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yoursjaeyun · 2 years ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Endless Love - LHS.

⋆ PART ONE > FIRST DAY l { NEXT } { MASTERLIST }

pairing: husband! dad!heeseung x f!reader

genre. pure fluff, smut, suggestive.

warnings. smut (minors strictly dni), unprotected sex (both receiving), boob sucking, explicit language, overuse of nicknames (such as princess, baby, baby girl etc), heavy dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy. but most of it are just fluff. please tell me if i need to add more.

a/n. this is my first time writing dad!hee shbejshs and i genuinely hope you guys like it 🤍 and tbh, i’m kinda proud of it hehe. i think this is the longest i’ve ever written before, i stayed up till 3am just to finish all of this lol it was worth it tho. i wanted to say thanks to @heetro and @excusememissiloveyou for helping me with some things, i love yall sm 🥺

"wake up sweetheart, you have school." you whisper, trying to wake your daughter up from bed as she half asleep in your arm, not letting go of the sheets.

“i don’t want to go mommy,” she whines.

“we can get ice cream after, how does that sound, baby?” a big smile plasters on her face as she excitingly gets out of bed.

you follow her out the door, seeing your husband sitting at the counter drinking his everyday coffee. heeseung spreads his arms out as his daughter came running into his embrace, smiling at the heartwarming sight.

“my princess has woken up, hm?” he said, kissing her forehead. “are you ready for school?” she shakes her head while pouting, he laughs at her adorableness.

heeseung places her on the seat beside him, waiting for whatever you were making for breakfast. “what do you want with your pancakes sweetie?” you asked, “mangos!” she yells in excitement.

you sat beside her while getting the cutting board ready. watching your every move as you slowly cut up the mango bit by bit to not get hurt.

she takes a piece, struggling to put it in her mouth. “sweetheart, thats too big, it’ll get messy. here, i’ll cut it up a bit more.” you caught heeseung smirking as you looked up, trying to hold back your laugh.

“shut it.” you mouthed, continuing to feed your daughter.

⠀˳ْ ○ . 📏 . 𓄹 . 𑁍

“all ready?” heeseung smiles as his daughter’s tiny hand holds his finger, dangling the car keys while getting ready to get out of the door.

“alright, just tell your teacher if anything bad happens, okay?” bending down to tidy up her dress, sighing after.

“she’ll be fine, baby. i doubt anything is going to happen.” he reassured you. “it’s her second day, i don’t know why i’m worried.” you pout, crossing your arms, heeseung smiles at how much you represent her.

“she’s a strong girl, and you are too.” slightly leaning down to kiss your temple, feeling more relaxed at his words.

“daddy, lets go!” she whined, pulling on his hand. “i’ll be back in a bit, love.” kissing your temple once again before you went to hug her to say goodbye.

⠀˳ْ ○ . 📏 . 𓄹 . 𑁍

“did she go off well?” your eyes still glued on the food that you were making for later.

“she did,” he smiled softly, “and she had already made great friends.” putting the keys elsewhere before placing a peck on your lips.

“that’s good,” you exhaled in relief. “what are you making?” he asks, now towering you with his height from behind as you were mixing the subsistence. “haeun’s favourite.”

“and you’re not making my favourite?” putting his chin on your shoulder as he began to pout. slightly pushing him away while laughing. “i’ll make yours after this.” turning your head around to face him, looking down at his lips, having the urge to just kiss him right then and there, but you just gave him a small peck on the lips instead.

“i’m making her something warm after we get ice cream later.”

“i have such a good wife.” he complimented you, smiling from cheek to cheek. heeseung wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting your head on his nape while melting into his touch as you both rocked side to side, placing your hands onto his.

“you’re so pretty.” complimenting you once again. gently hitting his arm, knowing you always loved his compliments. “what? am i not allowed to love you?” he laughs.

“don’t you have a meeting to take care of today?” you ask, “i called in ‘sick’, just so i can be with both of my princesses.”

“gosh, you’re so annoying.” you giggled. his aroma and warm touch making you feel more calm in his arms.

—

the first time the two of you met was at a café, you both worked there. heeseung would always stare at you, and you’d do the same but you were always too shy to do so. he’d help you with making drinks, the desserts, and almost everything. you wanted to reach out to him first, maybe even ask him to go out. but he took over. which you were so happy about because it took you over a week to even try to say ‘hi’.

you never intended for him to help you with your financial problems, but he did anyway. which you felt so bad for because you didn’t want to look like you were in there for the money. and you weren’t, you’ve always loved him, for him. and he did the same to you. look at the both of you now with a child together, while he’s the CEO of a famous company, and you own the biggest restaurant in town. along with a little café you and heeseung made before getting married, and before the pregnancy.

—

heeseung slowly slips his hands into your shirt, the cold feeling made you sigh deeply, you knew what he was going to do but you wanted to stay busy, but you have to admit, you were needy too. he began to play with your throbbing breasts, feeling yourself already soaked. “..heeseung, i’m still cooking-” he starts to place wet kisses on your neck, possibly hickeys.

he smirks, turning off the stove before lifting you up and placing you on the counter, making you yelp in surprise. admiring each other for a bit by the way he was staring at your lips while biting his own, you knew he was desperate, desperate.

it wasn’t long till your hands cupped his face as you smashed your lips onto his.

the kiss was messy, but passionate. the butterflies in your stomach went crazy. heeseungs hold on your waist tightened, helping you stabilise yourself to not lean back too much.

his plump lips working with yours, your saliva and his mixed, running down your chin, you hummed in his mouth as his hands goes under your shirt once again, roaming around your soft skin, reaching up to your back to unclasp your bra.

“heeseung..” you mumbled in between kisses, quickly breaking the kiss to lift up your shirt, throwing it to the side. and then continuing the love session.

after several moments, he grabs one pair to level it to his mouth, leaning back to give him more space. “look at what you do to me, darling.” he flattens his tongue on one nipple, swirling it around along with his saliva to work it easy. you threw your head back from the pleasure as his free hand decides to play with the other boob.

“if i suck hard enough, will your milk come out?” being the jokester he is, he asks absolutely out of nowhere. “it won’t unless you want me pregnant again. stop playing around and fuck me already.”

“bold now, are we? watch me make that happen, love.” he smirks while biting his bottom lip, rushing to unzip his jeans then taking off his boxers that his bulge was sticking out from. and while doing that, you take off your panties, sliding it off your legs to the floor. the sight of his hardened dick spring out onto his abdomen already made you dizzy.

you spread your legs out a bit further to give him space, “you’re soaked, princess.” his fingers running through your wet folds making you shiver and whine into the crook of his neck as he went closer to you, lining it up in front of your entrance, pumping it a few times first. “hee, ‘need you..” you muttered.

“i’ll make you feel good baby.” placing a kiss on your temple before pushing himself into you, your hold around his neck began to stiffen as your eyes were shut closed from how big he was.

“go faster..” you whispered under your breath, and he did. increasing his speed on every thrust he makes, your eyes easily getting hazier each time. “fuck— you’re so fucking tight.”

his grip on your waist tightened, your moans and whimpers became louder on every movement, his groans against your ear, the kitchen was filled with loud wet sounds of skin slapping echoed in the kitchen, too bothered to even think about anything else.

“shit..” he was now balls deep inside, pulling in and out of you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the immense pleasure with your mouth agape.

“look at you, all fucked up because of my cock. you like that, don’t you? how desperate and needy you are to carry my kids.” every filthy word he spits out making you hazy, your face turned into the most obscene expression, close to reaching your high even. but you wanted to hold back.

“fuck— yes, god fucking yes.” you moaned, “oh i’ll put a baby in you alright.” his rough thrusts increased, hitting the right spots inside you as you let out the most angelic moans against his ear, squirming under him while he tries keeping you to stay still with his hard grip on your skin.

you whine and moan with every movement of his hips, and you had no energy left, letting heeseung take over, knowing you were close as you clenched hard around him. he fastened his speed, feeling him twitch inside you, signalling he was close too.

“taking my cock like a good fucking wife you are,”

“you’re so sexy, you know that?” biting his lip while smirking— god that smirk always gets you turned on. and you still wanted to hold it, sweat was running down the side of your face as you became weaker and weaker, his thrusts and movements became more sloppier. doubting you’d even be able to walk after. “hee.. i- i’m close,” you stuttered, too tired to even talk properly.

“you can cum, sweetheart.” giving you permission, your moans and whimpers became louder, at least for your neighbours to hear. “shit- heeseung!” and you came undone all over his length.

“fucking hell—” he groaned, a heavy moan elicited out of your mouth as heeseung grabbed your naked ass hard while painting your velvety walls white with his seed. you could feel his juices mixed with yours running down your thigh.

he had no intention on pulling out, instead he picked you up to go to the bathroom to clean up as you clinged onto him with the small amount of energy you have left, he was strong enough to hold onto you tighter.

your heavy breathing quietened down bit by bit, heeseung grabbing clean clothes before helping you wipe yourself. “you okay?” he asks concerned, answering him with a quiet hum. he had never seen you this tired before whenever the two of you have sex, now feeling bad and becoming guilty.

“i’m sorry if i went too hard on you,” he apologised, he stopped his doings and stared at you worriedly. a soft chuckle left your lips as you then placed a peck on his.

“i’m okay, hee.” you finally spoke, heeseung exhaling with a ‘phew’ in relief. “are you sure you’re okay with this?” continuing to help you clean up.

you nodded without hesitation. “i’m okay with it if you are. i don’t want to put you into more stress..” he looks down in slight guilt, still thinking if he ever went too hard on you. “you aren’t. and yes i’m okay with it. i trust you, okay? even with stress, i know you’re always there for me, especially since you’ve been with me through it all, and with haeun.” a bigger smile grew on his face towards your warmhearted words. realising how much he appreciated having you in his life with your daughter together.

“i love you, so much. maybe too much. way too much. but i love you forever-”

“just shut up and kiss me.” you laughed before pulling him into another deep, passionate kiss, his arms circled around your waist, pulling you in tighter, reminiscing the moment.

“i love you too, always, till the end, forever.” forehead to forehead while in deep, sweet, eye contact.

almost forgetting he’s still inside you.

“can’t believe you forgot you’re still balls deep inside me.” you giggled. “shit- i’m sorry—”

“no, lets stay like this for a while.” you say, stopping him from pulling out, hugging him firmly as he does the same to your waist, processing the generous moment.

“i hear a second round coming..” he teased, you hit him on the chest as the room was filled with laughter. “i’m kidding, don’t worry.” he smiles reassuringly, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“i think i’d like that.” you smirked, “a horny wife now, aren’t you?” you let out a ‘tsk’ before he dominated your lips with his once again, ending the morning with you screaming his name on your shared bed.

⠀˳ْ ○ . 📏 . 𓄹 . 𑁍

after a few rounds.. yes, a few rounds. you were too worn out and exhausted, heeseung insisted on taking a rest for a while, since haeun finishes in a couple of hours.

but you had already slept, heeseung doing the same too. you swore you couldn’t even walk or stand up properly after all of that. you woke up with heeseung’s arm around your stomach while the both of you were completely naked under the covers, then immediately checking the time.

2:50

ten minutes left till haeun gets out, relieved that you weren’t late. quickly getting up to rushingly put on clothes to get ready, almost falling over from how sore your legs were. “baby?” his raspy voice awoken.

“we have to pick up haeun. get up, love.”

without saying anything else he also gets ready, laughing at the way he fell while getting out of bed. “your fault for fucking me out too much.” you chuckle, fixing your hair up into a neat bun with a claw clip.

“it was worth it anyway.” he winked, cringing at the sight. still thinking it was cute though. “okay, get dressed, i don’t want haeun to wait for too long.”

“yes ma’am.” he obeyed, doing the soldier gesture. letting out a ‘tch’ about how he was just ruing you two hours ago — now he’s acting like the bambi he is.

⠀˳ْ ○ . 📏 . 𓄹 . 𑁍

you saw haeun waiting patiently outside the gate of the daycare with her hands grabbing onto the straps of her little bag on the sides, waving your arm to get her attention.

noticing you, she instantly ran to you happily. your arms spreaded out ready for a big hug. “mommy!” she screams, waddling to you. “my baby!” the second she reached your embrace, she peppered you with the smallest kisses ever, giggling at how adorable she was.

“how was your day sweetheart?” holding her tiny hand to walk back to the car. “i loved it! i have many, many friends now!” she giggled, “is that so?” she nodded, “well, i’m happy for you, darling.” you smiled softly.

heeseung popped out from the back, haeun instantly running into his arms. “daddy! i missed you!”

“i missed you too, princess,” he grinned, showering her with kisses everywhere. “daddy, it tickles.” she giggled, trying to push his face away with her small hands, laughing at the cute sight. “how did you learn to be that strong, missy?” he snickered, softly pinching her chubby cheeks.

“how was your second day?” he asks, bringing her to get buckled up in her seat. “it was good!” her eyes closing from the way she smiles. “what did mommy promise you?”

“ice cream!” she yells, throwing her hands up in the air. he smiles, kissing her forehead, “all buckled up?” she nods confidently. “good girl.”

“you know, you never called me that earlier.” you pout, crossing your arms after buckling your seatbelt.

“tonight, i promise.” he winked, and you smirked, once again cringing at the sight, but he was too hot to be cringe anyway.

⠀˳ْ ○ . 📏 . 𓄹 . 𑁍

“how’s your ice cream, baby girl?” he asks, feeding the strawberry flavoured ice cream to her. “yummy! and why is mommy walking like that?”

heeseung looked away to hold back from bursting out laughing.. “uhm— mommy fell earlier, but it wasn’t that bad, baby. she’ll get better soon.” tilting his head in reassurance.

“what are you guys talking about?” you talked, sitting down beside them with your plain vanilla cup of ice cream. “nothing at all-”

“daddy said you fell, is that why you’re walking like that?” at least you were strong enough to hold back your laugh, already seeing him quietly laughing on the other side.

“yes i did fall, sweetheart. but i’m okay now, so don’t worry about it,” you beamed, “we’ll talk about it later, honey.”

heeseung laughed again at your death stare,

“i hate you.” you mouthed.

“i love you more.”

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outsidereveries · 6 months ago

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The questions regarding smngg are

They had a global audition in many countries even in southeast asian countries this year They even had a live audition of girls from India so do you think they will add any girls from this audition in their girl group or any indian girl as kpop entertainment are welcoming indians too.

When they will debut

No of members

Concept and nationality too also rumors are this time its going to be south east asian group

Their impact on 5th gen

Will they be big as blackpink

Level of success

thank you for the.. repeating asks.

About rough energy (general reading), SMNGG as a collective group are all over the place. I believe there was change in the lineup in the recent weeks, possibly because of them being different tham the rest. They could've broke a rule as SME trainee. Nothing else. I could see a few girls close with each other, bu the way but nothing much.

About whether they'll debut in the 4th quarter of this year, yeah, I can see it, but there will be delays for their debut preparations in a way or another. I can see SMNGG debuting in December this year if they solve everything as soon as possible. There could be a scandal in the company that will be revealed publicly. If related to the girls, it can be similar situation to Karina's before aespa debuted (not saying it will be bullying 100%).

As amount of members, I see 8. They were going to be 9 if that girl wasn't kicked out. The original plan was 5-member girl group but they scrapped it out.

I do see their concept being versatile rather than having specific vibe. Maybe like Red Velvet's (oh, their impact!) but they haven't decided it very specific what and how exactly it should be.

Girl #1: The most hardworking out of all of them. The most talented but the most introverted too. She might be an it-girl of her generation, or has the potential to be very impactful. Basically, her personality is very relateable and loved. Possibly Na Haeun. As positions, I don't feel any. Maybe a bunch of them at once (Like Vocalist, Dancer, FOTG..). Might be interested in songwriting/producing songs in the future.

Girl #2: Being a trainee from quite some time. Also very hardworking and plans quite a lot. Might receive the leader position.. so possibly she's the oldest girl. I don't feel other positions. If that's Helen, then she can receive also a dancer position.

Girl #3: Very intiutive and optimistic person. She learns dances and everything else slower. If the other idols are way greater dancers, then she might receive criticism from k-netizens bc of it. Don't feel specific positions yet.

Girl #4: Might be foreigner. She feels determinated to debut, but also feels this isn't worth it to some extent. Very emotional too. Might receive vocal position (Lead?). I don't feel she's from India but she might be from an island - Japan, Indonesia, Taiwan or Malaysia. Definitely Asian.

Girl #5: Although as hardworker as the first girl, she doubts her own abilities and talents. Might have issues with her confindence, her mental health, these things. This doesn't make her less talented but she's not on her best time when I asked. Therefore, I don't feel any certain positions.

Girl #6: Might receive dancer position. Very hardworking, also very realistic mindset (with optimistic tendencies). She tries to be a good.. rapper? but doesn't feel this is her thing. SME seems to have in mind for her to be "dancer, (something else)" as positions. She tries with rapping but doesn't work as of now.

Girl #7: Might be the second most popular member in the future. Extremely emotional, very talkative, very creative too. She gives me Ningning vibes, I won't lie (because of her Libra stellium). Main vocalist, I feel so.

Girl #8: Overthinker for sure, might be very critic to herself. She is also working very hard, might come from a wealthy family. She's not rigged for sure, she might be the 2nd all-rounder of the group. I don't feel specific positions yet.

So far I sense 1 (certain?) foreigner.. and the rest of them Koreans. The 2nd girl might've lived in foreign lands, maybe Australia if that's Helen.

Their popularity in the 5th generation won't be that great, they might be overshadowed by other groups. So far I feel ther relevance will be similar to Red Velvet (just enough). Might be more popular outside of Korea.

Their success will be "just enough". The half of the girls will be more relevant than the rest. I don't feel anything prominent.

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glasswinggames · 8 months ago

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My heart only belongs to Helios <3 could I please have more facts about him? the game sounds great, good luck!!!

Omg yes! I'm so glad there is someone after the heart of my icy mage!! 🙏💕

Okay facts!

Whilst star signs aren't a thing in Archelia and months are different, he would be a Virgo!

He's the baby of his family (though he is the most mature of them all), he's the youngest of four siblings, all older sisters, with one of them being his twin Haeun. His sisters rejected leading the ArchDukedom so as the responsible one he took on that role.

He's a musical theatre nerd at heart, he is only ever really publicly seen at operas as that is what is deemed fitting for a noble of his stature... but he has a soft spot for 'more frivolous forms of entertainment'.

He can't handle the heat for the life of him, which is perfect since he lives in a land where it snows most of the time. If he was to get too hot he'd be a bit of a wreck, thank materia for the magic circles embroidered on his clothes for heat regulation.

He wears reading glasses when he is alone, he used to enjoy wearing them as an accessory because when he was younger (think child/very early teens) he thought it made him look smarter, but after the seventh time of his sister stealing and breaking them to make fun of him, he gave up and simply wears reading ones in private (he does actually need them haha).

Hope you enjoy the facts and happy to answer anymore questions about him!!

And thank you so much 💕 I'm so excited to show everyone more as I go!!

#ever after: twisted secrets #vn #visual novel #amare #dating sim #indie dev #otome #glasswinggames #ever after asks #ever after ask #helios #ever after facts #Helios is such a dork and I love this grumpy mage #His family is also so fun and very cute #this man would know all the words to grease and you cannot convince me otherwise

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moonleeai · 2 years ago

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🎄 A Christmas Favor ▻ pairing: Seokjin x f reader x Taehyung ▻ genre/au: Cabin Getaway au, holiday traditions, Smut with a side of Christmas ▻ Rating: MA 🔞 ▻ WC: 3,395 ▻ Summary: You and Jin were in a pickle with your son but Uncle Tae came to the rescue. Jin wants to repay him with a big favor. ▻ an: thank you to @queentiti72 and @downbad4yoongi for betaing

▻ Tags: Hot chocolate, snowball fight, kissing, oral, biting, hint of dom/sub, puns!

Part of the @bangtanwritershq 2022 Bangsmas - A “banging” Holiday Writing Event.

It’s the last day of school before Christmas break and you’re waiting in the pickup line for your five year old son, Uju, to be brought to your car. You take a quick look at the to-do list for this week’s events, quadruple checking that you’re not missing anything. In just a few hours, your family will be headed to the cabin to spend Christmas with Seokjin’s best friends. You look up from your completed checklist and see Uju and his teacher coming your way. The teacher opens the back door and Uju climbs in, wishing his teacher a Happy Christmas and buckling himself into the seat. As you pull out of the school parking lot, he begins to chat away.

“And you know what else mama? Haeun said Santa isn’t real.”

You knew this would eventually happen but you were hoping Uju would at least have a few more years before breaking the sad news to him. Both him and his father love Christmas and all the festivities that come with it. You already knew how you would tell him; Christmas is about the spirit of making others feel good and bringing joy to all. You just didn’t think it’d happen at five years old.

“Oh, nae adeul, I’m sure she meant the mall Santas. You know the ones who are elves in disguise that get your message to the North Pole Santa.”

“Maybe…” Uju hastily replies. He’s smart— too smart— and luckily before more questions arise he spots the donut shop and asks for a treat. You happily oblige. While sitting at the donut shop table, you send a quick message to Seokjin.

You: Problem. One of the kids in Uju’s class told them Santa isn’t real. I told him she was probably talking about the mall Santas. I’m not ready for the innocence to fade away.

Hubby💋: I have an idea. I know someone who can pull something off while we’re at the cabin. I’ll ask for a favor. See you at home.

Seokjin always has a solution for every problem and handles it in the calmest way possible. Admirable at the least. When you walk into your home, all the suitcases and bags are by the door, ready to be loaded into the family van. After a few quick trips between the house and van, your little family is ready for the week away to begin Christmas traditions, this year with one bonus surprise for Uju.

🎄

Your family arrives at the cabin second, behind Taehyung and Yoongi, who come out and immediately steal Uju away, leaving all the bags for you and Seokjin.

As you're placing the last bag into the room, you feel hands grip the sides of your waist. Seokjin walks you to the bed and bends your hips over the edge, pressing your body into the mattress and his firmly against your backside.

“Jin! The door is open!” He pushes himself off and smacks your ass.

“This is mine…all night.” He winks at you and walks out the door, leaving you a hot, bothered mess. That man’s desire for you always feels good and never leaves you guessing.

All the other guys trickle in over the next few hours, and over dinner you go over the activities for the week. Tonight will simply be Christmas movies so everyone can settle in and unpack. Everyday there is also a scheduled naptime with Uncle Yoongi and a bedtime story by Uncle Namjoon. Being the first nephew of a big family, with uncles of very different personalities, sure has its perks.

On day two, some will get groceries and everyone will make their annual ornaments and decorate the tree. Day three is for making gingerbread houses with Uncle Hoseok, a campfire, and s’mores. Day four is the snow day where Uncle Jimin and Jeongguk will take Uju out to tube, sleigh, and anything else that keeps him busy so mom and dad can wrap his presents. Day five, everyone will explore the town and see all the decorations, then you and Jin will drive Uju around at night to see all the lights. On day six, Christmas Eve, you will bake cookies for Santa and Uju will get a surprise from Uncle Taehyung.

The first night comes to an end and you and Seokjin tuck Uju in bed while Namjoon reads him a story. Seokjin closes your bedroom door and locks it behind him. You turn and see the smirk on his face as he walks toward you. You haven’t had alone time in weeks but you can’t help but make him work for it.

“I’m ready for bed, it’s been such a long day.”

“Oh no, no, no. November was hell. We hardly saw each other and now we finally have time to release all the pent up stress.” Jin’s hands wrap around you loosely and you wiggle away from him.

“Isn’t it good sometimes not to release? I thought it helped with raising energy levels and better stamina. I don’t think one more week will hurt you.” You can tell he’s not sure if he should keep pressing the obvious or let it go. “I just need to shower, then I can sleep really well.”

“That’s it? Just a shower?” he pouts.

“Did you have something else in mind?”

“I have a lot of things in mind…”

“Hmm…well you know what you have to do,” you taunt.

Seokjin’s eyes widen as he watches you turn on the shower and take all of your clothes off. He quickly does the same and joins you in the bathroom. He grabs your arms sliding them up to his shoulders and picks you up, placing your bare ass on the counter. His teeth nip at the skin on your clavicle then his tongue draws faint squiggles up to your throat. You lean your head away, allowing more room for him to work. He gently bites the side of your neck and brings his lips to your ear.

“Please let me at this pussy. I want to fill you up until my cum is leaking down your legs.”

You smile at his eagerness and nod your head toward the shower. Seokjin lifts you off the counter and the two of you step into the steamy shower. He slides an arm around your waist and the other to the side of your neck, bringing you in for a kiss. You quietly whimper against his lips and pull him closer. He pushes you gently back, trapping you between the wall and himself and slips his thigh between your legs. You breakaway from the kiss to catch your breath and he finds your nipple to take the place of your lips. As he sucks your nipple into his mouth your hands fly to his hair, pulling just a little while you moan low in your throat so as not to be too loud. Your hips gently rock against his thigh creating friction against your clit. He looks up at you coming undone then pulls his thigh away before plunging two fingers inside you. Your grip on his hair gets tighter and he grins against your chest.

“Mmm you just wanted me to beg huh?” He pulls his fingers out and pushes back in, curling them. Your head thumps back onto the tile wall as expletives leave your mouth. You clench around his fingers with every movement and Seokjin is desperate to make you fall apart all over him. He pulls his fingers out causing you to whimper. He kisses you hard and bites your bottom lip before saying, “Turn around for me.”

You want to obey, but before he can dive in you grab his cock and give it a little squeeze, eliciting a hiss from him. “Hmm, did someone forget their manners?” you tease.

“Please…please YN I–I need to feel you right now,” he whimpers in your ear while thrusting in your hand. You continue pumping him and biting at the skin on his shoulder followed by soothing kisses. He shutters and nibbles your earlobe, “Please, Jagi. I need to coat your walls. All this cum has been waiting to be released.”

You turn around, jut your ass toward his hips, and place your hands on the wall. He slowly guides his tip in and then deeply buries himself inside you. You gasp in pleasure as he stills, allowing you to adjust. Your walls throb around him and now he’s the one cursing under his breath. He slowly begins to roll his hips, feeling your walls swallow him whole. He brings one hand to your clit and rubs generously to match his thrusts, his other hand wrapping carefully around your throat, bringing you into him. The constant pressure on your nub and the drags against your walls send you into an orgasm so good, your legs nearly buckle. Seokjin bends you forward and continues pistoning in and out of you until he succumbs to his own pleasure. You feel the warm spurts filling you and his hips stutter until he halts his movements. He reluctantly pulls out and watches the cum slowly run down your leg before mixing with the water.

“Fuck that’s hot. You’re definitely pregnant with all that cum.”

You roll your eyes and bring him in for a deep kiss before getting on with your initial plans of showering and sleep.

🎄

So far, all the traditional activities have been a hit. The tree is decorated with past and present homemade ornaments and the gingerbread houses are on full display in the bay window.

It’s the fourth day and Uju is ready to play with his uncles in the snow. The others are following their own agenda as the only request for today was for you and Seokjin to get a few hours alone to wrap presents. Before you begin, you look out the window to watch your son and his child-like uncles play. You notice Jeongguk making snowballs lightning fast and sneaking them to Uju to pelt at Jimin who is trying to build a snowman. All of them have bright smiles on their faces.

You sit on the floor surrounded by toys, clothes, and enough wrapping supplies to have your own store. There’s a system; Seokjin hands you a gift, you wrap it then he tags it, repeat. As you're finishing the last gift, Seokjin realizes you’re both way ahead of schedule. He helps you clean up and hide the gifts, then disappears into the closet. He comes out wearing a different outfit then earlier, gray sweats and t-shirt with mistletoe on it. There are obnoxiously large letters spelling out ‘I didn’t make the rules” with an arrow pointing down.

“Jin, your humor really is–”

“Top tier?” You push air out through your nose and shake your head, getting up to stretch.

“Let’s go play with Uju in the snow.”

“So is that a ‘no’ or ‘maybe later’?”

“Jin.”

“I haven’t had your pretty lips wrapped around my cock for months, back when you wore that sexy black lingerie for me. Fuck, just thinking about that–” he grunts while using one hand to tighten the fabric at his groin, showing off his bulge. Your lips part and eyes fixate on his fingers tracing his dick-print which seems to be getting longer by the second. You draw your bottom lip into your mouth to stop the drool from seeping out.

You come back to your senses as you hear commotion downstairs. Seokjin sprints to the closet to change his shirt when the sound of little feet and giggles are heard running up the stairs. You open the door, ready to embrace Uju and take him back downstairs for some hot chocolate and to give Seokjin some… time.

🎄

It’s finally Christmas eve and the cookies are ready. Seokjin grabs the carrots and a glass of milk while you help Uju put cookies on a plate. You all walk over to the small side table by the Christmas tree and leave everything for Santa and his reindeer. You tell Uju it’s time for his bedtime story so he could get to sleep for Santa to come when suddenly, there's a loud thump outside and the sound of bells. Then the front door opens and there stands Santa, well Taehyung, in a Santa suit using his best acting skills for his nephew.

This was the favor Seokjin had asked from Taehyung. He hadn’t told you either, knowing you’d trust whatever it was he had in mind. He knew getting a suit would be easy and Taehyung was a great actor and a great uncle. He also wanted Uju to get just a little more time to believe in everything magical that surrounds Santa and Christmas.

Uju’s eyes are wide as he runs toward Santa, speechless. He reaches his tiny hand up and grabs Santa’s, pulling him to the plate of cookies. Taehyung sits in a chair and pulls Uju into his lap where they eat the cookies and drink the milk together. He tells Uju how when children get older, Santa becomes more about love and less about actually seeing him in person. Anyone can keep the magic of Santa alive and be a kind, generous, good human being. He points to Uju’s heart and says everyone has a little Santa magic that lives in their heart, ready to help and give to others around them. Taehyung comes up with some other clever fib about the reindeer and stuffs the carrots into his pocket for later. He tells Uju to get ready for bed because he can’t see how Santa gets the presents inside and he needs to go visit other children too.

Uju dashes for the stairs, telling everyone to hurry and get ready for bed. Namjoon and Seokjin follow behind, while the others giggle from the couch at his cuteness. When Uju is out of sight, you thank Taehyung and promise to return the favor in the future for him. Taehyung simply says he’d do anything for his hyung’s family.

The rest of the house is fast asleep as you and Seokjin tiptoe quietly down the steps with the presents. You perfectly place them around the tree and step back to make sure it’s to your liking. Seokjin back hugs you as you both bask in the lights reflecting off the shiny packages. Everything about this cabin and time spent with Seokjin’s brothers is magical in itself; adding Christmas makes it a thousand times more special.

Back in the bedroom, you collapse onto the bed on your back, your lower half still hanging off. Seokjin grabs your legs and puts them on his shoulders. He pushes your pants up, exposing your calves, then kisses each one.

“Say your left leg was Thanksgiving and your right leg was Christmas…Can I visit between the holidays?” You throw your hand onto your forehead with a loud smack which is drowned out by his wiper blade laugh.

“You gotta stop reading dad jokes, Jin.”

“But they’re the best,” he whines.

“Only to you.” You sit up on the edge of the bed with him standing between your legs.

“Sooo…you know how Tae did us that favor.” He places the palm of his hand on the side of your face and rubs his thumb along your cheekbone.

“Mmhhmm,” you respond, leaning into his touch.

“Well I was kind of thinking we should do him a favor too…”

“We absolutely should. What do you want to do for him?”

“I was hoping you’d be into having him as a guest tonight.” You search his eyes for a more detailed answer when you notice they have gone darker. The left corner of your mouth raises and you nod your head. Seokjin grabs his phone, within seconds there’s a faint knock on the door and Seokjin is welcoming Taehyung.

“Jagi, I know usually you like to be in charge, but tonight– tonight I want you to take care of Tae. I want to watch you blow him. There’s a position I think we all would love. Can we try it?”

You raise an eyebrow to which he quickly responds ‘please’ with a smirk on his lips. You nod ‘yes’ and he positions you lying horizontally on the bed with your back against the mattress.

“Trust us, okay?”

You barely get a sound out before Taehyung pulls you from under your arms, resting your neck against the edge of the bed. Seokjin removes your clothes, exposing your bare body to both of them. Then he follow suit with his own clothes.

Taehyung grabs your wrist and places your hand against his rock hard cock, pushing against your hand. His other hand grazes your neck, his thumb pushing through your lips onto your tongue.

“Hyung told me how sinful your mouth is. I’m leaking just thinking about it.” Taehyung pulls his pants off, his crotch just above your head. You run your tongue along the inside of your cheek, reaching up. All three of you watch your fingers loosely wrap around his shaft and your thumb swipe over his slit, spreading the cum over the thick protruding vein. He drops his head back and sucks in a deep breath.

“Do you want me to suck it or do you want to fuck my mouth?” you ask, already guessing what he will choose.

His eyes grow wide and he looks at Seokjin, “Whatever you want, Jagi, whatever you allow him.”

“Mmm, you want my tongue on that big cock of yours, huh?”

“Yes, so bad,” Taehyung says with shaky breath.

He jerks into your hand as you bring his cock to your mouth, gliding the head over your lips, the sticky precum spreading like lip gloss. You run your tongue over the sticky mess left on your lips and let out a moan, sending his body into a shiver.

“Fuck, you tease so fucking good.”

“Do as you please, handsome.” Both of their cocks twitch as you open your mouth and push your tongue out. Taehyung steps forward and you wrap your lips around him. The sound he releases seems like he is almost done; he is already coming undone at your hollowed cheeks as he moves down steadily. You moan and force down more until you gag just a little and spit drips from the corners of your mouth.

Taehyung groans and Seokjin moves between your legs, grabbing your thighs and throwing them over his shoulders. “He can’t have all the fun, Jagi.” He spreads your lower lips and admires the glisten before his tongue draws sloppy shapes around your clit.

Your back arches as you let out a muffled cry, one hand grips the back of Taehyung’s thigh while the other grabs Seokjin’s hair. Taehyung slowly moves in your mouth as you dig your nails into his skin and moan more. He can’t hold back, moving faster and harder, hitting the back of your throat.

“Noona, I’m–” You press your tongue flat along the underside of his cock, he pushes in and stills while his cum paints your throat. As he pulls out, your body trembles uncontrollably. Seokjin stills your hips and as you reach your climax, he feasts making sure to swallow every last drop.

Too tired to possibly think anymore, the guys move you to the middle of the bed. Facing Seokjin, he kisses your forehead and the tip of your nose, while Taehyung grazes his teeth against your shoulder.

“One more, Jagi?” Your body trembles and they grins. Seokjin tilts your chin up with his finger and crashes his lips into yours. While your tongues slide over one another, Taehyung’s hand slips down your thighs between your legs. Both men’s fingers alternate from rubbing your bundle of nerves and pushing inside you.

“Is your name Jingle Bells?” Seokjin quips.

“Please don’t,” you moan while Taehyung nibbles your earlobe, sending electricity through your bones.

“Cause you feel ready to go all the way.”

“I can’t believe she married you,” Taehyung sasses.

Seokjin chuckles as he pushes himself slowly into you. Taehyung lifts your leg slightly and pushes himself in as well. The fullness of them both dragging against your walls has you mewling between them.

You decide to take a page from Seokjin’s pun book, pulling his lips toward yours and cradling Taehyung’s nape.

“Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.”

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blueopinions49 · 6 months ago

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Could you please type me, I am recently studying cognitive functions and I would like to find out my MBTI type.

I introduce myself I'm Haeun and I consider myself to be a person who doesn't like to get into trouble with strangers or acquaintances, but my words many times have gotten me into conflict, it got to a point where keeping silent is no longer enough and I explode, especially with my family members, but the weird thing is that when I disagree with other people who are not in my family circle it's harder to show my angry side and I don't think it's because I fear or appreciate them, it may be because I don't have confidence in them to be myself in my dark aspects.

I am also shy and have a hard time being able to make conversation or make friends, it is easier when I am with my sister, if I am with her I am more confident to do so. When I have a problem whatever it is, I usually think about how to solve it and then I execute it, many times I have tried to ignore uncomfortable situations or that make me very nervous and tried to run away but I can't, I always have to face it because if I don't do anything I get stressed with the situation, so I prefer to take action.

Another fact about me, is that when my friends or sisters are worried they come to me for advice, I think I have always had that natural gift for that, I listen and I know what to tell them, finally they manage to feel better. I think I can understand that trust is important, before I didn't tell them how I felt because it was uncomfortable to have to say your thoughts or feelings and also I considered it a little silly and I didn't like that they felt sorry for me, but now little by little I am learning to express what I feel although it is still hard.

I am trying hard to improve certain things that I think I need to improve, but during the process I don't feel it is so complicated, for example with my writing, with my school grades, with my goals even. I don't worry too much, I just do my best, that's why maybe I don't feel it's heavy.

Well... that's all I can say, I will wait with excitement for your answer and thank you very much first of all.

I think from what I read IXTJ XiFi 5w6 sp/so 593

im between INTJ and ISTJ

Focused on Solving problems rather than analyzing them and understanding them= Te

However I can't tell how you approach problem solving. Since that is the focus of MBTI. Would you say you prefer to take step by step process (ISTJ) or would you prefer to be quick and just understand the essence of the problem (INTJ).

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itzynabi · 1 year ago

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produce 48 episode 8

word count: 1.0k

warnings: none that i can think of

an: another episode of eve on pd48. she’s a starrrr. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

eve’s masterlist

The trainees entered the auditorium, filling out the seats in the middle section. Cheetah walked on stage to the cheer of the trainees. She told them that she would be announcing the groups for the concept evaluation.

“Now I’ll announce the eleven trainees who will be in our fifth group,” Cheetah said. “The seven remaining trainees will be our sixth group. Starting with Kim Nabi from JYP Entertainment, who got the 100 000 vote benefit.”

Eve walked onto the stage, standing as more trainees got called to join her.

“Please go to your practice studio now.”

The girls walked to their practice room, sitting down when they got in. Haesol peeled off the sticker covering the song they’d perform, revealing it to be 1 000%.

“Why don’t we choose our centre now?” Eve suggested when they were going over the song.

Haeun sighed. “Here it comes.”

“This could be our last time being the centre,” Haesol said, “so whoever wants to be the centre, speak now.”

The girls volunteered for the centre position, ultimately deciding on Haesol and Sooyoon. They decided Haesol and Chiyori would be the main vocalists.

“Here’s the fifth place trainee,” Seunggi announced during the ranking announcement. “She did the group battle evaluation with the song Very, Very, Very. She did her part as the dance position for the evaluation.”

Eve turned to Eunbi. “Unnie, it’s you.”

“No.” Eunbi shook her head.

“No, unnie I think it’s you,” Sooyoon agreed with Eve.

“The trainee is,” Seunggi began, pausing for dramatic effect. “Kwon Eunbi from Woollim Entertainment.”

Eve jumped up in excitement for her friend. “I told you!” She hugged her after Eunbi hugged everyone else.

Eunbi walked to her chair on the stairs after saying her speech and sat down.

Eve sat down, placing her hands in her lap. “It doesn’t look like I’m making it,” she commented.

Sooyoon shook her head. “No, unnie. We’re going to make it. Be optimistic!”

“The only places left to be announced are the first, second, third and fourth,” Seunggi announced. “They are the four most loved trainees by the National Producers. Who will have the honour of getting first place?” He asked, looking at the trainees. “I will now show you the four nominees for the first place voted by the National Producers. Let’s check it out on the screen.”

Everybody waited with baited breath for the trainees to be revealed.

“Nabi unnie still hasn’t been called,” Haeun noted.

Wang Ke turned to look behind her. “Nabi unnie is still here? She must be in the top four.”

Seunggi cleared his throat. “Please reveal the four nominees for first place.”

The screen showed the four trainees nominated for first place, Eve being one of them, however she was looking at her fingers in her lap as she played with them so she didn’t notice.

”Nabi unnie!” Haesol exclaimed, gaining Eve’s attention. “You’re on the screen!”

“What?” Eve asked, looking up at the screen. “Oh!” She exclaimed in shock. She turned to Sooyoon, both girls shocked.

“There is the first place among the four trainees for the second ranking announcement,” Seunggi said. “The nominees for first place are really unexpected. Kim Nabi from JYP Entertainment, you are a nominee for first place. What are you thinking right now?”

Eve shifted her hands on the microphone. “When my name hadn’t been called earlier, I was preparing myself to go home,” she admitted. “I’m really shocked to be a candidate for first place and I’m thankful to National Producers that they got me this far.”

The trainees in ranks four and three were revealed, Eve being neither of them.

“We have two trainees who are waiting to find out who will get the honourable position of first place. It’s Kim Nabi from JYP Entertainment and Jang Wonyoung from Starship Entertainment. Please come up to the stage.”

Eve stood up from her seat, high fiving trainees as she walked to the stage. When she got there, she got up on her box as Seunggi began speaking again.

“Here are the two nominees for first place. Kim Nabi from JYP Entertainment, you were in thirteenth place in the second week, ninth place in the third week and eighth place in the fourth week,” Seunggi told her, the trainees gasping at her consistent high ranking. “You’re now a nominee for first place. You are getting a lot of support from National Producers.”

He also talked about Wonyoung, mentioning her rank progression.

“I will announce first place now,” he said. “Who is the new first place trainee? We’ll reveal it shortly.”

Eve wringed her fingers together as she waited for Seunggi to announce the first place trainee.

“The trainee in first place is… Kim Nabi from JYP Entertainment.”

Eve’s eyes widened as she turned to look at Seunggi, who continued speaking.

“She received 1 010 555 votes in total out of 27 553 709.”

Eve’s 1 000% teammates began to cheer for her, causing her to blush.

“Tell me how you feel to be in first place,” Seunggi prompted Eve.

“Being in first place is something I hoped I could accomplish, but never thought I actually would. To my Into The New World team, thank you for trusting me to be the centre. To my 1 000% team, I wish more of us made it through, but know that I love you guys so much. Thank you to National Producers for supporting me and allowing me to continue to work towards my debut. I’ll continue to work hard and put my best into everything. Thank you.” She bowed.

Eve walked up the stairs, stopping every so often to receive hugs from other trainees. She hugged Eunbi the longest, squeezing the older girl extra tight.

“I’m so happy you weren’t eliminated,” Eunbi said into the hug.

Eve nodded her head. “Me too,” she agreed.

When they pulled apart, she continued walking until she reached the top of the stairs. She sat down, squealing in excitement.

“It’s so high up here,” she said to herself.

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lgcwenjun · 1 year ago

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the notebook starter for @lgcxhaeun

despite his korean still not being... completely amazing, it was honestly a lot more worse when he’d first came to korea. wenjun could barely speak to anyone without feeling like a complete fool – or having to stare at them in confusion ( though truth be told, he still did that ). at the very least, he’s now able to hold a proper conversation with the other trainees and he’s able to express himself a lot more comfortably.

funnily enough though, there were moments from when he first started learning korean that he cherished. most of them, being with haeun. wenjun always tried his best to think the good of people, but he was more than convinced that haeun was probably an angel without wings. in fact, a lot of the korean he’d picked up was thanks to her, and her patience with him.

and that’s exactly why he’s so happy to see her. it’d been a particularly hard day for wenjun. he’d gotten a good scolding for being unable to keep up with the choreography, and his heart was feeling a little heavier than usual.

“haeun noona,” his voice is light as he greets her, and the smile that’s on his face is genuine as he approaches the older girl. “today was so tough, i’m so glad to see you here,” he says, already finding a sort of comfort in her presence. almost automatically, he rustles through his bag and pulls out their notebook, the one they’d both filled with drawings and descriptions of words.

despite his korean improving, he still quite enjoyed this little shared bit that they both had – everything kept in this one notebook.

#lgcxhaeun #( .thenotebook )#i love them

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lgcxhaeun · 1 year ago

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right on time.

can you help me, @haeminlgc

haeun is only thankful there are no solos in this musical. she doesn’t think she would be able to handle it. nothing would have been worse. considering she’s in major a, there’s a lot of songs for her to remember. ten in total, with some being smaller ensembles between the major a knights. haeun is the only girl in major a so she feels the pressure to do well. were they expecting a feminine voice? were they expecting her to be a powerhouse? who knows. every practise leaves her feeling nervous.

she spends most of her time working on the songs. they need the most of her attention. the choreography blocking was easy, especially for a musical. it was something that was natural for her. but the songs... those were another story. in the practise room she’s playing the songs on repeat, going over the lyrics again and again. she’s sure the boys are sick of her by now.

“i’m going to do the song from the beginning,” she tells haemin. although she’s not sure what will make her voice sound stable in the song. every time she sings she can hear how off and shaky it sounds. why can’t she just get it? she sighs, pressing play on the track and starting to sing again but soon dies off because she can hear it. it’s not that she’s off key or anything. she just sounds weird.

“i’m going to get it, i promise.”

#* right on time *#haeminlgc #lgc:projectorigin002

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cuddlebugfelix · 2 years ago

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thanks for helping me start my skz 9th member oc! i’m not done yet but i think i’ve decided on the name cho haeun, and then if i wanna keep similarity i might go with hannah for her english name, but you do have a point with jeongin’s english name being bob, so maybe i’ll come back to that 😭 i might be back with more questions but i really appreciate the help ❤️ and to the other anon who said they had also just started their 9th member oc, i wish you the best of luck! tsuki would definitely be a good option for fc, she’s so adorable 😪

AHHHH IM GLAD TO BE OF HELP!

(and ur right tsuki is so babygirl tbh🏃🏾‍♀️💨)

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yoursjaeyun · 2 years ago

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i knew it’ll be cute but i didn't expect it to be THAT cute please!!! first their love story which is classy yet so beautiful and romantic. second the daughter’s name. it sounds cute🥹 or maybe i just love names that start with H. like Haeun Haneul Heeseung. third the the counter sex. don’t we all like when fics start all lovey dovey dovey and suddenly the counter sex part starts🤭. like if you wanna kill me just do it quickly. and hee’s here so cocky. god i hate him🙄 especially when he was laughing at yn in the mango part and her wobbly legs. when he asks “and you’re not making my favourite?” we all know what’s his fav meal🙄. and him asking whether milk’ll come out or not and yn wanting to be called good girl. this is what we called a love! “how desperate and needy you are to carry my kids.” i’m that desperate no need to ask sir. and lastly i swear children can sell themselves just for ice cream!! luv u <3

the way i was smiling the whole time while i was reading this 🥺

tbh i was thinking about whether or not i should go into their love story more but i just stopped at two paragraphs thinking it was enough, and i’m so glad you liked !! <3 the name ‘haeun’ has been in my mind a lot, don’t know why, just thought it’d be cute to put the name as their daughter 🫶🏼 and of course, counter sex, basic but iconic. and hot. like who wouldn’t like counter sex?? esp with the lee heeseung. it always gets me sksbwkjskwjsj and yes, i wanted to make heeseung hot but sweet at the same time so ofc i had to make him all cocky and sexy asf 🤧 that line always has me giggling n shi whenever i reread it like ohsjshsjsj

anyways, i’m so glad you loved it ☹️💗 thank you for taking your time to read bby <333

#eva <3 #val replies #feedbacks

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yunhoszn · 7 months ago

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to hell with it

pairing jung wooyoung x f!reader word count 5k genres angst﹒smut﹒teeniest bit of fluff here and there warnings 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, all lowercase bc she was supposed to be short and vibey and… that just did not happen, mentions and use of weed, very strict parents, lowkey fuckboy wooyoung lol, lots of kissing, marking, scratching, wooyoung has a fascination with reader’s tits lol, nipple play, no real foreplay, unprotected sex, cowgirl and missionary style, dacryphilia, exhibitionism kinda, quite a few references to religious-ish themes, unrequited love in a sense? i got carried away im so sorry

summary you could draw several heaven-hell parallels from this moment in time, from the way wooyoung buries himself inside of you, and you always return to the idea that he’s straight from hell.

more ok… like i said… i got carried away oopsie 😝 this was a request from my lovely wife of 20+ years @juyofans <3 i’m sorry if i strayed too far from the original idea,,, it just happened ok 🙇 also a huge thank u to @bro-atz for betaing for me i LOVE U SO MUCH!! that’s all lets keep this note short and sweet :P reblog if u enjoyed!

@atzhouse

“shit.”

the curse slips from your mouth so naturally upon the discovery that your stash is completely finished. you rummage through the drawer one more time in case you might’ve missed something, but alas, you’ve run into the worst possible scenario. no more weed.

it’s not like you were dependent on it. but it was the end of a long week and it happened to be one of those days. an edible, a long rip from your bong, or a hit from a blunt wrapped with your pretty pink rolling paper sounded like fucking heaven right about now.

you still lived at home, though, and your parents had no clue that you dabbled with marijuana, so you had to keep everything hidden in your room. unfortunately, it was just too expensive to get your own place in this day and age. and despite the fear of getting caught deeply instilled in you, you were extremely desperate.

and well, desperate times called for desperate measures…

“hey, wooyoung…” you speak into the receiver.

your relationship with the guy was complicated. it had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with you. he’d been your plug for a couple years now, and his pretty face made it really hard not to develop a crush. every time you bought from him, you always tried to get a lot at once so you could space out how often you saw him to make things easier on your heart.

the two of you went to high school together, and the first time you reached out in regards to your secret habit was awkward. to say the least. all of your friends had purchased something from him at least once or twice, so they assured you that he was the real deal. but you had only ever mooched off of them and didn’t have the faintest idea what you were supposed to say or do. (what with having dictators for parents and the lot.)

you remember sending him a dm in the most cryptic way possible. he laughed it off, thinking about how cute it was that you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. but, like every other occasion in which you’d spoken to him, he had a girlfriend at the time. the first time it was haeun, then there was jisu, and it was kind of hard to keep up with the names after that. his patience was endearing, though, and it always left you wanting more out of your conversations. (which is, understandably, what attracted you to the guy.)

he was definitely not a one-partner, commitment type of guy, and that’s all you could ever want out of someone. you thought keeping distance to halt any feelings from growing was the smartest decision. if you didn’t get close to him, it would help squash whatever flame burned beneath your chest.

but now it was time for that little crush to unearth itself, as it does whenever you see him.

“hey, y/n, what’s up?” you can hear the smile in his voice, the one that has your insides melting and your panties nearly dropping to the floor in an instant. it’s almost cocky, like he was expecting your call. and he probably was, all things considered.

“um…“ you stop yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and biting your lip, tilting your head back. “are you free to do a drop right now?”

the digital clock on your nightstand read 9:28 PM and your parents wouldn’t be home for another hour or so, having left for the movies a little over an hour ago. (that was the only reason why you were even thinking of pulling something as idiotic as this.)

not even were you just not allowed to have boys over. you weren’t allowed to have people over period, at least not if your parents were out. in spite of being a grown adult, they still managed to enforce strict rules and curfews on you. you were breaking so many by making this fucking phone call.

Do Not Think About Talking To Boys Under Our Roof.

“yeah, actually. i have to do another in the area so that works out perfectly. i can be there in ten.” he answers and that stupid smile pops into your head again.

2. Absolutely No Strangers Allowed In The House Without Us Present.

“okay cool— wait, you remember my address?” your brow scrunch together, the confusion boiling up inside of you. he snorts, some shifting audible in the background.

3. No Alcohol Unless We Are Present, Absolutely No Drugs Allowed.

“yeah? why wouldn’t i?” he asks so nonchalantly, you almost miss it. “i’ll be there soon, babe.”

he ends the call before you can even say anything, still holding your phone to your ear. your jaw hangs open and heat begins to bloom behind your cheeks. this was exactly why you were avoiding him as long as possible. jung wooyoung was a natural flirt, and you were very delusional.

this was fine, right? all you had to do was exchange the goods and money, then send him on his way. it would be like nothing ever happened, like no one was ever here. your parents would be none the wiser and you could finally relax. it would be just like when you were sneaking around in high school, having him drop when you didn’t have a car—

fuck.

you could’ve just met him somewhere instead, huh? you didn’t have the issue of being car-less anymore. you could’ve told your parents you were running out to grab some things from the store and hid it in your bags in case they were home before you. could’ve done literally anything else except act this irrational.

4. This Is An Honest and Trustworthy Household â€” No Lying Will Be Tolerated.

maybe, subconsciously, you’ve been wanting to see him in this setting again. there was a thrill in breaking your parents rules. you supposed something special, something exciting sparked under your skin all those times you snuck into the backyard to meet with wooyoung through the side gate. but right now, you’re pacing inside your bedroom. this wasn’t the time to get poetic and reminisce about being a schoolgirl with a crush.

you were bulldozing through just about everything on your parents’ list of Do Nots and you feel like you should be more anxious about it. for some reason you’re less afraid of pissing them off. you’re entirely too concerned with looking good for wooyoung, and you don’t even hear the shrill sound of your phone ringing.

wooyoung’s contact lights up the screen, sending all sorts of panic signals to your brain. you severely underestimated how long ten minutes was, and also how long you’d been standing in front of the mirror gawking at yourself like a damn fish out of water. this was embarrassing. you were better than this, god, you were so much better than to lose yourself like this over a man. but jung wooyoung somehow made all rhyme and reason escape you like he was some sexy version of the pied piper.

before you realize it, your feet have carried you down the stairs and to the front door. on the other side stand wooyoung, his backpack slung over his shoulder. he’s dressed in a red zip up hoodies and some baggy jeans. his hair is longer than when you last saw him, long enough to have some of the strands tucked loosely behind his ears. you think you’re entranced by his visuals alone, and then he opens his mouth.

”told ya i remembered.” his words drip with that charisma that sucks you in further, deeper, into the chasm you kept trying to avoid.

”uh— c-come in,” you usher him into your house and up the stairs into your room, just in case. “my parents aren’t home, but i don’t know if my neighbors are watching or something. and just in case they get back earlier, it’s easier to hide you in here than anywhere else.”

wooyoung nods with a snort, eyes wandering around the bedroom you’ve had since you were two years old. he’s never been inside of your house before, much less inside of your room. it’s very you; various posters littering the walls, makeup and skincare products cluttered around your vanity, comfy-looking sheets.

5. Definitely No Boys Allowed In Your Room.

“you know, y/n, i was pleasantly surprised when you called,” he shrugs off his bag, setting it on the foot of your bed, dragging his finger along the footboard. “i was starting to miss my favorite customer.”

just about everything but standing right here sounded ideal to you. if there were miraculously a sniper stationed on the roof of the house next to yours, you hoped you were in his line of sight and he would take you out. it was as if he knew. he knew exactly what his effect on you was, and that was absolutely perfect, now wasn’t it?

“your— huh?” you’re sure you sound stupid, especially so when he laughs, unzipping his backpack to take out what he was here for. the smell alone practically recalibrates your system and reboots you. wooyoung notices.

”we’ve never smoked together, have we?” he asks, pulling out the tube he was looking for. it’s about an eighth, which is less than what you usually buy from him, but you’re in no position to complain. you shake your head ‘no’ as he hands it to you, before pulling out another and doing the same thing. you raise an eyebrow at him.

”this is—“

”no, i know,” he purses his lips with a nod, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth and swiping across the bottom one. “consider it a gift, for being so loyal to me all these years.”

you guffaw in disbelief. what the fuck?

”wooyoung, you can’t possibly—“

”just let me smoke you out this once. that’s all i ask in return,” he seats himself on the edge of your bed. “and we’ll even use my stuff. you can save yours for later. i’ll make it worth your while.”

you would be cutting it really close to the time your parents were supposed to be home. but he was so tempting. and you were so weak. so, so pitifully weak.

”okay…” you let yourself say. you let yourself divulge just this once. “but, remember—“

”yes yes, your parents. do you think this is my first rodeo?” he laughs, pulling out a little plastic baggie that appears to have pre-ground weed in it. almost like… he was anticipating this? when he reaches into his backpack for what you assume is wraps, you jump to grab your pink rolling paper. you’d been so excited to use it, you weren’t going to let this opportunity go to waste.

batting your lashes at him is the only way you know how to convince him, though it doesn’t really take much convincing. your rolling skills still weren’t the best, despite doing this as long as you have, so you watch in awe as wooyoung does it. his fingers move expertly, and you have to blink away the thoughts threatening to overthrow the sane ones that have been struggling to keep afloat.

wooyoung fishes for the lighter in his pocket, red like the color of his jacket. he lights the blunt and holds it carefully between his fingers. you think he’s going to take the first hit, but then he’s holding it to your lips, gesturing for you to do it. “ladies first.” he throws in with that obnoxiously attractive laugh of his. you hesitantly follow his lead, sitting beside him, then inhaling and filling your chest.

your exhale isn’t as graceful as you hoped it would be, a couple coughs coming out of you, but it was a strong hit. he rubs his free hand up and down your thigh to soothe you, hitting it himself. he’s definitely a lot more experienced than you, in what he does and how he does it, breathing it out into the atmosphere. your room is a little foggy now and you have half the mind to crack open a window, however, you’re hyper aware of his hand on your thigh. and you don’t want it to go away.

6. If Any Of These Rules Are Broken, You Risk Being Kicked Out.

it’s calm for a few minutes, just the two of you rotating the blunt in comforting silence, his hand still branding its place on your thigh. and then his thumb starts to move. it circles into your bare skin gently, kneading mindlessly. you almost let out a whine, but you catch yourself, concealing it as a cough instead.

“you like me, don’t you, y/n?” wooyoung asks, puffing out a thick white cloud and pouting. “that’s why you buy a lot from me at once. that’s why i sometimes only see you once a month.”

the question catches you so off guard, you almost grab the pink blunt by the spark. he sets it in your ashtray, conveniently placed on one of your bedposts. you stare at him blankly, because how fucking perceptive do you have to be to figure that out? your crush was probably a little more than obvious, sure, but the avoidant tendency you had couldn’t possibly be linked to that. not unless he truly knew you like the back of his hand.

he leans back onto his palms with a snicker, carding his fingers through his hair. the way he’s positioned allows you to glimpse at a bit more of his chest from the partially unzipped jacket. the only thing you see is that it’s bare, and your brain short circuits. it was already frying itself when he called you out, now there wasn’t a single functioning cell up there.

“i’m high like sixty percent of the time, i see everything. i know everything.” he answers your unspoken inquiry. and well, that may be true, but it’s not like you’re doing much to refute with the way you’re ogling at him. (you were a horny high, unfortunately.)

“what—“ you swallow, suddenly all too aware of how close you’re sitting, of how his grip on your thigh is a little more primal. “what if i said no? what then?”

“i’d think you were a liar,” he smiles, that fucking smile you can picture in your head even through a phone call. “and i don’t like being lied to.”

“so it’s a good thing i haven’t said no yet, right?” you breathe, voice entirely too stable for the situation. his hand rises higher on your thigh, the tip of his index finger brushing under your shorts. you glance down at it, eyes already heavy lidded as they observe the way it drags across your skin. fuck.

“mhm,” he hums, gauging your reaction to his touch. “it’s very good.”

you’re losing your patience the longer you sit there, tortured by wooyoung’s hand searing on your thigh. your heart seems to beat faster and you feel like you can tell with the rise and fall of your chest picking up in speed. his lips on yours is all that you want, all that you need, and under this spell (the intoxication swimming through your bloodstream), you’re willing to accept the consequences that may come with it.

a gasp escapes you when his nail scrapes along the side of your leg with the pressure of a feather. it’s overwhelming, to say the least. you want more and more and more, and then so much more until you can’t take it, but part of you is still insecure that he’ll leave you strung out on a clothesline if you indulge. you’re beyond thinking about the repercussions if you’re caught. you’re focused on the repercussions of being hurt if you give in.

but enough is enough.

placing your hand over his own, you slip it under your t-shirt where you’ve been braless this entire time. wooyoung’s eyes widen and you grab one of his hoodie strings, yanking him closer to you. your noses brush and your eyes meet, a silent ask for permission to finally play into what you’ve both been waiting for.

you don’t really give him a second to rethink it.

your lips connect in a rough, messy kiss that has you believing in the existence of a god. one that’s granted what you’ve been dreaming of for years. maybe after this you’ll start praying before bed again, especially if it always rewards you this well.

his mouth slots against yours like it’s the missing piece of a puzzle, your tongues tangling and your teeth nearly clashing. wooyoung’s hand on your chest regains its own control, squeezing your breast and flicking his thumb over a perked nipple. his other hand grips your waist, pulling you onto his lap. your knees dig into the mattress, hands cupping under his jaw and then entwining in his hair.

you sigh into his kiss, obsessed with this length on him. you’re sure he feels the same when he groans after you tug on it, deepening the kiss if possible. the sigh turns into a moan when he guides your hips into a circular motion, grinding you down on him to create a bit of friction and get the ball rolling.

he knows you don’t have a lot of time, maybe an hour tops, but fuck he wishes he could take his time with you. he wished he could explore your body and learn every single thing you liked and didn’t like, and use it all to his advantage. his senses are heightened so he’s keenly aware of your every sound, of each whine that escapes you.

wooyoung’s mouth travels from your own, along your jaw, and down your throat, nipping and sucking so he leaves his mark on you wherever he can. your lips part with a soft moan when he finds the sensitive spot on your neck. his hand is still in your shirt, kneading and massaging your tits like it was second nature for him.

your high has reached its peak, and you’re starting to get light headed from how good everything feels. if he didn’t touch you where you needed him most soon, you feared you might finish prematurely, and after all that you’ve been through to get to this point, you really cannot handle that tonight. thankfully, he seems to read your mind.

“i would love to make up for lost time, but i don’t think we can right now,” he pants into your skin, hands everywhere but somehow nowhere all at once. “let me just—“

“stop yapping and just fuck me, wooyoung, you’re wasting precious time,” you groan, going straight for the zipper of his jacket. you push the red material off of his shoulders in one go, practically pawing at the button of his jeans. he laughs at your impatience, but knows you’re right.

“well, when you put it like that, i don’t feel bad for the disgusting things i wanna do to you,” he teases, helping you pull your shirt over your head. “gonna fuck you so good, you’re gonna wanna see me more than once a month.”

the call out is crazy, but you don’t have the mental capacity to argue with him, head tossing back when he takes one of your tits into his mouth. you scrape your nails down the expanse of his chest and abdomen, a reprieve to the static buzzing throughout your body with wooyoung’s lips all over you. his teeth sink into your collarbone and you nearly lose your sanity. this was it, there was no going back now that you’ve fallen under his spell.

his skilled fingers make quick work removing your shorts and you’re so beyond restless, that he has a bit of trouble getting them down your legs. he stills your hips firmly, practically scolding you when he says, “sit still, pretty, i’m not going anywhere.”

it’s a weird reaffirmation, and in a way it calms your erratic mind. you finally let go of those reservations and allow yourself to submit to these feelings you’ve harbored for years. the heat of wooyoung beneath you is enough to make you squirm again, needing him inside of you before you start crying. (though judging by what he’s said so far, you think he’d like that.)

“god, i need you so bad,” you whine, lips locking with his once more. you speak the words into his mouth and they hold all the subtlety of an excavator, desperation hanging off of each syllable. “please…”

you can feel, rather than see, the conniving smile that graces his features, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. he’s dangling your desire in front of you like a ball of yarn with a cat, the bed of his nails dragging along your hips slowly and tortuously. you reach down to cup his erection through his boxers and that’s what spurs him on, dropping his mischievous act in favor of gifting you what you’ve been asking for so nicely.

wooyoung pushes your underwear to the side, kicking off his boxers so he’s bare for you. part of you is way more excited than you should be to fuck him raw, for the first time nonetheless. he leans back slightly and watches as you hover over his cock, sitting on it gently. he’s definitely on the longer side, longer than the other guys you’ve been with— not that there were very many to compare him to. he fills you up just right, tapping that sweet crook of your pussy when he sheathes entirely.

the moan that breaches the sound barrier fights itself from deep in your chest, tickling his ears and forcing out one of his own. his grip on your hips tightens as you begin to move. it’s more of him moving your body for you, not that you’re complaining at all. less work for you.

with each bounce on his cock, your bed squeaks and it wouldn’t be such a problem if you didn’t also hear the front door open downstairs. your eyes widen almost comically, meeting wooyoung’s with a fear so intense that it nearly scares him too. gratefully, he’s been in this situation before. he holds a finger up to his lips to shush you, simultaneously flipping the two of you so your back is flat on the bed and his feet are planted on the floor.

you’re glad you had the clear mind to lock your door when you came up to your room. you don’t know if it’s because it’s wooyoung, or maybe you’re just into it, but you feel yourself getting more turned on as he continues to fuck you despite your parents being home. he covers your mouth with his hand, rocking his hips into yours with a purpose. his free hand slithers between the two of you, thumb rubbing calculated circles into your clit.

”take it,” he rasps into your ear, nipping the lobe softly; a contrast to what’s tumbling out of his mouth. “take it like the good girl you are.”

at that same moment, there’s a knock on your bedroom door. wooyoung doesn’t stop, in fact, he speeds up his pace, pushing your thigh to your chest so he plunges deeper into your cunt. he’s evil, pure evil.

”y/n, are you in there?” your mother asks.

”y-yes,” you gasp, willing your voice to stay steady. “i was getting ready to go to s-sleep.”

“you sound off… are you feeling okay?” she expresses her concern and you look to wooyoung for help.

you bite down harshly on your lower lip when he leans down to suck on one of your tits instead, still very roughly snapping into you. he urges you to say something anyway, so you can at least get them to leave you alone. “y-yes! i’m fine! i was just looking f-for my pajamas!”

he laughs lowly so only you can hear, gazing at you through his lashes and whispering, “should we tell her they’re on your floor?”

your mother doesn’t question you any further. ”okay… goodnight, sweetheart.”

”goodnight!”

her footsteps get quieter as she walks away from your door. the shit-eating grin on wooyoung’s face contributes to the growing ache in the pit of your stomach more than it pisses you off. unfortunately he just had that effect on you. it was hard to be mad at him when he made you feel like you were lit ablaze, fire burning all the way to the tips of your fingers.

“look at you, sweetheart,” you hate that the pet name has you clenching around his length. his lips trail down your body, worshiping it like you were his own personal goddess. “you’re taking my cock so perfectly.”

if you could scream, you would. you’d be as loud as possible so your whole block knew who was fucking you this good. you’d chant his name like a prayer, which was ironic considering he was, in a sense, more like an incubus. you could draw several heaven-hell parallels from this moment in time, from the way wooyoung buries himself inside of you, and you always return to the idea that he’s straight from hell. the way he lures you in, like the serpent with eve in the garden of eden. he has you turning your back on all forms of reason.

but this inebriation, this sweet poison coursing through your bloodstream as applies practiced pressure to your clit, has your whole being soaring. you could care less about the trouble that comes with it, especially when it has your back arching off of your mattress and into his chest.

your lips pry open in a silent moan when he presses up against that same spongy nook in your pussy. tears well in your eyes as they roll back, spilling down the sides of your cheeks. wooyoung kisses them away and fucks into you harder, inching closer and closer towards what you’re already on the precipice of.

having gone nonverbal after nearly getting caught, it requires so much energy for you to croak out, “‘m so close, woo, so so close…”

he hums approvingly, back at your mouth now. his lips mold with yours so smoothly and your fingers tangle in his hair so easily. you want this forever, to be his in more ways than one. but after tonight, you don’t know how likely that is to happen, and you’ll let yourself be satiated by this one time.

you’re lost in the sensation of his kiss, disappearing in the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of your cunt without restriction. and maybe this would’ve been so different had you not been high. maybe this wouldn’t have happened at all had you been sober. your vision is hazy and your head is clouded, but you’ve never felt so liberated.

wooyoung grazes his nose against yours, a stark contrast in the behavior he’s exhibited tonight. even as he does so, his lower half is still pounding into you without mercy. and for some reason, that tenderness is what has you slipping through the cracks. your orgasm washes over you with no warning, crashing and colliding into your being almost violently.

the fluttering of your walls around his cock has wooyoung finishing right behind you, lashes skimming the tops of your cheeks in butterfly kisses that prolong the climax of your release. it’s much more intimate than you expected, your heart swelling and your body shivering with its implications. he slows his pace to something steady, something that just metaphorically holds your hand through your orgasm.

as you recover from the weight of it all, you realize that you’re still crying. wooyoung attempts to swipe away your tears with his thumbs, but when he notices that they aren’t stopping, his eyebrows knit together in confusion. he slides out of you and back into his boxers, scouring your bedroom floor for your t-shirt. he sits you up gently and cups your jaw in his hand.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, uncharacteristically serious. you’re used to him being playful and joking about everything, so for him to show genuine concern about your emotions means a lot. a lot.

“i’m okay— i’m fine, i’m just being weird.” you dismiss his worries though, since it’s true. he doesn’t owe you anything and you don’t want to guilt him into anything just because your crush is a little heavier than the schoolgirl crush he’s made it out to be. he shakes his head. he’s not having any of that.

”no, you’re upset about something. don’t water yourself down like that.” you don’t like that this is fueling your delusions, don’t like that you want him so much more than you thought you could. and maybe you could’ve stopped yourself, had you not looked at him. your gaze traces from the beauty mark under his eye to the way his hair frames his face.

“i want something i can’t have,” is what you settle on, swallowing down that bitter pill that you’ve been avoiding tonight. “and i think i’m finally coming to terms with it.”

wooyoung searches your expression for thicker substance, as if that will hint towards a clearer answer than what you’ve given him. he finds it in that painfully sad smile of yours. he finds it in the heartache swirling in the pools of your irises. you know he didn’t mean to lead you on. it’s not his fault, really. you understood what you were getting yourself into. none of the blame can be placed in his hold, because it doesn’t belong to him.

”i should go,” he says after a long stretch of silence. “before either of us get into any trouble.”

you watch as he dresses himself quickly and exits through the window, taking your heart along with him. but it would be okay. you wouldn’t have to see him for another month anyways.

at least, that’s what you tell yourself as you reignite the blunt sitting in your ashtray.

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