#Jae Imagines

[wispyxjae]

1:18am

genre: smut, 18+ mdni

summary: going down on intak headcanons, inspired by his line “taste it mmh, how was it mmh” in secret sauce

cw: dom!intak, oral (m receiving), head-pushing, deepthroating, mentions of choking and gagging, cum play/eating, finger sucking, pet names (angel, sweet girl, baby)

a/n: this is one of the sound loops that plays in my head when i’m idle… the lyric matched with the thrusting choreo he does… yeah i’m so over. p.s. thank you sm for all the love on my page so far ♡

dom!intak who’s obsessed with the feeling of your mouth around his cock, your big eyes blinking up at him through your eyelashes while your mouth is full of him. he loves seeing you on your knees in front of him, so obedient and willing to make him feel good. caresses your cheek and helps hold your hair out of the way while you go down on him. loves it when you start choking and gagging on him too, it feeds his ego and gets him unspeakably horny.

dom!intak who’s a head pusher!!! fingers threaded through your hair as his head is thrown back in pleasure, his eyes rolling back and eyebrows furrowing together while deep groans leave his throat. as much as he loves letting you set the pace, sometimes (most of the time) he gets impatient and needs to take control by pushing your head down on him or thrusting his hips up to meet you, forcing his dick into the back of your throat.

dom!intak who smiles down at you because he’s so proud of how well you’re taking him. “just like that angel,” he whispers, choking back whines. besides making you choke and gag, he also loves it when your eyes get glossy from the overwhelming feeling too. taps your cheek and tsks at you to get you to look at him again if you start to close your eyes because it’s too much. “come on, look at me sweet girl.” loves holding eye contact while you’re between his legs.

dom!intak who loves cum play. loves cumming down your throat, on your face, on your stomach, on your ass… the options are really endless when it comes to him. wherever it is though, you best believe he’ll swipe up the milky white slick with his finger and push it in your mouth. “taste it baby… how is it?” he asks. his cheeks are flushed and his hair is a mess, and you could imagine you’re mirroring his look as you take his finger into your mouth, tongue swirling around and tasting the familiar salty flavor. presses his thumb down on your tongue as you open up and show him you’ve swallowed it all. definitely kisses you afterwards too; doesn’t mind tasting his own cum.

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

makes so much sense that these dramatic bitches have been life-long friends

[icbgwy]

not strong enough ꕥ kwon jae-sung x fem!reader

synopsis : with the seikai teikai only allowing six participants from each dojo to join, you start to reconsider the role karate might play in your life, much to your boyfriend’s dismay.

genre : angst

warning(s) : shouting, micommunication, ambiguous ending.

It was midnight, and the two of you should’ve been in bed resting to get up early for training at dawn, but Kwon had decided to take it upon himself to sneak out with you and celebrate his upcoming departure to Barcelona for the Seikai Teikai. 

The moon cast a glow on the mountain tops, a place you both had discovered together, somewhere to escape the watchful eyes of others. 

You sat next to Kwon, admiring his features while simultaneously debating on whether to tell him of your future plans. His face was loaded with excitement as he talked lively about the upcoming tournament. 

You felt guilty for what you were about to do knowing how it would ruin the sweet moment between the two of you, but keeping it in any longer felt like torture. You couldn’t keep lying to him.

“Kwon, I need to tell you something… I’m quitting the dojang and moving back to Seoul,” you said, your voice trembling. You cringed at the words leaving your mouth, making the decision in your head all too real. There’s no turning back now. 

It took him a while to register what you’d said. He looked at you with confusion written all over his face. “Wait, why!? You want to leave the dojang?” he asked in bewilderment.

You reached for his hand, your thumb tracing over his knuckles riddled with scars from the intensive training that Sensei Kim had no problem giving out. She was one of the many reasons on your mental list for wanting to leave. 

“I know we said we’d do this together, but I—” you tried to explain to him, but he cut you off, pushing your hands away as he stood up abruptly. 

His anger was getting the best of him. He couldn’t understand where this was coming from. Everything was going so well. Why would you want to leave him the dojang?

“But you what? Huh? Tell me why!” he demanded, his voice rising with each word, echoing in the quiet night. 

“I don’t have a future in karate, not in the same way you do at least. I’m not strong or passionate enough for it,” you embarrassingly admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“But you are strong! I‘ve seen it myself.” He tried to reassure you hoping it would make you stay.

“You’re only saying that because you’re my boyfriend. I’m weak. Sensei Kim and Sensei Kreese know it too, even if they don’t say it. If I was as strong as you say I am, I would be going to Barcelona with you, but I��m not.” You looked down as you fidgeted with your hands, scared that if you didn’t, you’d start crying.

Kwon’s jaw clenched in frustration, pacing back and forth trying to regulate his anger with some breathing technique you had taught him when you first started dating. The memories of those early days together flooded back in his mind making him all too vulnerable to his own tears.

After some time, he sat down next to you, and in a low, exasperated tone asked, “Why couldn’t you wait until after the tournament to quit or at least tell me? Why does it have to be now?” He looked into your eyes, his filled with desperation and yours filled with guilt. The reality of the moment pressed down on you, making it hard to think.

“I can’t keep lying to you Kwon, it’s not fair the both of us. I can’t waste any more time chasing a future that isn’t plausible. I’m fine with not being the strongest, but I need to move back to Seoul and start getting ready for the suneung.” A sense of ease washed over you as you finally spoke the truth, but it was quickly replaced by the ache of seeing Kwon’s reaction. His eyes were glossy, and his eyebrows wrinkled in concentration making sure his tears didn’t spill.

Kwon let out a heavy sigh. “We’ve come so far together. Why can’t we keep going?”

“I need to find my own path, even if it means leaving you and the dojang behind,” you replied.

He sat in silence for a while, his mind racing as he tried to process your words. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely audible. “I’ll miss you.”

“I know you will, but just know I’ll be cheering you on. No matter where you are. I’ll miss you too,” you replied, your heart breaking at the thought of leaving him. He looked at you, his eyes searching for something, anything, that could change your mind. But deep down, he knew this was something you had thought long and hard about. The silence between you was heavy, filled with all the things left unsaid.

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[extinctlesspains]

𝐶𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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○ ❃ ○ ❃ ○ ❃ ○ ❃ ○ ❃ ○ ❃ ○ ❃ ○ ❃ ○

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛. 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑟�� 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛... 𝑂𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒.

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑐𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑎 𝐾𝑎𝑖 𝑎𝑢!, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔.

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As you striked the punching bag in front of you, your eyes caught glimpses of Kwon saying goodbye to his girlfriend. Your jealousy and anger raised as you watched them interact. His eyes were full of love but hers... No, they were filled with manipulation.

Scoffing, you grabbed your water bottle from a small bench nearby that was shaded by a tree. "Looks like you've been getting in more training." A familiar voice pulls you out of your exhausted state. Realizing it was Kwon, you turned to face him with a soft smile.

"Yeah, just letting out some steam." You chuckled, playing off your jealousy with a friendly action. Kwon raised his brow, as if he was wondering what was keeping you so worked up. "What steam?" You placed your water back down on the weak bench, shaking your head with a smile.

"Don't worry about it." Your smile and words played a small role but it took some worry off of Kwon's shoulders. Even if he didn't show it, you were still one of his favorite people and he wouldn't want anything to upset you.

After nodding, Kwon walked off to a separate part of the dojo, preparing for his own training. You couldn't help but beat yourself up for not telling him the truth, but a part of you is troubled on how he doesn't know you like him in the first place. You gave obvious signs on your liking towards him, yet it seems as if he never picked up any of them.

You sighed in defeat before returning back to the punching bag to resume your training session.

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That night, it was pouring. The smell of rain and dirt filled the air, making it musky. As you leaned back on your couch for at least one second of peace, the bell rung.

"Coming" You grumbled, making your way towards the front door. All that anger disappeared when you were met with a drenched Kwon standing outside your door. His black hair had been flattened from the rain, and his cocky look had been wiped from his face. Instead there was a vulnerable look plastered on it.

"Kwon?" You whispered, your voice breaking at the sight. "Come in.... quickly." You scoot to the side, letting the soaked and hurt Kwon walk in through the doors. "What... What happened?" You led him to the living room before running to the bathroom and grabbing a towel for his shaking body.

"She had another guy..." He let out while staring at the floor. Tears filled his eyes, making you stare at him with a hurt expression. "Oh... Kwon..." You went in to grab his hand, attempting to console him. "I... I went to go visit her after practice and she had another guy over and she was kissing him... It started raining and your house was closer so I figured if I could stay ov-"

"Hey..." You squeezed his hand at his ramble. "It's okay, you can stay here." Your smile and words gave him comfort and warmth, making him lean in and hug you. "Thank you" He whispered in your ear. Your heart tightened at his words. He pulled away slowly, covering his body with more towel.

"I-..." Kwon sighed. "I don't have anyone else" He fiddled with his fingers "What are you talking about?"

"All I have is karate and you..." He scoffs. "I can't even get a girlfriend from karate." You furrowed your brows. "Kwon, your still young... And I bet you can get a girlfriend whenever you want!-" You started off but was cut from Kwon's words.

"Who? Who would want to date me?" He spat out, his pain turning into anger. Taking a deep breathe, you stared at him with a soft look.

"Me..." His anger slowly dissolved, staring at you with a confused expression. "It was about time I told you." You looked down, grabbing a nearby pillow to hold.

"What do you mean about time?" He took the pillow away from your lap, interlocking your hands together.

"I've liked you for a long time, Kwon." You whispered, looking up to meet his eyes. "Do you understand how difficult it was to see you get mistreated all the time?" Frowning, he took his hand to place it on your cheek.

"Hey, I hear you... Okay?" He brought your faces closer together. "To be fair, I've always liked you. I was just scared you wouldn't feel the same, so I ran to other girls." He admitted. "Well wasn't that a pussy move." Chuckling at my comment, he brought his lips to mine, kissing them with a burning passion.

He brought a hand to the back of my neck, making sure I kept close to his figure while his other hand held my chin to keep me in place. While parting away for air, he touched our foreheads together.

"How about, hm? Was that a pussy move?" He breathlessly spoke, making me shake my head with a smile.

"Absolutely not..." I replied before connecting our lips once more.

[koiiiji]

boys are nasty

tw ; some nasty details about your favorite lookism characters

author’s note ; kinda tired of “ideal” boys so decided to go with something disgusting😈😈 if you have thoughts write in comments, i’ll add in post🪄

୭ gun spends solid 40 minutes in toilet watching yt shorts and always forgets to rinse off his poops

୭ vasco walks silently but farts LOUD

୭ daniel could eat literally anything. anything. ANYTHING. once when he was hungry he saw pastry in plastic bag in the street. he ate it. without hesitation. he was HUNGRY (i referenced from my friend. he really did it once. guess who spent his next day on the white throne)

୭ vin jin has almost no concept of hygiene. he isn’t stinky or something (but he do have strong musk smell of his own, it’s not stinky but it’s strong, so you will always knew he was in this or that room) but you will notice it in small details like his teeth, small lumps around eyes after sleep

୭ goo randomly burps in taejin/samuel/logan/your ear. like he sneaks behind and scare shit out of you guys with nastiest, loudest burp ever (sometimes he have mercy on you, and it’s just small, silent burp, be still scary, bitch silently get behind your back. he and logan have competition from now on who do it louder)

୭ gimyung pee when he took shower. he calls it water savings

୭ bum jae secret hobby is to spy around his classmates/coworkers. he have compromising evidence on everyone, you don’t want to mess with him (it’s actually kinda canon, no?)

୭ seongeun decided for himself - if he would ever have opportunity to fuck his clone he would do it

୭ miru not afraid of leftovers in the sink and can grab it with her bare hands

୭ jihan and jibom share same intolerance to spicy food and still eat it every time they had opportunity. i wouldn’t recommend you to go to restroom after them when they had spicy lunch… this is a gas chamber

[karumbusarr]

you know, when sun jae figures out that sol is from the future, he so confidently says that he'll diligently run to 2023 to meet sol there.

we don't even question it.

realistically it's 15 years and no one in their sane mind will ask anyone of that but with sun jae, having met the 2023 sun jae in both timelines and knowing how down bad insane he's been yearning for sol despite him not having a chance yet unable to let go... we don't even question it. we don't even question the whole 'ah life moves on, people move on and drift and change' thing that'll definitely be a question with any other couple.

we just naturally accept it, yes ofc sun jae will wait and reunite with sol again, 15 years is nothing.

sun jae doesn't even have any questions, he just naturally accepts that yes ill take care of myself for the next 15 years, where's the face mask?

in the world of so called situationships, cheating, falling out of love, long distance relationship struggles, commitment issues and so on... this pure, intense love is just so wonderful to witness. ofc some situations are reasonable and can't be helped but these two who'll go against time and fate for each other just to be together... i know it's a drama and it's idealistic but just for a few hours, you live in this space where two people purely seek each other because they wouldn't want to be anywhere else, no matter how many years they've to wait.

in so many romance dramas and movies, the question of actually wanting each other comes up, with the whole second lead involvement and misunderstandings and more, but here, there's nothing. you know both of them only have eyes for each other and it's so beautiful, that's what pulls you in.

two dumbasses adoring each other and falling hard so badly that time is just a small obstacle to overcome.

sun jae, in every timeline, from the heartbroken one to the living life well one, from the high school kid to the college kid, has only ever wanted sol. he fell for her kindness and never changed. she fell for his kindness and his wonderful being in itself and now she's down bad just like him. to think he helped her through vicious hard times the college sun jae won't even be aware of.

i feel that these two pull us in so well cuz at the end of the day we all want to be loved unconditionally and these two show us that, how it must be, to be so intensely woven into each other.

and to add on to that, in every timeline, they've also always been best friends with the same kids they used to run around together in their school days. yes it's a drama but don't we all want to have life long friends who'll always be there?

in all forms, love persists here, beyond time.

lovely runner is so filled with love, kindness and devotion in all ways that you just can't help but fall in love, just as sun jae and sol fell for each other.

now, isn't this a lovely thing for all of us to witness and experience together?

[jaethecreator]

omg only now I see you accept requests!!!!! Could I possibly ask something about Changbin and doting on him and his tummy? istg I go feral anytime a hint of his belly peaks through the clothes… I want to kiss his tummy and cuddle him with my hands on him after I prepared a delicious dinner for him

(photo credits to @/ultragedits)

˗ˏˋ in a good way s.c. ´ˎ˗

wc: 1,513

tags: changbin, changbin tummy appreciation, fluff, feeding kink, pet names, gn!reader, praise, body worship, teasing, food as a love language

note: sorry this took so long anon!! life has been a whirlwind recently and i had to step back and put my big boy adult pants on. this prompt had me very excited, so i hope you enjoy my writing. this is my second time writing a request for skz <3

summary: changbin sitting shirtless in your apartment is free reign, especially after a good meal.

 both of you were still getting used to living together. the domesticity felt like a warm and safe blanket, giving you the kind of life you’d only dreamed of before meeting changbin. though he was often pulled left and right for schedules and the looming thought of his upcoming tour towered over both your heads—nothing could erase how either of you felt when he came home at night.

you heard the familiar noise of the front door unlocking before you saw him. getting up from the couch, your feet carried you out of the living room and to the hallway. even with his dark curls covering his eyes and his black mask covering the lower half of his face, you’d recognize changbin anywhere.

“welcome home, bunny! how was work?” you asked, though you’d gotten used to hearing the same sort of answer every night. “mmm.. it was alright, but changbinnie missed you!” he spoke cutely while referring to himself, which let you know his day was the least of his worries. large arms wrapped around you, securing you in a hold you’d missed for most of the day. with your head against his chest, you could breathe changbin in and sigh in satisfaction.

he pouted once you let go, but found himself content once he’d clung to you from behind. this way, you could use your hands for whatever you needed, while still providing changbin the contact that he’d been craving from you while he was gone.

with his chin nudging at your shoulder, you walked to the kitchen. as you’d reached the counter, changbin’s hands made contact with your hips. he spun you around so that you’d face him without using any real strength at all. changbin’s face mask had been pulled under his chin, showing you the features that you loved so dearly. he’d even brushed his bangs out of his eyes, allowing you to see him fully.

if actions truly did speak louder than words, his gaze was proof enough that the man loved you wholeheartedly. 

one step was all it took to close the distance between you and your boyfriend. his right hand reached to the side of your face, using his fingers to push back a strand of hair behind your ear. his other hand rested on your hip, holding you steadily. “tell me about your day, baby. did you miss me too?” changbin smiled, before placing a soft kiss on your chin—almost like a way of encouraging the words to fall from your lips.

“it was pretty quiet. rain cancelled our plans, so i stayed at home for most of the day.”

your lack of answering his second question caused changbin to pout. he pressed himself closer to you, nosing at your neck before leaving a gentle kiss on the skin there. you giggled, unable to tease him for too long considering he was so cute. “of course i missed you, bin. you know i always do.”

though he tried to hide his reaction by burying his head into your neck, you could see the tips of his ears turning red. there your boyfriend was, in all of his bashful glory. 

“i’m sure there’s something else you miss, other than me.” you teased once again, though changbin found himself out of the loop. “hm..? what do you mean?” he asked, pulling away from you to stand straighter. suddenly, his eyes lowered on your figure, a half smirk forming on his face.

“..not that, mister. you’re dirty.” changbin whined in protest, pouting even harder than before to the point he emphasized his softer jowls. “tell meeeee!” his volume increased from before, though he wasn’t particularly yelling at you. changbin tended to be loud, and that was that.

“my cooking, silly—i made you dinner! creamy bacon carbonara with pork katsu on the side, you’re going to love it! i think i went to heaven and back after eating it myself.” you giggled. 

though he never explicitly said it, you knew food was one of changbin’s love languages. the noises and expressions he’d make while eating was enough evidence that food was the quickest way to his heart. eating always seemed to bring him happiness, whether it was during the months he’d be dieting for comebacks or bulking during breaks.

as you put on a pair of oven mitts and pulled the dish out of the oven, you remembered how proud of yourself you were when you first sampled the food. cooking for yourself and changbin was a great excuse to improve your skills. you knew that if you’d found it good, your boyfriend would find it even better.

“oh my gosh.. i think my heart just started beating like crazy.” changbin joked, though the statement definitely held some truth to it. he watched over your shoulder as you reheated and plated the food for him, his hands gently rubbing your sides. a dangerous shiver went down your spine, but that was for later.

“here, why don’t i set the living room up for a movie while you go change into your pajamas?” you offered, turning your head to look at changbin. he frantically nodded, more motivated to quickly change by the prospect of dinner, a movie, and you waiting for him.

when he returned, changbin looked more comfortable. his pajamas always consisted of shorts, so the sight of his thicker thighs wasn’t new (but highly appreciated). however, the shirt he’d been wearing seemed to fit him deliciously (also highly appreciated). it must’ve been an older one, considering the way it clung to his larger chest and left little to imagine around the curve of his belly. 

god, your boyfriend’s body drives you crazy.

“every time i see you, i just remember how lucky i am.” you mumbled, not really expecting changbin to respond since you’d sounded so cheesy. thankfully, cheesy didn’t exist when it came to you. had you been one of the members though, he surely would have cringed. 

instead, changbin found himself gently swatting at you. “this food already has my heart beating out of my chest, don’t make it worse!” he chided playfully, though the blush creeping onto his cheeks told a different story.

once he sat beside you, changbin immediately pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your lips. “thank you, baby. it smells delicious!”

and with that, changbin ate.

he shoveled bite after bite of pasta past his lips, along with the crispy pieces of pork katsu. you cooed every now and then as he worked through his plate, subconsciously finding yourself praising him for eating so well. a healthy appetite had never made you this happy—at least, not until you’d fallen in love with changbin.

the movie you’d put on didn’t hold either of your attention. while changbin was focused on the flavors of each bite, you were content with watching him eat. his cheeks were fuller, and there was a shine to his lips from the amount of times he’d bitten them while eating. you found the habit cute, and you knew if you’d pointed it out, he’d grow flustered.

“someone’s eating well.” you teased, as one of your hands moved to rest on the curve of his belly. rubbing gently through the fabric, you could tell he was getting full. the flesh of his stomach was usually soft and pliant under your touch, but neither could be said for the firm mound underneath your fingertips. changbin dreamily sighed at your touch, before setting his fork down and leaning back against the couch cushions.

“oh.. i definitely ate too much.”

you quirked an eyebrow, having taken changbin’s statement as an invitation. your hand snuck under his shirt gently as you moved closer to him, continuing your ministrations without the fabric between you and his skin. every time your fingers made contact with his skin, changbin had goosebumps and butterflies. your hands knew his body no more or less than your own.

your fingertips danced across his skin like feathers, causing changbin to giggle. however, just as you’d begun to pull back, changbin had reached behind his head to pull off his shirt. once it’’d been removed, you were left dumbfounded. you would never get used to how good he looked or the fact that he was all yours. when you looked up from his torso and caught his gaze, two hopeful eyes stared back at you expectantly.

“can.. can you keep going? don’t want you to stop..” changbin shyly admitted, turning his head away from you to hide his burning cheeks. you cooed, finding his demeanor cute. 

underneath his rapper persona and his confident personality, changbin was more soft and gentle than expected. the members knew it of course, but especially you.

“of course, bunny. anything for you.” you purred, nuzzling your head against the side of his larger shoulder. changbin softly sighed again, relaxing against you just the same. the movie had finished by now, and neither of you could explain what happened no matter how hard you tried.

changbin sitting shirtless in your apartment was free reign, especially after a good meal.

[palajae]

ik this is very late but since it’s suddenly popping up all over my feed again-

how many times does this man have to sing this for y’all to believe it’s his voice 😭😭

ni-kk finally gets to show off his high vocals and suddenly people don’t want to believe it’s him.

[luxora]

The Glory -> {Highschool AU} -> Getting Jealous

Requested: No

Kdrama: The Glory

Genre: Angst. Fluff?

Warnings: Mentions of bullying. No remorse. Swearing. Violence. Possessive behavior. Some blood

A/N: I absolutely do not condone anything that was presented in the kdrama. No one should ever bully others. This is all purely fiction.

Moon Dongeun

Dongeun is no stranger of misery, especially given her role in the school courtesy of the actions of Yeonjin and her gang.

But this kind of misery was of a whole new different kinds, something that you were completely unaware of, which in her opinion, made it so much worse.

You would not describe yourself as an extrovert, but you were most certainly a lot more outgoing that Dongeun. Dongeun would say that she bordered more on the introverted side, but also she simply did not have the time to truly reach out to befriend any other of her classmates because of all her time constantly being taken up by Yeonjin.

It was still impressive itself that she managed to befriend you, although no one really knows of the friendship between the two of you aside from yourselves.

It is not like you didn't try approach her in school, but for a matter of your preservation and her own irrecoverable habit of self-isolation, she tended to avoid you like the plague until it was absolutely necessary to interact with you in a public setting.

She did not want Yeonjin or any of the others to realize that she had someone who made her experience at school more durable, because then they will use that against her.

You didn't deserve to go through with what she is going through. The thought of you possibly being hurt by Yeonjin or Sara, or even Jaejun, it literally made Dongeun sick to the stomach; hence why she proceeded to avoid contact as much as possible.

Ignorance was bliss in this case; however, in her current predicament, it was anything but bliss for Dongeun.

She silently stewed in her seat as she waited for you to join her for the project the two of you were to work on together. Group assignments were rather rare, but this time the teacher decided it would be most suitable to have a partner with the assignment, and so you took the opportunity to work with Dongeun, something which made her both happy and scared at the same time.

Deciding to work on the foundation of your shared assignment, the two of you agreed to meet in the school library to start your research, but while you were heading towards her at the decided working table, you got caught in a conversation with one of your other classmates, and the way the two of you were talking, Dongeun couldn't help but feel...frustrated by the interaction.

She barely gets to spend as much time with you as she would prefer, the two of you only meeting outside of school at odd times when Dongeun was in working order to go to your home, or when she was permitted to some kind of freedom where she would be unsuspected from others.

So in her mind, this project just gave her an opportunity to simply be with you without any suspicion - so the fact that her time with you was getting interrupted was bothering her, especially when she sees you laughing at something that the classmate said which she is not privy to.

Her hands tightened into a fists, a miserable ball lodging itself in Dongeun's throat as the passing seconds felt like hours, especially since you were not getting closer to her anytime sooner as you continued conversing with the classmate, continuously laughing at their words despite the library being a place of silence.

She had no reason to become so uneasy at all of this, as you were a talkative person naturally, but - the fact her time with you was being encroached by a bystander - it was bothering her and she did not like the fact that she was being left here to wait for you while you were only so far away from her.

Dongeun swallowed down the misery in her throat, attempting to get a control over her emotions, released her hand from its violent self-grip to try reapply herself before you eventually arrived to the table, not realizing that you had in fact finished up your conversation and was heading over to her in that very moment. Hence why she jumped when you voice was suddenly right next to her.

"Hey Dongeun!"

She snapped her head to look at you with a bewildered expression, prompting you to cock your head from the sudden reaction.

"Are you okay? Why are you so jumpy?"

"I-I.." Dongeun flustered on the spot before shook her head, averting her gaze from yours. "Sorry, its nothing."

"Are you sure?" You inquired, taking a seat next to her, placing your books on the table. She nodded. "Well, if you're certain."

Dongeun didn't say anything further as you began to open your books and started talking about the project, completely oblivious to the effect that you had concurrently had on her from both the interaction with your classmate and you being right beside her in a public setting which was to have no proper negative repercussions.

That feeling - not appreciate it - and now she was trying consider of what it truly meant to her own psych over the fact that she became affected from something so menial as a conversation with a classmate.

She must be going crazy - that was the only solution that she could really come up with.

While she is no stranger of pain, she did not revel in it. And she most certainly did not want to revel in that type of misery again. Only something tells her that it won't e first or the last time she will feel such a thing again.

And that is was scares her.

Park Yeon-jin

Ever since she was a child, Yeonjin has never been someone who likes to share her things. Perhaps it stemmed from being the only child, not having siblings to fight over the attention of her parents nor to negotiate and compromise over ownership of any material thing.

Therefore, going forward in her teenage years, Yeonjin still maintained the idea that whatever belonged to her was hers, and that was non-negotiable. Not even Sara was given the courtesy to have a taste of her own divinely pleasures because Yeonjin was the primary owner of items, first and foremost, and she didn't share.

And this segment particularly applied to you.

The scene before her was just pissing her off. Yeonjin tapped her fingers irately against her forearm as she watched you interact with with the older students, a shy smile on their face as they offered you a rose, courtesy of the Valentine event of which the younger years had to offer flowers to seniors they admired.

Yeonjin never found an interest in such a thing as she had much better things to do instead of chasing after some stupid male seniors. None of them had her interest and all the other older grades just got worse in terms of appearance, filling her with much disgust.

But nothing disgusted her more than the fact that you were blushing all because of the reversal roles between you and the older male senior.

Yeonjin didn't know why, but her blood was boiling over the fact that there was a blush on your cheeks, your own lips quirked in a nervous smile as you accepted the rose, head ducked down while the senior spoke to you, rubbing his neck nervously as you stood in place, head ducked down bashfully.

"Wow, he must be desperate." Hyejeong's voice cracked into Yeonjin's ears like nails on the chalkboard, her voice making Yeonjin's air stand up as she giggled mockingly. "To think he would go after Y/N of people. He must have lost a bet."

That better be the reason of why he would be approaching you in the first place. While Hyejeong continued to talk, Yeonjin kept her eyes locked on the two of you, her nails this time digging into her forearm as she watched with aflame eyes as the male senior reached for your hand, lowering his head so that he was on par with your height. He whispered something and Yeonjin could not help but fucking curse when you giggled again, nodding your head to something before lifting your head to give him a full blown smile.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

"-must be putting out or something. Otherwise why else would he-"

Hyejeong has literally trodden on the last thread of her patience. Without hesitation, Yeonjin swung around and all but slapped the pathetic bitch across the face, prompting a loud cry out of her lips as she literally crumbled to the floor, the strength behind the slap knocking her entirely off balance.

The air in her chest was tight, a volcanic eruption threatening to burst as she heaved shakily on the spot, eyes narrowed dangerous at Hyejeong as she stared up fearfully at her.

"For once in your life, will you shut the fuck up?!"

"Miss Park, that type of behavior and language is completely unacceptable!"

Yeonjin didn't even spare a glance at the bitch teacher that had hurried towards the two of them scoldings and threats leaving her lips as she addressed Yeonjin. She instead glanced back in your direction, only to be found in the center of your attention as you stared wide-eyed at her, the rose in your hand being clenched tightly while your lips stood ajar. She noticed that your hand was no longer being held captive by the stupid buffoon beside you, instead it clenched to your side, clutching some the material of your school skirt as your continued to stare at Yeonjin.

Despite the circumstances of it, she couldn't help but inwardly preen over the fact that your attention was now on her. But then she remembered why it was not on her in the first place, which reinforced the fury which was already boiling in her chest. Instead of saying a word, she just flashed you a glare of promise, resulting in a feared expression crossing of your face.

She was going to get you back for this. Sometime today, she was going to find you and make you suffer the consequences for making her feel so fucking stupid and angry over a fucking flower.

You have fucking forgotten your place, and it is about time she reminded you just who you fucking belonged to.

You were hers. And no fucking Valentine flower must make you think that anything changes that. If she must kill that damn asshole, then so be it. You're hers - and she is going to make sure that you remember that.

Jeon Jae-jun

Jaejun didn't realize that he was bashing the bastard's head in until he was doing it.

There was a buzz in his ears while he kept slamming the idiots head into the desk, uncaring of the screams and shouts that erupted in the class as Jaejun gripped the guy's head tightly by the hair and kept slamming his head full-force into the wooden surface.

Even though he tried fighting back, it was of no use. Jaejun had him, and he was going to make sure that he received the full treatment.

He warned him. He fucking warned him that he was going to kill him if he kept flirting with you, and now he was going to fucking do it.

A sick pleasure erupted in Jaejun's chest as he saw the blood beginning to splatter on the wooden surface, but then the pleasure was halted when he felt hands on his shoulders as they tried to pull him away. He heard Myeong-o's sick snickers while he wrapped his arms around Jaejun from behind as he lifted him off his feet.

"Cut it out will ya? Ya are going to get detention!"

Detention was the last hing on his mind. Hell, even going to prison was the last thing on his mind. He knows that it isn't going to happen cause his parents will just pay them out, but that was not the focus at the moment. He needed to punish the fucker who thought it would be a good idea to try steal his girl - to try steal you.

"Let me go!" He roared, immediately wrestling in Myeong-o's grip as he attempt to lunge at the pathetic loser as he laid crumbled on the floor, clutching at his bleeding hear. "I'm going to fucking kill him!"

"Dude, just-"

"Fuck off!"

Jaejun slammed his head back and he connected with Myeong-o's nose with a sickening crack, a wave of pain washing over him as both boys stumbled on the spot, Myeong-o clutching at his nose while Jaejun clutched at the back of his head.

Dammit, that actually hurt.

But then Jaejun reconnected his gaze with the fallen student and then decided to forego his momentary pain to continued to job. He grabbed the student by the collar and lifted him up from the floor, staring at his blood smeared face with a snarl.

"I told you that she is mine! You don't fucking touch what is mine!"

Jaejun lifted his fist and slammed it into the student's face, causing an immediate splatter to erupt from the student's nose. They hastily tried to defend themselves but it was of no use, Jaejun just punched and punched and punched until his own knuckles were beginning to ache and burn, almost as if he split the skin or something.

Prompted by the thought, Jaejun lifted his hand to gaze at it. Blood was smothering it, but upon closer inspection, he realised that his knuckles were in fact split. He cursed.

How annoying.

The buzz in his eyes subsiding, but his anger still simmering, Jaejun stood up from the mess of the boy and then finally turned to you, your body frozen in your desk as you stared at him with horrified eyes. He blinked slowly before he walked towards you, no one else in the classroom daring to utter a word as he approached the front of your desk, his face expressionless.

You only stared up at him as he paused, looking at you with an eerily calm look before he reached out and grabbed your wrist, eyebrows furrowing when you flinched at the sudden touch. But then he realized that he had grabbed you with his bloody hand, making him curse.

"Damn, sorry Y/N." He released you briefly before grabbing you with his uninjured hand, pulling you up from your desk. "I need to go to the nurse. Come with me."

It wasn't really a request, and you didn't disagree with his statement when he all but tugged you away from the desk and the ordeal which had occurred. His grip on you tightened as he noticed the horrified stares.

He doesn't get what their problems were. He is just getting his hand fixed up and you were going to help him.

If they think that he was just going to ignore the fact of another guy trying to take what was his, then they were all idiots. You were his and he was not going to let someone take you away from him. He will beat every person's face in if that is what it takes.

You were his.

And he was going to protect what was his.

And you most importantly must not forget that, because he will go through hell for you. So you better be grateful, cause not every guy will be as protective as him. So you must realize that you have hit the jackpot. He is sure you'll thank him later, even show him some gratitude.

Lee Sa-ra

You trembled against her body but it did not prompt Sara to move away from you. In fact, it only made her press herself closer against you. Despite your lack of success, you still tried to resist against Sara's hold on your wrists but it was of no use.

You were trapped. Sara has no intentions of letting you go, especially not after rectifying what she had been forced to bare witness to.

"...Did you like it?" She whispered carefully, her lips brushing against your jaw as she spoke against your skin. "Did you like him kissing you like that?"

You were not stupid, that was one of the reasons that Sara liked you in the first place. You had a bright mind and fitted well into the group because none of you were idiots. Well, with the exception of Hyejeong, but aside from her, the rest of them were exceptional in their own areas of expertise. Hers being art, of course.

So therefore, she knows that you getting into the situation cannot be fully your fault because you would know better than to make Sara jealous on purpose.

It was pulled off as some kind of stupid elaborate prank pulled by the boys. The stupid fools believed it would be a good idea to pull a water gun fight in the middle of PE, soaking all of the girls with water. Sara was annoyed in the first place, but nothing prepared her for the sight which occurred in the middle of the stupid prank.

A boy stealing a kiss from you.

You were just as soaked as the others, being separated from Sara during the whole scuffle, and yet you were the only one to get kissed by one of the boys, which resulted in a whole class reaction, girls cooing at the act and the boys guffawing and slapping the boy on the back for having the guts to do such a thing.

But your reaction was what had Sara hyper focused, because she knew immediately where your mind went because you immediately snapped your gaze to Sara, looking for her in the crowd before locking eyes with her, terror in your own.

You were scared of Sara's reaction, and its a good thing, because she is about ready to tear someone's head off, the first one being the bastard who stole a kiss from you.

But first - she needed to stake her claim on those very lips which were tainted by another.

"S-Sara, please." You quivered, voice soft and terrified as you froze stiff against Sara as she trailed her lips down the column of your neck. "I didn't mean to-"

"What?" Sara questioned, resting her lips against the point where your shoulder and neck met. "What didn't you mean to do? Did you kiss him first?"

The thoughts itself was barbarous because you were loyal to Sara. You were hers and you know how she is whenever someone gets too close to you for her liking. And you were a smart girl, so you wouldn't do such a stupid thing to get a rise out of her.

But still - she needed to make sure you were aware of your situation.

"N-No, I swear I didn't. I just, I-"

"Did you want my attention? Is that why you didn't push him away?"

"N-No, I-"

"Oh, so you don't want my attention?" Sara's voice dropped as she pulled away from your neck to look at you, her eyes swirling dangerous. You immediately panicked at the sight and began to resist against her hold on your wrists again.

"No! I don't mean that! I-I-I'm just sorry! I swear I didn't want it to happen Sara, You've got to believe me! Please."

You were sounding so desperate, your actions and expressions showing it so clearly that it made her heart flutter as she continued to stare. Her fingers tightened around your wrists, making you wince before she shifted both hands up until you were entirely stretched to your full length, trapped and unable to defend yourself as Sara all but leapt for your neck, biting down hard on the skin, making you cry out in the pain.

The taste of iron reached her tongue but Sara did not react to it as she remained frozen in her position, teeth in your neck like some wild animal. Your body quivered tremendously against her, little sobs beginning to leave your lips as you began to bleed, which eventually prompted Sara to pull away from you neck to gaze at you again.

Once your eyes eventually met hers again, she smiled, displaying a row of blood stained teeth - your blood - and a maniacal glint in her eyes.

"Before anything else, you are mine. Do you understand me?" Sara questioned, eyes not leaving yours as her free hand moved to trail a thumb against the bite wound on your neck, smearing the blood across the uninjured skin. "If I must do this all over your body, then so be it. If you ever let someone else kiss you again, I will lose my shit. You got that?"

You simply stood frozen before her, eyes gawking at her in horror, which irritated to no end. She pressed her thumb against the bite, making you wince immediately at the applied pressure.

"Do. You. Get. It?"

"Y-Yes." You whimpered out, tears forming in your eyes as you shivered in place, making Sara smile as she believed that you finally understood her whole intention.

"Good. Now don't move."

Sara closed the distance between you and kissed you, her tongue immediately meeting yours in a silent tango as she removed the taint with her own lips, your body supple under her own as she reaffirmed her possession over you.

Choi Hye-jeong

"What the hell is wrong with you!"

Hyejeong stormed into the bathroom with guns blazing, anger boiling all over as she stared at you frightened form, your hand to your chest as you attempted to calm it after jumping at Hyejeong's sudden entrance in the bathroom.

Fortunately there was no one else in the bathroom, but Hyejeong didn't care because all she wanted from you were answers.

"How can you be so stupid!"

She hasn't given you much context to understand the reason behind her anger, as hinted through your confused look, but then realization dawned on you, prompting an apologetic expression forming on your face.

"I didn't know what I could say-"

"You could have said no! Why the hell are you going on a date with that idiot!"

Never, ever did Hyejeong think that she was going to be in the situation that she would be jealous over someone asking you out on a date because she never thought it would happen. You did not talk much with the others; therefore, nobody had any reason to have a crush on you, much less ask you out on a date.

And yet she had to hear from a group of underclassmen that one of the boys in their class had asked you out on a date, to which you agreed.

She couldn't fucking believe it.

Hyejeong stormed towards you and grabbed you by the shoulders, giving you a firm shake before she cupped your cheeks in her hands, forcing you to keep your gaze on her.

"Why the hell did you agree to it!"

"I-I didn't know what else to say. I didn't expect it."

"It doesn't matter if you didn't expect it. The matter is that you should have never agreed in the first place! Why do you want to hurt me so much? Did you think I was going to be happy about this!"

Hyejeong could not exactly ask Yeonjin or the others for any advice on how to proceed about this. Yeonjin and Sara are two bitches who will easily laugh and humiliate both you and Hyejeong for being in such a relationship in the first place, while Myeong-o and Jaejun would be complete assholes about it.

The two of you were alone in this world together, being the only ones to understand the others struggle. So the fact that you agreed to go on the stupid date upsets her and hurts her - serving the same impact as a knife getting driven into her chest.

You looked at her mournfully, shaking your head as you reached out to touch her cheek.

"No Hyejeong, I would never want to hurt you-"

"Well you are by agreeing to go with him!"

Hyejeong pushed you away from her as if your touch burned her, angry tears escaping from her eyes as she roughly wiped at them ,glaring heatedly through the liquid wall.

"I can't believe that you would be so pathetic that you wouldn't be able to even say the word 'No' to some stupid underclassman!"

Hurt immediately bloomed from her words, your eyes reflecting it as you stared at her, making a pang of guilt shoot through Hyejeong but not enough to stop her venomous words.

"But I guess I shouldn't be surprised! You're a damn people pleaser who wouldn't know the difference between her mommy issues and daddy issues!"

Low blow.

An extremely low blow.

But in her moment of hurt, Hyejeong didn't care. She wanted you to hurt and she succeeded, tears forming as you took a step back from her, almost as if the words itself had slapped you across the face.

But instead of saying anything else, Hyejeong sneered before storming out of the bathroom, needing to build the distance between the two of you if she wanted to get an inch of semblance back to herself.

[wispyxjae]

touch and feel

day 14: overstimulation/massaging/begging with hwang intak

genre: smut, 18+ mdni

wc: 4.9k

summary: intak has been your massage therapist for a few months now. you don’t know if it’s the actual magic in his hands or it’s just your seemingly silly crush on him but you can’t go to anyone else for massages. one night he makes an exception for you to see him after hours.

cw: dom massage therapist!intak x sub!reader, porn with plot, strangers to lovers, massaging, begging, overstimulation, dirty talk, fingering, intak accidentally walks in on you naked once, pretty as a pet name, praise, body worship(?), sensory deprivation kind of (reader is laying face down on the table for most of it)

a/n: this is my first time ever writing a full fic with plot and it’s for piwontober! thank you sooo so much @sxfterhearts and @kisseobie for hosting such a wonderful event. i'm so grateful to get the opportunity to write for this event alongside all these amazing writers ♡ and thank you to my bb @hazyhae for beta reading <3

the first time you meet intak, it’s your first time at the massage spa he’s a manager and massage therapist at. your best friend, being the sweet angel she is, handed you a free voucher for this place she’s been going to for the last few months while you guys were out at saturday brunch.

“you know,” she meets your eyes. “you deserve to treat yourself every once in a while,” her big doe eyes stare at you, concern flashing through them. you smile softly at her.

“thanks for looking out for me y/f/n,” you thank her sincerely. the both of you know how many hours you’re working in a week, spending at least 8 hours a day (sometimes 10 depending on the time of year) hunched in front of a computer.

of course your shitty company turned down the idea of implementing standing desks or higher quality office chairs, so you’re consistently stuck with tight hips, sore shoulders, and a killer stiff neck.

you decide to go the very next day as you, surprisingly, didn’t have anything planned on a sunday. usually, you’d be grocery shopping or prepping for the week ahead, but you took care of that with your best friend before brunch so your sunday was free for a much needed self-care day.

the moment you walk through the doors of serenity spa, an insanely cute guy greets you with these big brown eyes that sparkle at you as he speaks. “hi, welcome to serenity spa! do you have an appointment with us?” his eyes are big and round, staring up at you.

“i don’t,” you shake your head. you reach in your purse for the voucher and present it to him. “but i have this voucher for a free massage? it’s my first time here and i saw i could just walk in.”

he takes the paper from your hands while smiling. “that’s perfect! here, you can take a seat and just fill out this preference sheet,” he says, handing you a clipboard and pen. you follow as he says and get to scribbling on the sheet.

“y/n, 60 minutes, full back massage, light pressure, and aromatherapy,” he repeats your choices back to you. “you don’t have a preference for a therapist, right?” he double checks your paper and glances up at you, your breath catching in your throat at the sudden eye contact as you shake your head no.

“it seems that everyone else has a client, but lucky for you my books are actually free for the next hour. so i can take care of you for your first time if you’d like?” his plush lips turning up into a smile.

you finally glance at his name tag which reads intak and head manager right under.

“that sounds great actually,” you return the smile, a light blush dusting your cheeks as you realize how intimate he could possibly get on the first meeting. “but that’s his job,” you have to remind yourself before you end up psyching out.

he leads you to a room where the lights are dim, a handful of lit candles are placed throughout, and there’s soft spa music playing from a speaker.

“alright y/n, just go ahead and get undressed. you can lay on your front and cover yourself with this towel. i’ll give you a few minutes,” intak explains, gesturing toward the massage bed with a small cover up and towel for your privacy placed nicely in the center.

you let the door close behind him before you move to place your bag on the small table in the corner of the room. you follow his directions, pushing any embarrassing thoughts of getting naked in front of this incredibly attractive stranger on the first meeting.

lying down on the table, you gently place your head through the hole and pull the towel over your butt before resting your arms by your side as you stare at the ground, taking a few deep breaths to get rid of your nerves. it’s just a massage.

the massage goes incredibly smoothly with the help of intak’s professionalism soothing any worries you had. his large warm palms worked their magic all around your back and shoulders, working gently through the knots you had built up under the skin.

you were so lost in time, his hands distracting you from thinking of anything that could possibly stress you that you almost whine in protest at the end of your massage, wishing you had booked him for longer.

you hear him wipe his hands on a towel before wiping lightly the excess massage oil off your back and arms.

“i’ll let you get dressed and you can meet me back at the front desk to get you checked out, alright?” you hum in agreement, feeling a bit sleepy after the complete relaxation session you just had.

he chuckles at the slight rasp in your voice after such a quiet session, since you only replied in hums any time he asked you if the pressure he was applying was okay, or if the temperature of the warm towels he used were alright.

“just take your time, there’s no rush,” he reassures you softly. thank god you were lying face down so he couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks.

you get redressed and grab your bag before checking out at the front desk.

“and did you want to book your next appointment at this time?” intak asks.

“yeah, why not?” you smile at him. he nods before clicking around on the computer. he schedules your next appointment for a month out at the same time as today.

“did you want to book me again or see a different massage therapist?” you blush at his question, already knowing you wanted to feel his incredible hands on you again. that’s not weird, right?

“i guess i wouldn’t mind seeing you again,” you tease him, a smile creeping onto your face. “oh, and can you make it a 90-minute appointment this time?” you ask shyly. “i actually wish this session was longer because you’ve got some mad skills,” you have to mumble to save yourself a bit.

“oh so i’ve already got you hooked after one visit, huh?” he smirks back at you, a small giggle leaving his lips. “don’t worry, y/n, i’ve got you.” he grabs a card from the acrylic holder in front of him, scribbling down your appointment details with a pen. you roll your eyes but can’t wipe your smile away.

“thanks. i’ll see you next month, intak,” you reply, turning to walk out before you can get any more embarrassed. what you don’t see is intak cheesing like an idiot for the rest of the day after you leave.

the third time you meet intak, it’s at your third appointment which you happened to book just 2 weeks after the second one instead of another month out.

it’s not that work got any worse than it already was, or that you had other stressors in your life. you don’t even really work out hard enough to really be sore.

to be quite frank, you simply couldn’t get enough of not just his hands (hell, you even start to add other body areas to your sessions now that you’ve gotten more comfortable with him), but now his company as well.

during your second appointment, you made a conscious effort to initiate more small talk with intak. you couldn’t help but want to learn more about him and this time wouldn’t be different from the last.

after intak leads you to his massage room and leaves you be, you start your usual routine of putting your belongings on the corner table before undressing. this time, though, you get distracted by the buzzing of your phone in your bag. you reach for it to put it on do not disturb, and you miss the knock at the door.

you don’t react fast enough before it swings open, a yelp escaping your lips as your hands come up to cover yourself as much as you can.

“oh! shit, i’m so sorry,” intak mutters before shutting the door. in all his time of working here he has never accidentally walked in on anyone until now. and of course it was you. he presses his hands to his face to cool himself down, walking back to the front desk to take a sip of cold water to bring him back to his senses.

your heart is racing while you stand vulnerably alone in the massage room. you put your phone away and settle onto the massage table like normal. god, how was the rest of this appointment gonna go now?

after what feels like forever, there’s another knock at the door, and this time intak remembers to ask if you’re ready for him.

“yeah, i’m ready,” you reply, clearing your throat afterwards. once intak takes a deep breath, he enters the room, proceeding as usual.

“i am so sorry about that, y/n,” he starts to apologize, genuine worry in his voice as the guilt pangs in his chest. “i’m not going to make any excuses but it was a genuine accident.” the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable, but he wanted to respect your boundaries.

“it’s okay!” you blurt out a bit too quickly. “it was a mistake and you really do sound like you feel bad, so apology accepted,” you continue, hoping to ease his concerns. “and hey, we can forget this ever happened as long as you work your magic like you always do.” you lift your head slightly in order to get a peek of him since you never get to see his face during these appointments.

intak sighs in relief, meeting your eyes and smiling apologetically. “thank you for understanding,” he says sincerely.

once he gets started, it feels like most, if not all, the tension in both the air and your muscles has faded out.

“so how long have you been a massage therapist for?” you asked, breathing deeply to try not to audibly react to his hands that worked through your calf muscles.

“it’s been a little over a year,” he replies. “i got the manager position here about 6 months ago now and i love it. i enjoy making a difference in people’s lives and their wellbeing,” he speaks fondly.

“you don’t need to take my word for it, but you deserve it. you’re amazing at what you do- ooooh,” your last word draws out as he digs a bit deeper into your leg.

he laughs at your reaction. “that didn’t hurt did it?” he soothes over the area with a broad hand as to not put any more pressure in case it did hurt.

“no! no, not at all. it felt really good,” you exhaled. “you’ve got some sorcery or something in those hands, intak, i swear.” his cheeks flush at your compliments.

“i’m just doing my job, y/n,” he mutters, not being able to accept such kind words from someone as pretty as you. he’s grateful you’re not facing him because he would not be handling this as coolly as he is now.

“can you tell me more about yourself?” you ask, voice a bit small as even you can’t believe you’re initiating this.

“hmm,” he hums, thinking of what to tell you. “when i’m not working, i’m at the gym. i love working out and improving myself. i usually lift weights but… i actually really love dancing too.”

your eyebrows raise, even though he can’t see you. “really?” you ask in disbelief. “i wish i could dance… maybe you can teach me someday,” you say through a smile.

“i would love to teach you,” he replies, chuckling. are you flirting with him right now? no… surely it’s just a friendly conversation.

“your girlfriend must be really lucky,” you say, immediately flustering yourself at how bold that statement was. “i mean, like imagine coming home from work and you just get one hell of a massage from your partner,” you stumble out, trying to cover for yourself, holding your breath.

“whoa, hey. relax your muscles for me and keep breathing. you’re tensing up,” intak points out, his hands gliding across your skin with the help of the massage oil. “and for the record, i’m single,” he adds, blood rushing to his cheeks. okay maybe you are flirting with him.

you exhale a little louder than you mean to, a great relief washing over you at this new knowledge. as if a lightbulb goes off above your head, you start brainstorming with more conversation topics. not wanting to make things awkward, you both move past this conversation and begin to talk about yourself to allow him to know about you too.

the fourth time you meet intak is at your fourth appointment. you booked this one for just a week after the last one, too impatient to wait an extra week to see him again.

after last week’s session of you two nonstop flirting in the massage room, you just wanted to see him even more often. your best friend even caught your change in attitude, noting you were happier and more lively ever since you started going to the spa for massages. you just blushed and brushed her off, not wanting her to tease you for crushing on your massage therapist.

today’s session was almost no different than the last, the two of you settling into a routine now.

you knew he started with the aromatherapy, letting you breathe in the scent of lavender for relaxation.

you knew he kindly moved any stray hairs away from your neck before settling into the muscles there.

you knew the paths he took on your body each time.

of course, you hadn’t changed up your preferences besides longer sessions and firmer pressure since the first session.

this time, though, you decided not to hold back on your sighs and sounds of pleasure as his dexterous fingers kneaded and relaxed your muscles.

you wanted to test the waters. at first, it really was just a reflex. you were a naturally sensitive and reactive person. you had just been holding back in front of intak in case things became awkward, or it was too unprofessional on your end.

after learning he was single, you never missed the way his eyes lit up when he spoke to you at the front desk, or the slight stutter in his answers when you asked him something a bit more personal. it was cute, really. there was just something about flustering a cute boy who already has his hands all over you.

it didn’t take much from him to draw out a few mewls from you. the first few times, he didn’t think much of it. his hands still moved steadily as they always did across the expanse of your back.

the more noises you made, the more intak’s hands, which are usually confident and firm, started to falter.

he clears his throat. “you’re sure i’m not hurting you, right y/n?” he asks, trying to keep his voice steady.

“intak, i would tell you if it hurt,” you reassured him. “it just feels really really good… you just really know how to work those hands.”

intak thanks whatever higher being there is that you can’t see him, otherwise you’d poke fun at how red and hot his cheeks and ears were getting. hell, his hands were even starting to sweat and he didn’t think that was possible with the oil covering his hands.

“why, is there something wrong?” you ask, trying to hide the smirk in your voice after noticing he couldn’t even reply back. there was no way you weren’t doing this on purpose…

“no, no,” he chokes out. “not at all… you’re just a bit more… reactive today and i just wanted to make sure you were comfortable… you know, with the pressure and everything,” intak babbles on. “but if everything’s okay i’m gonna continue with the massage.”

you hum back in response, deciding to spare the poor guy of your teasing.

the fifth time you meet intak is at your fifth appointment.

after the incident of your fourth appointment, intak shyly asked for your number (even though it was already in the system after your first visit; he didn’t wanna seem like a creep just taking it from the computer).

“you know, just in case you need an emergency visit from me,” he fibs. you laughed and agreed, reading out your number for him to shoot you a text.

“intak :)” the text simply reads.

since getting each others’ numbers, the flirting between the two of you had become both more natural and frequent. you guys text all day everyday about anything and everything, and intak can confidently admit he is very happy you haven’t booked with another massage therapist that isn’t him.

needless to say, you’ve become a regular of his and you’d be lying if you said you were booking massages for the sole reason of getting a massage. it had become your routine to see him at this point.

as usual, you book your next appointment at the end of the previous one. and usually, you reserve these appointment days just to see intak. you’d been seeing him for 2 months now so you already knew which days you’d be seeing him, but you forgot to check in advanced and only now (2 days before your scheduled appointment) realized you had other plans that day already.

shit, now you have to reschedule with intak.

5:42pm you: hey intak

5:42pm you: remember when you said i could ask you for emergency visits?

5:47pm intak: hi pretty, yeah why?

5:49pm you: i didn’t realize i was already busy at the same time as my next appointment is scheduled…

5:49pm you: can i redeem an emergency visit for today instead? it’s okay if not

you only half-expected intak to drop everything to see you, but what you didn’t expect was for your fifth appointment to be held after hours at the massage spa.

intak would be lying if said he wasn’t giggling and kicking his feet at the idea of just the two of you alone in such an intimate session. was he risking his career for this? possibly. could he find a way to cover this up to his coworkers and supervisor? that was an issue for later.

right now, as he unlocked the front door with you standing behind him, his heart was pounding. he really couldn’t believe he was doing this just for you, but he was curious as to what was going to happen now after the incident.

“if you want, you can just sit here while i get the room prepped,” intak smiles at you, pointing to the massage table. you sit down, still clothed, legs hanging off the side as you watch intak prepare everything that would be needed for the next 90 minutes. you were curious since you never got to see the behind-the-scenes before your usual appointments.

intak leaves and lets you change and get comfortable, shouting for him once you’re ready like he instructed since it was just the two of you.

the massage starts like normal, everything being the exact same as every other time you’re laying on this very table. but there’s something else in the air that’s distracting you.

something about the two of you being alone in such an intimate environment, really getting to feel his hands make their way across your skin, especially after all the flirting and tension that has been growing between the two of you, has you hot and bothered.

even thinking about how flustered he got when you were moaning out to tease him just a week ago has your thighs pressing together to give you some relief.

intak notices right away. “just relax and keep breathing for me, pretty,” he mumbles. he’s working on the backs of your thighs, fingers dancing so close to where you want him. he’s gently pulling your legs apart to knead into the supple skin, but you let out a whimper at his actions.

“are you okay?” he asks, slightly breathless. you hope he’s thinking the same thing as you before you inhale and exhale deeply.

“intak… can you please touch me?” you ask just loud enough for him to hear, your breath catching in your throat.

“i… i’m massaging you, y/n. what do you mean touch you?” his fingers stop in their tracks and his ears perk up because of how nicely you asked, catching him off guard.

you use your arms to push your upper body off of the table, moving your hair to one side as you look back at him, one of your arms coming across your chest to cover yourself slightly.

intak’s big puppy eyes don’t leave yours as soon as your eyes lock with his.

“please… i need you here,” you say, wiggling your butt with his hands still placed on your skin there.

intak all but gasps, blood rushing straight down after hearing how desperate you sound. his fingers trail up cautiously while he feels your eyes still on him. he swipes a finger across your slit which is now dripping with arousal.

“shit,” he mutters. “do you get this wet every time i give you a massage?” he asks gingerly, his eyes nearly burning a hole through the towel that’s covering your butt.

“intak…” you whine. “can you just take the towel off my ass please?” you ask desperately, your upper body dropping back onto the massage table after losing strength at the slightest feeling of his fingers.

intak swallows thickly, getting rid of the dry feeling he was getting from gawking at you with his mouth open, and obliges.

“are you sure you want this? here? now?” he’s asking. you lift your head to look at him again. his cheeks are a deep shade of red.

“intak i swear to god,” you huff. you had to admit the consent was hot. he literally had you at the palm of his hand and he was still asking if you were okay. “yes. yes i want this, please just-” you’re cut off by your own gasp as he pulls the towel off, his fingers come back to your slit, sliding down to your clit once. you let out a sigh at the relief his digits are providing you.

“so fucking wet,” intak whispers and you almost miss it. you hear the cap to the massage oil pop open before you feel a warm liquid being poured onto your ass and it sends butterflies to your stomach. he uses both hands to massage and spread your cheeks with the oil and you do nothing to stop the noises that are escaping your lips.

as one hand continues gripping and groping your ass, his other fingers are back on your pussy and he groans at the sight of you, oiled up and sprawled out for him. he presses a single digit to your hole which flutters at the contact before pulling away, making you whine.

“what’s wrong, pretty?” he asks, feigning concern as he starts drawing slow circles on your clit. you feel his weight on the table as he sits on it by your leg. you wiggle back at him, not trusting your voice right now.

“intaaak,” you whine out, getting frustrated that he was still talking to you like you weren’t at his complete mercy.

“go on, you’ve got it,” he encourages, biting back a smile. “tell me what you want…”

“please,” you breathe out. he barely moves. once you realize that wasn’t enough you continue. “please… i want- i need your fingers,” you barely manage to squeak out the words.

fortunately for you, this was enough for intak. he pours more oil over your cunt, not that you needed it, but there was something about seeing your pussy glistening between his fingers that had his head reeling. he pushes your legs further apart and uses both hands to slowly spread your folds apart, almost like it’s part of the massage routine.

you’re doing nothing to bite back your moans, but you don’t miss his soft grunts in response just from seeing you and hearing your noises for him.

“you’re so cute when you beg for me, pretty,” intak mumbles. his sinfully sweet words paired with one of his soft fingers sinking into your impossibly slick cunt has you breathless. he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he watches you suck his finger back in each time he thrusts out, feeling your walls fluttering around his digit.

“letting me take care of you like this…” intak revels in the sight of you laying on the table all sprawled out for him. he adds another finger, eyebrows furrowing at how tight you are. “shit, baby you’re so tight,” intak grits.

you feel his other hand leave your ass, snaking its way around to your clit. he’s now massaging your pussy with both of his hands and the stimulation has you going lightheaded. you so badly wish you could see his face, but you’re stuck on your stomach, staring at the ground.

the longer his fingers are between your legs, toying with your most sensitive parts, the tighter the knot in your stomach gets. intak can feel the way you’re clenching around his fingers. he can hear your staggered breaths. he sees the way your thighs start to shake.

“you’re gonna cum aren’t you, pretty?” he asks in the sweetest voice. his fingers quicken their pace both inside of you and on your clit, and you feel the band about to snap.

“yes! yes, f-fuck… intak please,” you manage to get out between moans.

“you’re so sweet, pretty... i don’t even have to ask you to beg… you just do it anyway…” intak is in awe. how was he so lucky to be experiencing this right now? “go on, cum for me.”

hot white flashes behind your eyes as you cum, your walls constricting his fingers like they don’t want them to leave. and he doesn’t.

intak doesn’t stop stroking your gummy walls, nor does he stop circling your clit with the smooth tips of his fingers. he’s pumping his digits even faster and deeper in you than before, determined to make you cum again.

“intak!” you gasp, body writhing at the overwhelming sensations. but intak doesn’t hear you. his eyes are laser focused on your cunt, not stopping his movements. “intak, it’s… it’s too much, please!”

“oh, pretty,” he coos. “i’m sure you can take another one, can’t you?” he asks gently. the contrast between the sweet tone of his voice and the harsh movement of his fingers has your eyes rolling back. you feel another band tightening deep in your stomach this time and it makes you squeal.

he coaxes another orgasm out of you, and truth be told he could do this forever. between the cute noises leaving you and the way your pussy grips onto his fingers, he can’t get enough of you. your body squirms under his touch and you’re met with post-orgasm shudders.

intak finally lets up, pulling his fingers out of you slowly. he watches your hole clench around nothing, streaks of oil and cum smeared on your inner thighs.

you pull yourself up again on your elbows as best as you can, head turning to look at intak who’s already looking at you with a shit-eating grin on his face. he’s holding up his fingers which are covered in your slick for you to see. you wince at him before he’s putting his fingers in his mouth, tongue cleaning them up with a groan.

“oh… now i really need to taste you,” intak sighs out, moving toward you.

“what happened to hello, how are you?” you ask in disbelief. a smile makes its way to your lips as you notice him pouting at you, his sweet puppy eyes on full display.

“hello, how are you, pretty?” he asks, smiling at you now. he kneels down next to you. “i know this is really backwards but… can i take you out for dinner?” he asks shyly. you pretend to think about it, his eyes not leaving your face as he waits for your answer.

“hmm…” you start, noticing his lips moving into a pout again. “i would love to go out with you, intak.” you both are smiling like idiots, coming to realize what really just happened at his workplace of all places.

“i can’t believe we just did that,” intak laughs.

“yeah but were you gonna make the first move if i didn’t?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“oh shut up,” he replies, his cheeks turning pink.

[wontune]

✿𝒇. jae wook ( ator ) lockscreens

[icbgwy]

crush/boyfriend headcanons ꕥ kwon jae-sung

synopsis : kwon makes a lovely boyfriend despite his cold demeanor towards everyone.

genre : fluff, mild angst

warning(s) : creepy men implied

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who absolutely hates sweets. he prefers spicy foods all the way but he can’t help but devour the homemade chocolates you gift him every year for valentine’s day.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who sucks at baking. white day falls a month after valentine’s day so he decides that the only gift suitable for such occasion was homemade pastries. only one problem though, kwon can’t follow recipes to save his life. so after a few attempts he calls you for help, turning it into a fun baking date.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who insists on walking you home every night after practice. he knows your a good fighter better than most of the guys on the team but it helps ease his mind that he’s there to protect you from the evil of the world. he needs to know that your safe because he can’t imagine what he would do if you ever got hurt.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who says words of endearment in korean. although kwon is a confident guy he can’t help but feel shy when it comes to telling you how he truly feels.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who can’t communicate. at the beginning of the relationship kwon hated being vulnerable, especially with you. he can’t seem to tell you about the things that bother him. which leads him to ignoring you. after a much needed confrontation conversation on your part, he decides to open up about his worries.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who struggles with affection. as much as he loves you, it still feels very foreign to him to receive verbal affection. sure he’s had his fair share of admirers but with you it’s different. he’s still not used to the compliments that dig into the very core of his being.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who thinks social media is stupid. he claims he doesn’t care for it because he’s such a busy guy. like who needs social media anyways? he does. his feed is filled with pictures of the two of you, making it abundantly clear to everyone that he has the most amazing girlfriend ever.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who loves to match. at first he thought it was embarrassing. why would a tough guy like him want to have a matching pink sanrio keychains with his girlfriend? but it started to grow on him after seeing how cute you looked while asking him. who is he to deny his lovely girlfriend?

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[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE JAE YEOL (JAY HONG) HEADCANONS

You were the new student at the Jaewon High school and the teacher asked you to introduce yourself to everyone in the class. A certain blonde haired guy with his bangs covering his eyes surveyed you with slight interest. He could feel slight warmth settling inside him as he looked at you and your features. Your smile was enchanting and captivating. You sat next to him and extended your hand out to him with a warm friendly smile on your face. He simply blushed slightly and turned away without shaking your hand. You could tell he wasn't trying to be rude, he was just shy. You got to know later on his name was Jay Hong and was given the nickname of being the prince of the fashion department

Apart from Daniel, you're the other person who could understand Jay. Whenever you'd ask him if he'd like to go out with you somewhere he'd nod with a slight smile. You've never heard him talk but it doesn't bother you too much since you could understand him. You make him feel so...warm and contended, you make him feel heard despite not talking out loud. He loves it when you smile, he always wants to see you smiling and being happy, he doesn't like seeing you sad or upset. The other day you got a lousy score on one of your tests and you were down in the dumps. Not even the incessant needling from Zack telling you to cheer up since it's a stupid test worked on you and you were pretty bummed out about it. After the lunch period was done, Jay strode over to your desk and handed you a bag and as you opened inside it and looked in it, you saw your favorite chocolates, goodies and treats along with a heartwarming little encouraging note from him. You thanked him and ended up giving him a hug and he felt like his heart would stop beating at the moment. He wanted to hold you in his arms forever and never let go of you

He'll fall for you real fast and real hard too. When he does, he catches obsessive feelings for you quite quickly too which will result in him getting rather sulky and pouty when you talk to other people, excluding Daniel. You had to work on an assignment with Zack once and the entire time, Jay sat right smack in between you both despite the complaints from Zack on how he had to deal with an annoying blonde the whole time. However Jay didn't give a damn. He'd rather shoot someone than have them steal you away from him. Just because he's quiet and shy and nice to YOU doesn't mean he has to be nice to the other annoying people who try to steal you away from him. It annoyed and frustrated him to no end when the teacher refused to let him be your partner even after asking him to change your partner so he could be with you. However he couldn't do anything about it since you actually liked the teacher and he knew you'd be sad if the teacher left and he doesn't want to see you sad

You can bet your allowance he will stalk the absolute daylights out of you and will always have your location one way or another. Say goodbye to your privacy since there'll always be someone or the other in the shadows to ensure your safety. He has FILES of your likes, dislikes and his assistant gives him an update of everything that happens in your life. He knows you better than you know yourself by now and he takes great pride in that and could probably write a freaking thesis about you and your personality. He has unfinished love letters that he wanted to give you but couldn't bring himself to do so because he didn't want to ruin your friendship with him. Poor guy would be devastated if you started ignore him, something in him will just break. Look, he can tolerate insults and anger and people hitting him but you ignoring him is much worse

Like I mentioned before, don't underestimate the way he fights just because he never really interacts or fights on common occasions, there's a reason you should always watch out for the quiet ones. He would never forgive someone trying to hurt you, he'd send them a one way ticket to the hospital with zero remorse and empathy. Have you seen the way he fights? His moves are fast and quick and it's all thanks to his training with the one and only Alexandra Sophia herself, learning a variety combination of mixed martial arts which he'll put to good use so he can protect you. If Logan ends up picking on you or making disgusting lecherous comments about you, he'll just walk over to him silently without even saying anything and just break his hand like it's nothing. Logan will have a natural hatred for blondes now thanks to him lol

Jay will get slightly pouty and jealous and sulky when you receive gifts from someone else. He'll quickly find a way to one up them because...he's Jay Hong after all. Oh, someone gave you a nice dress for your birthday? Well, here's 5 duffel bags full of the most fashionable clothes that are trending these days. Someone gifted you a new gadget? You'll have plenty more from him. He'll just walk up to you with a smile on his face and set the bags down for you. Of course, he finds it rather endearing and cute when you end up getting flustered and embarrassed like this and will not accept a no from you. You're going to accept his gifts and tokens of love for you and no, you don't get to have a say in this

Like the others he doesn't want you getting involved in gang stuff. The last thing he needs is for you to get targeted by some gang member but he's not really worried though even if that happens because he'll probably just murder them and find a way to cover up the body. Hey, when it comes to you, he's willing to do anything to make sure you're safe. What's a few dead bodies and gang members going to do anyway? He insists on dropping you off home on his bike and this is something you don't get to have a say on either. He'll just silently stand there and put his helmet on your head and gesture for you to get on his bike. He'd rather not take any chances when you're walking down the streets. He gets quite flustered when your arms are wrapped around his torso though, he'll be a blushing mess under his helmet and will be smiling smiling to himself, basking in the warmth and your soft gentle touch

He's not someone to play mind games with you or gas light you, he's too pure for that. He doesn't want to hurt you. However if your safety is being threatened, he won't hesitate to snatch you up from your life faster than you can even blink. You'll find yourself in a well furnished room on a soft large bed as you wake up. You'll of course, be quite confused as to what's happening and Jay will silently come into the room with a tray of your favorite things and set it down on the table beside the bed for you. When you ask him whether you can leave, he'll simply shake his head and refuse to let you go. You might not be bound by ropes or chains to the bed but that doesn't mean you'll be able to escape either. His loyal assistant is always there to observe you and snitch on you the moment you try anything funny

The security systems and the locks will be quite advanced and you won't be able to leave. By mistake even if you end up leaving, he'll just bring you back. He'll look at you with a slightly hurt look on his face and is sad that you tried to leave him but he understands why you'd leave him, you probably feel trapped and he gets your feeling. Which is why he'll take you out for private little outings to places he knows you'll enjoy. Just don't leave his hand, he needs to prevent you from running away again. However when it comes to someone stealing you from him...he won't have any mercy or remorse for them. They'll either get blacklisted from a company or their social status would be ruined or something. He'd do it secretly of course, without you ever finding out about it since he doesn't want you thinking that he's some sort of monster

He'll be quite hurt and devastated when you initially try to withhold yourself from eating anything and refusing to eat food. He'll look at you with the expression of a kicked puppy and a small tear will roll down his eye as he silently pleads and cajoles you to eat. He doesn't want anything happening your health, he loves you too much for that. Would you like for him to feed you because he's ready for that too. Just please eat something

He'd be flustered whenever you hug him or show him even the slightest of affection but he still loves it nonetheless. He loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, he'll let out a soft hum and look at you with a soft smile, like he has the world in front of his eyes. He'd like to touch your hair too and caress your cheek lovingly if you'd permit him too of course. He wouldn't do anything you're uncomfortable with since he's quite the gentleman. He likes holding your hand too and entwining and wrapping his fingers in yours as he kisses the back of your hand ever so gently. Overall, as a yandere, he'd be a nice one to have. Pretty chill and laid back who would ensure you're always by his side no matter what...

[yandere-wishes]

i would give just about anything for some master sol content (from the acolyte? 🥺) maybe him realizing he has feelings for you and tries to restrain himself from acting in them, but ultimately finds himself too enamored with you 👉🏻👈🏻

I love master Sol sm!! 🥺🥺 he's so perfect ♥️💖

"There is no emotion. There is peace. There is no ignorance. There is knowledge. There is no passion. There is serenity"

He repeats the words like a sermon, devotion in tone, in mind. "No emotion only peace." There's a temporary flash. Some poltergeist daring to intrupt the idyllic room. Sol keeps his eyes closed, praying to the force. Exorcism on his tongue.

He sees the stars, the cosmic waves, and then...

And then your face smiling back at him. Between the debris of an asteroid field.

Sol isn't use to this.

To feelings so potent they threaten to suffocate. He's use to serenity, peace. A clear mind operating on the code he was brought up on. He's taken the clarity of a jedi molded mind for granted. He misses the halcyon.

You haunt him, sinking your teeth into his heart and bleeding him dry. He's thinking of you every moment, trying desprealty to push down the specter that dances across his sight.

Your ghost looms filling the air with a potent presence. Sols fingers reach out. caressing air and emptiness. He longs to feel your smaller hand in his.

"Master sol, are you willing to train padawan (y/n) for the afternoon?". Vernestra Rwoh's voice is pin needles tearing into his frail heart strings sol doesn't know how much restrain he can show when your physically there. Force, help him. He needs to feel you. Worship your body with saccharine feverous kisses. Feel your soft fingers running through his hair.

"Yes, I can..."

[takadokii]

a touch worth dying for !! .ೃ࿐

pairing gojo x gn!reader summary satoru is reckless, ready to meet death if he has to, to get you to at least look at him. he doesn't want to tell you that you're the first person he lets touch him in years and simply appreciates that you're so gentle. warnings minor descriptions of wounds wc 700

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This has never happened before, Satoru thinks.

His eyes are glued to your movements, gentle hands gliding up and down his arm, turning it and moving it around as you please. And he lets you, of course.

The pain he feels is new, foreign. The aching that consumes his body feels like a distant memory, one before he had learned to control his Infinity. One when the world was still able to reach him. 

There’s a gash that’s covering his chest, and his lower lip is bust open, the blood that had dripped down already wiped away by a cloth, though all he remembers about that was the way you held his chin so gently with the other hand.

“I don’t know what you were thinking,” you continue to scold him as you scan the rest of his body for injuries, starting off with his arms as you carefully settle your fingertips against his skin and letting it trail up his arm.

He shrugs at your words, though he actually does have a vague memory of what he was thinking when purposefully deactivating his Infinity in the middle of getting attacked by a curse. 

At that moment, his eyes met yours, and he recalled a few days ago when he heard your laughter echo through the hallway. He followed it before he had time to think about what he was doing and was met with a sight that made his heart stop. There you were, kneeling, tending to his best friend's wounds with soft, caring touches. 

All he could think about, as the sharp teeth of the curse were heading his way, was the feeling of your skin on his. 

He was bruised and bleeding in a way that hadn’t happened since he was four at best, and still, seeing you now, a strand of hair slipping from behind your ear as you lower your head to inspect his body, he couldn’t help but think it was worth it.

The most obvious injury, a giant gash along his torso, had already been somewhat tended to, and despite using your Cursed Technique, it didn’t heal fully, so you continued to dab the wound as blood dripped from it in a steady rhythm.

He wasn’t sure if you could feel it, your hand on his lower abdomen when just inches above, his heart was pounding at being so close to you, so vulnerable and exposed to you in more ways than he had ever known.

He wants you to see him like this. He realised as he watched Suguru get tended to in envy.

Satoru is aware it’s a twisted and wrong desire of his, but he can’t help but revel in the way you look so worried about him. 

He’d do it all over again, he knows, just to keep your eyes on him a little longer. 

“Isn’t the whole point of Infinity that nothing can touch you?”

He just hums along. 

“But you let that curse touch you?” You’re still confused. In the months you’ve known him, this has never happened before, especially not in a high-stakes situation.

And you. He thinks, well aware of your fingers pressing a little harsher against his wound now.

“I was distracted,” he finally answers, the shrug he gives you is lazy, and it provokes you even more.

You click your tongue and lick your lips, the tissue you held up to his wound wasn’t as bloodied as the other ones, and so you reach for the bandages now that his bleeding had slowed down.

He lets his eyes linger on your lips, the bottom one pulled between your teeth as you focus on wrapping it around his torso. He likes that you’re too lazy to walk around him, so whenever you have to reach behind him, your face is inches from his chest for a second.

When you’re finally done, your shoulders slump, and you meet his eyes.

You look tired, he realises, and suddenly, a pang of guilt washes over him.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” he says. It’s sincere, and you know it, but you return his gaze with mixed emotions, your frown showing your confusion and your anger all the same.

You reach for his hand, the very first time, almost instinctively. Not because he’s hurt but simply because you want to touch him, and he lets you.

“Go get some sleep.”

im sorry i havent published in so long, ill try to get more side chapters out while working on the main one, though getting the main story done is my priority of course!

i love you all soo much and i want to say thank you again for being patient and reading my silly little stories.

much love, jae <3

[sapphicyanli]

the potential toxic rivalry yuri these two couldve went down the path to....both from low class....both have been underestimated by men....but sun ah seek revenge to the rich that had harmed them but jin joo instead trying to fix the system by becoming a judge....good god