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ivyuns · 4 years

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hwang hyunjin

genre: angst | fluff

warnings: suggestive, language, etc <3

word count: 1.2k

A/N: this was requested, i’m sorry if this ever came out late ! ! its vv short bc i was rushing to get this done (repost bc it wasnt showing up in tags)

“Hello lovely! Can i request a one shot where hyunjin and older fem reader start seeing each other (intimacy) and later they start catching real feelings and decide to part ways cause its forbidden but then reader finds out she’s expecting?”

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nonidol!hyunjin x olderfem!reader

waking up from the sun rays, you turn to your left to see someone in bed with you— naked.

“hyunjin !?”

with someone yelling out hyunjins name, he stirred awake. “hm?” hyunjin rubs his eyes for a clear view. he sees a woman with the white fluffy blankets covering her with her long hair everywhere and hickies on her neck.

“y-y/n noona? what happened?” hyunjin starts to remember all the past events from last night.

he remembers going to a bar after having a fight with his best friend. going to the bartender and asking for a drink, he waits for the drink to be finish. turning to his left, he sees you; laying your head down on the counter with the straps of your dress almost falling down due to the amount of weight you lost, making the dress too big for you but that was the only partying dress you had since you didnt like parties.

seeing the tears on your face dry up, hyunjin goes next to you and talks to you. “whats wrong lovely?” wiping the tears from your eyes and sitting back up. “my boyfriend broke up with me and now i feel like shit” you slurred, still drunk from the amount of drinks you had.

hyunjin’s drinks come by and orders you more drinks. as you two talked, feeling a bond connecting, you both feel like it was time to go. “wanna go to my place?” hyunjin asked while drunk. nodding your head while hyunjin pulls out the money for the bartender and both of you leave together with you clinging to hyunjin.

right as you walked through hyunjin’s door, you were pushed back to the wall with hyunjin caging you in between his arms. hyunjin’s lips went to your neck, harshly biting your skin. next thing you know, youre under hyunjin and youre not getting over him.

memories flood back into your mind finally. sitting up and just starring at the blankets, hyunjin goes in front of you. “everything okay noona?” facing reality, you closed your eyes and sighed. “hyunjin, did you ever pull out?” you said, opening your eyes, you see hyunjin shaking his head a no.

you gasp in disbelief and hitting you head against the palms of your hands. “hey y/n- noona its okay. lets just do friends with benefits” hyunjin grabs your wrists to stop harming yourself. you look up and smacked hyunjin across the face lightly. “im older than you by a few weeks, dont call me noona” you said and dressed yourself and left his house.

hyunjin is brought back to reality and notices youre gone. running out of bed, he sees your shoes gone but a piece of paper.

‘325-320-0325 call me whenever ;)’

hyunjin smiles and saves your number.

ever since that day, you and hyunjin had been fucking. everyday, every night. til you felt weird. you woke up feeling sick as you got up from your bed. taking hyunjins arm off of you, you ran to the bathroom and threw out everything that made you feel like this.

hyunjin wakes up from his slumber and hears you vomiting. running to your side, he holds your hair up and soothes you for comfort.

“noon- y/n what happened? are you okay?”

“h-hyunjin, i think im pregnant.” you said silently. hyunjin’s face is full of shock. he stands back away as you slowly get back up onto your feet. “a-are you sure that youre just not sick?” he asks.

shaking your head, you look up with tears in your eyes. hyunjin leaves the room and grabs his belongings. hearing the door slam shut, you fell onto your knees and sobbed on the floor.

its been 4 months since hyunjin left you and your belly was now growing. you were looking through photos of you and hyunjin and memorized the feelings you two had on your phone as you were waiting for your name to be called for your second ultrasound. looking down at your belly, you put your hand over it and smiled.

“miss l/n?”

swifting your head to wherever your name was called out, you smiled and stood up to the nurse from your first ultrasound scan. “is it just you again?” she asks. you nod your head and follows your nurse to what room you need to be in.

laying on the bed, she puts on the gel and rubs the machine on your swollen belly. looking at the screen in front of you, you see your precious angel. how much you wish hyunjin was here to see this.

your second ultra sound was another success. you looked at your phone for any messages from hyunjin but there was none.

meanwhile, hyunjin was hesitant on calling you. he wanted to know if you were okay. if you were having fun. if you were healthy. if his kid was healthy. sitting on his bedroom floor, he glances at the pictures he printed out of you two on his walls.

hyunjin screams at himself for being stupid and leaving you alone to bare with the pain.

another 4 months has passed and he still hasnt texted you. you were on the verge on calling him- if he was okay til you felt pain and liquid come out of your coochie. calling your hospital instead of hyunjin, you made your neighbor (who is ur best friend n yall really close) drive you to the hospital.

arriving at the emergency, the nurses put you on a bed due to the amount of pain youre having. you let go of your friends hand and blacked out.

you wake up and see hyunjin holding your hand while tears are streaming down his face. “h-hyunjin?” you call his name weakly. hyunjin looks up and cups your face. “y/n, im so sorry” he whispers and plants a kiss on your forehead. “jinnie, what happened? where our baby” oh how much did he miss hearing you call out his nickname.

“shes right here love”

hyunjin leaves his seat and goes by the bed cart next to you to give you his baby. “its a baby girl?” you asked him with tears spilling out. “yes y/n. she was born a month early but shes still healthy. god y/n, you scared me so much, i thought i was going to lose you”

“i couldnt stop thinking about you. it was stupid for me to walk out on you. it was stupid to leave you all alone, feeling the pain. it was stupid for me to not be there for you when you needed somebody. when the doctors called me, i was so scared that you werent going to wake up. they told me how you passed out when you got here and that they had to do surgery on you because you wouldnt wake up.”

even if hyunjin wasnt done with his story, you couldnt control your tears anymore. hyunjin goes to your side and wipes your tears away. he goes to your lips and attempts to kiss your lips until you heard your baby girl giggle, making you and hyunjin burst out of laughter.

“y/n, please take me back. not as friends with benefits, but as couples. i want to live forever with you and our baby and possibly more children. i want to be there for you and our baby.”

“of course hyunjin” both you and hyunjin smile and leans in for another kiss. hyunjin then kisses your baby. “i do hate how she has most of your features even if i raised her myself” you pouted. “i guess you can say that i have the best sperm” hyunjin winks. playfully slapping hyunjins arm.

END <3

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bby-calum · 5 years

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The Bridesmaid - C.H^

a/n: I’m reposting this without swearing bc it wasnt showing up in tags (i think swearing is why??) and im bummed at how badly this did I worked so hard on it!!

word count: 1,292

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synopsis: after meeting at Michael and Crystal’s wedding, Calum takes a liking to one of the bridesmaids, and a hot night of pleasure ensues

“You wanna dance with me?” Calum asked as a slow, romantic tune filled the wedding reception venue. You nodded, swigging back the remainder of your cocktail and took Calum’s hand as you stumbled together onto the dance floor of the hotel’s function room which was filled with other partiers dancing the night away.

The ceremony had been beautiful, making it hard to hold back the tears as you watched your oldest friend marry the love of her life. After Michael and Crystal had said their ‘I do’s, the formal dinner took place, speeches ensued and then finally, it was time for the afterparty. You had spent the majority of the evening with Calum, after growing comfortable around one another throughout the day. You were a bridesmaid and he was a groomsman and the two of you had been partnered to walk down the aisle together earlier on in the ceremony. You sat together in the church and later on at the reception too. He’d handed you a tissue from the packet he had in his suit jacket pocket when he noticed you on the verge of tears during the ceremony, his arm stretched over the back of the pew you were sat next to him on, his hand rubbing your exposed shoulder gently to comfort you. Calum had been flirting with you all day and you had spent most of the evening necking back shots with him, getting to know him, your confidence growing with every bit of alcohol that passed your lips.

With your hands placed delicately on his chest and his gently holding your hips, the two of you swayed together to the beat of the slow song, your bodies pressed close together. You didn’t know if it was just the alcohol, but dancing with Calum made you feel like you were the only two people in the room.

“I feel like I’m at prom,” you said, making him chuckle.

“I want to kiss you, y/n,” he blurted. “Did I just say that out loud?” You nodded, and a faint blush reached his cheeks. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t apologise,” you told him. “I have a room upstairs that you could kiss me in if you’d like?”

There was a lust in his dark eyes, his tongue darted between his full lips to wet them. He gulped.

“Meet me there in five. Room 307,” you instructed, rushing off to leave him alone on the dance floor.

“Yes ma’am,” he said, watching you leave the function room, unsure of what to do with himself. Five minutes was going to feel like a lifetime.

He got another drink from the bar, necking it back quickly while you dashed to your hotel room, straightening out the bed, tidying your bathroom, shoving your dirty clothes inside your suitcase. You checked your appearance in the mirror, wiping away your lipstick and fiddling with your hair.

knock, knock, knock

Neither of you said a word once he entered your room, instead his lips met yours, kissing roughly as he pressed you up against the cold hotel wall, one hand cupping your cheek, his other rest against your hip. His kisses trailed from your mouth to your neck and along your collar bone as your hands tangled in his hair. He sucked on the lobe of your ear, his breath hot against your skin. You moaned softly.

“I want you,” he said, his voice deep. “I want you right now.”

You pushed his jacket off from his body, leaving it in a crumpled heap on the carpet beside you, and made work on the buttons of his shirt. You ran a hand down his toned torso, taking in the details of the curvature of his abs. His hands fiddled with the zip on the back of your dress, undressing you to reveal the lingerie Crystal had insisted her bridal party all wore, boy were you glad you agreed.

“Wow,” Calum breathed, stopping his kisses to stare at your body. “Beautiful,” was all he managed. He unbuckled his belt quickly, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his trousers before he picked you up in his strong arms, your legs wrapping around him as his hips rolled against you. You could feel him hard in his boxers against your wet panties. Gripping tightly onto the collar of the open shirt he was still wearing, his movements against you made you moan.

He moved across the room with you still in his arms, dropping you gently onto the soft bed and discarding of his shirt. Standing at the foot of the bed, he towered above you. Your fingers were already in your pants, touching yourself simply at the sight of him. He slowly climbed on top of you, taking your wrist in his hand and removing it from your pants. He sucked your wet fingers, earning another moan from you.

“You taste so good,” he whispered in your ear as he held your arms above your head on the bed with one hand. His other hand was where yours had been, inside your lacy underwear, his long fingers rubbing against your wet warmth, pushing their way inside, one, two, three fingers at a time. “You like that, baby?” he asked as you moaned loudly. He didn’t need an answer, he already knew how much you liked it by the way you were writhing with pleasure underneath him.

Calum shuffled down the bed, pressing kisses against your body until he reached between your thighs, teasing you with his soft lips. He removed your panties, throwing them behind him. He sucked on your clit, enjoying the sounds escaping your lips. You had one hand tugging on his curls, the other gripping the bedsheets tightly as Calum’s tongue lapped up your juices.

“Calum,” you said quietly, distracting him from your pussy as he looked up to you, his mouth dripping with your wetness. “Come here,” you husked. Calum crawled up to you, wiping his wet mouth with the back of his hand. You hooked a leg around his waist, pulling him closer to you. “I want you inside me.”

Your hand found his cock, pushing inside the material of his underwear, pumping up and down quickly, soft moans from his lips filling the room.

“Oh God, y/n.”

Calum removed his boxers and you removed the strapless bra hastily, leaving you both naked. He pushed himself inside you, your walls tight around him. His slow thrusts made your back arch, making you beg him for more.

“Faster, Calum,” you whimpered. “Please.”

He quickened the pace, your bodies sweaty as they pressed together. He grunted in your ear, cursing your name, telling you how good you felt. As your bodies moulded together, moving so utterly perfectly in sync, the rhythm of your sex caused the headboard of the bed to thud loudly against the wall.

Dizzy and breathless with pleasure, Calum uttered “I’m close, baby,” shakily into your ear, quickening the pace even further, making you scream as he reached all the right places inside you.

“Me too, Cal,” you breathed.

And then he came, filling you up, animalistic noises coming from his mouth as he panted, his last few strokes enough to finish you off. A fire pooling inside of you, you were hot with pleasure. Your climax was electric, like lightning coursing through your body. He collapsed into you as the two of you caught your breath, still drunk from your highs.

“Wow,” he mumbled against your skin as he lay on top of you, careful not to put too much of his weight onto you. He placed a soft kiss onto your skin before rolling over next to you on the sheets.

“Yeah,” you agreed, still short of breath. “Wow indeed.”

#calum hood imagine #calum hood #calum thomas hood #5sos #5sos imagine #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #my works

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smokeblooded-blog1 · 7 years

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES. repost , don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good luck ! TAGGED. i took it from myself bc i was bored TAGGING. spiritmiinded, soughtdawn, clandestinesque, spyblooded, starveincd, pastryblooded, and anyone else who wants to do it who hasnt already

BASICS.

FULL NAME : jean otus NICKNAME : the cigarette peddler / receiver depending on the translation, the cigaretter receiver jean AGE : thirty BIRTHDAY : unknown ETHNIC GROUP : white NATIONALITY : german (? subject to change) LANGUAGE / S : english, japanese, german SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS : verse dependent, canonically single HOME TOWN / AREA : born in the Bādon district of the country (at the beak of the bird) CURRENT HOME : he currently still lives in Bādon in a large apartment complex (he lives on the top floor, but only because he and his sister manage the building) PROFESSION : second in command at the ACCA inspections department

PHYSICAL.

SKIN : fair skin that is scarless for the most part, no acne or notable blemishes except for some small birthmarks of no particular shape on his lower back EYES: sky blue; the perfect blue color. they are often shaped in a tired, disinterested look of a poker face, but when smiling the softness is shown through them the most. more emotion can be seen through jean’s eyes than any other feature on him FACE : his face is rather long for the most part, not a baby face in any form, but it doesnt look scrawny or make him look sickly either. he has a longer nose as well that is more lengthy on the bridge than the point itself LIPS : arent particularly special. theyre not too thick, not too thin, and they are often in a straight line / resting. they dont get chapped often because he drinks enough to keep them hydrated and they are not bitten or chewed at in any form. when smiling, small dimples (barely noticiable) come on his cheeks COMPLEXION : isnt anything particularly special. its not like he keeps his skin flawless (he has no particular interest in that), but jean is one of the lucky ones who is blessed to not have much acne. he cleans his face in the shower / when its dirty, but with that taken out of the picture, jean doesnt participate in washing it to the excess. its just naturally free of acne and other blemishes. he doesnt get red faced either, nor does he (or would he) wear makeup to cover it up BLEMISHES : besides the small birthmarks on his lower back, he doesn’t have any SCARS : none TATTOOS : none HEIGHT : 177.5cm / 5′10″ WEIGHT : 72.57kg / 160lbs BUILD : has muscle, but nothing extraordinary. his strongest muscle point is in his wide / broad shoulders, but the rest of body just has lean muscle. he appears rather thin, so you wouldnt be able to tell he had much muscle unless stripping him down / seeing him shirtless / etc. he has a flat stomach, but there isnt much developed muscle through his stomach. the abs are there, but nothing noticable, really FEATURES : nothing particularly notable ALLERGIES : bee stings. there arent many bees in Bādon, but when jean travels to other districts he often has to bring medicine with him just in case he does get stung USUAL HAIR STYLE : golden hair with an undercut underneath a near-bowl hair style USUAL FACE LOOK : he typically is expressed with a poker face. jean doesnt smile often, or really show many other expressions for that matter, but all of his expressions are vibrant (but short lasting). his smile comes out a lot when hes drunk USUAL CLOTHING : typically hes seen wearing his ACCA uniform, with or without the jacket

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : losing the people hes close to (i.e lotta and niino for the most part) ASPIRATION / S : completing his work every day, leaving ACCA somewhere down the line, finding niino (post ep8) POSITIVE TRAITS : adaptable, calm, candid, capable, compassion, determined, easygoing, empathetic, faithful, friendly (though it sometimes seems otherwise), honest, open-minded, punctual, etc NEGATIVE TRAITS : absent-minded, bored (sometimes), distracted, dull (before getting to know him), oblivious, etc MBTI : DEFENDER (ISFJ-A) ZODIAC : virgo (subject to change) TEMPEREMENT : phlegmatic SOUL TYPE / S : the helper ANIMALS : mouse VICE HABIT / S : SMOKING FAITH : christian (however, he is not very spiritual. religion does not matter much in his life, he just has his basic beliefs in the entity itself) GHOSTS ? : yes, but not a strong belief AFTERLIFE ? : yes REINCARNATION ? : probably not ALIENS ? : yeah he would POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : ACCA EDUCATION LEVEL : high school graduate

FAMILY.

FATHER : a poor man prior to managing an apartment complex (the one that was passed to jean and lotta after his death) that does not have much known about him. jean doesnt talk about him much because of his higher fondness towards his mother, but his father was not a particularly bad man. currently deceased from a train wreck MOTHER : a woman who was formerly the second princess of Dowa, but was removed from the royal roster for the sake of the country. she kept this to herself, even her husband and children when she met them / they were born, because she had faked her death to become a commoner on the streets. currently deceased from a train wreck SIBLINGS : lotta otus, approximately eighteen to twenty years old, is the younger sibling of jean. she has a striking resemblance to her mother, as jean notes, and currently lives with him in their shared apartment on the top floor. has a love for bread, pasteries, and just food in general really. she and jean are quite close to one another EXTENDED FAMILY : king falke II (jean’s grandfather, the current king in power), prince schwan (cousin), other royal family members NAME MEANING / S : jean’s first name in hebrew quite literally means “gift from God” while otus means “keen of hearing” in Greek HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : historically speaking, jean is of a royal family bloodline. he does not know this for most of his life, nor does he care about it once he finds out that he is apart of it. he would have been the next king in line instead of schwan if not for his mother being removed off of the roster, but his bloodline is still all the more royal

FAVORITES.

BOOK : he hasnt read a book unrelated to work in some time, so he doesnt really have one MOVIE : see above 5 SONGS : jean listens to a lot of untitled instrumentals, mostly because it appeals to him. he will listen to other things on and off, but his favorite thing is typing in something along the lines of “relaxing music” in the search bar and clicking one of the 8 hour videos and just letting it play. he doesnt need to know the tracks, theyre good enough for him like this DEITY : speaking as hes christian, god / jesus obv HOLIDAY : christmas MONTH : he doesnt have one SEASON : spring. jean likes things to be mild and, despite how flimsy spring can be, he doesnt mind it too much. he likes when its not too hot, not too cold, but doesnt like it to be as chilled and rainy as it can be in fall. spring brings about rain as well, but not nearly as often as fall does, so this is a higher preference for him PLACE : at the bar / anywhere with niino, at home / anywhere with lotta, a bakery, the roof of the apartment complex WEATHER : he likes sun, but he doesnt like when its too hot. it has to be like, mild, because if its too hot then its uncomfortable for him. he likes when its breezy as well but, like previously said, not too much. just enough so that it isnt chilly SOUND : niino / lotta’s laugh, a gentle breeze blowing, rain SCENT / S : strawberry, cigarette smoke, baking bread, faint cologne scents (i e: a specific brand that niino wears), warm food cooking TASTE / S : strawberries, tobacco, bread (specifically tough bread) FEEL / S : the cigarette between his fingers, people he trusts rubbing his back, people he trusts petting his hair, silk ANIMAL / S : cats NUMBER : he doesnt have one COLORS : blue

EXTRA.

TALENTS : figuring out when someone is lying to him (for the most part), investigating BAD AT : getting close to people, expressing his emotions in a way that isnt just deadpan / poker faced, cooking, holding his liquor, dealing with social events (he isnt anxious, he just doesnt like being at them that much) TURN ONS : body worship (receiving), care, confidence, dirty talk, minimal marks, praise, soft biting (more to be added most likely) TURN OFFS : being too rough (he likes it softer, more making love-esque), having to beg too much, too much teasing (a little is okay) (more to be added most likely) HOBBIES : drinking with niino, smoking (is this considered a hobby? idk), listening to music, going to bakeries TROPES : “Royal blood”, “Smoking is cool”, etc QUOTES : “I never noticed I had an observer you’d assigned to me. But he isn’t a straightforward guy.” (to Grossular, about Niino) || “I smell tobbaco on you.” || “I try not to think of my subordinates as exceptional. After all, doubting them is my job.” (to Eider)

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? A1 : what does ??????? this question even mean asldkfj Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : itd probably be a lot of soft music. nothing super upbeat like pop and nothing like rock either. itd be maybe soft indie music, instrumentals, stuff like that Q3 : why did you start writing this character ? A3 : you know, i honestly wasnt going to write any muse from this fandom? i figured the rp part of it would be dead after i couldnt find anyone after some time, but a few of my friends got wound up with the show after i talked about it so much and after they decided to make blogs, i made the decision to join them. even though i dont get that many interactions and this blog is still extremely new, i love being on jean. hes a really good character and im glad my friends convinced me to write him Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ? A4 : honestly, it didnt come immediately. i never disliked jean, but i thought he was rather plain at first, which is to be understandable when you know how he is. i didnt think there was anything striking about him at all and i was more attracted to niino (i still am attracted to / love niino). that said, jean started to come to live more as the anime progressed and i found that hes really just a sweet bean and is VERY cute and i love him so so much. i think it was episode 3 when he was blushing / being precious and adorable while drunk that really got me getting gay for him Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : definitely the fact that he smokes. i dont hate people because they smoke, but i have an extreme aversion to smoking due to the fact that i not only have asthma and its very bad for me to be around, but because of the fact that it smells awful Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : mmm, i think we’re similar in the fact that we’re pretty introverted and / or reserved and we like being away from social events and such Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ? A7 : i hope he likes me. i love him so Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8 : honestly ? all of the interactions on my blog so far are great. my niino spyblooded and i already have like a kajillion threads and he loves their niino so so much <3. clandestinesque and i have an interesting thread and im not quite sure where we’re going to go with it but ive enjoyed it so far !!. spiritmiinded / astrallance and i also have good interactions too. we had great ones when i was still on keith too and im super happy that im still writing with them over here :’) Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : i dont really get inspiration, im just kinda here, writing because i enjoy it lmfao Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ? A10 : idk exactly but 2-3 hours probably ? longer than it took me to complete keiths i know that

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