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cherrycheolkat · 2 days ago

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Hi! I love your works! For the bingo list can I request monster with cheol? I loved the mingyu one a lot

Thank you! 🫶🏻

so demon!cheol is maybe a bit different, but i hope you like him - he needs his own long fic tbh

♡ kat

bingo squares: monster

pairing: choi seungcheol x f!reader

genres: monster!seungchoel, demon!seungcheol, magic au, fluff, dark themes (they can both exist)

summary: y/n is stuck with the most useless demon to exist until he suddenly makes himself very useful

word count: 2.9k

warnings: monster fucking, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, cum eating, monster dick, breeding kink if you squint, eggs (iykyk), implied impregnation

having your own demon was largely useless. at least if that demon was seungcheol. his most useful feature was running errands - like picking up milk and cat litter.

but the rest of the time, he mainly spent lounging around your apartment, usually reading whatever books were around. in fact, your book collection seemed to have suspiciously grown of its own accord since you ‘inherited’ him from your grandmother. you weren’t sure where he was getting them from, since half of them were in an italian dialect that your phone couldn’t recognize, but there they were, taking up space, just like seungcheol.

having never really met your family, it had been shocking to have a demon show up and knock on your door, to say the least. in fact, you treated him like you would treat any psycho off the street and slammed the door in his face and locked all the locks.

except, surprise, he could basically walk through walls. which he did whenever it was least convenient, like when you were showering and he had some random deep thoughts to share about a news article (you canceled your new yorker subscription because of him).

or when you were napping, and he wanted to play animal crossing.

or when you were dead asleep and he wanted to play the cat restaurant game on your phone.

he refused to have his own phone. because yours existed, and he only liked the cat game and sometimes wordle when he was “acutely bored.”

you often wondered if killing him had any consequences. especially since you had already tried breaking whatever it was that bound you together, but that apparently involved some ancient-level crap beyond burning sage, so you had given up. but would you be prosecuted for slaying a demonic creature, you wondered, but decided he would probably just show back up, no worse for wear.

not to mention, you had been in a fairly foul mood lately. very snappy with everyone - you scowled at a baby for fuck’s sake. so you decided you needed a little personal reset, and that meant getting the worst excuse for a demon ever, out of your hair, at least for an hour if you were lucky.

your plan was simple - give him an insane amount of errands that required him to roughly hit up every borough of the city. you made a tediously long list of things you needed - you fully knew that besides refusing a cell phone, he refused to use his abilities (whatever those were) to get around the city, not to mention he said he found the subway “enlightening.” you rolled your eyes, making detailed notes of exactly which market he needed to visit for which item.

in all reality - if someone really questioned you, you would have to admit that, despite how obnoxious you often found seungcheol, he was insanely handsome and maybe intimidating - at least based on the way people literally moved out of his way on the sidewalk, which was perhaps his most impressive trait.

but he was also persistently around you and with zero boundaries, which meant you couldn’t just invite someone over for a quick fuck. you needed some time to do it yourself, maybe even a few times. and then you would feel like mary-sunshine again. but you needed him out of the apartment! especially since he had been showing up in your dreams lately, which was really fucking with your mind. his handsome face invading your dreams had to end.

but even as you were making your insane list, you could feel him hovering around you. when you felt his chin rest on your shoulder, you wanted to elbow him in the stomach.

“why do you want mixed olives from there? there are already olives here, and you hate those,” he commented, his husky voice way too close for comfort.

“some recipe i found,” you mumbled.

“but you can’t stand them,” he tried again.

you shrugged, and he only leaned closer, his arms gently encircling you as he read your jumbled handwriting. you were mostly used to this too. he had an infuriating way of getting very close, sometimes without you even noticing. you thought it was solely to annoy, but no, he genuinely didn’t seem to understand why you constantly tried to have space from him - and made up for it by crowding you even more when any opportunity presented itself. it was a losing battle.

you had given up explaining to him how your bed was yours because he insisted on napping there after watching whatever daytime tv show he was suddenly obsessed with - and that was months ago.

but today, he would be out of the apartment. you were making sure of that. no random appearances. just peace and quiet and you and your vibrator doing god’s work.

you finished the list and turned, pressing it to his chest, “if you wouldn’t mind doing the one thing you do for me.”

he watched you for a moment like he was on the verge offering some pithy response, but he just sighed and took the list. and then proceeded to take ages to actually leave. you stood watching him fumble around for who knows what, tapping your foot impatiently because you hadn’t considered that even him leaving could be such a production.

“stop glaring at me,” he called out, “i’m leaving, okay - to run all of your precious errands,” he was annoyed, but at least he was walking out the door. you ran behind him to lock it.

and finally, you could get down to business. you practically ran to your room and dove under the covers. this was a timed thing - you couldn’t waste a second.

you pulled up some very dubious porn, but whatever - it was for the greater good. you didn’t bother taking off your sleep shorts and underwear, just shoving your vibrator down your pants where you needed it most and proceeding as required - lube wasn’t a luxury you could afford in the race to have several uninterrupted orgasms.

but no - no, no, no - you’re brain froze. you had felt the small shift next to you in bed. your eyes went wide, then squeezed shut as you tried to stop everything you set in motion. you were dreaming - this wasn’t real.

but no, it was real - because he spoke. “when you’re finished can i have your phone?” he whispered, he was lying on what you begrudgingly acknowledged was his side of the bed.

how was it that this was the one time you wanted him out of the house, and he basically made everything appear from thin air all because he wanted to play the cat restaurant game. on your phone, which was in your bedroom. with you. playing the kind of porn you would rather die than confess to watching, while you were furiously trying to stimulate your clit.

you froze completely - you were mortified, but also how was this your life, you wondered.

he poked you cheek gently, “y/n? i need to check my tips jar - it maxes out at 40,00 little fish monies.”

“seungcheol, fuck off,” you whispered with every ounce of civility you could muster.

“you’re almost finished - just like a minute or so and then i check my game,” he trailed off.

you thought you might combust, turning to look at him, “I’LL BE FINISHED IN A MINUTE? no! and you know what? no more cat cafe!”

“cat restaurant, actually,” he corrected, smiling - dimples on full display.

“i don’t fucking care! no more cat-based food games on my phone, i’m deleting them and your games account!”

“noooo,” he whined, as you navigated to the games hub - he was suddenly straddling you and fighting for your phone - he could pry it from your semi-warm dead hand as far as you were concerned.

you wrestled back and forth until he finally had you trapped under him using what felt like more than his body weight.

“don’t you dare delete my account,” you were surprised to see his eyes were a glowing deep blue instead of their normal dark-coffee brown, “do you know how many ads i’ve sat through to expand my cat empire, y/n - i finally have the little spa area open,” he sounded so serious and simultaneously so ridiculous.

you glared at him, trying to focus all your rage on him for ruining your afternoon of solo sex.

he stared at you for a moment, swallowing hard - “look what if i help you with your endeavor, and then you won’t need to do anything permanent,” he offered, his eyes drifting towards your phone, which only made you tighten your grip on it.

“helping me with my problem would be you disappearing forever,” your voice was more acidic than you meant it to be.

he immediately pouted, “look, it’s a genuine offer, okay - i do have experience,” he stared at you with big, round eyes that could unquestionably peer into your soul.

you groaned dramatically and tried to pull out of his grip, which was completely useless. “what is it with you and the cat games?” you asked out of pure exasperation. you had already given up on an orgasm, having switched your vibrator off almost the instant you heard his voice.

“you know, you sit down and watch happy little animals sit and eat and eat and sit - you just get to turn your brain off for a bit, it’s nice,” he shrugged, still watching you.

you stared at him for a moment, finally sighing, “just get out, okay, let me change and you can have your game back,” you folded like a sad, wet paper bag.

you closed your eyes, waiting for him to let go of you and leave. instead, you felt a small kiss on your cheek. your eyes snapped open to find him still leaning over you.

“let me help,” he said, voice gentle, his hands squeezing your wrists softly.

you wanted to smack him - him and his stupid cute face. why couldn’t he just actually go to the stores like you had asked, you wondered to yourself.

he rolled his eyes, leaning down to whisper, “because i know when you’re up to something,” his lips brushed your skin.

it was genuinely trying on your mental faculties that he knew what you were thinking. literally, every thought. it was why he never even asked for the passcode for your phone. and why he regularly answered questions you never verbalized.

“so then you could have just let me have time to myself,” you pouted.

“mmmh, but i can be so much more helpful with this little project, instead of going to get the olives i know you don’t like from a store across town in the rain,” he whispered and nipped teasingly at your earlobe.

you shivered from the contact. you tried to make your mind blank, not exactly wanting him to know how good it already felt to be under him - he already knew too much about you. and this would only serve as reasons for him to be clingier.

“maybe i don’t want help,” you whispered, your anger growing at the intrusion.

he nuzzled closer, “i don’t think that’s true since you keep drafting messages to the guy you met a few weeks ago,” he whispered, kissing your throat gently.

you felt the gentle pressure of his teeth on your throat and whined softly - the feeling was indescribably good. he purred, knowing you liked it, as his lips teased lower. his tongue marking your throat and collarbones. he worked his hands under your shirt, leaning up enough to pull it over your head. the way he gazed down at you was unexpected - his normal apathy was gone. his hands went to your breasts, massaging them, his thumbs brushing over your already pebbled nipples - he was gentle, taking his time teasing you before he dipped his head down, his lips making contact with the sensitive skin of your tits. you felt his teeth graze your skin as he sucked one nipple and then the other.

he finally leaned up, looking a bit disheveled, and licking his lips, “i want them full,” he murmured. you weren’t completely sure what he meant, but you didn’t really care either as he made his way down your body, leaving a trail of kisses and bites. he pulled off your sleep shorts and underwear and lifted your hips so he could easily work his tongue between your slick folds, finding your clit almost immediately.

the way he sucked the bud between his lips was mind numbing - you couldn’t help reaching down to grab his hair roughly, wanting him to know what you were feeling in the moment. your whines and moans weren’t enough, he needed to feel you gripping his long hair and pulling it every time his tongue made the most perfect contact. and when he added his fingers, you entered another plane of existence, pulling his hair, arching off the bed and moaning his name in a way that should have been embarrassing. it was like you had never been properly touched by a man in your life, and you were finally learning what pleasure was.

you came quickly - your cum rushing past his fingers, which he seemed to enjoy based on the way he licked into you, lapping at your opening. you could feel his tongue working impossibly deep inside you. you knew without asking that he wanted you to come again.

his fingers worked your clit while his tongue was still exploring your sticky walls, and you felt it again, the sweetest pleasure flowing through every part of your body. he leaned up, licking his lips, giving your pussy a gentle smack.

“feeling better?” he asked, almost sounding sincere.

you sighed and nodded, “much better.” you didn’t move, but found yourself wondering if he was as god at fucking as he was at eating pussy.

he grinned, his hands tracing over your hips and stomach, “is that what you want now - my cock stretching you open,” he glanced up, watching you for a second before glancing back down.

you could feel the way his fingers were carefully prodding your stomach - it was almost like he was looking for something.

“is your dick as good as i think?”

he nodded without looking up, “you won’t even know what to compare it to,” he grinned, voice smug.

you didn’t say anything - you just watched him undress, noiticing how good he looked, and that, at least from your angle, his cock looked fairly average. but then he was between your legs again, kissing you, licking into you, “you have no idea how perfect you are,” he whispered, his fingers still working to prep you.

you had thought it often enough, and you knew he knew, but you found yourself confessing how gorgeous you found him. he smiled, kissing you just as he began sliding his cock inside you, “let me make you full,” he whispered when he started to move. you nodded, not caring what he did because you knew how perfect it felt.

you were sure you were even slicker than before as he began moving inside you, but even though you could feel how thick and long his cock was, you knew you were taking every inch of him without any pain. it didn’t matter how brutal his pace was either, you only felt the pleasure of him stretching you wider than you thought possible - going deeper than you knew was possible - you were sure you could feel his dick slamming into your stomach with every thrust. you wanted to feel how deep inside you he was, but he kept pinning your hands back against the mattress, thrusting harder.

“i’m exactly as deep as you think, pet,” he groaned, snapping his hips, “i can go even further if you want.”

you laughed softly, even as you heard the deep, shivering moan that came from him. you felt the odd sensation of something entering you - not his cock or fingers, something cool and almost heavy - you orgasmed, seeing bright lights flashing behind your eyelids as you felt the same sensation, something entering you - something smooth and round going deep inside and clinging to your inner walls.

“you’re really doing it?” you managed to whisper.

he moaned, “told you i want you full,” he whispered, voice ragged as you felt another object pumped into your cunt, “want to breed you full, pet - make you mine forever,” he whispered, finally pulling out.

you stayed in his arms after, enjoying how safe you felt.

“i’ve never given them to anyone before,” he whispered, kissing your temple.

you fell asleep cradled against him, your cervix full of his precious eggs.

a/n: i love writing cheol, especially cheol in magical aus because low key i had this idea and now i want to know way more about him

♡ kat

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spiderb00 · 21 hours ago

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- Fam out #6

Sophia Laforteza x reader

“You and Sophia never fight, so imagine Yoonchae's surprise when she found out she would have to postpone her plan for a few more days”

Genre – Fluff Warnings – Sophia and Yn fight, but it's the usual fam out cuteness

(request)

Now playing – Compass, by The Neighbourhood

The towel on the bed was grabbed roughly, Sophia's hands squeezing the fabric tightly as she hurried downstairs. It wasn't the first time it had happened, but Sophia always let it go, every time it happened she just took a deep breath and put the towel away, talking to you about it and listening to the embarrassed apologies that came out of your mouth. But this time, she was tired.

As soon as you appeared in Sophia's field of vision, the towel she was holding was thrown over you, covering the view you had of the television. “Seriously, Yn!”

You quickly tried to get the towel off your head, but it seems you weren't quick enough, because now your character was on the ground, while some other player was stealing the items that were yours. “NO! Sophia, you made me lose.”

“I don't care about your stupid game! How many times have I told you not to leave a wet towel on the bed? Seriously, Yn. How old are you? Five years old?” Running a hand through her hair in frustration, Sophia watched you get up, while throwing the towel on the sofa.

“Yeah, but what was the point of waiting until I'd finished the match?” You say, barely having time to react when the video game controller is snatched from your hand and thrown onto the sofa.

“I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOUR GAME!” Sophia says, coming closer to you, making you automatically take a step back. “THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU'D PUT THINGS IN THE RIGHT PLACES!”

“I PUT THINGS IN THE RIGHT PLACES!” The look Sophia gave you made you think about all your life choices, and lower your voice the next second. “I mean... I put things in the right places.”

“No, you don't! I've been complaining about your towel on the bed for weeks, but what do you do? You keep leaving the towel on the bed!” Sophia says, making your head spin.

The shouting, the complaining, you know it's your fault, but it was all making you a bit dizzy. “I just forgot...”

“You didn't forget. You're acting like a damn child, you were addicted to this stupid game and you're simply forgetting the basic things you used to do.” Sophia said.

She was frustrated too, not just about the towel, but because she'd missed you lately. You were spending so much time on your video game that you were forgetting about her. It had been weeks since you and Sophia had gone out together, weeks since you had done anything nice, or romantic, or even “family”. All because of that stupid video game.

“Well, I have the right to have a bit of fun too. Maybe I'd like to be with my company, be alone for a bit too!” You say, without thinking.

Laughing sarcastically, Sophia pushes your chest, making you fall onto the sofa. past you, the Filipino girl picked up her phone, putting on her shoes and texting someone.

“What are you doing?” You said, getting up from the sofa quickly.

“I'm going out. You want your space, have your space!”

The deafening slam of the door was the last thing you heard, trying to follow Sophia only to see an Uber pull up in front of both your houses.

It was Thursday, the silence in the house bothered you, any noise could be heard, and that made you feel empty. The days have gone by very slowly, since your fight with Sophia, you've been getting more and more upset, the thought that things didn't have to come to this, the thought that it was all a stupid fight, the thought that you could have avoided it. It was stupid.

You wanted to make up with Sophia, to tell her that you'd been an idiot, that you'd been childish, that she was right and that she could come home now, because you missed her so much. But unfortunately, since that day, you haven't been able to see Sophia, you've respected her space, but you couldn't lie in saying that your heart didn't race every time she sent you a message.

“Yoonchae is waiting for you.”

“Come back at eight, we have appointments the next morning.”

Parking the car in front of the Kats' house, you waited for Yoonchae to get out, seeing the younger girl running towards you. “Hey, kiddo! I missed you.”

Yoonchae didn't really understand why you and Sophia were fighting, she just assumed it must be something serious, since you've never fought before. How wrong she was... “I missed you too. It's very strange to see you and Sophia apart.”

As you got into the car, you sighed at Yoonchae's words, you knew that it affected her too, even if only a little. She was used to you and Sophia going out together, spoiling her constantly, looking after her like two mother tigers look after their cubs, and now, it was like she was missing out on part of a good thing.

“I know...” You say, starting to drive through the streets towards the mall, where Yoonchae would spend all your money. “I'm sorry about that, it was just a stupid fight...”

“But you'll fix it, right?” Yoonchae's question made your heart skip a few beats.

Honestly, you had no idea. You and Sophia had never fought like this, you'd never gone more than a day without speaking to each other, you hoped it would never happen, and if it did, it wouldn't be because of something stupid you'd done.

Giving a tight-lipped smile, you glanced at Yoonchae briefly, only to see the younger girl already looking at you for some kind of confirmation, anything that might reassure her. “Yeah, of course.”

Boy, you were so lost.

The clock on your wrist read 8:30 p.m., and you knew Sophia was going to kill you. Damn it, she was already mad at you, and now this? But it wasn't your fault that you were having so much fun with Yoonchae, the younger girl's happiness was making you forget your responsibilities.

“You're late!” Sophia was already at the door, she was probably spying on the car through the window, and when you parked, she was already ready to unleash the dogs on you.

“Sorry, we lost track of time...” Yoonchae tries to explain, lifting the shopping bags as if that justifies everything.

“We have appointments early tomorrow morning, and you know she has trouble getting up early, Yn!”

“I don't...” Yoonchae tried.

“I know, I'm sorry, we were just having fun. It's been a while since we've seen each other.”

“You could see more of her if you came here. Or were you still glued to the video game?”

“Guys...” Poor maknae.

“Why do you have to be so mean?”

“Because someone has to put this family in order!” Sophia said, sighing before pointing in the direction of the bedrooms. “Yoonchae, go get ready for bed, we have a busy day tomorrow.”

“But...”

“Do what she's saying Yoonchip.” You say, giving a small smile to the younger girl, who was hesitant to leave you two alone.

“Are you guys going to fight?”

“No.”

Looking at the two of you skeptically, Yoonchae sighed, knowing that she couldn't win the 2x1. Waving goodnight, she headed for her room, leaving you and Sophia staring at each other awkwardly.

“Sorry.” It was the first thing that escaped your lips. Sophia's sigh was heard, and you took it as a chance to continue. “I know I was wrong, and I'm sorry for that. We've never spent so much time fighting, and that scares me.” You said, pausing, wondering if you were bothering her or if she was ready to have this conversation. “I miss you, baby.”

Looking at you, Sophia's eyes softened, coming closer to you, she hugged your shoulders. “I miss you too, baby.”

The truth is that you both recognized how silly it had all been. You knew you'd made a mistake, Sophia was right to complain to you about your sloppy attitudes, since you'd never been like that and seemed to be in a kind of constant black hole with that new game you'd picked up. And Sophia recognized that perhaps she had stressed herself too much, getting overwhelmed with the job of leader and all the things she had to deal with on a daily basis.

“I'm sorry for yelling at you, and leaving...” Sophia began.

“It's okay, baby. I understand, you were overwhelmed.” You said, placing a kiss on her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Sophia said, moving closer and sealing her lips with yours.

The kiss was full of love, saying all the things you've wanted to say to each other for weeks, killing all the desire you've felt all these days.

“How about we say goodnight to Yoonchae, and you take me home?” Sophia said, looking at you with a look full of love.

“I think that's a wonderful idea.”

Yoonchae's voice was muffled, but the two of you could hear her saying “Come in” right after you knocked on the door.

You could have sworn you saw Yoonchae's eyes light up when she saw you and Sophia's hands intertwined, finally getting the confirmation that everything would return to normal that she so desperately wanted.

“We came to say goodnight.” You said, approaching and kissing the forehead of the youngest girl, who was lying between the warm covers.

“Are you all together again?” Yoonchae asked with a smile on her face.

“Yes, everything's fine.” Sophia said, kissing the back of your hand as you smiled at her.

Your cloud of love was soon broken by Yoonchae, who coughed falsely to get your attention. “Well then, since you've made up, I think it would be a good time for you to meet Evie.”

Frowning, you looked at Sophia with a slight smile, seeing that she didn't know what Yoonchae was talking about either.

“Who's Evie, Yoonchip?” Sophia asked, a confused smile on the Filipina's face.

Looking at the two of you, Yoonchae took a deep breath, relaxing her shoulders, only to make yours tense at her behavior.

“My girlfriend.”

Holy shit.

“YOUR WHAT?”

Hey babies, how are you?

It's been a while, hasn't it? We're already on part 6 of fam out, and I'm surprised this series has so many chapters.

Anyway, I've been very busy these days, I have some asks to answer, and I'm going to answer it!

just a quick stop around here, drink some water, stay safe

xoxo, spider

#katseye imagines #katseye x reader #kpop gg #gxg #kpop fluff #sophia laforteza x reader #jeong yoonchae x reader #spiderb00

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4linos · 1 day ago

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across the street pt. 4

bang chan x fem!reader, lee minho x fem!reader

synopsis: minho confronts chan after seeing how much his words hurt you. the tension between them escalates as minho stands firm in protecting your choices, asserting that your life and decisions are now in your hands, not chan’s.

wc: 4306

[part 1, part 2, part 3]

"Minho... I need to tell you something."

He felt his stomach drop. He couldn’t bear to hear you say it, couldn’t stand to watch you tear him apart piece by piece, so he forced himself to say it first.

"Just do it," he muttered, his voice colder than he intended. He kept his back turned to you, fists clenched at his sides. "If you’re going to leave me, just get it over with."

Your silence made his chest tighten. Was that confirmation? Was he right? His breath was unsteady, heart hammering painfully against his ribs as he waited for the inevitable words that would break him.

But then, you sobbed.

Minho’s entire body stiffened at the sound, his head snapping toward you. You stood there, hands trembling at your sides, tears streaming down your face. You weren’t saying anything, just crying so hard you could barely breathe.

His heart clenched, confusion flashing across his face. This wasn’t what he expected.

"Y/N?" His voice lost its earlier coldness, now laced with worry. He took a hesitant step toward you, resisting the urge to immediately pull you into his arms. "What—what’s wrong?"

You tried to speak, but your throat was too tight. You shook your head, wiping at your tears furiously, and Minho felt himself panic.

"Please," he breathed, hands gripping his sides as if to keep himself together. "Just tell me."

Finally, you managed to choke out the words. Words that shattered every assumption he had, every fear he had convinced himself was true.

"I’m pregnant."

The room went silent.

Minho stood frozen, staring at you as if you had just spoken in a foreign language. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. He felt lightheaded, his thoughts struggling to process what you had just said.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

His breath hitched, his legs feeling weak beneath him. He felt so stupid, so guilty for ever doubting you, for ever believing you would leave him. All this time, while he had been drowning in his own insecurities, you had been carrying this alone.

Without thinking, he closed the distance between you, cupping your tear-streaked face in his hands. His thumbs brushed over your cheeks, wiping away the tears as he forced you to meet his eyes.

"Say it again," he whispered, voice unsteady.

You let out a watery laugh, sniffling as you looked up at him. "I’m pregnant."

Minho exhaled sharply, his forehead dropping against yours as a choked laugh left his lips.

Tears pricked at his own eyes, but he didn’t care. He pulled you into his arms, holding you so tightly it was as if he was afraid you’d disappear. You clung to him, burying your face into his shoulder as the weight of the moment fully sank in.

"I’m sorry," you whispered. "I should have told you sooner."

Minho shook his head, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your head. "No, I’m sorry," he murmured. "I—I thought you were gonna leave me. I thought I was losing you."

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your eyes filled with emotion. "I would never leave you, Minho."

His breath hitched, and he knew in that moment that he had never loved anyone the way he loved you. He gently placed a hand over your stomach, his thumb brushing over the fabric of your shirt.

"We’re having a baby," he whispered, the realization finally settling in.

A slow smile spread across your lips as you nodded. "Yeah. We are."

Minho let out a breathless laugh, his heart overflowing with emotions he couldn’t even begin to describe. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then finally your lips, pouring every ounce of love and relief into it.

"You’re stuck with me now," he teased, his voice softer than usual.

You chuckled, resting your hand over his. "I think I’ve always been stuck with you."

And for the first time in weeks, Minho wasn’t afraid anymore.

"Are you sure you’re happy?"

Minho had barely let go of you since you told him, still holding you close as he pressed soft kisses to your forehead, your hair, your cheeks. But every time you asked, his brows would furrow, his hands tightening around you like he needed you to feel how serious he was.

"Of course I’m happy," he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "Why wouldn’t I be?"

You swallowed, looking down at where his hand still rested against your stomach. "Because last time, I had to do it alone. And I was scared. I don’t want to—"

Minho cupped your face again, his gaze searching yours as he whispered, "You’re not alone this time."

His voice was steady, certain. Like there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind.

"I did this with you and Nari the final months," he reminded you, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I’ll do it again. Every second of it. Even when you wake me up at 2 a.m. because you suddenly need a milkshake."

You let out a shaky laugh, your fingers curling into his shirt. "That only happened twice."

Minho raised an eyebrow. "Twice in one week."

You pouted, but before you could argue, he kissed your forehead again, his voice dropping to a softer tone.

"I mean it, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere. Not for the mood swings, not for the weird cravings, not for the sleepless nights. I’ll be here, through all of it."

Your chest ached, not with fear this time, but with overwhelming relief. With love.

Minho smiled, pressing his hand more firmly against your stomach. "Besides," he added, tilting his head. "I think Nari's gonna be pretty excited to be a big sister."

And just like that, the last bit of fear eased away.

"Do you want to tell h-" you had barely finished asking Minho if he wanted to tell Nari when a little giggle filled the room.

"Why are you guys hiding from me?"

Nari stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips, looking between the two of you with big, curious eyes. Her little nose scrunched up as she stepped closer, climbing onto the bed between you and Minho.

Minho smirked, ruffling her hair. "We weren’t hiding, princess. We were just talking."

She squinted at him suspiciously. "About what?"

You and Minho exchanged a look, a silent question passing between you both. Should we tell her now?

Minho nodded slightly, and you turned back to Nari, taking her little hands in yours.

"Nari," you started gently, smoothing your thumb over her knuckles, "Mommy and Minho have something really special to tell you."

Nari’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, swinging her legs excitedly. "What is it?"

You took a deep breath, feeling Minho’s hand settle on your back in reassurance. "You're going to be a big sister soon."

For a moment, Nari just blinked at you, processing your words. Then, her whole face lit up with excitement.

"A baby?!" she gasped, looking between you and Minho with wide eyes. "Like a real baby?!"

Minho chuckled. "No, a pretend one."

Nari gasped again before realization hit. "Hey!" She playfully hit Minho’s arm, making him laugh as he pulled her into his arms.

"Yes, sweetheart," you giggled, smoothing her hair down. "A real baby. In Mommy’s tummy."

Nari placed her hands on your stomach dramatically, her eyes serious. "Is it in there right now?"

You nodded, watching as she carefully pressed her cheek against your belly, like she was trying to listen.

"I can’t hear them," she whispered.

Minho grinned, resting his chin on her head. "That’s because they’re still too tiny. But soon, they’ll start growing, and one day, you’ll get to meet them."

Nari pulled back, her little hands still on your stomach as she beamed up at you. "I’m gonna be the best big sister ever!"

You felt your heart swell, the sight of Minho and Nari together making every lingering fear melt away.

You smiled softly, running your fingers through her hair. "I know you will, baby."

The next morning over breakfast, Minho was still smiling ear to ear, unable to contain his excitement. Every few minutes, he’d glance over at you, his eyes full of warmth, and ask, “You feeling okay?”

You nodded, though you couldn’t help but yawn as you sipped your tea. “Just extra tired,” you admitted.

Minho reached over, rubbing small circles on your back. “You should nap after breakfast. I’ll keep Nari entertained.”

Nari, who had been munching on her breakfast quietly, suddenly looked up. “What about me?”

Minho grinned, ruffling her hair. “What about you, princess?”

“You didn’t ask if I was feeling okay,” she pouted.

You chuckled, and Minho dramatically gasped, placing a hand over his chest. “Oh no, my mistake! How are you feeling, Miss Nari?”

She giggled, taking another bite of her toast. “I’m good!”

The lighthearted moment was cut short when Minho turned to you again, his voice softer this time. “Are you going to tell Chan? About the baby?”

You froze for a second, staring down at your plate. You knew this conversation would come up sooner or later, but now that it was here, you weren’t sure how to answer.

“And,” Minho continued, his tone careful, “are you going to tell Nari about who Chan really is?”

Nari was still focused on her food, but you felt a knot tighten in your stomach. You had always known you couldn’t keep it from her forever. And now, with another baby on the way, the truth was bound to come out eventually.

You sighed, setting your fork down. “I… I don’t know yet,” you admitted. “I know I need to, but I just don’t know how.”

Minho nodded, not pushing you but still watching you closely. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said gently. “Just know I’m here, no matter what happens.”

You glanced at Nari, who was swinging her legs happily, completely unaware of the weight of the conversation happening around her.

You exhaled. “I’ll figure it out.”

You had been hesitant all week about whether to tell Chan about the baby. Was it really necessary? Did he even have to know? You weren’t sure. But when Chan asked to take Nari out for some ice cream, you agreed, deciding to push the thought aside for now.

The three of you sat inside the small ice cream shop, Nari happily swinging her legs as she dug into her strawberry cone. Chan sat across from you both, watching her with a soft smile before looking at you.

“How’ve you been?”

You shrugged, licking your own ice cream. “Same old, same old.”

Chan raised a brow, about to say something else when Nari suddenly gasped dramatically.

“Oh! I forgot to tell you something, Channie!” she said, eyes wide with excitement.

Chan chuckled. “Yeah? What is it, princess?”

“I’m gonna be a big sister!” she announced proudly, grinning up at him. “Mommy has a baby inside her tummy!”

You immediately stiffened, your spoon pausing mid-air. Your heart dropped as you glanced at Chan, whose expression had completely frozen.

He blinked. Once. Twice. “What?”

Nari was too busy taking another bite of her ice cream to notice the way the atmosphere shifted. “Yup! Minho said so! That means I get to help take care of the baby and teach them stuff!”

Chan finally turned to you, his jaw clenched slightly. His eyes flickered to your stomach before settling back on your face. “Is that true?” His voice was quiet, but you could hear the tension behind it.

You exhaled, placing your spoon down. “Yeah,” you admitted. “I’m pregnant.”

He stared at you for a long moment, processing the words. His fingers tightened around his cup. “And you weren’t going to tell me?”

You swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. “I didn’t think I needed to.”

Chan scoffed, leaning back. “You didn’t think you needed to?” he repeated, shaking his head. “You’re having another kid, and you didn’t think I should know?”

You bit your lip, stealing a glance at Nari, who was still happily eating, oblivious to the tension thickening around her.

Chan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He was upset, but he couldn’t exactly lash out with Nari sitting right there. So instead, he looked at you with a forced calmness. “We’ll talk about this later,” he muttered.

And somehow, that made you feel even worse.

The rest of the ice cream trip was painfully awkward. Chan tried his best to keep his composure for Nari’s sake, nodding and smiling when she spoke, but you could see the stiffness in his shoulders, the way his fingers tapped impatiently against the table. You knew he was holding back, waiting for the moment he could finally say what was on his mind.

When Nari finished her ice cream, Chan offered to walk you both to your car. The air outside was cooler now, but the tension was suffocating. Nari was skipping happily ahead, completely unaware of how quiet the two of you had become.

As you reached your car, you bent down to buckle Nari into her seat, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before closing the door. When you turned around, Chan was already standing there, arms crossed over his chest, his jaw tight.

“So,” he started, his voice low but controlled. “You really weren’t going to tell me?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Chan—”

“Do you hear yourself?” he cut in, shaking his head. “You didn’t think it was necessary to tell me you were pregnant, but I had to find out from Nari? Again?”

You flinched at his choice of words. “It’s different this time.”

“Is it?” he challenged. “Because it doesn’t feel different. It feels exactly the same.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out.

Chan scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “So what, were you just going to wait until the baby was born? Until Nari slipped up?”

“I don’t know!” you finally snapped, exasperated. “I don’t know, Chan! I was going to tell you eventually, I just—” You ran a hand through your hair, your voice quieter now. “I just didn’t know how.”

Chan let out a bitter laugh. “You didn’t know how?” He shook his head, looking away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “You don’t think I deserve to know?”

You sighed, guilt settling heavily in your chest. “It’s not about that. I just…” You hesitated. “I didn’t know if it was really necessary.”

Chan’s expression twisted, hurt flashing in his eyes. “Not necessary?” His voice was quiet now, almost defeated. “I get that you don’t need me anymore, but I thought we were at least trying to be honest with each other.”

That one stung. You bit your lip, looking down.

Chan exhaled sharply, shaking his head again. “Whatever,” he muttered. “It’s not like I have a say in anything anyway.”

You frowned. “Chan—”

“Just go,” he said, stepping back. “Take Nari home.”

Your heart clenched at the sight of him tired, frustrated, hurt. But there was nothing more to say right now. So you nodded silently, slipping into the driver’s seat.

As you drove away, you stole one last glance in the mirror. Chan was still standing there, watching you go, his hands clenched into fists.

Minho could tell the moment you walked through the door that something was wrong. You had that distant look in your eyes, the same one you always had when something weighed heavily on your mind. Nari, still buzzing from her ice cream date, ran off to her room to play, leaving just the two of you standing in the entryway.

Minho didn’t say anything at first. He just reached for your coat, helping you slip out of it, his hands lingering at your shoulders as he studied your face. “What happened?” he finally asked, his voice gentle but firm.

You shook your head, forcing a small smile. “Nothing. It’s fine.”

His eyes narrowed. “That’s a lie.”

You sighed, stepping around him to go further inside, trying to avoid the conversation, but Minho wasn’t going to let it go that easily. He followed you into the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. “Did he say something to you?”

You hesitated, not wanting to bring it up, but the way Minho was watching you made it clear he wasn’t going to drop it. “He wasn’t happy,” you admitted. “That I didn’t tell him myself. That he had to hear it from Nari.”

Minho scoffed, shaking his head. “Of course he wasn’t.”

“He said it felt exactly like last time,” you continued quietly, looking down at the counter. “That I didn’t think it was necessary to tell him.”

Minho tensed at that, his jaw tightening. He took a deep breath before stepping closer to you. “He doesn’t get to make you feel bad about this,” he said, voice low but firm. “He doesn’t have a say in your life anymore. The only thing he has a say in is Nari.”

“I know that,” you murmured.

“Do you?” Minho challenged, his fingers gently lifting your chin so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Because you look like you’re carrying the weight of his feelings on your shoulders when you shouldn’t be.”

You sighed, leaning into his touch. “I just don’t want to fight with him.”

Minho’s expression softened slightly. He exhaled, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “I know,” he murmured. “But you don’t owe him anything. This baby is ours. He doesn’t get to have an opinion on it.”

You nodded, but the guilt still lingered. You knew Minho was right you knew that logically, Chan had no right to dictate anything about your life now. But it still stung to see the look on Chan’s face when he realized you hadn’t intended to tell him at all.

Minho watched your expression carefully before pulling you into his arms, his lips pressing a soft kiss against your temple. “You’re not alone in this,” he whispered. “Not like before.”

You closed your eyes, letting yourself melt into his embrace, breathing in his warmth, his reassurance. And for the first time that day, you felt like you could finally breathe again.

The morning had started out like any other. You were in the kitchen, helping Nari with her hair while she finished her breakfast, her little legs swinging under the chair. Minho had just stepped outside to grab the mail, stretching slightly as the cool morning air hit him.

That’s when he saw Chan.

Chan was locking his front door, keys in hand, about to head to his car. Normally, Minho would have let it go, he wasn’t the type to seek out unnecessary conflict, especially with you and Nari inside but after yesterday, after seeing how upset you were when you came home, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

His grip on the mail tightened for a second before he exhaled sharply and made his way toward Chan.

Chan noticed him immediately, pausing just before opening his car door. His brows furrowed slightly, already sensing the tension in Minho’s approach. “What?” he asked, voice laced with impatience.

Minho didn’t waste time. “What did you say to y/n yesterday?”

Chan blinked, caught off guard by the directness, before scoffing. “That’s between me and—”

“No,” Minho cut in, voice low but firm. “It’s not just between you and her anymore. You said something that made her come home looking like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, and I want to know what it was.”

Chan’s jaw clenched, clearly irritated. “I was upset. I found out about the baby from Nari, not from her.”

Minho let out a humorless laugh. “And? That baby isn’t yours. She doesn’t owe you an announcement, Chan.”

Chan’s expression darkened. “That’s not the point. It’s the fact that she didn’t even think to tell me. Like I didn’t even deserve to know.”

“You didn’t deserve to know,” Minho shot back. “Not unless she wanted to tell you. And clearly, she didn’t.”

Chan stepped closer, eyes flashing. “I have a child with her, Minho. I’m not just some ex she can cut out of her life. I will always be around.”

“I know that.” Minho didn’t back down, his voice unwavering. “And I’ve accepted it, no matter how much I hate seeing you around. But there’s a difference between being involved in Nari’s life and acting like you still have a claim over her.”

Chan scoffed, looking away for a moment as he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to stay calm. “You don’t get it—”

“No, you don’t get it,” Minho snapped. “I was there. When she had no one. When she was alone and pregnant with your child, struggling every single day, wondering if she made the right choice. I was there when she cried herself to sleep, when she swore she’d never let herself get hurt like that again. And you know what? I was fine taking the backseat when it came to Nari because I respect that she’s yours too. But this baby? This life she’s building without you? That’s mine.”

Chan flinched at that, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just stared at Minho, expression unreadable, his grip tightening around his keys.

The silence between them was thick, heavy with everything left unsaid.

Then, just as Minho was about to turn away, Chan exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “You think I don’t regret everything?” he muttered, voice quieter now, almost tired. “You think I don’t look at her and wonder what my life would’ve been like if I had known? If I had been there?”

Minho’s jaw tightened. “Regret doesn’t change the past. And it sure as hell doesn’t give you the right to make her feel guilty now.”

Chan looked away, tension still in his shoulders, but he didn’t argue further.

Minho didn’t wait for a response. He turned and walked back inside, back to where you and Nari were waiting, leaving Chan standing there with nothing but the weight of his own mistakes.

When Minho stepped back inside, he took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering frustration from his conversation with Chan. But the second he saw you and Nari, the warmth of home, the contrast between the life he had with you and the past you had with Chan, his anger simmered down.

You were kneeling in front of Nari, adjusting the collar of her uniform while she happily munched on a piece of toast. She looked up at Minho with a bright smile, completely unaware of the tension he had just walked away from.

“You okay?” you asked, your eyes scanning his face, noticing the way his shoulders were still stiff.

Minho hesitated for a second, debating whether to tell you about the confrontation. He didn’t want to upset you, not when you were already dealing with so much. So instead, he sighed and forced a small smile, reaching out to squeeze your hand. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I just really don’t like seeing him in the morning.”

You gave him a knowing look but didn’t push further. Instead, you turned back to Nari, brushing her hair behind her ear before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Alright, baby, time to go. Get your backpack.”

Nari hopped off her chair and ran off to grab her bag, leaving you and Minho alone for a moment. You studied him carefully, the way he was still a little tense, his jaw clenched just slightly.

“Did something happen?” you finally asked, keeping your voice soft.

Minho exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his hair before looking at you. “I talked to him.”

Your stomach sank. “Minho—”

“I had to,” he cut in gently, his fingers still wrapped around yours. “I know you didn’t want to tell me what happened yesterday because you were afraid I’d be upset, but seeing you come home looking like that? Like he had made you feel guilty over something that’s not his business? I wasn’t gonna just let that slide.”

You swallowed, guilt bubbling in your chest. You didn’t want Minho to get involved, but at the same time, knowing he cared this much, knowing he saw how much it had affected you, made your heart ache in a different way.

“What did he say?” you asked.

Minho scoffed lightly, shaking his head. “He acted like he deserved to know about the baby, like you owed him that. And yeah, I get it..he’s always going to be in Nari’s life. But this? Us? He has no say in that.”

You let out a breath, squeezing his hand. “I know.”

Minho softened at that, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. “I just don’t want him making you second-guess everything. You don’t owe him an explanation for moving on, for being happy.”

Before you could say anything else, Nari came running back into the room, backpack bouncing on her shoulders. “I’m ready!” she chirped.

Minho let his hand drop from your cheek and turned to her with a grin. “Alright, let’s get you to school, princess.”

The three of you headed out, and as Minho drove, you found yourself glancing at him more than once, watching the way his fingers tapped against the steering wheel, the way his eyes flickered to the rearview mirror every so often to check on Nari.

You knew Minho had always been protective, but seeing how fiercely he stood by your side, how much he wanted to shield you from anything that made you doubt your happiness, it made you realize, yet again, just how much he loved you.

(nini’s notes: loved writing protective min🫠🫠. next part will be the final part!)

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arxiwon · 3 days ago

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Punishment | yjw ⋆˚࿔

Pairing: Jungwon x Reader

Genre: Smut, Jealousy, Rough Sex, Possessive Jungwon, Dirty Talk, Light Choking, Manhandling

Jungwon had been ignoring you for a week.

No calls, no texts, no stolen touches. He wasn’t acting cold—just distant, like he was testing your patience. And you hated it. You knew he was busy, but this? This felt deliberate.

So you decided to get his attention.

It wasn’t hard—Jungwon was always watching, even when he pretended not to. You let another guy get close, let his hand rest on your lower back, let him lean in too much when he talked to you. And, of course, you made sure Jungwon saw every second of it.

It only took ten minutes before you felt that familiar, heated stare from across the room. And then, before you could even react, a firm grip wrapped around your wrist, yanking you away from the guy mid-laugh.

“What the hell—” you started, but Jungwon’s hold tightened, his steps never faltering as he dragged you out of the club.

You barely made it to the car before he shoved you against the door, his body caging you in. His chest pressed against yours, the heat radiating off him in waves. His expression was unreadable, but his jaw was clenched so tight you thought it might break.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” His voice was low, a dangerous edge creeping in.

You blinked up at him, feigning innocence. “Getting attention since you weren’t giving me any.”

The second the words left your mouth, you felt it.

Jungwon’s hand shot out, pressing flat against your chest before shoving you back against the car door. Not hard enough to hurt—but hard enough to make you gasp. Hard enough to make your heart race.

“You think this is a fucking game?” He leaned in, his breath hot against your lips. “You think I don’t see you? Don’t want you?” His hand slid lower, pressing against your sternum before trailing down your stomach, his touch burning even through your dress.

You swallowed, refusing to back down. “If you wanted me, you wouldn’t have ignored me for a week.”

His lips curled into a smirk—but there was no amusement in his eyes. “Oh, baby,” he murmured. “You just made the biggest mistake of your life.”

Before you could respond, he spun you around, pressing your chest flat against the car door. His hands gripped your waist, his front flush against your back. You could feel him��hard, hot, and ready.

“You wanted my attention so bad?” he breathed, his lips brushing against your ear. “Then take it.”

He kicked your legs apart, his knee nudging between them. You shivered as his fingers slid up your thighs, pushing your dress higher. His hands moved with purpose, rough and possessive as they grabbed at you, squeezing, teasing—never gentle.

“Jungwon—”

A sharp slap landed on your ass, making you yelp.

“Shut up.” His voice was sharp, dripping with authority. “You don’t get to talk after what you pulled tonight.”

You whimpered, pressing your palms against the car, your nails digging into the cool surface. His fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties, yanking them down in one swift motion.

“Look at you,” he mused, his hand sliding between your legs, pressing against your soaked heat. “Already dripping for me.”

You let out a breathless moan as he teased you, rubbing slow circles against your clit, his touch infuriatingly light. Your hips bucked instinctively, but he pulled his hand away just as quickly.

“Pathetic.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back so his lips were right against your ear. “You let another man touch you, and yet you’re fucking desperate for me.”

“I—I wasn’t—”

Another slap—this time against your chest. Your breath hitched as his palm pressed against you, pushing you harder against the car. The dominance in his touch made your head spin.

“Not another word.”

Then, without warning, he unbuckled his belt, the sound sending a shiver through you.

Your heart pounded as he positioned himself behind you, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. He didn’t give you time to adjust, didn’t ease in—he just thrust inside in one sharp movement, stretching you open with a brutal pace.

You cried out, your fingers curling against the car as he fucked into you, each thrust rough and punishing. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back onto him with each movement, forcing you to take every inch.

“This is what you wanted, huh?” His voice was dark, teasing. “To be fucked like a slut?”

You could only moan in response, the pleasure overwhelming.

Jungwon wasn’t satisfied. His hand slid up, wrapping around your throat as he pulled you back against him, his chest pressing against your back. “Say it,” he demanded.

“Y-Yes,” you gasped, barely able to form words.

He chuckled, his grip tightening slightly. “That’s right.” His pace quickened, his cock hitting deeper, harder. “You’re mine. You don’t fucking look at anyone else. You don’t let anyone touch you. Understand?”

You nodded frantically, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity. “Yes—yes, only you.”

His hand moved lower, finding your clit again, rubbing harsh circles that had you unraveling in seconds. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your body trembling as you came hard around him.

Jungwon groaned, his pace stuttering as he chased his own release. “Fuck,” he growled, burying himself deep inside you as he spilled into you, his grip never loosening.

For a moment, the only sound was heavy breathing, both of you spent. Then Jungwon leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of your neck.

“Never pull that shit again,” he murmured, his voice rough but affectionate.

You let out a shaky breath, a smirk playing on your lips. “Then never ignore me again.”

He chuckled, his hands still gripping your waist. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your ear. “After tonight, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.”

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maskedcrawford · 3 days ago

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Permanently Yours

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: You surprise Jiyong with a tattoo that only makes him more obsessed with you.

Warnings: Pure fluff

A/N: Anon, feel free to let me know if this wasn't what you wanted! I hope you enjoy this sweet story, it was so fun to write!

Requests are OPEN

You walk out of the tattoo parlor with the fresh ink on your skin, examining the art work. You had gotten a few tattoos before after hearing how Ji raved about them. But he knew about those, and they were special to you but this one was going to be special for both of you.

You look at the artwork of a dragon once more in the mirror when you got home. A dragon with the date of your relationship stamped above it. A lot of people told you it was risky to get it because what if you and GD break up? It’s kinda permanent, but you loved the man so much you wanted to put some kind of claim on your body that you were his, even though everyone knew.

“Babe? You here?” you hear him call out. You carefully slide your shirt over your body again to hide the artwork. You had a photoshoot tomorrow for Vogue and wanted to surprise him there with it.

“Hey, jagiya,” he smiles as he see’s you walk out of your shared room. He jogs over to you and wraps his arms around your back, right where the fresh wound is still healing. It’s not like it was a small tattoo, it spanned the space of your back almost completely. He notices you wince before he goes in to give you a hug.

“What? Did I hurt you? Are you ok?” he goes to move around you like he wants to inspect you but you take his hands in yours and bring him back in front of you.

“I’m sore, from a work out today, is all.” You smile as you lie right through your teeth and give him the usual welcome home kiss. You wake up the next morning carefully making sure to clean and moisturize your new art piece. Ji-yong loved art in general and you were sure the masterpiece on your back would get his attention.

“Babe we have to go, I’ll be late,” you giggle as Jiyong fusses with a button on his shirt.

“Here,” you say as she drops his hand like a frustrated child.

“Now you look perfect,” you kiss his nose and he once again places his hand on your back putting unwanted pressure.

“Oh, shit,” he quickly removes his hand, “It’s ok.” You have to practically restrain yourself to not scratch at it.

At the studio you’re getting dressed and Ji is waiting patiently. You fill the photographer in on the plan of how you want to unveil the surprise back piece. He nods in approval, as long as he can use it for the shoot which you oblige.

You take the first few shots, moving in different poses and you notice the look of pride on Ji-yong’s face as you do.

“All right, lets get her changed,” a costume designer shouts and you can barely contain your excitement. Ji-yong sits on his phone on a nearby bench.

“So you can get his reaction right?” you whisper to the photographer who assures you it’ll look great. You walk back to the set with a large towel covering your back. They get you set up and you take a deep breath.

“Ji-yong,” you call over your shoulder. He looks like clearly lost in his phone.

“Come here,” you motion for him. He walks over to you looking concerned.

“We’re gonna have you stand here,” the photographer positions him where he needs to be to be in the shot.

“What, I’m not,”

“Just hold still,” the man says, “3.. 2.. 1.. drop the towel,” he says and you let the towel drape off your back and you turn your head to look over at your boyfriend.

His eyes are wide and his mouth slightly open. He walks up to you, getting a closer look at the dragon.

“What did, babe,” is all he can say before you let out a giggle.

“You like,” you question with the biggest smile on your face.

“I fucking love it! Holy shit that’s so sexy!” He keeps his hands above the tattoo so you don’t have to wash it again.

“This is why you’re back hurt yesterday?” he says partly questioning and partly knowing. You nod your head, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. He goes around to your front and gives you the biggest kiss. You finish the photo shoot for the day and all your boyfriend can talk about is the tattoo.

“I’m glad you like it, Oppa.” He looks at you like a prized possession. As soon as it’s healed he can’t keep his hands off it, constantly dragging his finger tips across it, and you, as much as he can.

“Its just, you’re really mine now,” he breathes after again staring at it.

“I was yours beforehand.”

“Yeah, but now it’s permanent, no removing me from your life. Not completely.” He smirks.

“I mean, tattoo removal has come a long way,” you tease. He looks genuinely offended for a moment.

“Don’t even joke about that. Now everyone that see’s this knows your mine and that’s how it’s going to stay,” he cups your cheeks giving you a sweet kiss. You smile against his lips happy that he loves the artwork.

When the magazine comes out he practically frames the cover. It’s a picture of you looking over your shoulder with the tattoo clearly visible.

“Right above the bed!” he shouts and you laugh at his child like enthusiasm.

“OH man, and this one needs its own frame,” he starts tearing out all the pictures from the magazine.”

“Babe, I wanted to read those!” you chuckle.

“Here, I got two. One to read and or take with me on the road, and this one is to hang up in our room, proudly displayed. We need something for the living room,” he pauses, “Oh, we’ll do our own little shoot at home,” he wiggles his brows as he gets his camera. You take multiple pictures as he makes sure to capture you in the best positions and lighting, he can, even taking you outside and to shops snapping pictures.

“Babe, I think we have enough,” you say as you sip on the warm beverage in your hand with a heartwarming smile.

“Just one more, hold the cup to your lips, yeah like that,” he takes one last picture and smiles proud of himself.

“Perfect.” Once your home he starts mapping out the areas of where he wants to place the pictures and you can’t help but love how artistic and excited he is.

“I’m glad you find it so appealing, nae sarang.” You whisper as you put your arms around his waist and hug him from the back.

If you enjoyed and want to support me, buy me a coffee

“A work of art must be treasured. And you my dear, are more priceless than the Mona Lisa,” he compliments with a sweet, deep kiss before turning back to the walls to map out where he wants each picture.

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taojjang · 3 days ago

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𐙚 hong seunghan is . . .

✩⸝⸝ [THE TYPE OF BOYFRIEND TO...] a seven-part series! (vol.5) . . .

# ಇ. seunghan as your boyfriend; headcanons! ⋆ fluff! // bf!seunghan x reader ˖ ✧ no warnings! [m.list]

�� ... i miss my little snookums i need to give him a fat kiss on the nose

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bf!seunghan who . . . is your own little chunk of sunshine!

bf!seunghan who . . . prioritizes your happiness and comfort over his own.

bf!seunghan who . . . never fails to put a smile on your face no matter how serious the situation is.

bf!seunghan who . . . takes time to learn more about your interests, whether it be movies or hobbies, so he can enjoy them just as much as you do :)

bf!seunghan who . . . never breaks eye contact; he loves focusing on your pretty eyes whenever you're lost in the little stories you're telling him about your day.

bf!seunghan who . . . always has dirt stains on his pants from constantly kneeling down to tie your shoes (he never lets you lift a finger!).

bf!seunghan who . . . never stops talking; he turns into a chatterbox with a broken power switch whenever you're around, going on and on about silly little anecdotes and mishaps he experienced throughout the day.

bf!seunghan who . . . is absolutely obsessed with you; everything you do is so adorable and precious to him and he has billions of text messages bragging to his friends about you.

bf!seunghan who . . . instead of forcing reasons out of you while you're upset, he silently takes you into his arms and blabbers about lighthearted things to take your mind off of your problems, asking questions like "your nails are so pretty! should we get matching ones next time?" (it works every time)

bf!seunghan who . . . annoys the crap out of you but you can never stay mad at him for more than 10 minutes because of how clingy he is :( he'd cuddle up against your arm and spout endless apologies and promise he'll make up for it (he's gonna annoy you again once you forgive him :p)

bf!seunghan who . . . is your safe place <3 on hard days, seunghan will sit beside you and stare at you with the most heart-shattering puppy eyes and nod out of empathy with every word that trails from your frustrated lips.

bf!seunghan who . . . treasures every single moment with you, good or bad.

bf!seunghan who . . . will always be your happy pill <3

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(a/n: FUCK SM I MISS MY BABY SO MUCH PLSPLSPLS GOD BRING OUR FAMILY BACK TOGETHER)

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sunshineangel0 · 3 days ago

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loving you, flaws and all (maknae line)

pairing- stray kids ot8 x reader summary- Your skin has never been perfect, and sometimes, the insecurities weigh you down. But each member of Stray Kids loves you in their own way, showing you that beauty isn’t just about clear skin—it’s about who you are. Through soft moments of reassurance, warmth, and genuine love, they remind you that your acne and scars don’t define you. genre- romance, slice of life, comfort, fluff word count- 1,7k (300-500 words each) warnings- mentions of acne, insecurities, self doubt, protective and affectionate stray kids members, pure wholesome content 🥰 a/n- i was feeling insecure today because of a little flare up so i wrote this. i hope it helps whoever it may need, too. remember, you are perfect no matter how much you brain tells you on insecure days that youre not. hyung line

jisung

You sighed, staring at your reflection in the mirror. The acne on your cheeks was particularly red today, standing out more than usual, and no amount of skincare seemed to be working. A frustrated groan left your lips as you dragged yourself over to your bed, flopping down face-first into your pillow.

From his spot beside you, Han barely stirred. He’d been lying there scrolling on his phone, but the moment he heard your dramatic sigh, he lowered it, peeking at you with sleepy curiosity.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he mumbled, reaching out to poke your side lazily. You groaned into your pillow before turning your head to look at him. “My skin is awful today.”

Han frowned, rolling over so that he was half on top of you, resting his chin on your stomach. “Says who?” “Says my mirror,” you muttered.

Han gasped, clutching his chest like you had just insulted him personally. “Your mirror is a liar.” You gave him a skeptical look. “Oh yeah? And what do you see?”

He propped himself up on his elbows, his face way too close for comfort. “I see my ridiculously pretty girlfriend who has the softest cheeks, the prettiest eyes, and the cutest little pout ever.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jisung—”

“Shh.” He booped your nose, his grin only widening. “I’m proving a point.”

Before you could react, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. Then your nose. Then your cheek.

“Jisung—”

“Nope, not done.” He kissed the other cheek, then your temple, before moving lower, peppering soft kisses along your jaw, trailing down to your chin. You squirmed beneath him, laughter bubbling up despite yourself. “You’re ridiculous,” you giggled.

Han pulled back just enough to grin down at you, eyes twinkling. You sighed, feigning exasperation, but the way your heart swelled at his words gave you away. “Unfortunately, I do love you.”

Han gasped dramatically again, rolling onto his back with a hand over his heart.

“Finally, you admit it. I, Han Jisung, am irresistible.” You snorted, reaching over to smack his arm lightly. “Okay, don’t push it.”

Han laughed, grabbing your hand before you could pull away and pressing one last kiss to your knuckles. His voice was softer when he spoke again. “For real, though… you’re beautiful, baby. Even on days you don’t feel like it.”

Your cheeks warmed—not from embarrassment, but from the overwhelming love you felt for the boy beside you.

Jisung grinned again. “And if you don’t believe me, I’ll just have to keep proving it.” You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t stop him.

felix

It was late at night, and the room was quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside. The fairy lights strung across the walls cast a warm glow, painting the space in shades of gold and amber. You lay in bed beside Felix, your back turned to him, staring at the shadows stretching across the ceiling.

Felix had been watching you for a while now, his fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns along your arm. His touch was gentle, grounding. “You’re quiet,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep but still laced with concern.

You sighed. “Just thinking.”

Felix shifted closer, his chest pressing against your back. His warmth surrounded you, making it harder to keep your thoughts at bay. “About what?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitated, but the words pressed against your throat, too heavy to swallow down. “My scars,” you admitted. “They make me feel… less.”

Felix stilled behind you. He didn’t speak right away, and for a moment, you wondered if you had said too much. But then, slowly, carefully, he reached out and turned you onto your back so you were facing him. His dark eyes searched yours, soft and full of something you couldn’t quite name.

“Less?” he repeated, his brows furrowing. “Angel, how could you ever think that?”

You looked away, fingers curling into the sheets. “Because they’re a reminder of all the things I can’t change. No matter what I do, they won’t go away.” Your voice wavered at the end, a confession you weren’t sure you had meant to say out loud.

Felix’s expression softened even more—if that was even possible. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before his fingers trailed down to your jaw, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “Can I tell you something?” he asked, his voice so soft, so careful, like he was handling something fragile.

You nodded.

“When I look at the stars,” he murmured, “I don’t see flaws. I see something timeless, something beautiful.” He paused, his gaze unwavering. “Your scars, your skin… they remind me of constellations. They tell a story. And that story is you.”

Your breath hitched. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you tried to blink them away, but one slipped down your cheek. Felix caught it with his thumb, his lips parting slightly as if the sight physically pained him.

“Lix…” you whispered.

Without hesitation, he leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, letting his lips rest there for a moment longer than necessary. “I love you,” he murmured against your skin. “Every part of you.”

That was all it took for the dam to break. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest as more tears spilled over. He held you tightly, one hand smoothing over your hair, the other rubbing slow, soothing circles into your back.

“I love you too,” you whispered, the words muffled against his hoodie.

Felix only pulled you closer, like he was trying to shield you from your own thoughts, like he was making a silent promise to remind you of your worth every single day.

seungmin

Seungmin was lounging on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through something that had his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He looked completely relaxed, like he had no worries in the world. Meanwhile, you were sitting across from him in front of the mirror, fingers hovering over your skin, absentmindedly picking at a blemish.

“Stop that,” he said flatly, without even looking up.

You sighed, but didn’t drop your hand. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine,” he deadpanned. “You always do that when you’re stressed.”

Your fingers froze mid-motion. You turned to look at him, pouting slightly. “It’s just annoying. I feel like my skin never gets better.”

Seungmin finally looked up from his phone, raising an eyebrow. “So what?”

You blinked. “What do you mean, ‘so what’?”

He shrugged like it was the simplest thing in the world. “You act like it changes who you are. It doesn’t.”

You frowned. “I know that, but—”

“No ‘buts,’” he interrupted, setting his phone down and standing up. He crossed the room in a few steps, coming to stand in front of you. Without warning, he cupped your face, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze.

Seungmin’s expression was unreadable, his dark eyes steady and unwavering. “You’re still the same person I fell in love with,” he said simply. “The same person who makes dumb jokes, who sings off-key even when I beg them not to, who always steals my hoodies and then pretends they don’t know where they went.”

You giggled despite yourself. “That’s because your hoodies are comfortable.”

“Exactly.” He smirked slightly. “Just like you, no matter what your skin looks like.”

You let out a small breath, the warmth in his voice sinking into your bones. Seungmin wasn’t the type to sugarcoat things, and that made his words hit even harder. He wasn’t just saying this to make you feel better—he meant it.

Your lips quirked up slightly. “You’re annoyingly sweet sometimes, you know that?”

Seungmin rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. “Only for you.”

Before you could say anything else, he leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose, quick and soft. “Now,” he said, pulling back, “stop picking at your face, or I’ll start flicking your forehead every time I catch you doing it.”

You groaned, tilting your head back. “Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

Seungmin smirked, ruffling your hair like the absolute menace he was. “And yet, here you are, still in love with me.”

You swatted his hand away but couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your lips. “Yeah, yeah. You win.”

“Obviously,” he said, already grabbing his phone again like he hadn’t just completely dismantled your insecurities in under two minutes.

jeongin

Jeongin had always called you pretty.

At first, you assumed it was just because he was naturally affectionate, the way he casually complimented his friends and always had something sweet to say. But over time, you started to realize—he really meant it.

He said it when you were dressed up for a date, eyes shining under the glow of city lights. He said it when you were wearing pajamas with messy hair, rubbing sleep from your eyes. He said it when you were grumpy, when you were laughing, when you were completely distracted by something else. And he said it on days like today.

You were curled up on the couch, scrolling through pictures on your phone, lost in the endless spiral of perfect skin, flawless complexions, people who looked effortlessly beautiful.

Jeongin, who had been sitting beside you with his head on your shoulder, peeked at your screen and immediately frowned. “What are you looking at?”

You sighed. “Just… people who have flawless skin.”

He pulled back slightly, turning to face you with an exaggerated pout. “But you’re already the prettiest person ever. Why compare?”

You scoffed, shutting your phone off. “You have to say that. You’re my boyfriend.”

Jeongin gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Excuse me, I would never lie about something this serious.”

You giggled despite yourself. “Oh, it’s serious now?”

“Of course,” he said, crossing his arms with a huff. “My partner being the most beautiful person in the world is a fact.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips betrayed you by curling into a small smile. “You’re too sweet.”

Jeongin grinned, and before you could react, he tackled you, wrapping his arms around you and squishing you in a tight hug. He nuzzled into your shoulder, his voice muffled against your sweater. “You’re my favorite person,” he murmured. “Nothing about your skin changes that.”

Your breath hitched, your heart swelling in your chest.

He didn’t say it to make you feel better, not as some empty reassurance—he just said it because he meant it.

You let out a small laugh, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him tight. “I love you.”

Jeongin pulled back just enough to look at you, his lips curling into that soft, boyish grin that made your stomach flip. “I love you more.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but before you could, he kissed your cheek quickly and then gasped in mock horror. “I win.”

You groaned. “Jeongin—”

“No take-backs.” He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously before cuddling back into you, sighing dramatically. “Now, as my prize, I require more kisses”

You laughed, threading your fingers through his soft hair. “You’re such a menace.”

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monkebearness · 1 day ago

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He + She (& Her)

Kim ChaeYeon (tripleS) x Male Reader (ft. Lee JiWoo)

Tags: smut, fluff, open relationship (potential poly), creampie, mommy kink, some rough rink

Word count: 10k

a/n: I've thought of this idea for a while, and I've only decided to write about it pretty recently. yeah, that's about it. I hope you enjoy this!

Friday. It’s past seven o’clock in the evening. For a while, howls and growls can be heard under the moonlight, but they’re not from wolves.

“Oooooooh, God… Yooouuuu're… so beau…nghh…tiful, even with your hair… tied up!”

They’ve been going for two hours, jumping each other’s bones since they’re fueled by intense libido and the primal desire to keep this burning pleasure as long as they can on the squeaking king-sized mint bed. It’s not the only spot in the apartment where they do it. There’s the couch, the bathroom, or even the kitchen counter. But for this couple, the bedroom is simply the best spot. As much as “vanilla” it may sound for some, there’s no denying its ultimate comfort and versatility for all sorts of possible, or near-impossible, steaming private activities that their bodies demand.

During this round, the woman has been grinding on his hips like he's a stallion, holding on to his shoulders with every ounce of her being while her cunt is being impaled by his dick in the past several minutes in one of their favorite positions to date.

“Thanks, ba…by… Ggghhh… Baby, you’re so good… inside… me… Ugh!”

“Mmm… Mahh…” he groans under his breath—almost drowning beneath her jiggling sweaty jugs as he maintains his rhythm with his lover and keeps his strength beneath her. “Moommy, fuck! How are you… still so… tight! It feels so…”

“Just keep… Going…” She undoes her bun, a flashy maneuver that suddenly embiggens his already erect member. “What..? Ugghhh!” she yelps at his surprise, but that’s not all.

His unthinkable urges impel him to take his mouth into her right tit, igniting a shriek of delight and a titter from the woman as he proceeds to suck it within seconds. “Oh, fuck! Hnngghh… Honggi... you naughty… boy!” She struggles to form phrases from the top of her breath while her occupied partner uses his hand to massage her left breast, rubbing it up and down with his fingers, a trick that he intensifies by using his pincer grasps to give her nipple a quick pinch. “Imma…”

Honggi’s mouth slowly parts from Chaeyeon’s knocker, leaving a trail of saliva, and asks her, “What… Is it?”

“I’m safe today, baby,” she whimpers right next to his left ear with a smirk. “And I’m… getting close.” And as a cherry on top, the woman leans near his left cheek and licks it.

Her words and action strikes through his nerve once again, giving him another quick boost for another minute. He knows exactly what she’s insinuating. “Me…” he grunts, feeling his thrusts within her decrease in speed in favor of strengthening his pounding. “Nggghhh… too!”

Their movements slowly take a halt, anticipating the warm build-up flowing and leaving their crotches. She holds his chin, leaning down to reward him with a kiss. He amplifies it by sliding his tongue in her submissive mouth, allowing a moment for them to sloppily clash together in the midst of their skins slapping. Five seconds later, Honggi bursts his load inside Chaeyeon’s womb, moaning in each other’s mouth as they’ve reached their respective climaxes.

They catch their breath, falling flat on the bed. “You did so good, baby," she wheezes before lying on her pillow. She places her hand on his chest. “You always have, oppa.”

“You do remember that we’re still the same age, Chae-yah,” he brings up with a snicker.

“Yeah, but oppa gets you up, doesn’t it?” she counters with a teasing tone, lightly pinching his nose. “‘Cause you’re still months older? Almost a year, even.”

“I don’t care what you call me, mommy,” he submits, gently stroking her hair sideways. “Here or outside.”

He kisses her forehead, inciting a giggle from her. She inches her head on to his chest, where the two relax and hear each other’s breathing for about fourteen minutes while they talk about their day, allowing Honggi to reflect on their mundane yet special past. About two years ago.

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“So I wasn't too tipsy that night,” the woman cheered. “You really were from SSU too!”

He puts down his cup on the table. “I thought you were familiar too,” he pointed out.

She pointed her fingers. “You were the class clown from Tone’s friend group, right?”

“Yeah! And you, you…” He snapped his fingers four times, until more of his memories were reignited and much clearer. “Oh, right! You were that cute and clumsy girl from Tone’s club. The Dimension Beamers, was it?”

“Diamond Dreamers,” she corrected him with a chuckle, not even defending his claim. “Gosh, it’s been a long time since I’ve heard that name from someone.”

They went to the same university, but they weren’t that close. Mutual friends at best... The encounters they had were mostly teasing each other whenever their friend groups interact. But they have been coworkers for almost three years and, of course, one thing led to another, as cliché as that sounds. When they were promoted to a new team at the Cultivation Of Seoul Media Organization (COSMO) Broadcasting Station, the two felt a “spark” during their first post-college reunion. The day after their first team dinner, the pair chose to meet at a café in their company building during lunchtime.

“Right, right, that’s what I meant,” he replied. “Mianhae. You got a point. It’s been about six years since we graduated from Seoul State, so forgive my memory.”

“No worries. But, may I ask: how long have you been working here?” she asked. “I feel like I’ve seen you a few times before, but I’m sure if you were someone I crossed paths with.”

“I’ve only been here for a year, actually,” he clarified. “Though I’ve worked other jobs at other companies before I got here after Tone and some of my pals are here and gave their recommendations for the application. How about you?”

“About two years now. Got here on my own, but it wasn’t easy either. Company had more rounds of interviews for applicants in its early days.”

“Wow, you’re an OG employee… So that makes you my sunbae, then?” he teased.

“Yah!” she roared. We’re in the same year first during college… I’m not allowing that.”

“Fine, fine,” he yielded to her intimidating whine. “Besides, I don’t wanna get fired too.”

Chayeon only raised her eyebrow, much to her chagrin.

He inched his arms away from the table with vigilance. “Will I get fired for saying that?”

“Nah, relax…” she reassured him, before taking a sip of her iced americano with a slight smile. One of his statements from earlier still stuck in her mind. “So… I was that cute member, huh?” her smile grew into a smirk. “Don’t you think I’ve forgotten that.”

He gulped, coming up with anything off the top of his head to justify what he said. “It’s just from my memory. Have you not called yourself that word back in the day? I can still remember how confident you were with aegyos, even to people who weren't that close to you. You were practically a celebrity, just like the rest of your club.”

“That was pretty embarrassing. But those were some fun times,” she looked down and shook her head, before her mind recalled what she remembered about him. “And you…”

“What about me?” he countered with an alarmed tone before she could finish her statement. He must’ve thought of the most unflattering adjectives about himself.

“Don’t get so defensive all of the sudden, Mister,” she chortled. “For someone who was known as the clown in your group, I remember you had some charms and talents too, especially when you worked during the campus festival… You deserve to be here like everyone else, whether you got here through recommendations or not.”

“That is quite nice to hear, actually. Thanks.” He raised his right hand sideways, keeping his thumb apart from the rest. “I look forward to working with you, Chaeyeon-ssi.”

She took his hand, shaking it with her left. “Likewise, Honggi-ssi.”

They became friends, as expected, but even that wasn’t an easy path for them to take. The moment Honggi’s close friends and colleagues from his previous team heard the news of them hitting off, they went to him whenever he’s on his own several times— pestering him like insects flying on his radar, buzzing and whizzing around him, even though they were in different teams and floors apart.

“I know you’re kinda down bad,” his taller colleague assumed. “But are you sure you wanna go with Kim Chaeyeon?”

“Can’t you just go after someone else?” another one of his old deskmates chimed in.

“What about her, man?” Honggi wondered. “She seems pretty nice and approachable. Definitely more capable than me. I got to know her better, compared to when we’re in college. And besides… We’re just friends.”

“Another load of bullshit from you, man,” his taller one cackled. “Friends? Since when have you been friends with a woman, let alone at work?”

“Since Kotone? Since Suhyeon? Since Jayoon? Do you want me to go on?”

“Alright, alright,” he raised his hands in defeat. “Fair enough, man.”

“And before you even ask,” Honggi continued with conviction. “No, I didn’t have the urge to sleep with them, you weirdos. Like I said, I’m just friends with Chaeyeon now.”

“Whatever you guys are right now,” the old deskmate added, telling him with a tone of concern. “There’s some things you don’t know about her.”

“That’s true,” the taller one hums in agreement. “It's better if you find some of the tea that she may not even spill by herself. Otherwise, you’ll regret it down the road.”

“Like what?” Honggi’s voice became a little louder. The two became daunted by him.

He sees them as invasive. Despite the two of them being his friends for years, this was the first time he did not feel comfortable listening to their babbles about office drama. Ironically enough, he's no stranger to being an office gossiper himself back in the past. “Mianhae, guys,” he sighs. “Just spill it out. I'm sure it's not that big of a deal.”

“When she first worked here, she was more…” the deskmate scans through his mental thesaurus. “Promiscuous. That woman is wilder than she looks, man. As in more than you can imagine. But I don’t know, maybe she isn’t like that nowadays.”

“And?” he tilts his head. Hearing their persistence has been rubbing him the wrong way. “Her relationships should be the last of my business, let alone anyone else’s.”

“Whatever, man,” the taller colleague gives him a pat on his shoulder. “Just be careful when you’re dealing with that kind of woman… Especially if you’ve fallen for her.”

“Thanks, but umm,” Honggi scoffs at their warnings. Even though their overwhelming load of cautions made him a little worried, not for himself or even his own friends, but for Chaeyeon. “I think you guys are being overdramatic.”

“We just don’t want you to get hurt, dude. But if you’re still not convinced, you’ll see.”

Honggi heard the rumors from other colleagues about cases of cheating on her previous relationships, but Chaeyeon dismissed them, though whenever he got any close to being curious, she could only tell him responses like, “It’s, uhhhh, more complicated than that. But there was no cheating involved or anything.” Nevertheless, she was starting to enjoy his company over time, and so did he, in spite of all the misgivings he heard from other people around his workspace. A trust was strengthened through their bond ever since they felt that spark, prompting them to keep meeting each other from time to time.

The following months between the two were basically a game of “will-they-won’t-they?” Until the moment of truth came a year later. One had to finally make their first move.

“Hey, do you want to go to dinner?” Honggi approached her. “After work, that is?”

She placed her elbow on her desk, staring at him with a whimsical smile. “What is this, Lim Honggi-yah?”

“I’m just asking you out… For dinner,” he told her without any further details, making his tone sound casual. Just maybe a little too much. “I’m sure it’s not that different whenever we have lunch in this building. It’s just outside... Unless you have plans for tonight, then we can do it some other—”

“Loosen up,” she snorted a laugh due to his rapid pace. “I’m super free tonight… So, I would very much like that. You got any place in mind?”

“I was thinking if you have a suggestion,” he proposed. “Since you know this district a little better than I do.”

“How thoughtful of you.”

Even though he’s already thought of a comeback, Honggi tried to keep a straight face. “I’m, uhh, I’m just letting my sunbae do the honors.”

“Yah!” she exclaimed, leaving from her seat to chase off the running man across the room, before heading to the nearest pojangmacha outside their building. Honggi insisted that it would be his treat, so she took his words to heart.

“I’ll have a plate of gyeran-mari, a platter of tteokbokki, an odolppyeo-bokkeum, a bowl of eomukguk, and a bottle of makgeolli.”

“Okay,” the vendor turned her head to the man, whose eyes only widened at her orders. “How about you, son?”

“I… uhhh… I’ll have another bowl of eomukguk, and a roll of kimbap. Kamsahamnida.”

She chuckled at his reaction as soon as the vendor started preparing their orders. “I’ll pay for my orders, okay? Plus, they’re all meant to be shared, so you better help me out.”

“Of course,” he insisted. “But don’t worry, ‘cause I can still pay for them.”

“I haven’t eaten anything since lunch, so I don’t mind having a heavier meal tonight.”

He feels his own heart anguish, even unnecessary guilt, hearing her admit those words. “You should really stop skipping your meals, Chaeyeon-ah.”

“Gwenchana,” she shrugged his worries off with a cheery tone. “I rarely skip meals. Today was just an exception to that. I'm okay, Honggi.”

They didn't have a label for whatever they were, but they began dating, albeit in secret. Yes, they used the term dating, even if they weren’t “anything” at first, and even though he didn’t realize that she was hiding a few secrets from him for a while. Yet despite this, Honggi didn’t blame her, or even held an ounce of spite, when she told him the truth of most of the hearsays and rumors his own friends were warning him about. It's her life, he tells himself… I don't have to know everything, unless she tells me about it.

Knowing Chaeyeon, she confided in him some of the things that others would talk about her. How she experienced catcalling by others, had her own credits and contributions at her projects stolen or undermined by certain executives, and how she dealt with them in her two years at this company. Of course, she has her own close friends whom she could tell her secrets to outside of work, but with Honggi, it’s something new compared to a lot of things she has been going through at work lately. To her, he was a new ingredient that started spicing up her life at their workplace. He was a friend whose shoulders she could lean on. One she can call text or late at night, whether they're working on a team project, or talking about anything else. One who she can exchange jokes with without getting too offended. One who doesn’t laugh whenever she loses her balance on a slippery floor and rather, goes his way to help her back up, just before they laugh it off together. One that coyly tells her that she looks beautiful whenever she enters the office with a new look. That’s Honggi to Chaeyeon. It is the balance of feeling comfortable and the yearning which they have for each other.

But that first date was also the first time Chaeyeon decided to come clean with him.

More than an hour had passed inside the pocha. Most of their plates and bowls were emptied, with the leftovers already wrapped up, most notably Chaeyeon’s tteokbokki. Fees have been paid. But they still remain here, having longer talks and banters about whatever they can bring up until the clock reaches nine.

Reasonably, she felt hesitant at first. “Do you believe what they're saying about me?”

Honggi saw it in her eyes. The sense of dread she was trying to hide. Not to mention her cheeks looking more pinkish. Why does she kind of look like a peach? A really cute one, he wonders, just as he brushed off such an honest observation. He inched his hand on her fingers, hoping it would alleviate her unease. She looked down, feeling his gentle, electric touch. It’s that spark again. “I only believe what you tell me, Chaeyeon-ssi.”

“Honggi-yah. You know, you've only known me for a year,” she faced him with eyes ridden with guilt while wearing a somber smile. “That pales in comparison to your buddies at your old team. They basically welcomed you into this company.”

“Sure, they’re my friends,” he acknowledged. “But they don't know you either. They can call me a simp all they want. Maybe I am. Still, it doesn’t change the fact that I’ve known you enough to know that—”

She left her seat and inched closer to his face, kissing him for the first time, sending sparks throughout both their bodies at this moment. In her mind, she took a big risk... Within seconds, they feel and taste each other’s lips, unavoidably exploring the flavors of their meals, yet they savor each, from tangy to savory. Their lips part, Honggi opens his eyes, frozen in disbelief. His breathing becomes a little heavier at first, yet a stream of relief and excitement follows from him.

“I guess that’s one thing they, or you, didn’t know about me.”

“They did tell me,” slipped from his mouth, but immediately covered himself with his hand. “Though I didn’t mean to ruin this moment. I tried to ignore them, but I couldn’t forget when they said that you’d be…”

“What?” she questioned, her monotone voice striking panic through him.

“Promiscuous?” he confessed in embarrassment. “Mianhae. That's what they told me.”

She let out a giggle. “Don’t be… I kinda expected just that,” her sultry tone and grin remained. Her fingers trailed up his sleeve, sending a chilling sensation down his spine. “But… Feeling is different from knowing, don’t you agree?”

He nodded with an embarrassed smile. Before the silence of the night breeze could have overtaken their moment, Honggi made the next move while Chaeyeon smiled and closed her eyes in anticipation of this moment.

In the months that followed, Honggi and Chaeyeon have gone on dates at either fancy or simple restaurants, watched movies at the theater, given each other gifts and bouquets on occasions, and taken walks to plenty of parks and museums, like most couples. For indoors, they hang out at each other’s places, where they cook, cuddle, wheedle, or watch TV and—for the most part—having stress relieving sex after work, which has pretty much become a tradition for the pair during weekends—if their limbs aren’t sore because of it, to say the least.

= = =

This Friday evening, they’re in Chaeyeon's apartment. Her bed is starting to reek of sex. Their mixed sweat and juices long splattered across the bed sheets, with their breathing bouncing across the room. Both their stamina and fuel to keep going have been drained, although their requited satisfaction is off the charts. Neither of them may be able to top their performance this week in the next few days. Although they have had wilder times, tonight’s one of their most passionate ones so far, but that doesn’t come as a surprise.

They suddenly hear a ringtone at the door, followed by a click, since they never closed the bedroom door. Honggi gets up from the bed, freezing on alert, but Chaeyeon’s lips only curve upwards with anticipation. Based on her face, he understands just who the person from the other side is. The only other resident of this astonishing abode. A tall woman in a grey blazer and black slacks.

“Jagiya," Chaeyeon, now in her blue robe, exits the bedroom with her usual sweet tone as she walks up to her girlfriend at the foyer. “You’re home!”

“Hi, unnie,” Jiwoo’s smile reciprocates her girlfriend’s, although the tone of her voice is a little weaker. “You may wanna get a hold of yourself a little longer. Imma shower for a bit. The train tonight was more crowded than usual.”

“I don’t care how smelly you are now,” she retorts, proving her words with a kiss to Jiwoo’s left cheek. “Plus, I don’t think our scents are that different now, hmm..?”

The woman smirks, slowly trailing her fingers up the collar of Chaeyeon’s robe to take a peek of her bare body. “If that’s the case, then why don’t you join me in the shower?”

“I much as I would love that,” she tells her, giving her another peck on her right cheek. “I think you should go ahead first, babe.”

“Oh, right,” her mouth slightly gapes, realizing what she meant. “Mianhae. We have a guest, after all. I didn’t even notice.”

“Don’t apologize,” Chaeyeon holds her hands. “You’re looking a little tired, Juju-yah. Better get some rest first, arachi?”

Honggi exits the room, now wearing his shirt and boxers. Sitting on the couch with his phone, he watches them kiss and embrace with passion. Even he can tell the warmth of their years of care and love for each other, acknowledging well that this pair predates whatever he and she has. Sure, he may come off as a third wheel, but it’s not the first time he’s entered this awkward situation whenever he’s with both of them.

Tossing her messenger bag on the couch, she slouches on the furniture herself to take a breather, the tall woman takes a look at the man with a polite smile yet insouciant eyes, Jiwoo makes a little effort by raising her right hand to wave at him once she has turned on the television. “Hey, Honggi-ssi.”

Honggi bows his head with a sheepish smile. “Hey, Jiwoo-ssi. How’s your day?”

“Oh, you know. Business as usual,” she pouts. “The studio was less occupied tonight… But, surprisingly enough, the bakery had more customers than usual. We even had to delay its closure by thirty minutes… How’s yours?”

For hours, he had almost forgotten. This is far from an ordinary relationship. A lot of couples have become more open-minded, mostly for the better, yet not every couple is open like Chaeyeon and Jiwoo. He recalls their third date, when she came clean about the thrilling and intriguing nature of his lover’s relationship with someone else.

= = =

Back to six months ago, right after the heat of the moment. It was their eighth kiss at the garden, located outside the restaurant they just dined at. It was a romantic memory for both of them, butterflies and all that. For Chaeyeon, it felt like she entered the Garden of Eden every time they locked lips, or felt each other’s tongue trying to slide in. However, as soon as their eyes meet again, she pulls the elephant back inside their room almost immediately to remind him of her pressing concern, at least for his sake.

“That was, wow... But, um, you clearly weren't paying attention to what I just told you, oppa, which, by the way, I've told you about seven times on separate occasions, yet it’s always like that’s no big deal to you.”

Even though it was her plan to come clean since their first date, Honggi’s reaction has somewhat bothered her often. He seems too chill about it, she described his behavior. She confessed to having a girlfriend during their second date, but he only took it well. Way too well. That’s why she keeps pressing him about her revelation whenever they spend time outside of work.

“That just means that I’ve listened to you loud and clear, Chaeyeon-ah,” he comforted her with a gentle caress to her cheek, making Chaeyeon look down out of meekness. Even if kissing or simply touching her should have felt like taking a lot of bites of the forbidden fruit, Honggi’s heart and mind are willing to submit to such a sweet sensation.

But, with his accepting words, she realized something. Just like how he waited for her and comforted her until she opened up, maybe she proved herself that she’d be just as willing to do the same for Honggi, if she wants to make him stay and make things work with the man she has fallen for.

“I don't care if you have a girlfriend, another boyfriend, or another lover,” he continued. “I don't mind if that's just how you live and love. I mean… If you do feel the same way for me—I don’t know, maybe that's enough for us, don’t you think? And it’s not like you’re cheating on your girlfriend, is it?”

“Of course, not,” she looked back at him. “I meant what I said. Jiwoo and I have been ‘open’ for a while now, and it’s been going well for both of us. For the most part.”

“For the most part?” he repeated, raising his eyebrow in confusion.

“We can’t always be lucky,” she shrugged. “But my point is, my girlfriend and I tell each other whoever we’re interested in… So you shouldn’t be worried about that, Honggi.”

“Well, I think any other person who could’ve been with you now, would’ve been lucky,” he contemplated. “I just happened to be that man this time.”

“Are you just saying that so you can finally get in my pants?” she cooed.

“Definitely not,” he inched away and crossed his arms, wanting to appear classier to her. “Unless you want that, I’m a patient man.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “What a gentleman you are.”

“I’m serious… I like what we have now, Chaeyeon-ah.” His speech reverted back to a serious one. “But if you don't want me to be in your life a little more often, then I can understand that. We can stay friends, if you’d like it—”

She put her index finger on his lips. He sees her alluring smile slowly forming.

“Of course, I'm serious too. It’s our third date, silly,” she took another step closer, triggering a sudden gulp in his throat. “You have no idea how much I want you, Honggi-yah.”

They rented a motel room, agreeing not to introduce each other’s places just yet. “It’s still a bit too messy,” Honggi defended his reasoning, though Chaeyeon’s reason was, “Jiwoo-yah will be surprised to see me taking someone home while she’s around and besides… I'm all yours tonight.”

Despite their previous dates becoming more and more intimate, they haven’t done anything beyond second base because of Chaeyeon’s hesitation. About how Honggi would react once she tells him about their open relationship, or finds that out from some of the blabbermouths at work. Thankfully, she had chosen the former route.

As soon as they arrived inside their motel room, Chaeyeon hungrily jumped on Honggi, whom he caught with lustful enthusiasm. As they made out unrestrained, their tongues danced in harmony, tasting each other without delay while he held on to her hips and waist, as his fingers explored her curves with curiosity. The pair might have enjoyed each other’s mouth more than the expensive meals they had that night.

His right hand finds its way on her bottom, giving her right cheek a slow squeeze, which broke their kiss with a moan from the woman. He’s found more of her sensitive zones.

About ten minutes had passed of exploring each other's mouth and the curve of their body, and they slowed down and took off each other’s attire. From the bottom to top, Honggi slowly unbuttoned her sleeve, digging in his lips down her neck the more her skin was exposed, licking and tasting the woman as if she's producing nectar. “Hnghh…”

Condoms were located inside the nightstand. Thank God for love motels, Honggi sighed, but, as Chaeyeon unbuttons his pants, a thought still bothered him. And it bothered him if he didn’t tell her the truth about this information sooner.

“I… haven’t done this in a while,” the man stutters, instinctively scratching his head.

“It’s okay…. Let me,” she whispers. She unlocks her blue bra with an alluring smirk, revealing her voluminous breasts to her partner. Honggi becomes stunned, like a stun grenade was just dropped in front of his eyes, a pair that blinds him with lust and thirst.

The man looks at her with a veil of caution, suppressing his true excitement. “May I?”

She nodded, and he leaped in for the attack, nibbling and sucking her bosom. “Oh, fuck.” While Chaeyeon can only hum and whimper as Honggi pleasured her with his mouth. Despite her eyes closing in bliss, her hand creeped all the way down his erect crotch, but that didn't stop him from savoring each of her plump rack like it’s dessert. “Yes, that's it… You know your thing, baby,” she purred with her eyes closed.

But Honggi stopped for a second. A bulb lit up in his head. No need to rush this.

“Let me take the lead, if you don't mind,” he tells her. She nods, before he latches his lips onto hers. His left hand stays firm on her breast, massaging them with circular motions, with his right hand being deployed down her clit. Testing the waters, he puts one finger in her, suddenly triggering a whimper of surprise from her. The second finger followed inside, igniting the moan that he couldn’t get enough of. If that wasn’t enough for her, he deploys the third finger to do another trick. His right thumb latched beside the clit, making a limited up and down motion. “God… You devious son of a… gun!”

After giving her a deeper kiss, his lips trailed down her neck, collarbone, chest once again, curves, and belly button. He bowed on one knee until his gaze reached the level of his destination, her nether regions, in between her thick thighs. As Honggi start to eat Chaeyeon out, she couldn’t stop moaning while her hands kept fighting on whether to grip Honggi’s wavy hair or the cover of the mattress.

He stopped, giving Chaeyeon a sense of disappointment. He looked up to her. “Mianhae, but I just wanna say… Go ahead, Chae, pull my hair.”

The woman exhaled a smile, speechless and astonished by his openness to her much rougher habits.

After giving his permission to his lover, he went through his techniques, blowing into it with his warm breath before slowly licking her inner thighs to amplify her anticipation. With his tongue, he starts circling her clit from side to side, up and down, repeating the process through different variations. Each lick and swirl triggers a different note from the woman’s voice, increasing the intensity of her moans from minute to minute. Her right hand latched on to his hair.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, fuck!” she cried out in glee. The rush of feeling his mouth savoring her cunt only made her curse louder, not wanting for this sensation to stop, even if her juices begin to leak. Minutes went by as she howled in his efforts with little intervals of silence, and she could feel herself reaching her maximum capacity. Like a cup overflowing with liquid. “Baby, fuck! I'm getting close… I can't hold it—”

She looked up to the heavens and reached her orgasm, splashing her milky fluids on his face. And unsurprisingly, it would be far from the last on this night. Chaeyeon caught her breath, and opened her eyes to find Honggi’s creamed face. Realizing what she's done, she apologized to him. However, he licked whatever was left on his hand, much to her surprise, yet Chaeyeon didn’t have him to have the fun all by himself. She cupped his face and pulled him closer, sticking her tongue out and licking her own juice, starting down his chin up to his left cheek. “Holy,” Honggi could only mutter in awe, before she pulled him for a kiss. Moments have passed, the main show has now arrived. With the condom completely wrapped around his member, they both lie down on the bed.

Now, it’s her turn to make an effort to please Honggi, sitting on his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist. Fueled by excitement, she aligned her entrance with his shaft, while Honggi exhaled with anticipation at her initiative.

Clearing her throat at the sight of it, she inched her body until his tip faced her entrance. Oh, I'm not sure if I can handle this, she thinks at the spectacle of his own cock. It might not be the longest she has seen, but his girth made her speechless. Her reaction was split between intimidation and appetite. However, while Chaeyeon salivated at his cock with her stare, it was Honggi who continued the formalities amidst her hesitation. “Can I?”

“Do the honors,” she husked. Honggi received her blessing. With a deep breath, his manhood entered inside her slit. Chaeyeon felt hair stand up all over her body, yet she maintained her own composure while her hole welcomed his lover’s key. He slowly pushed his penis, deeper and deeper within.

Despite submitting to the woman's lead, his rod finally found more of her pleasurable zones inside her womb, the longer he inched himself more forward within Chaeyeon’s tightening embrace, who squealed right next to his ear just as his yonic expedition had reached the end.

“I never expected it to happen like this,” he confessed while easing on his grinding.

“Me… ngggnnneither.” Savoring his shaft, she leaned in and peppered a few kisses on his forehead, an action that made him chuckle. “But I'm glad… that it's like thisss.”

In search of something familiar and comforting in this intense session, their eyes ended up crossing paths again. Lust and love clashed through their body and mind, but Honggi feels conflicted about whether he should praise or eroticize her, in all of her naked glory. “You’re so cute. So hardworking. So smart… So fucking beautiful, Chaeyeon. You're so…” Regardless, he couldn't help but do both in such a crazed and stimulating moment. “Fuck!”

“What?” a grin crept on her face. His unorganized words were music to her ears, but she wanted more. “Go on, baby. Come on, say it to me.”

He found a new side of this woman. And she was right, about what she told him during their first date.

“You’ve imagined me naked before, haven’t you?”

Caught by her question, Honggi thought of those moments. He's only a man, after all. Even before they became more intimate, he had instances of finding her attractive. For starters, her face. To him, Chaeyeon is what they would call a visual. He once asked why she didn't become an idol or model for a living, though she shrugged him off. Her two memorable hairstyles. Her butt when she dropped her folder on the floor one time. Her cleavage, during their dates. Even her mannerisms often make him feel things. But even then, he would stop himself from entertaining any other thoughts. Now that their story is different, he only groaned with pleasure, coordinating his movement with her grinding. She tilted her head at his lack of words, sensing that he's become distracted by his thoughts while his body’s on autopilot. “Hmm… You’re not answering, baby.”

“It’s different… Feeling you is much more different,” he admitted his thoughts.

“How different?” She encouraged him, surprised he even remembered those same words from months back.

“You’re so…” his thrusts hardened. “Fucking hot. Hotter than I could… Imagine!”

She bit her lower lip. “Atta…boy.”

Their rhythm reaches synchronicity. He says his praises along with his powered plunges. The woman created a graceful and dynamic symphony with her moans, holding onto his back with eagerness, burying her fingernails on his trapezius whenever he reached more spots to stimulate as his cock moved in and out inside her.

She wouldn't admit it to anyone, but Chaeyeon hasn't felt pleasure like this in years. Sure, she might have a girlfriend before him, but there's just something different with this sensation. Not better or worse. Just new. And she doesn't want to let it go, let him go, especially at this moment. Yet unlike most of the folks she has dated and slept with, there's action and power to his words. Even at this pace, she wanted to test his attention.

“Slap my ass,” she rasped, clasping her hands around his back a little tighter to maintain her motion.

“Huh?” his rhythm slowed down as he leaned his ear closer.

“Do it, baby!” she whined, feeling her insides getting stretched. “Just slap my—”

Honggi did what he’s told. He raised his right palm and tapped her right butt cheek while it kept bouncing on, along with its other half.

She's not too impressed. She barely felt it. “Harder,” she purred. “Was that a tickle?”

A nerve was struck there. Even if she was doing it to get him worked up, his ego took it as not being good enough. Failing to satisfy her. Like with his own exes. Thus, he only pushed himself to prove her wrong. He slapped her butt again, now with double the speed. Some impact was felt, and it amused her. “Heh… You're… getting there.”

Goaded and aroused by her taunts, he cranked up his strength level and tripled his speed, raising his hand for the third time, now spreading his fingers apart, and smack! Honggi’s slap sent a surge of stimulation throughout the rest of her body—from her skin to her most sensitive spots—and he followed it up with four more slaps in similar levels.

“Oooooooooohh, fuck!” she howled with delight, feeling the reverb down her buttocks. Pleased by his own results, he celebrated by licking her neck and nibbling on her right nipple, forcing the woman to muffle her continuous moans with a lip bite. “Don’t stop that... hmm? It feels… too good.”

“You deserve everything good, Chae-yah,” he returned to praising her. “You deserve the fucking best!”

“Then do I deserve… This big cock inside me?” she wailed. “Do I, Honggi-yah?”

“You deserve it, mommy,” he moaned, giving his best and hardest to please her with his member through rougher thrusts. “This cock is made… just for you. And a lot more!”

Those words were the final straw in the stacks of sensation she's feeling. “I’m… close!”

His ego prompted him to say the same thing and lie to her, but even his thrilled and exhilarated body answered otherwise, insisting that he kept on pounding the woman with all his might. “Do it, Chae,” he cheered on, choosing to listen to his body to keep going, while his partner was already nearing her completion.

And as Chaeyeon hit a high and long note at the top of her lungs, Honggi felt the warm stream of juices burst out her vagina, even from the veil of the latex barrier protecting his rod. Still moving his own hips forward inside her womb, Honggi was more than happy that she reached her climax for a second time, even if his ego was already disappointed that he couldn’t do it at the same time as hers, since he himself was now close to releasing. Another skill issue, his own inner ego mocked him, but he was rarely bothered, knowing that he's next.

“Fill me up, baby!” she commanded. “It's… your… reward, for being so good in me.”

He knows what she means, even if he really can't literally do what she asked this time. Not tonight, anyways. He also moaned the moment he busted all his semen inside the condom, though his volume paled in comparison to the woman's. Feeling his cum to be taking a little longer to unload, he pulled his cock out of her. As both slowed down along with their breathing, such an experience put a smile of fulfillment on both their faces.

“Maybe next time,” he gasped, falling on the bed beside her.

“Mianhae, baby,” she caressed his left cheek with a pout. “It’s our first time, and you did so well… But, I didn't even ask if you were close.”

He cupped her face and leaned closer to kiss her lips, reassuring her. “Don't be, Peachy… I'm just happy I even managed to please you.”

She raised an eyebrow, but his words and action put a beam of appreciation on her face. “You got a nickname for me now?”

His flight-or-fight response activated, more on the former. “You don't like it?”

“I do. And it's nice,” she hummed. “It’s, umm, similar to what my girlfriend calls me.”

Chaeyeon's words suddenly sent an unexpected reaction down Honggi's member. Her eyes darted at his erection with lustful interest. “What the hell?” he murmured, rising from the bed in surprise. The woman followed his movement until they're both seated.

“I know you're a bit disappointed… for not finishing with me,” she teased. Her hands stroke his cock up and down, slowly lowering her head to its level, mirroring his actions earlier. “But I'll make it up to you, oppa… The night's still young, hmm?”

Staring at his now erect cock, she licked the remains of his cum off his tip clean, sending tingles through his spine. She proved her point. Honggi could only watch and groan at her determined display, before answering her with, “Well… It's your call, mommy.”

That night was the first, second, third, and fourth times they’ve had sex. In retrospect, the first one was definitely far from their best one—but so are most first times, though admittedly, it can be said that it was better than most, especially since they had a few more rounds that exceeded the last. All in one night, Honggi had his balls deep inside Chaeyeon several times, and she savored every second, minute, and hour of it—even if they used protection the whole night. For starters, they ended up doing more than one position. The missionary, lotus, cowgirl, and some of which are mixed variations of the previous ones, along with a few more.

Half an hour has passed. They sprawl next to each other on the memory foam mattress. Their eyes lock in the silence, sensing the satisfaction, endearment, and warmth in each other’s smile, gaze, and touch, respectively, while they gasp for breath—in a similar way one would after partaking in track and field, gymnastics, swimming, and weightlifting, perhaps combined with other sports, all at the same time.

They've finally reached the remaining bases of physical intimacy in their relationship. In fact, they’ve hit the homerun, as some call it. In the afterglow of their vehement rounds, both players felt like winners on each one in this game, which felt both competitive and a team play, which is what it actually is.

“You… told me… you haven't done this… in a…” Chaeyeon huffed and puffed, holding on to his shoulder. “While.”

“And you said you’ve only known… A few positions,” he fired back, caressing her hand. “What was… all that?”

“That was a few,” she exhaled with a smug grin. Her hand moved to his chest, giving his pecs a few tickles.

His tiring eyes and smile widened at such a remark, sensing a tingle down there. “Does that mean there’s more?”

“Hmm…” she squinted her eyes at him, her breathing slowly back to normal. “I never expected for you to be such a perv, oppa. You’re gonna need a little more discipline.”

“Bring it on,” he goaded her, aroused and intimated by her playful warning. He and his member readied up to what she had to offer.

Driven by their untameable lust, their next few rounds came right after that minute.

After that night, the man would enter Chaeyeon's life a lot more often. In ways more than one. From restaurant dates to traveling, their romantic and sexual adventures began. Honggi would sometimes wonder how their relationship would have worked, considering the fact that they’ve only been meeting three and half times a week but he eventually understood and adapted, both on his own and from Chaeyeon’s comforting words. Meanwhile, the other half of the schedule would be dedicated to her girlfriend.

Every week, he would spend more time with her on the last three days of the week, with Jiwoo being her priority in the first half. However, nothing is ever final, as they tend to switch on the next one or even overlap at times. That’s when Chaeyeon mediated their introduction as both of her lovers. It is a rare situation for someone to introduce their girlfriend to their new boyfriend and vice versa, but it happened to the three of them. They were properly introduced on a Saturday morning—their third month of dating.

For this significant occasion, they met at a cafe that was nearest to their apartment.

“Jiwoo-yah, this is Honggi,” Chaeyeon gestured with her hands. “Honggi-yah, this is Jiwoo.”

Awkwardness was inevitable but as Chaeyeon recalls it, it was one of the most awkward she has ever felt from them, even reconsidering whether it was a good idea to introduce them in the first place, since their schedules were working with little to no problem. But she was impressed that he still pushed through with it like a champ, just like Jiwoo did.

Honggi finally met Chaeyeon’s woman for the first time since college. “Oh, it really is you…” Recognizing her at first glance, he straightened his posture and bowed to her. His cup of coffee remains untouched. “Annyeonghaseyo, Jiwoo-ssi.”

“Told you he’d recognize me,” she murmured next to her girlfriend. Jiwoo bowed to him seconds later, before taking a sip of her iced tea through the flexible silicone straw.

“That’s great!” Yet Chaeyeon still perseveres. As stubborn as she may seem, she wants this to work out. The man she has fallen for has been nothing but great to her, and she wants her beloved to see that in some capacity. “I hope you two will get along together, because we will be seeing each other more often. I know we have our own schedules on meeting each other, but since you two agreed with me on this...”

= = =

After ten minutes of small talk with the other woman in the living room, he returns back to his girlfriend’s room. His doubts and self-inadequacy mandates him to dress up in his outerwear and call it a night. Although he likes their company, he doesn't know what else to do.

But just as Honggi is facing the present with a few hints of doubt, he takes a deep sigh. Chaeyeon has read his mind and places her right hand on his cheek. “Look, oppa... I'm not asking you to simply shag her or whatever," she tells him casually. “She can do that with whoever she likes. She's a strong, independent woman.”

“I know she is,” her words throw him off guard. This is indeed a new territory for him, but he still went on because he knew he liked this woman in front of him. “But I'm not even considering that—And I don't.”

“Sure,” she laughs at his defensive reaction. “But you gotta admit, she’s gorgeous.”

Honggi takes a glance at Jiwoo from the dining table, laughing loudly and unabashedly at whatever she’s watching on her phone, something that contrasts his first impression of her. That’s one trait of hers that he hasn’t forgotten since all three of them started to hang out in this apartment. “She really is.”

“See?” her voice raises with enthusiasm. “Babe, you do find her attractive!”

“That was a test?” he scoffs in disbelief. “I mean that, from an objective standpoint.”

“Maybe, I'm just kidding.” She tilts her head to the side. “Maybe I’m not. We’ll see.”

“Yah…” he lowers his voice. “You’re scaring me for a bit.”

“Babe, loosen up a bit…” she tries to woo him with her kittenish voice. “Jiwoo doesn’t really hate you or anything. Far from it. It's okay for both of you to take things slow... Slower than we have, if you must.”

He can only ponder about his own decision while he listens to Chaeyeon, knowing well that she is still saying her piece. She's worth it, he realizes.

“But the truth is, she hasn’t seen anyone in a while,” she elaborates. “Her last ex didn’t bother calling her again because I said no to having a foursome with one of his friends. Pigs, that’s what they were.”

Immersed and touched by their experience, Honggi halts any considerations of leaving. With whatever they have now, he doesn't want to mess everything up, especially when she, nay, they need him around. “He didn't respect you enough, Chae. Both of you... That was his loss.”

“Thank you, babe,” she reaches both his cold hands, warming it up with her touch. “And with what I said about Jiwoo…”

“It's okay. Whatever happens, I promise I’m not gonna be like that asshat,” he assures her. “Or any other asshats you’ve dealt with in the past… Just because we're both your lovers, that doesn't mean we have to be selfish.”

“I know you won't,” her body sways with elation, charmingly swinging her arms with his. “But I also know you've been eyeing her for a while now. This is nothing new for us.”

“I…uhh… What do you mean? I thought we’ve gone through this.” He has nothing else to retort. His inner demon arises due to her teases, while he recalls the moments she might have brought back to him. Moments where he found something in common with Jiwoo.

And with that, he realizes: that's the thing about dating someone who's already in a committed relationship. It's not always easy. Even monogamous ones aren’t either.

From his eyes, Jiwoo isn't too fond of him being around when the three of them are together, even if their girlfriend doesn’t even want him to leave the apartment until he really has to go. At times, he may even be jealous of Jiwoo too, even if he doesn’t admit it to her. Maybe he’s just insecure, or that he is also falling for her. But he knows that’s not his right. Plus, he also suggested going through this complex relationship to begin with and even now, he doesn’t want to give up on her. On them. He’ll do whatever it takes.

“And besides,” she leans right in his left ear. “It's not the first time we've shared someone... I’m sure you’ve considered that.”

They hear Jiwoo slightly raising her voice from the living room. Having finished her quick shower, she’s now in a casual get-up: an oversized pink T-shirt and cargo pants. “Unnie, I’m heading out for a bit. Just gonna buy some groceries at the CVS. Is there anything you both need?”

“Wait here for a minute,” Chaeyeon advises Honggi—which he nods without any look of complaint—before heading to her girlfriend. “What’s the rush, Juju? Can’t we just order them online, like we used to?”

“I can, but… I wanna go outside,” she doubles down on her decision. “It’s more efficient that way, since we’re gonna be cooking dinner tonight.”

“It’s not about Honggi, is it?” she murmurs, even showing her puppy eyes at her.

She shakes her head. “No, no, unnie. I thought we'd talked about this. I like Honggi-ssi as your boyfriend. He’s probably the best one you’ve had since… Forever, actually.”

Chaeyeon inches closer, lovingly kissing her girlfriend. “You really think that, babe?”

“Of course. It’s been six months with no red flags, hasn’t it? Not to mention the fact that you were friends for a year before hitting it off. Besides, it’s my excuse to get some fresh air,” Jiwoo whispers to her beloved with a tempting smirk. “You two have fun, because time’s ticking, unnie.”

Meanwhile, Chaeyeon’s reminder triggers two opposing effects in Honggi, arousal down there and insecurity up in his ego. He knows that relationships don't always stay “lovey dovey” or remain in its honeymoon phase, especially with something like theirs. Way before Chaeyeon, he has never been the best at keeping his relationships very long, but considering the fact that they’re already six months strong, Honggi may as well keep on savoring this special and fascinating situation, even if Chaeyeon may not feel the same level as he does in his heart. He'll do it for her. He'll befriend Jiwoo and respect her in the same way he treats their girlfriend, perhaps just platonically… Only time will tell.

Chaeyeon returns inside the room, meeting Honggi with a more optimistic expression. “You look cheerful. Is there anything I should know?”

“I actually have thought about what you said, Chae,” he avows, slowly taking her hand. “I'll try and get to know Jiwoo. I’ll make a little more effort to say the least.”

“Thank you…” she pecks him on his cheek. “You won't regret it, oppa.”

Their lips touch. A little longer and a lot more tender this time. As they part steadily, Chaeyeon’s eyes hunger at the sight of his erect cock, and she wants to return the favor to his body’s involuntary action. “Oh, hello... Wanna go another round, baby?" she coos, untying the strings of her bathrobe, revealing her naked curves as it falls to the floor.

Honggi grins and attacks her lips, initiating another steamy makeout session. She takes off his shirt while he strips off his boxers, before walking each other on the bed. As he slowly lays her down, the hunger in their eyes match. He's on top this round, slowly inserting his cock inside her shaven cunt once more while she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs on his. Even though he’s feeling her walls tighten around his member a little stronger than before, he persists, maintaining a gentle yet fast pace, igniting a whimper of euphoria from Chaeyeon. An instance of déjà vu that always sends her to a higher plane of pleasure with his touches.

He leans down to peck his lover’s lips. “What level would you like from me, mommy?” he whispers in her right ear. More than half of his length is already inside her womb.

“Go all in, baby,” she pleads, instead of teasing and taunting him like she usually does.

Receiving the green light from her, the man begins his thrusts, inserting his final inches inside Chaeyeon. Accelerating in its speed with every second, motivated by the mindset of pleasing his woman more than himself. As he keeps pounding his girlfriend, she ups the ante by reaching to his chest and licking the sweat off his pecs and neck while her erroneous regions feel more than satisfied by the invasion of his throbbing member.

Watching her breasts bounce once again never fails to keep his cock alive, but nothing beats the act he’s about to do. He leans down once again, kissing her for the hundredth time. She reciprocates, doing the trick that always gets him up and going. Only this time, she lets him do it. As his tongue reaches inside her mouth, Honggi demonstrates his dominance by slowly creating circular motions, swaying her tongue in a sticky dance until a louder moan of submission can be heard from her.

Their lips part, though the trail of saliva breaks while his pounding of her continues. He looks at his beloved, feeling his increased heart rate. She opens her eyes a little wider; a smile forms on her face while feeling the surface beneath her tremble with their grinds.

“Daddy,” leaves her mouth, much to his surprise. “Mommy… is loving you inside her so… Much!”

This may be the first time he's heard that name from her, motivating him to amp up his pumps, regardless of his arms and legs getting sore. Her praise makes him flex his core muscles the longer he’s on top of her, realizing that this position was a plank exercise. A better experience than his usual reps, that is. “I’m glad… I'll do even better… Next time… Mommy!”

“You’re already… doing great… Thank you,” she applauded him, feeling his tip rub her cervix over and over again. “Just keep… doing that… next time. Dom… Dominate momma, please!”

“Ne,” he still submits, nodding rapidly with the rhythm of his hips.

Even while getting pounded, an inflamed idea pops in her mind. “Imagine if… Jiwoo gets to be here with us, oppa,” she sticks her tongue out. “How crazy is that, right? You, inside her… Just like you, inside me now. How… you’d do… us. On this same bed—”

“Whaa..? Hnnnggghh!” They both yelp at his persistent knob slightly growing inside her chambers. Closing his eyes, a part of his mind tries to stop himself from imagining what she stated, but his lust has beaten him to it. “Do you… Mean?”

“You… Know what I… mean,” she purrs, leaving kisses and nibbles on his left shoulder along the way to mutually stimulate her partner. “Clearly… your junior… does.” With it, she spread her legs wider, inciting a “Fuck!” from her while getting railed.

There’s no point in denying to Chaeyeon now, so Honggi simply keeps his mouth shut, giving his main focus on pleasuring her. They would continue grinding on for several more minutes, exchanging each other's moans, groans, teases, and quips like primitives who have only learned modern-day language through the act of sex, that is, until they eventually reach past their limit. Beyond what their bodies can handle on this bed.

“Imma… Gonna…” he grunts, hoping that she would get his unintelligible message.

“Me… tooooo!” she only rasps in agreement. “You.. know… where… to… do it!”

For the second time, Honggi has filled Chaeyeon up to the brim with his warm seed. They’ve reached a state beyond the garden, beyond cloud nine. One as ethereal as the heavens or as perverted as hell. The position reminds them with a reminder: simple is sometimes, if not a lot of times, better. Despite the out-of-world orgasms they just felt, they're brought back to their senses seconds later, in each other's arms. The last ounce of their juices continue leaking on the mattress pad. Should've put a protector in there, Chaeyeon ponders while she laughs by herself. She just had it washed six days ago, after three months of using it. A lesson is learned. She'll just have to keep in her urges a little longer next time they even plan on using the bed in the weeks to come.

Still, she doesn't regret doing it here, especially with the man that’s been making her heart flutter and her nethers tingle twenty-four-seven. Catching their breath for about the nth time, they’ve now agreed to stop for tonight.

“I–uuhh… I… Wanna…” she pants, unable to form her words during her state of awe, still recovering from a breathtaking last orgasm, seconds ago. “Babe… I wanna say…”

“I love… you,” Honggi mumbles. As he thought before, even if she doesn’t feel the same way. It’s better that he lets her know now. Wherever this will lead into. “I know that’s… too soon to say that, but—”

She shuts him up with a kiss, holding back a smile as their lips collided, cherishing this milestone in their relationship. As they part, she follows up two tender pecks, showing her reciprocation. “Dummy, you took my line… I love you too, Honggi-yah.”

His deepest self-doubts have just been proven wrong right there. Perhaps hers were too. Everything becomes clearer, as their heartbeat grows louder, singing in the same range. She gently strokes his hair, reminding him that they both have little left to worry about. Even if it'll be far from the last of his problems, he won't be alone to face a lot of them.

“I’m home!” Jiwoo exclaims from the living room. She walks to the kitchen and places her stacked bag of groceries on the counter. The portion of ingredients she has bought appears to be more than enough to feed them tonight. “Again, I mean,” she murmurs.

“We’ll be out in a moment!” Chaeyeon howls back, dressing up in her clothes alongside Honggi. They can't help but exchange smiles and giggles, hurrying their movement before Jiwoo’s patience can run out. “Don’t you dare start cooking without us!”

“Not a chance! I'm gonna need all the help I can get from you two. Otherwise, you’ll both be eating outside.”

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hello again! if you've reached this ending, then I'll only say that this only the first part to this miniseries. on another note, I will create my masterlist soon, which I will be updating whenever a new work is out. thanks for the read and follow. have a wonderful day!

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You're too Precious

Pairing : Fem!Yu Jimin x Fem!reader

Author's note: This is inspired by a snippet of a K-Drama. I came across it on ig but I couldn't find the clip again, and sadly I don't know the name of the show. If you do know it, pls do let me know. The title is inspired by James Blake's song of the same name. I recommend you give it a listen when you're in a quiet environment. It's an amazing song. Oh also, the reader is a loser with tattoos (like me :p )

P.S. I know I can't make a Tumblr header to save my life. I tried okay?

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Having just gotten out of lectures, you wanted to wind down as soon as possible, so you hightail it to the dorms. The early morning lectures took years off your precious twenties. The previous nights' late shift at the coffee house adding an extra strain on your tired body.

After a brief walk from your campus, you arrive at the subway and walk up to the terminal. Maybe it's because of the unusual time to catch a train, but the terminal is nearly empty. Only occupied by two girls who have their backs turned to you, sitting at a bench waiting for their train. Having heard your footsteps, they turn their heads and you catch their eyes. You almost let out an audible gasp. Both girls were beautiful. One had long pink hair and the other.. the girl with raven hair, she was absolutely stunning. The dark, wavy hair, the pale skin with pink dusted cheeks, the cat eyes and perfect nose. And to make matters worse she was dressed in a cute white sundress.

It was so difficult not to stare. You manage to not let your jaw drop and looked away upon meeting the raven headed girls eyes, trying to hide the pink hue dusting your cheeks. You realise they look unnerved as they size you up. You're used to the stares you get, though they usually come from older people. But now you feel conscious of the various tattos, and piercings that adorn your body, and your boots and all-black get-up wasn't helping your case either. You wished you wore longer sleeves, or white or.. or something-anything that didn't make them look at you like that.

You take another glance once she looks away, her dress is paired with cute sandals, and a light brown tote hangs from her shoulder. Upon closer inspection you see that there's Shin Chan badges adorning her tote. That's adorable. You think to yourself. Her wavy hair had a brown tinge to it. She was so beautiful and you felt an odd soothing in her presence. It felt like you were feeling the sunshine on a Sunday morning while laying in grass. You found yourself wishing you didn't look so unnerving. Then maybe you would've at least considered approaching them, but alas, their train pulls into the terminal and they enter the train.

~2 days later~

You feel absolutely ridiculous. This might be a new low, even by your standards. Dressed in a white shirt covering your tattoos, slacks on your feet and a casual denim on your legs, with your piercings taken out, and your usually unruly hair combed into an unusual tidyness, you stand at the same terminal.

Yes. You changed your style in hopes of running into that same raven haired beauty again. And this time you will somehow summon the courage to speak to her. She won't be put off by your appearance this time, or so you hope.

It's the second day since you embarked on your grand quest and there's still no sign of her. What were you expecting? It's a big city, thus the chances of running into her again are so very slim.

Frustrated with your own stupidity, you mutter "This is fatherless behaviour" to yourself as you kick at the floor with your brand new slacks. (Yes, you had to buy them and most of your new ensemble as they're not the usual pieces from your wardrobe)

From your peripheral vision you see someone walking up and stand next to you on the terminal. You slightly turn your head. You did a double take that almost gave you whiplash.

Black boots, fishnet stockings, leather skirt, black top, and dark makeup. It was her. The raven haired beauty. She's looking at you and you're gaping at her like you've never a seen a girl before. Well, you've never really seen one as beautiful as her. She lets out a little chuckle that had your knees shaking.

With a smirk adorning her face she asks, "Changed your style?" her voice was rough yet smooth, deeper than you expected, with a just touch of cockiness which made her that much more attractive.

You gulp, "I-um, well, yes." Wow. Great going doofus. All that planning just to fumble this bad. "I-I see you changed yours too." You say in an attempt to rescue the conversation you almost drowned.

"Yeah, thought I'd try something new. Do you like it?" she said, gesturing her hands over her black ensemble. "You look amazing." You say truthfully.

"Really? I gotta say, your new look shows a completely different side of you …?". "Y/N. It's Y/N." Before she could respond, the intercom comes alive with an announcement and the train pulls in. "Well Y/N, I'll see you around." she responds while walking away.

You absolutely love the sound of her voice, her personality matches her features perfectly and she oozes charisma. How completely unfair. If you look like the reincarnation of Aphrodite, you should at least have the common decency to have a bad personality. (You make a mental note to find out if she's bad at Math.)

But she was only annoyingly and undeniably loveable. You're thinking all of this after just a few words between you? You better get her name at least. You're in a stupor as your eyes have been following her figure as she walks towards the doors. Failing to notice that she was getting into the train.

"Wait!" you finally shout out. But she's almost inside the train and doesn't seem to hear you through the busy crowd. "Wait! wait!" you shout as you run towards her but lose sight of her through the crowd. You try to push through the crowd but the warning sound beeps and the train doors close. The train pushes away from the terminal and speeds off into the city.

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heyyyy, could i please request spanking + cheol from your second nsfw bingo 😩😩😣😣😣

oofff you all are popping off with cheol and the nsfw bingo squares - and don't get me wrong, i'm here for it, but i hope we can all match each other's freaks yk

♡ kat

bingo squares: spanking

pairing: choi seungcheol x f!reader

genres: nextdoorneighbor!seungcheol, college student!reader, age gap

summary: y/n is home from college to find her new next-door neighbor is a much younger, hotter man than when she left the fall before (goodbye old mrs. windermere) - but to y/n he seems very lonely and overworked, and she sets out to fix that

word count: 2.2k

warnings: age-gap, smut, voyeurism, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation, spanking, cum eating

it was a cool, balmy morning, perfect for a run. y/n made sure to stop and stretch outside her next-door neighbor’s house. she always started out with a tshirt covering her sports bra, but by the time she had made it around the entire neighborhood, she would just be so hot and sweaty that she would have to take it off. just in time to see seungcheol heading out for his workday - she thought it was cute that he always waved and said ‘hi.’

besides, why not let mr. choi see what he was missing. why he was all alone in a huge house, y/n had no idea - it felt a bit sad to her - and she imagined he was a bit sad, she felt like he deserved a little show. something he could store away in his man-brain. she liked to imagine that he jerked off to thoughts of her while he showered.

lately, she had even made sure to leave her curtains open at night when she was changing for bed - her bedroom faced his. she was basically doing him a service. like a good deed or whatever. and the thought that he might be watching only made her put in the extra effort, like wearing her cutest underwear. because, really, that poor man, all alone in a huge house, and no one around to take care of his needs - she couldn’t even imagine how blue his balls must be.

plus, why not make him ache to be balls deep in her hot, tight pussy. she had always liked the idea of an older man anyway. boys her age were less than ideal - they didn’t know how to handle her. but she was certain mr. choi would know exactly how to take care of her and all of her needs.

not to mention, she had the best reason to randomly knock on his door - she was house sitting for her parents. so she was all alone in a big house, just one girl against all the creepy sounds that could happen, like trees scraping the window or the raccoons that liked snuffling around her mother’s composting area. and what if she heard sounds like someone breaking in?

she was ecstatic that her mom had already let the neighbors know that she would be home alone that summer while her parents were off doing some research in whatever far-flung country. her amazing mother had even taken her to meet her new neighbor, since he was right next door - the closest in case y/n needed something. he had been so nice too, letting her know that she could drop by anytime. he even offered to let her use his pool since he wasn’t really home to enjoy it himself.

so far, she hadn’t taken advantage of his offer to use his pool, but this morning, she planned to ask him if it was okay, since it was really hot. plus she was tired of banging around her parent’s. although, she had baked some cookies - she felt like she might take those to him, as well. whatever she needed to do to get to ride his face - she really didn’t care.

she made her way back, picking up her pace a bit, worried she might miss him - he was like clockwork - she knew when he left and when he came home, always roughly at the same time each day. she made it back just in time to almost collide with him as she walked to knock on his front door.

she laughed, “oh, i’m so sorry, mr. choi,” she gushed, “i just wanted to ask if it was still okay if i used your pool?” she made sure to stand with a hand on her hip and to do her best to not look out of breath.

he was dressed in a button-down and slacks, his suit jacket slung over his arm, and half a bagel in his mouth. he was so cute - his hair was just the right amount of messy, but otherwise, he looked so clean-cut. he held up a finger to her and unlocked his car, a nice two-seater, and unceremoniously chucked his bag and jacket in before turning back to her.

she watched him take her in for a second, “yeah, the pool - of course - i can give you the gate code if you have your phone?”

she didn’t run with her phone actually - she liked to have her breaks from tech. she smiled, “oh, no, i don’t actually - could you text it to me?”

of course he could, like the darling he was. he took her number and sent the gate code to her.

“there’s some snacks and drinks in the outdoor kitchen too,” he offered.

“oh, thanks - that’s so kind of you,” she genuinely smiled because it was really sweet, since she had never seen anyone really come by his house.

he smiled, “and it’s seungcheol - mr. choi is my dad,” his dimples only grew at the bad line.

she laughed though - he was cute enough to get away with a few corny lines. she thanked him again and made sure to tell him to ‘have a good day’ and all of the things he should be told before he went off to work his insane hours. she had the urge to kiss him, but instead, she just flashed her cutest smile and walked back home.

she showered and changed into a skimpy bikini. she grabbed a book and some extra snacks and her phone, and headed through the back yard to enjoy seungcheol’s amazing pool. she swam for a bit and then lounged and read - it was nice to be able to go back and forth between the pool and her book without having to worry about anyone bothering her stuff.

she did the same thing the next day too. and the next. but friday, she changed course - she stopped him again in the morning, and offered to make him dinner - she knew he would be home at a reasonable hour, plus she did want to pay him back. actually, pay him back because he had been really nice. plus, being inside his home would really progress things.

he hadn’t seemed as surprised as she had hoped, but he agreed all the same.

she was a great cook - she was not concerned about that part of things at all. she had planned a menu the day before and made a grocery order for fillets with a pan sauce, potatoes that she would roast, and she was planning a beet salad with goat’s cheese, some bread that she had started the night before, and dessert would be cherry galette with sweet cream - something easy to throw together but eye catching. she was in no mood to half-ass this.

she only went to the pool for a quick swim, and then she went home to bake and cook. she made sure everything was perfect and prepped before she went to grab a shower, dress, do some quick makeup, and generally look as perfect as possible. and then she made her way to seungcheol’s house.

he opened the door, still wearing his clothes from the day - his top shirt buttons were unbuttoned, his sleeves were rolled up, and he had a drink. he smiled, and she couldn’t help but return the smile when she fully saw his dimples. he was just so cute and gorgeous. she wondered if his cock was perfect too.

he hung around in the kitchen talking to her as she finished things off. he wasn’t distracting, but he did comment a few times that she had gone to a lot of trouble.

she just laughed, “i’m home alone all day - this was a fun distraction, plus your pool is so amazing and you’ve been so nice to let me use it,” she said with a smile.

he was quiet, though. she glanced up and noticed the way he was watching her - his gaze taking her in. he nodded, “how could i say ‘no’ to you though?” he asked, voice softer than she was prepared for.

she blushed, “i mean it’s pretty easy actually - my dad says ‘no’ to me all the time,” she smiled and turned back to what she was doing.

she glanced back to see him nodding, “i’m sure you don’t do quiet so much to try to please your dad though, do you?”

she felt the small shivers that broke out over her skin - his voice was so deep. she shrugged, “that’s not really my department.”

“no, you don’t want to make your father happy?” he sounded incredulous, as he gave his drink a small swirl.

she was pulling dishes from the oven, making sure all the times lined up. she didn’t answer immediately.

instead, she felt his hands on her hips, “does he know the kind of underwear you wear to bed?” she felt his lips brush her throat, “does he know what a slut you are for my attention?” he whispered just beneath her ear, his lips dragging gently over her skin.

her eyelids fluttered closed at the contact. she felt his hands slide down the front of the dress she was wearing, before hiking it up, “what underwear are you wearing tonight, baby girl?” he whispered, even as his hands traced up her thighs to her panties - feeeling the barely there satin that just covered her pussy.

she felt the hard way he exhaled, “fuck,” he murmured, he fingers slipping under the fabric, “and already wet for me too.”

she shivered again, letting him pick her up and settle her on the counter, he fit perfectly between her thighs. she wrapped her legs around his trim waist, as he pulled her close, kissing her roughly. she moaned breathily as she returned his kisses.

when he leaned back, he gazed at her, “you did mean for us to eat though, didn’t you?”

she nodded meekly.

he smiled, “right,” his fingers traced down her throat and grazed her breast, “you went to so much trouble for me,” he whispered, smiling.

she shook her head, “it wasn’t trouble,” she reached up, smoothing his bangs from his face.

“if you just wanted to fuck, i would say it was a lot of trouble since the gate code and the door code are the same,” he watched her as she nodded slowly, accepting what he had just implied.

he pressed a bit closer, “but you want more than just a few gos on my cock, don’t you, baby doll?”

she bit her lower lip, nodding, “yes,” she breathed.

she was almost surprised that they made it through dinner. by the time she offered him dessert, he pulled her into his lap, rushing to kiss her. his hand sliding easily between her legs. he swiped her panties to the side and stuffed his fingers in roughly, “so fucking tight,” he whispered.

she gasped softly, trying to control her breath as he began to finger her and kiss her throat and exposed chest. she was almost shocked by how quickly she came, her juices gushing for him - it usually took ages for her to even come with other guys. but before she could really take it in, he was picking her up and placing her on the table. he pushed her dress up past her midriff. she saw him stick his fingers in the cream on the galette - he held them out to her. she opened her mouth, licking his fingers clean, letting him push his fingers farther and farther into her mouth.

“look at you, baby girl, so good for me,” he smiled, pulling his fingers from her mouth and swiping them through the cream again - this time they didn’t go to her mouth. she felt the sudden chilly, stickiness in her pussy - she clenched around his fingers. he nodded, “so perfect, baby, i don’t even have to tell you what to do,” he murmured.

and then he was eating her out. stretching her and licking the cream from inside her. she fell back onto the hardwood dining table, sure that she had never felt more bliss. and he brought her so close to orgasm and pulled back, he gave her pussy a small smack.

“seungcheol,” she whined softly as she felt a second smack that landed perfectly on her clit, causing her hips to buck.

“hmm, what is it little girl? what do you need from daddy?” he asked as he finally pulled her panties off, dropping them to the side.

“need you - need your cock,” she whimpered.

he nodded, “i know little girl,” he smoothed her hair, “maybe in a bit, but first i need to do something,” he smiled as he dragged her to the edge of the table and flipped her over onto her stomach.

she felt him carass her ass, squeezing her cheeks roughly, and then smacking them gently - his smacks were small at first, and then they were harder, open palmed smacks that made her jolt slightly forward against the table. she could only moan and whimper in response.

it went on for several minutes until he seemed satisfied that she had been spanked enough, “just so you know why i’m spanking you, baby girl, if you ever go running and take your shirt off again so everyone in the neighborhood can see your perfect little tits bouncing, i won’t take it easy on you, i’ll really have to punish you - understood?” he whispered, his hand was gently stroking her reddened skin, soothing her after the fact.

she nodded, “yes, daddy,” she moaned.

he seemed satisfied, sighing softly, “good - now we can go upstairs, and i can take care of you the way you’ve been begging for me to all month.”

she sat up, wincing slightly - he kissed her softly, his hands cupping her face, “you want to be good for me, don’t you?” he whispered as he pulled away.

she nodded, wanting nothing else.

a/n: i love writing cheol - fr you have no idea how usually when i write a long fic it's cheol-centric - him and his boba eyes and his amazing eyelashes - he is def the definition of sexy 30s

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