#Chaehyun x OC

[magnagaruzenmon]

Writer’s Block

A little gift for Dinozen.

Garuzen and her writing partner Dinozen sat across from each other, their brows furrowed in concentration over a game of Magic: The Gathering, specifically duel commander. The tension in the room was palpable as if the very air thickened with every card drawn. Their decks, their strategies, and their personalities clashed like rival elements.

Garuzen’s Bant control deck struggled to keep pace, its delicate balance of counters and defenses cracking under the relentless pressure of Dinozen’s Sultai tempo. Each turn, Dinozen’s deck churned out incremental advantages, a symphony of value that was impossible to stop. Garuzen slumped in her chair, her frustration bubbling to the surface as she scooped up her cards.

“Gah! How do you manage it all?” she lamented, shaking her head after racking up another loss.

Dinozen, halfway through shuffling his deck for the next match, glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” he asked slowly, his voice as steady and unassuming as ever.

Garuzen rolled her eyes dramatically. “You know what I mean—writing, hobbies, work, volunteering! How do you keep all those balls in the air without dropping them? It’s all so much!”

For a moment, Dinozen hesitated, the rhythmic shuffling of his cards pausing ever so slightly. Then, in his usual measured tone, he replied, “By taking things one day at a time.” He resumed shuffling, his hands moving with precision as he set up for their third game.

“Really? That’s it?” Garuzen leaned forward, her disbelief painted across her face. “I thought you’d have some secret sauce or something. I mean, come on, you’re the titan who managed to crank out three stories a week for six months straight! People called you unstoppable! Then one of your heavy hitters pops off, and poof—you disappear without a trace. Why, Dino? Why vanish after building all that momentum?”

Dinozen twitched at her words, his shoulders tightening before he forced himself to relax. Garuzen didn’t notice—or perhaps she didn’t care. She pressed on, her curiosity morphing into a challenge.

“Did I strike a nerve, Dino? Did I make you angry?” She smirked, her tone edging toward playful provocation.

Dinozen shot her a sharp look, one that practically begged her to drop the subject. But Garuzen was undeterred. She leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. “What is it with you, huh? Why do you work so hard all the time? Is it just to make the rest of us look bad?”

And that was it. The mask cracked. Dinozen broke.

“Because I’m fucking furious!” he exploded, his voice ringing out like a thunderclap. “Furious and disgusted at everything and everyone!”

Garuzen froze, her jaw slack as Dinozen’s words came tumbling out like a flood bursting through a dam.

“I am surrounded by people who don’t believe in anything! People who refuse to act on their convictions are content to be trampled by those who do. And then there’s me—trying to do the right thing, trying to do right by people—and what do I get? Looked down on. Written off. Meanwhile, people close to me are profiting profoundly off of my ideas, and they act like I’m the joke. I’m the diplomat, the bigger person, while assholes like Thunder Cunt run wild because what? They’ve been dumb and ignorant from the start?!”

He slammed his hands on the table, his voice trembling now, teetering on the edge of rage and despair. “Every day, I feel like I’m shedding my humanity—like it’s crawling off me, piece by piece. And why? Because of the slime, we let exist. Because of the rot we let propagate. So if you want to know what drives me to work so hard, it’s not because I want to make you or anyone else look bad. It’s because I hate it all. I hate it.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Garuzen sat frozen, the terror in her eyes growing as she looked at her friend—not the cheerful, easygoing Dinozen she knew, but someone raw and cracked open, someone teetering on the brink of something dark. The sorrow in his voice, his pain, was more frightening than his anger.

Without a word, Garuzen pulled out her phone. Her hands trembled as she dialed. Dinozen’s breathing was ragged, his chest heaving, but he noticed her movements.

“Who are you calling?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Garuzen looked up, meeting his furious gaze with a faint, knowing smile. “Someone who misses you.”

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. Dinozen stormed to the door, still fuming, his jaw tight and his muscles coiled like a spring. He yanked it open—and froze.

Standing on the other side was Chaehyun. She was fidgeting, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. But when their eyes met, she smiled, soft and warm, like the first light of dawn breaking through a storm.

“Hey, Dino,” she said, her voice gentle. “I missed you.”

“Marshmallow?” Dinozen’s voice cracked, the exhaustion and shock in his tone cutting through the remnants of his anger.

Chaehyun pouted but nodded. “Yeah, it’s me.”

For a moment, Dinozen tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. “I… I… I…”

Chaehyun stepped closer, taking his hand in hers. “Come on,” she said softly, tugging him away from the door. “Let’s talk.”

Chaehyun led Dinozen into his bedroom, the tension radiating from him like a tangible force. She kept her steps deliberate, her hand clasped gently around his. Garuzen lingered in the hallway, peeking in just long enough to see the two disappear behind the door. As it clicked shut, she exhaled a shaky breath, hoping Chaehyun could do what she could not: reach him.

Inside the room, Chaehyun guided Dinozen to the edge of the bed. They sat down together, the mattress creaking under their weight. She kept her hand on his, grounding him with her touch as her gaze swept over his exhausted face.

“What’s going on, big guy?” she asked softly, her voice laced with concern.

Dinozen didn’t answer. His shoulders were still stiff, his jaw tight. Chaehyun turned to face him fully, her fingers brushing against his cheek as she cupped his face and gently turned it toward her. He flinched at the contact, his eyes darting away, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, she stroked her thumb lightly across his cheekbone, her touch a quiet reassurance.

“When was the last time you got a hug?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “And I mean a real one—not the kind someone gives just because they have to.”

Dinozen’s silence was answer enough. She sighed, her heart aching as she pulled him into her arms, wrapping herself around him tightly. He resisted for a moment, his body tense and unyielding, but she didn’t let go. She pressed her cheek against his shoulder, her warmth radiating through him like a balm for his frayed nerves.

Slowly, she felt him begin to relax. The rigidity in his back softened; the sharp edges of his breathing smoothed out. His arms, which had hung awkwardly at his sides, finally came up to return the embrace, his grip tentative at first before growing firmer, as though he were clinging to her for stability.

“There we go,” Chaehyun murmured against him. “Just let it out.”

For a moment, Dinozen simply held her, the storm inside him quieting as he melted into her touch. When she felt his breathing even out, she pulled back slightly, her hands resting on his shoulders. She looked up at him with those wide, expressive eyes of hers and tilted her head. “Now, tell me. What’s going on?”

Dinozen hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. As he spoke, his voice was low, nearly a mumble. “People… No, life has been stressing me out. It’s all too much, Marshmallow.”

Chaehyun’s lips twitched into a pout at the nickname—her least favorite, but one she tolerated from him because she knew it came from a place of affection. Instead of complaining, she shrugged off her jacket, tossed it onto the bed, and scooted closer to him, resting a hand on his knee.

“And you thought disappearing for a month or two was the answer?” she asked, her tone gentle but teasing. “You thought all the pain would just… poof, go away if you disconnected from everything?”

Dinozen nodded sheepishly, his lips twitching into the faintest of smiles. Chaehyun’s laugh broke through the air, light and full of warmth, and she reached up to ruffle his hair.

“I always forget you’re an introvert at heart,” she said, her eyes crinkling with amusement. “You thought hiding would fix it, huh?”

He chuckled softly, the sound surprising even him. “Maybe. I mean… it usually works.”

“Not this time.” Chaehyun shook her head, her hand dropping to his shoulder, her thumb brushing lightly over his collarbone. “You can’t run away from what’s in your head, Dino. You know that.”

His smile faltered, and she immediately noticed. Without a word, she slid closer, draping her arm around his shoulders and leaning her head against him. “But you don’t have to figure it all out alone,” she said quietly. “I’m here. I’ll always be here. You just have to let me in.”

Dinozen let out a shaky breath, his head lowering as her words sank in. He leaned into her touch, his forehead resting against the curve of her neck. Chaehyun said nothing more, letting the steady rhythm of her heartbeat fill the silence. She ran her fingers lightly through his hair, the repetitive motion calming him further.

As the minutes stretched on, Dinozen finally whispered, “I missed you, too.”

Chaehyun smiled, her arms tightening around him. “Good,” she said simply, her voice as soothing as the embrace itself. “Now stop running away, you big dummy.” Dinozen nodded before the couple began cuddling on his bed. As always Chaehyun was the little spoon being encompassed by the much bigger Dinozen. After a few minutes of this Chaehyun gets a little antsy before turning over to face her paramour. She scoots up to his face and plants a large kiss on his cheek, as she wraps him in another hug. Dinozen eased again into her arms as their kisses deepened in passion Chaehyun began to feel how hard Dinozen was for her.

“Hey big guy when was the last time you got laid?”Chaehyun asked. Dinozen stiffened hoping not to be forced to answer. Chaehyun scowled,”No wonder why you're so tense you're pent up,” she said as she took her shirt off leaving her only in her bra and jeans both of which she quickly divested from. She looked at Dinozen with a bright smile admiring the bulge in his pants.

Dino raced to match her state of undress. Chaehyun smiled before saying, “good,” she crawled onto the bed before caressing he face and diving in for a kiss. While she does she slowly impaled herself on Dino’s cock. Dino moans as her pussy welcomes him. Chaehyun looks at Dino with eyes full of love.

“Oh good. I forgot how well you fit inside,” Chaehyun coos. Dino eases as she wraps her arms around him. She starts riding him slowly at first before the pleasure gets to her. Dino grips into her plush thighs as she rides him. As she grinds along his shaft Dino watches as her big breasts bounce buoyant in his face. Dinozen leans in before taking an exploratory lick. Chaehyun moans as she buries Dino’s face in her tits. Her walls hold Dino with a gentle care that he hadn't felt in months.

Dinozen lost himself in the pleasure and came inside Chaehyun. She smiles as his seed floods her womb. She goes lightheaded as her arousal consumes her. The couple collapses on the bed.

Chaehyun bats her big eyes hoping to soften the anger that welled within Dino. Dino relaxed and kiss the rabbit tiger as she wrapped her legs around him another time

The room was quiet now, the storm inside Dinozen finally calmed by Chaehyun’s warmth. They stayed tangled together on the bed, his head resting against her shoulder while her fingers combed through his hair in slow, soothing strokes. The rhythm of their breathing began to synchronize, the weight of the moment dissipating into a peaceful stillness.

“You feel any better?” Chaehyun whispered, breaking the silence.

Dinozen nodded slightly, his voice a low murmur. “Yeah… You always do this to me, you know.”

“Do what?” she asked, tilting her head to look at him.

“Make me feel human again.” He gave a faint, tired smile, his eyes finally meeting hers. “Like I’m not completely broken.”

Chaehyun’s heart ached at his words, but she didn’t say anything right away. Instead, she pressed a soft kiss to his temple and rested her cheek against his hair. “That’s because you’re not broken, Dino. You just need someone to remind you how much you’re worth.”

He didn’t respond, but the way he pulled her closer said everything. Chaehyun leaned back slightly, pulling the covers over them both as she shifted to lie more comfortably. Dinozen followed her movements without protest, his arm wrapping around her waist as he settled against her.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” he asked, his voice already heavy with sleep.

“Not a chance,” Chaehyun replied, her lips curving into a soft smile. “I’m staying right here, big guy.”

Within minutes, his breathing deepened, and she could feel the tension leave his body entirely. Chaehyun stayed awake a little longer, watching his features soften in sleep, the exhaustion and pain etched into his face fading away. She brushed her thumb lightly over his cheek one last time before closing her eyes, the warmth of his embrace pulling her into sleep.

Scene: Morning Renewal

The smell of something savory woke Chaehyun the next morning. She blinked her eyes open, the early sunlight streaming through the curtains. Stretching, she sat up slowly, her body still cocooned in the warmth of the blanket Dinozen had tucked around her sometime during the night.

She padded out of the bedroom, drawn by the tantalizing aroma. There, in the small kitchen, was Dinozen. He stood at the stove, flipping pancakes with practiced ease, his posture more relaxed than she had seen in weeks. The sleeves of his hoodie were pushed up, and there was even a faint hum under his breath—a melody she couldn’t quite place but recognized as something he used to hum when he was in a good mood.

“Look who’s up,” Dinozen said without turning around, his voice light. “Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. Go sit down.”

Chaehyun leaned against the doorway, crossing her arms as she watched him. There was something different about him this morning. The shadows that had clung to him so tightly the night before seemed to have lifted, replaced by a quiet calm that made her chest ache with relief.

“You seem… better,” she said softly, her lips curving into a small smile.

Dinozen glanced over his shoulder at her, his eyes warm. “Yeah. Guess a good night’s sleep helps. Or maybe it’s the company.”

Chaehyun rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile as she moved to sit at the table. “Flatterer.”

He brought a plate over, setting it in front of her with a flourish. “Pancakes, eggs, and bacon, just the way you like it.”

She looked down at the plate and then back up at him, her heart swelling. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“I wanted to.” Dinozen shrugged, sitting down across from her with his own plate. “Least I could do after everything you’ve done for me.”

Chaehyun picked up her fork but paused, looking at him with a mix of affection and mock annoyance. “You know,” she said, her tone light but pointed, “if this is how good you feel after one night, you definitely need to write me again.”

Dinozen froze mid-bite, his cheeks turning slightly pink. He tried to play it off with a chuckle. “What are you talking about?”

“You heard me.” Chaehyun leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she gave him a knowing smile. “I’m not just your muse—I’m your wake-up call. And you clearly need me around more often.”

Dinozen laughed, shaking his head. “Fine, fine. You win. I’ll write you again. Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” she teased, digging into her food.

[evetoback]

Je Ne Sais Quoi

• Chapter One

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It’s the smell of musty socks near her side that Narae couldn’t concentrate on her part of the assignment. Lowering her laptop, finding her good friend since high school all sweaty, wet bangs pushed back, noticing a light pit stain under his black Nike shirt. “Really,” it wasn’t even noon yet and she still haven’t gotten lunch in her stomach. “Why couldn’t you gone straight back to your apartment before sitting here?”

Her friend sighed, “too far.” Sunghoon’s apartment was close to the bus station, but it still would take a five minute walk to get to the bus stop, wait around another five minutes to enter his apartment, shower, take a nap, change, then come all the way backs. Too much of a hassle.

“Then why have your workout routine so early? Just do it at night. Away from me.” Document automatic saving her work in progress, shutting off her laptop, sliding it in its felt case. Slinging her bag over her shoulders. The smell was getting to her now.

Sunghoon offer a sheepish grin.

Narae knows that grin. Too well. Huffing she says, “Hoon, your date won’t care about your workout regimen.”

Too used to the same speech, Sunghoon, glances to past Narae behind. “Not to sure they will agree with you, Nans.”

Groaning at the nickname, better than having him call her Nana, carelessly looks back, spotting tables away of girls whispering and waving at her guy friend.

Just to annoy her, Sunghoon returns a friendly wave. Leaving Narae to groan, “you are impossible,” to departing from her original table, heading to her next class that would begin in three minutes. Will she arrive early, sure but anything to get away from the gym smell and Sunghoon’s admirers.

She missed the shy boy she met years ago.

“Your partners and instructions will be posted on the SheetBoard. Any remaining question should be emailed before the first mark of the date, meaning not the night before.”

Packing up her notebook, trailing out with the crowd of classmates out the room into the hallway.

Pulling out her phone, seeing the group chat messages going off. Narae carefully maneuver around the students as she read the messages from the top, all the way to the recent texts to catch up on the topic of her close friends.

Suddenly she receives a notification from her email. A short email that Narae read carefully.

Narae recognized the name “Huening”. He was the class favorite. Usually focus on the lesson, have received good grades that the professor probably has Kai as their favorite student. Many of their peers would try to chat with him to partner up for a grade.

Typing up a quick email, to speed walking to skip the elevator of crowded people to take the stairs all the way down.

Narae haven’t ate all day. She really wanted her next, and final, class of today to be over and done with quickly till she can meet with Kai for a proper meal.

[littleprinces]

Day 24: Tit Torture

Chaehyun x OC Reader

Kinkvember Day 24

Chaehyun was sitting at her favorite café. She was known for her big, perky tits that she often showcased in her low-cut tops. Today was no exception. She was sipping her latte, her eyes wandering over the latest issue of Vogue, when she felt someone approach her table.

"Mind if I join you?" a deep voice asked. Chaehyun looked up to see a tall, muscular man with shaggy blond hair and piercing blue eyes. "I'm Ethan," he said, smiling. "I couldn't help but notice you. You look stunning."

Chaehyun blushed, looking down at her coffee. "Thank you," she said, her voice soft. "I'm Chaehyun."

Ethan pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down. "So, Chaehyun, what are you reading?" he asked, nodding towards the magazine.

"Just the latest Vogue," she replied. "I love fashion."

"Well, you certainly have the body for it," Ethan said, his gaze lingering on her chest. Chaehyun felt a thrill run through her at his blatant stare.

"You're not shy, are you?" she asked, smiling.

"Not at all," Ethan replied. "I say what I think. And right now, I'm thinking that you're the most beautiful woman I've seen in a long time."

Chaehyun felt her heart flutter. She wasn't used to such direct compliments. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Ethan reached out, his hand touching hers lightly. "Can I see you again?" he asked. "Maybe for dinner tomorrow night?"

Chaehyun felt a rush of excitement. She nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "I'd like that," she said.

Ethan's hand gripped hers tighter. "Good," he said, his voice low. "I promise, it'll be a night you won't forget."

The next evening, Ethan arrived at Chaehyun's apartment. He was dressed in a suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. Chaehyun opened the door, her eyes wide. "Wow," she said, taking in his appearance.

Ethan smiled, stepping inside. "You look amazing," he said, his eyes roaming over her body. She was wearing a tight, red dress that accentuated her curves.

"Thank you," she said, blushing.

Ethan reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet bag. "I brought something for you," he said, handing it to her.

Chaehyun opened the bag, her eyes widening as she pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs. "What's this?" she asked, her voice breathy.

Ethan's eyes darkened. "A little something for tonight," he said, stepping closer. "Do you trust me?"

Chaehyun nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes," she whispered.

Ethan took the handcuffs from her, dangling them in front of her. "Let's make this night memorable," he said, his voice low.

He led her to the bed, sitting her down. "Lie back," he said, his voice commanding. Chaehyun did as she was told, her heart racing.

Ethan knelt in front of her, his hands running up her legs. "You have beautiful tits," he said, his voice soft. "I want to touch them."

Chaehyun gasped as his hands reached her breasts, cupping them through her dress. "They're so big," he murmured, his thumbs rubbing her nipples.

"Yes," Chaehyun moaned, arching her back. "They're sensitive."

Ethan smiled, his hands moving to the zipper of her dress. "Let's see them," he said, pulling the zipper down.

Chaehyun sat up, letting him slide the dress off her shoulders. She was left in just her bra and panties, her breasts heaving with anticipation.

Ethan reached behind her, unhooking her bra with one hand. Her breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and erect. Ethan groaned, his hands cupping them, his thumbs rubbing her nipples.

"You have beautiful tits," he said, his voice hoarse. "I can't wait to torture them."

Chaehyun gasped, her eyes widening. "Torture?" she asked, her voice breathy.

Ethan smiled, his hands moving to her wrists. "Trust me," he said, securing the handcuffs around them. He then attached the other end of the handcuffs to the headboard.

Chaehyun was now spread-eagled on the bed, her breasts heaving with anticipation. Ethan smiled, his eyes dark with desire. "Now, let's have some fun," he said, his hands moving to her breasts.

He began to pinch and pull her nipples, his fingers twisting and tugging. Chaehyun moaned, her back arching, her hips writhing. "Yes," she gasped, "More."

Ethan smiled, his hands moving lower, sliding her panties down her legs. He threw them to the side, his eyes roaming over her naked body. "You have a beautiful pussy," he said.

He slap Chaehyun breast until it redden, He clamp chaehyun nipple and start to suck her nipples.

"Fuckk, Yes sir" Chaehyun groan

He still slap Chaehyun tits and make fun of them, he used rope for tie her breasts until his chest turned blue.

"Fuckk ahhh it so hurt" Chaehyun scream a loud as i play with her nipple clamp

"Sirr ahhhh" Chaehyun tries to freeing herself.

He slide her cock into her mouth and still play with her tied boobs.

His cock pulsing inside her as he came, filling her mouth with his cum.

Ethan smiled, his hands moving to her wrists. "Ready for round two?" he asked, a wicked gleam in his eye.

Chaehyun opened her eyes, her lips curving into a smile. "Yes," she said, her voice breathy. "But this time, I'm in control."

[minarisplaything]

The Producer: Second Audition ft. Huh Yunjin

A/N: you can consider this a one-shot to the main series or perhaps a glimpse into the future of what's to come. either way i wanted to post it because It honestly might be one of my favorite things i've written in a minute and i'm not sure when the next chapter installment will be. enjoy!

pairing: huh yunjin x m!reader/oc summary: After first evaluations don’t go as planned, PD-nim gets an unexpected visitor at his office. rating: Explicit

An unexpected knock at your door pulled you from the pile of documents on your table.

“Come in!” you called.

The past 48 hours had been a crash course in learning that while your uncle may have invested in modern facilities, he had not invested in modern record keeping. You and Jessica had already discussed hiring someone to help with converting everything to digital but for now the task was left up to you to sort through the records. A task that was proving tiresome at best. So when Yunjin poked her head through your door it was a welcome relief.

“Yunjin, what can I do for you?”

You didn’t feel as though you had a chance to truly get to know any of the girls as of yet. And with evaluations ongoing it made any attempts at breaking the ice even more tense. Except for Hyejoo who seemed unphased by anything, least of all your presence.

“PD-nim,” Yunjin greeted, her voice sounding surprisingly strained. “Do you have time to talk?”

“Of course. What’s on your mind?”

From what Jessica had told you of Yunjin she was quite the extrovert. And you had noticed it when seeing the girls interact with each other. But as she stood before you now she seemed almost nervous, apprehensive even; but there was a quiet determination in her eyes. Curious, you reclined back into your chair and eyed her. She fidgeted with her hands for a moment before putting them behind her back.

“I wanted to talk about my evaluation.”

“Ah…”

“I was nervous and trying to impress you. I didn’t perform anywhere near my best,” she began to ramble. “And I know Lily and Chaehyun still have their evaluations coming up and I know they both have fucking amazing voices...”

You nearly choked on air the way she swore openly.

“Sorry,” she quickly amended before continuing, “I just don’t want you to think that this is the best I can do. I will do anything to debut. I need this and I want you to have the best impression of me.”

Fuck. This was the part of the job you were going to feel guilty about. Even the person who was usually cool, calm and collected was pouring her heart out in hopes that she wouldn’t be cut from the debut group. Is this why your uncle gave you this job? The old man was insane but he had a good heart. He wouldn’t have been able to stomach this but…then again you were barely stomaching this as it was.

When you snapped out of your thoughts you realized Yunjin had made her way from the front of your desk around to your chair. Swallowing thickly you couldn’t help but notice that the nervousness had seemingly left her body as she looked at you with lidded eyes. Every logical cell in your body was saying to do something, anything, and yet all you did was find your eyes drawn to her lips.

“Yunjin…”

“PD-nim” she interrupted you. She grabbed the arm of your chair, turning it so you could face her. “You know the girls keep talking about how handsome you are.”

“I don’t think…”

Before you could finish your sentence, Yunjin was sliding her body into your lap, straddling your legs. She straightened, pressing her lithe form against yours for a moment before sitting back onto your thighs so she could look at you. Here you had thought you were going to hear the plea of a desperate girl, now you were looking at a woman who was in complete control of what she was doing.

“Between you and me, who is your favorite?” her fingers danced along your chest, slowly unbuttoning your shirt, “You call tell me, I promise I won’t say. Is it Jimin-unnie? Or Chaewon-unnie?” She leaned close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered you a secret, “I think you could fuck both of them if you wanted to.”

Your cock gave a guilty twitch at those words.

“Yunjin” you finally got out, finding your tongue, “This isn’t appropriate. And this isn’t how to secure your spot in the group.”

In response to you trying to put your foot down, Yunjin rolled her eyes. You opened your mouth to further chastise her only to fall short when she pulled the hem of her shirt over her head and tossed it to the ground. Her bare breasts were on display for you, puffy nipples staring you in the face as Yunjin looked down from her perch atop your lap, a smirk growing at your sudden silence.

She leaned forward, placing her arms lazily around your neck. She was so close that you could smell the perfume she wore. Did she wear that just for you? To further add to the intoxication? If you had any last words of resistance they were swallowed as Yunjin pressed her lips to yours. She took the lead, arching her body into yours as she kissed you. Her tongue ran along your bottom lip before slipping past your lips to explore your mouth. How had you ever fooled yourself into thinking this girl seemed timid when she entered your office?!

Head spinning, you tried to grasp some hold of the situation. Your hands found their way to her hips, telling yourself that you were intent on shoving her off of you. Yet somehow shoving her off turned into gripping her tighter. Yunjin moaned into your mouth approvingly, grinding her hips atop your growing erection. For a long moment that was all that existed. Slowly losing yourself in her aggressive kiss while she continued to rock her hips against yours. There was soon no denying your physical arousal, and by the way you were gripping her hips it was clear you had mentally given over to it as well.

It was Yunjin who ultimately broke the kiss, her nose brushing against yours. “PD-nim, you’re wearing too much clothes.”

As if to emphasize her point her hands moved towards your belt buckle, undoing it with deft hands before unbuttoning your pants.

“Yunjin, you know this won’t guarantee your spot right?”

Yunjin scoffed, giving you a wry look, “PD-nim you really know how to talk to a lady you know that?” her fingers fished your cock out of your boxers, giving the girthy meat a squeeze that caused you to grip her tight she might bruise. “And you really shouldn’t say things you don’t mean.”

Her cockiness might’ve been infuriating in any other circumstance. In this case, however, when she was holding the evidence of her ability in her hand there was little point in maintaining a stern facade. Seeing the resignation on your face a devilish smile spread across Yunjin’s features. She slowly stroked your cock, pre-cum already dripping from the tip. You should’ve been more ashamed than you were. In truth you wanted more.

It seemed so did Yunjin, she sat up slightly, beginning to move herself atop your length when there was a sudden knock at your door.

“Are you busy?”

“That’s Jessica,” you blurted out in a hushed whisper.

It only lasted a second but you could have sworn you saw a look of panic on Yunjin’s face. A moment of chaos ensued ultimately ending up with Yunjin being stuffed topless under your desk with your hard cock still out but hidden from view.

“Kind of,” you called back. “What did you need?”

“Can I come in? It’s easier to talk about it in person.”

You glanced down under the desk to see Yunjin who had already taken to sucking on your cock like a lollipop despite the situation you were currently in. This girl. And where was her shirt?! You briefly looked around, spotting it and tried to drag it out of site with your foot.

“Uh, sure. Y-yeah, come in.”

Jessica entered, dressed in a form fitting pant suit. She never failed to dress to kill, though for the first time your attention was far from focused on your co-worker.

“What’s –” you paused, clearing your throat when you felt Yunjin start to fondle your balls, “What’s up?”

“I was just thinking about the evaluations earlier…”

Oh fuck. She wants to talk about something serious? Now of all times?! Admittedly, Jessica didn’t know you were currently getting a blowjob under your desk but her timing couldn’t be worse. It also didn’t help that Yunjin was still technically one of the trainees being evaluated. Maybe you could talk your way out of it before you lost it entirely.

“Oh? I thought they went well” you feigned.

Jessica fixed you with a look that might’ve been the most judgemental look you had received in your life. And honestly, given what was going on you probably deserved it. “That’s only because you don’t know the girls. A lot of them don’t usually perform that poorly. I think we may have rushed the evaluations a little too soon.”

“Are you sure you’re not,” you swallowed a swear and a moan, “...just too close to the situation?”

“No, I’m not –” she paused to gain her composure. “They are good enough to make it into the group. Yunjin especially is talented.”

As if on cue, Yunjin began to deep-throat your cock. She took it all the way, your cock poking her throat as she pressed her face into your groin. On what hand you wondered why she was being so risky. On the other hand – good god.

“Oh, I’m sure she is,” you breathed out. “So what…what are you suggesting we do?”

Maintaining eye contact with Jessica was getting harder and harder, so you were almost grateful when she started pacing back and forth.

“I don’t know. Maybe push evaluations back a bit? Give the girls some time to get comfortable with the new situation? It’d also give you more time to settle in.”

Yunjin’s tongue ran along the thick vein on the underside of your cock as she slowly pulled it out of her mouth. Careful to make as little noise as possible while utterly torturing you to the utmost extent. She began to swirl her tongue around it, from the sensitive tip all the way down the base. You knew you had to get Jessica out of there immediately if she kept this up.

“Y-yeah that sounds good. Let’s do that” you stuttered.

“Really?”

“Yes! I trust your judgment.”

Jessica, usually so cool and professional, cracked a rare smile. “Great! I’ll go let the girls know.”.

Fortunately, she seemed too pleased to comment on your distressed expression, instead hurrying out the door. Almost simultaneous with the sound of the door closing, Yunjin began to vulgarly suck your cock. She was intent on draining every drop from you as she massaged your balls, coaxing your release to shoot out. You were completely at her mercy as you gripped your desk, trying not to cry out as you looked down at her. When she looked up at you with a wide-eyed stare, her mouth firmly secured around your cock, it was over for you.

“Fuck!”

You grunted as your peak hit. Rope after rope of cum filled her mouth yet she didn’t pull off once. In fact, Yunjin didn’t spill a single drop. When she did finally pull her mouth off your cock, she made sure to suck it clean before finally swallowing and looking up at you with a smirk.

“PD-nim, I think my vocals will be a lot better next time now.”

Fuck. What had you just gotten yourself into.

[coldfanbou]

Management Skills

So here we have the voted piece; the basis was that Xiaoting was too rough with the staff and needed to be taught a lesson by OC and Chaehyun. Anyway, there's quite a bit of rough sex.

Length 1.5K

Xiaoting x Chaehyun and OC

Xiaoting yelled at another manager. She was degrading them for doing a poor job despite the many setbacks that they had faced. It wasn't their fault that most of their staff had gotten sick and couldn't come in for work. You stood outside Xiaoting’s office with her secretary Chaehyun overhearing the manager get chewed out. You glance at Chaehyun, and she meets your gaze. You both nod at each other, understanding that you have to take care of Xiaoting and make sure she won't do anything like this again. Whispering to Chaehyun, "We have to humiliate Xiaoting just a little; she's going too far with her degradation. It's putting everyone on edge that they'll be next."

"Yeah. Imagine being her secretary; I feel like I'm walking on eggshells nearly all the time."

"So when do we do it?"

"Later today, she's got an opening about an hour before the day's end."

"Alright, I'll swing by then." Just then, the door to Xiaoting’s office opens, and the manager in question comes out crying, scurrying away so no one can look at her for long. As you make your way back to your office, you glance back at Chaehyun, who nods. The rest of the workday is spent with occasional glances at Xiaoting’s office, where you see people come in and leave crying.  Chaehyun passes behind you as the time approaches. She leaves you a small note.

"She'll be free starting in three minutes." You count down the time and then begin walking to Xiaoting's office. Opening the door, Chaehyun follows you in and closes the door behind you. 

"What do you two want? I'm not in any mood to play."

Chaehyun responds first. "You've been awfully rough with the staff today Xiaoting." 

"Yeah, and it's killing morale in the office, so we wanted to have a little talk." Chaehyun walks behind Xiaoting while you sit in front of her desk. "You see, having people walk in only for them to come out crying messes doesn't exactly make them comfortable here."

"So what? I'm pushing them to succeed; I'm not looking to have any failures here." You glance at Chaehyun, and she slides her hands inside Xiaoting’s top and starts to play with her breasts. She was squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Xiaoting’s face remains stoic, but Chaehyun can hear Xiaoting slightly hum. 

"Yeah, but there are better ways to go about that, Xiaoting," Chaehyun says as she adds more pressure to Xiaoting’s nipples. 

"Right, and Chaehyun and I were talking. We decided we need to do something to put you back in line." Standing up, you walk over to Xiaoting and pull down your pants. Chaehyun starts working on pulling down Xiaoting's pants and starts to eat her out. You stroke your cock while eyeing Xiaoting. As much as she tries to appear like Chaehyun's tongue isn't delivering untold pleasure, you can see some weakness in her eyes. Growing erect, you pull at the back of her hair, and when Xiaoting can't contain her moans, you force your cock into her mouth. You start thrusting immediately, pounding the back of her mouth. "Xiaoting, you know we usually like to have fun here; let you get some rest between orgasms. That's not happening today." 

Xiaoting’s tongue rubs against the underside of your cock as you ram your cock down her throat. Chaehyun slides to fingers inside Xiaoting; Chaehyun enjoys seeing Xiaoting squirm as she curls her fingers and rubs her walls. Xiaoting sits on her chair, her hips moving slightly as she begins to free her moans. You groan as Xiaoting’s moans cause her throat to vibrate around your cock. Xiaoting shakes as Chaehyun adds another finger and laps at her clit. Tears begin to run down her cheeks as she runs out of breath. Not wanting her to pass out, you take your cock out, and Xiaoting immediately gasps for air. "Better get all the air you can, Xiaoting," you say. While she catches her breath, you slap Xiaoting’s face with your cock, coating it with her saliva. Xiaoting’s unabated moans grow louder as Chaehyun's tongue plays with her clit. Xiaoting bocks her hips wildly as she cums onto Chaehyun. Chaehyun collects as much of Xiaoting’s nectar as possible before kissing her. Xiaoting’s tongue lazily moves as Chaehyun takes advantage of her. Once she feels satisfied, Chaehyun moves Xiaoting and places her on her desk. Chaehyun puts all her strength into a solid strike against Xiaoting’s ass. Xiaoting yelps in response as her ass jiggle from the hit.

"Do it, fuck her," Chaehyun says as she starts to strip. She places Xiaoting’s mouth by her pussy, forcing the older woman to eat her out. You watch the sight in front of you for a moment before aligning your cock and slamming yourself inside Xiaoting. Her walls are split apart by your sudden entrance; she moans into Chaehyun's pussy while you fuck her. Chaehyun kneads her breasts with her right hand while her left pushes Xiaoting further. You begin to spank Xiaoting, overhearing Chaehyun moan, "You need to learn how to be a good girl Chaehyun. We don't want to break you; you're our CEO, after all." Xiaoting can only moan in response. Your cock stretches her pussy, its tightness feeling like bliss. You quicken your pace causing Xiaoting’s body to bounce forward each time you ram your cock back into her. Xiaoting grips the sides of her desk as she nears her orgasm. Chaehyun starts to grind Xiaoting’s face against her pussy, no longer feeling satisfied with letting her work at her own pace. "Come on, Xiaoting; you can do better. I want you to taste more of me." She moaned. Chaehyun began panting as her orgasm neared. "Fuck I'm going to cum." Chaehyun leaned back and wrapped her legs tightly around Xiaoting’s head, keeping her in place. 

As you drove your cock deeper into Xiaoting, you watched her ass bounce. Tempted by it, you place your thumb at her back door and push it in slightly. Xiaoting tries to shake her ass to tell you to stop, but you just spank her in response. The more you thought about her ass, the more aroused you got. Your balls tighten as you continue your thrusts, and you call out to Chaehyun and Xiaoting, "I'm going to cum too." You all move toward your respective orgasms Xiaoting is the first to reach as her body quivers, and she cums on her desk. You and Chaehyun both cum together, filling Xiaoting with cum and nectar. Chaehyun releases her hold on Xiaoting and goes to take Xiaoting’s seat. You pull out of her pussy and, wanting more, press your cock against her asshole. 

"N-no, wait," Xiaoting says weakly.

"We have to teach you a lesson on how to be a good leader Xiaoting. This is your punishment."

"I'll be nicer, I swear."

"That’s good, but we still need to punish you." Without another word, you ram your cock into Xiaoting’s asshole. 

"Fuck! It hurts!" She screams out. Chaehyun scoots over in Xiaoting’s chair and pulls Xiaoting into a kiss to keep her quiet. Chaehyun starts to finger herself as she kisses Xiaoting and watches her take your cock. You feel incredible resistance push through Xiaoting’s asshole. Your cock is covered in her nectar, and your cum helps you slightly, but you're required to put in a lot more force. It was worth it, in your opinion, as her asshole squeezed down on you like nothing else. The incredible pleasure made you want more. You begin to thrust quickly, holding onto Xiaoting’s hips to give you some leverage. Chaehyun's tongue explores Xiaoting’s mouth as Xiaoting gives into being used. The pain she had experienced slowly turned to pleasure the more you thrust into her. As she relaxed, you felt her loosen up slightly, allowing you to go faster. "You're going to apologize to everyone tomorrow, right?"

"Mhmm," Xiaoting moaned in response. Your continued thrusts became frantic as you felt your second orgasm coming. Xiaoting’s asshole soon got tighter again as she went through her third orgasm. Chaehyun watched as Xiaoting’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. You continued ramming your cock into Xiaoting’s unconscious body until you filled her ass with cum. As you pull out, you see her gaping asshole trying to clench onto something that wasn't there. You stand behind Chaehyun to watch Xiaoting slowly come back to reality. 

You hold her head up, "I hope we won't have to do this to you again, Xiaoting. Next time be nicer to everyone." You and Chaehyun begin to dress yourselves leaving Xiaoting on her desk with cum oozing out of both her holes.

Chaehyun spanks Xiaoting as she walks past the older woman, "I hope you can walk yourself out, Xiaoting!" The next day a staff meeting was called, and as Xiaoting limped on stage, you and Chaehyun pointed and laughed.

"I'd like to apologize to the personnel that I made cry yesterday, I was under a lot of pressure, but that does not mean that you deserved that treatment. I was taught a lesson yesterday afterward, and I apologize. I'll try to avoid doing it again." Xiaoting limped off stage and went straight to her office as you and Chaehyun enjoyed seeing her struggle.

[haesunflower]

to hell with the stars | royalty au with ricky and zhanghao

(written in the stars chapter 3)

✩ chapter 1, chapter 2 ✩

genre: romance, angst

pairing: reader x ricky, queen oc x zhang hao

about/tags: you're back in astoria where you feel love bloom again. among other things, the queen of mariposa's relationship with king hao worsens. (4k+ words)

y/n is a princess, infidelity, cursing, mentions of death, slight slutshaming, these characters live such hard lives

The sky is a beautiful orange, with pinks blendings purples to welcome the impending setting of the sun. Celeste and Citrine are busy drinking from the water trough after a long day of riding. Ricky tosses you an apple meant for the horses, but you don’t have much of an appetite. 

“I hear you’re leaving tomorrow.” The prince takes a bite into the red fruit, as he sits down next to you under the tree where you’ve been planted for the past twenty minutes. Your mind was all over the place, thinking about your sister – how you and her husband, the king, spent over an hour crying and getting closure, how you eventually shared a kiss with him. 

That would have been enough reason to leave the following day anyway. So when you received a letter from your parents in Astoria asking you to come home, you were a little bit relieved. It saves you the agony of coming up with an excuse to tell your sister. 

In true avoidance, you spent the whole day riding. You rushed to the stables that morning, without even letting Chaehyun know. Everyone was looking for you the moment they realized you disappeared with your horse. Which is exactly why they sent Prince Quanrui to look for you, and he successfully found you crying by the pond. 

With no one in sight, he hugged you, arms embracing your torso as you sobbed into his chest. His head rests atop yours, as he soothes your back trying to get you to calm down. Even in your misery, a part of him is glad that he gets to hold you like this. 

You don't want to return just yet. So again, there you were sitting under the tree. Just thinking. You haven’t said much to Ricky at all, he didn’t pry. Instead you both moved in silence. Grateful for his perceptiveness to your emotions, he deserved a decent conversation. “Yes, tomorrow morning. The King and Queen have summoned me.”

Ricky nods slowly, but he’s undecided on whether or not he wants to believe that answer. He sets the apple down, and sighs loudly. “Since you’ll be gone, I have no purpose staying here any longer than you are. I’ll leave tomorrow as well.” he says matter-of-factly. 

You can’t say you’re not surprised. In fact, you’ve suspected that he favors you more than any other royal because he likes you to some degree. And you like Ricky too, how could you not? 

You spent every year of childhood playing with him around the castle, he was your favorite guest at your tea parties, he was your escort for your first royal ball, he taught you how to paint, and he made you laugh. And you once overheard both your mothers joke around, saying perhaps their children will marry each other one day. You weren’t sure if that meant you. But if it did, you wouldn’t mind. Ricky is a friend above all things, a really good friend – who is also a welcome distraction from your thoughts. 

“You spent almost all of Spring here in Mariposa, did you not tire of my company?” you playfully nudge him, and the tip of his ears turn a little red. He breaks into a smile as he turns to you, eyes locking “it wasn’t dreadful”, he jokes back.  

“I knew it. So you do like me a little bit, Prince Quanrui?” you tease. 

“Love. I do love you Princess Y/N.”

There is no more joking undertone, just a declaration. He says it confidently, his voice unwavering. He looks to your lips, then to your eyes before he looks away – staring at the sky instead, “but I can wait, however long you need, Y/N.”

You think about what he just said, and you’re scared to ask “Ricky, you know something, don’t you?”

“Well…” he begins. “I knew there must have been a good reason as to why you didn’t come to Solaria when I invited you, perhaps you were occupied with royal matters too. And because I was at your sister’s wedding, I figured you weren’t in attendance. Perhaps you were sick, as there was no way you would have missed an event that involved your family. I also know that you were trying to get away from that dumbass King after your dance with him –” he wants to continue, but he glances in your direction. 

Your head is down, ashamed. So he was right, it is about the King. 

“I’m a horrible person. Yesterday, I kissed him.” you whisper the confession, barely audible. You check on Ricky, who is no longer watching the sky, and is instead gazing at you.  He seems unphased. 

“Do you see me differently now?” you ask, feeling hopeful that maybe he doesn’t think you’re a disgrace, a slut, a traitor. He one ups your expectations when he responds with “I see you exactly as you are. The same from when we were kids. Beautiful, terribly unfunny, but fresh like air. Nothing you do changes my love for you.”

For confirmation, you ask once again – “you love me?”

“In every way imaginable, Y/N”. You smile as you realize how easy it was for Ricky to answer that question, and compare it to how difficult it was for you to answer Hao the night before.

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—--

When you leave the next day, Ricky is the one that brings you to your carriage, opening the door for you. He tells you that he’ll visit Astoria after he gets his political affairs in order. He removes the glove that you had on, and kisses the back of your hand sweetly. It’s intimate, sweet, and in Solaria – reserved for only husband and wife. 

You want to tease him, but you don’t. Instead, you remove your necklace, a golden chain with a sun and star on it, and place it on his palm. You enclose his fingers around it gently, and your hands stay in that position for a while. You’re afraid this is the last time you’ll see each other as just Crown Prince Ricky and Princess Y/N. 

“Don’t keep waiting for me, okay? Thank you for the past few weeks”. You place your hand on his cheek, and swipe your thumb comfortingly. 

Those are the last words you speak to him before the carriage door is closed. Ricky is watching as the carriage smalls to the distance. The necklace is safely nested in his clasped hands, afraid he’ll lose the precious item you gave him. Rather, afraid he’ll lose you entirely. 

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-- 

When you return to Astoria, the first thing that you are alerted to is that the crown prince’s condition has worsened. Crown Prince Hanbin has been sick since the middle of winter, and everyone had assumed he would eventually get better. He always does. But an entire season has passed, and his condition has only worsened. 

You enter his room, and he’s laying in his bed. Your mother and father, the queen and king of Astoria, are seated on chairs by the side of his bed. For both of them to be here at the same time, it must be really grave, you think.

You close the door gently and walk to your brother to take his hand. He’s coughing but he manages to smile when he sees you. “What took you so long, sister?” he asks, his voice is hoarse. 

“Don’t speak, I am here now brother.” You place your hand on his head, feeling his temperature and wiping away the layer of sweat that rests on his skin. “What do the doctors say, mother?” But she doesn’t respond to your query. 

“Y/N, let’s speak outside....” Your father commands.

Hanbin interrupts, “no, let me be the one to tell her.”

You’re looking at both of the men in the room, waiting for them. “Sister, listen –” a roar of coughs erupts before he gets the rest of the sentence out  “– you know that if anything were to happen to me, you’ll be queen regent right?” You’re nodding, “starting tomorrow, your official title will be crown princess.”

Your world spins, and you think you might faint. You were right, that was going to be the last time you would be seeing Ricky as just, princess y/n. Tomorrow, you duties begin as crown princess, the next in line to the throne.

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—--

In Solaria, Prince Quanrui’s mother asks how his trip to Mariposa was. And if he has already proposed to you, like he said you would. He shakes his head, and tells her that it isn’t the right time. 

“I always knew that both of you would end up together,” she says quaintly. “You begged to visit Astoria almost every year, even when we didn’t need the diplomatic meetings anymore. You studied her interests, her country, and you know the Astoria government more than anyone in our parliament. Son, you even painted a portrait for her,” she scoffs “you’ve never even painted for your own mother. And remember when you were devastated when she didn’t visit us last year?” The current queen of Solaria pauses to take a sip from her wine, watching the expression on her son’s face. “Am I right to believe you’ve loved her ever since?” 

When the prince nods, she nags at him, "then why are you in Solaria and not Astoria?"

He has a small smile on his face, and he thinks of you as he touches the gift you left him, currently clad on his neck. 

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-- 

A letter from Solaria announcing Prince Quanrui’s intent to visit Astoria arrives a week late. Now, the palace staff are in visible panic, making last minute preparations. You haven’t seen them make this much haste since the last time a crown prince stayed in Astoria. 

It’s a bright day, and the gardens are littered with fully bloomed stargazer lilies this time around. As if timed perfectly, a carriage slows down the moment you leave the palace doors. A footman opens the vehicle, and Prince Quanrui steps out dressed in all black. On his right hand, a dozen red roses. 

As you walk down the stairs to greet him, he bows at you. And out of habit, you curtsy back. “Your favorite, Princess Y/N”, he hands you the flowers. Roses don’t grow well on Astoria soil, so Ricky has made it a tradition to gift you a dozen every time he visits. They’re usually yellow or white. You wonder if these red ones hold any special meaning, and you decide to read on it later. 

“They’re beautiful as always, Prince Quanrui.” He takes your ungloved hand, and plants a delicate kiss from his lips. It feels familiar, it feels sincere, it feels nice. 

“I hope the King and Queen are not too offended about my sudden desire to visit the Astoria palace.” You’re walking side by side, back to the grand doors. “Don’t be silly Ricky, they’re elated that you’ve come here again.” 

Ricky is glad to hear that he’s still in your parents’ good graces. Because he plans to ask for their blessing for your hand in marriage soon.

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-- 

The palace staff are instructed to not speak anything about Prince Hanbin’s debilitating condition, nor are they allowed to address Y/N by her new Crown Princess title around guests. They have not made the royal decree public, and they only plan to do so once things have been made final. Everyone hopes that it doesn’t have to come to that point. 

Silently, you’ve been preparing to take over. Hanbin’s responsibilities have been passed on to you, along with additional education from his royal tutors. It’s exhausting to be a ruler. Thankfully, all of that takes a backseat for the first few days of Ricky’s visit. 

At first, you enjoyed your usual activities. Strolling by the garden, painting together, visiting the new museum artifacts, riding Celeste and Citrine, having meals together. You threw a tea party for fun, and he willingly participated, joking about how you must have no better company because he’s the only one present. “I’m in disbelief that your idea of fun is throwing tea parties and rotting away at the library.” 

Faking offense, “excuse me, that is no way to talk to your host.” He laughs, uninhibited, gums showing. Your favorite. He often puts on a cool and cold demeanor around strangers, but you know who he is. So in rare moments where he allows himself to genuinely laugh, even with palace staff around – you treasure it, tucking a memory of this moment.

“Let’s do something that’s actually fun. I’ll come get you later this evening.”

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-- 

“Are you certain about this?” you ask Ricky, as he tucks the rest of your hair into your cloak. Underneath, both of you are sporting commoner clothes that you rarely use. 

“Unfortunately, I’m not taking no for an answer. Come on.” He grips your waist tightly and hoists you up the palace walls, the ones near the staff entrance where it’s much, much shorter. And therefore, very climbable. Ricky follows after you, and you’re both giggling at the excitement of sneaking out past curfew. 

The stars are littered throughout the sky, acting as a soft source of light. You mount your horses, and ride towards the central area of Astoria. The night market at the town square feels so alive. There’s a weekend festival that the tavern owners like to host, and you hear old men as they clink their mugs and cheer for the free drinks. Children are still up, enjoying the Astoria delicacies being sold by vendors. At the center, near the fountain, a traditional square dance ensues. It’s mostly old couples and young teenagers. Ricky drags you in, and you’re both welcomed into the chaos of music, laughter, and sweaty bodies. As he dances with an old lady, you can’t help but stare at his beauty that surely rivals your own. He’s holding both her hands, encouraging her to go along with the beat. He’s smiling wide, as he teaches her the steps. That damn smile that you love so much. 

You’re walking down the food vendor lanes when you buy Ricky an Astorian strawberry delicacy. To put it simply, cow’s milk that’s been pasteurized with strawberries. “Try this, you’ll like it.” you excitedly bring the cup to his mouth, and he takes a sip. He says it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. 

You try a lot of new things. There’s a sketch artist that offers to draw the ‘lovely couple’ in charcoal, and you both pose on the chair attempting to keep your laughs at a minimum. He buys you a little doll made by a local toymaker, saying it looked like you when you were younger. Both of you even try winning a game of hopscotch against the children. He doesn’t want to, but when you tell him to lose on purpose to make them happy, he obliges.

You’re walking back where you came from when you tell him “your idea of fun is certainly better than mine.” You slow your steps, and decide to go to the railing of the bridge overlooking the lake. There are fireflies dancing around the swans. 

“Thank you. For taking me out of the palace today”. Your hands are glued to the railing, but you’re looking up at him. Ricky’s gaze is heart-stopping, and you struggle to maintain eye contact with him.

Meanwhile, he thinks that you shine the brightest at nights, with the moon illuminating your face – like you’re the only thing that matters. To him, it holds true.  He doesn’t know if it’s because he missed you, or if it’s purely from the way you’re looking at him. But he places his hand atop yours on the railing. You don’t move, not because you’re frozen, or nervous, but because it feels – natural. You look to his hand, safely enclosing yours when you notice the necklace you’ve given him, now repurposed as a bracelet that he’s wrapped thrice around his wrist. “You kept it…” 

“I treasure it as it’s from you.” And there’s an increased fondness that grows in your heart for the boy that loves you. You regret the words that you uttered to him when you gave it to him. 

“Ricky, I take back what I said.” He looks confused, “about you not needing to wait for me. I take it back. You’ll keep waiting, right?” You look up at him, desperate and glassy eyed. Ricky thinks your eyes look like they’re sparkling, but he knows it’s because you’re on the verge of tears. 

“I didn’t plan on stopping anyways.” To assure you the only way he knows how, he moves your hands from the railing to wrap it around his shoulders. As if letting you know that it’s okay to rely on him. Then, he inches down closer to you, so that your noses touch. Your lips are merely milimeters away. He searches your eyes, and asks “may I?”

You give a tiny nod, and he places his lips on yours. It’s not as gentle, it’s unlike what you’re used to. But you find it exciting, and there’s an electricity that you’ve never felt before. He swipes his tongue against your lower lip, and you slightly open your mouth to let him kiss you more fervently. Your stomach drops and you hold on to him tighter. You’re both out of breath.

And as you stand there at the bridge overlooking the lake of fireflies, you feel that you’re just Y/N and Ricky. Two people, no titles. 

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-- 

It’s a rude awakening, to get yelled at by your mother for disappearing into the night. Work piled up over the last few days, and you’re struggling to catch up. Prince Quanrui sends you little letters or drawings that he slips under your study. Cute, you think. You start to feel terrible that you haven’t been seeing much of him anymore, so you invite him to join you in your royal duties. 

You’re in the middle of studying the star patterns, something you did weekly as a requirement in your crown princess education. Previously, you did this as a hobby. It's a sudden whiplash to start viewing your favorite activity as duty. It’s burdensome.

Ricky is surprisingly very willing and interested to participate. He’s quick to be useful, though you’ve only taught him once at thirteen years old. He seems to have taken notice of your change in demeanor though, he knows something is troubling you. So when it’s just the two of you, he asks “I’ll speak candidly, Y/N. Is something wrong?”

He’s standing by the telescope when you retract yourself from the eyepiece. You look at him, and he seems genuinely worried. His brows are furrowed, and he’s slightly biting his lip anxiously waiting for an answer from you. Ricky is never nervous. But nowadays, you have been the exception. Ricky fears you're actively avoiding him, thinking he’s scared you with a confession of love, or if he’s come on too strong since he’s arrived at Astoria. Maybe it was the kiss you shared. Or perhaps you’re still in love with Hao. 

“Can I tell you when I’m ready, is that okay? It’s not anything you did, I promise.” It’s like you read his mind. So he nods, and decides to patiently wait until you are ready to confide in him. To wait, just like you asked him to. 

This time, you’re the one that steps closer towards him to rest your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around your back, and you feel safe. You don’t want to tell him anything just yet. You’d rather stay in his arms, an ignorant state of bliss.

Because you feel that if you tell him, you’ll speak it to existence, some sort of manifestation. It scares you. Because you might be Queen of Astoria, and Ricky is meant to be King of Solaria – thus, you aren’t free to love him either. The damn stars, even at a second chance of love, there is no hope for fruition. 

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-- 

In Mariposa, things are more dreary. Hao smells like whiskey, and the alcohol’s scent follows him as he barges into the queen’s quarters. It’s been several months since Y/N left, meaning it’s been several months where the king spends his evenings drowning himself in liquor.  

The queen has been holed up in her room since she found Hao and her sister in the second floor library. She didn’t even say goodbye to her when she left, making up an excuse about pregnancy pains. It’s been a few months, and she’s since given birth to a daughter, Yeseo. 

Amidst motherly responsibilities, Knight Jiwoong has been a distraction for her. In Astoria, he swore under oath to protect her with his life. It helps that they’ve known each other forever, and that comfort of having someone know you equally, or maybe even more than yourself has been saving grace for her. So when the queen found her husband and her sister that night, the first thing she did was run to Jiwoong. She cried, and cried, and cried – and he silently listened. 

The palace talks, and word must have gotten around about the Queen’s secret rendezvous with the Astoria Knight that guards her door. When there is a change of the guards, Jiwoong makes sure to come back outside right before anyone catches them. Sometimes, his uniform is in disarray. 

It’s unsurprising, yet terrifying when Hao makes a beeline at the Knight who is currently standing by the Queen’s window. His hands are grasping at his armored collar, in an attempt to intimidate him. “How long have you been fucking the queen?”

“Hao! Let him go.” The queen rushes to the two men, and pushes the King away. Jiwoong is silent, and he kneels down before his King, but doesn’t respond. “I demand an answer, knight Kim Jiwoong. How long has this been going on behind my back!” his eyes are fueled with rage, as he stares down at the man that’s knelt before him. 

“Do not answer him Jiwoong.” The queen puts a finger up towards him. “Hao, if you want to play ‘timelines’ we can. So now I’ll ask you – how long have you been in love with my sister?”

This time, Hao is silenced, but he breathes heavily.

“Is this,” gesturing to you and Jiwoong “the reason why you were okay with all of that? Even asking me to dance with her. Were you pushing me towards her so that you could enjoy your little play thing? You knew this whole time?” Hao is visibly angry at the story that unfolds in his head. An angry King Hao, it’s a sight that is rare to even the oldest of staff in the castle. His chest is huffed out, and his eyes are wide. 

The queen, luckily, is not one to back down. “I know that you kissed my sister while you are still married to me.” The queen walks past Hao and takes a seat by the fireplace. She’s staring at the fire when she says  “I know that you do not love me. I know that ever since we’ve left Astoria you’ve been different.”

“Do not guilt trip me. I am devoted to you, I chose you!” he’s yelling. 

There’s venom in the queen’s voice when she says “you are devoted to me but you do not love me. You are devoted to the country, you are devoted to your children. And yes, you will choose me each time because I, as queen, am also Mariposa. But you do not love me.”

He walks up behind the chair of the queen, and accusingly he says “you speak of the children, but are they even mine? – Yujin & Yeseo, are they even Mariposa blood?” His anger blends into sorrow, the thought of not being the father of his supposed heirs is more heartbreaking than anything else. 

It is only then that the knight speaks. “Your Majesty, I am impotent. There is no doubt that the young heirs are Your Majesty’s”

And just like that, Knight Jiwoong’s secret is out. Hao pours two glasses of whiskey and takes a seat next to the queen. 

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-- final chapter here

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A/N: these chapters just keep getting longer and longer also i'm sorry i made you impotent jiwoong TT

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Introduction

HI!! I'm Sasa (she/her)

I've decided to make an account here to start posting my drawings of my ocs and fanart and maybe doing some commissions.

Hopefully, I will start posting links to my fanfics

My kpop fandoms:

Utt groups

Itzy

Le Sserafim

Kep1er

Stray Kids

Tomorrow X Together

My utts/bias:

Chaeryeong (Itzy)

Chaewon (Le Sserafim)

Bahiyyih, Chaehyun and mashiro (Kep1er)

Bang Chan, Felix, Han and Lee Know (Stray Kids)

Beomgyu, Hueningkai and Yeonjun (Tomorrow X Together)

Solo stan:

Nayeon (Twice)

Rose ( Blackpink)

Drawings

KPOP:

I'll post drawings of my utt groups but honestly i can be inspired of anything in my range

OCS:

I'll also post my ocs here, the can go for a normal human being to a baby fox