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mgnifique-tion · 3 months

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— human reaction.

summary || ``you’re starting to wonder if attending work after your day-off was a mistake.``

pairing: 2012!loki x gn!scientist!reader song recommendations: tesseract - cix (p.s. check out seunghun on build-up rn!) lowercase is intended… part: 1/?

— themes and warning/s: open-ended, enemies to potential lovers (for sure, they will be lovers soon), NOT a stand-alone one shot ;) wink wink, bossy loki, y/n being somewhat a dumb human being (heroism)

— a/n: hi! back with another loki au this march and guys, this is not a phase– IT’S NOT A PHASE, MOM! (corny? i graduated with that course in the university of the cornyology – i’m not even done with g12 lmfao wtf am i saying) anywho, i miss him. i literally rewatched the avengers for him and i'm not even active w the mcu anymore. i actually have a lot of other pending drafts from my main acc (@mgnifiqueyoo - follow me there :3) and so many unfinished IMPORTANT work from real life but like i thought of a line and now, i just HAVE to write it or it's outta my head so here u go. lmao. enjoy!

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“... oh my god.”

that was all you could mutter under your breath the moment you saw the rest of your co-workers controlled by that thing the alien held in his palm. you didn’t show up to work yesterday since you were just taking the final steps in finishing that project of yours.

what was the project? the hypercryogenic station.

and now, after a long day of ignoring your texts and calls, you ended up going to work, which happened to be a terrible idea. better yet, a horrible mistake. “... excuse me?” you took small steps, nearing the towering male as he just stood still, not facing you. all of your friends were doing his commands without any questions and you knew that clint barton would never do any of this!

but he did anyway. and you had to know why.

“what did you do with them?” you asked, demanding for answers as you heard him let out an almost inaudible chuckle only to be followed by a deep, low snicker. the alien slowly turned around and looked you straight in the eye, sweat pouring down his face with a sharp glare while his teeth ground against each other.

he was just terrifying, how else could you leave the facility without getting killed?

“oh, is that supposed to matter?” the alien mocked, later glancing at the staff he held before looking back at you, his smirk disappearing little by little. “... you must be horrified, aren’t you?”

of course you were, who wouldn’t be horrified when they see something like this?

but before he could even get closer to you, he suddenly stumbled. that wasn’t something you expected since you assumed that he was a powerful being out of this world after seeing that wardrobe choice but he showed… weakness? it’s hard not to take note of it for future purposes.

you then cleared your throat and asked, “are you okay?”

but he said nothing in return, tense and trembling with every step. he had a maniacal look on his face as if he couldn’t control his actions; he seemed like he was enduring something that was hurting him inside.

and that got you thinking what else was happening with the man in front of you. “so, that’s a no?”

“you’re the expert,” he said, “you’re the one blessed with knowledge over what it is that’s happening to me now.”

you frowned. you definitely had no idea what was going on with him and you were planning on leaving him to himself when he surprisingly grabbed your wrist. “heal me,” he pleaded, breathing in and out rapidly as you felt the burning heat that surrounded his palm, which led to that moment of realization.

“i… i don’t know how–,” you were then cut-off by him tilting his head to the project: the hypercryogenic station. if you ever had a scanner around you, his heat signature would be all over the place because of how high his temperature was. “but the station hasn’t even been tested yet and it could be dangerous for you and for all of us!”

the alien shook his head frantically, not letting any excuses get into his way. “if you don’t help me right now…” his breath hitched as the tip of the scepter was pointed at your chest, right at your heart. “you won’t be living for long.”

and that made you take so many steps, assisting him in the station as you closed the door. “you can’t be in there for more than a minute, it’s highly dangerous and i’m telling you, we haven’t done any tests yet–”

“just begin with the process.” his voice had gotten lower, hoarser with every moment that passed as you felt your heart race quicker. you knew that if you made a mistake, somebody like barton would kill you; there was no way out.

so the gears started running and you watched how the glass windows of the station had fogged up. your life’s work was being used by an unknown entity who took over the minds of your co-workers. your friends.

you couldn’t help but cry silently, biting your nails while you stood a meter away from the finished project. how could a five-year plan get wasted? to this unreadable, tyrannic humanoid? you can’t even breathe well.

and once the process was done, the station’s doors slid apart, creating a path for the man inside. when he stepped out of it, he didn’t even seem affected by it. all normal and human-like as if he had only bathed himself in some snow and not in an actual blizzard.

but colder than his skin was his gaze toward you, the scepter staring back at you as well, watching the way you took a few steps away from him.

“who are you?” you asked, your eyes glued to the scepter rather than his face, which caused him to get agitated.

in return, the tip of the scepter’s blade touched your chin, tilting your head up so that you could look at him. “i am loki of asgard,” he introduced with a deranged grin as you heard the way his breath hitched, overwhelmed and proud with how he spoke to you.

that was enough to make you take another step back but his hand grabbed your arm like a lock, fastened so tightly that it made everything worse for you. “what did you do with them?” you tilted your head to the blue-eyed agents now circling the entire room, which made loki laugh.

he truly was out of his mind.

“i simply used them for a greater purpose,” he said back, letting out another chuckle as the scepter gleamed in response. it was in his complete control… they were all under his control.

how in the world can you run from this?

“let them go.” “oh, we’re getting heroic now, aren’t we?”

he mocked you shamelessly as if it wasn’t your invention that saved him from his visible misery – whatever it was that hurt him earlier.

“... well, i did save you.” you just had to let a bit of sass come out because it was true. however, loki didn’t seem to be fond of that and had read that as entitlement rather than a reminder of who did save him.

nonetheless, he lowered his weapon and laughed once more. “your little saving was merely necessary, mortal. i could’ve used that machine myself.” of course, he disregarded that tiny, little favour you did for him and decided that it’d be best to not even give out a little thank you.

but then, again, what do you expect from an aspiring alien tyrant?

“but you couldn’t because i programmed it for my access only,” you continued the conversation, stating the truth right in front of him. that was your life’s work… you still couldn't believe that it was firstly used by some tall man with a scepter and emerald drapes. “besides, that thing you used wouldn't be here if it weren't for me.”

there was long silence once again… perhaps, even longer than moments of silence you had earlier when your eyes scanned over the rest of the place.

almost the entirety of the facility was led by loki. horrifyingly brainwashed by that scepter.

“fair enough,” he admitted, “but you wouldn’t be breathing if i hadn’t given you the chance.”

“... do you want me to thank you? for this?” “giving thanks means nothing. i need something much more than that.”

you crossed your arms, gulping as you still tried to make yourself seem as if you had the upper hand. an imaginary upper hand, perhaps? although you had put on that mask, loki knew you were afraid of what he could do to you.

if this is only a preview of the damage he’s capable of causing, just how could you survive while being opposed to him?

“i could…” he trailed off, smirking to himself as he circled the station, his palm touching its painted and carved surface while the scepter glowed in his other hand. “hm… i could do the same to you. put your talent to use like the others.”

and you readied yourself, closing your eyes as your once crossed arms dropped to your sides, hopeless and left without a sign of help. “but you have not attacked me once,” he said with a tone of interest, diverting his attention from the opportunity of just controlling you like a mindless servant and rather feeling positive about a different, riskier path. “and you’ve saved me. willingly. no control needed.”

he walked towards you, breathing heavily and letting out a low chuckle. “do you know what gift you have, dr. l/n?” he questioned, expecting you to know the answer as he tilted your head upwards again with the end of the scepter. one wrong push and you could bleed to death; he was being careful with you still.

after all, you were a great addition to his plans.

“humanity, l/n.” he proudly stated, now lowering his weapon as your heart raced. never did you fear death until now, especially when your life would fade to grey without the knowledge of what’ll happen next. to the world and the people around you. “you’ve got so much humanity in you that your best choice was to save a dying god. it’s foolish, l/n. how could you be so brilliant but foolish?–”

“are you done?” you had enough of it, still staring at one corner as you saw how your friend’s eyes still gleamed in blue, manipulated by the god standing right in front of you while the remaining lights of the facility shone over his prepped quiver, ready to attack whenever, however.

and of course, the god of mischief was indeed offended by that. “... you’re so brave, it’s idiotic.” he laughed, shaking his head as if you both had been joking with one another and you felt the heat rush up your head; you didn’t want this. you just wanted your friends to be set free – your world to be set free from this being.

“what do you desire in return?” “for you to stop whatever you’re planning here, my lord.”

even though loki knew you were being sarcastic, he just admired the way it rolled off your tongue. “you do know that does not equate to what you’ve done for me and you might want to do something more for me if you’d want that to happen,” he said, denying your request with a snicker. “but of course, i still appreciated your service earlier so how about i offer you something else?”

he’s cheating, you thought.

“in exchange of your little saving, it’ll be guaranteed that not one of us would lay a finger on you…” he paused, hiding the scepter behind his back as you tilted your head to the side. were you even hearing this correctly? that was too low. “and you would be shielded from any harm as well.”

but can you do anything about it? no. “is that good enough for you, my little savior?”

you had to think about it for longer than a second. why only a second, you may ask? well, does it look like you still have enough time to decide perfectly? the world is at stake; you had to give an answer now or worse destruction could happen.

“fine,” you uttered, firmly extending your hand towards him as he only stared back at your empty, shaking palm. “i’ll do whatever it takes to free this world from you.”

“that’s laughable.” “we’ll see, your majesty.”

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t3kandson · 4 months

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Jealousy's fair game

Words; 2,564

Fandom; CIX feat, Cignature

Pairing; Reader X Kim Yonghee

Characters; Kim Yonghee, Lee Byounggon, Kim Seunghun, Bae Jinyoung, Yoon Hyunsuk, Moon Chaesol, Kim Jiwon, Jung Yeonjeong, Jenny Yun, Jin Hyeonju, Goo Semi, Kwon Dohee

Warnings, Kissing Games, Angst, Smut, Jealousy, Alcohol Consumption, Body Marking, Hair Pulling, Degrading, spanking, Rough and slight public sex and Orgasm denial.

Requested by Anonymous

"Do you like Y/N?” Seunghun said with a smirk on his face looking at Yonghee. A red blush view falls upon his expression as you look to him awaiting his answer. You feel as if you've been choked when he screws his face in disgust and shakes his head. "Fuck you," you scoff giggling as you flip him off, despite knowing that it felt like he practically kicked you in the stomach right now.

You had a crush on Kim Yonghee for the last three years. The only one who knew this was Byounggon. You had confided in him that you wanted more then the friendship Yonghee was offering. Byounggon had reassured you that Yonghee wouldn't push you away. He was suspicious he also liked you and that had led to the very truth or dare game you were currently playing. "Dare," you said when it came your turn, you feared for a question that would lead to double rejection tonight. "I dare you to snog Byounggon," Semi giggled as both yours and your childhood friend’s eyes widened in fear. Before you could question the dare, Byounggon crawled on all fours towards you. His hands resting upon your shoulder reassuringly. Lips falling to yours he made sure to put on a show. Letting his tongue slide against yours as he kissed you slowly. His fingers rubbing down your jawline in such a tender moment. "You two sure you're not hiding something?" Dohee whistled excitedly. But before you could deny anything you noticed Yonghee unclench his fist. Was he jealous? Did it disturb him you kissing Byounggon? The game continues for several more rounds when it came to your turn again. Yeonjeong was about to throw a dare when Seunghun ended the game. "My neighbours are complaining," he said shaking his phone into the view. "I think we should leave this for another day," he said with a slight grimace as the room grumbled. "How you getting home?" Byounggon asked suggestively as you tilted your head his way. "I can't drive you home I’ve been drinking," he said despite knowing he had only drank one drink during the evening. "I'm getting a taxi. I only live round the corner, I’ll drop her back," Jinyoung said throwing his arm around your neck. Byounggon breathed deeply with annoyance. You then realised he was trying to encourage Yonghee who was sober all night to give you a ride. "I'll look after your girl I promise," Jinyoung giggled tipsy at his elder. "A kiss don't equal lovers," Byounggon protested as you took one look to Yonghee. He was quiet and avoided your eye contact. You couldn't help but feel he was jealous of Byounggon and Jinyoung.

"7 minutes in heaven," Chaesol said in excitement when you met the following week for drinks. Everyone agrees but you and Yonghee. You knew that these games were hurting the both of you. As everyone wrote down their names and placed them in a hat. You sat hoping that somehow you would be placed with Yonghee. Instead Hyunsuk was paired with you. His hands frisky falling on your body as he pulled you to the walk in wardrobe in Seunghun’s room. "I so want to get lost in your body," he said stroking his hand down your torso. "I don't think I can do this," you complained as he lightly hummed. "Because you like Yonghee," he said. As through the cracks of the wardrobe you could see a gentle smile. "Yes," you whispered looking down. Fingers under your chin he pointed for you to look his way. "He's so stubborn he won't admit he likes you too," he said as you tilted your head his direction. "He likes me?" You asked as he chuckled. "But he won't admit it," Hyunsuk chuckles lightly. "Why?" You ask wanting to know more. "Ask Seunghun he knows the details, he confides in everything with him." Hyunsuk said as his hands pulled the loose hair behind your ear. You could hear the countdown as you both stumbled out the wardrobe. Your faces hot from the heat. But you guess the room would have made presumptions of how steamy it was in there. You could see Yonghee’s jaw tighten as your eyes met. "I've got to go," Yonghee said sternly as he got off the floor. "Please don't leave so soon," you asked looking his way. But he refused eye contact. "Sorry Seunghun, my father needs me to run some errands," he said straightening his jacket. You couldn't help but follow as you chased him down the corridor. "Yonghee," you called as he stiffened upon your voice. "I'm busy Y/N what is it that you want," he growled without looking your way. "Can we talk," you pleaded as he started walking once more. "I'm busy, another day," he grumbled before fastening his speed as you stood there, giving up chasing him.

The following week another greet. Seunghun was struggling for ideas clearly till Byounggon mentioned the Suck and blow game. This time Seunghun made sure that you were placed between him and Yonghee. You were placed in a group with Jiwon and Byounggon. As Jinyoung, Hyunsuk was with Hyeonju, Jenny & Semi. You watched as Byounggon sucked in the piece of paper between his lips as he arched towards Jiwon. Hands falling to the back of her head he leaned himself in as the two worked to pass it. Jiwon twisted to look at Seunghun as he chuckled. Straightening his face, he rushed his lips at her. Seunghun struggled and all of a sudden you saw the sheet fall to the floor. Byounggon and Jiwon groaned at Seunghun who looked sheepish. Your eyes looked to the other group. Semi gently slapping Jinyoung was telling you that their side was doing no better. You could hear Yonghee’s frustration behind you when Seunghun let the paper fall once more. "Come on we're not going to win at this rate," you grumbled gently punching Seunghun’s arm as he looked at you sheepishly rubbing it. When he managed to succeed, his face spun to yours. As he pulled the sheet to your lips he chuckled letting it slip as your lips locked. "Seunghun," you grumbled feeling your lips where his fell. Seunghun's face was a little fallen when he took the figure behind, telling you once again Yonghee wasn't amused. As the paper made its way back down. Seunghun’s hand accidentally touched your breast while reaching for your arm. Causing your own lips to let the paper fall. "For fuck sake will you two stop making out and hurry up so we can win," Yonghee grumbled behind you which had you sigh. The game was a lot harder then it looked. After yours and Seunghun's third attempt you turned to face Yonghee. It was like just the thought of him being on the other side of the paper made your heartache. Instantly your lips failed to suck the paper in as it fell before Yonghee could even get close. His eyes rolled in frustration as you quietly apologised. Passing to him for the second time, just the mere hand on your shoulder had your heart thundering as he reached towards you. The paper once more fell to the floor. "You guys just pure suck at this. You should give up. We've won," Jinyoung said amused. "For fuck sake, if you and Seunghun wasn't flirting we would have won that," Yonghee said gritting his teeth as Seunghun dead panned him back. "What the actual hell man," Seunghun grumbled back at him. "I'm done with these silly drinking sessions," Yonghee said going to swipe his coat from the coat rack.

"Don't please, please don't go," you spun towards him hands on his chest as he refused to look your way. "Don't let me get in the way of your men time," he growls looking up towards you. "The only man time I want is with you," you spluttered letting the words fall as the girls gasped. "Kim Yonghee I'm crazy about you and you only," you finished as his face softened towards you. "I only kissed Byounggon because it was a game," you said pausing to look your friend's way. "We're just friends I promise," you said as nerves hit you. "Jinyoung just took me home that's all nothing happened," you added as Jinyoung confirmed your events. "Hyunsuk and I just spoke in there. Mostly about how you liked me but your scared," you said pointing to the wardrobe. "I'm not scared," Yonghee spat out. "And Seunghun is just really shit at that game, pure and simple," you said as Seunghun widened his eyes in horror before calming as the guys chuckled. "To be fair she's got a point," he added chirpy at his diss. "And just now with you you made me so anxious. The butterflies in my stomach you gave me at the thought of our lips being close," you said placing your hand over your stomach to calm it. "Yonghee....." you couldn't finish the sentence as he dragged you to the walk in wardrobe.

Entering the dark space he pushed you against the wall. He clearly doesn't want to talk as his lips attack yours. Teeth clashing in his rushed desire. Like a bottle that's been shook and exploded. His hands find the hair tie holding your hair as he pulls it out. Fingers twirling around the locks he pulls enough to expose your neck. Teeth falling to the skin he suckles causing you to hiss as your hands grab his waist. "Your mine," he growls before pressing his lips to another spot on your collarbone. "I'm going to mark you up so everyone knows your mine," he threatens after he marks a second blemish. Hands falling to your dress he lowers the top half so that his lips can reach the top of your breasts. He continues his marking along them as you hiss, digging your nails into his waist. "I'm going to punish you for making me jealous," he growls as you hear the guys spew, 'eww,' , 'Save my ears,' & 'Do this elsewhere," from the other side of the wall. Twisting you so you're facing the surface, he places your hands against the plasterboard. Hands raking up your dress they find your panties, as he rips them. Fingers skirting to your folds he wastes no time plunging them in. Scissoring your heat roughly you grimace as he sets a rushed pace. Though pain is the first sensation you feel it's like your body enjoys his torture. Yonghee can feel this from how soaked your core is. "Your so wet my little whore," he says as his teeth find another space of skin on the back of your neck to mark. "You can't cum," he warns as his fingers speeds that draws moans. Music hits from outside the wardrobe, no doubt to drown out the moans that had slipped from your lips. He pulls his fingers leaving you empty as he places them in your mouth. "Taste how wet you are you dirty bitch," he growls in your ears that has your walls clench around nothing. "I'm going to fuck you now, and if you cum before I give permission. That's it, I'm walking away from you do you understand?” he asks so deeply next to your ear. Nodding doesn't give him satisfaction. "What did I say Y/N?” he grumbles as his teeth dig in your skin once more. "That if I want you I have to not cum," you hiss beneath the sore skin burning from his marks. You hear a rip of foil and you wait patiently for him to continue his torture.

Bending you over slightly he enters you with one deep fast thrust. Screams falling that you know the music won't mask. "That's it baby, you won't ever get me jealous again will you?” he asks as his hands wrap your hair around them. "I can't hear you," he spits out as he yanks your hair. "No baby, I won't," you splutter but you know he can't hear. Another yank has you repeat it much louder. His red hot shaft starts thrusting with heaviness against your cervix. Walls clenching around him has his pull much harsher around your hair. "Don't you dare cum," he demands as you help to meet his thrust. "You're so hungry for my cock aren't you my little whore," he chuckles pleased with your desperation to feel him deeper. Feeling an orgasm creep up you stiffen in fear. "What's up baby," he sniggers knowing your struggling. "Don't hold back, fuck yourself on me," he demands but you don't move. "What's up, you're such a cock whore you can't work with me without falling apart," he mocks as you nod. "Well let me work against your lazy ass," he says slapping your ass that has you yelp. Slamming him self with more speed has your fist clench against your struggle. You know the real risk of falling apart and exploding around him is high right now. "Please, please," you cry as you slap the wall feeling your body tremble. "You can't Kiss Byounggon and Seunghun and think you can get away with it," he grumbles as you whimper. "I didn't kiss Seunghun, not on purpose," you whimper as you throw your head from frustration into the wall hurting as it falls. Hands falling to your arms he pulls you backwards to avoid your head hitting the wall. However, the change of position does little to ease your struggle. Tears are falling down your eyes as you feel your losing your mind holding your orgasm back. "Who do you belong to?" He pants into your ear. "You," you whimper as his hands embrace your body pulling you closer to him. "What's my name?" He growls as you hear his own struggle in his voice. "Kim Yonghee, I belong to Kim Yonghee," you cry as you feel seconds away from slipping. "Please, please I can't hold back, I don't want to lose you," you sob in fear and excitement. "Oh Baby, you won't lose me because your mine now," he chuckles as his lips kiss a tear running down your face. "You can cum baby," he pants as he chases his high. "Y/N your mine," he cry's as he spills himself into the condom. "Yonghee," you scream so loud you hear your ears ring as you explode around him. Convulsing on his dick he thrusts his remaining rhythm into you as he leans himself with his arms wrapped around you into the wall.

Heavy panting in your ear you feel him slip from you. "Your mine Y/N, don't forget that," he says barely audible. "No more of these silly kissing games," he demands as you twist in his hold to face him. "Why would I kiss anyone that isn't my boyfriend?" You question looking up at his face. Even in the slight gap of light his beautiful mole under his left eye in your view left you breathless. "Let's go show them what's mine," he said as his lips fall to yours. Holding your hand in his you both walk into the room as you capture everyone blushes, but Seunghun and Byounggon smirks. "Finally you two are sorted, now never torture us again with those sounds," Seunghun snaps as you both blush like crazy.

Masterlist

#kpop smut #kpopidol #fiction #cix smut #Kim Yonghee smut #lee byounggon #Kim seunghun #bae jinyoung #yoon hyunsuk #Moon Chaesol #Kim Jiwon #Jung Yeonjeong #Jenny Yun #Jin Hyeonju #goo semi #cignature #kwon dohee

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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blossominghunnie · 9 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞!

Pairing: Yoon Hyunsuk x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, smau + written

Summary: Hyunsuk thinks you couldn’t see him on his birthday, the truth is you’re organizing him a surprise party.

Warning: None

Notes: I finally wrote my bub an imagine. 🤭❤️ Happy b-day to the loml. ❤️

The timer of the oven went off, Y/n put her phone on the kitchen counter and grabbed a towel to take the two molds out.

She stacked them and started decorating, She wrote a ‘Happy Birthday, bubs 🤍’ on the center.

Y/n wasn't a professional baker but liked baking certain pastries since she was a teen. It was a hobby she enjoyed.

When she finished, she placed it carefully on a white box that had a ribbon. She took her bag, phone and car keys and walked out of the door, making sure to lock her apartment.

Then entered the elevator that went to the underground parking lot.

She opened the trunk and put the cake inside.

After that she entered the car, and put her bag on the passengers seat. Y/n connected her phone to the Bluetooth, and Sunshower by Epex started playing.

With that, she began her journey towards her boyfriend's dorm which was only 10 minutes away.

He certainly was gonna be surprised, because the last thing he knew was that she had a huge project she had to submit the next day and that was why she couldn't hang out.

Once she arrived, she parked right in front of the building. She took all of her things and entered the place.

She hopped on the elevator and went up to the 4th floor.

The doors opened and she bounced towards the familiar door. She knocked and a smiley Seunghun opened it.

“Y/n! You’re just on time.” He let her in and took the box.

“Thanks. I’m glad, I thought I was going to be late because of the cake. It took me longer to decorate it than I anticipated.” She set her bag on the couch. “Hi, Gon.” The girl greeted the older as soon as she saw him coming out of the kitchen.

“Hey, Y/nnie.” He smiled at her. “Baejin just told me they’ll be here in 20 minutes.”

“Okaay. Do you guys need help with anything?”

“Not really. We just finished decorating and the food is almost ready.”

“Oh, okay.”

The three of them sat on the living room coach and conversed for a while until Byounggon’s phone dinged.

“They’re on the elevator.”

“I’ll go hide. Don’t snitch on me.” She giggled and pointed playfully at them. Both of her friends laughed and nodded.

She ran to the nearest closet and closed the door just in time for the principal door to open.

“Happy birthday, Hyunsukie!” She heard the boys yell.

“Thanks, guys! What’s all of this?”

“Just as a small surprise party for our sweet maknae.” Gon responded.

“Okaaay.” Hyunsuk thought there was something going on since the leader sounded a little bit nervous and sweeter than usual but brushed it off.

“Come sit, we made your favorite.” Seunghun sounded like a mother, which, honestly, was so cute.

Y/n heard footsteps leaving the area she was in. As she heard chairs being dragged, she thought it was time to come out.

She tiptoed her way towards her boyfriend. Four out of five guys knew of her presence and were trying so hard not to laugh or being suspicious.

She put her hands over his eyes making him smile.

“Hyung, what do you think you’re doing?” He laughed.

“It’s not me, Sukie.” Yonghee giggled.

“Oh. Is it…” He touched her hands. “Y/n?” He sounded confused.

“Maaaybe.”

He turned around and when he saw her his face lit up.

“Sweetie!” He got up and hugged her tightly.

“Hi baby, happy birthday.” She had a fond look on her face.

“Thank you, love.” He still held her. “W-what are you doing here? I thought you had that very important project for tomorrow.”

“There was never a project, bubs. I needed time to make your gift” She didn’t reveal what it was. “And did you really think I wasn’t going to be with you on your birthday?”

“I thought it was weird since we always celebrate it together but understood that you were busy.”

“Oh my god, you’re so precious.” He giggled and turned red. Y/n hugged him tighter.

“I have go get your gift but I don’t want to let you go.” The girl spoke as she looked into his eyes with a pout.

“We can cuddle afterwards, love.”

“Okay, I accept.” They laughed softly.

Hyunsuk stopped holding her and she walked to the kitchen and took the cake out of the fridge.

She looked for candles and a lighter. She placed them on the top and lit them.

She returned to the dinning room with the dessert on her hands, a huge smile on her face. And placed it in front of her boyfriend.

They all sang Happy Birthday to the birthday boy while he thought how lucky he was to have that group of people in his life.

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minghaoyoudoin · 2 years

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Bad

pairing: idol!boyfriend!seunghun x non-idol!fem!reader

genre: smut. just pure, undiluted filth. (minors, if you interact I'm gonna steal ur lunch money)

words: 1.9k (I got carried awayyy)

warnings: fem-bodied reader, y/n is a horny beast, kissing, cussing, dirty talk, use of the pet name "baby", semi-public sex (but not really), oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex (don't be a lo$er, be a lover), marking, breeding kink if you squint, mentions of cum, seunghun is a sweaty boy, aftercare, did I miss any?

- requested: yessum!

a/n: anon, you were doing god's work by requesting this. I'm sorry if there are any typos, I wrote this at the speed of light because I was excited!! in short, STAN CIX!! they just had their first concert EVER (seunghun's solo stage inspired this fic, pictures above) and tickets to the US shows are still on sale! -j

You had known for years that your boyfriend was a talented dancer.

If you had a quarter for every dance practice you’d stayed late to watch, every fancam you’d streamed for him… well, it was safe to say you would own a ridiculous amount of quarters.

But somehow, seeing Seunghun on stage tonight was different than anything you’d ever seen before. You had attended all three days of the concert, determined to support him in every way you could. On the first night, your jaw had hit the floor when he’d walked out in his long white jacket, nothing but a harness and bare skin underneath. The second night, you thought you wouldn’t be so shocked at the sight, the pure beauty and perfection that was him, but you’d been very, very wrong.

Now, on the third and final night of their concert, Seunghun had managed to shock you once again. Perhaps it was excitement, maybe adrenaline at finally being able to perform in front of their fans—at the end of the day, it didn’t really matter.

Because your boyfriend was basically naked on stage.

You watched with wide eyes as Seunghun rolled his hips in time with the music. You could hardly form a coherent thought around the sight of sweat coating his skin, glittering beneath the stage lights. His voice sounded heavenly—much like it usually did—but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on the sound.

You watched in stunned, open-mouthed silence from your place at the edge of the crowd, stubbornly ignoring the growing ache between your legs. As if you could ever forget it, watching him now… you were reminded that Kim Seunghun was nothing short of magnificent.

Too fast, the song ended. You swallowed thickly when the lights faded and were unable to help the smile that spread across your face when Seunghun sprinted offstage, his arms crossed over his bare chest.

You wordlessly turned and made your way to the backstage door. No one noticed as you showed your ID to security and they nodded, holding the door open just wide enough for you to squeeze through.

You’d been to this concert twice now. Jinyoung’s solo stage was just beginning on the stage behind you, and Byounggon would go after him. And during that time, there was only one thing on your mind.

You were going to jump Seunghun’s bones.

Hyunsuk gave you a warm smile when he spotted you in the hall, which promptly morphed into a nervous grimace when he recognized the expression on your face.

“He’s in the dressing room,” he pointed over his shoulder at a door behind him, blushing furiously. “You have, like, ten minutes.”

“Believe me, that’s plenty.” You gave him a high-five as you marched past him.

When you entered the dressing room, Seunghun was chugging from a water bottle like he’d never tasted anything so good in his life.

And he still wasn’t wearing a shirt.

His face split into a wide grin the moment he saw you. Seunghun’s chest rapidly rose and fell, exertion from his solo dance causing sweat to drip down his lean torso.

“Baby? What are you doing back here?” He reached out like he meant to wrap you into a hug, his smile so brilliant it took your breath away. “Did you like the stage today? I think I might have gone a little too far with the—”

His words cut off in a gasp when you pushed him against the counter, his hands immediately scrambling to find purchase on its edge. Your own hands roved over his sweat-drenched abdomen, your fingers trailing beneath the straps of his harness.

When your lips found his, it was not the usual genre of kiss you and Seunghun liked to share. In your current state, your panties already soaked through and sticking to your core, you couldn’t convince yourself to kiss him sweetly or playfully.

No, you needed him inside you. Right now.

Seunghun, to his credit, recovered quickly. His fingers immediately tangled into your hair, holding you against him while he kissed you with equal urgency. He released a soft groan into your mouth when you gently rolled his nipples between your fingers.

“What’s this about?” He said against your lips. You savored the feeling of his heated skin, the sweat beneath your palms, as you trailed your hands down his body. You bit his bottom lip at the same time you softly squeezed him through his pants.

Seunghun moaned softly. You dropped to your knees in front of him, so painfully turned on that you felt like you might burst into flames.

His fingertips massaged your scalp as you hastily undid his pants, Seunghun’s hips already thrusting gently as he sought some degree of friction. Pleasure coursed through you in a burning wave when you discovered he was already hard, precum beading at the head of his cock.

You pumped him slowly in your hand as you gazed up at him through your eyelashes. Faint pink dusted his cheeks as he met your eyes and he whimpered breathily when you kissed his tip.

“What on earth made you like this?” Seunghun’s words were more of a drawn-out moan as you took him into your mouth, immediately hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard.

You removed him briefly to respond simply, “You.”

Seunghun’s breathing turned to shallow pants when you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock. You took him completely down your throat this time, forcibly ignoring your gag reflex in your haste to make him cum.

He hissed as you swallowed around him. The noises Seunghun made only added fuel to the wildfire blazing inside you—the pretty sounds your boyfriend rewarded you with were some of your favorite in the world.

“Shit—ah, I don’t, I’m—” Seunghun’s hands fisted in your hair, guiding your head along his cock as you swallowed again. You ignored the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes as Seunghun used your mouth, recklessly chasing his orgasm with enthusiasm that had you clenching around nothing.

Without warning, he pushed you away.

You had no time to protest his sudden movement before you were propped on the counter, your positions switched too fast to process.

Seunghun’s mouth immediately latched onto your throat, sucking your too-warm skin hard enough to bruise. You moaned, so eager to be filled that you didn’t care to check your volume. Jinyoung’s stage was drawing to a close—you were on borrowed time.

“God, you’re so desperate for me, baby.” Seunghun trailed wet kisses across your collarbones until he reached the other side of your throat, leaving hickies in his wake. “My dancing turned you on that much?”

You didn’t bother responding with words. You shoved your panties down your legs at the same time you hiked your dress up, exposing your dripping center to him. Seunghun groaned low in his throat and, almost like he couldn’t help himself, he dragged two fingers through your slick.

That first touch sent lightning streaking through your veins. You locked your legs around Seunghun’s waist and tugged him closer as he stepped hastily out of his pants.

“Hun, play later.”

The desperation in your voice must have worked, because Seunghun wasted no time guiding the head of his cock through your folds, coating it with your arousal. And when he finally fitted himself into your entrance, pushing in only an inch, you both gasped at the sensation.

The initial stretch of him was always incredible. His body was perfectly proportioned for yours, and moments like this only proved that belief.

He slammed into you without warning, earning a sharp cry from your lips. Then he began to move, and you knew you wouldn’t last a minute.

The hard pace he set had your walls clamping down hard around him with every brush to your g-spot. Seunghun’s fingers dug into your hipbones, his strong hands using your body for support as he thrusted into you.

You watched him through hooded eyes, hardly able to keep them open at all through the fog of lust clouding your mind. Seunghun’s teeth were fastened onto his bottom lip, his eyes locked on the place your bodies collided, over and over again.

If he had been sweaty before, it was nothing compared to now. Sweat glistened on his forehead, his neck, his abs—there was nothing in the world that could have convinced you to look away from him. Your hands found his toned waist, holding onto him for dear life as he fucked you senseless.

“Oh god—Seunghun, please, please—” You rambled on, your orgasm rising within you with record-breaking speed. You bit the back of your fist to silence your moans but Seunghun forced your hand away immediately.

“Don’t—ah—do that, I need to hear y-you, baby.” His words were broken by gasps as you continued to clench around his cock. Byounggon’s solo performance was beginning now, you could hear his voice through the speakers in the ceiling, but you didn’t care that Seunghun might be late returning to the stage.

If you didn’t cum right this second, you were in very real danger of combusting.

Your fingers found the harness still strapped to Seunghun’s chest. You grasped the leather so hard your knuckles strained as you used your grip to pull him closer. Seunghun’s tongue greedily dove into your mouth when you crushed your lips against his.

His thrusts turned sloppy, beginning to lose his rhythm as his high threatened to break over him.

“Come on, baby,” you moaned into his mouth. “Cum for me, please—”

When Seunghun’s fingers found your clit, rubbing frantic circles over it in time with the movement of his hips, it was the thing you needed to push you over the edge. You released a lewd moan as you came hard enough to see stars.

Your walls constricted around Seunghun’s cock, forcing his orgasm from him, as well. Seunghun’s eyes screwed shut as he groaned, his sweaty forehead falling against yours. You savored every twitch and throb of his cock inside you as he came, the sensations drawing out your orgasm to the point of pain.

You paid no mind to the odd sensation of Seunghun’s cock languidly fucking his cum back into you. Your breaths turned heavy, slower than before in your satisfaction, as you brushed his sweat-soaked hair from his eyes.

He grinned at you, the sparkle of mischief in his eyes drawing intense affection from deep within your chest.

“Sorry I acted like that,” you said sheepishly, smiling into the soft kiss he pressed to your lips. “I’m sure it’ll happen again.”

“I’ll wear this thing every damn day if it means we can do that again.” Seunghun pulled his softening cock from you at last, and you grimaced lightly at the overstimulation. He grabbed a clean rag from the pile on the counter and used it to gently clean you up, smiling smugly to himself all the while.

Byounggon’s stage was close to ending now.

You both seemed to realize this fact simultaneously and Seunghun’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at the shock. He was already naked—thanks to you—and you laughed as he haphazardly tore off the harness and shrugged on the muscle tee and jeans he was supposed to be wearing.

He planted another chaste kiss on your mouth before he half-fell through the dressing room door. Ever the gentleman, he slammed it behind him before anyone in the hallway could see your compromising position.

Alone, you grinned at your fucked-out reflection in the mirror across from you and made a note to keep the harness around after the show was done.

If you had anything to say about it, you would certainly need it.

thanks for reading, my loves! please leave a like and/or reblog if you're a simp for kim seunghun!! 🙋‍♀️

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qiankunslove · 2 years

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some cix smut, or a slight nsfw recommendation please :=(

#cix jinyoung #cix hard hours #cix imagines #cix seunghun #cix yonghee #cix bx #cix hyunsuk #cix smut #kpop x y/n #kpop smut #kpop x you #kpop x reader

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leejeongz · 2 years

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I don't know if you're still active or...but can you please do cix reaction to s/o always asks for permission to kiss them even tho they been dating for 2-3 months thank you💕 I really enjoyed your writings❤️

cix reaction to you asking for permission to kiss them

pairing: boyf!cix x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of consent (positively!), mentions of food (bx)

a/n: thank you so much! i really appreciate your compliment 🥺🫶🏼

bx ･:，｡★ﾟ

waiting in line for your ice cream, byounggon noticed you getting a little nervous.

“i’ll order for you, tell me what you want,” he reassured.

“really? thank you! can i have strawberry, with strawberry sauce and lots of multicoloured sprinkles, please?” you asked excitedly as he nodded, rehearsing your order in his head. “can i also maybe,” you started to get shyer as your sentence went on, capturing you boyfriend’s attention once again, “give you a kiss? just a little peck, or more, only if it’s okay.”

he smiled, his bottom lip protruding a little involuntarily at your cuteness. his arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you in closer, looking down at you and giggling.

“of course you can, baby, you don’t have to ask.”

he leaned in towards you as you thanked him under your breath. his free hand came up to cup your face, stroking his thumb gently over your ear as your lips met, a safe and familiar feeling for the both of you.

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seunghun ･:，｡★ﾟ

you sneezed violently into the tissue that your boyfriend had handed to you merely seconds before.

“that was impressive, y/n,” seunghun laughed, extending the trash can towards you as you wiped your nose. “hay fever got you bad this year?”

you shook your head “this is mild,” you started to feel another sneeze coming on, but it soon passed. “sometimes, my eyes swell up so much that i can’t even see.” he stroked your hair as you spoke, only able to imagine how horrible it must feel. you wiped your watery eyes with a clean tissue and began to speak once again “but since it’s not contagious… can i have a kiss? pleaseeeee?” you begged, feeling sorry for yourself.

seunghun’s elbow propped him up on the bed next to you, his other hand tickling at your torso. “i appreciate you asking,” he smiled, before leaning down and pressing a light kiss to your plump lips “but next time, you can just dramatically pull me in and kiss me, got it?”

jinyoung ･:，｡★ﾟ

peeling the face mask off your face, jinyoung paused, “you know, you’re naturally really really pretty.”

you blushed, smiling shyly but trying to hide it because you knew he’d tease you for it. “you’ve never noticed that before?” you ask, feigning an eye roll.

“every day,” he continued to peel the sheet mask and eventually dropped it into the bin, “but i feel like i don’t tell you enough.”

“jinyoung, can i kiss you?” you asked another question, this one taking him by surprise.

he leaned in, answering with actions, placing his lips on your own and whispering something inaudible. you puckered as his lips gently moved against yours and, only a few milliseconds later, he did the same.

“just do it next time, silly,” jinyoung smirked, his thumb stroking over your hand as you pulled away from the kiss.

yonghee ･:，｡★ﾟ

you took the cuddly octopus in your arms, squeezing it tightly and smiling with pure joy. “thank you so much, i love it!”

yonghee patted your head “it’s adorable, just like you.”

you looked up to your boyfriend, flashing him a beaming smile “yonghee, i could kiss you right now!”

he smiled back at you, butterflies erupting in his stomach at the thought of you initiating a kiss.

“can i?” you added and he nodded his head. you got onto your tiptoes and pressed a delicate, yet meaningful peck to his lips, shortly followed by another.

“i should do that more often, look how shy you’ve become, so cute!” you pointed to the pink cuddly toy in your arms to mimic the colour of his cheeks.

“please do. and next time, you don’t have to ask, that will make me more flustered i think.”

hyunsuk ･:，｡★ﾟ

“i missed you!” you hooked your hand over hyunsuk’s shoulder as best you could considering the height difference, walking along the rocky path leading to the lake, the prettiest date you could have ever imagined.

“it’s only been two days… but i missed you too.” he giggled, awkwardly reaching out for your hand which obviously wasn’t there.

you pulled at his shoulder slightly, gently so that he wouldn’t get hurt but still enough to turn him to face you as you continued to walk.

“can i give you a kiss? i’ve just miss you soooo much,” you asked, a radiant smile beaming across your face as hyunsuk reciprocated.

hyunsuk veered you both to the grassy part next to the path, your hand fell perfectly into his as you stood to your tiptoes and kissed him on the lips.

“do you think you could kiss me more often?” hyunsuk asked, whispering so that no passerby could hear his question.

“sure!”

#cix #hyunsuk #bx #seunghun #yonghee #bae jinyoung #cix imagines #cix reactions #cix fluff

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chimtaesty · 2 years

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moonlit destiny PART THREE ; ksj!king au

pairing: princess!reader x king!jin / 1.5k words

warnings: angst, violence, anxiety, strong language, trauma

plot: marrying a king of a far away country seemed to be your biggest problem, but gradually falling in love with a man who is deeply hurt and isn’t able to control his rage turns out to be more troublesome. And soon you get a taste of what betrayal, loyalty and a country full of lies mean.

A/N: yo, I'm on my third week of lockdown :)

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You hadn’t spoken to Jin since yesterday, the way he freaked out when you mentioned your plans to visit Taehyung's exhibition made you want to throw up. Never had someone laid their hands on you nor did anyone ever demand something this trivial from you. You were determined to visit his brother's presentation, eager to see something else than these plain walls and the waterlilies out in the ponds.

You made your way outside. Eunseo and Dawon, your servants, by your side as Seunghun, the guard who was instructed to stay by your side, closed the door behind you. “Good Morning, Seunghun.” you smiled as he bowed his head with a small smile. “Good Morning, Your Grace.” you only rolled your eyes and nudged his arm. “What did I tell you to call me?” you sighed and hooked your arm in his. “It’s just us.” Eunseo chuckled at you, enjoying your bright nature.

“Alright, Y/N.” You nodded your head and smiled ahead. “I’m heading to Taehyung's exhibition, if my fiance asks.” You smiled at Byounggon, another guard you had the pleasure to get to know. He nodded and positioned himself at the entrance of the gate, since you would be leaving.

The ride in the carriage was quiet until Seunghun spoke up. “You know that Emperor Kim would have my head if he heard me call you by your name.” you nodded and patted his knee with a small smile. “I don’t particularly care what he likes or not.” You were still mad at him, they knew that much. “He won’t like you visiting Sir. Taehyung either, after he forbade you.”

You shook your head with a small grin on your lips. “My dear Dawon, you worry too much.” she only shook her head as she smiled at you.

“What else can I do?”

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“He actually let you come?” You turned around with a smile on your face as he bowed to you. “He doesn’t know I’m here.” you bowed back at him. His eyebrows shot up as he gently pushed you towards the first painting. “You’re quite brave.” You only scoffed as you looked at the work of art.

You didn’t understand art nor did it particularly interest you, you weren’t here because you loved Taehyung's paintings so much. You were because of the fact that Seokjin forbad you. The fact that you being in his brother's presence annoyed him to the point of almost hurting you infatuated you.

“How are things with him?” you both stared at the painting, not at each other. It shouldn’t look like you two gossiped, like you actually had topics to speak about. “Does he treat you better than Eunbi?” You only sighed and shrugged your shoulders. “How would I know?” you paused as you moved on to the next painting.

“He got angry yesterday and forbad me to come here.” He scoffed and slipped a quick glance at you. “Yanked me around like a ragdoll.” you complained. Taehyung crossed his arms as his jar flexed. “So he’s just the same.” You only sighed. He turned, ready to move on to the next art work. “He seems to like you though, fight back when you can.”

Seunghun helped you out of the carriage, Dawon and Eunseo waiting for you with small smiles plastered on their pretty faces. “Miss Y/N.” Dawon whispered as Seunghun offered you his arm once again. She pointed up the small stone way, there he stood. Your fiance, Kim Seokjin, stood in the doorway of your home.

“He’s probably super angry.” You sighed. Seunghun only tugged you forward. You made your way towards the man, his chin raised in a threatening manner. “Leave!” he demanded, startling Seunghun, Dawon and Eunseo. “Leave me with my fiance.” he spoke a little calmer. “Don’t talk to them like this.” You bowed to your friends, patting Seunghuns arm as he positioned himself next to the entrance. “I’m fine.” you whispered to Eunseo as she dragged Dawon with her.

Jin slammed the door shut and stood still, only his heavy breathing audible. You took your jewelry off as he started to yell. “Who do you think you are?” he sat himself down on your shared bed. “Running off to an event I forbid you to attend.” You rolled your eyes as you gave him an angry look. “Who do you think you are? To lock me in here like an animal.” you slammed your hand on the small table. “I get it, you’re the king. Everybody falls to their knees to your command.” you walked up to him, bending yourself down to his face.

“Not me.” you paused. “I’m not one of your servants. I’m not someone you can disrespect and threaten all the time.” You were all up in his business now, noses almost touching as he only glared at you. “I want to attend whatever event I want and I don't need your permission, do you understand me?” His eyes widened as he stood, mouth open. “I’ll play the little wife, believe me.” you now jabbed a finger in his chest. “But I won't have you treat me like shit in private. I won’t have you treat me like Eunbi.”

That was low, you knew that. She tried to kill him.

“She has nothing to do with this.” he spoke, voice defeated. You now wondered if you were too harsh on him. He didn’t say anything now, sitting himself down. “You have to trust me, Jin.” You carefully got closer to him, grabbing the back of his neck as he snaked his arms around your waist. His head rested on your stomach as you played with his hair.

“I do.”

You once again sat at one of the ponds in the palace, the east pond was your favorite. The small pool of water had fish in it and the water lilies floated so peacefully over the water, it gave you a great amount of relaxation. “You must be his fiance.” A cheerful voice broke you out of your daze. You turned around and came to look at a beautiful woman, not much older than you.

“I’m Seola, one of his concubines.” she smiled as she bowed and sat herself next to you. “I’m Y/N, I’m Seokjin’s fiance.” you gave her a crooked smile, not sure what to make out of this situation. “No worries, he hasn’t shown up in weeks.” she smiled and crossed her legs next to you. “I just wanted to meet the woman herself.” you gave her a small smile. “Well, here I am.” you sighed, diverting your attention to the pond again.

“Trouble in paradise?” you only chuckled at her. “You wouldn’t believe me.”

She nudged your shoulder and smiled at you. “I’ll listen.” You smiled and declined, you didn’t need his concubines snitching to him about how much you disliked him at the moment.

“No thank you.” Seola pouted and leaned herself against the handrail, resting her head upon her arms. “Okay, too.” You both stayed quiet before she broke the silence. “You don’t have to be alone, you know.” Your eyes found hers. “I’ll be your friend, if you need one.”

You scoffed and leaned back on your hands. “Being friends with one of his concubines, I don't know.” She got up and gave you a small sad smile. “We’re all just humans, right.” she paused before giving you a pat on the shoulder. “Think about it, Y/N.” she walked away, leaving you alone.

It was late, the middle of the night actually as Seokjin left you in bed. He was quiet, trying his best to not wake you up but you were awake when he sat himself up. You heard every sigh and every grunt he tried to suppress. Every shuffle sounded in your ears clear and loudly.

You laid still as he got up, opening the door and leaving you behind in the middle of the night.

You sighed as you turned around, facing the ceiling.

“What is happening?” you sighed as you got up. Your feet hit the cold floor as you made your way to the door, sliding it open as quiet as you managed. Jinyoung's eyes widened as he caught sight of you. “Your Majesty.” he spoke quietly, a bow followed his greeting. You waved towards the guard. Jinyoung and Hyunsuk were here during the night, guarding the front and back of the palace building. Seunghun and Byounggon guarded the house and you during the day. The men were Seokjins and now your personal guards, some of the few people Jin seemed to trust.

“Keep me company, Jinyoung.” you pleaded quietly. He nodded his head and placed a chair he fetched from inside next to himself. “Of course, Your Majesty.” he gave you a small smile. You patted his arm before sitting yourself down next to him. You wanted him to sit himself down with you for several nights, he only denied your pleas with the excuse of having to do a good job at guarding you.

“You’re a good friend, Jinyoung.” you sighed before closing your eyes as you snuggled into the chair. “It’s an honor that you consider me your friend, Your Majesty.” he smiled, looking ahead. “Sleep well, Your Majesty.” he paused before adjusting his uniform.

“I’ll keep you safe.”

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Panty Line Crime and Punishment

Pairing: Seunghun x You[Y/N](F) | Reader(F) Genre: Smut, PWP (squint and there's an outline to a plot), Boss!Dom Seunghun Summary: Your boss Mr. Seunghun Kim is going to punish you for your faux pas Word count: 7.5k Rating/Warnings: Mature / Explicit Sexual Content: Dom/Sub, Degradation, Spanking, Dry Humping, Face Slapping, Titty Slapping, Pussy Slapping, Bondage (hands tied to a desk drawer), Penis in Vagina Sex, Kissing, Overstimulation, Come Shot (please let me know if I miss anything so I can add it here) Author’s Note: This was in editing hell for months and it feels like a miracle that I am posting this at last. It started out as an imagine to hopefully get fics where Seunghun is a boss!dom, and then it turned into a full on fic. And I worked SO HARD to make sure that I wrote in present tense instead of past tense meanwhile trying to keep it sexy. Anyway, I know this fic got super detailed and indulgent but Seunghun in a suit sends me!! Always getting my imaginations going wild, and I don't usually have a boss!dom kink but Seunghun is the exception. I hope it inspires more people to write CIX content too! Sorry for any mistakes! I don’t always catch everything when I proofread, and this fic is my first full Y/N fic and it is not my usual style of writing. I always appreciate some feedback on my writings!

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“[Y/N],” your boss calls calmly from inside his office, “please come in here.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight as goosebumps form up your back. If Mr. Seunghun Kim calls you to his office before noon, it means you have forgotten to do one of your morning tasks.

Recalling every task you have done so far, you nervously wrap your right hand over the smooth jade bracelet hanging on your left wrist. You made him his black coffee, cleaned and organized his email folders, sorted his letters and documents from most to least urgent, and you remembered to water the water peace lily that sat next to his liquor cabinet. You’d picked up his afternoon suit before coming into work and it was hanging behind the door on the coat hanger. Racking your brain for what you could have forgotten, your hands clasp together as you enter Mr. Kim’s office.

“S-sir?” you say with hunched shoulders, your head bowed. You’re too scared to step in closer, your feet stuck at the entrance of his office.

“Close the door, please,” he says, his tone passive, as if his attention is elsewhere. “Lock it.”

Your fingers barely slip away from the door handle before you shakily turn the lock. The soft click of the lock sends a chill down your spine. Unable to move, you rest the weight of your body against the door when you face his direction. Mr. Kim clears his throat as the sound of papers shuffling flutters into your ears.

“Are you going to come see me?” he asks, his tone remaining passive. “Hm? Miss [Y/L/N]?” Papers shuffle again. “Eyes up here.”

“Yes, sir?” you say, lifting your head up the slightest.

Mr. Kim’s eyes were fixed on the papers before him, a gold plated pen in his right hand, matching his gold framed glasses. His long, elegant fingers push the glasses up the bridge of his nose, making you swallow a gulp of air with your eyes fixated on his thumb brushing against his bottom lip. His tongue, bright pink like bubble gum, licked the pad of his thumb. Bringing it down, he flicks a sheet of paper over.

“What did I tell you about pencil skirts?” he asks. The crossout he marks swishes loudly in the silent office. His smooth milky skin glows under the bright office lights, his perfectly sculpted face frozen in its passive beauty.

Standing up straight, squaring your shoulders, you clasp your hands together behind your back. Looking down at the simple black pencil skirt, you ponder at where you had broken the dress code. It had been altered according to his rules: long enough to cover your thighs, short enough to show your knees, tailored to accentuate your curves, but not so tight that you wouldn’t be able to move comfortably.

“I beg your pardon?” you reply, looking back up at him.

“Panty line,” he says, each syllable coming out clearly. The words roll out slowly with his eyes remaining fixed on his work.

Your insides tingle, and you squeeze your thighs together. The steady whirring from the A/C vents halts, and the inside of your ears prickle with heat as Mr. Kim’s bubble gum pink tongue flicks out quickly to wet his lips.

“S-sir?” you stutter, feeling your face grow hot, heat pooling at your jawline.

“Panties are distracting,” he says nonchalantly, flipping over another sheet of paper. “If I can see it and feel it, you need to get rid of it.”

You remain rooted at the door, staring at Mr. Kim cross out errors on his paperwork. His eyes dart up past the top of his glasses, capturing your gaze as he stops moving, the tip of his pen pressing against the last sheet of paper on his desk.

After 2 months of working for Mr. Kim, he still frightens you. He is kind and gentle with his words, but he has a powerful, captivating presence. Being near him always makes you nervous, and currently, your adrenaline is rushing up your spine despite your best efforts to breathe evenly in through your nose and out through your mouth.

Making eye contact always makes your face hot, and you constantly fear that he sees your cheeks flush, even under all the blush you purposely cake on. He is confident, and self assured, never one to second guess his choices. You, meanwhile, constantly worry that you can’t give him exactly what he wants.

In your current position, back pressed to his door with your heart beating fast against your chest, you are afraid. His gaze lights your entire face on fire, and you close your mouth, gulping in a breath of air. Unable to look away from him, you hold his gaze and gently shake your head.

“I-I don’t recall any written rules on panty lines,” you manage to say, standing up straighter.

He sets his pen down, and leans back in his chair. The leather chair groans loudly as the full weight of his body rests into it. His hands reach toward the cuff sleeves of his white button up shirt. Your eyes are fixated on his long fingers rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

“Come here, [Y/N],” he says, pushing himself away from his desk. He slaps his hand against his thigh. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You remain frozen at the door. You have half a mind to blurt out that you quit and rush out the door. The other half of your mind, though, is keenly aware of how hot and wet you feel between your legs. The sweet aftertaste of sugar from your morning coffee lingers on the saliva pooling in your mouth before you give an audible gulp, swallowing it. Your fingers are itching to reach up and pinch your nipples. Hot blood pumping into you has them hardening up against your bra. Knees shaking, you rest your back against the door.

Before you sits a beautiful, handsome man, his power exuding from him with lust reading all over his eyes. They’re shining bright and laser focused on your body. You can never return to the insufferable demands of pleasing countless customers in retail. There is no room for anything else beyond doing your job well, which currently meant pleasing Mr. Seunghun Kim.

Seeing his tongue lick his cherry red lips, you stand up straight. He’s folding the sleeve of his shirt up past his elbow as you walk toward him. Your hands are shaking, and you can hear yourself inhaling deeply as his eyes are fixed on you, his gaze steadily drifting up and down your body. The veins in his arms pop out against his milky white skin, and your eyes struggle to look away from his smooth and well manicured hands.

“Sir?” you say softly once you are standing in front of him. His legs are spread open, and his hands reach out to yours.

Goosebumps travel up your arms at how warm and soft his touch is. He lifts his head to capture your gaze, and you see your reflection on his glasses. Your eyes are hooded and your lips are slightly parted, but a moment later, you see past his specs and blood rushes up to your head as his eyes lock with yours. He breaks eye contact with you when he places his hands on your hips. Obediently, you rest your hands on his firm shoulders.

“How can I focus on work when I know that your panties are squeezing your ass?” he asks, his fingers moving down the curves of your ass, tracing the lining of your panties. His touches warm up your insides better than the coffee you had earlier, your skin tingling from your stomach up to your chest. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you shut your mouth tight, stifling a pitiful moan. You take in a shaky breath as you feel the vibrations of his laugh ride up your shoulder. “This is unprofessional, [Y/N].”

His fingers are digging into your ass cheeks over your skirt, making your whole body flare up in heat. Your mind is so rattled with horny, shameful thoughts of how Mr. Kim is turning you on that you hear the full palmed slaps he gives both your ass cheeks before feeling the hot stinging. Arching your back, you give out a whimper as the force of his slaps hit you deep in your gut, knocking the air out of your lungs. It takes you a couple seconds to give in a sharp inhale of breath.

“Do you see how unprofessional you are?” he asks, palms pressed smoothly against your throbbing cheeks. “Look at me.”

His eyes leave yours, and your gaze follows his, looking down between your bodies. You see a bulge poking up against his pants, and heat hits your face. He rests his back against the chair, his hands slipping to your hips. His fingers continually rub against the lining of your panties at your hips, sending more heat into your skin. His erection is growing, and you lick your lips as you wonder what he tastes like. Sweetness is still lingering in your mouth.

“How is that my fault?” you manage to ask, slipping your right hand down his chest.

You shiver, feeling how firm his body is. His abs are hot against your palm as your hand continues to move down. It’s his turn to shiver when the pads of your fingers trace the length of his cock over his pants. You feel the pressure of adrenaline rush into your chest and your cheeks grow hot when he shuts his eyes, hissing with gritted teeth.

“Take your panties off,” he says calmly, opening his eyes as he grabs your wrists.

His eyes are roaming up and down your body as he releases you, moving back to get a better view of you. He’s hiking up your skirt to reveal your thighs when you look up at Mr. Kim as he gasps. He’s palming the length of his cock as his eyes are glued to your newly exposed skin. A strong rush of adrenaline hits your chest like fire, making your pussy throb with your slick heat quickly building. A starving ache begins to twist in your gut, making you squeeze your thighs together.

With shaky hands, you reach under your skirt at your hips and hook your fingers onto the waistband of your panties and slowly pull them down. Mr. Kim exhales loudly, his huff almost sounding like a growl. You feel a bead of sweat glide down at the nape of your neck toward your back as you shiver. You shut your eyes and feel the heat in your chest turn cold as the sensation rides up your face, making hot blood prickle your face.

Your panties are soaking wet, and your slick heat is smearing against the inside of your thighs, down toward the curve of your ass. Mortified, you breathe heavily through your mouth as you swiftly pull them down your legs, and open your eyes to remove the black panties carefully from your stiletto heels. You jump and stand up straight when Mr. Kim’s hand reaches down and grabs your panties from the floor. He tsks, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth, as you reach over to take them from him.

“I’m confiscating these,” he says with his usual calm tone, grabbing your wrist with his free hand. He rubs the fabric of your cotton panties between his thumb and middle finger, eyes locked with yours. His tongue gently licks his lips as he places your panties into his pants pocket. Unable to move, your face turns so hot you worry your hair will simply ignite into a ball of fire.

“Sir,” you say softly, closing your legs as you try to stand up straight, gently pulling against his hold on your wrist, “my outfit is up to your code. May I go back to work?”

“You are working,” he replies. A river of warmth flows down your chest as he smiles. It’s a beautiful smile, his teeth perfectly set and white with glistening red lips. You’re trying to remain focused on not letting your juices drip down your legs, squeezing your thighs tight, your starving ache intensifying in your gut. “Your panty line faux pas needs to be adequately reprimanded.”

“Sir?” you ask with a soft gasp. Your stomach twists around at the gleam that crosses his eyes.

“You’ve made a mess,” he says, his index finger pointing out toward your thigh. You take a step back, your lower back colliding into his desk. His finger glides up against the inside of your thigh, collecting some of your clear slick fluids. “It’s unprofessional to stand here covered in your filth, [Y/N]. And,” - he inhales a dramatic breath through closed teeth, running his finger over his clothed cock, smearing your juices onto his pants - “look at what you’re doing to me. When you remedy this, that’s when you’ll be fully reprimanded.” He grabs your chin gently with his thumb and index finger, and pulls your face toward him. “Do you want to keep your job?”

“Yes, sir,” you reply with a nod, focusing on his chocolate brown eyes, trying your best not to stare into the bright, wide eyes of your reflection in his glasses. Your lips are flushed and wet, pouting as you feel his warm breath on your lips. He lets you go to grab your waist.

You yelp as he throws you face down on his lap, your body over his lap, your arms flailing in the air as you feel his hands on your hips. Cold air from the vents blow up your skirt, sending a chilling gust up your ass. You shiver and he guffaws as one hand firmly gropes you.

“You entered the office at 8:30, and you took your panties off roughly around 11:30,” he said, caressing his palm over your ass, “so how many hours did you walk around with your distracting panty lines?”

“Three?” you respond, bewildered as to why he was making you do math while you were laying on Mr. Kim’s lap with your ass in the air. You buck your hips and arch your back when you feel the sting of his palm slapping your ass. Your lips are shut as you stifle a groan.

“Don’t answer a question with another question,” he says calmly, his fingers caressing your burning ass cheek. You whimper and jump as you feel a quick, sharp slap. He chuckles and you shut your eyes as his infectious laugh reverberates inside of you. The painful starvation in your gut twists cruelly as your slick fluid flows down your folds, crawling over your burning aching clit.

“How many hours did you walk around me with those distracting panty lines?”

“Three, sir.”

He chuckles and his hands are kneading your ass, one hand sliding under your skirt. A red heat blinds your vision as the side of his hand slides against the bare flesh of your folds. Your insides are rolling around in flames as his laughs ring inside of you and his hands play with your ass.

“Good job, my pretty little doll,” he says with a sweet caring tone, his hands back to kneading your ass cheeks over the fabric of your skirt. “Three hearty slaps to reprimand you. That sounds fair, don’t you think?”

“Yes, sir,” you say, gripping onto the armchair as you shut your eyes, preparing for the impact of his palm on your ass. Adrenaline traveled up your back, making you shiver.

“Scared, doll?” he asks, his hand gently caressing your ass.

You are scared, unsure of when he will smack your ass, but you are excited too. As painful as the stinging is, you are looking forward to your insides shaking. Each slap sent a titillating sensation deep inside of you. You are starting to enjoy the contrast.

“I’m ready, sir,” you reply, turning your head around to sneak a look at Mr. Kim. His eyes are fixed on your ass, a grin on his lips. The sharp gleam in his eyes makes your insides shake, and you turn back around, throwing your face down to the ground with your eyes shut tight.

“Count with me, doll,” he orders, palm caressing your ass.

You squeal when you feel his hand slapping your ass, his palm making a loud, hard impact against the fleshiest part of your ass.

You stutter out, “One,” when you hear him start the count. Your ass is on fire, but your insides are throbbing and your cunt is becoming wetter. A chuckle from him intensifies the reverberations inside of you, making your body shake.

“Calm down, doll,” he coos, and you feel him pet the back of your head, making the tension in your shoulders loosen. His hand glides down your back and caresses your ass. “Can you handle more? Please, baby doll, let me punish you fully.”

You feel the threat of your job at the tip of his tongue, but in honesty, you want him to spank you more than you’d ever cared for the job.

“Punish me, sir, please,” you say, wiggling your hips from side to side, wanting to feel his cock heat up your stomach. “I need to learn how to please you better.”

“You’re a fast learner, doll,” he praises you as his hand caresses the smarting spot he’d slapped. “But,” he gives a sigh as you feel his fingers hook at the hem of your skirt, pulling your skirt up to your hips, exposing your ass and pussy, “you need to understand how much your faux pas hurts this company. Skin to skin contact, doll, can you handle it?”

As a preview, his hand palms your bare ass cheek, and you shut your eyes tight, fingers gripping onto the leather padded armrest. The intensity of the heat against your skin is deepened. You are overfilled with the sensations of your nipples hardening against your bra and your breasts wet with sweat that has collected between your tits.

“Seunghun,” you moan out his name. You hiccup, realizing your error in being so informal. Turning your head over, you pout your lower lip and say as sweetly as possible, “Please forgive my slipup, Mr. Kim.”

Your mind spins, and your body is like a ragdoll in his arms as he stands and throws your front against his desk. You cry out as your front lands against the cold desk, your hands accidentally shoving his papers and neatly arranged stationary to the floor, his black stapler having rolled halfway across the room. He groans, his clothed cock pressing up against your left ass cheek, lighting up your ass in his heat.

“[Y/N],” he says before tsking, his hands caressing your hips while he rocks his cock up and down against your ass in small motions, “today is not your day, baby doll. You’re making a mess of my suit and my office. I might have to tie you down to get you to stop ruining my office during this reprimanding.”

“Mr. Kim, sir,” you say breathlessly, lifting yourself up by pushing your hands up against the desk.

Pain and pleasure strike up your insides and ass with fire as his large palm lands hard and loud on your ass. Your arms are weak and they collapse under your body as you lean up against the desk, your mind clouding with red lust. You want to beg him to fuck you until you can’t walk, but you’re keenly aware that Mr. Kim was stern with calling what you were doing as work. It was all about what he wants, not what you want. Your mind blanks as you feel his palm spank you again, throwing your head down.

“Good job, my dutiful doll,” Mr. Kim says with a soothing tone, his hands kneading your ass. His soft hands massaging your burning skin sends a calming sensation under your skin, making your shiver. “But I do need to reprimand you for messing up my suit and desk.” His hands glide up to your hips and waist. You shiver again as you feel the weight and heat of his front pressing up against your back, the heat of his cock returning to your ass. “And I might have to cancel my lunch meeting to teach you a proper lesson about fucking up my cock.”

His last threat is said softly against your ear. His breath is warm and it sends goosebumps forming up your neck, making it difficult for you to breathe. Opening your mouth you take in deep, ragged breaths.

“Sir?” you manage to say softly. “D-do you need me to call your partners to cancel your lunch meeting?”

You whimper when you feel his hearty guffaws reverberate from his chest onto your back, shaking your insides. He stands up straight, pushing his hips against your ass as his hands grab your hips, fisting his hands onto the fabric of your scrunched up skirt. You hear him hissing through his teeth as he gently bucks his hips up and down, seeming to savor the feel of his cock rubbing against your ass. Your pussy juices are dripping out of you, making you keenly aware of how hot your insides are.

“Yes, Miss [Y/L/N], call Misters Lee and Yoon right now,” he says. He groans as he stills, his hands pulling your skirt toward him, pressing your ass against him. “Reschedule the meeting for the end of the day.”

You prop yourself up by resting your elbows against the desk. With your right hand, you reach for his black corded phone, and press a few buttons. As the phone rings for Mr. Byounggon Lee’s office you are trying not to focus on Mr. Kim returning to gently rocking his cock up and down against your ass.

“Mr. Lee’s office, this is Penny speaking,” Mr. Lee’s secretary answers the phone after 4 rings.

“Hi Penny,” you announce, keeping your tone cordial though you feel a moan building up at the back of your throat, “this is [Y/N]. Mr. Kim needs to reschedule his lunch meeting. Would Mr. Lee be available for a meeting at 4:00 PM?”

You throw a hand up to cover your mouth, muffling a soft moan as your insides are squirming madly. Mr. Kim’s hands are snaking up your body, and his front is warming up your back. You focus on the sounds of Penny chewing her gum loudly.

“I will let Mr. Lee know about the rescheduled meeting for the end of the day,” Penny says at last. “Is there anything else I can assist you with, [Y/N]?”

“That’s all, thank you, Penny.”

After saying farewell, you press the red button at the bottom of the device, ending the call, and throw your head down as you give out heavy pants. Your barely audible moans escape with every exhale. His hands are palming your breasts over the fabric of your top. The padding from your bra softens his touches, though his hands on your body still sends heat deep inside of you. You crave for more.

“Sir,” you manage to say, lifting your head up to look at the front door.

You are seconds away from turning around and pulling his cock out of his pants to encourage him to fuck you right now. The air was thick with the musk exuding from him blending in with your rosy sweet perfumed sweat, heightening your horny desires. But that wasn’t what he was telling you to do. And you wanted to please Mr. Kim.

His new suit was hanging at the door, covered under a clear plastic covering. You had woken up early to pick up the suit from the dry cleaning shop. If you hadn’t woken up so early perhaps you would have taken the time to put on a thong instead of grabbing the first pair of panties your hand found in the drawer. You couldn’t blame your boss for your mistakes, though.

“Sir, I need to call Mr. Yoon’s office.”

“Get to it, then,” he says through a shaky breath. He releases you, and steps away from you. Your chest feels tight as the heat of his body leaves yours. Instead of relieving your body of the building heat, your insides squirm violently and your ass feels cold without his cock pressed up against it.

Your focus returns to the phone, and you push a few buttons to call Mr. Yoon’s office. Mr. Yoon’s secretary doesn’t chew gum, but he shouts into the phone as he asks his boss if he can reschedule. Once the rescheduled meeting is confirmed, you swiftly hang up, and before you can ask Mr. Kim if you did a good job, he lifts you up and turns you around to face him.

“My lovely doll,” he says softly, reaching a hand up to caress your cheek, “I didn’t realize how good you really are.”

His lips hover over yours. You shut your eyes, afraid that you’ll lose your composure and fall down to your knees to grab his cock and suck on it like a needy slut. The scent of Mr. Kim’s musky body and floral perfume consumes your senses, and you rest your hands onto the edge of the desk behind you to keep yourself standing. Your knees are shaking, and you are squeezing your thighs together tight, humiliated at the mess between your legs.

“Gum chewing? That’s a firm reprimand if you were to do that.” His hands reach down to grab your bare ass. You open your eyes, your back shaking from the heat of his hands on you. “By now, you should know not to chew gum when speaking. Shouting at your boss instead of getting up to speak to him cordially?” He gives a soft chuckle, a smile appearing before he bites onto his bottom lip. “If you were to do that, I’d have to reprimand your mouth.”

He runs his thumb over your lips, and pushes it gently into your mouth, retrieving it as soon as your tongue slides out to press against the pad of his thumb. Your clit is throbbing with a sharp ache as you breathe heavily through your mouth, a whine escaping. If you are doing so well why is he still teasing you? The salty aftertaste from his thumb lingers on your tongue, keeping you wet for him.

“You still need to be punished for your transgressions today,” he said. You’re frozen still, barely breathing, as his fingers reach up to undo the white buttons to your pink button down top.

“Sir!” You gasp when he pulls your top down your shoulders, revealing your satin pink bra. You have never seen a man so efficiently unbutton a top in under 5 seconds.

“These fucking tits,” he says with a low tone, one hand reaching out behind you to grab your wrists, “so distracting and beautiful.”

You flinch at his firm grasp on you, and he pushes your wrists in his hold up against your back, forcing you to push your chest up into the air. You try your best to rest your weight up against the desk, and give out a soft whine when Mr. Kim’s hand smacks up against your left breast. A sting hits the underside of your breast, though you know the padding of your bra helped dull the impact.

“Sir,” you say softly, looking into his eyes, “what sort of punishment is this?”

He gives you a crooked smile, making you feel a sweet warmth soothe your nerves, clearing your mind enough to focus on him. His free hand reaches up and pulls at his tie, loosening the knot. You blow air towards his temples when you notice that he has sweat beads building at the top of his head. He shuts his eyes, his mouth closing into a serene smile.

He opens his eyes slowly, creating a calming warmth that loosens the tension in your shoulders. He licks his lips as his eyes drift to your lips. His eyes are closed as he presses his lips to yours. You lean into his warm, slightly bitter tasting kiss, though you fight to keep your eyes open. You want to adore his thick, wet eyelashes.

When you feel him push forward, deepening the kiss as his tongue glides into your mouth, you close your eyes and open your mouth to give him more access. Pushing back on his slick tongue, your tongue swipes against his bottom lip. He groans against your lips as you capture his bottom lip in your mouth, sucking on it before you release him.

“Baby doll,” he says, caressing your cheek with his thumb, holding your face close to his, “do you enjoy being reprimanded?” You bite your bottom lip when your smile gives away your answer. He chuckles, and pulls you in for a soft, wet kiss. His tongue flicks against your lips and you furrow your eyebrows when he immediately breaks the kiss. “I’m enjoying it too,” he says, caressing your cheek as he smiles. You groan as you feel his grip on your wrists tighten for a moment. “But you need to learn not to make a mess of me and my office during work hours. Don’t move.”

He releases you and you remain still, keeping your hands resting against your back. You try your best not to focus on your thighs wet with sweat and your slick fluids, so you watch him undo his tie. He takes off his glasses and sets them inside the top desk drawer. You furrow your eyebrows as you watch him take out his keyring from his pants pocket to lock the drawer with the small gold key.

His plan comes together when you watch him slip his tie around your wrists, and you have half a mind to pull away from him, realizing he’s tying you down. But he pins his hips over yours and you stop moving. He plants a kiss on your neck before focusing on tying your wrists together. He finishes when he’s tying a knot around the metal handle to the locked desk drawer.

“Sir,” you say softly when he unhooks your bra, and slips the straps off your shoulders, his fingers gently gliding up against your skin, “should I-should I not wear bras either?”

His soft touches create goosebumps up your arms and down your chest. You press your lips together to stifle a moan as your back shakes, the starving ache in your stomach twisting into knots.

“Don’t tempt me,” he says, meeting your eyes when he smiles. His hands palm your breasts and you feel goosebumps form up your back as his touches send a surge of heat rushing down to your core. “Why not set your desk in my office so I can watch you answer calls naked?”

“Sir,” you say softly, feeling your cheeks and nose prickle with heat, “will you really make me do that?”

“You’d like that?” he asks, his sweet smile appearing, contrasting with his low soft tone. You shut your eyes and whine when you feel his hand slap your breast. “My naughty baby doll.” He uses both hands to slap both your tits and you bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from whining at every slap. After a handful of slaps, you inhale deeply as you feel his hands palming your tits, soothing the stinging on your skin.

“Seunghun,” you moan out when he leans down and flicks his tongue against your erect nipple. You give out a loud, sweet moan as you watch him wrap his mouth around your left nipple while he teases your right by pinching and palming you. The pain and pleasure contrasting tightens the knots in your stomach and you have lost control. “Fuck me, oh, fuck!” You’ve given into your primal desires and you need Seunghun Kim to ruin you. You buck your hips up against his body, and you moan another, “Fuck!” as he guffaws into your breast and gropes your ass with his free hand.

“I’m the boss,” he says, standing up straight. Your whine hitches in your throat when his palm slaps your left breast. “Baby doll, I know you enjoy this,” your legs and back shake erratically as his fingers glide up against the front of your slit, his voice and touch sending wildfire into your nerves, “but this is supposed to teach you a lesson to obey me better.” A red light blinds you as you shut your eyes tight, feeling his hand slap the front of your pussy.

“Seunghun!” you gasp out, your hips shaking. You groan as you feel his hand grab your ponytail, tugging it back, making you tilt your head up toward the ceiling. He is hovering over you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s my name?” he asks softly, his lips close to yours. His eyes are shining brightly into yours now that he has taken his glasses off. You gulp a painful breath of air as he tugs your ponytail.

“Mr. Kim, sir.”

A stronger slap hits your pussy again, stinging your bare flesh. You swallow your whine, shutting your mouth tight, though your hips roughly buck up against his desk.

“Who am I?”

“You’re my boss, sir.”

“Then why did you address me so informally?” He slaps your pussy, the stinging growing into a radiating throb at your front. You give out a whimper when you feel him slap your right breast.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper out, your thighs shaking as you struggle to remain standing, “Mr. Kim.”

“I will forgive you,” he says before you feel the sting of his hand slapping your pussy. Your ass cheeks hurt as his slap rocks your insides and you buck up against his desk. He gives a low, approving hum, the rumble of his voice making your pussy wetter. “You haven’t remedied your disobedience by disturbing my cock.”

“Sir?”

His hands are gone, and you open your eyes to see Mr. Kim unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. Your eyes are focused on him when he pulls his pants and boxers down to reveal his veiny, well groomed cock. The hairs are short and compliment his well toned hips, his skin looking smooth.

You feel the silk fabric of his tie tighten against your wrists when you make to move. Your hands want to touch his cock. Stroke it and shove it into your mouth so you could hear him moan out your name. At least, then, he’d understand how difficult it is to stop calling out the name of the person torturing your body in undiluted pleasure.

“Don’t be too loud,” he orders, one hand on your hip with the other grabbing his cock and stroking it. Your eyes refuse to stop staring at him gliding the tip of his cock against your slit. “Widen your legs, doll.” You do as he says, and you moan softly as he hisses through his teeth when he slides his tip down toward your entrance. “Fuck,” he whispers, his fingers on your hip digging into your skin, “you’re wet, baby doll, but still so tight.” He gives out a gentle, sweet sigh, shutting his eyes for a couple seconds.

His hand releases his cock as he pushes in more, making your nerves shake erratically, your mind trying to remain focused on resting against his desk. One hand grabs your ponytail again, and you give out a groan, shutting your eyes, when you feel him tug your head toward the ceiling. Another hand slaps your breast before clapping down to smack your ass, the pain and pleasure intensifying, your focus loosening as your vision is blurring around the edges. You jump against his body, and you moan as his cock pushes deeper into you.

His kisses are sloppy as his tongue invades your mouth, tasting your lips before gliding over your jawline to lick your earlobe. His physical affections are intense, his cock throbbing as he remains still balls deep inside of you, letting your pussy get accustomed to his cock. His hands are roaming over your naked body, gliding up your back, caressing your shoulder and neck before pinching your nipples. He slaps your pussy, the stinging sending a sharp jolt up your back. You moan, the pain and pleasure so intense your insides shake. You whimper as his hand slaps you across the face, the sting sharp enough to burn for a few seconds.

"Shh," he coos, caressing your cheek. "Not so loud, doll."

You swallow a groan when he slaps your other cheek, the stinging lighting up the left side of your face, your sinuses flaring up. You open your eyes, feeling fat tears fall down your cheeks.

"I'm sorry, sir," you say, swallowing spit that had pooled in your mouth. He smiles and plants a wet kiss on your lips.

"You're doing so good, baby doll," he assures you, caressing your neck with his silky fingers.

"I live to please you, sir," you say with a shaky breath. He groans and pulls back slowly. You ball your hands into tight fists as his cock lights up your insides with so much heat you feel smoke tickle your ass.

“Will you be showing up to my office with panty lines after today?” he asks when one hand is groping your breast and the other is caressing your cheek, pulling your face to look at his.

“No, sir,” you reply. His hips thrust up into you, and you shut your eyes as his hips shove your body up against the desk. Your wrists are rubbing against his tie, but that sharp sensation pales in comparison to his cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. The ache in your stomach is fighting between the sharp twists and a sweet unraveling relief of the knots loosening. “Mr. Kim.”

You moan as he begins a slow in and out rhythm. His lips are on your neck with his hands pushing your body toward his, lifting your hips up and down slightly to build up better friction. Your eyes travel mindlessly around the walls of his office when you open your eyes, every thrust sending his sweet heat deep into you, lighting your nerves up with shaking heat.

He pulls away from your neck when he builds up to a faster rhythm. He leans back, his eyes focused on his cock pushing in and out of you. When your stomach is feeling like the starving ache is just starting to unravel, he stops, breathing heavily. He groans with his lips shut tight while you give out a soft moan when he pushes your hips up against his.

He hooks his arm under your left knee and brings your leg up to rest the bottom of your foot against the edge of the desk. You give out a soft cry, furrowing your eyebrows, sweat gliding down your temples and back as the sensation of his cock inside of you shifts. A dull throb is pulsating at the back of your throat. He bucks his hips up as he pulls your knee against his body, and you give out a mewl as you feel his cock hit your sweet spot. A sharp, intense heat hits your guts and chest and you shake against him, your vision blurring again.

He gives out a guffaw and groans with more chuckles as he begins a shallow rhythm. Every push in sends the intense heat into your body and you’re on the edge of an orgasm as your stomach is filled continually with his hot heat. All you can do is arch your back and wiggle in his hold as he wraps one arm up your back, pressing your chest up against him.

“Do I feel good?” he asks as the hand on your back pushes you tighter against him. His cheeks are flushed, and his lips are as red as ever, wet, tempting you to kiss him.

“Yes sir,” you give out desperate pants. Your insides are shaking as you’ve never felt such a steady intense flow of heat coursing inside of you. His cock is filling you up so well you can barely speak coherently. “N-never ever fucked t-this good.”

You shut your eyes and moan when he pulls your body closer to him. The tie is tugging tightly at your wrists as he keeps pulling you toward him, your arms still stuck behind your back. The sharp pain in your wrists blends in with the heat and pressure of his cock continually hitting your sweet spot, making you mewl and whimper.

“Quiet,” he says, letting go of your back and clapping his hand over your mouth. You struggle to breathe through your nose, opening your eyes to see the blurry shape of Mr. Kim’s face. Nodding, you breathe desperately through your nose.

His lips are over yours, his hand resting on your thigh. You moan into his lips as your tongues are moving together in and out of each other’s mouths. You try to break the kiss as his thumb presses against your throbbing pink clit. His mouth is sucking on your lips, his tongue shoving aggressively into your mouth as you mewl into his lips. Saliva drips down your mouth and chin as you let him assault your mouth, your mind too weak to do anything.

Hot tears roll down your cheeks as you blink them away. Mr. Kim releases your lips and his eyes go down to look at him playing with your pussy. His right arm is still holding your leg up against his body with his left hand flicking your wet, aching clit, and his cock continues to drive up into you in fast shallow pushes.

“Come, baby doll,” he says softly, lifting his head up to make eye contact with you. He bends forward and plants a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips. His hold on your leg tightens and he begins to rub his thumb against your clit in a circular motion. His handiwork sends fire straight to your nerves, making your body shake violently on his desk and against him. “Come for me, baby doll.”

“Seunghun!” you blurt out when your orgasm comes crashing down. Your hips buck erratically as Mr. Kim continues to fuck you. Your stomach hurts as your muscles constrict with sweet pain while his hard cock pushes against your writhing pussy walls.

“Shh, not so loud,” he says before stilling, pressing his thumb against your clit. You focus on the blood swimming in your head, making you dizzy. Your entire body is filled with utter bliss, and you don’t want it to end. Your nerves are swaying as if an ocean breeze is washing over you. “Doll.”

You open your eyes, the blissful breeze rolling around just under your skin. It’s creating goosebumps up your shoulders. The pain in your wrists are throbbing and your left knee is aching.

Blinking away the blurry tears, you look down to see Mr. Kim retrieving his cock from your heat. His hand pumps the length of his wet, thick cock, and he groans as ribbons of thick white come shoots out of his tip. You shiver as the hot heat of his come lands on your stomach, small splatters of it landing onto your bra, which had slipped down your arms, stretched and resting at your waist.

He releases you completely, your leg falling down heavily, and he takes a step back to look at the mess he made of you. Too fucked out to feel shame, you can only focus on his eyes drifting up and down your body. Heat hits your cheeks as you feel your insides warming up and squirming, your slick heat continuing to build inside of you.

“I’ll clean this up immediately, sir,” you pant out with heavy breaths. You lick your lips, uncomfortable with the dryness in your mouth.

“Let me enjoy how well you did today first,” he said with his usual patient, calm tone. His smile is sweet as the corner of his lips curve upwards and his eyes crinkle up. Your body is glowing in a gentle throbbing heat as Mr. Kim’s eyes travel up and down your body. “No more panties, doll, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

You shut your eyes with your head tilting into the air, your body lighting up in heat when Mr. Kim kisses your neck, his hands untying the knot that is holding your wrists together. He hums a low appreciative chuckle into your lips when you kiss him, giggling into his lips. You wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, pushing your tongue against his lips. Your chest feels light and your mind is struggling to focus when his lips leave yours, his thumb stroking a soft touch against your cheek for a second.

“[Y/N],” he says as his hands wrap around your wrists, keeping your arms pressed against his body, “you called me informally again. How am I going to punish that disrespectful mouth of yours?”

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cocobeanncteez · 3 years

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ATEEZ San- Confessions (oneshot)

Genre: Angst, fluff, suggestive, high school au, enemies to lovers au.

Pairing: San x Reader (fem)

Warnings: profanities, alcohol.

On a scale of one to ten, you'd rate your life at your prestigious boarding school a nine.

You loved KQ Academy: a boarding school for the rich, spoiled brats of the country. The teachers were highly experienced and the other staff were really nice. The cafeteria food was great and the vending machines always had your favorite drinks. The bathrooms were clean and the classrooms, laboratories, and other activity rooms were large and spacious. There were three different sports fields, a large swimming pool, and a large athletics field. The dormitories were also really comfortable and overall impressive. Basically, your school was lit.

So why did you rate your great life here a nine? Two words: Choi San.

San was the only person here who got on your nerves. Not only was he a rich, spoiled brat, but he was also the most popular guy at school and the captain of the volleyball team. His pretty face screamed of nothing but trouble... for you.

You don't understand why San doesn't like you; ever since he joined your school in ninth grade, you both never got along despite being in the same friend group. Your friends tried their best to make you both decently talk to each other, but they gave up eventually when it clearly wasn't working; you both always argued about the smallest, stupidest things.

"Should I get another piercing?" Hongjoong asked, opening his strawberry yogurt.

"Where?" Yunho questioned. "Please, not on your ear! Let the poor thing breathe!" You chuckled, glancing at the many piercings on your twin brother's ears.

"I swear Hongjoong hyung is a masochist," Yeosang stated, making Mingi and Wooyoung burst out laughing.

"And he likes exhibitionism," Seonghwa said. Hongjoong rolled his eyes, quietly eating his yogurt; he was used to everyone teasing him.

"Hey guys!" you heard Choi San greet before he took his usual seat beside Wooyoung. You glanced at him, immediately noticing his disheveled hair and swollen lips.

"Oh god, San, who was it now?" Eunhee, Hongjoong's girlfriend, questioned.

"Na Yuri," San said with a smirk. "She took me behind the auditorium. There were no cameras there." You heard Jiwoo mumble a 'not surprise' from beside you, making you chuckle.

"And you managed to get off in less than five minutes?" Wooyoung asked, raising an eyebrow.

San fake gasped in shock. "What! Wooyoung, you know I don't fuck these girls. I've only made out with them."

"What, really?" Jongho asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I haven't slept with anyone other than my ex, Jina," San said, taking a bite of Yeosang's ice cream sandwich, earning a glare from the boy. You were quite surprised at this new information; the entire school thought San fucked a new chick every week. You wondered why he never said anything about it despite all the false claims.

"Y/N," you heard someone call you, catching all your friends' attention. You saw Kim Yonghee approach you with the sweetest smile on his face. He handed you your notebook that you had given him two days ago. "Thank you so much. Your notes really helped."

"You aced your test?"

He smirked. "Of course." He opened his mouth to say something, but one of his friends called him for football practice. "Well, I'll see you in math," he said with a wink before walking away.

"Oh, someone's blushing!" Eunhee teased.

Yunho chuckled. "Wow, Y/N, I wonder what's got you all pink."

"Yonghee is so fucking cute! I kinda want to date him," you squealed, earning a scoff from an unamused San. Yeosang raised an eyebrow at San who only shrugged. "Do you have an issue, San?" you asked, annoyed by his reaction.

"No, why would I?"

"Well, your reaction doesn't seem like it."

"Why would I care about you and that piece of shit?" he spat, looking away.

"You don't even know him!" your voice was raising.

"Here we go again," Yeosang muttered under his breath.

San glared at you. "As if you know about the way he screws around with—"

"So what? I'd rather be with someone like him than with someone like you," you stated in a cold tone. San's face fell, but he immediately put his pokerface on.

Seonghwa sighed. "Can you two stop fighting for once?"

"It's his fault," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"No, it's yours," San retorted. "You could've ignored me."

You were about to say something, but the bell rang. You glared at San before dragging Wooyoung and Mingi with you to your next class.

A month later, you ended up in an FWB relationship with Kim Yonghee. So far, things were going really well.

You were at Seonghwa and Hongjoong's dorm with everyone. You noticed how San has been really quiet and sulky these past few days. Despite always arguing with him, you felt worried for him. You wanted to ask him if he was all right, but you knew he'd just roll his eyes or make a sarcastic comment.

You nudged Yunho who was sitting beside you. "Is San all right?" you whispered in his ear.

Yunho shook his head. "No, he's not okay. I don't know what happened, and he said he doesn't want to talk about it." You nodded, but you felt like Yunho was lying to you.

"Y/N, how are things going on between you and Yonghee?" Mingi asked.

"Good," you answered with a smile. "He's an absolute gentleman."

"Yeah, I could tell from last night," Eunhee teased, making you choke on nothing in particular, wondering how she found out about you sneaking Yonghee into your suite style dorm. "You're not as sneaky as you think you are, Y/N."

San slammed his can of sprite on the table, startling a few of you. "Sorry, I'm a little tired," he mumbled. "Yunho, I'm going to our room. I'll see you all tomorrow." You noticed Wooyoung and Seonghwa share a glance before Seonghwa nodded.

"I'm heading back as well. Good night guys," Seonghwa said, quickly getting up and following San. There was clearly something up with San and you really wanted to find out.

While you were having lunch with your friends, Yonghee came to your table. He kissed you gently, earning an 'aww' from Eunhee and Jiwoo.

"Hey, hey, hey, no kissing in front of her older brother," Hongjoong said sternly. You rolled your eyes; he was only older by eight minutes.

"Sorry, man," Yonghee chuckled. "Here," he handed you a few sheets. "Seunghun told me to give this to you. It's his part of the assignment you both are working on. He said you can arrange it however you'd like."

"Ah, tell him I said thanks," you said.

"Will do, doll." he kissed your head before leaving.

San witnessed the entire scene and he lost his appetite. He pushed his food around with his spoon, feeling heartbroken.

"Step up your game, bro," Mingi said to San in a low tone so that the others couldn't hear.

"What do you mean?" San questioned.

Mingi rolled his eyes. "We all know you like Y/N. Don't give her up easily."

"Well, she likes Yonghee."

"They're only friends with benefits," Hongjoong said, joining the conversation. "They're just fooling around. I know it might seem like she has feelings for him, but trust me, she doesn't."

San bit his lip anxiously. "But she hates me."

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "I know my sister well enough to say that she doesn't hate you, Sannie. In fact, she was really hurt 'cause she thinks you hate her. You both should really stop fighting and assuming shit."

"She doesn't hate me?" San asked in surprise.

"No, she doesn't, you idiot," Mingi muttered with a sigh. "Now step up your game, San, before someone else sweeps her off her feet."

You were watching the volleyball team practice for an upcoming inter-school match. San and Yeosang were on the team, so your entire group was here as well, watching them practice 'cause there was nothing else to do.

You had to admit, San was a great captain. He was so sweet to them and hyped them up every time they did well. It was even more fascinating to watch him play. When the team decided to take a break, he approached you, taking his water bottle from where you were sitting.

You couldn't help but check him out in the team uniform. The blue tank top and shorts exposed the muscles on his arms and thighs. He titled his head back, pouring the water into his mouth. You watched his Adam's apple bob with every gulp, and the way a few drops of water rolled down his lips and chin. His jawline looked sharper, and you saw a bead of sweat travelling down the side of his face. San looked undeniably attractive, especially with his new eyebrow piercing and dyed black hair; he already looked so good with his previous brown hair, and now he looked irresistible.

"Y/N, I asked you something," San said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry, what were you saying?" you hoped he didn't notice you checking him out. San and you have surprisingly not had any fights recently, and he wasn't making any comments to piss you off either. You wondered why he suddenly changed his behavior towards you after years of getting on your nerves.

He smirked, pointing to his little red bag. "Could you open my bag and give me the green towel?" You did as he said, unkowingly blushing. San noticed everything, but he didn't say anything about it yet. He wiped the sweat off his face with the towel, suddenly leaning in close to your face. Your eyes darted between his eyes and his lips, and your heartbeat sped up. San reached behind you to take his bag, shoving the towel and his water bottle inside. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, mentally reminding yourself to get your shit together. You glanced at your friends, relieved that they were too busy talking to notice the little scene between you and San; you knew they would tease the shit out of you if they saw what happened.

"Y/N," Yeosang called out. "You're coming for the party tomorrow night, no?"

"Of course," you said, a little confused as to why he suddenly asked. "Jiwoo would kill me if I missed it."

Jiwoo turned her head at the mention of her name. "Damn right, I would," she said with a nod.

Yeosang smirked. "You're coming in my car."

"I have to sit on San's lap?!" you half-yelled at Yeosang.

"Yeah, Yunho is sitting in the front with the Pegasus glass figurine he got for Jiwoo. The painting I got is in the backseat, and our bags are in the trunk. So you don't have a choice."

You bit your lip. "Fine."

You waited outside the car until San and Yunho came from their dorm. You wondered why San wasn't surprised when you told him you had to sit on his lap, but you brushed it off, assuming Yeosang would've told him earlier.

San was dressed in all black: ripped jeans, a leather jacket and a black t-shirt underneath it. You sat on his lap, closing the car door. He looked irresistible and his Chanel perfume made him smell so good, you didn't know how you'd survive the half an hour long car ride to Jiwoo's mansion without him noticing you inhaling his scent like air.

San gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him so that you could sit comfortably. Yeosang started driving and you hoped time would go really fast.

Unfortunately, time seemed to be going really slow for you.

San pushed your hair to one side, making you lean back a little so that your back was pressed against his chest. "Sit comfortably, I don't bite," he whispered in your ear.

Yunho was talking about something, but you paid no attention. The only thing you could focus on was San's beautiful voice and laughs while you blankly stared out the window.

San noticed you weren't paying attention. He leaned forward a little, his lips coming in contact with the bare skin of your shoulder, making goosebumps arise on your skin. "Are you cold?" San teased when he saw the goosebumps on your bare thighs; you cursed yourself for wearing a short off-shoulder dress.

"Yeah, I am," you lied. San rubbed his palms together before placing them on your thighs. You gasped softly at his warm touch. He gently rubbed your thighs, trying to warm you up like as if he didn't know why you got goosebumps in the first place.

"We're here, guys," Yeosang announced, pulling up into Jiwoo's mansion that was lit up with a lot of LED lights.

You quickly got out of the car once Yeosang parked, running to hug Jiwoo.

"Happy eighteenth, Jiwoo!"

She chuckled. "Thank you, Y/N!"

"I can't wait to see you drunk!" you said with a giggle, excited that your friend could finally drink. She playfully rolled her eyes, dragging you inside to where half your school was while she told you which room you would be staying in. You were sure there were nearly two hundred people here, but you weren't surprised; Jiwoo's birthday parties were always like this.

"By the way, you're sharing a room with San tonight," Jiwoo said.

Your eyes widened. "What?! Why? Wasn't I supposed to be sleeping in your room?"

"Yeah," she said. "But, um... Yunho might be there and I don't think you'd want to witness us—"

"Okay, okay!" you half-yelled. "Why can't I sleep in Eunhee's room?"

"Ask Hongjoong if he's willing to switch with you," she chuckled and you groaned, knowing very well your twin brother would rather sleep next to his girlfriend than next to his friend.

But maybe he would agree? After all, he's quite protective of you and he wouldn't let you sleep next to a guy.

"Absolutely not," Hongjoong replied when you asked him to switch places with you.

"Joong! How can you let your baby sister sleep with a guy?" you whined.

He shrugged. "I trust San more than any other guy here. Besides, I need some privacy with my girl, you know? The dorms aren't a very great place to—"

You slammed your palm over his mouth, shutting him up. "I get it! I'll just deal with it."

You walked over to the bar, getting a whiskey and coke. You didn't have an issue with sleeping next to San; you just didn't know how you'd control yourself around him, especially after what happened hardly an hour ago.

After Jiwoo cut her huge birthday cake and popped a bottle of Champagne, some people from your grade sat down in one of the rooms to play truth or dare. Wooyoung and Mingi literally begged you to play and of course, you couldn't refuse.

"All right, I'm gonna spin it," Jongho said, spinning an empty beer bottle. It landed on Yeosang. "Truth or dare, hyung?" Jongho asked.

"Truth," he answered.

"I got one!" Seonghwa said, turning to smirk at Yeosang. "Do you like a certain Japanese girl who's in your economics class?" You chuckled, glancing at the Japanese girl who was sitting right across Yeosang.

Yeosang smirked. "Of course I like my girlfriend." Your jaw dropped and so did many other's. You glanced at Mayumi who was clearly blushing; she reminded you so much of Yeosang.

"Kang Yeosang! You sly shit!" Wooyoung yelled, playfully tackling his friend to the ground.

"I knew something was happening between them!" Hongjoong stated with a laugh, making Mayumi turn pinker than she already was.

After a few more rounds, some people left, making the circle of people smaller. Eunhee spun the bottle and it landed on herself.

"Truth or dare?" Mingi asked.

"Truth."

"Is Hongjoong hyung a dom or a sub?" Mingi asked with a smirk.

"Both, but mostly a dom," she answered, unbothered.

"I'm not even surprised," Wooyoung said before spinning the bottle. It landed on you.

"Truth or dare, Y/N?" Wooyoung asked, a smile dancing on his lips.

"I'll go with dare."

Wooyoung grinned mischievously. "I dare you to . . . give San a hickey." You choked on nothing in particular.

"In front of you all?"

"Obviously not!" Hongjoong said in disgust. "I'd rather not witness that."

Your friends cheered for you when you got up and dragged San along with you to the room you both had to share tonight. Your heart raced with every step you took, and when he closed the door, the only sound you could hear was your pounding heartbeat.

San removed his shoes before sitting on the middle of the bed. You took off your heels, getting on the bed as well.

"Where do you want it?" you asked, avoiding eye-contact.

"Below my collarbone or here," he pointed to an area of the left side of his neck. You decided to give it on his neck because you've never given a collarbone hickey, so you didn't want to screw it up and embarrass yourself in front of the man who was currently driving you crazy.

San sat against the headboard of the bed, letting you straddle his lap. You placed a hand at his nape and the other at his shoulder, leaning in to place your lips on his neck. You gently brushed your lips against his skin before kissing around the area for a while. Your hand at his nape moved into his hair, tugging on it. San groaned softly, hands gripping your waist while he tilted his head to give you more access. You started to suck on his skin, making sure you bit him gently and gave him a few little licks. San's hands pushed you down on his growing bulge, making you moan against his skin. You pulled away from his neck, eyes instantly locking with his. You glanced between his eyes and his lips, unknowingly biting your own. San freed your bottom lip with his thumb, running it over your lip.

"I'd like to bite that lip," San said in a low tone. You couldn't control yourself anymore. You crashed your lips onto his and he responded just as eagerly as you. San took your bottom lip in between his teeth, gently pulling and biting on it, making you moan. He smirked, pulling away. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this."

"Don't you hate me?" you asked, shocked by his little confession.

San flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. He pressed his bulge against you. "What do you think?" he whispered, making you blush. "Y/N, you drive me absolutely crazy. I've liked you ever since ninth grade." Your eyes widened; he has liked you ever since he joined your school?!

"But— Then why were you always fighting with me?" you couldn't help but ask, even though right now wasn't a very... appropriate time.

"Remember how I was back then? I was so nerdy and you liked guys who were the complete opposite of that," he said, cupping your cheek. "No matter how hard I tried to get you to like someone like me, it just never worked. You always liked seniors and dated playboys. And then when I started screwing around, you still didn't like me. I guess... I guess that's why I fought with you a lot and it got worse over the years."

"San, you were perfect," you murmured. "I always thought you were way too good for me, that's why I never really bothered." you ran your hand through his hair. "I'm sorry for making you change yourself..."

San shook his head, lying beside you on the bed. "It's not your fault. I was fifteen and stupid, Y/N. Besides, I'm used to being like this now." You bit your lip, not knowing what to say. "Y/N, I hated seeing you with Yonghee. I know you guys aren't dating, but the thought of you with him or with anyone else... I really hate it," he looked like he wanted to say something, but he was hesitating a lot. You cupped his cheek, giving him an encouraging smile.

San took a deep breath. "Um, Y/N, do you... feel the same way about me?" You immediately kissed him as an answer, making him blush and sigh in relief.

"Well, my dare is complete," you murmured, fingers running over the hickey you had given him. You leaned in, placing a soft kiss on it. "How about we continue from where we left off?" you whispered in his ear.

San smirked, pulling you close to his body by your waist. "Mhmm, I'd like that."

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yehet-about-it · 4 years

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BEST FRIENDS AND BANANAS: A SERIES OF AWKWARD EVENTS | Semester I Part 17 - Morning Sleepyhead

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Semester I Synopsis: It’s your junior year at college and it’s been over a year since you were in a relationsip, but luckily you’re not short of eligble men to choose from. Your best friends are 6 rowdy boys (aka the dreamies) and your favourite girl Jiwon, but what happens when a fleeting romance with a handsome senior leads to big changes in your relationships?

Pairings: Jaemin x Reader, Best Friend!Renjun x Reader, Hendery x Reader, Choi San x Reader

Genre: College AU, Fluff, Comedy, Light smut in some parts

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol/drinking, references to a previous sexual encounter, mature content, this part isn’t that explicit but there are several references to sex things, so 17+!!

A/N: No social media for this update just writing! Sorry if it’s not the best, it’s been a while since I’ve written!

~ Clara x

You woke up groggily, wincing as your eyes adjusted to the morning light. Scanning the room from atop your pillow you were relieved to see that you were in your own room, and not some strangers; that was the last thing you needed on top of the splitting headache that was about to hit you. However, as you became more aware of your surroundings, you realised there was a large bottle of water and several boxes of painkillers set on the nightstand, and suddenly you became painfully aware of the presence behind you.

Apprehensively, you turned yourself over to see who the guest was taking residence on the other side of your bed, trying your best not to freak out, but your face softened when you saw your best friend shirtless and sat up under your covers, looking down at his phone, which was apparently plugged in to your charger. Your heart swelled at the familiar sight, his hair ruffled and unstyled, and his eyes a little red and tired, reminding you how sweet he was. But then it hit you. Images of the night before started seeping into your mind and you began to remember exactly what you had done.

You remembered stumbling hand in hand into the cab, smiling softly at Renjun as you passed by all the people on the sidewalk enjoying their Saturday night. You remembered the look he gave you, before he leaned over in the cab to kiss you for the first time, the raw intensity of it. You remembered kicking off your shoes as you tumbled into your apartment, wrapping yourself tightly around him as he kissed you up against the wall. You remembered his fingers grazing your skin as he hastily rid you of your clothes, his hot breath igniting a fire in your core as he roamed your body looking for your sweet spots. And most of all you remembered how good it felt.

Suddenly becoming aware of your changed state of consciousness, Renjun looked up from his phone, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Morning sleepyhead,” he said in his usual sweet tone, dropping his phone back on the night stand, a shy smile on his face. “Morning...” you managed to reply, unable to tear your eyes away from him, still shell-shocked from your memories of last night. “You feeling okay? I found you some painkillers if you need them,” he said calmly. You blinked back at him. The sheer shock had dulled the pounding of your headache but you couldn’t bring yourself to respond. Eventually, you managed to tear your gaze away from him and slowly sat up, resting your head against the head board, making sure to bring the covers with you since it had been brought to your attention that you were completely bare underneath. “Y/n?” He pressed. You looked back at him. “Renjun... I- We-...” Try as you might, you couldn’t finish the sentence. Really, you didn’t know what the hell you were going to say. You’d just had sex with your best friend and no words came to mind other than ‘WHAT. THE. FUCK?’

“Yeah... We did…” Renjun spoke. What you couldn’t understand was how he wasn’t more flustered about the whole situation. Whenever any of the guys brought up any of his hook ups he’d turn red as a tomato and get all defensive, but right now he seemed weirdly collected given the situation you were in. “I’m sorry y/n. I really am,” he started. “We were both so drunk and I suppose it just happened. I- I’m sorry… I couldn’t help it…” You could now just about hear the flustered panic you had expected in his voice, but you weren’t doing any better. “We- we’re best friends! Best friends don’t have sex! What the hell were we thinking?!” You stuttered and there was an awkward silence for a moment as both of you sat there, the guilt sinking in.

“I know,” he sighed. “I don’t know if you did it because you were drunk and sad about San, but I just couldn’t help it. I was wasted and the way you were being so cute in the cab and looking at me like that I couldn’t stop myself. Please don’t think I took advantage of you, I could never do that to you, and I’m sorry if you’re weirded out...” Your heart broke a little at his words. Renjun may have revealed himself as quite the sexual deviant but you didn’t want him to think he’d hurt you or betrayed your trust. “No it’s okay Renjun, I know you’d never take advantage of me. I mean, I was just as into it as you. But it’s a lot to process... We’re supposed to be the cute wholesome besties and we just had sex!” You squeaked.

There was a pause as you stared at Renjun, the bewilderment still evident on your face, but then you couldn’t help but let out a snigger, and soon you were laughing hysterically in your state of panic, at the sheer ridiculousness of the whole situation, and you had to shove your face into your pillow to get yourself to stop. No one would believe the two of you would have such intense raunchy sex. After you became friends the two of you had had to vehemently deny you were dating for months until everyone finally realised you were just two endearing people that happened to become inseparably close. So generally there wasn’t the faintest whiff of suspicion that the two of you might be hooking up, but now you’d both just spent the filthiest night together, exchanging the dirtiest whispers and drowning in the intense pleasure you brought each other. What wasn’t there to laugh about?

When you finally stopped laughing you sat up and stretched your head back against the head board. “Jesus, what have we done?” You shook your head trying to process everything. How on earth were you going to explain this? Did anyone else know? Was your friendship with Renjun ever going to be the same?

“You know, it was really good…” you were pulled out of your thoughts as Renjun spoke, his words taking you by surprise. “I mean, I know you’re my best friend and it’s weird, but I don’t really regret it”.

“You don’t regret it?” You squeaked in disbelief. “Not really… I sort of freaked out at first, but I was thinking about it all morning and I realised it’s not that bad. Nothing’s really changed other than now I know how pretty you look naked... and when you’re coming...” You looked up at Renjun, not believing what you were hearing. His expression was serious but his cheeks were tinted slightly pink, showing just a hint of embarrassment. “Oh my god Renjun!” You yelped. Where the hell had your reserved best friend gone? You knew he could be what could be described as ‘satan-like’ when it came to the boys and their bantering, but you’d never known him to be so explicitly sexually forward. “Sorry! Sorry! I’m just saying, you were really good…” When Renjun stopped speaking, a moment passed and you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. He... was okay with it? What’s more, he even liked it?

This was all too much for you to process in the morning, especially with a hangover, but then the memories kept playing over and over in your head. Did you like it too? You could feel the dull ache of your core after the pounding it had taken last night and you were reminded of the dirty things he had whispered in your ear as you took him all in.

“You like that baby girl?”

“I can make you feel better than San ever could...”

“Good girl, come for me, that’s it...”

The heat rose in your cheeks as you realised how much you had liked hearing those words. How much you had enjoyed seeing your supposedly angelic best friend become such a sinful and depraved pervert for you. You tried to shake the thoughts off, but it was no use. It didn’t help that Renjun was staring back at you with his cute morning eyes, in all his naked glory, his toned but slender chest exposed above the covers.

You blushed furiously, holding your side of the covers a little tighter against your chest. “It- it wasn’t bad I suppose…” you mumbled. Your mind and body were in a heated conflict. Every fibre of your brain was screaming that this was the worst thing to happen to you since Kim Seunghun rejected you in front of your entire class in 5th grade, but the warmth coursing through your body was saying otherwise.

Renjun’s words had definitely caused the sexual tension to return to the room and not being able to deal with the awkwardness you busied yourself reaching for the water on your nightstand and popping an aspirin. Swallowing the tablet you sunk back down under the covers and sighed. “We absolutely cannot tell anyone about this Renjun. Absolutely no one. I don’t even want to think about what the guys would have to say about it.” You frowned. You knew if the others were to find out about this you’d never hear the end of it. You’d spent all that time proving to them that there was nothing vaguely romantic or sexual about your relationship with Renjun after their incessant teasing in first year and you weren’t about to shatter the peace in that regard. “Yeah, they give me enough shit as it is,” Renjun agreed. “We’re okay though right? I don’t want this to change our friendship or anything.” Renjun bit his lip as he looked at you nervously. Your annoyance at the thought of the likes of Jeno finding out dissipated when you saw how genuinely worried he looked. Renjun had been your best friend almost since you first met in your freshman year, and at this point neither of you could imagine being without the other and you certainly weren’t going to let a minor inconvenience like accidentally hooking up come between the two of you. “Of course we are junnie, it- it was just a drunken mistake. So we can just forget it and move on,” you said. After all, it was true. It was just sex, and nothing you need fall out over. People had gotten over worse.

Renjun smiled at you softly, relieved you weren’t mad at him and having discussed the topic to your satisfaction, you sighed a breath of relief. You and Renjun were going to be okay, but you still couldn’t get the image of him hovering above you with his hand wrapped round your thigh as he fucked you out of your mind. Pushing the sexual thoughts to the back of your mind for the sake of your own sanity, you sat for a moment attempting to prepare yourself to get out of bed and start your day. “Well, I guess we should shower and get dressed! I feel gross… We worked up quite the sweat last night” you chirped, just wanting the morning to be over already. Renjun hummed in agreement. “I’d say we should go get food after, but I have an art project I really need to get on with, I’m gonna text Jeno to pick me up.” You pouted, since Renjun always took you to get food when you were hungover, but then you remembered you had a cupboard full of instant ramen you could eat to your heart’s content and you cheered up slightly. “Hm, okay” you sighed.

The two of you set about cleaning up, you letting Renjun shower first so you could make yourself decent withhout prying eyes and when you were finished showering you emerged from the bathroom brushing your hair as Renjun sat on the end of your bed lacing up his shoes. “You know, you- really weren’t how I would’ve expected. I guess you really are as perverted as everyone says...” you joked. Renjun chuckled shyly at that, standing up and grabbing his jacket.. “Oh you’ve no idea,” he said. You raised your eyebrows. His angelic image was now well and truly shattered. “Yes, well, please spare me,” you said. “Now get your kinky ass out of my apartment.”

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seunghunney · 4 years

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boyfriend jinyoung

pairing: jinyoung x reader

requested: yes prompt- ‘boyfriend jinyoung as a bulletpoint scenario’

words: 330

masterlist

boyfriend jinyoung would include:

didn’t realise he was crushing on you until you had a date w someone else... cue jealous jinyoung

when he asked you out he was very nervous, stuttering over his words. it was so endearing you let him out of his misery and said yes

your first date was perfect, he took you on a stroll around your local park and then took you to the cafe he knew you loved.

dates w him are the cutest and minimal, trips to the museums, trips to the cafe, spontaneous dates to the beach. whenever you spent time with him, you slowly let yourself fall in love with every bit of him.

instantly knows when something’s wrong. knows how to make you feel better with your favourite ice cream and your favourite movie.

there’s nights where his insecurities get the better of him, you hold him tight whilst he tells you what’s on his mind. you promise to always be there for him and you’ll love him no matter what.

biggest FLIRT ever

‘y/n’

‘hmm?’

‘you know what would look good on me?’

‘wha’

‘you’

cue a blush erupting on your face and jinyoung teasing you even more

petty fights, stupid things are said to one another but the next day there’s soft apologies muttered and sweet i love you’s, peppering each other’s faces with kisses and cuddling.

often talks about you a lot to his friends, cue seunghun, hyunsuk, byounggon and yonghee being tired of listening to jinyoung rant abt ‘how pretty y/n’s eyes are, how breathtaking their smile is’ for the 100th time

loves to spoil you with random gifts. you’ll find flowers adorning your room every other day, you’ll find your favourite food in your kitchen after a super long day.

never fails to tell you how much he loves you every night whilst cuddling you.

you wouldn’t wish for a better boyfriend than jinyoung.

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minghaoyoudoin · 2 years

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Incentive

pairing: boyfriend!idol!seunghun x gn!non-idol!reader

genre: smut, minors don't even think about it!!

words: 2.3k

warnings: idol!seunghun, non!idol reader, sub!seunghun, soft dom!reader, oral sex (m receiving), bad language, dirty talk, stripping, mentions of cum, gn!reader, use of the pet name "baby", body worship, spit kink if you squint, brief mention of seunghun struggling sometimes, swallowing, teasing, praise kink (sort of?), and I think that's all!

a/n: yes, this was definitely inspired by my discovery that seunghun has been teaching himself to knit/crochet during cix's hiatus, lol 🤪 I hope y'all enjoy this filth, I had fun writing it and I'd do it again - j

“I really don’t think I’m doing this right.”

You looked up at your boyfriend’s words, holding the tight stitch you’d just completed in place with your fingers. Seunghun presented you with the half-completed sweater sleeve he had been obsessing over for the last hour. The material was an atrocious shade of green and looked more like a deflated yarn balloon animal, one of his knitting needles stuck haphazardly through the fabric.

“It looks good, you’re making good progress.” You nodded sagely. Seunghun’s eyes narrowed at your lie and he made a show of dramatically tossing the sleeve onto the coffee table in front of him.

“You’re a bad liar. This is impossible,” he pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. You bit back a smile and resumed your own project, beginning the transition from blue to white yarn. Seunghun leaned over to your side of the couch so he could peer down at your work. “You’re almost done?”

You giggled airily. “I taught myself how to knit when I was thirteen. You asked me to teach you this morning.” You playfully shoved Seunghun’s shoulder and he fell back against his armrest, shooting daggers at you with his eyes. “I’m sure you’ll get it with practice.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Do you want to do something else?”

Seunghun groaned. “No. I’ve been bored for weeks—I might be terrible at this but at least it’s something to do.”

That was true, you supposed. Seunghun’s group had been on hiatus for a while now and you could tell it was starting to get to him. It was obvious just in the way he moved that he missed performing; sitting around being docile frazzled his nerves. Your boyfriend, more than anyone you had ever met, was not meant for a normal life.

It made you all the more grateful that, for some reason, he had chosen you.

You were arguably the most mundane person in the world, but you liked yourself and your life, for the most part. You loved crafts and cooking and sitting in peaceful silence. Seunghun was really the only part of your life that forced you out of your safe little bubble. He was your complete opposite—all big smiles and laughter and near-constant energy.

You balanced each other out in all the right ways. And over the course of your two year relationship, you had become addicted to his presence. You hadn’t intended to become romantically involved with an idol, but sometimes life just worked out in ways you didn’t expect.

Seunghun watched in dejected silence as you began the final color transition—from white back to baby blue—in your sweater. “Keep trying, you’ll get the hang of it.” You urged him softly. Once you finished the row, you held the sweater up to his chest, testing its length.

Damn, you thought to yourself, still too short. Seunghun—as well as the other four members of his group, for that matter—were all ridiculously tall.

He peered down at the sweater pressed to his front and clicked his tongue. “Yours looks great. That’s it. I’ve decided for the good of humanity that I’m going to give up.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes. “Do I need to give you an incentive to finish it or something?”

It was the wrong thing to say. Seunghun’s face immediately broke into a wide smile, momentarily blinding you.

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “What kind of incentive?”

You feigned nonchalance as you thought of what to say, hoping the butterflies in your belly weren’t obvious on your face. You pulled the sweater back into your lap, your skin suddenly too warm where your knuckles had been touching his shoulders.

“Is sex all you think about?” You chuckled, albeit a bit nervously.

“Only when you’re around.”

“I’m always around.”

Seunghun’s smile fell, that wonderful light emanating off of him dimming. “Not always.”

He wasn’t wrong. During the periods when his group was actively promoting, you sometimes went days or weeks at a time without seeing one another. It was hard for you, but you knew in the back of your mind that it was harder for him. He had to be on all the time, and though he had a near bottomless well of energy to draw from, you knew it still ran dry from time to time.

You patted his knee reassuringly. And, abruptly desperate to regain the lighthearted banter from before, you recklessly said the first thing that came to your mind.

“If you finish that sleeve by the time I’m done with this, I’ll make you cum on my tongue.”

Seunghun looked like he might catch on fire. He snatched his jumbled ball of yarn off the coffee table so fast that you snorted. In seconds he was shoving the needle through the fabric again, holding it dangerously close to his face.

Still chuckling, you went back to working on the last few rows of stitches.

It was harder to concentrate now, though. Seunghun was stiff next to you, his right knee nearly vibrating with energy where it was pressed against yours on the couch. You knew he would win the challenge you had given him; not only was he ridiculously competitive, but he also had an unhealthy obsession with your mouth.

You were so flustered that you had to undo and re-knot a stitch three times before it was perfect as the ones around it. In your periphery, your boyfriend was squinting at the yarn in his hands, the tip of his pink tongue sticking out of the corner of his lips under the force of his concentration.

Yeah, he was definitely going to finish before you, probably in more ways than one. You already felt building pressure in your lower stomach, your mouth drying out a bit in anticipation.

Though it had taken Seunghun an hour to complete the first half of his sleeve, he finished the rest in under ten minutes.

“Done!” He yelled triumphantly, holding the completed piece in front of your face for proof. You smiled to yourself again without looking up from your work.

“I’m not,” you said casually. Seunghun’s shoulders slumped and he threw the sleeve onto the table again. “I’m on the last row. Do you think you can be a good boy and wait for me until I’m finished?”

Seunghun nodded enthusiastically and you rewarded him with a sweet smile.

“Here’s what I want you to do, baby.” You were focusing more now on the way his eyes tracked your hands’ movements than the task in front of you. “Every time I finish one of these knots, I want you to take off a piece of clothing. Can you do that for me?”

Instead of responding, he hastily slid his socks off his feet as you tied off another knot. Your smile widened a bit. Such a good boy, only for you.

You moved at an intentionally slow, agonizing pace as you continued the last row. Stitch, Seunghun removed his sweater. Stitch, he discarded his white tee on the floor by his feet. Stitch, his sweatpants were shoved down and off until your boyfriend was left only in his underwear.

By the time you finally got to the last knot, Seunghun was squirming on the couch next to you. You watched the rapidly forming wet spot on his gray boxers through the corner of your eye and wet your lips. You couldn’t wait to taste him.

“Baby, please,” Seunghun breathed when you began slowly doubling the final stitch to hold the yarn in place. You threw him another sweet smile and your stomach flipped when you saw the glint in his eyes. You were walking a dangerous line—Seunghun loved to be teased to the point of torture, but one wrong move and he would flip on a dime.

If you were being honest, you didn’t mind that possibility, either.

As you pulled the yarn taut, Seunghun removed his underwear. And you couldn’t wait anymore. You didn’t care that the last few rows of the sweater looked like shit. The thing was a gift for Seunghun, anyway, and seeing tangible evidence of the way he affected you would probably excite him every time he put the thing on.

You took your time setting the sweater aside, savoring the way Seunghun’s body trembled. Wordlessly, you shifted until you were on the floor, pride filling your chest as your boyfriend’s legs immediately parted to let you between them.

You ran your fingernails lightly from his ankles to the tops of his pretty thighs and he shuddered. “You did so well, baby. Do you think you deserve a reward?”

Seunghun nodded, staring down at you through lust-lidded eyes. You pressed feather-light kisses to each of his knees and worked your way up his thighs. He whimpered when you skipped over his hard cock altogether, instead doting in his hipbones, his toned stomach, his chest. You took one of his nipples into your mouth, watching his throat work as your tongue swirled over the tight bud.

His body stiffened when you began to move south, somehow even slower than before. And when you finally settled between his thighs again, finally allowed yourself to look at his pretty red cock, you sighed contentedly.

“Always so needy for me.” You whispered, at last wrapping your fingers around his base. At that first contact, Seunghun’s body jerked and he let out a tiny moan.

“Always, baby, only for you. Only for you…” He threaded his fingers into your hair and you shivered when his nails lightly scratched at your scalp.

Unable to restrain yourself any longer, you pumped him once and dragged your tongue from his balls to head. Seunghun groaned, his head falling limply against the cushions behind him.

“Look at me, Seunghun.” You commanded softly. He forced his eyes open until they made contact with yours and the wildfire inside of you roared at the lust there. “If you look away, I stop.”

Seunghun hastily nodded his understanding as you gathered spit into your mouth and allowed a long string of it to fall onto his cock. It twitched in your hand, a bit more precum leaking from his tip while you worked him.

You took the head between your lips first, using your tongue to apply pressure in circles around it. Seunghun moaned again, low in his throat.

“Yes—ah—oh my god,” he hissed as you bobbed your head on him, taking more of his cock into your mouth. You hummed, appreciating how his hips involuntarily thrusted upward at the sensation.

Your other hand worked his balls as you willed your throat to relax. Seunghun’s cock slid further into your throat each time you moved, but there was still somehow more of him that you couldn’t manage to fit. You twisted your hand around the base of his shaft and his whimpers picked up urgency.

You lifted your eyes again and were immediately rewarded with his gaze still on you. He could barely keep his eyes open, his chest rapidly rising and falling as you brought him closer to his release. You could tell that he was fighting the urge to let his head fall back with every breath.

“You t-take me so well—ah—” Seunghun’s praise cut off into a moan when you hummed again. Motivated by his broken words, you forcefully ignored your gag reflex until the head of his cock sat in the back of your throat. And when you swallowed around him, the loud moan Seunghun released nearly made you cum right then and there.

You did it again, some primal urge within you needing to hear the way you made him feel. He was a mess for you; color stained his pretty cheeks and concentration furrowed his brows, a lovely crease forming between them as he chased his orgasm.

“J-just like that—gonna cum, where…?”

“In my mouth, Hun,” you picked up your pace as you bobbed your head on him. Seunghun whimpered at your reply, both of his hands knotted in your hair now as he lightly guided your movements. You let him use your mouth, painfully turned on by the way he disregarded your own comfort in his effort to cum.

An idea struck you. Your hand still lightly massaging his balls moved downward. You swallowed around his cock at the same time you pressed your index finger against the area of skin between his balls and ass, a direct line to his prostate.

Your eyes flicked up to watch his face as Seunghun let out a vulgar moan, and he was gone. His eyes rolled back and at last screwed closed as his groan of pleasure cut off, his body locking under the force of his orgasm.

When he came in your throat, you took every last drop he gave you. He came in thick spurts, his cock repeatedly pulsing in your mouth. You moaned around him, the vibrations dragging him through his orgasm to the point of pain.

At last, he had nothing left to give. Seunghun’s eyes peeled open and he gazed down at you with an expression of undiluted admiration on his face. You continued leisurely licking his shaft as the last aftershocks trembled through him until he couldn’t take the overstimulation anymore.

You rose from the floor to kiss him eagerly, which he happily accepted. He paid no mind to the taste of him still lingering on your lips as his tongue dove into your mouth.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips. You giggled, breathless, and began to pull away, intending to go clean yourself up before bed. Seunghun caught you by the elbow before you could and offered a devilish grin that instantly had you ready for him again.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you, yet.”

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golchaworld · 4 years

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Panacea | L.BG (Part II)

➳ pairing: lee byounggon x fem!reader, ft. cix ensemble

➳ genre: organized crime!au, action, occasional fluff

➳ word count: ~2.9k

➳ warnings: cursing, mild violence, mentions of non-descriptive gore, mentions of death/killing, glorification of crime

➳ summary: The plan is always the hardest part.

A/N: This took me forever and a half to write! And the funny thing is this is mostly just filler!! It’s a lot of insight into the members’ and reader’s relationships and tendencies. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

Part One

panacea (noun): a solution or remedy for all difficulties

All of Jinyoung’s plans start out with observations. He becomes hellbent on knowing every single detail, every mechanism and inner working, before making his next move. Jinyoung always likes to hit where it hurts, and he finds observation a crucial factor in that.

It starts with him dropping sticky notes on your desk. Most of them are mundane observations, like the fact that Kim Jaeyong eats lunch at 12:43pm every single day, or the fact that he keeps the temperature warmer in his personal office than the rest of the office.

But eventually, they become more detailed, useful. Jinyoung notes that Kim Jaeyong walks with a slight hitch in his step, leaning over to his right side, likely the result of a hip injury when he was a teenager. Jinyoung also informs you that Kim Jaeyong only keeps one weapon in his office, a Beretta M9, with plenty of ammo in the bottom drawer of his file cabinets.

As the notes pile up day by day, your shredder becomes fuller and fuller. It’s better for all of you to keep them as mental notes anyways.

The six of you don’t get a chance to discuss the notes until the following Friday, piling into Seunghun and Byounggon’s shared apartment as usual. This time, instead of hard liquor and the ever present taste of murder in your mouths, there’s only the bitter taste of determination.

“I don’t know why I needed to know the exact minute that the boss eats lunch, Jinyoung. Why did you even send that to us?” Hyunsuk’s voice is whiny, worn out from using his customer service voice for the entire week.

Jinyoung rolls his eyes, throwing a chicken bone that just barely misses Hyunsuk’s cheek. “It’s so we know when he’s not busy. People are almost always relaxed over a meal. I think that’s our best time to strike.”

Byounggon snorts, chest rumbling under your head. How the two of you ended up cuddled up on the couch while everyone else is sprawled across the floor is beyond you. You imagine it was under the pretense of you being “tired.” All you know is that you definitely don’t mind it.

“What do you mean ‘strike?’”

“Well I mean, we have to kill him. I think that’s pretty obvious.”

Even with the steady tone of Jinyoung’s voice, you know he’s still being cautious. Although Yonghee just looks over at him with big, inquisitive eyes, you imagine it must hurt. It would always hurt to see your best friends plotting to kill your father. It must hurt even more when you’re taking part in such plotting.

“There isn’t another way?” Seunghun’s voice is calm and even, standing strong in the silence of the apartment. “Like can’t we just force him to leave and never come back or something?”

“It’s us or him.”

Yonghee’s voice causes a knot to wrangle its way into your stomach. His words are clear, even though they waver with a hint of fear. There’s something else there, maybe sadness, grief. It mixes in smoothly with the deep tone of Yonghee’s voice.

“If we don’t kill him,” Yonghee explains further. “He will kill us. No hesitation. Killing him is really our only option.”

“And you’re okay with that?” Byounggon asks softly, as if not to frighten a cornered animal.

Emotion swims in the dark irises of Yonghee’s eyes. Having been the “quiet nerdy kid” growing up, Yonghee has never been one to wear his heart on his sleeve. His father had taught him that emotion was weakness, and would always be used against him. It was only around his five best friends did he ever let his walls down.

Yonghee sighs, running a hand through his already messy hair. Somehow, it falls flawlessly back into place. It’s amazing how even under the stress of plotting to kill his father, Yonghee manages to look like a supermodel.

“Even if I’m not okay with it, it’s what we have to do. So let’s stop mulling it over and just do something about it.”

The corner of Jinyoung’s mouth twitches up in a smirk, accompanying the sadism flaring in his eyes. “Then let’s get started.”

. . .

The first thing you notice the next morning is that you’re not in your own bed.

You sit up, quickly take account of your surroundings and rush through the possible places where you could have ended up. All of your clothes are on and intact, which is a good sign. You search the room, panicked, until your eyes land on a familiar picture in a navy blue frame. You sigh in relief; it’s only Byounggon’s room.

The framed picture on the nightstand is quite cute, and you find yourself smiling at the six faces that stare back at you. It was taken at the boardwalk the summer before your senior year of high school. You’re all grinning from ear to ear, each holding various cliche items from cotton candy to plushies won at game stands. Byounggon’s arm is slung around your waist.

You remember that you even loved him then.

The picture has you continuing to smile, even as the room owner enters. Byounggon lacks a shirt, only clad in sweatpants slung low on his hips. Even though it’s his typical Saturday outfit, you find your mouth watering nonetheless.

“Sleep well?” He asks, voice gruff from sleep.

You nod slowly. “Yeah, but when did I fall asleep? Like I remember Jinyoung outlining the plan and then next thing I know, I’m waking up here. I wasn’t even drinking!”

You punctuate your statement with a frown, which causes Byounggon to smile, dimples indenting his rounded cheeks.

“You fell asleep while Jinyoung was talking, genius.” Byounggon takes a seat at the foot of the bed. “Seunghun and I just brought you back here so you could get proper sleep.”

A yawn takes over your features, prompting you to stretch your arms above your head. Byounggon giggles.

“Did you guys finish coming up with a plan?”

Byounggon’s expression sours at the question. He looks down to the sheets of the bed before meeting your eyes. His eyes are hard set, determined, but are also laced with a lingering air of sadness.

“We’re still mulling over some details, but um, Y/N?” He places a hand on top of yours on the cover, curling his fingers around yours. “We’re going to have to kill a lot of people. It’s like we’re going to war. A war against our own.”

You turn your hand over so that you’re palm to palm with Byounggon. In his eyes, there’s still the brooding boy that refused to talk to you when you were introduced at age seven. There’s still the boy who was scared of the monkey bars until he was twelve. But there’s also the man who has killed. A man who has sinned.

You squeeze his hand in comfort. “I know. But you have to remember that as long as the six of us are together, we’ll be alright. We’ll always have each others’ backs.”

Byounggon nods, squeezing your hand back just as tight.

. . .

Jinyoung is the one who warns the group against diving into a plan head first. Ever the planner, he works to create small increments in which the six of you can work to take down Kim Jaeyong. The only downside to his planning is that he feels the need to remind you all of it every waking moment.

The sticky notes don’t stop landing on your desk, this time sporting small messages like ‘we have to make nice with the informants so they trust us,’ and ‘Seunghun agreed to spend more time with the boss to get closer to him.’ It all seems a tad bit extraneous, but nothing is too extra for Jinyoung.

He even goes as far as to call small meetings for the six of you in the middle of the day. All too often you find yourself smushed into a cubicle, speaking in hushed whispers disguised as small talk. The worst is when you all have to pile into the single stall restroom at the end of the main hallway, conspiring and dreaming up a hierarchy of people to take down.

It’s on a random afternoon, however, that your cover is almost blown.

Five of you stand around Hyunsuk at the front desk, casually sipping coffee while you dream up the most discreet ways to dispose of bodies. You’re so caught up in the conversation that you all miss the chime of the elevator, completely ignoring the figures that step out of it until a booming voice rings out around the lobby.

“Who knew that kids these days talk about burning bodies during their coffee break?”

The six of you instantly straighten up your posture, greeting Kim Jaeyong with slight bows. The man sports a greasy smirk at the obvious fear written all over your faces. He has always been giddy at the thought of people respecting him, of people fearing him.

“Yeah, well you know burning bodies is all the rage these days,” Hyunsuk responds with a smile, forever the charmer.

Seunghun nods. “You know Gen Z, all about social media and burning bodies.”

Kim Jaeyong laughs loudly, once again commanding all the attention in the room. “You kids are too funny.” His face suddenly loses all hints of humor, putting up a serious, stoic front. “But we don’t have time to take coffee breaks, whether you’re talking about burning bodies or anything else.”

The six of you nod, practically in unison, making small noises of agreement. Kim Jaeyong seems pretty satisfied at the response, and you think he’s going to leave it at that, especially as he moves towards the office door. However, as soon as he shifts his weight to open the door, he freezes, regarding the group with scrutiny.

“As a matter of fact, the six of you have been congregating a lot lately. Is there something I should know about?”

All of the blood in your body freezes over. You would think you died on the spot if not for the styrofoam cup warming the skin of your hand. For a moment, there’s silence, until a confident voice speaks up.

“It’s the consequence of recruiting six best friends when they were fresh out of college. All we want to do is see each other.” Yonghee smiles as he speaks, proud at the implied dig at his father. “Surely you can understand that right?”

Kim Jaeyong regards his son with a sneer. “I don’t care what you all ‘want’ to do. You’re congregating on my time. Get back to work, now.”

Five of you scramble back to your desks, passing by the father-son duo that seem to be communicating with their eyes. Their gazes are ammo, and none of you want to be caught in the crossfire.

By the time you’re settling back into your cubicle, Yonghee re-enters the office, a triumphant smirk on his face.

. . .

The plan is officially set in motion the following week. It begins from the bottom with its goal being for the six of you to work your way up. It seems easy at first, to take out the small scale informants and then move on to their bosses, and their bosses’ bosses. But the task becomes harder and harder to manage.

You come across your first round of problems as you’re sawing an informant’s body into small pieces, making them easier to be burned when it’s all said and done. You have just separated the man’s lower leg from his thigh when a crackle of static fills the small room you have converted into a morgue of sorts.

“Junhyuk? Are you there?” A staticky voice calls, making you instantly drop your bone saw to the floor.

It falls with a loud clatter, one that’s loud enough to gain the attention of Seunghun, who had been posted outside of the room. He instantly bursts into the morgue, hand on the small pistol in the holster on his waist.

“What happened?” The boy questions, looking around the room for signs of danger.

“You guys didn’t take his walkie?!” You yell, startling Seunghun.

The static crackles again. “Junhyuk? Come in.”

Seunghun just rolls his eyes, finally taking his hand off of his gun. In two short strides, he stands over the collection of body parts, not even flinching when the static fills the room once again. He doesn’t hesitate to reach a hand into the corpse��s bloody back pocket, pulling out an equally bloody walkie talkie.

Seunghun throws the small appliance onto the ground, watching as small pieces splinter off. To seal the deal, he stomps on it a few times, until it no longer spouts staticky commands. You roll your eyes at the show of strength.

“Better? Gosh, I didn’t expect something so miniscule to scare you.” Seunghun jokes, nudging your shoulder with his.

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “When you’re alone in a room with bodies that are supposed to be dead, you don’t exactly expect shit to start talking.”

The smile Seunghun gives you in response is bright and sweet, the kind that’s not marred by any malintent. You wonder if this is how he lures his prey in. With just a flash of his smile, you can imagine that anyone would be putty in his hands. But when you see his smile, however, it just reminds you of the chubby little boy who greeted you and your mother when you moved in across the street.

To this day, he always greets your mother like she’s his own, molding a space into your family. And after years of friendship, he practically is a brother to you. From playing on the swingsets when you were in third grade to studying for college entrance exams when you were in eleventh, Seunghun has always been a part of your life.

The last thing you expected, however, was for him to ever be flashing you his smile in front of a half dismembered body. But you guess things change.

“Well before you lost it over a walkie talkie,” Seunghun chuckles. “Jinyoung said he and Byounggon were going to take down another informant. Somebody who does outreach to the suppliers? I don’t know.”

“Clearly, I need some time before then.” You motion to the body behind you. “You guys can’t just be piling up bodies in my morgue.”

The tall boy shrugs before making a move towards the door. “Bring it up with Jinyoung...or better yet, bring it up with Byounggon.”

Seunghun shoots you an obnoxious wink over his shoulder. You can only manage a few curses at his retreating form before he exits the room, taking his post at the door once again. When you turn back to the body on the table, you meet its cold, dead eyes.

You scoff. “Don’t look at me like that.”

. . .

It’s a little after noon on a Wednesday when Byounggon meets you inside of the morgue. Your breath catches in your throat once you catch sight of him. His blazer hugs his shoulders perfectly, cinching in just the right amount at the waist. Byounggon in a suit should be illegal.

“Why is it always so cold in here?” The man whines, crossing his arms over his chest to preserve warmth.

“You know why it’s cold in here,” you roll your eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

Byounggon’s eyebrows raise before he chuckles. “What’s got you so upset?”

You sigh, finally putting down the pliers you had been using to remove fingers from a dead hand. The urge to run your hands through your hair overtakes you, but you fight to suppress it, hands smelling like formaldehyde and drained blood.

Byounggon’s still looking at you expectantly as a moment of silence passes. He knows not to push, content with waiting for you to open up on your own. It’s something he learned the hard way. Pushing you too hard once in the 9th grade led to such a nasty black eye that he had to wear sunglasses for two weeks.

“This is just a lot,” you finally murmur. “How are we going to take everyone out without Kim Jaeyong noticing? He already noticed we’ve been congregating a lot.”

A smile graces Byounggon’s face, deep dimples indenting his cheeks. He crosses the small room quickly, pulling you into a tight hug. You can’t help but sigh, feeling all of the tension leave your body at the feeling of your best friend’s arms wrapped around you. You sigh again once Byounggon begins to rock you both back and forth.

“Worrying doesn’t look good on you, you know.”

The comment makes you chuckle, the sound nothing more than vibrations in your chest.

“Leave the worrying to Jinyoung,” Byounggon continues. “His stupidly pretty face can handle it.”

Once again, you laugh, emitting a short huff that gets trapped in the space between your face and Byounggon’s chest. He’s warm, a sharp contrast from the chill of the room.

“Yonghee’s got the system hacked so that it looks like the informants are still up and running. He’ll do the same as people go higher and higher up. He’s cancelled all large body meetings for the next month.”

“Oh shit.”

Now it’s Byounggon’s turn to chuckle. “Yeah, oh shit is right. We have this on lock, Y/N. There’s nothing you need to worry about.”

You nod in response, taking the opportunity to muzzle further into your friend’s hold. His heartbeat is strong and steady under your ear, felt through the quality fabric of his crisp white dress shirt. His hands trace circles into your back, slightly displacing the cloth of your white lab coat.

The two of you continue to rock back and forth, paying the smell of formaldehyde no mind as you get lost in the warmth of each other.

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