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hufflepuffwriter1995 · 15 days ago

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Can you do like its dripping and seungcheol puts it back and getting turned on again and the cycle repeats until they're tired lol HAHAHAHA S6RST8DOHCOHD7RS8T

Notes: stop this was such a good request thank you for requesting it hehe

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Seungcheol had a particular kink, and it involved seeing his cum dripping out of you. He loved watching it slowly trickle down your thighs, a physical reminder of the pleasure he had given you. He had you pinned against the wall, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he thrust into you slowly and sensually. He was taking his time, savoring the feeling of your body against his.

"You're so tight," he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "I love how you feel around me." He could feel his orgasm building, but he held back, wanting to make this last as long as possible. He pulled out slightly, watching as his cum began to drip out of you.

"Look at that," he said, his voice filled with a mix of possessiveness and awe. "It's dripping out of you." He pushed back in, burying himself to the hilt once more. The feeling of his cum being forced back inside you was almost too much for him to handle. Seungcheol groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he began to move again. He couldn't get enough of the sight of his cum dripping out of you, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer.

"You're such a mess," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "But you're my mess." He increased the pace of his thrusts, his eyes locked on the sight of his cock disappearing inside you over and over again. The sound of your moans and the wet, sloppy sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge again, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his release. He knew that this time, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from cumming.

"Seungcheol," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can feel you getting close again." He grunted in response, his face buried in your neck as he continued to thrust into you.

"I'm trying to hold back," he panted, his breath hot against your skin. "But it feels so good. I can't help it." He pulled back slightly, looking down at you with a mixture of lust and desperation. "I'm going to cum again," he warned, his voice strained. "And this time, I'm going to make sure every drop stays inside you." Seungcheol's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he chased his orgasm. He was so close now, his body tense with anticipation.

"You're going to take it all, aren't you?" he growled, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You're going to let me fill you up again and again." You nodded, your eyes rolling back in your head as the pleasure overwhelmed you. You were beyond words now, lost in the sensation of Seungcheol's cock pumping in and out of you.

He gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing as he finally reached his peak. With a loud groan, he came, his hot seed spilling deep inside you once more. Seungcheol held you tightly against the wall, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. He buried his face in your neck, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath.

"Fuck," he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. "You're amazing. You take me so well." He slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum dripped down your thighs again. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the sight of it, knowing that he had marked you as his in such a primal way.

"I could do this all night," he said, his eyes dark with desire. "But I think you need a break." Seungcheol tried to resist the urge, but his cock was still hard and slick with his own cum. He couldn't help but slide it back into you, groaning at the feeling of your tight, wet heat enveloping him once more.

"I said I'd give you a break," he said, his voice strained. "But I can't help it. You feel too good." He began to move slowly again, his hands roaming over your body as he thrust into you. He knew that he should stop, that he was pushing both of you to your limits, but he was too lost in the moment to care.

"Just a little longer," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "Just a little longer and then we'll stop." Seungcheol's thrusts became more erratic, his whimpers growing louder as he continued to overstimulate himself. He was so sensitive now, his cock aching with pleasure and pain.

"I can't...I can't stop," he panted, his face contorted in a mixture of ecstasy and agony. "It's too much...but it feels so good." He buried his face in your neck again, his body trembling against yours as he chased his third orgasm of the night. His movements were desperate now, his hips snapping forward with a frenzied intensity.

"Please," he begged, his voice cracking. "Please, I need to cum again." You could feel Seungcheol's desperation in the way he moved, his body a taut wire ready to snap at any moment. He was beyond words now, reduced to incoherent moans and whimpers as he rutted against you like a wild animal. Finally, with a strangled cry, he came for the third time, his body going limp against yours as he spilled himself inside you once more. He was spent, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

"I can't...no more," he panted, his forehead pressed against your shoulder. "I'm done. I can't keep going." Seungcheol gently lowered you to the ground, his legs shaking as well from the exertion. He leaned against the wall, still trying to catch his breath as he looked down at you.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face. "I think I might have pushed you too far." He knelt down beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. He could feel your body trembling against his, and he knew that you were exhausted.

"You were incredible," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone take so much before." Seungcheol scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bed, laying you down gently before collapsing beside you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as you both giggled and caught your breath.

"That was intense," he said, still a little out of breath. "But I don't regret a thing." You glanced down and saw that Seungcheol was still hard, despite the fact that he had just cum three times. You couldn't help but be impressed by his stamina.

"How are you still going?" you asked, a hint of awe in your voice. Seungcheol's whimper was a mixture of desire and exhaustion, and he buried his face in your hair.

"I know I said I'm not done with you yet," he mumbled, "but I think I might need a break. My body is begging for mercy." He rolled onto his back, pulling you with him so that you were lying on top of him. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you close as he tried to catch his breath.

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hufflepuffwriter1995 · 15 days ago

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You Think You Might || Masterpost

(banner by @itaeewon)

You Think You Might Seungcheol x fem!reader

angst smut fluff fake dating!au, kind of sort of exes to lovers? Fake exes to lovers? I guess?

NSFW - minors DNI

Summary: Seungcheol agrees to be your fake boyfriend at your sister’s destination wedding, under the condition that it “stays there”. You didn’t expect it to hurt when he holds you to that promise.

WC: 54k total; 5 chapters

Status: complete; posting schedule below

Warnings: the premise sounds cutesy but this is actually angst heavy sorry, reader working through some Stuff, language, drinking, Seungcheol is able to lift/hold up reader a few times, Soonyoung is reader’s biological little brother, fighting/arguments, hurt feelings, no miscom!, family drama, kissing, scoups and his ex are mutually toxic when together but neither is villainized, dry humping, shower sex, oral (f and m receiving at different points), breast play, fingering, multiple orgasms (f receiving), dirty talk, the teeeeensiest tiiiiniest one split second of bareeellly there ass play dont LOOK at me, two scenes in the middle from seungcheol’s pov, i did make cheol cry once sorry

A/N: many thank yous! Firstly to @sailorsoons and @eoieopda for beta-ing and putting up with three (???) rewrites and many many screenshots along the way. Thank you to @kkaetnipjeon for naming almost every background character for me and teaching me about the Levels of Noona. Thank you to @wqnwoos and @lovetaroandtaemin for workshopping one little scene in a c&e workshop! Oh also thank you to @/eoieopda again because seungcheol doing the ‘whats after like’ choreo at the wedding came from their brain not mine :’)

Teaser

Chapter 1

Are you scared I'm going to fall in love with you, Seungcheol? Posting Friday, April 11

Chapter 2

She feels like the ending I deserve. Posting Friday, April 18th.

Chapter 3

This wasn't supposed to happen. Posting Friday, May 2nd.

Chapter 4

We didn't get to find out. Posting Friday, May 9th.

Chapter 5

Now you know for sure. Posting Friday, May 16th.

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hufflepuffwriter1995 · 19 days ago

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Warning!Nsfw audio

Seungcheol taking care of you after you waited for him all day being needy ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

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hufflepuffwriter1995 · 27 days ago

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Muted Hearts - Before Us

The one who let me know and see myself

You are my only reason

If you'll remember me forever

Then it's okay for me to get hurt

My heart carved with your light

Only makes me stronger

Your sharp thorns, please give it to me

'Cause you're my flower

Chapter 10.2

February 2024

Seungcheol didn’t particularly like change.

His life was structured—schedule after schedule, practice, meetings, rehearsals, workouts. If he could keep at least one thing constant, he would. And for the longest time, that one thing was the gym in the company building. It was close, private, and most importantly, familiar.

But then came Kim Mingyu.

"Hyung, please," Mingyu had whined, practically draping himself over Seungcheol's back after practice. "I found this gym, and it’s so much better than the one at the company. The vibe is cozy, the equipment is brand new, and they even have protein shakes made fresh at the counter—fresh, hyung!"

Seungcheol had barely looked up from his phone, already suspicious. "Then go by yourself?"

"I hate going alone."

Of course he did. Mingyu was practically a golden retriever in human form—thrived in companionship, hated doing anything solo. But Seungcheol wasn’t about to be dragged across town just because the younger one wanted a change of scenery.

Until Mingyu pulled out the final weapon.

"You do realize that our company gym is getting boring, right? Same people. Same routines. Same everything. Don’t you feel a little tired of it, hyung?"

Seungcheol had scoffed at the time, brushing it off with a lazy wave. But later that night, when he was back at the company gym, cycling through the same warm-ups, the same weights, the same sterile environment—he felt it.

That nagging sense of monotony.

And somehow, that was how he found himself standing outside a gym on the other side of town the following week, arms crossed, watching Mingyu practically bounce with excitement.

"See? It’s nice, right?" Mingyu beamed, swiping his membership card at the entrance. "And the people here are so chill, no one even looks twice at us!"

Seungcheol hummed noncommittally as he followed inside. The gym was… decent. Smaller than their company one, but the atmosphere was different. Cozy, like Mingyu had said. Warm lighting instead of the harsh fluorescents he was used to. A good mix of people—some regular gym-goers, others just there to stay active. No overly eager fans, no suffocating attention.

Alright, fine. Maybe Mingyu had a point.

"I'll give it a shot," Seungcheol finally muttered, rolling his shoulders.

"YES!" Mingyu fist-pumped like he had just won a bet.

–

This gym was never supposed to be a regular thing.

Originally, it was just a favor to Mingyu—a one-time visit, or so he thought. The younger member had insisted, claiming it was quieter than their company gym, had better equipment, and was “literally the perfect place to work out without distractions.”

"Just try it once, hyung," Mingyu had grinned, throwing an arm over his shoulder. "You’ll thank me later."

That never happened. But somehow, he kept coming back.

Not because of anything particularly special. He wasn’t someone who enjoyed changing up his routine. And yet, after that first visit, the place stuck in his mind.

It was quiet. No fans waiting outside, no cameras catching him off guard. The staff and members treated him like anyone else—just a guy coming in for a workout. No stares, no whispers.

It felt… normal.

And maybe that’s why his schedule started shifting around it.

At first, he only went when Mingyu was free. But, predictably, the younger man’s enthusiasm didn’t last long.

"Hyung, I can't today—early shoot."

"Hyung, let’s go tomorrow instead, I need sleep."

"Hyung, you’re still going? Damn."

One excuse after another, until he was going alone.

But stopping never crossed his mind. Somewhere along the way, this place had carved itself into his day, becoming as routine as practice or work. It wasn’t just about staying in shape anymore—it was about the rare stillness. A moment in his schedule that belonged to him.

And then, there was her.

It wasn’t immediate. No dramatic first meeting, no slow-motion glances across the gym.

She was just another regular at first. Someone who happened to be there at the same time.

Until she wasn’t just that anymore.

The little things started standing out. The way she always tied her hair back in a loose ponytail, strands slipping free by the end of her session. The way she scrolled through her phone between sets, completely lost in whatever she was reading. The way she carried herself—focused, steady, like nothing around her mattered.

Tuesdays. Thursdays. Fridays.

Always at the same time.

Always leaving just as he arrived.

He shouldn’t have cared about that.

But somehow, he did.

Because for someone he had never spoken to, who had never even looked his way—she was taking up space in his mind in a way he didn’t know how to stop

–

March, 2024

Seungcheol liked to believe he wasn’t easily distracted.

But lately, something had shifted.

It wasn’t the usual exhaustion from packed schedules or the weight of being SEVENTEEN’s leader. This was different—subtle, creeping in before he even realized it.

At first, it was just a passing thought. A brief glance at the clock before heading to the gym, an unconscious check to see if she was there.

Then, it became routine.

The moment he stepped inside, his eyes would instinctively scan the room, searching for a familiar figure. He told himself it was nothing—just habit, like any other part of his workout.

But on the days she wasn’t there, when the space felt a little emptier, a strange sense of disappointment settled in his chest.

Which made no sense.

He didn’t even know her.

She was just another gym-goer, part of the usual crowd.

And yet, habits were hard to break.

And once something—or someone—caught his attention, Seungcheol wasn’t the type to ignore it.

So, when he finally saw her up close for the first time, it hit him harder than expected.

The gym was quiet that afternoon, with only a few regulars scattered around. Seungcheol had just finished warming up when he turned—and there she was.

By the weights, adjusting her wrist wraps, completely focused on the task.

He shouldn’t have stared.

But something about the moment made it hard to look away.

Maybe it was the way she moved—calm, composed, lost in her own world. Maybe it was the way she carried herself, as if nothing could shake her.

Or maybe it was something else entirely.

Something he wasn’t ready to put into words.

He forced himself to look away, shaking off the thought.

Because that’s all it was.

A passing moment.

Nothing more.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

But the feeling lingered longer than it should have.

–

Obsession wasn’t in his nature. He was a leader, a decision-maker—someone who set goals and saw them through. But this? This was different.

The mystery of her lingered.

For weeks, she had been a presence just beyond his reach, slipping away before he could ever get close. Not once had they spoken, not once had he managed to be in the right place at the right time, yet somehow, she had taken up space in his thoughts.

And that wasn’t something he could ignore.

So, for the first time in a long time, curiosity got the better of him.

Answers weren’t hard to find—people talked, and the gym staff knew him well. A few casual questions here and there, nothing too obvious, and finally, he got what he wanted.

Her name.

Jang Sua.

He turned it over in his mind, testing how it sounded, how it felt. Simple, refined, carrying a quiet sort of confidence. It suited her.

And yet, the moment he had it, something about it tugged at him.

Familiar.

Like a name he had heard before but never really registered.

The realization didn’t hit him until later, when he was lounging in the practice room, half-listening to the others’ conversation.

Jang Sua.

Minghao’s Jang Sua.

The name that had surfaced in passing, always spoken with quiet admiration. The gallery girl, the art specialist—the one who had guided Minghao through paintings, pushed him beyond his comfort zone.

Recognition struck first. And then, something heavier. Something far more unsettling.

Minghao liked her.

Maybe not openly, maybe not in a way the others had picked up on, but now it was clear—the way Minghao’s voice shifted when he spoke about her, the way he lingered on details that had nothing to do with art.

And now, he wanted her too.

A slow exhale left his lips as he leaned back against the couch, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Of course, it had to be her.

Because nothing was ever simple.

And walking away had never been his style.

—

“You look like you’ve got something on your mind,” Jeonghan mused, lazily swirling the straw in his iced americano.

Across from him, the man in question sat slumped in his chair, arms crossed, brows furrowed. It wasn’t like Seungcheol to be this quiet, especially during their late-night café runs. Normally, he was the one rambling about schedules, workouts, or whatever drama had unfolded in the group chat that day. But tonight? Silence.

Jeonghan smirked. “It’s a girl, isn’t it?”

The sharp exhale that followed was all the confirmation he needed.

“Not just any girl,” Jeonghan continued, amused. “It’s her, isn’t it? The gym girl you’ve been secretly obsessed with.”

At that, Seungcheol groaned, tilting his head back against the booth. “I’m not obsessed.”

“Sure. That’s why you’ve been going to the gym religiously every day at the same time, hoping to ‘accidentally’ run into her.”

He had nothing to say to that, so he took a slow sip of his drink instead.

Jeonghan leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm. “Alright, so what’s the problem? You like her. She doesn’t even know you exist. What’s stopping you?”

A beat of hesitation.

“…Minghao.”

That wiped the smirk off Jeonghan’s face. “Ah.”

Seungcheol exhaled, fingers tapping against his cup. “He likes her.”

There it was—the thing that had been gnawing at him for weeks now. Minghao wasn’t the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve, but it was painfully obvious. The way he talked about her, the subtle way his expression softened whenever her name came up… it didn’t take a genius to figure it out.

And yet, despite years of knowing her, he had never made a move.

“So let me get this straight.” Jeonghan sat back, tapping his fingers against the table. “Minghao’s liked her for years but never confessed, and now you like her too.”

Seungcheol nodded.

“And you’re debating whether or not to do something about it?”

Another nod.

Jeonghan let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “You know, for someone who acts all tough, you’re surprisingly considerate.”

Seungcheol scoffed. “Hannie.”

“Listen,” Jeonghan leaned in, voice low but firm, “if you make a move first and she chooses you, then that’s how it’s supposed to be. Minghao had years, Seungcheol. If he really wanted to be with her, he would’ve done something by now.”

That… was cruel.

But also true.

Seungcheol hated to admit it, but the thought had crossed his mind before. If Minghao was really that serious about her, why hadn’t he said anything? Why had he stayed in the safe zone all this time?

“You’re not doing anything wrong,” Jeonghan added, as if reading his thoughts. “You like her. You want to ask her out. That’s normal. What happens next? That’s up to her.”

The words settled in his chest, heavy but strangely reassuring.

He’d spent so much time hesitating, caught between his own feelings and the unspoken ones of his friend. But at the end of the day, the choice wasn’t his—or Minghao’s—to make.

It was hers.

And he was done waiting.

—

April, 2024

He never thought she'd say yes.

Even as the words left his mouth—carefully measured, laced with quiet hesitation—he had braced for rejection. He had prepared himself for the moment she would scoff, roll her eyes, maybe even look at him like he was out of his mind.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she tilted her head, studied him like she was searching for something beneath his careful composure, and then—"I’ll sign it."

And just like that, the ground beneath him shifted.

—

Dating Sua was unlike anything he had known before.

There were no grand declarations, no textbook romance gestures. She didn’t expect flowers or public displays of affection, didn’t demand more than what he could give.

Instead, she gave him something far more dangerous—a place to rest.

She never pried, never asked about things he wasn’t ready to share. Yet somehow, she always knew—when to let him be, when to tease him out of his exhaustion, when to lean against his shoulder and let the silence stretch comfortably between them.

Seungcheol had never met someone so effortlessly steady.

And he was already in too deep before he even realized he was falling.

—

The night it happened, he hadn’t planned for it.

They were at his apartment, the air thick with unspoken things. She sat on the couch in his hoodie, fingers wrapped around a cup of tea, looking so effortlessly like she belonged there that it made his chest ache.

Then, somewhere between soft laughter and quiet touches, she kissed him first.

It was barely there at first—a gentle press of lips, like she was testing something, waiting for him to stop her.

But he didn’t.

Instead, his hands found her waist, anchoring himself to her, deepening the kiss with a hunger he hadn't let himself acknowledge until now.

He felt her sigh against him, soft and warm, and something inside him broke.

It had been so long.

Too long since he let himself have this, let himself want without hesitation, without restraint.

And now, with her beneath him, her skin warm beneath his fingertips, her name a quiet prayer on his lips—he realized just how much he had missed this.

Missed her.

His hands trembled slightly as he traced the curve of her back, mapping the shivers he pulled from her, the soft gasps that sent heat curling through his veins.

"Are you okay?" she whispered, her fingers threading through his hair.

He exhaled a quiet laugh, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Yeah." His voice was rougher than he expected. "You?"

She nodded, eyes heavy-lidded, lips swollen, beautiful.

And when he finally sank into her, when she breathed his name like it was something sacred—he knew.

There was no coming back from this.

—

After that night, it was over for him.

Seungcheol had always been careful—always kept a part of himself tucked away, guarded.

But now?

Now he was completely gone for her.

It was in the way he caught himself staring when she wasn’t looking. The way he found excuses to touch her, even in the smallest ways—a hand on the small of her back, fingers brushing hers, his thumb tracing absentminded circles against her skin.

The way he would wake up before her just to watch the slow rise and fall of her breath, to commit the softness of her to memory before the world pulled him away again.

He was in love with her.

So hopelessly, maddeningly in love with her that it scared him.

Because for the first time in a long time, he had something he couldn’t afford to lose.

—

August, 2024

Seungcheol had been careful.

At least, he thought he had been.

No one was supposed to know—not yet. Not until he figured out how to handle this properly. The moment the members found out, it would spread like wildfire. Not to the public, of course; he trusted them more than anyone. But within the group, between the teasing and the pestering, there would be no keeping it to himself.

So he had been careful. He had hidden it well. Or so he thought.

But now, as he sat in the dressing room, staring at the read receipt on his phone, he realized maybe he hadn’t been as subtle as he’d believed.

He had been smiling.

And someone had noticed.

"Who the hell is ‘Sua’?"

Seungcheol’s head jerked up.

Mingyu was standing over him, eyes locked onto his screen before he could react. He locked it immediately, but it was too late. DK was already launching himself onto the couch, eyes wide with betrayal.

"HYUNG, WHO IS SUA?? Secret girlfriend? Hidden manager? Are you being blackmailed? BLINK TWICE IF—"

"Mind your business," Seungcheol muttered, shoving him off, but his voice didn’t have enough bite.

Mingyu grinned, nudging his shoulder. “No, but really. Who is she?”

Seungcheol exhaled, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

"Someone important."

That should’ve been enough. That should’ve ended it.

But when he stood, stretching to make his escape, his gaze flickered across the room—

And there was Minghao.

Silent. Watching.

Seungcheol froze for a split second, just enough to feel the weight of Minghao’s gaze.

And then he turned away.

He knew that look.

Knew it too well.

Minghao had already figured it out.

—

Seungcheol wasn’t sure how long he had before Minghao confronted him, but he knew it was coming.

Minghao never reacted impulsively, never made a scene. He was careful, methodical, always waiting for the right moment to ask the right question.

So when the others had filtered out, leaving just the two of them backstage, Seungcheol didn’t need to turn around to know he was there.

"You’re seeing her."

It wasn’t a question.

Still, Seungcheol took his time turning. He could pretend to be surprised. He could play dumb. But there was no point.

Instead, he just met Minghao’s gaze.

"Yes."

Minghao didn’t flinch. Didn’t sigh. Didn’t react the way the others would have.

He just studied him.

"You never told me."

It wasn’t an accusation, but it wasn’t just a statement either. It held something else—something heavier, something that made Seungcheol’s stomach twist.

Because there was a truth underneath it.

You never told me.

But I told you about her.

I talked about her. I admired her. I trusted you.

And now, suddenly, she’s yours.

Seungcheol clenched his jaw, exhaling slowly. He could say I didn’t have to. He could say I didn’t think it mattered.

But both of those would be lies.

Minghao had noticed before anyone else. That was the kind of person he was—someone who paid attention, someone who saw things before they were spoken aloud. He had noticed the way Seungcheol lingered on his phone, the way his expression softened before locking the screen. He had noticed the flowers, the careful way Seungcheol crafted his words.

And now, standing in front of him, he wasn’t asking because he didn’t know.

He was asking because he wanted to know why.

Seungcheol swallowed. He could offer an excuse. Say it happened fast, that he didn’t want to make it a big deal. But none of those were true either.

He had avoided telling Minghao.

Because he knew it would feel like this.

Because he knew—deep down—that Minghao cared more than he ever let on.

And maybe that was the part that made Seungcheol feel guilty.

Minghao let out a quiet laugh, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Just be careful, hyung.”

It wasn’t a warning. It wasn’t a threat.

It was a reminder.

Seungcheol didn’t ask what he meant.

Didn’t tell him that it was already too late for that.

—

September, 2024

It was supposed to be a casual night.

One of those rare evenings where practice ended early enough for them to grab drinks together, unwind after hours of sweating under bright lights and sharper critiques.

So here they were, packed into their usual spot—an upscale but quiet bar tucked away from prying eyes—nursing cold beers and emptying shared plates of anju.

Seungcheol had just returned from ordering another round when he felt it.

That shift in the air.

Subtle, but there.

The way the conversation slowed just slightly as he sat back down, the way glances flickered toward him—too fleeting to call out, but just enough to make his skin prickle.

And then—

“So,” Seungkwan began, slow, casual. A little too casual. “Sua, huh?”

Jun hummed, swirling his drink. “Interesting.”

"Very interesting,” Joshua echoed.

Seungcheol sighed, setting his glass down. “Just say it.”

Jeonghan, ever the executioner, leaned back with a lazy smirk. “We just realized something.”

A beat.

"She’s the same Jang Sua that Minghao always talks about."

Seungcheol barely reacted, years of self-control keeping his expression neutral.

But inside?

Inside, something twisted.

Of course, they figured it out.

He didn’t dare glance at Minghao, who sat a little too still, fingers resting lightly against his glass, gaze unreadable.

Vernon, unbothered as always, was the first to break the quiet. “Damn. Small world.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Woozi muttered.

DK, who always took a second longer to catch on, blinked. “Wait, so—” He turned to Minghao. “Isn’t she the one you always—”

“Drop it,” Minghao cut in smoothly.

The words weren’t sharp, but they carried weight.

DK shut up.

And just like that, the tension stretched taut.

Seungcheol breathed evenly, keeping his expression unreadable.

He didn’t owe anyone an explanation.

But under their scrutiny, he felt like he did.

Because he knew what they might thinking.

Was there something between them?Did she play them both?Did Minghao like her first?

It was bullshit.

Sua wasn’t like that.

And Minghao wasn’t the type to get strung along.

Seungcheol knew this.

And yet, the thought that even one of them might be entertaining the idea made his stomach coil uncomfortably.

He felt his jaw tighten, shoulders stiffening—

Then—

A soft nudge under the table.

Jeonghan.

Seungcheol turned slightly, catching the lazy way Jeonghan sipped his drink, the ever-knowing glint in his eyes.

“Cheol,” Jeonghan murmured, just loud enough for him to hear.

And just like that, the tension in Seungcheol’s body unraveled.

Because he knew what Jeonghan meant.

Let it go.

Starting an argument now would only make things worse.

So instead, Seungcheol exhaled. Forced himself to relax.

Shrugged.

“What can I say?” He reached for his beer, voice easy, light. “Guess Minghao has good taste.”

A beat.

Then—

Jeonghan snorted.

The others groaned.

And just like that, the weight in the air lifted.

Conversation picked up again, the scrutiny shifting elsewhere, and the moment passed.

Seungcheol took a slow sip of his drink.

Beside him, Minghao said nothing.

But Seungcheol didn’t miss the way his fingers curled around his glass just a little tighter.

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two chapters in a day bcs why not :)

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hufflepuffwriter1995 · 27 days ago

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ESCAPISM

CHAPHTER 8 | GAME NIGHT

→ Pairing: Jimin x Taehyung x Yoongi x reader (female)

→ AUs: non idol!au

→ Genre(s): dark romance, smut, mature, mafia

→ Trope(s): club owner, selling pictures, drug use, forbidden romance, dark, slow-burn, seductive, mafia

→ Rating: mature/explicit (this is mature/explicit content, so you have been warned.)

→ Word count: 5K

→ warnings + triggers: explicit smut, (female) Drunk, alcohol, possessive, kissing, swearing

→ Author’s note: Escapism is a dark romance—intense, poetic, and deeply atmospheric. It explores desire, deception, and the pull of the forbidden. This story contains mature themes, including:

This story is also written by two authors. Both working on the two couple. Please read with caution. For those who stay, welcome to a world where love and darkness intertwine.

ps. They speak French in red and italicised font.

Moon had been at Kitty Gang for an hour, masked and elusive, drifting through the club like a shadow. She wasn't alone tonight—Taehyung had come with her, though he had long since disappeared into the chaos of the dance floor. She didn't care. Not really. Because she knew Jimin was here.

And she knew he was watching.

Jimin leaned against the bar, his fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey, eyes dark with something unreadable. The last time he'd seen Moon, she'd been draped over Taehyung, barely conscious, and the memory still simmered like an ember in his chest. He had hated it. Hated seeing her like that. Hated that it had been him taking care of her instead of Jimin himself.

So when she moved through the dimly lit corridor near the VIP section, and he followed.

Moon felt his presence before she saw him. A slow, knowing smirk curved her lips beneath the mask, and she turned, ready to taunt him. But Jimin was faster. In one fluid motion, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the nearest room – area he could have her to himself. He pushed open the door to the VIP restrooms and locked the door b efore he pressed her agasint the wall. A gasp escaped her lips, but he swallowed it the second his mouth crashed against hers.

It wasn't a soft kiss. It was sharp, claiming, filled with all the tension that had been simmering between them for too long. His hands pinned her wrists above her head, his body pressed flush against hers, leaving no space to breathe, no space to think.

"You like making a scene, don't you?" he murmured against her lips before trailing his mouth down her jaw, lower, lower—until he was kissing her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just to hear her sharp intake of breath. "Bringing him here? Are you trying to make me jealous, baby?" His voice was a silken threat, edged with amusement.

Moon's head tilted back, her breath ragged. "Are you?"

Jimin chuckled, low and dangerous. His fingers loosened around her wrists, but instead of letting her go, he moved her towards the skin and hoistd her up. He stood between her legs as he trailed his hand down her arm, then further, slipping beneath the thin fabric of her dress, his fingertips ghosting over her thigh. Just enough to make her squirm. Just enough to make her want more.

He murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "You’re mine, Moon.”

Her breath hitched, and his grip on her thigh tightened, nails digging in just slightly as a silent warning.

Moon opened her mouth to retort, but then Jimin stopped. He smirked and stepped back and exhaled deeply. "Run along now, baby,” he said. ”Wouldn’t want your friend getting the wrong idea."

Moon glared at him, her body still buzzing, her skin still burning where he had touched her. But she turned, composing herself as she walked out.

Meanwhile, outside the neon glow of Kitty Gang lit up the street. Aalia barely had time to register the long line of people waiting outside before Yoongi steered her past them without pause. She caught glimpses of impatient faces, envious glares, the way some turned to whisper as they passed. The bouncer at the door, a towering man with a stone-cut face, straightened the moment he caught sight of Yoongi. Hyun gave Yoongi a curt nod. No words were exchanged. None were needed.

And there she was again for the frist time in almost a month. The nine circles of hell. Kitty Gang.

The air pulsed with music that thrummed beneath the skin, a hypnotic beat that dictated the rhythm of the night. Crimson and violet lights sliced through the darkness, catching the gleam of expensive watches, sequined dresses, the deep amber of aged whiskey swirling in crystal glasses. The scent of luxury—cologne, liquor, and something unmistakably sinful—curled in the air.

She kept close to Yoongi like a lost puppy as they moved deeper into the club. People greeted him in passing—a slight tilt of a glass, a brush of fingers against his shoulder, nods of acknowledgment exchanged like secrets. Aalia could see that Yoongi was respected.

They moved through the thrumming sea of bodies until they reached the lounge. It was a space carved out for exclusivity, tucked away from the main floor, but still offering a clear view of the chaos below. Jimin was there, draped in the kind of elegance that demanded attention. He leaned against the back of the plush leather seating, one arm draped over the top, watching the crowd with an unreadable expression. He was the eye of the storm, composed yet lethal, his presence magnetic in a way that sent a ripple through the atmosphere.

But it was the woman beside him that made the air crackle. Moon. Rebellious, untamed, a challenge wrapped in silk and defiance. She sat opposite him, legs crossed, her gaze sharp and assessing. She was a storm waiting to break, and Jimin was the one who hated the rain yet craved the destruction it brought.

Aalia barely had a moment to take it all in before Jimin’s gaze lifted, and he saw them.

A smirk ghosted across his lips, slow and knowing, as he pushed off his seat and made his way toward them. He moved with the kind of confidence that could make men bow, the charm of Park Jimin laced with the command of a king in his castle.

“Well, hello,” he gave her a small wave as he stood up. “I’m Jimin.”

She gave him a small and polite smile. “Aalia,” she streched her hand out, and Yoongi was hit with the memory of how she did the same to him when they exchanged names. Jimin tilted his head to the side as he looked down at her and he laughed, before he reached out and shook her hand.

Yoongi usually went for the bold ones. The ones who knew the game and how to play it well. They were always confident, daring, unapologetic. The women who draped themselves over him like silk, the ones who met his fire with fire, who could flirt with danger and not flinch. Someone like Yoongi himself was. Yet, he chose her?

Jimin’s dark eyes trailed over her, slowly. She stood so close to Yoongi, her arm almost brushing against the sleeve of his blazer, as if the mere presence of this place made her want to tether herself to something—someone—safe.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Aalia,” he said before moving to the side, and gestured for her and yoongi to join the people at the table. “Please.”

Around the black glass table there are a few people sitting on the leather sofa seats. “Taehyung,” Jimin pointed to the tall guy with slight waves. She gave him a small smile. Then he gestured towards the beautiful young woman with light bown hair. “Rachel.” She looked to be around the same age as her. There were a few other people too, but Taehyung and Rachel were the only ones who caught her attention. And also the other young woman, Moon.

Nearly two hours had passed, and the energy around the table had shifted into something languid, a slow, intoxicated buzz weaving through the air like tendrils of smoke curling from a dying ember. The club pulsed around them, deep bass rattling through the walls, the scent of expensive cologne and aged whiskey thick in the air.

Empty glasses littered the glossy surface of the black table, half-melted ice pooling at the bottom, the remnants of past conversations lingering in the golden sheen of liquor stains. Laughter drifted between hushed conversations; Taehyung was sprawled back against the leather seat, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as he whispered something into Rachel’s ear, making her roll her eyes before she bit back a smile.

Moon’s gaze flickered toward Aalia, sharp and assessing. She didn’t speak and did not acknowledge her directly, but she watched. There was something protective in her stare. She looked so out-of-place. She almost wanted to take her out and away.

Across from them, Yoongi and Jimin were engaged in a quiet conversation, their voices low, measured, edged with something that wasn’t meant to be overheard. Aalia couldn’t catch the words, but she could see the way Yoongi’s fingers tapped against the glass in thought, the way Jimin nodded slightly, a flicker of amusement in his expression despite the weight of their discussion. Whatever it was, it wasn’t light. It wasn’t casual. It was business. And not the kind meant for polite company.

“You don’t talk much, huh?” Moon tilted her head.

Aalia blinked. “Hmm?” she looked at Moon, her almond-shaped eyes looking almost doe-like. “Oh, um…” she trailed off. “I am just counting.”

Moon frowned. “Counting what, bébé?’

“Minutes,” Aalia answered.

Moon laughed, “Oh, tu es si mignon.”

“You speak french?” Aalia’s brows shot upwards.

Jimin and Yoongi paused, their conversation coming to a halt as the sudden exchange of French cut through the thick pulse of music. Their heads tilted slightly in unison, dark eyes flickering toward the two women in silent curiosity. Jimin’s fingers, which had been drumming lazily against his glass, stilled. Yoongi merely raised an eyebrow, the faintest ghost of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips before he leaned back, his interest piqued but unspoken.

After some time, the black glass table had been mostly cleared, the remnants of their drinks pushed aside when a new presence entered the space. Aalia didn’t notice her at first, but she felt the shift in energy before she saw her. A slow, sultry confidence, An air of ownership.

Min Soo moved with practiced ease, her presence demanding attention as she stepped into the circle. She worked at Kitty Gang, but not in the way most did—she worked in the darker corners of the club, the places few had access to unless they were meant to. And Min Soo was the top girl there. She carried herself like she owned the place, her chin high, her dark eyes sweeping over the table before landing on Moon. A slow, knowing smirk curled her lips as she watched Moon’s jaw tense.

Without hesitation, Min Soo sank onto the floor, settling herself between Jimin’s legs, her back resting lightly against his knee. It was a deliberate move, a calculated provocation. She knew exactly what she was doing. Jimin didn’t react beyond a lazy glance down at her. He was used to this kind of behaviour from Min Soo.

Moon didn’t flinch. She simply watched, gaze hard, unreadable. If Min Soo expected her to shrink, to look away first, she was sorely mistaken. Min Soo’s perfectly manicured fingers trailed along the glass table before she leaned forward, plucking an empty beer bottle from the collection of discarded drinks. She spun it between her palms, her smirk widening.

“Tonight’s game,” she announced, her voice sultry, laced with amusement. “Spin the bottle; Truth or dare.”

Aalia stiffened slightly. The others, however, responded with mild intrigue. Taehyung grinned, already invested. Rachel groaned but didn’t protest. Yoongi didn’t even react, though his gaze remained watchful. Jimin said nothing, but the faintest flicker of amusement danced in his eyes.

Min Soo placed the bottle in the center of the glass table and gave it a slow, deliberate spin.

The game continued, mostly landing on the same people. Yoongi felt Aalia lean back and into his side. “You said I didn’t have to play,” she whispered so only he could hear.

With a calm expression he searched her eyes, and he could see that she turly wanted no partisipation in this game whatsoever. He shook his head slightly and spoke, his voice a low whisper. “You don’t have to play.” He could see the anxiety in her eyes, and he didn’t want to force her into anything.

But then, the neck of the bottle was pointed right at her. “Oh, I’m not playing,” she said politly.

“Of course you are,” Min Soo laughed. “That’s how the game goes.”

“The London girl with an attitude is about to come out of me,” Aalia mummbled under her breath. She turned to Yoongi. “Tell her I am not playing.”

He could see she was not joking. Yoongi looked at Min Soo. “She’s not playing.”

“Everyone has to play,” she said. “That’s the rules.”

Aalia did not speak, and instead locked her eyes on the girl and stared her down until finally she sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine,” Min Soo muttered, and Moon smirked proudly as she looked at Aalia.

A few rounds later, the bottle landed on the next person, and Min Soo had been waiting for this all night. “Truth or dare?” she tilted her head.

“Truth,” Moon andswered.

Min Soo leaned forward, her smirk sharpening like the edge of a blade. Her eyes flickered with something venomous, something taunting. "Have you fucked him?" she asked, voice smooth and saccharine, her gaze shifting leisurely between Moon and Taehyung.

The table fell into a weighted silence. Even the thumping bass of the club seemed distant, muted beneath the tension twisting like a noose around them. Moon didn’t answer. She didn’t even blink. But inside her, a storm began to rise, slow and consuming, curling like black smoke in her chest.

Min Soo’s smirk deepened, sensing the crack in Moon’s silence. "You said truth, right?" Her voice turned soft, mocking, almost childlike. "So tell us the truth, Moon." She tilted her head, letting the words linger, drawing them out like silk unraveling in the wind.

Moon stood abruptly. She wasn’t reckless, wasn’t impulsive, but her movements were deliberate, controlled. She didn’t speak. She only stared.

Min Soo’s amusement glowed brighter. She rose too, stepping around the table, slow, predatory, until she was standing toe-to-toe with Moon. Her eyes flicked over her, from head to toe, before she scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"You really do know how to catch them, don’t you?" she mused, voice dripping with faux admiration. She reached out a manicured finger and tapped Moon’s forehead lightly, a gesture so condescending it made Moon’s skin crawl.

Min Soo’s attention shifted. She turned, her eyes landing on Rachel first, then sliding to Taehyung. She could see the way Rachel had stiffened, the way her fingers curled slightly, nails digging into her own palm. Min Soo relished it, the tension, the way Rachel's eyes darkened with hurt. Moon, however, had not moved. She was watching Min Soo, her gaze flat, unreadable, but the energy around her had shifted into something dangerous.

Min Soo turned back, tilting her head slightly before winking. "How many times?" she whispered, leaning in like she was sharing a secret meant only for them.

"Min Soo," Taehyung’s voice cut through the moment, low and firm.

Min Soo gasped dramatically, eyes widening in mock surprise. "Wow!" she laughed, shaking her head. "You really fucked him that good that he’s protecting you?"

Rachel stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. She didn’t say a word, didn’t look at anyone—just turned and left, her heels clicking against the ground as she disappeared into the crowd.

Aalia clenched her jaw, fingers curling into her lap. She wanted nothing more than to reach across the table, to grab the back of Min Soo’s hair and yank it hard. Yoongi leaned into her, his breath warm against her ear. "Don’t," he murmured, voice low, steady. He could sense the storm brewing in her.

Taehyung shifted as if to follow Rachel, but Min Soo nudged Moon’s shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

Min Soo turned her attention back to Jimin, her lips pulling into a pout. "Jimin, sweetie," she cooed. "I work for you, but Moon does this for fun." Jimin had not moved. His head was tilted slightly, his fingers resting against his lips. It was almost as if he wasn’t paying attention, as if he were bored.

But he wasn’t. His blood was boiling, coursing hot beneath his skin, though his face remained unreadable. The flashing lights of the club cast moving shadows across his jaw, hiding the way it had clenched, the way his knuckles had turned white against the glass in his hand. He wouldn’t look at Moon. He didn’t trust himself to.

"Ahh…ahh-mmm, Taehyungie!" Min Soo bit down on her bottom lip, rolling her shoulders in exaggerated pleasure, mimicking high-pitched moans.

"Moon—" Taehyung turned to her, but she wasn’t looking at him. Her gaze was locked onto Min Soo, her eyes dark, predatory.

Taehyung reached out, gently tapping the bottom of her chin. "Look at me." She didn’t.

Min Soo giggled wickedly. "Mmm…harder, Taehyungie, please," she moaned, dragging out each word, her tone breathy, desperate.

Taehyung’s hand found Moon’s. Her fingers were balled into fists, her knuckles pale. "Look at me," he said, voice quieter this time. "Calm down, baby girl."

A sharp silence cut through the air. Jimin blinked. His gaze broke from the table, his brows pulling slightly together as he turned his head toward Taehyung. His eyes flicked between them, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, he spoke.

"Baby girl?" The words weren’t loud, but they carried weight, the kind that silenced the entire table. "Moon, get out." Jimin’s voice was calm, indifferent, like he was stating the weather. Moon didn’t move. "Go," Jimin said again, sharper this time.

Min Soo’s smirk widened as she leaned back slightly. "And leave the shirt," she added, smiling sweetly. '' I bought that T-shirt for Jimin. I don't know where you got it. It's mine, not yours. ''

Moon didn’t hesitate. With the same nonchalance, she reached down and peeled the oversized button-up from her shoulders, exposing the fitted tank top and shorts beneath. She rolled it into a ball before tossing it at Jimin, her expression unreadable. "I’ll leave," she said, her voice even, controlled. "But first, I’m going to kill her."

Min Soo barely had time to react before Moon lunged, but Taehyung was faster, catching her arm before she could make contact. "No," he murmured, voice low. "Not here."

Moon’s breathing was ragged, her body taut with restrained violence, but she let him guide her away, his grip firm but careful. Jimin remained still, fingers pressed against his temple, his expression unreadable, but inside, he was livid. And Min Soo, still smirking, watched them leave, basking in the chaos she had created.

Aalia turned to Yoongi, her voice steady but quiet. "I want to leave," she said. Yoongi didn’t even hesitate. Without a word, he nodded, reaching for her hand. His grip was firm, grounding, as he led her away from the table.

"Ah, Yoongi!" Min Soo’s voice sliced through the tension, her wicked amusement still lingering. "Leaving already?"

She turned her attention to Aalia, her lips curving into something sickly sweet. "Aalia, I was starting to like you, but given the time, it’s definitely way past your bedtime."

Yoongi shifted slightly, prepared to cut Min Soo off, to tell her to leave Aalia alone, but before he could, Aalia stepped forward, placing herself directly between them. "You know what?" Aalia said, tilting her head slightly, her British accent crisp. "It is, actually. And since you're using my name so freely, I can only pray that you washed your mouth... with bleach."

Silence. Even the air seemed to pause. Min Soo blinked and her smirk vanished. Yoongi held back a smirk of his own as he took Aalia’s hand again, his fingers lacing through hers as they turned away and left.

The drive was quiet at first, the city lights flickering past in blurs of neon and shadow. A heavy silence filled the space between them, thick with unspoken thoughts. The distant hum of the engine and the occasional turn of the tires against the road were the only sounds accompanying them. Then, Yoongi broke the quiet. "Are you okay?" his voice was low, careful.

Aalia blinked, as if she had forgotten where she was. "Hmm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine." She paused, glancing out the window before turning back to him. "Do you think Rachel and Moon are alright?"

Yoongi kept his gaze on the road, unwavering. "They’ll be fine."

Aalia studied him. There was no hesitation in his voice, no flicker of doubt. He wasn’t just saying it to reassure her—he truly believed it. "I thought Jimin was dating Moon?" she asked suddenly.

Yoongi shook his head. "No."

Aalia frowned, curiosity sparking. "Then is he dating Min Soo?"

This time, Yoongi let out a quiet laugh, deep and smooth. "She wishes she did."

Aalia’s eyes narrowed slightly. "But she works for him? What does she do?"

Yoongi took a slow breath, his hands steady on the wheel, his expression unreadable. "Kitty Gang isn’t just a nightclub. It’s a legitimate business on paper, but there are a lot of things going on in the dark. Jimin has his hands in many things within the underworld. The club is just one of many."

Aalia listened, her fingers lightly tapping against her thigh. Something about the way Yoongi spoke—his ease with this world—unnerved her. He wasn’t just familiar with it. He belonged to it.

Yoongi continued, his tone even, measured. "Not only does Jimin run Kitty Gang and a private club, but he has access to a lot of other places, all in the business of illegal gambling. He knows a lot of influential people, people involved in the darkest areas of the underworld."

Aalia swallowed, her thoughts churning. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this than just Jimin. That Yoongi wasn’t just speaking from the perspective of a friend. He spoke like someone who knew this world intimately. Like someone who was a part of it.

The car slowed slightly as they neared her parents' house. The air between them shifted, thickening with unspoken tension. Yoongi could feel the weight of her thoughts, pressing against the silence. Even though she hadn’t said much, he knew. He could sense it in the way her gaze never left his face, the way her eyes burned into him as if trying to read his mind.

Finally, he pulled up to her house, bringing the car to a gentle stop. He put it into park and looked at his watch, eleven pm as promised.

The moment Aalia reached for the door handle, Yoongi’s hand moved, gentle yet firm, wrapping around her wrist. "Wait," he murmured. His voice was deep, smooth, laced with something she could only describe as power restrained. He extended his other hand. "Before you go, give me your phone."

She blinked, scoffing. "No."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, an expression so rare, so unexpected, that it made her breath hitch. He tilted his head slightly, amused, his fingers still loosely encircling her wrist. "Come on," he coaxed, his voice dipping into something dangerously persuasive. "Just give me your phone. I’ll give it back to you, I promise."

She stared at him, unwilling to be swayed, yet something about the way he looked at her made resistance feel futile. Finally, with an exhale, she placed her phone in his palm, watching as he smoothly retrieved his own device. His fingers moved swiftly over the screen, the glow reflecting in his eyes before he handed it back to her. "There," he said simply, as if that single word held weight beyond what she could yet comprehend.

Without a glance back, she got out of the car, her silence sharper than words. The heavy door shut behind her, and she disappeared into the house.

Yoongi remained in the driver’s seat, his grip firm around his phone. A minute passed. Then another. He waited, staring at her contact name glowing on his screen. His thumb hovered before he pressed Call.

Inside, Aalia had barely reached her room when her phone lit up. She paused, staring at the name displayed across the screen. Yoongi. Pressing the device to her ear, she sighed. "You seriously took my number?"

A low chuckle resonated through the line. "Of course, I took your number."

She shook her head, pacing toward her window. But then, her breath caught. He was still there. Sitting in his car. Staring up at her window. Her pulse quickened as she rushed to the curtains, pulling them just enough to peek out. "Leave," she hissed into the phone.

Through the windshield, she saw him shift, one hand resting lazily against the steering wheel while the other held his phone. His smirk was unmistakable, a slow, knowing curl of his lips. "Need any help taking off your dress, darling?" he asked nonchalantly.

Heat surged up her neck, and she pressed her palm against her forehead. "You’re insufferable."

His chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. "And you’re adorable."

She let out a breath, exasperated. "Please leave."

Yoongi hummed, as if considering it. "Alright, alright," he conceded, the tease still evident in his voice. "I’ll leave, but only because you asked so nicely." As the call ended, Aalia remained at the window, watching as his car finally pulled away.

The city was silent at 1 AM, but Jimin's mind was anything but. He pulled up outside Moon’s apartment, his grip tightening around the steering wheel. He hadn't planned on coming here. He should have gone home, drowned himself in whiskey, and pretended none of this was happening. But his chest was tight, his mind restless, and his body—fuck, his body burned for her.

He was still furious about Min Soo, about the way the night unfolded, but none of that compared to the war raging inside him. He hated her. Hated the way she made him feel. Hated that, despite everything, he was here.

His knuckles rapped against her door, sharp and demanding. When she opened it, she was in an oversized shirt that barely covered her thighs, her eyes heavy with sleep but alert in an instant when she saw him.

"Jimin? What the fuck are you doing here?"

His jaw clenched. He didn’t know what he was doing here. Or maybe he did, but he refused to admit it.

"Let me in."

She hesitated, crossing her arms. "Why should I?"

He exhaled sharply, stepping closer, until she had no choice but to tilt her chin up to keep eye contact. "Because if you don’t, I’m going to break the fucking door down."

Something flickered in her gaze—annoyance, challenge, something darker. She stepped aside.

The moment the door clicked shut, the air grew suffocating. Jimin stood there, watching her, his hands flexing at his sides. He needed to say it. Needed to get it out of his system before it swallowed him whole.

"I can't do this anymore."

Moon blinked. "Do what?"

"This." His voice was low, rough. "Pretending I don’t want you. Pretending you don’t fucking consume me. I don’t know what to do, Moon. I hate that I can't fucking breathe without thinking about you. And I hate that no matter how much I fight it, I still end up dreaming of you."

The room felt smaller, the space between them nonexistent. Moon’s breath hitched, her fingers curling into her palm. "Jimin! Leave. " Her voice was sharp, but her body betrayed her. She didn’t step away.

Jimin snapped.

Jimin didn’t just kiss Moon—he consumed her, dragging her into a firestorm of desperation and fury. His lips crashed against hers, his hands tangling into her hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp into his mouth. He swallowed that sound, took it as his own, let it fuel the hunger twisting inside him.

Her nails clawed at his shoulders, dragging down his back as he pinned her against the wall. She wasn’t passive, wasn’t pliant—she met him with the same fire, the same recklessness, her body molding against his as if she belonged there. His hands were everywhere, memorizing the curves of her body, tracing the delicate arch of her spine before gripping her thighs.

With one sharp movement, he lifted her. She gasped, but her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, locking him in place. Jimin groaned, the sound low and guttural, pressing her harder against the wall as his mouth traveled down the column of her throat, tasting her, biting just enough to make her shudder.

Moon pushed at his shoulders, forcing him back just enough to breathe. "You're such a fucking asshole," she whispered, but her fingers were already pulling at his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders.

His mouth traced a slow path down her neck, his tongue flicking over her pulse point before his teeth grazed it. She gasped, her nails digging into his arms. "Tell me to stop."

Jimin growled, carrying her toward the bed, his movements effortless. He laid her down, hovering over her, his hands braced beside her head. His dark eyes burned into hers, daring her to deny him again. Then his lips were on hers again, his hands mapping out every inch of her, memorizing her responses. He kissed down her collarbone, nipping at the sensitive skin there, reveling in the way she arched into him, the way she gasped when his fingers traced the inside of her thigh.

“Stay.” She whispered it against his lips, her legs wrapping around his torso. "Stay," she murmured again, voice soft, almost pleading. "Stay."

His heart slammed against his ribs. This was his cue. If he didn’t do something now, if he didn’t meet her halfway, he would never see her this vulnerable again. His thumb brushing over her bottom lip, his gaze searching hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. "Stay," she whispered, her lips ghosting over his. "Stay."

His heart slammed against his ribs, his resolve shattering. He didn’t deserve this—didn’t deserve her. But in this moment, none of that mattered.

"I will," he promised.

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hufflepuffwriter1995 · 1 month ago

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes!

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Hello! Would you mind greatly doing SVT finding out the reader was a victim of csa?

Okay, so as a CSA survivor myself, writing this had me in tears. I would kill to have someone treat me like this man. Fuck. So I apologize, right now it's just S.Coups, I was crying to much to write anyone else. Though I will be doing all thirteen members as this was oddly, very healing.

Seventeen Finding Out You Are CSA Survivor

Seungchoel

“So this is our fourth date,” Y/n said slowly, her eyes filled with fear as she sat across from me. “I like you Seungchoel, a lot, which is why I want to do this now. Please know that I don’t blame you if you run after this. You wouldn’t be the first.”

“Unless you tell me you are a serial killer, I can assure you, nothing will scare me off.” He means it, in the three months he spent getting to know her, he felt him liking her more and more. She was kind, and compassionate and didn’t care that he was an idol, insisting that to her, he was only Seungchoel, not S.Coups and while he hated his name, hearing it from you wasn’t so bad.

“Wait for it.” She mutters, before taking a deep breath. “I was sexually abused from five to fourteen by my father.” At once, his heart breaks, not only because someone had actually hurt her, but because every man that entered her life afterward made her think it was something she had to be ashamed of.

“First, thank you for sharing that with me. It means a lot that you trusted me with that.” He takes her hand, ignoring the pain that fills him at the look of cautious surprise on her face. “And secondly, darling, this is nothing you need to be ashamed of. You shouldn’t be ashamed at all, he should be. You were a baby, a little girl, the shame needs to lie on him. And please, please know, this doesn’t scare me away. Just as you don’t see me as S.Coups, I don’t see you as a victim. I see you are a strong, brave and amazing young woman to have faced this and still be so kind.”

“You.. you aren’t going to run? You don’t think I am a freak to make a grown man do…”

“Stop. You are not a freak. Whoever put that in your head needs their ass kicked. And you didn’t make this man do shit. You were a child baby girl, a child, you could have walked up to him butt naked and said Daddy fuck me and it STILL would have been on… why are you crying?”

“No one. No one has ever stuck around before, they never got man. Every guy I told said it was too much baggage or blamed me. They never got mad at him.” She whispered. Unable to handle it anymore he moves, kneeling in front of you.

“Baby doll can I hug you?” When you nod his arms around you in a heartbeat, holding you as tightly as he can. “If you let me baby girl, I would like to help you heal.”

“I… I would like that a lot.” She whispers, sniffling as she pulls back just enough to smile at him. The look of tears in her eyes broke him, but as she pressed a shaky kiss to his cheek, he vowed to himself he would stop at nothing to make you see yourself as he did.

#choi seungcheol #choi seungchoel fluff #s.coups fluff #s.coups scenarios #s.coups x reader

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hufflepuffwriter1995 · 2 months ago

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🎀 fucking you while you're ovulating .ᐟ

a/n. i made a twt acc to post all the videos i want to post here but can't so pls go follow!

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Hay omg I requested the xaden's little sister falling for arric request and I just read it.

Let me tell you!

I looooovvved it.

Like it was just as I imagined and the things in my head I didn't "figure out you wrote it better than I imagined it.

Like the detail that aarics brother attacked reader and the detail that they tried to use reader to distract Xaden from Violet.

I liked it so much thank youuuu soooo muuuch ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Not to be rude and greedy but is there a possibility you will write a part two?😄😅

Oh my god thank you, this literally made my whole day. Hell maybe week! I was so nervous about those details actually, they were kind of "lost in the writing flow" additions and not something I thought out much until editing and then was like "well shoot maybe i went too far" so hearing you loved them makes me so happy!

As for a part two i can so totally make one. I had an idea in mind for it anyway of Aaric trying to win her forgiveness only for them to both start falling and trying to fight it. She is her brother's little sister after all, so she's not going to accept it easily 🤣

But yes part two can totally be in the works!

#aaric x reader #aaric graycastle #i kicked my feet in glee reading this.#i love that you love this #part two to come.

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hufflepuffwriter1995 · 2 months ago

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Prompt #375

“Hurry up or I will stab you with this pen!”

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🎀 mingyu loves how your mouth sucks him dry, his cock feels so good inside your mouth against your warm tongue and soft lips that he can't help it but cum. . .

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🎀 hoshi couldn't contain himself, all day thinking about you and your pretty pussy kept him on edge and the only solution was to jerk off with his fist, imagining that it was your wet cunt.

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Literally me.

The truth of it 🤣

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Falling For The Prince

Fandom: Fourth Wing

Pairing: Aaric Graycastle x Xaden’s Little Sister Reader

Notes: This was edited with the free version of grammarly. Please be kind

Requested: This is my first official request, and I am so excited! I hope I do justice to it.

I wasn’t stupid, I knew Aaric Graycastle hated me, undoubtedly because I was a marked one. It may not make sense to me, to hate the child for the parent's sins, but it seemed a popular notion. So I did my best not to take it personally, that is until today. I knew the second I heard that I would be facing him in challenges that it wouldn’t be an easy fight. The look of pure hate in his eyes told me as much. Still, I never imagined it would end in me being unconscious with a fractured eye socket, broken ribs and a torn ACL. Laying in the infirmary afterwards, waiting for Nolan, I tried my best to figure out what the hell his problem was.

Aaric always fought hard, it was in his training, but he always stopped when someone tapped out. Today he didn’t, it was like his rage took total control and he wouldn’t stop until I was dead. The last thing I saw before passing out was Imogen and Rodic desperately trying to pull him off me. Taking advantage of the silence, I tried my best to focus on the why. Surely this couldn’t just be because I am a marked, not with that much anger behind him. My silence was cut short by Scylla, my dragon making herself known.

“Your brother is here. Violet is being tortured. I have informed him of your condition, little one.” My dragon’s voice left little in the way of argument, but I still let out an annoyed huff. Xaden was about to become truly insufferable. Before I could muster a response to her, the door opened and Garrick came running in.

“He’s dealing with Violet, but I am under orders to get you the hell out.” My brother’s right-hand man didn’t waste any time in gently lifting me into his arms, turning on his heel, ignoring the protest of the healers, and walking out. “Who did it?”

“Aaric Grayscastle, it seems he hates us marked ones.”

“Xaden is going to kill him,” Garrick muttered, letting out a sigh. “It’s not because you are marked, it’s because Xaden killed his brother for what he did to you.”

“Now I’m confused, Xaden never killed anyone with the name Grayscastle that I recall.”

“That’s because it’s not his real name.” Garrick’s voice dropped to well below a whisper as he carried me to where our dragon stood waiting. “His real name is Cam Tauri.” All at once, everything made a grim kind of sense. I didn’t remember Cam very well, but I knew his brother a bit too well. Being Xaden’s little sister, as well as a marked one, had earned me the unwanted attention of his older brother. He made my life hell, but it wasn’t until the man had almost killed me, that Xaden snapped. With the fury of an overprotective brother, he killed the prince and grinned while doing it. I knew the official story wasn't the truth, that Xaden didn’t want the world to connect me at all to the bastard's death, but it seemed now like it may be a mistake.

“So he’s taking me away because of that?”

“No, he no longer trusts the school. Violet has been tortured for the past three days. He planned on forcing you out but when he got the word you had been sitting in the infirmary for three days waiting on Nolan, well it confirmed it all for him. So I am taking you home.”

“No, you are taking me to my brother. Violet…”

“You can see her when we get you home.” Garrick’s tone was harsh, his no-nonsense tone that told me I had no say but to listen to him. “You need Brennon.” He said softly, his eyes softening. “You have been waiting for three days for help. They wanted to use you as a cover for what is happening to Violet, they hoped you being hurt and left unattended would be enough to distract him when he got here.”

“He speaks the truth,” Sgayel said softly, her voice surprising me. So rarely did my brother’s dragon take advantage of the link between us, Scyall being her sister and all.

“I can hold on to her,” I whispered, even though I knew it was useless. I wouldn’t be riding my dragon back.

“I am well aware, you are riding with me.” As he approached Kokov, the dragon looked at me, blinking slowly. Suddenly I was in the air, being lifted by magic as Garrick got on before I placed gingerly in front of him.

“Let’s go.” I sighed, closing my eyes as I nestled into Garrick.

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It had been two weeks since everything went down, since my brother and Violet brought half the war college to our home. During that time I was trying to track Aaric, or rather Cam but he seemed to be good at avoiding me. I was about to give up when I found him in the library, head bent over a book.

“I remember you. I don't remember most of that time, to be fair I blocked it out. But I remember you. You were kind, you told me you were sorry for my father's death. You said I shouldn't have to pay for his sins, that you didn't agree with what was happening.” He started to speak, his brows pinched but I continued, not giving him a chance to cut me off. “I can understand hating my brother but to stoop so low as to hate me when I haven't done anything to you. I thought you were better, but you are just like your brothers.” With that, I turned on my heel, leaving him to Jessica giggling in my wake. The girl was my friend, had been since diapers but I couldn't deny she had formed a fast friendship with the man.

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“She's right you know, when it comes to her you are no better than your brothers.” Jessica said as she sat down, long brown waves falling around her shoulders, an amused look on her face. Aaric sent her a glare, even if he couldn't deny the fact.

“You have, from the moment I met you, told me how you hated the fact people hate my family because of what our relatives did. You told me you hated that I was being punished for my brother's choices. Yet you do it to her. You almost killed the poor girl because she's Xaden's sister.”

“He killed my brother!”

“But she didn't! She tried to stop him and besides she doesn't hate you for what your brother did to her.”

“What the hell are you on about?” Jessica hesitates for a moment before sighing.

“Your brother attacked her. Tried to kill her because of what her father did. Xaden didn't want anyone to know for fear of what they would do to her.” Aaric stayed quiet, his eyes on her before sighing.

“I didn't know that.”

“We aren't meant to speak about it. He will have my hide for telling you about that. Now go apologize to her and show her the man I befriended.” She smiled at him, patting his shoulder. He scowled but stood, having seen just what happens if he didn't listen to her.

Thankfully Y/n was easy to fine, she was out with the dragons, Scyraa giving him a glare as he slowly approached. Y/ turns to him, raising a brow.

“You are right. I haven't been fair to you. I am.. better than my brothers. I hope to prove that. I didn't realize that my brother…”

“Xaden covered it up and ill have you keep that between us. He will be furious.” Y/n says slowly.

“Listen about that challenge..”

“I won't forgive you if that is what you want. You will have to prove it to me. Show me that you aren't the man you acted like. If you do that then we can talk.” Her dragon lowed her head, blue scales glittering in the light, her eyes narrowing in distaste.

“I look forward to it.” He muttered, watching as she mounted, her eyes locked on him. Scylla let out a huff of smoke, the heat washing over him, a warning in and of itself. As he watched her fly away, he found himself hoping she gave him a chance. And that it self made him wonder if maybe he had officially spent too much time with Violet.

#fourth wing imagines #aaric graycastle #aaric x reader #book imagines

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here and now , choi seungcheol x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: after seungcheol pushes you to your limit during a party, the tension finally snaps once you make it to his car.

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex (dont do this !!), public sex (parking lot), car sex, jealousy

requests open, do send some in!!

seungcheol was being such a bitch. it was like he was purposely trying to make you jealous, trying to rile you up. why? all because you had a five minute conversation with an old friend from highschool.

and god, was it working.

he had the sleeves of his white button-up rolled to his elbows, and he leaned against the counter as he talked to the woman who was getting too close for your liking. the house party you two had been invited to was hosted by both your friends, but there were so many people there, and you couldn’t seem to focus on anything but him.

every time the woman laughed — too loudly, too flirtatiously — your stomach twisted. you watched as she leaned in, her hand lightly brushing against his arm, and seungcheol? he didn’t pull away. he acted like he didn’t even seem to notice the line she was crossing.

he was doing this on purpose. he knew you hated this, the way people threw themselves at him like he was some kind of untouchable god. but right now, it felt like he was testing you, pushing you to the edge to see how much you could take before you snapped.

he had to know what he was doing. he wasn’t oblivious to the tension in the air, to the way your gaze never strayed from him for too long.

you knew he wouldn’t go anything as far as hurting you — he wasn’t like that. but he always founds ways to make your chest tighten, to make you burn with jealousy.

finally, the woman stepped away, her lips curling into a smile as she walked off, leaving you and seungcheol alone, but not really. he was still leaning casually against the counter, and his eyes flicked to you, noticing the way your jaw clenched, how your body had stiffened with anger.

you walked over to him, setting your glass of champagne down on the marble counter before grabbing his arm firmly. “we’re going home.”

“why? i thought you said you wanted to stay out later tonight before we left the house.” his voice was teasing, the smirk practically oozing from behind you as you pulled him toward the door.

you didn’t say anything as you led him outside, your grip still firm on his arm, ignoring the way he was looking at you with that infuriating, amused expression. the cool night air hit your skin as you stepped onto the sidewalk, the distant sound of the party muffled behind you.

seungcheol finally spoke, his voice low but still laced with amusement. “so, you’re mad?”

you spun around to face him, the words bursting out before you could stop them. “you’re such an asshole.”

his smirk deepened, and he took a step closer, closing the space between you two. “am i? i was just talking to her.”

“bullshit,” you snapped, stepping back as your heart pounded. “you were flirting with her.”

“and what if i was?” he asked quietly, his tone suddenly serious, the teasing edge replaced by something more dangerous.

your breath hitched in your throat, caught between frustration and something else you couldn’t name.

you needed him so bad.

both of you stood there for a moment, the tension between you thickening. before seungcheol could say anything else, you gripped his wrist, pulling him toward his car.

he immediately unlocked the car as if he knew what was coming next. (he did).

“backseat,” you said, letting go of his wrist. your voice was filled with need. “please.”

seungcheol slid into the backseat smoothly, his eyes never leaving you. you followed him, the door clicking shut behind you as you positioned yourself in his lap. the air was thick, charged, but neither of you moved yet, the anticipation hanging between you like a heavy weight.

you tried to stay calm, to hold on to whatever control you had left, but it was slipping away with every passing second. finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. without thinking, you leaned in and kissed him, your lips meeting his with an urgency that surprised you both.

“wondered how long it would take” he pulled back, his voice low, teasing, but with an edge that sent a shiver through you.

all you could do was scoff, but it was light-hearted. “of course you did.” you responded, your fingers twitching, wanting him, needing him.

you couldn't help but lean in again, your breath warm against his skin. with a slight tilt of your head, you brushed your lips against his jaw, lingering there for a moment. your fingers tightened on the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer as you slowly kissed your way down to his neck. the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the heat of the moment made your senses reel.

seungcheol let out a quiet breath, his hands resting gently on your waist, pulling you even closer as you paused at his neck. the warmth of his skin under your lips made your heart race, and you felt the tension between you both thicken, every second stretching, making the moment feel impossibly intimate.

slowly, your hips began to move back and forth, the motion steady and deliberate. your dress crept up your thighs as you shifted and seungcheol took advantage if that to place his hands there.

a low groan escaped from his lips, right by your ear, and it sent a rush of satisfaction through you, boosing your ego.

“please, baby,” he breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper.

the heat that pooled in the bottom of your stomach intensified, making it hard to focus. you pulled back just enough to undo his belt, your fingers trembling slightly as you slid his pants down.

his cock hit against his abdomen, and your mouth drooled at the sight. “fuck, cheol.” you whispered out, positioning yourself over him after sliding your panties down.

you were already wet enough to not need any prep — it was evident with the way you were dripping all over his lap.

you slowly slid yourself down onto him, nails clawing at his shoulders as you took time to adjust. he was so big, you don’t think you’d ever be able to get used to it properly.

“oh my god,” he groaned out, hands going out to rest on your hips again as you began to move. “thats it. just like that.”

thank god the parking lot you were in was one, around the corner from the house the party was thrown at, and two, empty, because you don’t think you could bear the embarrassment of someone catching you.

“was— was doing fine before you rolled them damn sleeves up.” you whimpered out, your hips moving at a pace you didn’t even know you could reach until now.

“yeah? i bet you were,” he hissed into your ear, placing wet kisses along your collarbones as one of his hands left your waist to rub tight circles onto your clit.

you let out a strangled moan, your climax building rapidly. your thighs burned and you dropped your head on seungcheol’s shoulder. neither of you slowed your actions, desperate for release.

“im so close.” he whined. “come with me, please, please, please.”

that’s what sent you toppling over the edge, your eyes rolling back in your head as your movements fell sloppy. “fuck!” you cried out.

a second later, you felt seungcheol’s hips stutter and his head fell back against the leather seats with a gasp escaping his mouth. he spilled ropes of his warm cum inside you, mixing with your own release.

you both stayed in the same position for a few minutes, catching your breath before seungcheol placed a soft kiss to your nose.

“maybe i should make you jealous more often.”

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