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TIME TO WORK

Park Seonghwa x Reader

Warnings: Rough sex, Name calling, Slut shaming, Sex in exchange of money, Kind of Hate Sex?, Spit, Anal play, Choking, Dom/sub undertones, Humiliation, Degradation, Slapping, Spanking, Creampie!!, Squirting, Unprotected Sex, Hair Pulling, Rough Oral Sex…,

Word Count: 9.268

“You’re in a desperate need for a job, and you go and ask for help to Park Seonghwa, one of the richest men in the country. Thing his, you broke his heart years ago: now he wants payback.”

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Waiting has never been a problem for you.

Not once, expect for now.

See, you’re pretty prideful of your patience and of the way you can handle situations when experiencing stress.

Now? You look like a damn fool.

You’re not even sure you can actually recognize yourself, if you were to be completely honest.

Standing in front of that door, desperate and pathetic.

Your arms are shaking, your hands feel cold and weak.

If you were to grab a butterfly, the little thing would probably laugh at you and bite you. 
And we all know butterflies don’t actually bite.

Do they?

You have no idea.

Right now, your only thought is: will I be able to make it?

Will I look like an idiot in front of him?

Will he laugh at me?

Will I like it?

“Miss? Miss…?”

What? What?

You turn you head and you see the girl: confused eyes, hair tied up neatly and arms busy carrying so many papers.

“Oh- Hi… I booked an appointment a while ago? I think one of your colleagues let me in, I’m Y/N…”, you stutter, clearing your throat as you try to get out of your own head and focus on the situation that you inevitably have to deal with.

“Right! Yes, of course”, says the girl. She smiles, but it’s fake. A smile made out of obligation, out of compassion. It’s her job, nothing more. She doesn’t care about you: just like you don’t care about her.

She’s just a mean to an end, and she knows it.

“Please, follow me, dear. Mr Park is ready to meet you”, she adds, waving her hands towards the door, suggesting you to use those useless limbs of yours and start to move.

You like this girl: she looks perfect in her role.

She doesn’t give a fuck about anything, and she makes you feel at ease, somehow.

She has no idea why you’re here, but in her eyes, her bored eyes, you sense that she feels pity for the dumb girl standing in front of the door of one of the most powerful men in South Korea.

The door is closer.

You’re walking and you don’t even notice it until it’s too late not to.

The door handle is shiny, glistening under the lights.

You want to scream at it.

To rip it off the door and run away: that thing probably would cover your rent cost for the whole month if you sold it.

“Mr Park, your appointment is here”, you hear.

You’re gonna faint.

You so are gonna faint.

You don’t.

You don’t how you manage not to, but the only thing that matters is that you didn’t.

There’s really no need for any other reasons for you to feel like an idiot right now.

The ones you have are already more than enough.

“Let them in, thank you.”

Ok, now you’ll faint.

No way.

It’s been a while since you last heard his voice, but it changed so much whilst remaining so… warm. So him.

You take a deep breath, because now the door isn’t just closer: it’s open.

Fist thing you notice?

The smell.

Or, well, the richness of it.

With all your senses you only are able to perceive one thing: power.

Power and money.

The door closes behind you.

The girl not by your side anymore.

You’re alone now.

But not really, because when you finally raise your head you’re finally able to see him.

Park Seonghwa.

The man everyone either wants, or wants to be.

The man you’ve had, if only for a few months, back when you both were stupid teens.

The same man that is now looking at you, staring you down with that piercing gaze of his.

It’s hard for you to open your mouth and speak up, but you know that you have to, and quickly.

It’s hard, when you have Korea’s wet dream right in front of you.

“H-Hi”, you say.

Which is actually pretty pathetic, especially considering the way your voice shakes and the fact that you should be at least attempting some sort of professionalism given the circumstances.

Well, at least it makes him laugh.

Which means that yes, he recognized you. 


And yes, you actually don’t mind being laughed at.

You don’t know if it’s a thing for you or just the fact that you don’t mind it if he’s the one laughing, which in your opinion would be fair.

“Hello, Y/N. To what do I owe the honor of this unexpected visit?”

Well, fuck.

First thing first, he said your name: and he made it sound like the nastiest thing in the world.

Or maybe you’re just a slut, you can’t really decide.

Whatever.

And the sarcasm.

He’s still mad at you, just like you expected.

You did disappear from his life with no explanation and flew to another country whilst in a relationship with him, after all.

In your defence, you were a dumb kid: you were younger than he was and desperately in love with him. Saying goodbye would have killed you, so you made the most childish and selfish decision ever: you just went away.

One day you guys were holding hands and making plans, and the day after you were just… gone.

You had to leave everything behind cause your mom and dad divorced, and you mother couldn’t bare to keep on living in the same country as the man that ruined her life.

So you followed her, and you two moved on together.


You forgot all about perfect Park Seonghwa, or that’s what you like to tell yourself.

Because if you really had forgotten all about the man, you wouldn’t be standing in his office ready to humiliate yourself.

“W-well… you see, I’m… I thought that maybe…”, words keep on falling from your lips, now all bitten from the nervousness you had to endure waiting for this moment.

Seonghwa isn’t impressed.

He takes his hands out of the pockets of his slacks, only to bring them to his chest. He crosses his arms and slightly tilts his head to the side, an eyebrow raised and a judgment mixed with a not so well hidden amusement written all over his face.

“Y-You t-thought what, exactly?”

Ok, you didn’t expect that.

Mocking you already?

A sign, that’s what this is. A sign that you should turn your heels and fucking run as far as possible from this man.

He looks possessed.

He looks so mean, despite his ethereal beauty.

Obviously, you don’t run.

You wouldn’t be here in the first place if you had any self preservation or respect.

“M’sorry, Hwa, I really am. I know I’ve been”, you try to say, but he cuts you off.

He doesn’t let you finish.

“Who’s Hwa? It’s Mr Park to you”, he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Like you’re a stupid fucking idiot just cause you thought you could refer to him like you used to.

“Sir, if I’m feeling kind and if you’ve earned it”, he adds, dropping himself on his pompous chair.

His legs are slightly spread: not enough to be vulgar, but just right. To show dominance, and to make you see that he really owns this place.

Not like you had any doubts, but whatever.

It’s not like you mind it anyways.

You wish you had any smart come-back for his tone, but you don’t.

And, well, you’re in no position to be a jerk: you came here to beg, after all.

“M-Mr Park…” you start, and he chuckles.

“That’s more like it”, he comments, and you don’t miss the way his tongue goes to wet those sinful lips of his.

You follow every single one of his movements, as if you’re trying to study them, as if staring at him could help you achieve your goals.

Only thing is helping you achieve is getting wet in front of your ex-boyfriend, but that’s not the point.

“I know I have no right to come here and ask you for help, but-“, you take a deep breath, “I- I lost my job and I’m alone and I have rent and bills and I’m behind with my payments… if I don’t hand the money to my landlord tonight they’re gonna kick me out and…”

He looks surprised, amused, confused and much more.

You, well… you look humiliated, that’s for sure.

But you knew it was bound to happen, and you’d rather beg for mercy than sleep under a bridge or who knows where else.

“And you’re telling me this because…” he asks, as if he doesn’t already know the answer to that.

He’s enjoying this just like you expected.

“C-cause I thought t-that maybe you could help, l-like what’s some money to you, anyways? And you and I, we have a past, you’d be helping an old friend?”

You’re so shameless, it’s disgusting.

But, desperate times call for desperate way, or something like that.

You just know that you need the money, and you need them now.

He laughs, out loud. Shaking his head and muttering about how absurd this whole situation is, as if you don’t know it already. But whatever:

“I’ll pay you back, of course. Just… give me some time and I promise, Hw- Mr Park, I promise I’ll pay you back.”

He gets up.

He looks mean, and his face hides something.

He looks huge, and you stand in place, frozen.

You’re breathing heavily, and you notice that your hands are shaking.

Your legs, too.

Cold sweat is running down your spine, and you feel lost.

He gets closer.

He’s so beautiful, and he gets more handsome with every step he takes towards your trembling figure.

“Money is nothing to me, you’re right. But you really think that, after everything you did to me, I’m just gonna pay your debts? After humiliating me like that, breaking my heart? Are you really that much of a shameless bitch, Y/N?”

His voice is sharp, and his words hit you like daggers.

But, to be honest, you were waiting for them to come. You knew they were.

That doesn’t make them less hurtful.

Seonghwa is right in front of you, and to look at him in the eyes you have to slightly tilt your head, cause he’s so much taller than you now.

He smells rich, and warm. Different than he used to, more mature.

He’s a man now, that much is very clear to you.

His proximity makes you even more nervous, but at the same time the familiarity of it gives you some confidence.

“I-I’m sorry, I swear I am”, you murmur, and you notice that tears are starting to fill your eyes.

He looks pleased at the sight of it, and your belly tightens at the implications of him being engaged in your suffering.

“Sorry? You’re sorry?” he repeats after you, chuckling as tears spill from your eyes, crossing your reddening cheeks.

“You want my money, Y/N? You want a bed and a roof on your head?”, he asks, and one of his hands unexpectedly comes up to your face, gently caressing it.

His touch is light and delicate, but you still feel shivers run through your body.

You nod desperately, murmuring a “yes, please” that he barely hears.

“Then you‘ll have to earn it”, he says.

His face is unreadable, but you can’t believe that, despite everything, he’d be willing to help. You feel so happy you could die, and you’re ready to do anything in order to save yourself from the streets.

“I will! I have my degree and I’ll be more than happy to-“, he stops you, and you frown.

From his expression it seems like he’s ready to make fun of you.

“A degree?”, he asks, and you nod, ready to explain yourself, but he doesn’t allow you to.

“You don’t need a degree to suck my dick, Y/N.”

The world is silent.

Your blood is too loud. You feel your heartbeat and his, you feel everything and nothing at the same time.

You’re confused, but not a single word comes out your mouth.

After that, he doesn’t say a word. He just goes a few steps back and leans against his desk.

His legs are open, and you see the bulge of his cock that’s clearly starting to get hard.

You don’t move, you just try to get your brain to function.

What does this mean? Is he serious?

He must be joking, right?

But he isn’t, and you know it: this is payback.

It was going too well, to smoothly.

And now, after all these years, he’s finally granted the chance to humiliate you and destroy you the way you did to him.

The thing is: you need the money. You really do, and you did say that you’d do anything to get it.

But this? This means whoring yourself out.

This means becoming a slut, and nothing more.

With this thought in mind, you move your first steps: not towards the door, to run as fast as possible away from him, but towards his imposing figure.

He laughs, almost as if he doesn’t actually believe what’s happening in front of him.

“You have no shame, do you? Are you really this pathetic?”

As you fall on your knees in front of him, you can’t do anything but agree with his words

He mutters a few curses, and you take the deepest breath ever known to man.

Then, you look up, and are met with the bulge of his cock, tight inside his expensive slacks.

“What a fucking slut”, he says, before moving his arms and grabbing you by the hair.

He forces your face against his crotch, and you almost fall: you find yourself grabbing his thighs in order not to.

He’s rough, and nothing like the gentle Seonghwa you knew and loved as a teenager: the one that would touch you as if you’d break, like you were a delicate flower.

You don’t really miss him.

“Wish I could call everyone from school to let them know that you’re sucking my dick for money, that you’re a worthless slut that would take dick for a few bucks”, he says, pushing his hips against your face, rubbing his clothed cock over it.

The smell of it is intense, and the weight of it scares you: it’s huge, you can tell. So fucking big that it’s not fair.

Your mind is racing, your heart is pounding, and you can feel the tears streaming down your face as you realize the depth of your desperation. But you push those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. You’re ready to do whatever it takes to get the money you need.

As you lean forward, ready to fulfill his demands, a voice in your head screams at you to stop.

This isn't right. This isn't who you are.

But the fear of being homeless, of losing everything, pushes you forward.

That fear, and that humiliation, they also make you wetter than you’ve ever been before.

Shame burns into your chest, flames running through your veins.

“Bet you’d suck their cocks, too, wouldn’t you?”

His words sting in the most delicious way, and you find yourself purring against the big cock in front of your face.

“Wouldn’t you?” he asks again, grabbing your hair and forcing your face slightly upwards, enough to have your gazes meet.

It’s exhilarating to say the least, this feeling of shame and submission that is swimming through your shaking body.

“Y-yours, want- want your cock, not- only yours,” you mumble, your brain barely functioning at this point as you’re way too inebriated by the arousal building inside you.

He seems pleased, very much so. His tongue rapidly escapes his mouth and you watch, enchanted, as it wets his juicy lips.

I find yourself staring and wishing that tongue could be inside your pussy, forcing it open as more fluid escapes from it, leaving your panties wet and humid.

“Then take it out and get to work. Time is money, isn’t it? Don’t you wanna earn more?” he chuckles, moving around his seat.

You see him bend over a little and soon after that he takes his wallet, pulling out a shiny banknote.

You watch cautiously as he waves it in front of your face, and the image that appears before your eyes is one of the most humiliating and exciting you have ever seen.

You startle when, unexpectedly, he drops it against your helpless body.

The banknote brushes against your face before falling on your thighs, and this only motivates you to do better, to show him how much you are worth.

“Thank you, sir,” you whisper, finally getting to work and working his pants. You unfasten his belt, the sound loud and steady as your breathing increases and gets heavier.

It takes some effort, but you actually manage to take his pants down his thighs and have them reach the floor along with his boxer briefs.

They pool obscenely at his ankles, and he makes himself comfortable on his expensive chair, spreading his legs wider and wider.

You find the courage to look up at his cock, and the sight of it is enough to pull a moan from you, one that leaves you even more ashamed of yourself.

“So big,” you mutter out, pressing your own legs together from when your kneeling to find some release, to soothe the burning need to be filled up that’s been rushing through your body.

Your pussy clenches around nothing and it’s pathetic, because he hasn’t even touched you once.

Guess you’re just that much of a slut, after all.

“Yeah? You like it, slut? You like this big cock?” he asks, pushing his hips upwards and making said cock move in front of your face.

It’s thick, long, and so, so hard.

The tip of it is the prettiest shade of red and pink, and it’s glistening with his arousal.

Veins run through the length of it and you can see it pulse with the need to be shoved inside something.

That something is you.

Cause, after all, that’s your purpose here.

To be a hole for him to fuck into.

To be a thing, a nothing else. Nothing more than that.

“I love it, love your cock,” you whisper, reaching out to grab it at the base with your hands.

Seonghwa stops you, grabbing harshly at your wrists and forcing your body closer to his as you stumble forwards.

“No hands,” he orders, smiling maliciously.

“Lick it, start with my balls,” he orders, biting at his plump lower lip, his eyes shining with an intense darkness.

His words are, unsurprisingly, harsh and mean.

And, well, just as unsurprisingly, you find yourself loving them and enjoying the rush that they provide to you.

The air around you starts to get heavy and dense, and it’s almost like you can feel the weight of it as it presses down against your flushed skin.

Your blood is loud as it swims through your veins, and you hear beats fast, the sound of it reaching your ears.

His tone leaves out any possible refusal, so you just… obey.

It’s empowering, exhilarating.

It’s everything you’ve always craved without even knowing it.

Slowly, you lean over and breathe in, the powerful scent of his arousal hitting you and invading your senses, dominating your whole being.

The only thing that’s in your mind right now is the irresistible need of pleasing him and showing him that you’re worth his money, nothing else.

With that thought in mind, you finally get into work.

Your mouth salivating and wetting itself, you stick your tongue out and fulfill his wishes, lapping at his balls and nuzzling against the sensitive skin.

The groan he lets out vibrates through the room and sends shivers all the way down your spine.

“That’s it,” he grunts, as he pushes his hips forwards and works at his tie, untying it and proceeding then to open his nice dress shirt, button after button, showing inches of defined skin, muscles tensed with the way pleasure is circling around his body.

He’s rather magnificent, sitting in front of you and holding so much power, so much energy that it feels like the room is going to implode with it.

“Good girl,” he moans, forcing his hips upwards as you take them inside your mouth, the weight of his sack filling you up as you lick at it, feeling the skin and its texture against your tongue, moaning as your nose presses against the base of his dick, making it harder to breathe normally.

His words force a moan out of your mouth, too, and he notices it, chuckling softly through his low moans.

You feel something at your neck and notice soon enough that what’s now circling your throat isn’t is hand, no.

It’s his tie, forcing you closer to his balls and basically working as a fucking leash.

“Look at you, such an obedient little bitch, aren’t you?”

The way your hips stutter and wave doesn’t help, and you feel like a puppy wiggling their tail when presented with a treat.

“Bark,” he orders, allowing you to breathe and leaving your mouth empty, a trail of spit connection his balls, now shining and wet, with your parted, and roughed up lips.

You blush profoundly, your cheeks turning a crimson red as you consider his order.

Barking feels completely dehumanizing, and your hesitation doesn’t go unnoticed, not in the slightest.

Seonghwa tilts his head to the side, one of his eyebrows lifting up as he eyes you curiously, as if posing a challenge to you, daring you to try and refuse to follow one of his orders.

“It’s embarrassing…” you whisper, breathing heavily and trying to avoid looking at him in the eyes, failing at it when he tugs at the tie resting against your neck, making you get closer to the cock standing proudly in front of your face.

“Do I look like I fucking care?”

And soon enough, a bark is escaping your mouth, faint and barely audible.

It’s not enough, he says.

You bark again, loudly this time, shaking from where you’re kneeling and feeling the wetness between your legs get more difficult to ignore.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it? I’d say you’re a natural,” he snarls, laughing at you as he looks down at your body.

Tears of utter humiliation fill your pleading eyes, and the sight of it makes Seonghwa groan deeply.

He grabs his own dick at the base, giving it a few pumps, before hitting you in the face with the tip, smearing his precum all over your flushed face.

One of the tears you were fighting back betray you, escaping your lashed and running down your cheek.

Seonghwa licks his lips and rubs the tip of his dick against it, wetting his cock with your tears only to start rubbing it against your lips, making you taste your humiliation along with his arousal.

It’s salty and sour and sweet altogether, and you already find yourself getting addicted to it, needing more and more and more.

So you get your tongue out, lapping at the shiny tip of his cock. You circle around the head, moaning at the feeling of warmth that spreads through your tongue.

“Tastes good,” you mutter out, licking fervently at his cock as he keeps on stroking himself, grunting from where he’s sitting.

You go even further than just staying there, licking at it, and you take his wrist into your hand and pull it off his own dick, surprising him with your determination.

Seonghwa lets you have some fun with it, allowing you to reach out to grab the length of his cock.

You have it in your hands, finally.

You stroke it once, twice, before bending over a little bit to push the head inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking gently at it to try and taste as much as possible of his delicious juice.

“Fuck,” he groans, using one of his hands to keep your hair out of your face, giving him space to look at your eyes as you get your mouth stuffed full of his thick cock.

You take your time, eager to savor every drop of his pleasure, to give yourself to him and make him satisfied like never before.

His cock slides between your parted lips with extreme ease, filling your mouth completely, giving you a sensation of fullness never felt before and leaving you inevitably curious to know how it would feel if he filled you up elsewhere too.

The reddened tip of his cock meets the back of your throat and choking sounds escape from your mouth, and when he hears them he just moans even more, louder than before.

He enjoys watching you struggle to take more in your mouth and it pushes you to relax your throat and let his big cock fill you completely, taking your breath away for a few seconds, and making spit fall from your lips and down your chin.

It’s so fucking messy and dirty and it makes your head spin with shame and arousal.

Your whole face is wet with a mixture of spit and tears and precum and you find yourself wanting and needing more of it.

“You look so good with your mouth stuffed full of my cock, this is exactly what you were born for,” he groans, pushing his trembling hips upwards and forcing another choking sound out of you, at which he utters out a few curses.

“I’ll double the money I was gonna give you if you bend over the desk and let me fuck you raw in the pussy, what do you say? Want a new dress? Some fucking new shoes?” he asks, still rutting his hips against your face and forcing you to swallow his whole cock down your aching throat.

You should probably refuse. Sucking Seonghwa's cock is one thing, but this? This would mean going way beyond, and the thought sends your mind into complete turmoil.

He seems to have little patience, and that's why he roughly grabs you by the hair and pulls his hard cock out of your mouth, leaving you empty and gasping.

"So? I don't have all day, Y/n," he asks, running his own hand along his cock, wet and slick thanks to your saliva that’s now coating it and slapping you in the face with the red tip, making you hiss at the impact.

“I want- I want three times the money for that,” you say, challenging him to deny your request, to say no and refuse.

He doesn’t.

“Let’s do four, since I also want to play with your asshole,” he smiles, bending over towards you and patting at your cheek like one would do with a puppy.

You gasp and try to find something to snarl back at him, but nothing comes out of your mouth, nothing but a little whimper that only serves to make him feel even more powerful.

Seonghwa stands up, and you notice how he is more or less dressed: his pants fallen to his ankles along with his boxers, the jacket resting on the back of the chair, the expensive white shirt completely open, showing off his sculpted chest and the magnificence of his body, covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Now that he is standing, Seonghwa looms even more over you, making your breath catch and your poor heart beat even faster.

Seonghwa grabs you by the hair, and the sudden movement forces you to stand up and follow his will.

"You're too dressed, what kind of slut are you?" he asks, grabbing the fabric of your blouse and pulling it slightly. In response, you bite your lip and decide to make amends, quickly unbuttoning your shirt and letting it fall softly to the ground.

You're not wearing a bra, you never do.

The air hitting your nipples only makes them more turgid, and your skin is crossed by countless shivers.

He gasps at the sight of your exposed skin, and it makes you feel so good, to be looked at with such want, with pure and utter hunger and desire.

Seeing Seonghwa burning with the desire to possess you gives you a courage that you probably wouldn't have otherwise, so you push yourself further, unbuttoning your skirt and letting it fall forgotten at your feet.

Black lace panties adorn your body, and you feel the wet and soaked fabric rubbing against your most sensitive spot.

You are left only with the soft white knee-high socks and your shiny black loafers, standing in front of one of the richest and most powerful men in Korea.

“That’s more like it,” he chuckles, licking his lips and looking at you from head to toe, a mischievous look in his eyes.

“You’re so hot, Y/n. You made the right choice, coming here. This little body of yours was made to be fucked, and what better way to earn money than spread your legs and let me do just that, huh?” he murmurs, as one of his hands goes down to his cock. He strokes himself as he watches you, and it makes your skin burn, to be looked at in such a dirty, naughty manner.

His tie is still around your neck, the only garment covering you along with your panties and knee-high socks.

The black fabric is in perfect contrast with your skin, and even though the tie is very light, it feels immensely heavy where it rests.

"Fuck me," you whisper to Seonghwa, because you too are starting to feel extremely horny and in need of attention.

Seonghwa raises an eyebrow, and his hand collides with your cheek, making you turn your face to the side.

The blow wasn't overly strong, but still impactful. Enough to make you catch your breath for a second and to remind you who is in control here.

"Rude. Where are your manners?" Seonghwa asks, dangerously approaching you and grabbing your chin, squeezing the skin and forcing you to look at him.

"Please, I beg you, sir, fuck me," you whimper, now completely abandoned to him and totally under his control.

"Now, that's better," Seonghwa whispers, and shortly after he makes your lips collide in a quick and fierce kiss. He bites your lip, making you moan against his mouth, before pulling away from you.

"Good girl. You act all tough, but you just want someone to put you in your place, don't you? Want me to show you who’s in charge?"

His words are exactly what you were hoping for, and the wetness between your legs increasing only confirms thqt.

You nod. What would be the point in denying anything? Right. There’s no point, and you know it. He know is too, it’s pretty obvious. He’s always been able to read you, and this is the same. Years passed by, but deep down you guys still know each other.

Seonghwa, at your admission and your being so yielding, can only swell with pride and satisfaction.

He approaches you, and the world spins wildly: he grabs you by the hair, pulls you towards the desk, and forces you to bend over it, pushing your head against the polished and intensely scented mahogany of his desk.

You have your ass up, covered only by your panties.

You hear Seonghwa swear and soon one of his hands clashes with the sensitive skin of your butt, and he gives you a strong spank.

You flinch, gasp, and squirm, and he takes it as encouragement to hit you again: two, three, four times.

Now the mark of his hand lies on your skin, and you feel completely possessed and owned by Seonghwa.

"You have no idea how many times I've thought about you over the years. How many times I've thought about hurting you, having you all to myself even just once," Seonghwa confesses, running his hands over your ass, caressing you heavily.

His words are intoxicating.

"I've thought about you too, I swear, Seonghwa. Sir. I shouldn't have, but I did. I-I never forgot about you," you whisper, instinctively moving your hips upwards, trying to keep his hands on you for as long as possible.

You're not lying, you really mean what you said. Seonghwa has always been a constant in your life, it's undeniable. Your biggest regret and remorse. Your biggest and burning desire.

"Shut up, Y/n," Seonghwa commands, and you feel him grab the expensive fabric of your panties. A few seconds later, a loud noise fills the room.

He's torn them off, reduced them to shreds.

Pieces of fabric fall to your feet and your wet pussy is now completely exposed to him.

You feel drops of pleasure escaping from your trembling pussy and wetting your thighs, and you try to relieve the looming pressure by rubbing your legs together, but Seonghwa stops you.

He first grabs your hips, then your ass.

Seonghwa spreads your cheeks open, and you hear the air move as he bends down and spits on you.

He fucking spits on you.

His saliva runs down from your ass and to your pussy, adding wetness and naughtiness to the mixture.

He’s not satisfied, so he spits again, this time closer to your asshole.

You feel his breath against your sensitive skin and you find yourself holding your breath.

“This little hole, fuck, I wish I could just fuck it,” he groans, knowing damn well that he can’t just do that.

“N-Next time…” you utter out, wiggling your hips to try and meet his touch.

“You plan on coming here to get fucked more? Are you that greedy, you little whore?” he asks, laughing a little as he leans over you to just go and bite the skin of your ass, still covered by his handprint.

“S-so greedy, sir. I’ll come back whenever you want, do whatever you want,” you confess with a shaking voice, making Seonghwa laugh at you for how pathetic you are.

“You really have no shame. What a fucking slut,” he adds, before actually going silent.

What you feel next makes your eyes roll back and your hands reach out to the end of the desk to grab the wood and gain some support out of it.

His wet tongue is sliding against your little hole, wetting it more and more and making it pulse with the need to be filled up.

It’s a foreign feeling, to have someone eat your ass out like this, but Seonghwa seems like a starved man as he holds your cheeks open and dives in, licking and kissing and spitting and making your whole world turn upside down.

“Tastes good,” he groans, breath heavy and voice full of lust.

He pushes the tip of his tongue inside of your ass, and it makes you see stars.

Seonghwa fucks you with it, again and again, making slurping sounds.

One of his hands slides down and you feel one of his long, slender fingers rub against your wet hole.

“Just a finger, what do you say?” he murmurs, asking you for permission.

A permission you can’t help but grant him, nodding and murmuring a “please” that you’re not even sure was audible enough.

Seonghwa wastes no time, and soon his thumb makes its way into your tight and warm hole.

The sensation is unparalleled: you feel completely filled.

It doesn't matter that it's just a finger, you feel like you could explode at any moment.

Your legs tremble uncontrollably, and loud moans escape from your lips.

Seonghwa also moans, as he fucks your asshole with his finger.

You are already lost in pleasure, and he has not even touched your pussy yet.

It makes you feel really dirty, really perverse.

You feel like an actual whore begging to be filled.

“So tight,” he comments, and you feel this cock being shoved against the back of your thighs, as he smears precum over your skin and rubs against your legs to get some relief to his aching dick.

“Please, I want your cock, sir. Fuck my pussy, please, please, H-Hwa…” you beg, trying to get him to finally push his dick inside of you, and you feel already close to the verge of tears with how desperate you are.

“Here it comes,” he murmurs, finally giving the both of you what you crave the most.

With your thumb still inside you, you feel Seonghwa moving behind you.

He grabs his cock at the base and brings the tip closer to you, rubbing it against the sensitive and wet skin of your pussy, against your lips, right between your juicy folds, and pushing against your swollen and red clitoris.

A moan escapes your lips, and you find yourself spreading your legs even wider and begging him to put his cock inside you once and for all.

Finally, Seonghwa rubs the swollen tip of his cock against your wet hole, teasing you for just a few seconds before pushing it inside your pussy.

In one hard thrust, Seonghwa buries his thick cock inside you, making you scream in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

You feel so full, with both of your holes filled by him, his cock pressing inside you and stretching you completely.

You don't even notice a drop of saliva escaping from your lips and running down your chin, and if you could see yourself, you too would think of yourself as a whore.

“Fuck, this pussy is so good,” groans Seonghwa, and you make the effort of turning your head to try and look at him as he fills you up.

His head is thrown back, his neck exposed and lucid with sweat, and he seems completely lost in pleasure as he starts to rut inside of your pussy, fucking you and making you his.

For the first moments, Seonghwa's thrusts are not calculated, but dictated by his need to feel something warm enveloping his cock.

He enjoys the moment and ignores your helpless body, seeking only his pleasure.

Seonghwa's cock slides easily into your body, your wet pussy emitting dirty and exciting sounds as it is filled by his cock.

You tremble under his thrusts, and soon Seonghwa accelerates the movements of his hips, sinking into you with more force and precision.

He fucks you like he would fuck a whore, pushing all the way into your pussy and moving his finger into your ass.

He is not completely satisfied, though.

That's why you see him bend over you, pushing his cock even deeper into your pussy. Seonghwa brings two fingers of the hand that is free to your lips, and pushes them into your mouth, filling you even there.

"Christ," he gasps, starting to move the fingers he pushed into your mouth.

"Look at yourself, Y/n. You have all your holes filled by me, you're getting fucked in each of these tight little holes for money," Seonghwa grunts, and as you feel the saliva escaping from your lips, you see his eyes getting darker, more intense.

He moans and gasps, fucking you with all the strength and passion he has in his body, moving his fingers inside you and fucking you without the slightest mercy.

“Make it worth it, clench this pussy on me, huh?” he moans, despite the fact that your pussy already is clenching and hugging his cock as tightly as humanly possible.

You feel every movement of his inside you. Your skin and his rubbing together, his cock caressing the most intimate and deepest parts of you, sending electric shocks to run through every inch of your body and his as well.

Seonghwa's legs tremble as he sinks into you, fucking your mouth with his fingers and forcing you to choke on them, making you cough and then making your holes contract around him consequently. The rough and forceful way in which he is fucking you forces your body to move against the desk, and your wet and needy clitoris rubs against the cold and shiny wood of the desk.

Your nipples in contact with the mahogany stimulate you in the most delicious way possible, and you are completely intoxicated by the pleasure that grows rapidly inside you.

Your orgasm is getting closer and closer, and the feeling of being completely at the mercy of his desires only increases the strength of your pleasure.

Seonghwa towers over you, filling you everywhere, and could do anything to you: you wouldn't object, you wouldn't refuse anything. You would do anything for him. Anything he asked for and more.

Everything.

Not for the money, for him.

You don't tell him, that's for sure. But you think it.

Seonghwa is the only thing on your mind, not your rent to pay or your empty pockets.

Only: Seonghwa. Seonghwa. Seonghwa.

“Yeah, say my name. Fucking scream it,” he groans after he notices how you’re chanting his name in pleasure.

He takes his fingers off your mouth, giving you all the freedom to moan his name.

He forces you to scream, fucking you more harshly, a hand grabbing your hair and pulling at it enough for you to arise from the desk and for you spine to bend and for him to reach you and kiss your neck.

The position you’re in isn’t the most comfortable, but it sure as hell is exiting.

Seonghwa kisses your neck and bites at it, sucking the sensitive skin long enough to leave a plethora of marks behind.

Tomorrow you’ll be covered in his marks, you’ll look debouched and devastated and his.

His thumb leaves your ass empty and gaping, and now he’s completely focused on fucking your pretty aching pussy.

“Mine, Y/n. From now on you’re mine. You’ll get everything you want, but you have to be mine. My slut, my little cum dump,” he groans, licking all over your neck and sucking your ear lob in his mouth as he moans into your ear.

“Yes! Yes! M’yours, I-I’ll let you do anything, a-anything,” you moan, feeling floaty and lost, shaking and pushing your hips backwards to meet his trusts.

“I’m close, so close,” you confess, hiccuping between your helpless moans.

Seonghwa growls, and he fucks into you one last time before taking his cock out of your pussy and taking a step back.

You whine and complain, begging him to put it back in, to just do something.

“I want to see your face when you cum. I want to look into your eyes as I cream that pussy,” he explains, grabbing you by the hips and manhandling you in the position he prefers.

You’re sitting on the desk, you legs spread open and you pussy glistening with a mixture of your juices and his, all puffy and needy as your hole clenches around nothing.

“Ask me for it. Beg for my cock,” he says, voice mean as he touches his cock and teases his balls.

You have no dignity left at this point, so you don’t hesitate and do just as he asked you to.

“Please, sir, I need it. My pussy needs it, please, please,” you cry out, tears actually falling from your pretty eyes as you decide to tease him and tempt him a little bit.

One of your hands slides down your body, and you rub at one of your nipples, pinching it and feeling the most delicious pain ever.

With the other hand you go down to rub fervently at your needy little clit, circling around it and playing with the most sensitive part yourself.

“Please? Pretty please? Give it to me, Hwa, I beg you, sir, fuck me,” you continue, hand trailing down your pussy as you spread your own folds for him, exposing yourself like never before.

Wet juices fall from your pussy and are close to pool on his desk, and the sight of it is completely nasty.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch what’s mine,” he growls, getting closer to you and slapping your own hands away from your own body.

He directs his cock to your pleading pussy and pushes back in, spreading you open once again.

The new angle touches the right spots, reaches exactly where you were craving his cock to hit, and your eyes roll back in pleasure.

One of his hands reaches your throat, and he just keeps it there. An heavy weight against your neck, the promise of the most beautiful threat.

Seonghwa looks at you with something hidden in his eyes, and a wicked smile shows on your face.

“Choke me,” you dare him, biting at your lower lip as moans force themselves out of your mouth.

“You fucking brat,” moans Seonghwa, and the hand around your throat tightens, and tightens, and tightens.

The sensation of air and oxygen being denied to you is exhilarating, it's wonderful. Seonghwa even controls this: he decides whether to let you breathe or not. The thought makes your head spin and only increases the pleasure that floods your body.

Seonghwa's hand tightens again and again around your neck, choking you while looking into your eyes, dominating your body and soul.

“C-Close,” you whisper with the little air you have left, legs shaking around his waist as you sense pleasure building up inside your belly.

“Cum. Cum on my cock, you pathetic little thing,” orders Seonghwa and finally, he decides to grant you some mercy: his thumb comes down between your spread legs, and he starts to rub at you clit with precise movements, making you cry out loud and sound.

“Fuck! More, more, harder!” You shout, and Seonghwa lets go of his hold around your neck to grab your hip and use it as leverage to fuck more harshly inside your cunt.

His cock slides inside you with extreme ease, and his movements are precise and determined, and the tip of his cock rubs against all the right spots, making you breathless from how much it makes you enjoy.

Your hands reach his shoulders, and you cling to him tightly, scratching them from under his shirt and pushing it away, uncovering his back and scratching his skin.

Seonghwa doesn't seem to mind, on the contrary as your nails dig into his skin he only moans more, only rubs his fingers more decisively against your clitoris.

Seeing him so lost in pleasure and so deeply aroused is exactly the push you needed to finally succumb to your own orgasm.

The force with which you come is devastating: your legs tremble with strength, your breath breaks in your throat and the gasps and moans that escape from your lips are filled with desperation and pure pleasure. Your pussy contracts and tightens around Seonghwa's hard cock, as if wanting to keep it inside forever. Your clitoris pulses and sends electricity throughout your body.

Your turgid nipples brush against Seonghwa's chest as you hold him close and tight to you.

But what surprises both of you even more is another thing: the explosive way in which your orgasm overwhelmed you, making you squirt hot and juicy liquid around his cock, along both of your thighs. It seems to never end, and you surrender to pleasure as you squirt again and again against him, squeezing his cock and massaging it with your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re a slut, you’re a fucking slut, you just squirted all over my cock,” he groans, fucking into you as he forces you to give him even more of your precious juices.

His hand, the one that was rubbing at your clit, is covered in it, all moist and shiny and wet.

He brings it to his lips, sucks his own fingers and tastes you, your eyes spread open as you watch him savor your squirt.

“So fucking good,” he moans, before reaching down to get more of it, rubbing his hand against your folds and making you cry in overstimulation.

“Taste yourself,” he orders, before smearing your own juices against your lips, making you lick them clean as he watches.

“Want your cum. My pussy- it’s so empty, please, please, fill me up, cum in me,” you beg, tears falling from you eyes as your body begs for some mercy, begs to be filled, begs to be owned.

You lose control of it, and just slump on the desk, back hitting the wood and legs spreading even further.

“Take it, fuck! Take my cum, take it all in you pussy, here it fucking comes, ‘s all yours,” he moans, starting to slur his words as he shoves his dick inside of your abused cunt without a care in the world, the slide made even easier thanks to your powerful orgasm.

You feel it clearly: Seonghwa's hands run up your body, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them tightly.

The thrusts into your pussy become more erratic, stronger, more unrestrained.

Seonghwa's eyes become burning, shining with pleasure.

His moans become lower, deeper, strong enough to make your heart race, and you feel him bury himself one last time in your wet pussy, all the way in.

You feel him fill you with hot cum, squirting his thick and warm liquid inside you, flooding your wet and trembling pussy, abused to exhaustion.

You feel full to the brim, completely filled with his cum.

Seonghwa trembles, leans forward and kisses your breasts, while his hips make small instinctive movements, and he tries to push even deeper inside you, trying to bury his own cum deep in your pussy as far as humanly possible.

You gently pet his hair, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.

He just lays there for a while, keeping his cock inside of you to plug his cum inside your cunt.

“So full,” you whisper, clenching your pussy around him and enjoying the feeling of being so utterly used.

You both enjoy these moments of quietness, both still shaken and exhausted, taken by waves of pleasure and with labored breath.

You never would have imagined that this day would have gone this way, but honestly you wouldn't change a thing, and you don't care if this truly makes you a whore.

The only thing you care about is having had Seonghwa in such a way, being possessed by him like this and getting exactly what you needed, what you wanted.

After a few endless minutes, Seonghwa leaves a gentle bite on your breast: this time it doesn't hurt at all. It's somehow delicate.

You still flinch when he does it, and you hold back a smile. He pulls away from you, sits up.

You don't dare to imagine what condition you're in, but the way he looks at you makes you understand that it must be quite a sight.

Seonghwa pulls his cock out of your pussy, and you groan in dissent, feeling suddenly empty and sad, not wanting his cum to come out of your pussy. You want to keep it inside you as long as possible.

Seonghwa doesn't speak as he gets dressed.

He puts on his boxers and pants, buttons up his shirt. Adjusts his cuffs, his collar.

He does all this without ever taking his eyes off your body.

When you regain some strength, you decide to get off the desk, and you have to hold onto it to avoid falling.

Your panties are torn, so you can't put them back on.

You just slip on your skirt and blouse, and feel a drop of Seonghwa's cum escape from your pussy and run down your flushed thighs.

When you glance at him, you see him fumble with his wallet.

Realization of what’s going to happen sinks in, and you feel your cheeks turn a crimson red, and shame overtakes your body and overwhelms you completely.

“This should be enough for today,” Seonghwa says, his eyes looking dark and somewhat empty.

He hands you over a bunch of bills, and you spread your eyes as you take in the actual amount of money he just handed you.

That’s more than a month of your usual income.

You just made it in a couple of hours.

“I- T-thank you,” you mutter out, at a loss of words.

Seonghwa snickers, and watches cautiously as you take the money from him with shaking hands, face full of disbelief.

“Give your number to my secretary, Y/n. I’ll call you when your service will be needed. Be ready to come to work at any time, got it? Whenever I need a bucket to cum into, whenever I need to empty my balls, you drop everything and come to me to take my dick, no objections, no buts. We have a deal, right?”

Seonghwa's words are cruel, raw. But you didn't expect anything different, you knew well what you were getting into.

And you accepted to offer yourself to him with that awareness.

So, even though you feel humiliated, mocked, used, you nod. Grabbing your purse from the floor and carefully putting the banknotes inside, you notice that Seonghwa doesn't fail to observe your legs in the meantime.

"I'll be the best whore you've ever had," you confirm, forcing yourself to abandon lucidity and pride, clutching your purse as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

Seonghwa sits at the desk, arranging the papers that you moved with your body and bends slightly to smell the scent of your fluids that have soaked into the wood.

"You can go. Oh, and don't clean your thighs. You have to go home with my cum dripping from your pussy, because if you still have a place to sleep at it's thanks to that cum, and I want anyone who looks at you enough to see it: do you understand?"

You swallow loudly, but you dare not argue.

You blink and try to maintain at least a hint of control, moving your legs slightly as you feel liquid coming out of your body.

"Yes, sir," you reply, bowing slightly in farewell.

Seonghwa seems to have returned to what he was when you first entered the room, but that doesn't surprise you at all.

However, you notice him grabbing the torn edges of your panties from the floor and tucking them into the pocket of his expensive pants.

He dismisses you immediately with a wave of his hand, and you gather your strength and leave the room: destroyed, exposed, without panties and with the purse full of money.

When you leave the room, there is only his secretary, the girl who escorted you to the door.

You have no doubt that she heard everything, but she smiles just as she did when you entered a few hours earlier.

You leave her your phone number, she writes it down in her agenda with precise professionalism.

You don't miss the quick glance she gives to your legs.

You don't cover yourself, you do as Seonghwa ordered you to.

You obey.

You smile, say goodbye to the secretary.

You enter the elevator, the doors close, and for the first time you look at yourself in the mirror.

You are not the same person as you were this morning.

You fix your makeup as quickly as possible and smile.

You leave.

It takes no more than two days for your phone to ring, and for it to be an unknown number.

Time to work.

[potetogrrl1]

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[mgnifiqueyoo]

hey, cheesecake! || smau

hwang intak x fem! reader, slight choi beomgyu x reader

"date me."

───── ❝ summary ❞ ─────

for two years, you and beomgyu have been the best of friends and later lovers. however, things change after time had been taken away from the two of you ── he began to love someone else and soon turned into someone else.

and whether you like it or not, a not-so-familiar student in the same section finally made the first move...

a very unexpected first move.

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act i: they ran out of cheesecake! | someone's grumpy... | an unexpected move! | she's moved on...? | for research purposes. | availability =/= you | is it still me, love? | blocked. | "slight" reality check.

act ii: cheesecake donations aren't enough. | hugs 'n kisses! | where the hell is keeho's phone?! | ... dumbfounded. | back on track, baby! | cheesecakes & friendships. | payback. | copycats?! | do it for intak.

act iii: past meets present. | missin' u. | put the fire out, please? | gyu's love spell? | ❗❓ | reaching limits. | set it all free. | finally, it's official. (end)

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genre(s): fluff, crack, angst

main theme(s): fake dating, idiots to lovers (??)

status: completed!

groups included: p1harmony, txt, itzy (mostly lia)

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[devoidwrites]

MOTHER’S DAY • Joshua Hong

Summary: Joshua surprises you on mother’s day, with the help of a certain set of twins.

Genre: idol au, fluff

Words: 800-ish. short and sweet.

Pairing: FATHER!Joshua x FEMALE!Reader

Warning: none it’s so pure. not proofread.

“Anything for you, my love.”

You were woken up with the sound of giggling coming from the kitchen. Your blinked quickly, glancing around the room to find your husband missing. Rolling yourself out of bed, you got to your feet and made your way out of the bedroom.

The giggling got louder as you got closer to the kitchen, and you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips as you caught sight of Joshua helping the twins in the kitchen.

Nari and Joon were on the stools they used to see better when aiding either of you in the kitchen. They were bent over a plate, helping Joshua place whatever it was they were making perfectly on it.

You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched them, your heart swelling at the sight of your husband being so domestic. The three people you loved the most, and they were here making breakfast for you.

“What’s going on here?” You announced your presence, grinning when the twins gasped as they turned to you.

“Mommy!” They cried out as they made their way to you, throwing their arms around you when they were close enough. They pulled you towards the table, pointing at your usual chair for you to sit down in. “Sit!”

Their excitement made you chuckle as you did as you were told. You sat down in your seat and in seconds a set of small hands was placed over your eyes.

“You can’t look yet!” Nari told you as she made sure you couldn’t peek through her tiny fingers. “It’s a surprise.”

“Okay.” You closed your eyes under her hands, not wanting to ruin whatever it was they had in store for you. They seemed so excited and you didn’t want to ruin their happiness.

“Be careful.” You heard Joshua say softly to Joon.

“Okay Daddy.” His tiny footsteps could be heard as he walked closer to you. He placed the plate in front of you, and Nari removed her hands.

Together, the two of them shout. “Happy Mother’s day Mommy!”

You open your eyes, and you heart warmed once more at the sight of the breakfast they had made you. Heart shaped chocolate chip pancakes with strawberries sliced into bite sized pieces. There was a glass of orange juice beside your plate, and a small heart shaped cake was behind the plate. It was messy, but it was adorable. You loved it.

“You guys.” You pouted. “Thank you so much.”

“Do you like it?” Joon questioned. He looked up at you with such hopeful eyes there was no way you could ever let him down in any way.

“I love it!” You told him with a grin. “Did you make it all by yourselves?”

They shook their heads and Nari spoke. “Daddy helped us a lot.”

You held your arms out and the two of them jumped into your arms, giving you the biggest hug they could manage.

“I love you two so very much.” You kissed them on their foreheads before pulling back slightly. “I’m so lucky to have such wonderful children.”

They giggled as they pulled away from you completely. Joshua stepped forward, squatting down so he was eye level with the two of them. “Why don’t you two go and get mommy’s gifts?”

Their eyes lit up even more and neither of you could stop them from racing off. Joshua chuckled as he stood up from his position. You stood up as well, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Breakfast was their idea.” He told you, wrapping his arms around you, leaning his chin against your head. “They were very excited to help.”

“You didn’t have to do all of this for me Shua.”

“Of course I did.” He countered without hesitation. “You’re the mother of my children- the love of my life. You deserve to be spoiled on Mother’s day.”

“You spoil me almost every day.”

“Yeah, but today you can’t fight me on it.”

You pulled away slightly so you could look him in the eyes. “Thank you.”

He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. His hands slid down your arms until he was able to lace his fingers with yours. You pulled away as the twins footsteps could be heard getting closer.

“Anything for you, my love.”

The twins were back at your side, handing you a bouquet of orange roses. “They’re your favorite color.”

“They are.” You nodded. “How’d you know that?”

“Daddy told us!” Joon told you. You looked over at Joshua, who gave you a cheeky smile.

“Open!” Nari exclaimed, handing you a small box that was wrapped specially. You shared a glance with Joshua, and his smile told you that they wrapped the gifts themselves.

Unwrapping the box carefully, you found a velvet ring box. You glanced between the twins before looking back at the box. Their eyes watched your every move, waiting anxiously to see you reaction to the gift.

You gasped when you opened the box. A thin silver ring was inside. The two bands met in the middle to create a heart, and inside the heart was a pearl. On the inside of the band, the twins initials were engraved. You absolutely loved it.

“Now we can be with you all the time.” Joon said happily. “Even when we’re at school.”

“It’s beautiful.” You gushed. Joshua pulled the ring out of the box and he slipped it on your middle finger on your right hand. “I love it.”

They cheered victoriously at their success in making your happy, but their cheers were short lived as Joons stomach growled lowly. Nari giggled as she stepped to the side.

“Hm.” You pretended to think for a moment. “How am I gonna finish these pancakes all on my own?”

The smiles on their faces were worth everything you’ve ever been through. “We can help!”

You ushered them to go ahead, and they didn’t hesitant to dig into the pancakes they made you. You reached out to grab Joshua’s hand as the two of you watched them. He pulled you into his side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Happy mother’s day, sweetheart.”

[4am-enha]

Return home.

description/tags: y/n moved away a few years go, but now she’s back temporarily and she’s ready give this school one last chance after her traumatic past. at least, she thought she was.

lengthy one shot, enhypen niki, high school bully, tsundere, timid reader stops giving a f, tiny angst/heaviness, confession, fluff, she/her pronouns used, protective, self insert (y/n), fast paced, enemies to..??

pairing: student bully tsundere? niki x victim student reader (fem)

warnings: strong language, bullying, teasing, a little angsty at some point?, a LOT of dialogue toward the end like A LOT, v fast paced because i wanted to keep it as a one shot not a full fic, cliffhanger!

wc ≈ 5k

note: sorry if this is kinda lame cheesy or cringe, i didn’t want to over step while writing about niki. also if you get confused- honestly me too. just ignore any mistakes 🙏🏻. i hope it’s okay~!!

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You were quite aware of the possibility that you may draw a bit of attention today from people that might actually remember you, because in all actuality you had shown up out of nowhere completely unannounced after your sudden disappearance a while ago. But that’s if anyone really cared to take any note of your existence; it’s not like they ever had done before.

As long as that damned Nishimura kid wasn’t around- you’d be okay.

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The overpowering smell of wet dirt where you can’t really figure out if you kind of like it or absolutely hate it. The uncomfortable feeling of your school uniform being all tight and stuck to you, itching here and there because of the humidity after a long week of constant heavy rain. The puddles that make sure to get your shoes soaked and grimy, seeping a little dampness into your socks somehow for the rest of the day and not forgetting to leave muddy, watery footprints and squeaky noises everywhere you go in the building. The urge to just go home, shower, and change into comfy clothes. Yeah, you were back alright.

It had been a few years since you were not only last seen in this country and this all too familiar area, but also this lame ass school. To your surprise, the school had unfortunately not crumbled to the ground yet. Although you really wish it had- especially at this very moment. You thought maybe if you manifest it and walk slow enough, it might just collapse. But of course, it didn’t.

All you could hear right now were chants, yells, and whining coming from every direction. Near and far, students were causing usual havoc while waiting for the bell to command them to class. Years ago it would have made you sick to the stomach with anxiety, but right now you were just so fed up about having to be here again you couldn’t care less about anyone around you. Who knew it was this easy to ignore when you’re caught up in your own head. And in all honesty, it was no shocker to probably absolutely anybody, but especially not to you, to see that the students of this school were still something like hell spawn. How nice it is to see the students still terrorising the teachers to the point they cry and leave even after all this time.

Home sweet home.

You were quite aware of the possibility that you may draw a bit of attention today from people that might actually remember you, because in all actuality you had shown up out of nowhere completely unannounced after your sudden disappearance a while ago. But that’s if anyone really cared to take any note of your existence; it’s not like they ever had done before.

Fortunately, you were a little older now, used to this whole high school shit, and you could actually tolerate the majority of kids here. You had become skilled at just ignoring things until they went away. Besides, it’s not like you’d be here for that long.

Just as long as that damned Nishimura kid wasn’t around- you’d be okay.

Hold on, let’s rewind a little.

A few years ago, you were told for the first time in your life that you’d not only be moving house, but moving to an entirely different country away from the one you had spent your whole childhood in growing up. You were only about a year into your high school life when the news dropped.

You knew your fathers job required your family to move around often- but you had gotten lucky and had ended up never actually having to move around until now. But you weren’t sad for long. In fact, you were delighted to get away from this place. Why? Because recently, it was making you so miserable.

As soon as high school began, your whole life changed. You had faced some major teasing from time to time- always being kind of a loner, but for most of your first year of high school, you were bullied hard. You were teased and treated like some stupid baby, your things got taken and thrown, sometimes you’d be “ding-dong-ditched”, and for months the insults and comments never ended. It got to the point you had begged and pleaded for your parents to transfer you to a different school. Though now they didn’t need to, because you were moving across the globe.

You soon started your new life in a new school, new country, with new people- and it was going amazing. Suddenly, you had a ton of friends, and people actually wanted to be around you. It was such a change from what you had faced in your home country, and it felt like luxury. But you couldn’t make too many friends or really get too close to anyone, because ever since you moved the first time, it seemed like suddenly your family just had to keep moving every year or so.

You looked at the bright side though, you travelled often, got cool life experiences, and you had the rare opportunity to constantly start fresh again at each new school you started. As long as you weren’t going to that fucking school back home it was fine. You’d most likely never have to go there again, right?

But that didn’t work out so well.

Because just a few weeks ago, you were told you were temporarily moving back home, and that while you were there you’d have to attend that cursed old school again. For a while, you were so angry about it, and to be honest- you still are today. But you were relieved because you had been recently informed that the usual group of kids that used to bully you were all gone now. All except two. One of them being Nishimura Niki, famous for making your life hell since middle school.

Niki wasn’t the worst of the batch, but he was definitely the most irritating. He was always the one that would tease you like a little kid, always taking your stuff and calling you names just to get a reaction out of you. You never understood what you had ever done to him- or anybody for that matter, but you never tried to find out either. You had just let it happen. The others had always just been mean because they bullied everyone ‘below’ them, but Niki only seemed to just pick on you. God knows why he chose to target you, but it was damn tiring.

So now here you are.

Standing outside the school you thought you’d never have to see again.

Waiting to begin your, as you would call it, “jail sentence”.

The bell finally echoed throughout the rusty buildings and everyone swarmed toward the doors. Some heading straight to class, and others finding a great hiding spot to skip classes for the day. You kept your head down, not risking drawing any attention until you got into the classroom.

The teacher greeted you warmly. It was a new teacher, one that must have begun working here during the time you were living your best life elsewhere. You took a seat close to the window and finally had the guts to lift your head and look around.

You let out a heavy sigh of relief as you scanned around with your eyes and realised nobody in here knew who you were. You sat up and dropped your shoulders from their incredibly tense position and smiled to yourself. Maybe things really had changed and you could pretend like you’d never been here before. You were good at starting fresh, since you’d been doing it for the past couple years now.

The class shortly began and you feel yourself slowly relaxing as you realise you’ve already read the book they’re discussing today, so you already know all the answers to any possible questions that would be asked of you. Thankfully, the classroom is peaceful and light. The other students aren’t causing much trouble since it’s the first class of the day and everyone’s half asleep still. That’s until abruptly, the classroom door swings open and someone tumbles in loudly. A young boy, who kind of looks famili-

“Mr. Nishimura. You’re late, as always.”

Your heart drops to your ass at the sound of his name and you swiftly duck down, pretending like you’re taking something out of the bag beside your chair. Peeking slightly at him, but not enough for him to be able to see your face.

“Got stuck in traffic” he shrugs.

“You’re not old enough to drive,” the teacher's tone was clearly plastered in annoyance, not believing any words that could possibly come from his sarcastic mouth.

“My parents drove me, duh.”

“Everyone knows you live just across the road from the school, Niki,” the teacher sighs and the class giggles quietly amongst themselves, “I will let it slide that you’re late again as it's not quite been five minutes yet, but don’t you lie to me again young man.”

Niki just shrugged it off like before and began to walk toward his assigned seat near the front of the classroom, thankfully way out of the vision field of where you were currently sitting. Hesitantly, you eventually made your way back up to sitting normally again, but you could definitely say goodbye to your little relaxation sesh. This ‘stress free’ class suddenly just became the hardest one of your entire day and a close cause of fatal cardiac arrest.

Why the actual hell was HE here? It was as if it was a sick joke. It just had to be the class you were in. Even though it was technically his class before yours, the coincidence was uncanny. You needed to switch out fast. A visit to the school counsellors office certainly wasn’t on your agenda today, but now it was crucial. There was no way you could spend another day in this classroom; barely another minute.

You spent the rest of the entire class dodging whenever Niki would turn slightly or talk to someone behind him. Somehow, you had made it to the end of the class without him noticing you there. Everyone got up as the bell chimed and rushed toward the classroom exit, but you hovered behind just a few seconds to make sure you were way behind Niki. And you nearly made it, but just before you could leave you heard your teacher call out to you.

“Y/n! You almost forgot these papers.”

You felt like slamming your head into a wall. So much for avoiding any attention. You made your way back toward the teacher and took the papers, looking behind you a few times to see if Niki had heard it, but he was already out of sight. You’d gotten away with it on a call way too close for comfort.

“Make sure they get signed by the end of the week~!” the teacher reminded you cheerfully.

“Will do, thanks,” you nodded and headed out.

You took a few steps forward away from the classroom when Nishimura Niki swung himself in front of you. He must have heard your name, and even worse, he had waited for you.

“Is that really you? y/n?”

For a moment you panicked, feeling your ears heat up and eyes widen with fear. But then you collected yourself. There was no way you would let this little bastard get in your way again. You decided just to brush him off by going around him and keep on walking. Though he really wasn’t so little anymore. In fact, he was really really fucking tall and he looked more intimidating than he had ever been.

“It is, isn't it? I can’t believe it y/n. It was a bit rude that I didn’t even get a jump scare warning, but wow, you really still exist?” his words trailed behind you, following you.

“No, obviously I don’t,” you muttered, words dripping with sarcasm. You weren’t supposed to be responding, but you honestly couldn’t resist it.

“You still think you’re smart huh? I’d say that’s pretty dumb of you y/n” he scoffed.

“Sounds like you’re projecting,” you replied back.

Niki was quiet for just a second. You had completely changed since the last time he had remembered you. You still looked the same in his eyes, but your personality had taken a full turn. Usually, you’d be yelling at him to go away by now, or hiding from him. He still remembered the time he had snatched your cute little wrist watch from you for just a few minutes and the way your lips trembled as you tried to hold back your tears pleading that he give it back. He had felt bad for a minute back then, but only then. And you’d never know about it. But where did this new confidence come from? And why was it kind of attractive? Niki shook his head, racing in front of you again to face you.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You sighed and involuntarily rolled your eyes slightly, not surprised he was doing something like this. It was very Niki coded to stand in front of someone’s way annoying them when he wasn’t being paid enough attention. One thing you now realised was how stupid it was that you used to react so much to him and his lame shots at you. Because right now, this was pathetic and more than just a little cringe.

“You know American high school movies aren't great tutorials on how to be a bully right? Unless of course you’re intentionally trying to be a walking ick, otherwise you’re doing a great job.”

“What does that even mean?”

You giggled at your own joke and shrugged at him, taking a sharp turn closer towards your next class. As expected, he continued to get in your way.

“Stop with that annoying fucking giggle. And I’m not finished talking to you yet,” he snapped.

“It’s a good thing I wasn’t listening anyway then. Move Nishimura.”

“You still remember my name?” Niki’s eyes widened, stuttering for a split second and his stance softening up a little.

“Nope.”

“But you just said it-”

You shrugged again and entered your classroom, taking a deep breath of relief as the door shut behind you- leaving Niki out in the hallway confused as ever. Maybe it wasn’t going to be that bad after all, but you knew he wouldn’t stop there.

“You wanna play this again, then we can play Nishimura,” you thought to yourself.

—-

Niki couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened, and how you had even ended up back here years later out of nowhere. Why didn’t he know? It was bad enough that you had up and left without a goodbye (not that he deserved one), but to show up again? And to just keep brushing him off like he wasn’t even there? It majorly pissed him off.

‘Move Nishimura.’

Besides his teachers, you had been (and supposedly still were) the only one to ever call him that. He had never understood why you barely ever just called him by his first name. You always called him Nishimura when he had pissed you off, and it only made him want to annoy you more just to hear it again. It sounded so different from you and it made you stand out from everyone else he knew; he hated it. God he hated it so much.

Niki replayed the image in his head of you ducking and hiding from him earlier when he had first got to class. It took everything in him not to act like he’d just seen a ghost when he recognized your presence. Yes, he had seen it all. You in fact had not gotten away with it after all. Seriously you were so stupid for thinking that was going to work, anybody would have noticed a whole new ass student in the classroom. He had just played along with it because it was funny to watch you desperately try to avoid his gaze and almost get whiplash pretending you were looking elsewhere. Did he really have that sort of effect on you? Perhaps you weren’t as composed as you tried to act in front of him anyway, it made him chuckle lightly thinking about it.

“Whatcha thinkin ‘bout?” The girl beside Niki interrupted his thoughts. It was one of his ‘friends’, who secretly Niki didn’t like at all but stuck around her to stay on her good side. She was another one of y/n’s notorious bullies. The other one out of the two still attending this school, and possibly the worst one. She scared everyone, including Niki sometimes. She basically ruled the whole school somehow.

“Your mother,” Niki grumbled at her, earning a hard shove.

“Whatever man, stop dozing off. I need someone to talk to. I'm bored as hell,” the infamous companion complained.

—-

You were right about Niki not stopping there, but fucking hell he was giving it his everything.

It was sort of admirable that he was dedicating that much effort and time to you, if it wasn’t for the fact he just wanted to annoy the shit out of you and attempt to ruin your day.

After the boy had found out you were back, he didn’t waste a second teasing you. He had stolen your phone a few times, turned your backpack inside out when you left it unattended, mocked your hair a few times for it being in bunches, copied your homework, and constantly hovered around and nagged you as if nobody else was allowed around you. Oh and god forbid that you ignored him, because then he’d do anything he could to get you to look at him or speak up, even if he actually ended up making a fool of himself instead of you in the end.

Really, nothing had changed about him. Well at least not his personality. He was definitely way taller now and his face had matured a lot, which was ironic for how immature he still was. Admittedly, he had glowed up, but one little haircut and he’d have nothing for sure. You couldn’t inflate his ego now, because then he truly would be insufferable.

A week went by and you were actually completely drained and on your last little bit of dying tolerance. Thank god you only had one class together each day, because you got to escape the torment while class was on going for the rest of the day disregarding the morning and the walking periods in between each one.

Niki must have gotten held behind somewhere or something this afternoon, because he had not appeared for the past couple of passing periods like he had been consistently. Somehow it actually felt kind of odd, but you savoured this moment while you still could. Unless he had truly given up on you, finally.

But you should have known that was too much of a good thing for you here.

As you were making your way out of your last class of the day and finally ready to head home, you heard a voice you wish you’d never even recognized. It made you freeze in your spot.

“Well look who it is! Y/n, isn’t it a pleasure to see your face again?”

“Lila.”

The one girl who had the entire school practically wrapped around her little finger. The one who had traumatised you the most. Sure you could act nonchalant in front of Niki, but Lila was violent, and in this situation it would have been such a relief to be picked on by Niki instead. When you were told that only two of “the usual” remained at this school, you had never even thought that Lila may have still been here. You assumed you would’ve been informed if she was. How had you gone a whole week without knowing she was here?

“Why didn’t you come and say hello? Didn’t you miss me?” She snarked, getting in your face. People began to glance over. You tried to ignore it and walk away, but Lila yanked a part of your hair and pulled you closer so she could threaten you in a whisper.

“What gave you the stupid stupid fucking nerve to come back?”

“Get off of me you obsessed bitch” you spat.

Niki came running up, out of breath and stopping a distance behind Lila watching with wide eyes at what was happening. He had been running across half the school campus to catch up with you before you went home, but not like this.

Lila let go of your hair but stomped hard on your foot and kept her foot there with a significant amount of pressure, causing a small whine of pain to escape you. She looked behind her, noticing Niki and lifted her foot from you but held onto your sleeve.

“Did you know she was here?” Lila questioned him.

Niki said nothing. You shouldn’t have expected him to, but a small part of you wished he would have done at least something, anything at all.

“Ahh, you must be surprised as well, right? She showed up without a word, can you believe that? How unfair,” Lila dragged on with a sigh.

You looked at Niki for a moment. He just stared at you with an uncomfortable expression. Clearly not wanting to be a part of what was happening right now.

Honestly, he felt hopeless. Even he didn’t agree with this. He had tried to avoid the possibility of Lila coming across you soon, always leading Lila away from your usual route this week, but obviously he was way too late today. He felt paralyzed in horror of it unravelling right in front of his eyes and seeing tears well up in your own eyes that you kept trying to hold back. It hurt him.

“At least now we can all hang out again like we used to, right Niki?” Lila flashed a painfully obvious fake smile. By “hang out” she meant physically terrorising you everyday for showing your face or even breathing in the same place as her, and everyone knew it. This school had a sick case of bystander effect though, so you couldn’t expect any help from anyone except yourself.

You shook her off of you aggressively and walked away with a fast angry pace, too many pairs of eyes watching you closely. You tried incredibly hard to stay collected but this whole moment had brought up a bit too much of the past for you and it hurt, badly. You were so embarrassed, and now your one shot of giving this shitty cursed school one more fucking chance was over.

Lila raised her eyebrows with a smug grin, acting as if she was surprised you had stormed off like that. Suddenly, Niki was beside her, grabbing her shoulder real tight, almost digging his fingernails into her.

“Jesus, what’s with the damn grip asshole?” She complained.

“You’re crossing a line that isn’t yours.”

“What? Don’t act like you don’t do the same shit,” Lila turned to Niki in which she was met with a heavy glare.

“Nobody picks on her unless it’s me,” he looked Lila up and down, “you nasty whore,” Niki added before rushing after you, calling out to you.

“Y/N hold up!” He yelled breathlessly. He did not expect to be doing this much running today. Why was the school this big by the way?

As he got closer, you dropped your bag to the ground rather dramatically and turned to face him with the meanest look you had ever produced in your life. It made him take a few steps back.

You let out an angry yell, taking it all out on him, “you know what Nishimura, let’s just fucking fight.”

Niki bit down hard on his bottom lip to stop himself from smiling a little. He really could not help it. The way you looked right now with your fragile soft fists up at him, the stupid sound of his last name coming from your mouth. It was like a test from the universe to not crack in front of you.

“Y/n…” he began softly.

People started crowding around you two now, drawing a lot of attention. They suddenly began to chant “fight” over and over, encouraging it. Niki looked around. So quickly, so many people were gathered waiting for it. He looked back at you with darting eyes and let out a sigh.

Then he approached you closely, in which you flinched and closed your eyes- anticipating it. Hell, you didn’t know how to fight physically. You had just acted impulsively and started something you definitely could not finish.

But Niki just grabbed your wrist softly. You were confused and started struggling as you realised he was grabbing you instead of fighting, “what the fuck?” you exclaimed as you looked at him, not understanding.

He ignored you and tightened his grip carefully and dragged you out of that ring of people who soon became disappointed at the absence of a real fight until eventually you two were isolated away from all the chaos.

It was awkward as you both sat engulfed in suffocating silence. Niki was simply waiting for you to calm down, whereas you were trying to figure out and just process what had just happened.

“Hey,” Niki broke the silence, finally.

You didn’t respond, but looked at him to show that you were listening. This was so out of character for him. You never knew you were capable of feeling this much confusion before now. This school really was cursed.

“You know I’d never really hurt you right?”

Your eyes scanned him with confusion, and your ears became hot with embarrassment. Why did you suddenly feel so shy now?

Niki didn’t wait for a response. He had already started, so he decided to just spill whatever was on his mind before he started regretting it. If it wasn’t now, it’d probably be never. He sighed and got closer to you, kneeling in front of you and looking up at you ever so softly.

You’d never seen this side of him, this was completely new and you weren’t sure how to feel about it yet alone how to react to it.

“I know this is really sudden, but the truth is y/n I’ve never hated you. I just hated the way you would make me feel. I hated the way I admired you so much. I hate how perfect you are. Yet, all I wanted to do is be around you. I know there were better ways to act, and I’ve probably done a lot of damage to you, but I was so lost and confused on how to deal with everything. I was so scared of my own feelings I ended up avoiding them by pushing you away while wanting to stay close to you the only way I knew how to. I can only hope for your forgiveness,”

“Niki,” you began, but he cut you off. If he stopped to think about it or let what he was saying sink in, he would probably run away.

“When you suddenly stopped turning up to school a few years ago, I found out that you had moved away and left; My heart shattered. I think that was when I realised how much I really just wanted your attention on me rather than anybody else. Things went too far back then, and I was sure you’d never come back. I tried to forget it, move on like I never cared anyway, but I really missed just seeing your face everyday y/n,” tears began to fall from his eyes and his voice became desperate.

Unintentionally, butterflies erupted in your stomach, suddenly making you extremely nauseous. His words were really genuine and so unexpected. You never thought you’d hear a confession like this from anyone, let alone Nishimura Niki. The kid you thought wanted you to just vanish. You started to feel bad that you had never even known about this hurt you caused him. It wasn’t your fault, but somehow you felt responsible and sorry.

“I never got over it. Every fucking day I felt nothing but guilt. It’s only been a week since you came back, and I think that’s why I’m doing this now. At first I tried to pretend that my old feelings weren’t coming back up, but if I’m being honest with you, I never stopped liking you. Nobody does it like you. I know it sounds pathetic but I really can’t lose you again like that. Fuck, I'm terrified that you'll be around one day and then gone the next just like before. Completely out of my life. I’m done playing my childish games, because this is how I feel. I can’t explain to you the way I felt when I saw you again. I panicked and resorted to what I was just used to since we were in middle school, but god I got so scared when you started to brush me off.”

You felt a dark pink blush flush over your cheeks in which you couldn’t even try hiding as you realised that Nishimura Niki had just admitted that he not only did, but still likes you. And since middle school? The more you saw this vulnerable side of him, the more your eyes opened to just how unique he truly was. But you also felt like hitting him for never opening up to you until now.

“Back there, seeing the hurt you tried to keep back in your eyes, I felt this urging wave of protection splash over me. I froze because the feeling was overwhelming and sudden. I wanted to hold you, to stop the pain I took part in causing, but I knew that was so much easier said than done. I’m afraid of not being able to be someone you need around, but now I want to do my best to prove myself and be that type of person for you.”

Niki cried harder and harder, reaching out to hold your hand as he pleaded. You gently began to run your palm over his head in a way of consoling him. He hunched over your lap, crying out everything. You let him, and you both stayed like that, very still for a while. As he calmed down to a level where you could actually understand what he was saying without choking on his words, he looked up at you again and finally said,

“It feels like the universe has just thrown me another chance. A chance to make it up to you and show you that I can be serious. Please y/n, let me show you a side of me that nobody has seen. It’s all for you, beautiful, only you.”

END.

please note: this is simply a fan written fiction for entertainment purposes only and is not associated with the real enhypen members at all nor should it ever be related to the real version of them. this story is not intended to hate or make anyone look bad. thank you.

an: hey guys! thanks for reading if you made it this far~ i love you all :) this was something new, so excuse the bad dialogue and rushed scenes with niki picking on yn. idk how to be a bully 😭. what are you guys doing? how have you been? omfg did u guys see the tour announcement? i’m on my knees begging and praying i get to go to the seoul date. oh to perceive enha in person RAHHH

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All The Little Things

mingyu x blackcoded!reader

tags: fluff

summary: The little moments that make up the best of your relationship with Mingyu.

warnings: mention of food

notes: writing something new when i already have a draft i cant finish is my guilty pleasure, i feel like this is bad :(, not beta read

wearing the other’s clothes

Mingyu walks into your shared apartment, visibly tired from his flight. The sizzle of cooking and the aroma of food comes wafting through the doorway. He sighs, hanging his jacket on your shared coat hanger. He makes a beeline for the kitchen, and wraps his arms around your waist, spooking you a bit.

“Sorry.” He apologizes sheepishly when he sees you jump, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. He looks down at you before noticing something he hadn’t when he came in to greet you.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” He asks before laughing quietly. You nod and shrug nonchalantly.

“Yeah, it smelled like you so I wore it. I missed you.” You admit. Mingyu had been out of the country for about a week, and the two of you were fairly clingy partners. It was always tough when the two of you had to go away for work for an extended period of time.

“That’s cute, I missed you too.” You can feel him smile on top of your head before leaning down slightly to kiss your temple.

“How was your shoot?” You ask, you were always curious about your boyfriend and his work activities. You had a more regular job, working in finance at a corporation.

“Meh. It was regular, I didn’t get to see all of the photos. I liked the outfits though.” You make a sound of amusement as you stir the pot.

“I can’t wait to see them! You’re gonna look so nice.” You piped. You could feel Mingyu grin again on your head.

taking care of the other while they’re sick

Mingyu laid a warm and damp cloth on your forehead. You roll your eyes.

“Gyu, I’m fine. You don’t have to do all this.” You sneeze almost immediately after, sighing at your body’s reluctance to help prove your point. Mingyu shakes his head.

“No, no. You’re sick and need rest. I’m not letting you lift a finger.” He warns. You sigh, knowing that Mingyu would start sulking if you refused anymore. You found it endearing that your boyfriend wanted to take care of you while you were sick, and he was glad he had the week off.

Mingyu leaves you alone in the living room momentarily. You could tell that he was making something to help nurse you back to health. He would come back to the living room occasionally to check on you and place soft kisses on your forehead.

“Ta da! I made you soup.” He says, quietly grinning. He looked so proud of himself, and he was a great cook, so you were eager to eat. He’d made a chicken soup with shredded chicken breast, potatoes, carrots, peas, and broccoli.

“This is really good, Gyu!” You say in between spoonfuls. Mingyu watches you eat with a warm smile, he loves watching you eat. He doesn’t know why, but his heart beats a little faster whenever he watches you eat the food he makes.

“i love you”

The two of you sat on your couch in your shared apartment, watching whatever corny romance movie Mingyu turned on. You watch the cliché scene of the female lead realizing that the love of her life was right in front of her in the form of her best friend.

“I love you, Gyu.” You say randomly. Mingyu kisses your hand that was intertwined with his.

“Out of nowhere?” He asks, not surprised to hear it, but taken a little off guard. You shrug, eyes still on the screen.

“Yeah, I guess I just wanted to say it.” You nodded. Mingyu pulls you closer, as if the two of you already weren’t unbelievably close together. Mingyu grins, his canines making a welcome appearance.

“Well I love you too.” He professed dramatically, placing a wet kiss on your cheek causing you to groan and roll your eyes.

“Mingyu!” You whine, wiping the side of your face. He whines when you wipe the kiss, opting to kiss all over your face.

“Let me love you!” He pleads playfully, and you roll your eyes and let him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Mingyu.” You warn. He grins mischievously and laughs.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Y/N.” He rolls his eyes before kissing you again.

“this made me think of us”

In the middle of work your phone buzzes. You pick up your phone to see the notification is a text from your boyfriend.

gyu🩷:

i saw this and thought of us

He sent a photo of two golden retrievers laying together in their owners front yard. You smile at your phone at the cute photo he sent. You quickly shoot him a text back.

you:

that’s so cute, we should go on a picnic soon

gyu🩷:

when?? i’m down. you always look so cute in sundresses

You roll your eyes. He always thought you looked more than cute when you wore sundresses.

falling asleep on them

The two of you are laying in your shared bed, basking in the comfortable silence the two of you created. You both were scrolling on your phones, occasionally showing each other a cute or funny video.

“Babe look.” Mingyu lifts his phone to show you a video of a group doing a try not to laugh challenge on tiktok.

“That’s so dumb.” You snort.

With the comforting weight of Mingyu’s head on your chest as you lazily scratched his head, it was easy to relax and decompress from your stressful day.

You show your boyfriend a cute cat playing with a laser, but Mingyu doesn’t respond.

“Gyu.” You call for him, silence.

“Mingyu.” You call again, a little louder this time before craning your neck to look at him. He was sleeping. You smile softly to yourself. You continue to scratch at his head, knowing if you were to stop altogether he would wake up and start whining.

So you continue on, slowing down gradually before stopping due to you falling asleep. As your eyes flutter closed, you feel Mingyu pull you closer to his body. You let him nuzzle into you, pulling him close to you as you sleep.

[jina1028]

Small rant

I hate reading x reader fics and then there's physical descriptions like "he grabbed your tan thigh" no bitch I'm as white as a ghost.

Or "he towered over you" no he's just 10 cm taller than me it's not that drastic of a difference.

"You could see the imprint of his dick in your tummy" I'm not that small and skinny and he's not that big, it would hurt so much, that's not hot 🤕

I always stop reading at some point 'cause I feel like it's not me (reader) in the fic.

At this point make it a self insert fic.

As I try to get used to be a writer I always try to not describe the reader as she (I write female characters) could be white, black, asian, chubby, skinny, tall, short, any hair color, lenghth and texture...

My goal is to make everyone feel included as I try to improve my writing skills, unless it's priorly stated that reader is older, younger or whatever.

As x reader fic writers everyone should try to make whoever is reading our fics feel included, I think that's the whole point of this kind of fic!

I'll always try to do so unless it's a particular request or I wanna make some category of readers feel special in one fic and I'll always state it beforehand.

[dtaegis]

writing kpop academy fic today and wrote one of the boys asking PERMISSION to enter the polycule

[onekeii]

pls vote/share im doing research

[raewrites423]

Home Run: Coming Soon

Allow me to expand into Ateez with Kim Hongjoong! Hi Atiny <3 I'm obsessed with Captain!AUs for him. Read the blurb below!!

***this fic is 18+ MDNI, below is SFW

You, on your college softball team, had your eye on the Captain of the Baseball team, Kim Hongjoong. The strong aura of a leader drew you in. Not to mention his beautiful face. Although your teammates dated the players on and off, no one said a word about Hongjoong. He was a mystery, he was attractive, and he knew how to lead a team. Maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't strike out.

[easy-there-leftovers]

Ko-fi and Commissions!!

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Character Development: Chapter 5

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, general delusion, angst

Character Development Masterlist

“Morning,” Changkyun whispered.

Seeing him lying next to me, inches away from my face, was shocking. I screamed and stumbled to get out of the bed.

“What the—why are you here?”

“In my bedroom?” He asked me while laughing, “Sorry, our bedroom”

I shook my head, “But I locked the door.”

He laughed again. “I have a key, of course”

One moment of peace, that’s all I'm asking for.

“Get back here, it’s still early.” His arms reached out to me.

Not. A. Chance. He gave me a pout. “No, I’m good.” I crossed my arms over my chest, was it always this cold in the house?

Changkyun watched me try the door; it wouldn't open. I whipped around to look at him, jiggling the handle loudly. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to ask properly. “Why won’t it open?” I demanded, ending softly so as not to provoke him.

“I locked it,” he answered simply, now sitting up, one hand resting on the bed where I had been.

I could feel my stress levels rising. I’m locked in a room with this psycho. And apparently, he can lock and unlock any door. Whereas I am becoming progressively more and more helpless. It was one thing to be sitting in the open floorplan of the kitchen-dining-living room downstairs. But here, it was as if the walls were closing in on me.

“Come back to me.” He requested.

Obeying felt like throwing away my dignity, but I was in constant fear it would be that or my life. My skin crawled as I climbed back onto the bed, almost falling off the edge to sit as far away as possible. Too close. Still too close. His face brightened and he tugged harshly on my arm, pulling me toward him. Manhandling me as he saw fit.

“This makes me so happy, you know.”

“I know.” I sighed, feeling utterly defeated. My back to his chest as he played with my hands.

For an hour, we sat like that. Or at least, I thought it was an hour. There wasn’t a clock in the bedroom. There wasn’t a clock in most of the rooms, except for the kitchen. Time seemed to drag on–more so with Changkyun here than before. Thankfully, he didn’t make me talk much, mostly just rambled to himself. I even managed to block him out at some points.

“--beakfast.” I heard, snapping back from zoning out.

Changkyun lifted me slightly, just enough to move me out of his lap, positioning me beside him, and got out of bed.  He must have said something along the lines of ‘Let’s have breakfast.’ I smirked and silently congratulated myself on being able to drown him out.

“Your smile is beautiful.” He grinned at me. “I told you, you would be happy here. I’ll make you happy.”

I had let my guard down. When I looked back up from my hands I’d punched the bed with, Changkyun was looking back at me, taking off his shirt.

“What are you doing!?” I looked away.

“Uh… getting dressed.”

“Go into the bathroom or something,” I shouted at him, averting my eyes.

Changkyun chuckled, “My y/n, so innocent and shy.”

He took some clothes and walked them to the bathroom. Despite it being him who was shirtless rather than me, I felt violated. Get me out of here.

“Are you not going to change?” He asked, re-entering the bedroom. “Wait,” he threw his pajamas, “I know just what you should wear!” He rifled through the dresser. Great, he had my whole wardrobe memorized now?

“I can find something mys–”

“No, this is perfect.” He held out a bulky sweatshirt of mine. “Then we can match,” he beamed.

I glanced from his excited expression, to the baggy white sweats he was wearing. “Great, we can match.” I mumbled sarcastically.

“Like a real couple,” he mused; I took the clothes he was holding out to me.

Gag me, I whispered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, I’ll change, and uh meet you downstairs.”

He offered to wait for me, but when I assured him on how hungry I was, he rushed downstairs instead. I can’t get a grip on his personality. He’s so hot and cold. It's as if my tone could determine his whole state of being. But he also didn’t seem to care as long as I was saying what he wanted to hear. This is limbo. A continuous state of high tension, confusion, and most importantly, never ending mental torture. As easy as he was to set off, it was just as easy to please him.

I sat alone in the room after getting dressed. I needed to be alone to sort out my thoughts. What I wouldn’t give to at least step outside. I should have pushed through my drowsiness last night. Tried the doors or tied him up when he slept. Surely Changkyun would have to go back to work eventually, right? I just have to wait it out until then. If I spend this time learning about Changkyun, learning about the house, maybe I could find some way out. Or at least get a key to one of the locked doors. I had begun to understand why all the cleaning supplies were locked away.

The quiet was nice... To be away from Changkyun’s delusions. And then, of course, cue the bedroom door opening. Changkyun looked concerned as he had been calling out my name, “You haven’t come down for breakfast, is something wrong?”

He can’t be left alone for five minutes. “Just starting my morning off slow.” I answered although it was perfectly normal for me to have held back a couple minutes and needed absolutely no explanation. 

“Oh… okay… But I want you to come downstairs now.” This was not a request but a demand.

“Coming,” I stood up.

“I love that we’re matching.” He repeated.

“I know you do,” I signed, following him down the stairs.

“How about pancakes,” Changkyun suggested when we walked into the kitchen together. I shrugged. He stared back blankly.

“Sure.”

“I’m so excited to cook with you! You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this!”

Domesticity, I groaned, silently of course. “Changkyun I–”

“Yes love?”

My final straw, “I don’t want to cook with you,” I burst out. “I don’t want to match clothes with you! I want to go home!” I shouted at him while we walked. He did not look pleased.

“I think we need to talk,” was all Changkyun said. However, he was very deliberately directing me to sit down at the table. I don’t know what overcame me, I was becoming just as turbulent as him,

“No,” and possibly a little cocky.

His eyes widened. “I’m telling you to take a seat. It looks like you’re forgetting your place here.” Clutching my shoulder roughly, he walked me to the table. After pushing me down into one of the chairs, he added, “And that place is under my thumb,” for emphasis.

Fisting a handful of my hair, Changkyun forced me to look up at him. “When I ask you to do something, you do it.” His grip loosened and he let his hand glide through my hair. “I’m taking such good care of you,” he traced my jawline.

“My home is much better than where you were living before, and I’ve supplied you with anything you’d need. And I’ve not gotten so much as a ‘thank you’ from you. I even transported you here comfortably,” he was now smoothing my hair back and staring through me. “...tied up all your loose ends. You were bored of your job. And your family? How much have you thought about them really, since you got here?”

Every moment of every day. In fact, I even wrote them letters in case I never make it out of here.

“It’s time you stopped being so combative." he continued refocusing cupping my cheek and soothing my cheekbone with his thumb, "It was cute when you acted like that with other men, but I’m really not interested in it anymore. We’ve had a rocky start, but it will make our story all the more romantic. Now, kiss me and I’ll forgive you.” He closed his eyes and smiled, showing off his dimples.

I stared blankly and we sat there for a minute. He huffed and rolled his eyes, I felt like I was in a cringy coming of age argument.

“I guess I wasn’t clear enough. When I ask you to do something, you jump at the chance to fulfill my request.” He grabbed me by the jaw and forced a kiss on me. “See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He whispered against my skin. “I forgive you,” He punctuated this with a pat on my head. He pulled away to hold me at arm's length by my shoulders, “I could never stay mad at you. Now let’s make breakfast.”

And so, Changkyun gets everything he wants.

Doing anything with Changkyun was a painful ordeal. He didn’t make anything easy. At one point he threw flour at me. I cringed and laughed to cover my blatant agitation. I imagined what would happen if I poured milk on him… probably best not to find out.

“Jagiya,” I didn’t realize I had zoned out again, while he handled the stove, ‘don't want you accidentally burning yourself.’ When I refused to answer to his pet names, he called out my name, “--I’m speaking to you.”

“Yes?”

“You don’t look like you're having fun.” I’m not. Changkyun gazed at me with disappointment.

“No,” I did my best to preserve the peace. “No, I’m having so much fun” I dipped my finger in the batter and swiped it across his cheek, “...with you.”

He looked slightly shocked, and then burst into a smile and started giggling. Honestly, that felt like a 50/50 shot. I joined him in laughing, though mostly out of relief. He cupped my face, with a sincere look in his eyes. Now I laughed genuinely. I couldn’t take him seriously with the batter smeared on his face,

“You look ridiculous” I blurted out. This obviously hurt him. He thought we were having a moment and I quite literally laughed in his face. “Uh, because of your face.” I was not remedying the situation. He pulled away. “I mean because of this.”

I grabbed him and aggressively wiped at his face. This only made more of a mess. Twice now, I've touched him voluntarily, and my hand burned because of it. Not that I was keeping count–he probably was though.  He froze, and coughed awkwardly–or, more likely, because of the smoke billowing off the pan on the stove.

Twice as flustered now, “Go over there, don’t breathe in the smoke, it's bad for you.” Changkyun prompted me to leave the kitchen. I obeyed, at least I don't have to clean it up. In the meantime, I made my way to the bathroom down the hall and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

“He is despicable.” I looked myself in the eyes. “He’s not friendly, he’s dangerous. A loose cannon and a criminal. Remember twenty minutes ago? Do not feel bad for hurting his feelings. He deserves every insult in the book, he is a monster.” After a couple more minutes of reminding myself Changkyun did not deserve me trying my hardest, I re-entered the kitchen.

“Sorry I ruined breakfast,” Changkyun looked at me with a discouraged expression.

“It’s not ruined, there's still some batter left!”

“If you like them with a little smoke.” 

“It just gives them an edge. Besides, there wasn’t that much smoke.” I was already back on my bullshit, and he didn’t even seem convinced. And then it hit me–how stupid I was. I hacked out a fake cough, “On second thought…” This made him panic. “Maybe we should open a window?”

He guided me out of the kitchen. “The windows don’t open.” He laughed incredulously.

“Oh… Right,” I chuckled, “Then maybe the back d–”

“No.” he said sternly.

We wound up in the library and didn’t speak, but I knew better than to try and leave when he shut the door purposefully behind us. Choosing to sit in the chair by the window, I drank in the midmorning sunlight. I wasn’t sure why he was so quiet, but busied myself reprimanding myself for falling for his puppy dog eyes and self-deprecation.

At some point he left; I stayed, so as not to look like I was following him. Eventually, he came back. I tried to act like I didn’t notice, like I was too wrapped up in this book, but the truth is I was painfully aware of his every move. My head ached from the hypervigilance, and it's been forever since I ate last. The sun and barred windows came together to cast harsh shadows on the floor, it must be past noon now.

Changkyun broke the silence, “This isn’t how I wanted to spend our first full day together.” That’s right, it’s only been a total of one full day. He crossed the small room to kneel in front of me, “please don’t ignore me.” This sounded much more like a plea than usual, and he placed his hands gently on my knees, “I ordered us something.”

I looked down my nose at him, doing my best not to shudder from his touch. Hopefully, he thinks I’m waiting for him to stop talking so I can carry on reading.

“Since apparently neither of us can be trusted to cook,” he let out a weak laugh, and looked away. I am not impressed. I know I’m most likely testing his patience, but I could get used to openly showing my disgust for him. “I’m sorry for putting you in danger. I never want you to be uncomfortable,” He looked away.

I raised an eyebrow, so this is why he was being so mild, he thinks I’m upset with him? Danger? Uncomfortable? A little smoke’s not gonna kill me. I rolled my eyes, internally of course. And don’t even get me started on being uncomfortable.

“The smoke’s all gone,” he said hopefully.

I would assume so, it’s not like the house was on fire. I brushed his hands off of me, “Is the food here?”

“Any minute now,'' he reports, delighted.

Gently, he plucks the book out of my hand and places it on the windowsill. I try to tug my hand away, but he already has a merciless grip on me, accompanied by a blissful smile on his face. I let him guide me into the kitchen while he rattled on about “Sorry” and “we’re so silly” and other things about us that he made up, like how similar we are. 

Lunch passed slowly also; except this time, I wasn’t allowed to leave when I was done. Although, I learned some things about Changkyun: he is a nepo baby, he travels relatively often, he's wildly obsessed with me, and his favorite color is purple (although it is unclear whether or not that is because it’s my favorite color). Of course, those were all things he told me. On inference, I learned he’s relatively estranged from his family, he’s a homebody, and him thinking I’m upset with him is much more propitious than me actually being upset with him. In other words, the cold shoulder is highly effective.

Since lunch was so late, I requested that I skip dinner. He did not oblige so I picked at my food and sat with him. We got onto the topic of hobbies which I thought was pointless because he made an effort to brag about how much he knew about me. This morphed into hobbies I should take up.

“You know what you need?” I stared at him. “To brush up on your Korean.” Brush up? I didn’t know any. “Not that it’ll be anytime soon, but when I go to work, I want you studying. And then we could talk to each other in Korean.” He swooned.

“Are you fluent?” He nodded; obviously happy I was inquiring about him. But that was the extent of the questions I asked.

And so the day crawled to a close, ending with us arguing about him leaving the room while I showered–I won after appealing to him: I’m, “still so shy. It’s cute.” I ended up leaving the shower running so I could fall asleep alone.

[labrujitadelamor]

Imagine #4:

You always admired the way she wore her clothes, her hair, and the perfume she wore; the pendant on her neck that lingered.

You also began to admire the flavor of her ~chapstick~ and the way her fingers would tangle in yours. Your legs around her and the way her chest felt against yours…

[mgnifiqueyoo]

26 : finally, it's official.

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───── ❝ summary ❞ ─────

for two years, you and beomgyu have been the best of friends and later lovers. however, things change after time had been taken away from the two of you ── he began to love someone else and soon turned into someone else.

and whether you like it or not, a not-so-familiar student in the same section finally made the first move...

a very unexpected first move.

. . . . .

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[4am-enha]

sunoo fic where he buys you a puppy or a bunny, bunnies are cuter

puppy bunny love

pairing: gn reader x sunoo

tags: kim sunoo from enhypen, short one short (written format), cute animals, bunny, sketchy pet shop, fluff, surprise, sunoo buying a bunny to surprise you, comfort, cute, self insert.

warnings: mild language? maybe? buying instead of adopting.

wc: ≈ 1k

Sunoo clearly remembers the first time you both moved to this town.

He remembers the first time you had both decided to explore the now familiar so-called entertainment district and the very first time you had discovered that one specific pet store, which neither of you had expected to see so randomly. 

Your initial discovery of this out-of-place pet shop was difficult to forget for Sunoo despite the fact seeing it in the first place was so unanticipated. Why? Well, 1. your reaction when you first saw it was absolutely priceless, and 2. you bring it up every damn month without fail.

It’s a very undersized, cramped store. The shop walls have glass cages, similar to museum displays, but with tiny energetic animals running around within them instead of ancient artifacts collecting dust. It was usually crowded with people who had passed by and just so happened to see the adorable, fluffy baby animals waiting to be saved- uh, bought. 

The whole place was a little sketchy. It was such a disorganized mixture of animals. A few of the glass crates had some sweet kittens, the majority had various breeds of puppies, but one had a bunny in. The cutest little bunny you had ever laid your eyes upon. It honestly looked like a white pompom. And ever since you saw it, you never shut up about it. You begged Sunoo to let you get it- but the answer was always no.

Though reasonably, it was a mature answer. Realistically, it took a lot of effort and responsibility to care for a new pet- especially a bunny. It just wasn't the best time for a commitment like that.

When the time did come when you were ready to take it on, and Sunoo had finally agreed, the bunny had vanished. Sunoo made some lame joke about how it was now free from the sentence of being loved to death by you, but you were too glum to joke around. The look on your face broke Sunoo. He wished he could bring back that face of hyperactive excitement and pure joy that you had when you had seen that stupid bunny before.

That's why as soon as Sunoo saw a new bunny in the store while passing by on the way home today, with no hesitation or time to think, he bought it for you.

Honestly, he hated the thought of it- buying instead of adopting, but Sunoo did not have many other options. Right now, this sketchy ass place had finally gotten to him. This bunny wasn't identical to the one before, but it was close enough, and Sunoo knew you would be too excited to care what it looked like anyway. After seeing the worker's lack of interest or compassion when selling this bunny to him, Sunoo started to feel glad he had picked up the bunny away from that unprofessional store. He knew you would give it a life any bunny would be extremely lucky to have. You would love it until the end of its time, and even more after.

The bunny struggled a little in the undersized box Sunoo had been given to transport it on the way home, and he was worried that it would escape before he even got home. He carefully sped up his pace, hoping you had not randomly decided to go out and eat cake like you usually did.

Sunoo rang the doorbell a few times and knocked a couple times. You opened the door after rushing toward the sound of Sunoo arriving home. You looked him up and down, noticing him gripping a strange box quite nervously.

Piquing curiosity, “where did you get that?" you questioned, trying to get a clearer view of the mystery box. 

It wasn't that obvious that it contained an animal. Really, it looked like a cake box or something- maybe Sunoo had gone to Paris Baguette and bought a cake to surprise you?

“This? Oh, it's a gift for us,” Sunoo smiled awkwardly, hurriedly pushing past before you could figure out what it was from the barely audible noises the box made.

You closed the door behind you and darted toward where Sunoo lay the box, “what is it?”

Sunoo giggled at how excited you were to see a plain box, with no clue there was that damn bunny you had nagged him about for months inside, “should we open it and find out?”

Without answering, you skipped closer to the box, and leaned forward on your tippy toes, smile widening and notable interest rising in your facial expression by the second. Sunoo signaled for you to open it yourself, so you did eagerly.

There it was. The ball of fluff that had almost caused you a heart attack upon seeing it for the first time. The bunny that had shattered your heart when it had disappeared from the store. The one thing you couldn’t, and wouldn't, stop talking about recently- with the exception of Sunoo of course.

Sunoo watched the way you lit up as you saw it. Then he watched tears glaze over your eyes, making his own water, “why are you crying, love?”

“I'm just so happy,” you wailed out as you picked up the endearing thing ever so gently, “we can really keep it?”

“Of course we can. That’s why I bought it, right?”

Sunoo admired how much you loved this thing. It even made him a little jealous to see such a simple creature make you so happy and steal your heart in seconds after he had spent years trying to capture it.

"But if that bunny steals you away from me, then we will have problems,” he joked.

You rolled your eyes with a smile, your tears and sniffles now lightening up. The rest of that evening you spent gathering supplies and smothering the bunny in kisses and pets. This bunny was about to be the most spoilt thing ever, but your pure happiness was enough to convince Sunoo to keep the bunny around.

Sunoo loved being in love with your love, even if you gave more of it to an animal than him.

This is purely an imagine for entertainment and should not be taken seriously, nor does it have anything to actually do with the real members of Enhypen, thank you.

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