though, not because you’re shamelessly spending a lot on his card, but because he finds out you’re the type to over-order. by the time the food is all cooked and sent to the table, sae’s eyebrows twitch, eyes flicking over across the room to look at you, grinning from ear to ear.

“both of you must be starved, huh?”

you look to the side, only now noticing the guy in the white chef’s coat that came to deliver the food. he has curly light brown hair, with eyes a shade or two darker. a grin is plastered on his face, and by the way sae speaks to him, it seems like they know each other quite a fair bit.

“oh, by the way, this is naruhaya,” sae introduces to you, and the guy holds his hand out for you to shake. “this is y/n.”

“nice to meet you!”

naruhaya’s beaming, a contrast to sae’s usual stoic expressions, but he’s back to small talk with the latter in a second. you leave them to it, until your ears perk up when he mentions a certain model’s name.

“hey, weren’t you with bianca earlier? where’s she?”

bianca—that name isn’t unfamiliar to you. after a crash course from sumi (because somehow she decided you need to know more gossip about itoshi sae after getting to know him in person), you had learned that she’s the model that sae is most rumoured to actually be with. and you’ve seen her from the pictures sumi shoved up your neck—she’s beautiful.

was she the friend he was dropping off earlier?

“meeting her other friends. anyway, sorry to keep you open.”

naruhaya waves it off with his hand. “it’s fine, i was gonna stay and try to whip up some new recipes anyway,” he says, before shooting you a knowing look. what exactly it means, you have zero idea. “i’ll leave you two to it, enjoy!”

once he leaves, you begin to dig in, lathering your meat with sauce, unashamedly inhaling your food because that earlier stint with your mother was entirely too much and you need to destress.

somehow, with sae being as nice as he is, you feel a teeny bit guilty for trying to dupe him into that interview. but you doubt that if you’d asked him normally that you would be here with him tonight so maybe there’s some merit in being reckless like that.

“what’re you smiling about now?” sae sighs, taking a piece of meat and putting it over his rice. “pleased that you’re getting a free meal or something?”

partly. but mostly, you’re pleased that you get alone time with him somehow. maybe it’s stupid, and maybe you sound like half of the female population in the country, but you can see why people ogle over him. if they got to know him like this, then you’d have no doubt that he’d manage to charm their pants off.

though, something tells you he doesn’t treat people like this often, let alone someone he barely knows.

“mhm,” you agree, shit-eating grin on your face because there’s no way you’re going to be so upfront about it. the last thing you want is to ruin a friendship when it’s barely started.

yeah, maybe that’s what you want—friendship. is it weird if you say that itoshi sae gives you the feeling that you can trust him? the last time someone made you feel that way was eita. but somehow, this time, it feels different in a way you can’t explain.

as you’re both digging in, you ask him whatever you’re curious about; how he got into soccer, what his life was like growing up, everything under the sun, only because he entertains you like he did that very first night.

“you ask a lot of questions, are you gonna ask me to get another interview approved or something?” he asks, deadpan as he slurps up the soba.

you chuckle, shaking your head. “no. i just want to know you.”

sae stills at your honesty, this being one of the rare times you’re wearing your heart on your sleeve. thump, thump, thump—it’s weird how you make him so aware of his heartbeats when you’re with him. it’s weird how he feels the same way.

then, he sees a familiar sight, you reaching your hand out across the table, your pinky pointed towards him. “i promise you, no hidden agendas this time.”

he swallows the lump in his throat, hooking his pinky with yours before he knows it, the inexplicable emotions only growing by the second.

even though he’s curious about you too, something tells him that you won’t answer him seriously. not tonight. so he keeps it to himself. he’ll find a chance to ask you next time.

if there is a next time.

he’ll just have to make it happen.

halfway through the dinner, you have about a quarter of the food left and sae looks like he’s about to burst. he didn’t really look hungry to you, eating slowly all the way. you probably ate at least twice as much as he did.

“you sure you were hungry?”

“not anymore,” sae deflects, putting his chopsticks down. he looks at you, leaning back and staring at the leftovers in awe. he almost snorts from how dazed you look. “i’ll get naruhaya to pack these, wait here.”

“thanks,” you call after him, knowing just how much of a food coma you’re going to be in once you’re back home.

sae stares at his phone as he navigates through the corridors to find the kitchen; it’s already 2.30am. time passes really fast with you for some reason. usually it’s a bore to sit with people he barely knows, they normally can’t keep a conversation. either that or he doesn’t really click with them. (as evident in the many times he was put in the same room with friends of friends and all that was there is awkward silence and forced conversations.)

not you though.

you’ve always been interesting. you’re intriguing, and a little bit more daring than he’s used to. you’re not that shy, by what he could tell when you so effortlessly reached across the table and snapped a picture of the both of you eating, telling him you want to give him something to remember you by.

as if that’s your last meeting.

he looks at the picture in his photo album. a subtle smile tugs on his lips, and there’s a flutter in his heart that he can’t seem to ignore.

maybe he’s jumping the gun but… he thinks you could be worth any amount of sleep he’s going to lose.

naruhaya enters the private room alone, armed with takeaway boxes, and you smile sheepishly at him as he does. sae must be in the bathroom if he’s here alone.

“sorry, i think i ordered a little too much,” you apologise, rubbing the back of your head. “but it’s all really delicious, really.”

it really is. you’ve never had meat so tender before, and you’re almost sad thinking you’ll probably never get to eat this again. not with the price tag on it.

“relax, i believe you,” naruhaya hums as he carefully places the leftovers in boxes. “so, how’d you get to know sae? photoshoot?”

you narrow your gaze at him, pressing your lips into a faint smile. “if you’re trying to flatter me, it’s working,” you joke, before shaking your head. “no, no, i’m not a model. i’m just a friend of a friend.”

naruhaya blinks at you like he’s surprised. “whose?”

“eita. otoya eita. why?”

“oh, it’s nothing. just… surprised sae brought another girl here for once,” naruhaya laughs nervously, packing the boxes into a clear bag. “usually it’s either oliver and gang or, well, bianca. but i haven’t seen her here in a while, actually.”

you get the feeling that sae and bianca are really, really close.

“i think he just came here on a whim,” you brush it off. “we only met a week ago so i doubt you’ll see me here again anyway.”

naruhaya’s mouth forms an ‘o’, before it reverts back to that knowing smile again. both of you hear footsteps against the wooden floors of the izakaya, so naruhaya takes this chance to whisper in your ear.

“i think… you must be pretty special then, huh?”

before you can even ask him what he means by that, sae strolls through the door, oblivious to the earlier conversation, gaze pointed to you. “ready to go?”

you nod, taking the bags from naruhaya as sae escorts you out of there. “bye, naruhaya! i love your cooking!”

he laughs as you wave enthusiastically to him, and he winks at you right before sae turns around to look at him. “oi, sae, bring her over anytime, okay?” to which sae only waves it off, leaving you to wonder if you’ll ever actually see naruhaya again.

“you keep those,” sae tells you after the both of you get into his car, referring to the takeaway boxes. he’d told naruhaya to give you some extra meat, just in case. if he remembered right, eita once said you have quite the appetite.

he pulls out of the parking lot after you give him your address, driving the speed limit all the way back. he’s honestly kind of tired, and he can see that you are too. won’t hurt to make it back a little quicker than you came.

“sure you don’t want some?”

“i’m fine, i’ll be busy for the next week or so anyway. i won’t even be home.”

there’s a hint of disappointment in your chest when you hear that, though you chide yourself for your wishful thinking. what makes you think you can run into a celebrity so easily anyway if he is in japan?

“oh, you’re gonna be away? try not to miss me.”

sae chuckles, softly, at the way you can be so unserious—it’s something you hear for the first time, and you feel the flutters in your heart going wild. there’s something about the way he looks so gentle like this, away from the cameras and the public eye that makes him so much more alluring than usual.

“i’ll try,” he says, though you know he’s just playing along.

usually, you don’t feel this type of way around people. you’ve never felt like this before so you can’t even think of ways to explain it. as you sit in the passenger seat, you can’t help but feel a certain attachment growing. it makes you think foolish things like i want to see you again and wonder about even sillier things like would you want to see me too?

but you’d never actually tell him that.

when your apartment comes into view, you grab at his cap on the dashboard, putting it on your head yourself this time, looking into the side mirror. “hm, think this looks better on me, what do you think?”

sae’s a little stunned at the sudden question. you have a way of making him exasperated—in all the good ways. “wanna keep it?” he’s guessing that’s where you’re headed. not that he minds.

“oooh, then maybe i get to sell it for a buttload of money. especially when i tell people it belonged to you,” you smirk, and sae finds himself wondering why your guard is up so high.

he starts driving a little slowly, starting to feel the reluctance brewing inside him. “it’s yours now, do whatever you want with it.” he knows you’re not actually going to sell it anyway. he might not have known you for long, but he thinks you’re not that kind of person.

he’ll bet on it.

you don’t say anymore about it, and he catches you with a blank stare straight ahead, aimed at your apartment.

does it have something to do with your family? was that why you were unhappy earlier?

sae can’t shake the feeling of wanting to know more about you. but you snap back to your usual self before he can do anything about it.

“anyway! don’t worry about tonight, i won’t tell a soul that a superstar like you took a nobody like me out for a romantic supper in a private room,” you tell him, winking as you place your hands on the door handle, ready to go.

sae nearly laughs. “can’t you say thank you like a normal person?” because by now, the both of you are comfortable enough to understand that nothing is ever said in hostility. you take it as his banter.

somehow, your hand finds itself back onto your lap, and the words haven’t left your lips. there’s no music in the car, so it’s just you and sae and the air between you, a tension looming in the air that you can’t ignore. there’s just silence as you observe him from your position, your head inching closer, ever so slowly it feels like you’re not even moving at all. you can see how sae’s gaze flickers from your eyes to the tip of your nose and then to your lips, and you think of how he looks almost like he did that night when you got close to him.

except this time, you’re really tempted. you’re alone, just the both of you, and he’s been really nice and you’re really tempted to feel how soft those lips are and what he tastes like. but that’s too much, and yet somehow his eyes feel like they’re telling you different. would he mind?

your fingers pull the cap down from your head, covering both your faces as there’s barely any space between you now.

maybe just something tame.

in one swift motion, your lips press against his cheek, a hurried thank you rolling off your tongue before you bolt out of the car and back to your apartment, hoping that sae doesn’t think you’re a complete psycho for doing that.

back in the car, sae freezes in position even after you’ve long vanished from his sight. his heart’s still beating wildly in his chest and he wonders what the hell just happened.

and then he finds himself questioning when it could happen again.

why does he want it to happen again?

before he starts the drive back, he does three things.

one, he fishes his phone out of his pocket and creates that account he forgot about. two, he sends you a follow request because he doesn’t think he can handle this curiosity anymore. and three, he opens your messages, breathing shallow as he tries to make plans for the first time.

an hour later, after you’re showered and your heart has calmed down, you check your phone, charged to full now on your bedside table. there’s a few messages from sumi and eita that you missed since it had been dead since before you left the house, and then your heart skips a beat when you realise that sae’s name is there as well.

for the first time in a long time, you go to bed feeling like a giggly high school girl who’s been asked out by her crush. and for the first time in forever, sae receives your message and finds that he can’t sleep now—wondering why he felt so relieved to finally get a text back, and wondering what this frantic rush of his heart really means.

extras !

no, sae did not get up late to meet bianca the next day. he did look extremely tired though, which made her suspicious and ask why—sae did not reveal anything, just said he couldn’t sleep. partly true.

sae was right; if he’d asked yn about herself that night (particularly anything pertaining to her family), she wouldn’t have answered seriously. there’s a reason why she won’t so easily divulge her family issues & doesn’t want sae to know about it.

yn genuinely believes that sae did not notice anything off about her and that he honestly thought she was fine.

otoya did end up bringing his date to a hotel. after she fell asleep, otoya went out to the balcony to call yn and make sure she’s okay since she wasn’t responding.

yn’s mother knows that yn and otoya used to fuck (and still thinks they are), and that’s why she used her choice of words “jacking people off”. she has been treating yn like that for the past few years.

random fact #1: otoya used to purposely get yn in trouble all the time in school so that they could spend time in detention together. that’s how they started getting close.

random fact #2: sae has, in his head, considered being together with bianca before because the guys asked him about it.

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ilovehimyourhonour · 10 months

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nepo babies masterlist

rich! yang jeongin x rich! fem! reader . smau series . fluff , ‘enemies’ to lovers , (maybe) angst , mutual pining , slightly suggestive , fast paced(?) , fake dating

yang jeongin is a bad influence—words that fell from your parents lips, almost as a warning. yet despite jeongin's behaviour, the yang family was well respected, and your father would have been foolish to refuse a business partnership with the multi-millionaires. the collaboration led to you attending school with jeongin, who mindlessly trailed after you wearing his infamous smirk as he attempted to pick you apart. phrases meant to send you crying falling from his lips as he slunk an arm over your shoulders, nose grazing your cheek as he muttered every rude word that came to his mind. eventually you graduated, as did jeongin—surprisingly. and as your classmates went into the world, you hoped jeongin would do just the same. you planned on staying in seoul for awhile, having recently gotten a modelling contract with laila magazine. but unfortunately for you, yang jeongin had other plans, ones involving: a yacht, champagne, and a midnight swim.

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001. youre ill

002. you rat

↳ 002.5 my first sober kiss (w)

003. this is actually disgusting

004. say less

↳ 004.5 it’s not a fight without snacks

005. your big baby?

006. hyunjin is majestic

007. why is he in the bath?

↳ 007.5 that man is whipped

008. idk why he refuses to smile

↳ 008.5 did you leave the ac on? (w)

009. homeless french cats

010. what does lee know?

011. roaches take this?

↳ 011.5 is he crying?

012. baby girl are you dumb?

↳ 012.5 look at my lawyer dawg i’m going to jail

013. honey face pookie bear is kinda crazy ngl

↳ 013.5 kicks a child?!?

014. i’m so dumb, pathetic, stupid, insane, crazy, idiotic, etc…

015. my ovaries are sobbing

↳ 015.5 NAH CUS WHY HE LOOK SO FIIIINEEE

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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m’here to share my nagi thoughts wif u ⭐️ these r a mix of nsfw and fluff so apologiez for da whiplash hehe ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

001. nagi loves when you sit on his lap while he’s gaming, whether you’re cockwarming him or just sitting on top of him. it provides him warmth nd comfort, reminding him he isn’t alone. when he gets frustrated in losing, he loves when you kiss at his neck to calm him down or the latter in which he turns cockwarming into rutting into you to let off steam !

002. wear ! his ! jersey ! nothing makes him happier than seeing you with his name on your back ! he’d personally get you an official one that he signs so whenever people look @ you they KNOW ! it satiates this little feeling of possessiveness in him especially since he knows his teammates ogle at you every chance they get. also fact : he likes to fuck you in his jersey ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

003. despite his lazy nature , he is entirely different in bed me thinks . . . yeah the lazy aspect feeds into it but there are times where he uses it to his advantage . im talking slow deep thrusts that have your eyes rolling back and he WHIMPERS ! i can testify to that . . . he moans and he whimpers . “feel s’ good” “wanna stay inside of you” , he can be more or less vocal at times and the things he says alone can make you cum

004. loves receiving <3 yummy ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა . . . he never directly asks you to do it but he hints at it in subtle ways like kissing at your neck nd rolling his hips against you . he doesn’t even ask for much either, he lets you set the pace . he will still let you know how good you’re doing and how pretty you look for him. (he has a thing for cumming on your boobs, he loves boobs its serious for him)

IM LITERALLY GOING TO LOSEEEEE MY MINDDDD !!!!!

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, mdni 18+, creampies, sleepy sex afab!reader.

nagi and lazy sex have consumed my soul ?? + receiving hello!! because he’d just want you on top of him :(( wrapping his big arms around your waist and keeping you anchored on his cock while you slowly grind up and down.

n yeah it’s you doing most of the work but he likes when you use him to get off and how your face twists when his tip hits that special spot — every once in a while nagi will ever so slightly jut his hips up n have to hold back on cumming because of the way you whimper out ‘seishiro’ so breathlessly shoots straight to his big boy dick sniff :((

oh and and he loves the weight of you against him, pushing his cock upwards into your slick walls when you sink back down. he’ll have a large hand on the small of your back to keep you on him and just kiss your neck n bite your shoulder — anything to hear your voice really. seishiro just letting out tiny whimpers as he fucks his load up into you, making sure it sticks and shuddering when he feels it run down is shaft along with your orgasm. cries and even though you always (or mostly) make him cum first he always makes sure you’re not left behind, working a thumb into your clit sobs.

BUT OOO :( after your done he always makes you wear his jersey so you’re comfy n it makes his heart do backflips because you’re covered in him ( and stuffed but shhh ). you’ll be making lemon tea and snacks for you both afterwards ‘n he wraps his arms around you from behind, head tucked into your shoulder like

“don’t wear anythin’ else from now on. only wanna see you in my stuff.”

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thedivineart · 2 years

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PICK A CARD READING: MESSAGE FROM YOUR INNER SELF [ daily messages series reading ]

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DANCE

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remove your cute shoes or sandals and move your glorious body along with your favorite music.make sure to sweat your prayers and twirl that your intentions are good and every cell of your body will dance in bliss.exercise is very important to your body as a healthy eating too,shake and keep away your stress and negative emotions with yourself alone,friends or your passionate partne.dance all you can until your heart becomes happier.

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IT'S TIME TO STOP PROCRASTINATING

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you think all of your current responsibilities and obligations can't be set aside.hold up and listen,the solution and prosperity you've been looking requires some action.don't listen to other people says to you,just believe in yourself,your inner self.the delay on what you do now are causes of your fear in your soul that you think you can't.you'll be so happy and proud for yourself when you take a risk.

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ADVENTURE AWAITS

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break up with all of your routine and habits and live life the fullest and it's time for some adventure in life,take a vacation,go on unplanned drive or changing a pace and scenery will be sounds great.plus,you never knew what you will going to expirience along the way in your adventure,you can possibly meet new people in your new adventure-your could have a passionate love and a fabulous friend or have a yummy meal at your local.the visit of once in a life will leave a mark in your heart.

Hello my lovely beautiful people,thank you so much for reading your inner self energy,hope you all have a nice day babyeee😄

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whoschr · 9 months

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HURT — a heeseung smau

002 || tennis ball + written 0.4k

⭐️🫧 in which losing a bet pushes you to the door of consequences with the school’s playboy, LEE HEESEUNG. “Ask him out to one of the biggest events at school.” Sadies. Does everything just stop here though, or does it all become tied with luv?

mlist ⇔ next ⇔ previous

The sun shines brightly on the tennis court, almost blinding you, but the black visor on your head helps to block out the glare.

"Wow, you're so good, Yn."

"I am on the varsity tennis team, Dani."

As you played with Danielle, your love for the sport became more evident with each racket swing. However, your grip was so tight that the ball accelerated too quickly, prompting Danielle to ask you to take it easy on her.

The game was all well until Danielle hit the ball hard in an attempt to score her first points, causing it to fly over the fence surrounding the tennis court.

Just as you were about to leave to obtain the ball, a group of guys walked by the tennis courts.

"Be careful!" You shouted a warning as the boy who had taken a few steps ahead of the others was slowly approaching the area where the ball was about to land.

As you slowly opened the gate to the tennis court, the boy made eye contact with you.

As you approached him, you did nothing but notice his striking facial features. He stood tall and had the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen on a guy. His eyes were large and doe-like as if they could contain the entire universe if they were able to.

At first, you struggled to recognize him, but something about his appearance felt familiar. After taking a moment to think, his name finally came to you: Lee Heeseung.

After grabbing the tennis ball, you suddenly stepped back a few paces upon realizing the truth. He was known as the playboy at school, and anyone associated with him did not have a good reputation.

"I am sorry about that. My friend got a bit too competitive during our tennis game."

"No worries, Yn."

As you hurriedly scurried back to the tennis courts, you did nothing but notice that he was still looking at you. Once you reached Danielle, you stood facing her, trying to conceal your face.

“Has the guy outside the gate left?" you demanded.

"Who, him?" Dani retorted.

"No, he's still there. What's the issue?"

"I've seen LEE HEESEUNG staring at me for the last minute. It's unsettling me."

— HEESEUNG’s POV —

"Hey Heeseung, we should leave now or we might arrive late," said jay.

"I'm all set, let's go," replied Heeseung.

"Woah, she's so.."

Suddenly, Jay interrupted abruptly by tugging at Heeseung's arm, causing him to stop speaking halfway.

— YOUR POV —

"Has he left, Dani?"

"Yes, he left."

—CHAE NOTE. its been a while ! ive been spending my last weeks of holiday with my fam before school starts :// hopefully i won’t take long to update again

C PTLIST. @yenqa @zaannnaaaa @kpopstanmeg @flwoie @vivkiz-deactivated20230721 @redm4ri @teddywonss @felixinameadowandthesuniswarm @y4wnjunz

🎀!? smau tlist. @imhuh @rikisly @nxtsnw @ghostiiess @latriii @flwrshee @staryyeon @kjrcrz @heart4hees @ashy1um @deobitifull @yeomha @luvistqrzzz @nomniki @aernx @tzyuki @kissezfornamjoon @heeswif3y @jiaant11 @yunjinluv7 @ckline35 @felixinameadowandthesuniswarm @lalalalawon @enhastolemyheart @solstramaii @rodygr @hyuckscore @aylin-hijabi @loveliii @jyndre

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shoyoist · 2 years

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— 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 !!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀IN CELEBRATION OF HINATA SHOYO'S BIRTHDAY, i bring to you, a birthday event starting 21st June (and ending whenever i'm able to get the last post out), featuring the one and only love of my life, and his friends!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and his friends? yes, because it's not only shoyo's birthday month, but also pride month — therefore, each one-shot in this event features shoyo and one of his friends. EVERYBODY LOVES THE SUN. hence, everybody wants to get a taste of my sunshine <3

in extension, the one-shots included in this mini series will all include group sex. therefore, this is a nsfw series, and minors are not allowed to interact. + separate content warnings will be applied and tagged for each post included in the event.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i'm posting this event on 21st June, since it's his birthday — but there's no set deadline, because i want this to be easy for myself. i'll post the one-shots through the rest of June and through July, and i'll be doing it at my own pace.

TAG LIST FORM.

— 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎? 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎'𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃. 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊? 𝐌𝐇𝐌, 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎.

☏ 001. "KAGEYAMA, we want you to come over for the night!"

☏ 002. "you'd look so cute like that, YACHI!"

☏ 003. "go on, BOKUTO, show us how good you are!"

☏ 004. "please, SAKUSA? just a one time thing."

☏ 005. "be a good senpai & help us out, ATSUMU!"

☏ 006. "it'll be so fun, don't you think, SAEKO?"

☏ 007. "wanna give everyone a show, baby?"

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jinnify · 1 year

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mixtape: on track 𓆩⟡𓆪 l.mh + h.hy

synopsis. new girl yn had felt the need to stay under the radar ever since she arrived at yonsei uni. the last thing she needed at the start of a new semester was drama. that was until she met minho, and hyunjin had a problem with it.

pairing. hyunjin x yn. lee know x yn. slight hyunjin x jeongin. yn x ot8 [platonic]. bff!yunjin x yn [platonic]

genre. smau. college life. crack. fluff. eventual angst.

warnings. cursing. kys/kms jokes. crude language. angst. frequent dialogue heavy, written chapters. pacing is wonky probably. shitty humor. this is a love triangle.

status. discontinued.

started. june 10. discontinued. october 12.

taglist. open; send ask with anon off to be added.

NOTE. u can ignore the timestamps bc im usually up at 3 am making these lmao. im going to use kazuha as yn's face claim (bc im in love w her) but feel free to ignore it.

profiles.

charlie's angels fight club

chapters.

001 002 003 004 005 006 007 008 009 010 011

bonus.

001 _ charlie's angels instagrams

002 _ unforgiven girls

003 _ teasers

004 _ felix ur scaring the hoes

#≡📹- ꒰ m:ot ꒱#stray kids #stray kids smau #stray kids fluff #stray kids crack #stray kids angst #stray kids x reader #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids minho #📁 stray kids: ot8

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oboetemasuka · 1 month

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Scouting

(An “Order of Attack” side story)

Kotoko plans and delivers her attacks.

(cw for violence; the attack on Amane goes a little farther before cutting away)

Kotoko studied her annotated map of the panopticon. She was at the end of the clockwise trail. The optimal path would be along the circle in either direction, but she would have to account for all the forgiven prisoners in the way. Kazui and Shidou would not agree with her ideals of justice. Yuno was estranged from the group but would probably act if she realized Kotoko was up to something. Haruka and Muu were always together, but they would probably raise a storm if they heard anything. So she had to make sure all of them were out.

As for her targets, she figured Mikoto was the wild card, the one she needed to plan around. She could attack him first, but Amane was adjacent to him, and Amane might run and tell somebody if things were much louder than usual in the next cell over.

Or Mikoto could go last, and Kotoko could conserve her energy for him in case he managed to fight back. But if he heard her attacking Amane in the next cell over, who knew how he would react? At least he was less likely to run off for help, she figured.

Wait, why was Amane in the plan of attack again?

Because she committed an unforgivable murder, obviously. She won't get off easy just because she's a child.

Kotoko checked her weapons. Brass knuckles and a retractable nightstick, both easily concealed until she reached her destination so as not to draw suspicion. Nondescript steel-toed boots for good measure.

To survey the cells, she just had to walk in the opposite direction of her plan. 009. Making a racket as usual. Probably not alert to his surroundings. 008. Quiet, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. 007. Certainly empty. 006. Absentmindedly pacing and humming. 005 and 004. Nothing there. 003. Swearing and kicking at the furniture. At least that's what it sounded like. 002. Empty. And for good measure, 001 as well.

Kotoko stood in front of Fuuta's cell. He was the farthest from everyone, but she still had to make sure the attack went without the hitch.

Wait, what was she doing again? This man, just the same age as her, had a strong sense of justice like her but lacked the courage or strength to back it up. And yet he was declared unforgiven. What could he have done to receive this verdict?

Probably preyed on someone weaker than him. Like a coward. I can't let him off for that.

She slammed the door open. "Kajiyama Fuuta, Milgram has judged you guilty-"

"What the hell are you doing here?" he interrupted.

Kotoko wasted no time knocking the wind out of him. She had to make sure not to knock him out though, or else he wouldn't learn the rest of his lesson. As he gasped for air, she finished her speech and began her attack in full.

...

That felt so good.

Kotoko looked down at the mess at her feet. He wasn't dead, was he? She had half a mind to make sure he got the medical attention he needed, but she reminded herself not to get distracted. She still had three prisoners to deal with.

"Be glad you got off this easy," she whispered to Fuuta. "If not for the three-trial system, this wouldn't have been the end of it."

But was she really talking to him? He wouldn't hear her. Who was she really talking to?

Just then, the cell door slammed shut. When did it open in the first place? Kotoko looked over her shoulder to find Amane sitting just out of the door's range, staring wide-eyed in terror. Oh. She must have been doing rounds with the other unforgiven prisoners. Kotoko forgot about that when planning. At least this would save her a trip and the trouble of dealing with Mikoto.

"Momose Amane. I didn't expect you to come to me. We can start this early."

Kotoko brandished the nightstick and stalked towards Amane. She expected Amane to scream, but Amane just stared back silently, eyes flitting between Kotoko and the mess behind her. A hint of pleading in her eyes. Lips quivering, struggling to get any words out.

She looked so much like that girl.

Kotoko had half a mind to drop her weapon and kneel down next to Amane and unfasten her bindings and whisper, It's okay. You're safe here. Don't worry about that man back there. I won't hurt you.

But the thought barely lasted a second before it was overwritten. Amane was not a weak, helpless girl. She had been brought to Milgram for murder, and it was judged unjustifiable. Who knows what she did and how she pulled it off? If Kotoko were to let her guard down and free Amane, who knew what attacks she'd be opening herself up to?

Amane finally screamed when the first blow connected, but Kotoko had to cut it off quickly. She couldn't let herself get distracted from justice any longer, and she couldn't let anyone else get in the way.

Next thing she knew, she was locked in a brawl with Mikoto. Or whoever it was screaming profanities and shoving her while she tried to get another hit in. So much for him being "out of the way".

But honestly, Kotoko was glad she could fight with no regrets. Mikoto was the perfect target. She had seen him beat up the warden first-hand. An evil being who thrashes the weak without a second thought, with impunity, roaming freely? This was exactly the person she could direct her rage onto. Every strike she delivered was filled with double the fury, double the force, to make up for her past hesitation.

She didn't catch the door opening and closing a third time until she felt a sharp jab in the gut. Kazui. How did he know to be here? How many others were on the way? While Mikoto retreated to a corner, Kotoko stumbled out of the cell and crashed into Shidou. She got to her feet and stormed off, hoping nobody paid any mind to her indignity.

With much of the prison's physical strength preoccupied, Kotoko found herself free to finish the job. Sure, she was a bit winded from the fight, but that shouldn't be much of a problem when dealing with Mahiru.

Sweet, bubbly Mahiru. Well, the "bubbly" part was fizzling out. It seemed the verdict was taking its toll on her. But what had she done that the warden found unforgivable? All she ever did was yap on about love and being the perfect woman. Could Kotoko attack someone so kind and compassionate?

…Of course she could. She hadn't spared Amane. She certainly wasn't going to spare a grown woman who had committed a horribly unjustifiable murder. Appearances could be deceiving. This could all just be a front.

But when she kicked the door open, she found that Mahiru's cell was empty. See where that hesitation got her. Justice thwarted, half-delivered.

#TL;DR “Are you sure you want to attack them?” “Yes I'm sure”#milgram #kotoko yuzuriha #fuuta kajiyama #amane momose #mikoto kayano #john milgram #bad things happen to amane #canon typical violence

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yoonia · 1 year

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cinnamon bliss ● bonus chapter ● 002: mistletoe kisses

➬ Subtitle | Cinnamon Bliss: bonus chapter 002 — mistletoe kisses

➬ Summary | Christmas comes early this year in Cinnamon Bliss, and you welcome its warmth with open arms, just as you had welcomed the new presence of love in your life. For the first time after so long, you no longer feel the cold despair of winter piercing through your heart. Not when he fills the void and all the crevices with his warm love. This year, you promise to be nice to him and return the favour, only to find that he is determined to make it into this year’s naughty list. And he is going to make sure that you will be there to join him.

↳ Pairings | Seokjin x reader ↳ Genre | Single Dad!Jin, Cafe Owner!reader, Fluff, Smut ↳ Ratings & Warning | +18 / M for Mature; mention of alcohol consumption, mention of past trauma, naughty Seokjin, lots of kissing, making out, minor food play, teasing, explicit smut/sex scenes, including: public sex, sensory play, rough sex, unprotected sex, breast play, breast fondling, groping, clothed foreplay, clothed sex, nipple play/biting, fingering, masturbation (solo, both female and male, minor), clit play, light bondage/restraint, implied creampie ↳ Word count | 10,6k words (I have no idea how this happened, sorry) ↳ Cinnamon Bliss: series masterpost | Main Masterlist ↳ Author/Posting date | @yoonia / Dec 8th, 2022

↳ Author’s note | This piece has been sitting in my draft for a long time. I didn’t want it to waste and I was missing these two a lot after some people keep mentioning the story, so I figured it would be the perfect timing to share it now to celebrate Jin’s birthday (even if it’s a few days late. I’m sorry, Jin). If you’re familiar with my other fics (especially the ones involving Yoongi), you might be able to find the easter egg that I hid within this story. Consider it my surprise gift for you. Have fun reading!

The sound of the cold wind blowing outside of your shop fades just as the front door closes. The jingle sound of the bell hanging above the door as it falls shut seems to echo a bit louder than normal across the seating area before everything falls silent.

In the past, this silence would have felt so deafening that it would bring you nothing but sorrow. The cold winter would have been piercing through your heart right the moment you were left on your own, and it would have become the reason why you were searching for solitude right here in your back kitchen during those winter nights, hoping to find warmth from your running ovens and the joy of creating your baked goods.

But everything is different this year.

The winter no longer brings an empty void in your chest. The warmth surrounding you as you continue working in the kitchen is not the only one that has melted your cold heart for the season. And the smile that had come to your face after your last conversation with Naeun has yet to fade even after she stepped out of the shop moments ago.

For once in your life, you welcome the cold season lightheartedly.

You even find yourself humming as you slowly work on baking, enjoying this serene moment not with a fractured heart, but with one that is filled with hope and warm love instead. You revel in the serene moment as much as you could. It always feels comforting and easy as you move around the kitchen to do your work. The repetitive act you do in the kitchen becomes therapeutic that you always end up losing track of time. That is exactly what you are feeling now, as you move from one oven to another, pulling out the pans filled with freshly baked buns from the running oven before moving to heat up the next one, never once missing a pace as you return to the counter to finish the other tasks. You have one last batch left to bake, and while you let it rest and rise on the counter a bit longer, you carry on to finish the icing for the cake that you had baked earlier with Naeun before you had to let her go so she could enjoy the weekend.

It was a good thing that you had decided to close the shop way before the evening rush would start coming in. It has given you the additional time you needed to do the extra work while giving the girls a chance to have a free night.

You figured it would have only been fair to them as you have your own personal reason to close up the shop much earlier than usual today. It was also the reason why you are still busy in the kitchen once everyone had left, and why you are putting an effort to make these extra last-minute batches of baked goods.

Today is a special day.

So special that it didn’t matter if you had a long, busy day at the shop and encountered a bit rush in the afternoon because of it. The only thing you are feeling now is excitement and joy, while you are also hopeful that you will be able to make someone happy on his special day.

Just as you are putting the final batch of cinnamon rolls into the pre-heated oven, you can hear the jingle sound of the bell from the front door ringing once more. Thinking that it might be Naeun who came back to grab something she may have forgotten, you don’t bother to rush out to see who it is. But as minutes go by and nobody comes walking through the door, you start to grow wary about it.

After making a quick final check on the oven and setting up the timer, you turn away, hurriedly making your way out of the back kitchen while rubbing your hands clean down your waist apron and making sure that your blouse is tidy and presentable. You make haste, worrying that a customer may have failed to notice the ‘close’ sign or that one of the waitresses had forgotten to put up the sign and lock the doors on their way out.

“Hello?” you call out towards the dimly lit room as you cross the room to the front. Yet the moment you recognise the person standing in the seating area, your uneasiness quickly calms down.

It doesn’t matter how much time has passed, your heart still beats like crazy whenever you see him. The love that you feel blooming inside you whenever you look at him almost seems unreal and it doesn’t seem to be fading away anytime soon. Even his whole presence seems almost too good to be true, as he is standing there right in the middle of the room, surrounded by nothing but empty seats and tables. The main lights in the shop have been turned off when everyone else left the shop. Yet the room isn’t left completely dark, still illuminated by the lights coming from outside and from the display counter that you had left on, added with the sparkles coming from the decorations that the girls had put up since winter came.

Still busy looking around him with eyes full of awe, Seokjin has yet to notice you there, completely oblivious to how easily he takes your breath away simply by watching him in complete silence.

Just as you come around the display counter, he finally turns to notice you and smiles. “Isn’t it a bit too early for Christmas?” he asks you while pointing at the decoration hanging on the walls and the large windows, filling your modest shop with lavish colours to bring in the holiday festive mood.

Laughing softly, you can only shrug as you walk over to him. “Have you seen the other shops around us? They already started putting up decorations since the last week of November to draw more customers. The entire block looks like Christmas town,” you tell him with your hand waving around, pointing at all the decorations around you which he was marvelling at. “The girls got jealous after seeing all the other shops looking all fancy and joyful for the holiday season, so Naeun insisted that we join them and light up the place too. They seemed so excited about it, so what else could I do? They did get a bit carried away for a bit, though. I barely managed to stop them from bringing in a massive tree and got them to choose a smaller one.”

The entire time you were talking, never once did Seokjin look away from you. His eyes are warm when he smiles and says, “The place looks lovely. I think they did a great job changing things up. Not too fancy, but joyful enough for winter.”

Seokjin turns to take another look at the seating area. A smile appears on his face just as his eyes fall on the corner seat that he and Soojin have been frequently using ever since they first came into the shop. Following his gaze, your heart flutters, just like how it always does when you catch the sight of that special seat, as you are always reminded of your own beautiful memory of how your friendship bloomed into the deep bond that you have today.

Even the way he looks tonight reminds you of your first encounter, making your heart flutter when you look at him again. The winter outside has yet to reach its peak. Yet while he is not wearing his long winter coat just yet, the short black winter jacket he is wearing still reminds you of the long black coat that he was wearing the first day he came through that door.

The dust of snow clinging to his broad shoulders and the hem of his jacket, the way he tugs on the jacket when he pushes his hand into its pocket, and how the jacket makes him appear stronger and taller as it fits perfectly on his body—the sight brings you back to the moment he first stood came into your shop with his daughter in his arms with the dust of snow clinging on his dark coat. You look down at the buttoned-up shirt that he is wearing underneath his jacket, partly covered by the hand-knitted scarves he is wearing around his neck, and remember that he has just gotten out of the office before coming here.

Just about an hour later than usual, you realise, and you cannot help but smile when you think about the reason why.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I thought we were planning to meet at your parents’ place?” you ask him once he is done marvelling at the place, reminding him of the original plan that you had made with him earlier this afternoon.

As today is his special day, his parents had arranged a birthday dinner for him and invited you to come along to celebrate together. It has been months since you started officially dating, and Seokjin has always been open with his family about your relationship since day one. The fact that Soojin has always talked about you whenever she was spending time with her grandparents had only added to their curiosity even further that it didn’t take long before he finally took you home to meet them.

Ever since the first meeting, his family welcomed you with open arms. The baked goods that you brought them on that first family dinner certainly helped melt the ice while Seokjin was introducing you to everyone, but it was Soojin who did all the work to let everyone in the room know how special you were to her. The memory of that first meeting brings a smile to your face each time it comes back to you, and all the nerves that you may have felt about meeting them again tonight simply fade into hope.

Seokjin pulls his hand out of his pocket to take your hand in his, bringing your attention back to him. “I just couldn’t wait to see you,” he says with a shrug, making you smile even wider. He has always been honest about his thoughts and feelings, and he seems to enjoy making your heart flutter by doing so. “And the surprise party ended earlier than I had thought it would. The managers probably worried about having to pay overtime if anyone stayed longer.”

You smile at him just as he mentioned the office party. It was a little over an hour before he was supposed to leave work when he called, sounding completely bewildered as he told you about the surprise party that his co-workers were giving him to celebrate his birthday. “It was so nice of them to throw a party for you.”

He grins. “It was a nice surprise. Too bad you couldn’t be there, though,” he playfully whines while pouting. During his call earlier, while he was telling you that he might be getting off late from the office due to the party, his friends had urged him to invite you to join them. Even his friend, Jaehwan, had offered to pick you up from the shop. But with the plan of closing business early, the shop became extremely busy during rush hour that you couldn’t easily get away.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” you tell him while smiling apologetically to him. “The moment we put up an announcement that we’re closing a few hours earlier than we normally would, we immediately got a long line of people buying stuff to take home all afternoon. The shop got so busy that we all got our hands full. I was lucky enough that I still got a chance to sneak out and pick up Soojin at the school on time.”

“Oh, right. I’m sorry for giving you so much trouble today,” he groans, only remembering now that you had taken care of his daughter while he was also busy at work. For the past month, due to his work getting extremely busy towards the end of the year, both of you have been taking turns picking up Soojin. She would later either spend the rest of the afternoon waiting for her father to finish work at her grandparents’ or at your shop whenever business isn’t too crowded. It takes a lot of adjusting to do on your part to juggle between managing the bakery and caring for her, but you have always enjoyed spending every moment you have shared with her that you have no complaints about it at all.

That’s why you only wave him off. “It was nothing. Though she did try to argue with me and begged to come back with me to the shop instead of going straight to her grandparents,” you tell him, laughing softly when you remember Soojin sulking a little when you refused to let her stay with you. It’s even more adorable to think about it now, realising now that she looks just like her father when she was pouting her lips while arguing with you. “It took a lot of convincing until she finally gave in. Though it might have had something to do with the oatmeal cookies I brought with me to bribe her.”

“Thank you for putting up with my spoiled girl,” he says, chuckling softly as he imagines you dealing with his little girl. He has always admitted that Soojin can be a handful sometimes, despite being a bit more mature for her age, but you have always put up with her so many times that Seokjin is always left in awe. There is a hint of admiration in his eyes when he puts his arms around your waist, pulling you to him. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me out with her today. And also for tonight. You’re still busy finishing up?”

You nod a little while hiding your face from him. He draws out this reaction from you so easily regardless of how many times he does it. All he has to do is look at you with those sweet, attentive eyes, and your cheeks would grow warm, your chest would flutter, rarely could you ever hide it from him that he would do it more deliberately just to make it last longer for him to enjoy.

“Just one more batch to finish up before we can head out. Naeun helped me finish more than half of what needed to be done before she left so I got a lot of them covered.” You smile as you recall nearly pushing Naeun away when she had insisted to stay and help. But you had been so determined to give her the break she needed and handle everything on your own that you didn’t give in. You didn’t mind the extra work either when you had every intention to do something nice for the birthday boy, something that he deserves to have for being an amazing lover to you and a great dad for Soojin. At least, that was your intention when you first offered to make the birthday cake yourself rather than have his mother buy one for him.

The additional cinnamon bread rolls that you have been making on the side, however, had more to do with Soojin’s special wish.

Looking up at him, a naughty thought comes to mind, something to pay him back for getting you all flustered by his subtle gestures. Leaning in, you playfully run a finger down his chest and murmur softly, “It’s a lot of hard work, especially after all the rush we’ve gotten today. But I can think of ways for you to make it up for me.”

“Is that so? Hmmm, I think I might have a good idea where to start,” he asks you with a smirk on his face, showing you the opposite reaction to what you had intended. With a mischievous smile on his face, he takes a step backwards, tugging you along with him until you are pressed to his chest when he suddenly points up above his head. “Oh, look. A mistletoe. What a coincidence.”

You look up, noticing the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, perfectly placed right above your head. You roll your eyes and laugh. “I guess that means I get to win a kiss?”

“I don’t mind it,” he says, grinning. “And I do owe you one already for being such an amazing girlfriend.”

Immediately, your face grows hot yet again thanks to his compliment. You don’t even get the chance to dwell on it when Seokjin leans in to kiss your lips softly. His lips feel warm and velvety against yours, something that has always become the reason why you love kissing him so much. But the moment your lips mesh together and you feel his tongue licking out to graze yours in an open-mouthed kiss, you find an acquired taste lingering there.

“Hmmm…rum,” you hum softly against his lips the moment you come apart, and you feel him smiling just before he steals one last chaste kiss from you.

With a soft chuckle, Seokjin pulls away. “Apparently, the company’s rules about alcohol prohibition don’t apply when someone at the office was having a birthday and everyone was celebrating,” he jokingly says, and you quickly find that the taste of alcohol and rum on his lips and tongue are not the only things he had gotten from his party. Now that you are able to look at him up close, you finally notice all the things that the dim light around him had failed to show you.

He may have seemed put together at one glance, but being this close allows you to see his eyes—the glossy look he is giving you, the bedroom eyes that would only appear when he is slightly inebriated, his crooked smile, and the way he sways a little under your weight when you lean further into his chest.

No wonder he’s been awfully playful and flirty since he got here, you wonder, only now seeing through his effort to hide his tipsiness from you.

Resisting a smile, you playfully pout at him. “Aw, too bad,” you release a dramatic sigh. “And I was hoping that you can lend me a hand so we can speed things up and leave quickly.”

Laughing, Seokjin tries to tickle you, knowing that you’re just teasing him. “Hey! I’m not drunk. I only had a couple of shots. Just let me burn the alcohol for a few minutes and I’ll help you with anything you need.”

“Fine. I was just teasing you.” You lift yourself up on your tiptoes to kiss the corner of his lips, and that is when a sudden chill runs through your veins. You quickly glance over his shoulder, looking far out the front window to search for his car. Dread overcomes you at the thought of him driving by himself all the way here after having a few drinks. The faint memory of your past accident comes flashing through your mind. The images vanish in a blink of an eye, yet the awful feeling lingers in your chest.

As if he knows what you are thinking as you grow tense in his arms, Seokjin brushes a thumb across your cheek, drawing your attention back to him.

“Baby, hey—look at me.” It takes a moment, but you draw a deep breath and finally focus on him again. “I didn’t drive here, if that’s what you’re worried about. I didn’t have that much to drink, but I still figured I shouldn’t drive. Jaehwan drove me here.”

With a sigh of relief, you slowly calm down. “That’s—good. Wonderful.” You smile at him. “So how are we supposed to go to your parent's house?”

“I was thinking that we can call a cab, or order an Uber. That’s also why I decided to have him drop me here. If we were both going there by taxi or Uber anyway, why not ride together?” he points out, drawing a smile to your face.

“Oh, you’re probably right. And it is good that you’re here, actually. I would’ve needed some extra hands, not just to finish the final baking and packing things up, but also to carry your birthday cake and a couple of batches of cinnamon rolls that I’m bringing in for dessert.”

Seokjin raises his eyebrows. “Sweet bread for dinner, huh?” he asks, and all you need to do is nod your head before it finally dawns on him. “Ah, Soojin’s request?”

You cannot help but smile as you think about that sweet girl, and how she was practically begging you to bring in her favourite bread rolls tonight. “She said that everyone wanted to try the cinnamon rolls that she loves so much.”

“Uh-hum, and who is this ‘everyone’ we’re talking about?”

Your grin widens as you recall her exact words, listing all the people that Soojin had been hard selling your cinnamon dessert to, “Her cousins, her uncle and aunt, Granddaddy and Grammy, and she was sure that Daddy would love to have some right after dinner.”

Seokjin can only shake his head. “I’m sorry. She’s been hard selling your baked goods whenever she’s with her grandparents,” he chuckles softly, and then his gaze turns warm when he says, “But I think my little princess has gotten you wrapped around her pretty little fingers to make it so easy for you to grant her wishes.”

Thinking about Soojin, your chest is immediately filled with warmth and a deep kind of love that almost matches the one you have for him. “She certainly has,” you whisper. “Since day one.”

Moments later, Seokjin joins you in the back kitchen.

You had just finished icing his birthday cake and all you need to do is to place it in the box that you had prepared. While you are working on this, you had sat Seokjin down on the other side of the work counter where he could sit down with his hot chocolate—which he had sneakily added a few drops of rum into as his birthday treat—so he wouldn’t be able to take a sneak peek of the special surprise that you have added onto his cake.

“Are you sure you don’t need my help for that?” you hear him asking teasingly, yet you keep your eyes on the cake, making sure to be careful with it to not ruin the result of your hard work. Once the cake is perfectly secured in the box, you clap your hands together and proudly cheer,

“Done! See? I’m good at this.”

“Alright, I shouldn’t have doubted you,” he laughs while raising his hands up. As you gently place the box of cake together with the other boxes you finished packing up, Seokjin takes the time to look around. You see a grin on his face when you return to him. “This reminds me of back in summer, back on Soojin’s birthday. Do you remember?”

You raise your eyebrows at his question, wondering what he means by it. Though it only takes a glimpse at the mirth dancing in his gaze for the memories of that summer to return to you.

Once again, your face heats up, but for a reason this time, as you remember what had happened then. It was Soojin’s birthday in the summer, and you had both decided to throw a small party. The idea to surprise her with a special cake which was made by the two of you had come from Seokjin. He came to your apartment for a quick baking lesson on your day off, hoping that the privacy of your home would make him feel more comfortable to learn rather than have him come to the shop.

It was a good day, both of you had been in good spirits, feeling joyful and excited as you showed him all the steps and he was following them so easily. Until things took a swift turn. It had started with him being playful, making a mess here and there as he teased you with the flour and cream and spilled them to your skin and his body instead of the mixing bowl. The messy event had then led you to take a shower to clean up and, of course, he was there to join you to ‘help out.’ Just as your mind flies back to what happened right after that moment, your head spins and not only your face begins to heat up, your body is beginning to feel the same way.

Trying to hide your reaction, you turn away from him and pay more attention to the last running oven still baking the last pan of bread rolls. You still have your eyes on the timer when he slinks away to get behind you, and you don’t notice him there until he suddenly comes a bit too close to your back.

“What’s next? What else are you still working on?” he asks, surprising you with his hands on your shoulders. You jump in the spot and gasp, quickly laughing to cover it up. Turns out that getting your mind in the gutter is enough to make your body grow sensitive to his touch.

“Um—all we need is to wait for this one to finish baking. We still have about thirty to forty minutes left before it’s done,” you tell him while keeping your eyes on the oven and silently hoping that your heartbeat would start to calm down before he notices anything.

Instead of walking away, Seokjin remains where he is and moves his hand down to your waist. While you are busy trying to stay calm, he lifts his other hand to look at his watch and comments, “Well, we have about an hour before dinner starts so we have enough time. Did you say something about cleaning up before leaving? Want me to help?”

You look over your shoulder and smile at him. “You’re getting bored back here, aren’t you?”

“Guilty,” he says, grinning. “I feel like I’d be more useful if I’m doing something, but you didn’t even let me help.”

You turn and gently smack his chest jokingly. “I told you, you’re not supposed to see the cake until later,” you remind him, biting your lips when you think about the writings you put on the top of the cake.

‘Happy Birthday, Daddy of the Year.’

It sounds so innocent when anyone would think of the message as something that comes from Soojin. But knowing him, it wouldn’t be surprising if he reads ‘Daddy’ with a double entendre, especially once he sees the wink and heart symbol following the message.

Clearing your throat before you start laughing, you point at the boxes of cinnamon rolls that are ready to be taken away. “You’re welcome to help me carry the boxes later. It doesn’t seem much but it’s quite heavy once the boxes are full. I’m adding this extra batch because I ran out of Soojin’s favourite when we were closing.”

Looking away from the boxes of cake and dessert, you grimace at the sight of the work counter behind you and Seokjin, noticing the mess that you have created in your rush. The counter’s surface is half covered with flour, powdered sugar, and a dust of cinnamon powder that had been left behind from all the preparation and baking process. You have put away all the boxes of ingredients and unused baking pans back in the cabinets, yet you have yet to clear away the used piping bags, the empty containers and the leftover parchment papers still piling on the corner of the counter. Sighing, you nod and murmur almost to yourself, “Yeah, you’re right. Cleaning this place up also sounds like a good idea.”

Seeing that you don’t have much time to waste, you move to start putting away the trash and wash all the used pans while Seokjin goes on to wipe the counter clean. For a brief moment, you manage to work together to tidy up the place in silence. Yet it doesn’t take long before Seokjin returns to his mischievous ways and starts trying to grab your attention again.

You are in the middle of setting aside the cleaned pans when he turns to you, shaking the rag he has been using to clean and letting the dust of flour drop into the sink. All the flour had gotten to his hands that they turned white, yet he doesn’t seem to mind it at all. In fact, he seems amused for some reason as he looks down at his dirty hands with a smile on his face. It’s a good thing that he had put away his jacket and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, keeping his clothes away from all the powder coating his skin. Yet this look seems to stir something inside you, when your stomach flutters seeing how casual he looks while being around you.

“This takes us back to that time, doesn’t it?” he asks while waving his fingers at you, and trying to reach out to spread the flour in his hands to your skin.

“Are you talking about that again?” You laugh at him and try to avoid his touch, though it doesn’t stop him from diving forward and blowing the flour towards you. You try to escape, only for him to scoop the nearest layer of powder on the counter which he has yet to wipe clean. “Stop it. You’re supposed to be cleaning this up instead of making more mess out of it.”

Laughing at his antics, you fail to dodge him when he suddenly traps you against the counter, stopping you from running away so he could start spreading the flour in his fingers on your face and hair. “Gotcha. Oh, see? Here we are again. You and I, the counter, with flour on our hair and face,” he teases you, throwing the useless rag away and resting his hands on either side of your body, trapping you between him and the counter behind you.

Shaking your head, you can only sigh and wrap your arms around his neck. Both of your faces are pretty much stained with flour now from him playing around. “Should’ve expected that you would be playing with food once Soojin isn’t around.”

Seokjin responds with a soft chuckle. “I’ve been a good influence for my baby girl. But a man should be bad once in a while,” he whispers in a low voice and leans in, ready to kiss your lips. But right as he is about to move, something catches his attention from the corner of his eyes and he looks up, immediately laughing. “And, of course, we also have a mistletoe hanging in the kitchen. Your friend is really keeping the Christmas spirit strong this year, huh?”

You quickly look up. Sure enough, there is a small mistletoe hanging right above your head. Similar to the ones you see at the front shop. Your head falls back as you laugh, picturing Naeun sneaking into the kitchen while everyone else was busy just to put this one up. “We still got a few pieces left when Naeun and the girls were done. She said something about the kitchen looking too plain compared to the seating area. She talked about putting up some here in the back and in the office before she left, but I didn’t know that she had actually done it.”

Chuckling softly, Seokjin leans closer. You don’t even have to read his mind to see what he is up to. “I love how creative your friend is,” he murmurs as his lips come brushing against yours. “Because now I have a good reason to kiss you.”

Before you have any chance to react, he presses his lips on yours, making good of his words to kiss you. This time, however, unlike the kiss that you shared earlier which had been soft and quite innocent when it comes to tipsy Seokjin, this one heats up right the moment your lips make contact with one another. You respond with a light gasp as he deepens the kiss, allowing him to slip his tongue in.

While you let him devour you, his hands move away from the counter to find your hips. Your whole body arches into him when he gives you a tight grip, and then he easily draws out a moan that comes from your throat when his hands and fingers begin to roam around, feeling up the curves of your hips and waist before travelling back down, and down, ending right at the hem of your short skirt that falls merely a few inches away from the under curves of your bottom. He palms the soft flesh of your butt from over your skirt for a brief moment and lets out a deep groan when the tips of his fingers curl beneath it to find your skin.

He breaks off the kiss just then, though he makes no move to pull away. You open your eyes to look up at him only to find him closing his, suddenly looking tense and slightly disturbed. “What’s wrong?” you breathlessly ask him, which only earns another soft groan from him.

Seokjin pulls one hand away and pinches the bridge of his nose, laughing deeply. “Nothing, I just—” he sheepishly says to you. The moment he opens his eyes, there is something in his gaze that makes you feel hot inside. You have no idea why until he continues, “I just had the sudden image of you, standing here, wearing this apron—” he starts, looking down at your body with a sigh, his gaze stops at the waist apron covering your silky skirt. He gently pulls you into his arms and bends down. He starts kissing your neck, pressing soft and gentle kisses as he works his way up to your jaw while whispering, “—and nothing else but this apron.”

You can feel a gasp coming out of you before you can stop it. The sound comes not only from the hot kisses he is giving on your skin, but also from the soft shudders that he brings out of your body. “Hmmm, naughty boy. Is that the rum talking?”

Kissing the area right beneath your earlobe, Seokjin softly laughs, his voice is deep when he says, “Maybe I just want to be naughty this year.”

You have no idea what causes you to react after that. Perhaps it was hearing his naughty words, or perhaps it was the feeling that he is stirring from within you with both his teases and his kisses. Your hand seems to have its own mind as you reach down between you, gently resting your palm on his covered bulge that has been poking at you since he first started pressing his body against yours.

“I can tell,” you whisper to him, sighing softly when your body shudders just by feeling the firm hard-on he is sporting beneath his trousers. Keeping your eyes on him, you begin stroking him from over his pants and he immediately reacts, moaning softly while slowly bucking his hips into your palm.

“Be careful, baby. You might start something,” he complains, yet he makes no move to stop you. Instead, he opens his eyes to look at your face as he continues rocking his hips, while his hands return to your body, palming more aggressively down your skirt until his fingers start brushing the skin underneath.

“You started it first,” you scold him and tease him back by leaning up, pressing your lips on the column of his throat. You can feel him swallowing hard, and his hands holding down firmly on your thighs just as his chest shudders with his deep breath.

“That’s it—” is the last thing you hear from him before he suddenly hoists you up onto the counter. “You asked for it.”

You are completely caught off guard by his sudden move that you can barely react. But that soon changes when he pulls you towards him until you are resting right on the edge of the counter. “How much time do we have again?”

“Not much,” you whisper to him, unable to control your breath when your heartbeat is racing. With your new position, you have your legs spread open, your skirt pulled up nearly to your hips, exposing your still-covered center which allows you to feel the heat brewing between your legs.

“Better make this quick, then,” he quickly says before kissing your neck again. His hands reach around your back, nearly shaking as he tries to untie your apron. “I really don’t want to take this thing off.”

“Then don’t,” you whisper back to him, gently pushing him away. He pulls back immediately, looking at you with wide eyes and slightly disappointed. You realise then that he probably thinks that you are trying to stop him from going further, so you pull up your skirt and the hem of your apron further and pull him back towards you. “Keep them on. There’s not enough time. Just make sure you’re not making a mess of my clothes. I didn’t bring any set of change for dinner.”

Seokjin’s grin returns to his face, and so does the hunger in his eyes as he comes back to you. The next moment, your lips come together in a heated kiss, while his hands roam down your body, feeling you up and touching you from over your clothes. He pulls away from the kiss and starts working his way down, kissing your neck as your head falls back the moment he palms your covered breasts. His lips return to yours as he starts fondling your breasts from over your blouse, before suddenly stopping.

“It’s okay to take these off, right?” he asks you with a shuddering breath as his fingers find the buttons on your blouse and gives them a light pull.

You barely manage to voice out an answer when he starts to gently unbutton your top. His hands are shaking as he is doing it, showing you how much he is holding back from ripping the thing off of you. He finishes quickly and opens your blouse. A gasp slips out of him once his eyes fall on the lacy lingerie top you are wearing underneath.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t tell me you’re wearing this for me,” he breathlessly says, causing you to giggle sheepishly at him.

“I guess you’re opening your birthday gift a bit early,” you whisper to him before biting your lips, loving how your words seem to please him.

Running his hands up your torso, Seokjin bends low. He starts trailing his lips across your collarbone, almost looking like he wants to take his time with you. Until his hands come up to your breasts. He palms your mounds for a moment from over your lacy bra, kneading them gently until your whole body trembles as the heat within you rise to its peak, then he slips his fingers under the lace and tugs the cups down, resting them under the curves of your breasts.

“I’m going to enjoy this as an appetizer,” he murmurs against your skin as he makes his way down. His fingers find your nipples and he starts tweaking them gently, causing your whole body to rock as each bud grows hard under his touch. “Don’t think we’re done once we finish things up here, because we’ll continue this further later once we’re alone so I can take my time with you,” he continues whispering to you between each kiss that he lands on your skin, and then your breath hitches when you feel his lips brushing against your nipple.

“But for now, I’m going to enjoy this as much as I can.” Before he even finishes his words, his mouth captures one nipple, sucking it hard to draw your moans, and then he moves to the other side to do the same thing. He continues, repeating it by going from one side to another without taking a break. He seems to be in a rush, yet doing it unhurriedly at the same time when he works on your breasts, altering between sucking, rolling his tongue, and kissing gently around your sensitive nipples.

While you are overwhelmed with the sensation he is giving you with his mouth and tongue, he moves his hands down, reaching lower, using this chance to slip his hand between your legs. Right as he gives your nipple one light bite, his fingers brush against your covered heat. He easily finds the crevice between your folds and presses against it, drawing your cries of pleasure.

“You’re so wet,” he groans, pulling away from your breast so he could look down. His eyes are burning with clear desire as he watches himself rubbing your pussy through your lacy panties. The more he feels your wetness pooling under his touch, the more he rubs against it. He moves his fingers up and down your pussy until he feels where your clit is hidden and circles around it, and your body responds to him by rocking on the counter, pressing against his touch to ease the pulses you feel rising within you. “Fuck, I love you in this thing. I better get to have a good look of you in it later.”

“Later, I’ll let you see everything,” you moan as you feel him touching right where you need him to. But you still want more. “Touch me, Jin. Please.”

Wasting no time, Seokjin roughly tugs on your lacy panties and pulls them down your legs. The force that he is using to strip you down is not enough to rip the flimsy fabric apart, but it does leave a snap on your skin that seems to trigger something inside you. Something unfamiliar and new. You have no idea what to think of it, but the sensation that it brings onto your body makes you feel curious and excited to explore it further with him.

Later, you remind yourself of his promise to continue further, and your heartbeat picks up just by thinking about it.

Your body shudders, and you are pulled out of your thoughts as Seokjin runs his hands down your exposed thighs. You are still wearing both your skirt and the waist apron, both hiked all the way up to your waist at this point, giving him all the access to look between your legs. The coldness you feel building there becomes the evidence of your arousal, while the heat inside your pussy seems to escalate with each pulse of desire, and it only grows intense when Seokjin’s fingers keep coming close to your center.

He stops just before he could touch your throbbing core and pulls away from you. Your mouth falls open, ready to protest when you lose his touch, yet you are immediately silenced when he begins unbuttoning his shirt.

Time is running out, so you reach out to help him. Within moments he has his shirt open, revealing his bare chest that keeps heaving with his ragged breath. Both his pants and boxers are pushed down to his hips, freeing his hard shaft which appears hard and rigid and highly appetising that you unconsciously start licking your lips at the sight of it. You have never felt so hungry for his taste before, but there is a musky scent that is coming from him as he steps back closer to you which draws out your need. You clench your hands, stopping yourself from reaching out to touch him, yet he beats you to it anyway when he wraps his palm around his girth and begins stroking himself. He slides his hand up and down his length at a slow pace, while reaching out to touch your legs with the other. You still have your eyes locked on the head of his cock, noticing the drop of pre-cum that comes seeping from its slit, just as his fingers begin tracing a circle pattern right on the apex of your thigh.

“Spread your legs wider for me, baby,” he groans as he continues stroking his cock. His eyes look deep and sharp, and you can recognise his desire, his hunger, only that he isn’t hungry for any of the desserts that you have finished baking around you.

You do as he told, completely entranced with the way he is running his fingers on your skin. His hand moves down, tracing the side of your thigh before working its way to your back. He gently slides the bottom of your skirt upward and palms your bare bottom, pressing gently until you arch into his touch.

His big hand feels perfect against your skin. You revel in his touch as he guides you to lift your hips up from the counter, opening yourself up for him as he takes a step closer, positioning himself right between your parted legs. Giving himself a few more strokes, he then starts rubbing the thick head of his cock on your pussy.

“This is going to be fast, baby,” he mutters, his voice coming out so deep and low that the sound of your blood pumping through your head almost drowns his words. Nodding your head, you slide your fingers between your folds, making sure that you are wet enough and ready for him as he slowly aligns himself right at your pussy.

Your body shivers as he slides his cock between your folds, quickly replacing your fingers right after you move your hand away, and he begins sliding his cock up and down your slit, stroking against your wetness. With each stroke, you begin to anticipate that he would find your entrance and push his way inside you, except that he is choosing to make you wait rather than going straight into it. He brushes his cock against your clit, and your hips rise up from the counter, pushing into him.

“Jin, please. Fuck me, baby. I can’t wait any longer,” you start whining, all while rocking your hips on the counter, desperate to have him inside you.

“Who’s the naughty one now?” he gently mocks you, though he soon complies with your request.

He bucks his hips, and you feel him pressing his cock right at your entrance. With one hand holding your thigh open for him, he slowly pushes forward, sliding his cock into you and slowly burying himself inch by delicate inch. You gasp at the feeling of him filling you up, of your muscles getting stretched out as his thick cock invades your tight pussy walls. Once he has about half of his length buried inside you, Seokjin rocks his hips and pushes the rest of the way in with one hard push, drawing a sharp cry from you.

He waits until the tight pulses of your walls pressing around him begin to calm before he begins moving, going in and out of you with slow strokes. You look down, watching how his cock smoothly slides into you, disappearing between your folds and feeling him reaching deeper, all the way to the hilt of your pussy. You feel like you are in heaven when he keeps brushing and grazing all the right spots, his girth fitting perfectly well inside you. With your legs hanging around his waist, you take every thrust, every hard push, until the sparks you are feeling inside you grows more intense.

He pulls one hand back, only to return to touch your bare breast. Your head falls back when he begins to palm your mound, gently kneading your soft flesh almost simultaneously together with each thrust he gives into you. The sensation engulfing you starts becoming too much to handle as he plays with your breasts, teasing and rubbing them, while you take his pounding like a good girl.

“Keep your eyes open for me, baby,” he groans, drawing your focus to him. Opening your eyes, you watch him as he bends down, capturing your nipple into his mouth. Your face heats up as he begins rolling his tongue around your nipple, moving one side to another to give both breasts fair treatment. Your hand comes up, your fingers sink into his soft hair as you hold the back of his head, as if you can feel more by keeping him there and arching your body onto his face is still not enough.

The way your body is responding to him seems to be enough to entice him to go further. You can feel it too, as the shudders within your body continue to escalate and you are pulsing and clenching tightly around him. Seokjin pulls his head back, releasing your breast with a grunt and begins rocking his hips harder, increasing his pace as he thrusts and pounds his cock into you.

He gives you one hard thrust which knocks the air out of you, yet the pressure only gives you brief pain that quickly turns into pleasure. He continues to move, giving you more and more pleasure that feels so intense, while your voice grows louder, echoing across the room while you are lost in bliss. With both of your hands clinging onto his shoulders for dear life, you give in to the waves of pleasure that keep on rising, going up and up, until—

With a loud grunt, Seokjin pushes deeper into you and your body jolts slightly on top of the counter. You suddenly feel incredibly light, as if you are lifted off the surface, but as he gives you another push that sends your body falling backwards, the back of your skirt brushes against the cold counter and slips, forcing your whole body to lose balance and stumble back, taking Seokjin with you in your fall.

“Oh, shit—” he curses in his shock, though he manages to balance himself quickly. He wraps his arm around your waist to stop you from plummeting on your back and stops himself from falling over you by smacking his palm on the counter. Yet his hand slips an inch, shocking both of you.

“Damn it, guess I didn’t do a good job cleaning this place up,” he groans. He lifts his hand just then, showing you the white powder coating his palm.

You both laugh, realising that there is still a thin layer of flour or sugar right under your butt. “Oh, fuck,” he gasps. He slowly pulls out of you and helps you come down from the counter. The move happens so fast that you can barely react, though you quickly understand why he suddenly stops when he starts brushing his palm down the back of your skirt and blouse. “I promised not to ruin your clothes, didn’t I?”

“Well, yeah—” you murmur, still in disbelief. You can still feel the pulses from your impending orgasm in your body, slowly ebbing away. Your chest grows tight, feeling slightly disappointed that your friskiness is cut short so suddenly out of your—and his—clumsiness. Seokjin stops doing what he’s been doing when he notices your face, and then he looks down, catching you rubbing your legs together to erase the feeling of emptiness appearing inside you.

Seokjin chuckles softly with a deep voice and cups your face to kiss your pouting lips. “Relax, baby. I’m not done yet,” he whispers against your lips, smiling when he can see you breathing heavily again from the simple kiss he gave you. “Turn around. Thought you said you had to keep a close watch on the oven?”

Before you can react, he grabs your waist and turns your body around until you are facing the counter. Coincidentally making you face the oven that is still working hard to finish baking while trapping you back against the counter in a new position.

He bends you forward and stands behind you. With his hands, he hikes up your skirt back to its position on your waist until your bare bottom is presented to his eyes. With a soft groan escaping his lips, he gently palms your naked skin, making you shiver before reaching down between your legs. Using his knees, he nudges your legs, silently urging you to spread your legs apart for him. He then reaches down to touch your sensitive folds, rubbing his fingers up and down your slit to draw the sound of your moan before aligning himself back at your pussy. You rock back to welcome his touch, eager to have him back inside you again. His hand moves away, only to be replaced by his thick cock.

With one push, he is buried deep inside you once again. In this position, he seems to reach deeper and you feel even fuller with his presence. You are still sensitive after his rough pounding earlier that your muscles flutter around him, yet you are still wet enough to allow him to move easily, thus he begins his steady rocking, thrusting his cock in and out of you at the same pace as he did before.

With each stroke he gives you, he seems to be going further inside you, burying his whole length into your depth, and still, you cannot get enough of him. As he begins fucking you again, his hands move forward, grabbing your breasts. His hold on your soft flesh is firm as he increases his pace. Soon enough, he is fucking you harder, faster, causing the ripples of electricity running through your body to rise up into massive waves of pleasure.

A deep moan comes out of his lips as Seokjin bends down on your back, folding you further into the counter. You feel his warm breath falling against your neck. It draws out goosebumps on your skin, and your heart picks up further when he whispers, “Give me your hands.”

Driven by his voice, you let go of the tight grip you have kept on the edges of the counter and bring your hands together in front of you. He reaches out and grabs your wrists with his big hand, putting them together and pulling them forward, folding you further.

“Oh, god—” you cry out with a gasp, surprised to find how intense it feels as he slides back into you and you have nothing to hold onto.

“Does this hurt?” he softly asks. He keeps his hold on your wrists tight and firm, yet he slows down a bit with his thrusts, as if giving you enough time to adjust to this new position. Though he quickly picks up his pace again the moment you nod your head when you cannot find your voice to tell him to move.

It feels odd being bent at this angle, all while losing any bit of control with your hands being restrained in his hold. It makes you feel vulnerable, and your senses are suddenly heightened to the point that you can feel everything he is giving you—his wide girth spreading your pussy walls apart, how he keeps pushing further and deeper, how you can feel each of his thrust all the way up to your chest, how good it feels as he fills you up with his thick cock. You can even feel it when his cock throbs against your pussy each time he hits the deepest part of you, and you cannot miss the way your body moulds together so perfectly as you rock into each other.

All too soon, you feel your climax building up, rising so rapidly that you have no chance to stop it from erupting. Your muscles coil up at the first hint of its arrival, and your body begins to quiver, ready to go over the edge. You know that he can feel it coming too, and it seems like he is just as close to his release when you feel the twitch of his cock inside you. Without letting go of your wrists, he moves his hand down, reaching to your front to find your swollen clit and give it a light nudge. It sends an immediate spark right through you, and he repeats it again until your body keels over.

“Cum for me, baby. Come around my cock,” he groans between his rapid thrusts, and his words are enough to push you over, allowing you to let go and embrace your release, and you rock back to him, pushing him to join you at the same time.

You feel his body shuddering against yours, just as your entire body rocks with the waves of your orgasm rushing through you. With a few more thrusts, he finally sends you off to your climax. It feels so intense, so overwhelming, and it seems to ignite his own climax when you feel his pounding falters for a brief moment. Wave after wave of your orgasm comes rolling through you, pulsing through your body right where you are connected to each other, and it sends him off to his own release. You feel his warmth filling you up causing you to cry out his name. Your muscles are clenching tightly around him in return, milking him further to his last drop, and he just keeps on moving in and out of you at a steady pace, helping both of you ride the waves of your climax together until the pulses slowly wind down.

By the time he stops, your knees feel so weak. You are still distracted by the rush flowing down your body to notice him pulling back, taking you along with him before he pulls out. With his strong arm, he straightens you up against his chest, keeping you from falling while he soothes the skin on your wrists by rubbing circle patterns to help your blood flow normally again.

Neither of you says a thing, too preoccupied with trying to cool down and control your breathing. He watches you with a smile on his face as he helps you tidy up your clothes, then takes his turn to fix his own clothes only once you are done. Just as you open your mouth to speak, the sound of the timer echoes against the walls, notifying you that the baking is done.

“Right on time,” Seokjin chuckles softly. He kisses the nape of your neck before turning away. “Wait here,” he says as he walks around the counter to reach the oven. You watch in awe as he grabs your oven mitt to use it to pull the pan of freshly baked cinnamon rolls out of the oven. The wave of heat from the oven brushes past you for a brief moment, and he quickly shuts down the oven before setting the pan down on the counter to cool.

“Someone’s been a good student. You remember what to do. How nice,” you compliment him, earning a shrug from him.

“I got a good teacher.”

Once the high from the quickie winds down, you both rush to finish up and prepare to leave. He returns to his task, wiping the counter clean from the residue left behind from all the baking processes that he had missed and whatever is left from your carnal tryst.

Thinking about it feels naughty, but for some reason, you enjoyed every second of it. Your body shivers as you recall everything that happened, and you know that you will continue to be reminded of it when you can still feel the ghosts of his touch on your skin, when the faint pulses of your orgasm seem to linger, and you can still feel his essence dripping out of your pussy each time you move.

While he cleans, you finish packing all the baked goods, preparing them to go in the boxes that you had prepared. “I think we’re done. I’ve ordered the Uber too so we better get moving,” Seokjin says as he comes over to you, ready to accept the boxes that he needs to carry.

“We’re ready. I hope we won’t be late for your birthday dinner.”

Hearing this, he laughs softly while he expertly piles up a few boxes in his arms. “We won’t be, I promise,” he says, before leaning down to give your lips a sweet, chaste kiss.

Jin pulls back and catches you smiling as you look over his shoulders, when a sudden thought comes to your mind just as you picture yourself getting fucked against it. “What are you thinking right now?”

“Just remembered something that Naeun said earlier before she left,” you answer him with a grin on your face as you recall the conversation you had with Naeun earlier this morning. She had just returned from another bakery shop located just another block from here to have a meeting with its owner for an event. She had stayed there for a while longer to chat with her friends, the staff from the bakery who have been hanging out with Naeun and the other girls whenever they are free. And that was when she heard some odd rumours.

“She heard through the grapevines the rumours of a baker that we both know of who almost got caught having sex in the kitchen while preparing for their Valentine’s Day bake sale. He works in a rival bakery shop a few blocks away. We got to know him through the baking competitions that Naeun and I joined back when we first started this business,” you smile a little when you remember those days.

The days when you and Naeun, both fresh out of college and lack of experience, yet shared the same big dreams to help you bond with one another. Joining those baking competitions had been one of the ways you had taken to start your journey in the bakery business before opening your own shop. Out of all the good and bad memories you had then, the young baker, Min Yoongi, had once been a constant as he also started his own journey by joining the competition to gain more experience.

“He always seemed cold and a bit like a stuck-up dude. Didn’t help that he was the owner’s main baker and her favourite apprentice,” you continue while reminiscing the past, before adding what Naeun had told you when sharing the rumours, “They said the girl was the owner’s niece who is going to inherit the shop. Now that I think about it, knowing that they seem to be together now, that rumour might be true.”

Seokjin raises his eyebrows. “Maybe your friend planned the whole thing then? Add some mistletoe here and there to see if her boss would take the chance and get frisky herself.”

Thinking about it, you immediately laugh. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that was her plan all along.”

Laughing with you, a look of mischief passes through his eyes. “Perhaps next time we can make it happen? Christmas bake sale sounds good? Then maybe we can try the thing where you bake with only your apron on while I—”

You stop whatever he is about to say by swatting his arm, causing him to laugh while he adjusts the boxes of baked goods he is carrying in his arms.

“Hey! I’m only joking! I mean, if it works for them, then why not—” he defends himself as he follows you out of the kitchen, though you only shake your head and leave him be, making no comment as you make your way to the front where the Uber awaits, knowing that there is a chance that he wasn’t truly joking.

↳ Author’s note | Found the easter egg yet? Find Yoongi’s story on my Valentine’s Day special: Pour Some Sugar On Me; thank you for reading!

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Sunshine House: When Skies are Grey

CW: Mentioned minor character death, dehumanization, BBU typical violence, dubcon kiss, light dubcon, blood, violence, pet whump

001 is silent. They stare at nothing, ignoring the cries of the newer members. Lance punches the bars of their cage as he walks by and all 001 does is bare their teeth in a snarl. 002 watches them out of the corner of his eyes, though he drops his gaze when Lance passes him.

The screams and cries echoing through the room wash over 002 like waves. The squeal of rusting metal stabs his head as the handlers grab one of the newer fighters. Fighting and screaming and then they go limp with a blow to the head. They aren’t coming back, not after a hit like that. He’s seen it happen all too well.

“Damn,” 003 whispers. She crouches back on her heels, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with one mitted hand. Dirt smears across her cheek. “I forget how loud they are.”

002 dips his head a fraction. Enough for agreement, but not enough to be noticed by the handlers. He watches 003 in envy. Her small frame allows her to fully sit up in the cage. Not only that, but she doesn’t mouth off or bite when the handlers are near, so she doesn’t wear the muzzle that so many of the other fighters do. His cramping jaw and back scream in protest as he faces front again.

001 growls as Lance steps back in. As the door swings shut, they hear the roar of the crowd. 002 can smell the bloodlust in the air. Lance saunters over and crouches in front of 001. He slips his fingers through the bars of the cage and cups their face. Behind the muzzle, they bare their sharpened teeth.

“I know, baby, you’re so excited to get out there.” Lance grabs a handful of their short hair and twists their head to the side. “Ready to go get your little paws dirty?”

002 ducks his head. It’s never good to get in the sights of a handler. 005 had his hand broken because he didn’t snap to attention quick enough. 010 was beaten unconscious and one of the fighters who didn’t live long enough was taken from the room every night. He’s seen what happens to those who capture attention and he wants nothing to do with it.

“Sadly, you’re not fighting yet.” Lance tugs on the muzzle, pulling 001 close. They growl. “Hush, little puppy. You know your mouth has better uses.” He pushes himself to his feet, both knees popping, and snaps his fingers. “002, here, mutt.”

He shuffles back from the door, keeping his head lowered as Lance unlocks the cage. 002 lets the handler grab his collar and pull him out into the center of the room. The gazes from the other fighters burn the back of his neck and he lets out a slow breath.

“Heel,” Lance orders. 002 crawls at his side, keeping pace until they reach the entrance to the ring. “Good boy.”

A small flush of pride overrides his fear at the screams of the crowd. He doesn’t need to be dragged. He follows orders. He is a good mutt, not like the others. Not like 001, who has to wear a shock collar. Not like 003, who keeps her anger hidden and lashes out at the other fighters.

Good boy. I’m a good mutt.

“Ready?” Lance asks, unclipping his collar. 002 dips his head in agreement. His muzzle is next and he slowly opens his mouth, relaxing his jaw as much as he can. Tensed muscles will do nothing to save him in a fight. “Good mutt, knew you were. You’re gonna fight good tonight. There’s a reward if you do, puppy.”

002’s snaps up. A reward? He doesn’t get rewards. He’s just a stupid mutt, he doesn’t deserve rewards. He only does what he’s told. It’s nothing special.

Lance smirks and scratches behind his ear. 002 melts into the soft touch, whining a little as the crowd quiets and he hears the muffle voice of the announcer. Lance pulls up on his hair and he gets to his feet, rolling his neck and stretching out his arms.

The door opens and he walks into the ring with all the confidence he doesn’t have.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The bell digs and the crowd roars in approval, along with the few cries of disappointment as bets are lost. 002 staggers to the edge of the ring, blood dripping from his fingertips. His gaze stays locked on the body in the middle of the arena, the young man gasping his final breaths from a throat torn beyond recognition.

002 swallows hard, mouth thick with the taste of blood. Something is stuck in his teeth. Bile slides up his throat, burning against the blood. A whistle sounds behind him, breaking his concentration.

“Come, mutt,” Lance says. “Now.”

Several handlers wipe the blood from his hands and mouth and Lance hands him a cup of water with the order to drink. He does as he’s told, nothing snapping into focus. All he can feel is the thrashing body under him as he tears out the young man’s throat.

“Heel,” Lance orders.

002 follows him out of the room and into a maze of staircases and hallways. He swallows, his heart racing faster than in the ring. The collar he doesn’t remember being placed around his throat seems to tighten with every breath. Where are they going? What is happening? Is this his reward?

“There he is, our champion fighter!”

His head snaps up. He stands in the middle of a room, staring down his master. With a flinch, he drops to his knees, ducking his head in an effort to appear invisible. A chuckle makes its way through the room, then conversation returns. He knows his master’s voice, but there are a few others he knows from meetings before.

“Here, mutt,” his master orders. 002 crawls to his side, the carpet soft under his fingertips. There is blood still caked under his nails. “Good boy. You did good today.”

“Thank you, master,” he whispers in a voice like gravel.

“I won a lot of money on you, mutt.” A different voice, someone he knows. “You’ve made us both very happy, so I thought a reward was in order.”

“You’re going to spoil him, Patrick.”

“It’s not spoiling. Cam doesn’t mind, does he?”

“No, master.”

A shudder races down his spine. No, no, no. 002 draws in his shoulders and the back of his neck burns. No, he doesn’t want this. This isn’t a reward he wants. He whimpers softly, twisting his hands in his lap.

“Mutt.”

His head snaps up. Cameron is there, dressed in nothing but a too-long shirt. Icey blue eyes stare 002 down, calculatingly watching his reactions. The coppery smell of blood assaults his senses. His master’s fingers snap, catching his attention. 002 ducks his head again.

“Be nice,” his master orders. “I don’t want you injuring Patrick’s merchandise.”

Bare feet enter his vision and cool fingers slide down the dent left behind by his muzzle. The flesh on 002’s arms raises and he whimpers as Cameron lifts his face upward. He can’t breathe. He swallows back the urge to rip his hands off him.

“Hey, fighter,” Cameron croons, crouching down. His shirt slides up his thighs. “I saw you fighting today. I didn’t miss a single second. How could I not pay attention?” His other hand slides down 002’s arm. “Not with strength like this.”

002 whimpers again. The word “no” balances on the tip of his tongue. He swallows it back, acutely aware of his master watching him. His fingers twitch at his side, desperate to push Cameron away with each brush of his skin against his.

Cameron leans forward, lips brushing against 002’s ear. “The way you held that poor fighter down? So easily, didn’t even break a sweat, hardly noticed. You know, there are far better ways to be using that strength of yours. Want me to show you?”

His hand slides up 002’s thigh, slipping between his legs. He freezes, staring into the middle distance as he fights to breathe. Everyone continues their conversations, ignoring the two pets. 002’s gaze darts to his master. He’s talking and doesn’t seem to be paying attention.

“Please,” 002 whispers, taking the risk. “Please, I don’t want this.”

“It’s what we’re made for.” Cameron smiles up at him through his lashes, fluttering them a little. “We want this. This is what we’re made for. All of you want this, you just pretend you don’t.” He smiles, like he’s telling a joke. “I’ll make it good. You know that. You know you want me.”

002 shakes his head. “Please . . . I don’t-”

“You aren’t allowed to say no.” Cameron’s voice drops, taking on an edge. “Hurt me, make me scream, make me bleed. You aren’t allowed to say no, they won’t let you.”

002 closes his eyes. If he isn’t allowed to escape, then at least he doesn’t have to see. Cameron’s lips press softly against his collarbones, then his neck, teeth scraping along the edge of his jaw. It doesn’t feel right, it doesn’t feel good, and that’s stupid, because he’s a dumb mutt, this is what he wants, this is what Cameron is good at. This should feel good.

Yet all he wants to do is throw Cameron across the room.

Laughter from somewhere far away. Weight in his lap, Cameron’s hands running through his short hair. His lips press to his ear. Words that he doesn’t hear and his eyes burn with tears he forces away. They have to perform. Like in the ring. Give them a show and they will be happy.

“Come on,” Cameron whispers. “You have to give me something to work with. I can make you feel so good, so please, help me.”

002 finally opens his eyes. Cameron’s face is split in a smile clearly meant to charm and disarm, but all he can focus on is the pain in his eyes. They have to play a part and he takes all his emotions and shoves them into the dark corners where they will stay hidden.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” 002 whispers. His hands shake as he rests them on Cameron’s hips. Bloody fingers on white shirt. He winces at the sight. Will he get in trouble for that?

“Oh honey, I would love you to.” Cameron’s smile is all teeth. “Make me bleed and scream and I will get on my knees for you.”

“I won’t. I won’t do that.”

Cameron cups his face and leans in close, pressing their lips together. This time, 002 responds, leaning into the kiss with all the enthusiasm he can fake. Tears burn his eyes as Cameron’s hands slide down his chest. He lifts his hips slightly, swallowing back a whimper.

“I told you,” Cameron breathes. “I’m good, aren’t I.”

He doesn’t know how long the Romantic kisses him for, how long it is before he slips from his lap to between his legs, bent in half to take him into his mouth, taking his sweet time drawing him towards release. 002 throws his head back, nails digging against Cameron’s scalp, tangling in his hair and yanking without thought. The urge to destroy wars with pleasure. Cameron groans after a particularly harsh tug and he swallows back bile.

Then Cameron is leaning back, wiping his mouth with a smirk. 002 sags, chest heaving as he fights to regain control of his body. He hates this feeling of his body, which has never failed him, acting without his permission. A betrayal, of a kind he can’t name.

“Good boy,” Cameron’s master says. The Romantic returns to sitting dutifully on his lap, his master’s fingers stroking lazy lines down his throat. “Look at your strong fighter now.”

002’s master laughs. “Such an animal. My fighters are the best, but they are too often driven by their carnal urges for me.”

002 crawls to his master’s side, trying his best to subtly fix the waistband of his shorts. In theory, it shouldn’t bother him, but knowing that Cameron watches him makes his hair stand on end. He kneels, resting his weight on his heels, keeping his gaze lowered. For a moment, he wonders what it would be like to have his master treat him with the same kindness as Cameron’s. Tell him how well he’s doing, run his fingers through his short-cut hair, give him a place to himself.

It’s a foolish dream, one he shouldn’t entertain. He is his master’s champion Fighter and Guard.

There is no reason for him to be anything else.

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