#crave a kiss from comfort girl idol

[nochukoo97]

beside you

pairing: idol!jungkook x gf!reader

summary: you miss your boyfriend after not seeing him for a long time, so who could blame you if you couldn’t resist him once you saw him?

warnings/tags: MINORS DNI, dom!jk, sub!oc, established relationship, oc is a little whiny and desperate oops, riding, missionary, oc has an iud but it isn’t mentioned, lots of kissing, jk buys oc a pair of ck underwear 🥹, aftercare, jk calls her pretty girl and baby :((, they miss each other so much, a little i love you moment halfway :))

word count: 2.1k+

beside you; keshi: it’s just you and i, and no other guys, we got no interruptions and we both feelin’ the vibe

You find yourself sitting in a random coffee shop, your mood clouded by a deep sense of longing. Your fingers trace the rim of the coffee cup, the warm ceramic comforting in your hands. Leaning your head against your palm, you release a heavy sigh, your eyes fixated on the half-diluted coffee that you had paid an hefty price for, “I miss my boyfriend,”

Beside you, Chaeyong, your roommate of four years, gives you an amused look. She rolls her eyes playfully and nudges the plate of pastries closer, urging you to take another bite.

Chaeyong's comment brings a pout to your lips. “You say that every time he's out of your sight,” she remarks, her voice tinged with affectionate exasperation.

A small whine of frustration escapes your lips as you respond, “But I was so excited to see him yesterday when he landed in the evening, and I fell asleep! And by the time I woke up this morning, he had left for another schedule.”

Chaeyong tries to console your sullen mood, “But you'll see him later today, right?”

You nod, but it's accompanied by another heavy sigh. The mere thought of having to wait a little longer to be reunited with Jungkook deepens your yearning for him. Your heart aches with the anticipation of the moment when you can finally hold him close and simply spend time with him.

You’ve been separated from Jungkook for a good week or so because of his promotions in America, and as much as you tried to keep an optimistic mindset while living away from your boyfriend, there was a major part of you that simply craved for his presence to be back.

For example, when you ate breakfast in the morning, there was no Jungkook sitting beside you to annoy you with the most random facts he’s learnt, or throughout the day, there was no Jungkook singing random tunes to songs that filled the apartment, and most of all, there was no Jungkook to cuddle up next to you and help you sleep.

Frankly, the dark under eyes clearly showing through your skin is evident of Jungkook’s absence for the past week. It’s been more than rough for you, considering you’ve been spoilt by Jungkook’s cooking that a mere packet of instant noodles can even taste bland.

“Then just text him to see when you can meet,” Chaeyong is a genius, you didn’t think of that.

you: hi baby

you: i miss you :((((((((((

Chaeyong’s been curiously peering at your phone screen, as you type out a message to your boyfriend. A wry grin tugs at your lips, but your amusement quickly turns into a grumble as her scrutinizing eyes zero in on your texting style.

“Yuck, that’s how you text him?” She inquires, her tone mixed with amusement and faux disgust.

“Get a boyfriend and then you’ll understand,” You scoff, retorting at her as you kick her shin from under the table, earning a hiss from your roommate.

jungkook: hi my pretty girl :)

jungkook: miss you too

jungkook: just finished my filming and im done for the day, wanna come over to my studio? 😘

“This is the part where I get abandoned here isn’t it,” Chaeyong deadpans as she reads the text Jungkook had sent back, the text itself already making you light up and gasp in excitement.

“Chaeyong,” You look her directly in the eyes, pleading with your roommate, “You know how much I love you but right now, I need to get to my boyfriend like asap,”

“Fine, fine, go ahead, you better do the same for me when I get a boyfriend,” She rolls her eyes at you, as you quickly spew a string of thank-you-you’re-the-best-in-the-whole-wide-world, before grabbing your bag to drive over to his company building.

-

Breathless and filled with anticipation, you swing the door to Jungkook's studio open, paying no heed to the quiet click of the latch. The space is awash in a soft glow from the artistic lamps scattered across the room. Your heart races as you spot your boyfriend, Jungkook, sitting in the swivel chair in front of his cluttered desk.

Eager and almost stumbling in your haste, you bound towards him, your footsteps echoing throughout the studio. The swivel chair creaks ever so slightly as you launch yourself into his lap, an exclamation escaping your lips.

“Hi, oof-” He huffs when you jump into his lap, arms wrapping around his muscular back as you sigh in relief.

Jungkook smiles at you affectionately, his face illuminated with a soft glow from his monitor that he had been previously focused on, but your sudden arrival was a much better thing to concentrate on at this point.

“Hi pretty girl,” He greets you properly this time, his own arms wrapping around your smaller body as he chuckles at your playful behaviour.

“Did you have fun? You’re all dressed up,” Your boyfriend takes notice of the flowy dress you’re wearing, the light makeup you had put on and how your hair had been parted half up half down. Jungkook thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, the sight of you all dolled up does things to his heart.

“Yeah, me and Chaeyong went to a cafe, but goddamn the coffee was not worth it,” You begin to ramble on about the aesthetic looking cafe, filled with cute little plants and flowers and even a cat, and Jungkook listens attentively, watching your expression switch each time you talk.

“And she helped me take pictures for my Instagram too,” You tell him, arms wrapping around his neck as you touch your nose with his for a split second.

“Yeah? Show me them,” He muses, waiting for you to retrieve your phone from the bag that had been hastily thrown onto his couch in the studio, right before you had launched yourself onto him.

“Later,” A whine pulls from your throat as you inch closer to him, if that was even possible, your legs hanging from either side of his thighs as you straddle his lap, “I missed you so much,”

“Missed you too baby,” He mumbles against your lip as you lean down to kiss him, a little more desperate than usual.

Jungkook bites onto your bottom lip mid-kiss, making you part your lips with a soft gasp in surprise, he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in, hands reaching to hold the back of your neck.

You feel the heat rushing down, it’s been a week since you had last kissed Jungkook, a week since you’ve been in physical contact with him. At this point you’re so desperate for him you don’t try to hide it, softly grinding against his growing bulge under his jeans, making the man under you groan.

“Such a little minx,” His hands fall down to slip under the hem of your dress, stroking your thighs gently as you whine into the kiss.

“Need you,” You’re panting against his lips, desperate for him to do something, anything, you’ll take anything at this point, “Please,”

“Yeah? Tell me what you want baby,” He squeezes your waist, doing nothing but sitting there with a stupid grin while you rut against him desperately, slick soaking through your panties already.

“Kook,” Another whine escapes your mouth as you shamelessly let out a soft moan when you grind over a particular spot that rubs your sensitive clit. Fuck, you’re about to go crazy from all the teasing he’s doing.

“Tell me pretty girl, use your words,”

“Want to ride you,” You pant some more, head buried into his neck as you gasp when he shuffles a little under you.

You tug at his shirt, signaling for him to remove it as you remove your dress at the same time, exposing the CK underwear set he had bought you recently.

“Fuck, my pretty girl,” Jungkook might just be drooling at the sight in front of him, you’re insane for showing up to his studio and making him so desperate for you.

He slides a finger along your covered slit, hissing when the wet fabric touches his skin. You don’t give him time to comment on anything, crashing your lips back in his as you tug his pants and underwear off, making him do the same for you after.

“Let me stretch you out baby,” He whispers against your ear, hissing when your hand wraps around the base of his cock.

“No, ‘sokay, I just need you now,” Your whining at this point because all you want is Jungkook’s cock buried in your dripping cunt, but he’s been purposefully riling you up and teasing you so much, you’ll take matters into your own hands.

He gives you an amused smile, clearly entertained by this new side of you, desperate for his touch.

You angle his cock towards your slit as you slowly sink down, gasps coming from both of your mouths.

“Fuck- So tight-” Jungkook grits through his teeth, hands finding their way to your bare ass as he gives it a tight squeeze, before reaching back up to unclasp your bra.

You support your weight by pressing your palms against his bare chest, moving upwards before sinking back down on his cock, moans from the both of you sounding throughout his studio, but thank goodness for his soundproof walls, or the both of you would have been caught by now.

“Baby, please, more,” Jungkook coos at you in a whiny state, his own cock throbbing as your hole clenches around it over and over again.

He lifts the both of you up, shoves your bag away before placing you down on the couch, his much larger body now hovering over yours.

“Hnnghh!” A muffled moan emits from you as Jungkook ruts into your soaking pussy, head lowering down to kiss you deeply. Your sensations are all over the place, body sensitive and overstimulated from not having any action for the past week.

“Yeah? Good baby?” He whispers, making you nod in response. Jungkook watches in awe as your eyes roll back at a particular thrust, your hair forming a halo around your head, lips swollen as you take all of him.

“S-So good, so fucking good, I love you-” You’re a mess, stuttering over your words as your boyfriend fucks you into oblivion, his cock thrusting into that sensitive spot inside you that makes your thighs shake in pleasure.

“I love you,” He kisses down the valley of your breasts, thrusts increasing in speed as the both of you reach closer to your climax. Jungkook’s moans get louder, his groans more throaty as his eyebrows furrow.

“So close, so close, please! Hah-” You think you’re drooling right now, he’s hitting all the right spots, making your vision go blurry as you’re overwhelmed with pleasure.

With one particular harsh thrust, he lets out a guttural groan from above you as the both of your climax, his warm seed shooting into your pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” Jungkook’s almost whining as he ruts into you, desperate pants leave his mouth as his thrusts slow down, pulling out, his body collapsing on top of you as he catches his breath.

“Shit, you’re insane,” He pants, head burying into your neck as you giggle at his hair that tickles your skin slightly, “Did so well for me baby, so good,”

“Feel so good, missed you,” You whisper, hands roaming his back as you soothe the scratches from your sharp nails that painted his back.

“And your cock,” You add on, making Jungkook snort above you.

“Couldn’t tell at all baby,” He muses, lifting his head to peck your cheek, then the corner of your lips. “We need to clean up,” He sighs, watching some of his cum slowly drip out, threatening to fall onto his couch.

You let Jungkook get off you, watching as he quickly fetches the wet wipes that he keeps on his desk, gently cleaning you up as he peppers kisses to your stomach.

“Best welcome back present I’ve received to be honest, 10/10,” He teases you as he hands back your clothes, helping you put them back on.

“What about that time when I literally surprised you with a cake?” You nudge his bare shoulder, a faux frown plastered on your face.

“Baby, the cake was half raw, we both had food poisoning for a week after that,” He taunts you, making you gasp dramatically.

“It’s the thought that counts! You try to make a cake from scratch then!”

“Deal, I’ll bake you a cake tonight, watch out, because I’ve been watching a ton of Nailed It!” He tells you, pulling his shirt over his head to put it back on.

Jungkook does indeed bake the best tasting cake you’ve ever eaten in your life, proving your point wrong.

[seokminfilm]

baby girl | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x fem!reader

warnings: non-idol au, boyfriend!seokmin, hurt/fluff fic, reader is implied to be female (mentions of menstrual cycles), period cramps, kissing, just a feel-good fic with seokmin taking care of you

"Seokmin." You whisper, curled in on yourself as you shuffle under the duvet. The quiet hum of the air conditoning in your room and Seokmin's heavy breathing mix to become one, and you wait for an answer, sadly, with no response.

The moon hangs overhead in the darkened sky, and you glance at the analogue clock on your bedside table: the screen reads 2:52 a.m., and you whimper as another dull pain hits your abdomen.

This was the time you were dreading—your menstrual cycle was always one of the worst times of your month, and you were craving your boyfriend's touch even more than usual. 

"Minnie," You moan, curling in on yourself as a wave of nausea hits you; pushing yourself, you turn around on the bed, tapping Seokmin's bare back as you snake your hands around his bare upper body. Seokmin snuggles into your front side, sighing as he steadies his breathing again.

The warmth of his body eases your cramps a bit, but it's not enough, and you tap him again as you whimper at the feeling stirring in your abdomen. "Minnie?" You question, and Seokmin finally snaps awake, eyelashes fluttering against his skin as he sits up, turning on the lamp on the bedside table.

He turns to look back at you, and you can swear you see his heart break when he meets your gaze: he knows how much pain you go through during this time, and it hurts him to see you like this—puffy eyes and a shivering frame stare back at Seokmin, and he runs a hand through his damp hair, pulling you into his chest.

"Ah, baby, I'm so sorry." Seokmin hums deeply, voice still rough from disuse. You sniffle in his muscled arm, and he stares at you with affection in his eyes as he pushes back your hair which was clumped together by your salt-filled tears.

"I don't feel good, Seokmin," You mumble, and he places a hand to your head, noticing the warmth spreading to his hand. He juts his bottom lip out, pouting as he stands from the bed and shuffles to the closet.

He brings the heating pad to your side of the bed, plugging it in and turning it on as he hands it to you. Two blankets land softly on top of you, and you sigh at the weight on your body. Seokmin smiles at your face now buried under the covers, chuckling as he turns on the fairy lights lining your shared room. 

"Do you want some water, baby girl?" He asks, and you nod, burying your face deeper into the blankets. 

"Yes, please. Can it be cold too?"

Seokmin frowns, walking up to you as he presses a small and chaste kiss to your burning forehead.

"Of course, baby girl. You don't even have to ask for cold water, I hope you know that," He scolds, and slips on a jacket as he cracks open the door and peers into the dark hallway, slipping into the darkness as the creak of the stairs proves his descent to the kitchen. The dim light in the room is comfortable, and you take Seokmin's side of the duvet into your hands, practically humming in his scent. It's calming to you, and it distracts you from the dull pain in your lower body.

Shuffling comes through the door after a few minutes of silence, and it closes seconds after as Seokmin hands you a mug of water, small, starshaped ice cubes and straw sticking from the lip of the mug.

"Drink it quickly, okay?" He questions, and you nod, doing as you're told before handing him the cup as he turns off the lamp and puts the two of you in complete darkness.

"Thank you, Minnie." You hum, grabbing his hand as you pull him under the blankets with you. He chuckles as you feel up and down his muscled arms, and sighs in contentment as you do that thing he thought was the cutest thing in the world: grabbing his wrists and placing his arms around your abdomen.

"Can you hug me tighter? It eases the pain a lot." You frown, and Seokmin scoots closer to your back, squeezing you comfortably as he kisses the shell of your ear.

"Is that better?" He asks, voice cute as he buries his face in your collarbone. You giggle at the feeling of his defined nose on your bare skin, and you nod, hands still on his as he peppers your shoulder with kisses.

"I'm sorry for waking you up, Seok. I didn't mean to disrupt your sleep." You sigh, and Seokmin shakes his head, lips spreading into a sheepish smile as he places another kiss to your bare skin. 

"That's why I'm here. I'm your boyfriend after all. I want you to feel okay at all times, and I'll be more than happy to help you if that's what you need. I want to be your home." He hums as the two of you lapse into silence.

"You are my home, Seokmin. Plus—we live together." You giggle, and he blushes, laughing with you anyways. "Shush and let me take care of you," He teases, and you nod, falling quiet as the two of you exchange small talk, gossip, and whispers as if the two of you are teenage girls at a slumber party.

After a few minutes of talking—probably almost 45 in reality—your eyelids become heavy, and Seokmin notices this, pushing the blankets farther up under your chin as he presses his front side into you.

A smile graces his features as he hears your little snores, and he can't resist giving you a small kiss on your lips. You smile slightly at the feeling of his soft lips on your, and he can't help but blush at your little smirk, drifting away with his thoughts on you.

[chaenniz]

hello! i recently saw the nwjs kiss reaction thing (ans it was so good huhuhu), is it okay to request the same for lsrfm? thank you!

LE SSERAFIM X READER ;; how they’d react if you were a great kisser

A/N i'm craving a half cheese half pork corndog 😪 genre ;; fluff

sakura miyawaki

sakura knew that pursuing her dreams of becoming an idol would be extremely tough. the toughest part though? losing contact with you.

throughout her years with hkt48 and akb48 sakura was able to keep in frequent contact with you, her childhood best friend.

however, things took a turn when she had debuted in iz*one, as the group slowly started skyrocket in fame.

sadly, this meant that sakura’s schedule was getting more and more packed with each passing moment. no matter how hard she tried to keep in touch with you, the feeling of exhaustion would win after 18 hours of promotions and shooting.

when iz*one disbanded, you were the first to call her, asking her how she was. from there, things had started to pick up again, you even encouraged her to try out for hybe’s latest girl group, now le sserafim.

a couple months after the hugely successful debut of le sserafim, they announced they would be holding a fansign in seoul.

so there you were, nervously waiting in line as the next person was called up for the fansign. you were disguised, wearing a dark outfit with a black mask and black hat. you wanted to surprise to sakura, having flown from japan and learning some korean.

eventually, it was your turn and you nervously walked up to the first person. eunchae, you knew her as the maknae of the group, she was a little shy at first, but was comfortable to be around.

next was yunjin, the american of the group. you were able to converse to her about your experiences in america, finding that you both got along pretty well.

third was chaewon, le sserafim’s leader. having overheard your conversation with yunjin, she follows up by asking if you’ve been anywhere else. that’s how the topic of languages and travelling was brought up between the two of you. similarly to yunjin, you both got along pretty well.

penultimately was kazuha, 1/2 of the j-line in le sserafim. you surprised her by greeting her in japanese, to which she replied happily to as well in japanese. you both talked about the differences here in korea than in japan, once again getting along with the le sserafim member.

finally, you had reached sakura. you took your seat in front of her, greeting her stiffly. sakura was a little thrown off, but greeted back nonetheless. before saying anything else, you remove your hat and mask.

since you kept your hat and mask on for the other members, they were curious as to what you looked like. they couldn’t help but sneak a peek towards you, and god, you were stunning.

you had grown more mature since the last time sakura’s seen you. after almost a decade, you had gotten taller, almost reaching 5’10. your cheeks not as puffed up and chubby as they were when you were still kids. your entire body definition was definitely more prominent and leaner now too.

sakura was the most surprised though, “y/n? is that really you?” she asks, a bit shocked.

“in the flesh.” you respond, grinning.

you and sakura enjoy your time catching up with each other, sadly the 5 minute timer interrupting your lovely conversation.

before you stand up to leave however, sakura asks for you to head to the back area and wait, already receiving the go ahead from staff and management after pleading for a little while.

you go towards where sakura told you to wait. almost an hour later, you were enveloped in a bone crushing hug.

“you should’ve told me you were coming!” sakura exclaims.

you shrug, “an element of surprise never hurt anybody.”

the other members ask how you two know each other. you and sakura explaining everything to them. after getting acquainted with the other members some more, sakura does something you never expect.

she cups your cheeks with her two hands and kisses you. although surprised, you respond back. the two of your lips moving in perfect synchrony, and her lips even better than you imagined.

you pull away first, feeling a little out of breath, as did sakura.

wow, was all the two of you could think after that spontaneous kiss.

kim chaewon

chaewon has never thought of herself as a great cook, but it’s the thought that counts right?

you had just come home from the dance studio, telling the girls that you’d be staying to practice more so you’d be home a bit later than them.

as you unlocked the door into your shared dorm with chaewon and eunchae, you set down your bag and lazily took off your shoes, tired from the extra practice.

you lock the door behind you before picking up your bag and walking through the hallway. at some point during your walk however, your nose picks up on the very faint scent of something burnt.

worriedly, you hurried into the kitchen, only to find chaewon trying to cook what seemed like kimchi-jeon.

you wrap your arms from behind her, causing chaewon to startle a little. she soon embraces your touch after, realizing it was only you.

“what happened?” you chuckle.

“…i don’t know” she answers truthfully, a faint blush evident on the tips of her ears from embarrassment.

“i’m assuming eunchae’s asleep?” you ask, your eyes forming into a crescent shape.

chaewon turns off the burner and sets the pan onto a different grate before finally facing you. “yes, she wanted to stay up though and greet you”

your eyes flickered back and forth from your girlfriend, and to the burnt kimchi-jeon on the stove. “i’m sorry i-“ before chaewon could finish her sentence you cut her off with a kiss.

the kiss wasn’t like your heavy make-out kisses that usually led one thing to another, this kiss was slow and filled with love.

chaewon lets out a small gasp, touching her lips as the two of you separated. “don’t be sorry jagi, i love that you did this for me” you grinned.

chaewon answers back with a smile that reaches her eyes, “let’s order takeout?”

you both laughed at the situation as you kissed chaewon once again.

huh yunjin

despite being one of her school’s “it girls” yunjin has never actually kissed someone, a little help never hurt anybody right?

yunjin screamed into your pillowcase before shooting back up towards you, “am i doomed, y/n?”

you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh towards your best friends over-exaggeration. “yunjin, don’t worry about it, not having your first kiss yet is pretty common these days.”

your best friend rolled her eyes at you, “you don’t get it y/n! what if i finally get the chance to kiss someone and i completely suck at it!”

“i’m sure you won’t” you reply, “anybody would be blessed to have been kissed by you…” you mutter the last part.

“what was that?” yunjin asks, not properly hearing you the first time.

“its nothing, don’t worry” you respond quietly.

yunjin raises a brow at you before furrowing them once again. after a few minutes in silence, she finally raises her voice to ask a question.

“y/n, can you help me practice?” yunjin asks.

“help practice with what?” you ask, a bit confused.

“kissing, duh” yunjin answers, as if it was the easiest question in the world.

your brain crashed, yunjin wanted you to help her practice kissing?

“w-wouldn’t i be taking your first kiss?” you respond, still a little surprised.

“i’m okay with that” she grins widely.

your brain crashes for the second time before quickly rebooting itself when you notice yunjin patiently waiting for your answer.

“…alright, come here” you motioned for her to come closer.

yunjin shuffled across your bed, now directly in front of you without much space between you two left.

“just follow my lead, okay?” you told yunjin, to which she nods.

you lift yunjin’s chin as you press your lips onto hers. you attempt to deepen the kiss, which she allows. the two of your lips moved in synchrony.

you broke off the kiss after you felt yunjin start to run out of breath. butterflies swarmed you stomach, and unknowingly to you, yunjins as well.

“how was that?” you ask, a little unsure.

“let’s try that again.” yunjin answers, a little too quickly.

kazuha

kazuha loved ballet with all her heart, but ballet could never compare to you.

having started ballet at 3 years old and continuing on until the present, it was no surprise that the university personally hand-picked kazuha to represent their school in a nation-wide ballet competition.

anyone with a pair of eyes, and at least one braincell can tell that kazuha is incomparable and in a league of her own when it came to her favourite activity.

kazuha was grateful for this opportunity of course, being carefully chosen out of the many people who could have competed brought her a sense of pride, even if she wasn’t entirely vocal about it.

although it’s no surprise that tough times were to be expected. kazuha laid flat against the dance room’s wall, chugging down a water bottle.

kazuha’s chest rose up and down unsteadily. lungs absolutely worked out from her over-the-top, but still awe-striking performance.

you took a seat beside kazuha, “you’re amazing, zuha”

kazuha shifted her gaze from the mirror to you, who came from her blindspot.

“y/n? i thought you went home already?” kazuha asks.

“i’ve barely seen you today” you pouted, “besides, what kind of girlfriend would i be if i didn’t support you every step of the way” a smile gracing both parties.

“you’re such a sap” kazuha starts grinning as well

“my words are only meant for you to hear, kang juha” you beam teasingly.

you leaned in for a kiss to which kazuha reciprocates immediately.

kazuha's lips were oh so soft and felt like they were made to kiss you and you only. the tingling sparks of electricity that stemmed all the way back from you and kazuha’s first kiss never left, if anything, probably heightened.

kazuha pulls away first, “the full government name? really?” she grins.

“i've gotta enjoy it while it lasts,” you return her smile. kazuha looks utterly confused however, tilting her head to signify that.

“because either you’ll be taking my last name or i’ll be taking yours pretty damn soon”

hong eunchae

hiding things from her four protective unnies was a harder task than eunchae thought.

being born just a couple days before eunchae meant that you were treated and coddled by the other members the same as her.

to le sserafim, you and eunchae were their two babies, and that meant restrictions on a lot of things.

one of which, and most prominently, was the no dating rule. let alone even a tiny crush.

but of course, rules were made to be broken. that’s how you found yourself in eunchae’s room instead of your own after a particularly draining day of schedules.

“baby, come closer, i wanna cuddle” you ask, currently underneath a thick blanket with eunchae on her double sized bed.

eunchae happily obliges, patting her shoulder so that you can rest your head on it. underneath the blanket, her fingers intertwining with yours.

you listen to eunchae talk about her day, despite having spent it together, it was always entertaining to see things from her point of view.

during nights like these, the two of you would talk about anything and everything that came into your mind, a big reason as to why eunchae fell for you so hard.

“are you sure you’re not tired?” you question.

eunchae shakes her head no, her gaze catching onto yours.

“that’s weird, you’ve been running through my mind all day though” your lips tug into a familiar gummy smile.

eunchae blushed at your pick-up line and you hum in response, enjoying her response to it. “maybe i should kiss you to make you shut up” eunchae suggests out loud, as if thinking to herself. her eyes forming crescent shapes.

a teasing smile plastered onto your face again, you start sputtering out some of the most random things. a thought dump, if you will.

eunchae takes it upon herself to press her lips against yours. the kiss was innocent and sweet, accompanied with the perfect rhythm between the two of you.

you both pull apart contentedly, foreheads resting against each other.

“well that was effective” she jokes.

you glanced over to her digital clock, ‘1:04 AM’, it read. knowing that the two of you had a schedule at 6 AM when you both woke up, you ushered for the two of you to fall asleep. just one problem, you both had forgotten to set an alarm.

that’s how the le sserafim unnies found the two of you cuddling underneath your thick blankets 15 minutes before you were all set to leave.

after waking the two of you up, and getting dressed hurriedly. the unnies wouln’t stop teasing the two of you the entire car ride to the set.

i feel like the sakura one was super long, i’m sorry 😭😭

[httpseungmxn]

Dirty Little Secret

Idol!Choi Yeonjun X Female Reader

🍰 - smutty 

Authors Note: Welcome in Angels! The wait is over, the yeonjun fic is finally here for you all! I’m sorry for it taking so long, I’ve had terrible writers block and literally spent hours rewriting this fic over and over again :( but it is finally here! I hope you all can enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3

Warnings: oral(f receiving), sloppy makeout, spit swapping, tit groping, use of the nicknames “babygirl” and “gorgeous”, yeonjun is like a glorified sugar daddy but they’re in a very serious relationship --- MDNI PLEASE OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED !

Triggers: none as far as im aware 

If you had known how this trip to the mall with yeonjun was going to go, you wouldn't have let him take you. You would've stayed at home with him and done something fun there instead.

However you didn't, and because of this you were almost banned from the Mall forever. How exactly did you get yourself in such a circumstance? Choi Yeonjun.

Yeonjun was a huge spoiler. He was constantly getting his girl whatever she wanted. Even things she had just tapped on online to look at. Within days it would be waiting on your doorstep in a pretty little box with a letter from him.

This usually happened when he was away on tour or away at the studio. Whenever he was home with you, you were constantly being taken out and spoiled all over town.

His favorite places to take you were lingerie stores and unique stores you had never been to before. To which he'd buy you everything you gave extra attention to.

Today was a day unlike any other. Yeonjun had just gotten home from tour and after being forced by you to rest at home for a while, he was ready to take you out. He wanted to buy you a brand new outfit for your date later tonight.

All was going well, until he set eyes on a lingerie store that had just opened up while he was away in the states. All thoughts of getting you a new outfit were erased from his mind as he lead you into the new store.

Choi Yeonjun had no shame when it came to lingerie stores and his girlfriend. He didn't care at all if fans caught sight of him or if paparazzi were passing by taking a photo. Though it was very unlikely due to the fact that paparazzi had no idea where the young couple lived.

You let him take the lead with picking out the sets for you to try on for him. Knowing that he always picked out the most prettiest outfits for his girl.

Once an armful was gathered for you to try on, you were sent into the dressing room. You didn't feel quite comfortable walking out of the room with each set on to model, so instead you opted to sending him photos.

That just wasn't enough for Yeonjun. Looking over each photo you sent him, taking in every single detail and approving the ones he liked. Though one thing caught his attention when you got to the fourth set. There was a bench behind you completely unoccupied but it seemed like it could be a tight squeeze.

Yeonjun was up for the challenge. Glancing around to see if anyone was watching as he flung open the door. Quickly covering his girlfriend's mouth as she began to complain and forcing himself inside with her.

The smirk he gave you once he was finally in and looking you over was quick to send a shiver down your spine. He only looked at you like that when he craved you. And boy did he crave you.

You had no time to complain about the tight squeeze before Yeonjun was crashing his plump lips to yours. Tongue hungrily entering your mouth and exploring. Teeth clashing together as he tried to force your mouths as close together as they could get. 

Biting down gently on your bottom lip and staring into your eyes, yeonjun smirked at the lust in your eyes. It had been a while since he had gotten to kiss you like that and he wanted more.

Letting out a soft gasp when his lips pressed back to yours as his left hand grabbed at your tit. Groping it harshly while trailing his lips down to your neck. Hand slowly trailing from your chest to your pussy.

“ you're so wet baby girl. ”. Those words had you turning bright red and seeing stars already. Turning your head away just to look back to him when he slowly went down on his knees.

Lifting your right leg over his shoulder to see your pussy better in the open crotch panties. This was definitely his favorite of the group and would most certainly be going home with you.

Quickly covering your mouth when yeonjun's tongue first pressed to your pussy. Absolutely terrified of getting caught in this predicament, but the fear made you more wet.

Right hand coming down to rest on his head as you kept your mouth covered and watched him. He was staring right back up at you as his tongue began to flick back and forth against your pretty little clit.

Only pulling back to mutter the words, “ you taste so good, gorgeous. ”.

It would've seemed sweet and innocent if his tongue wasn't pushing into your hole slowly causing you to instinctively clench around it. 

It wasn't often that oral would happen between you and Yeonjun but whenever he went down on you, it was like you were on cloud nine.

His tongue always hit the best places and caused you to see stars without just mere minutes of eating you out.

Growing more frantic to taste all of you, Yeonjun thrusted his tongue as deep as he could get it. Nose brushing just right against your clit now. His eyes falling shut as he lost himself.

Your moans were growing harder to hide the more Yeonjun ate you out. You didn't want to get caught though so you kept it covered. Hand getting tangled in his hair. Your orgasm was fast approaching.

Panting softly as you began to grind just right against his tongue. His nose bumping your clit had you falling apart at the seams. Cumming around his tongue with a shrill scream that was covered up with your shirt sleeve in your mouth.

Feeling the sensitivity creep in as yeonjun made sure you were cleaned properly with his tongue before standing up with you. Admiring the work he made of that beautiful face of yours.

Both of you were sneaking out of the dressing room once you had gotten your normal clothes on. Discarding the other sets you had put on and keeping the one you had just cum in. On the way to the cash register, Yeonjun spoke a single sentence that had you brighter than a tomato.

“ Just wait until we get home. My tongue won't be the only thing you'll be cumming on today, baby girl. ”

You sure loved the sound of that.

Authors ending note; So what did my Angels think of this? I put extra work into this one since its my first TxT smut oneshot! Hopefully it turned out pretty good, yeah? The Lee Know fic will be next and then after that my Jin fic, I don’t quite know when I’ll have those out yet but I’ll keep you guys posted! Tell me what you guys think in the comments below and tell me if you want more TxT! See you in the next one, Angels 🫶

[sugarikiz]

kiss and make up

genre - fluff and a bit of angst at the start pairing - non idol! nishimura riki x reader tw - crying , kissing, reader is referred to as a girl, hurt (?), comfort reader is Said to be shorter than Niki! Lemme know if there’s more! (photos not mine!)

“Nishimura Riki! Why weren’t you picking up my calls? I got so worried about you! Which other girl were you with, huh?”, you said, annoyed and mad.

“Yn, baby, my phone was on silent, so I didn’t hear it ringing! I was getting a coffee and some stuff for you from that cafe that we both love, and after class ended, I never put my phone off silent, that’s it! And no, there is no other girl except you, do you really not trust me at all?!”

you went silent. Your overthinking and insecurities made you feel this way but there was no way you could tell him about those now, of all times. So you just kept silent, trying to blink away the tears of regret forming in your eyes.

Riki, noticing this, engulfs you in his embrace, his cologne’s scent enveloping you, letting you cry into his favourite hoodie. He pats your back as you sob into the crook of his hoodie, the height difference letting him weave his hand through your hair, soothing you as best as he could, but he didn’t know that his presence alone would have been enough for you to feel better. “Shhhh, it’s okay baby, I’m right here, you’re my one and only and the only girl in my life that I’ll love the way I do…” he whispers, his voice slowly calming you down.

He pulls out of the hug, wiping your tear stained cheeks with his thumb, softly tracing them. You look into each others eyes with a sparkle in them, showing how much he loves you and how much you love him as well.

He leans in, his lips interlocking with yours, lips moving against each other with a sort of passion that had you craving for more. You place your hand on his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to your body. You pull away, breathless, before going in again…

it was definitely safe to say that you were both the most down bad lovers the universe had ever seen, and it seems like it was always meant to be that way…

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[lynetianya]

The Comforting Embrace [ Ryujin X Reader ] 🔞

When Ryujin was tired and sought comfort in Y/N's arms, She couldn't hold back her lust to kiss Y/N.

GENRE : Smut 🔞

TYPE : One Shot

Ryujin had just finished another exhausting day of being a famous idol. Her bright eyes had dimmed after attending numerous events and dancing tirelessly on stage. She longed for the place she called home and, more importantly, she longed for Y/N.

Ryujin closed the door to her apartment gently, kicked off her shoes, and stepped inside. A soft, comforting aroma wafted from the kitchen, and she knew it was Y/N's handiwork. Y/N was someone who was always there for her, and Ryujin felt lucky to have them in her life.

With cautious steps, Ryujin sought out Y/N and found them on the couch, engrossed in a book. Y/N smiled upon seeing Ryujin, setting the book aside.

"Hey, you're home," Y/N said, their voice a soothing melody.

Ryujin rushed into Y/N's arms, wrapping them tightly around Y/N's. She buried her face into Y/N's shoulder.

"I missed you so much," Ryujin whispered, her voice filled with genuine affection.

Y/N's arms tightened around her, and they whispered back, "I missed you too."

In Y/N's embrace, Ryujin felt like she was in her sanctuary. It was the one place where she could truly be herself, away from the flashing cameras and screaming fans. Here, she was simply Ryujin, and Y/N cherished that part of her.

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, the silence speaking volumes. Ryujin's exhaustion slowly melted away, replaced by a profound sense of peace. Y/N's presence had that effect on her.

Then, she would nuzzle into the crook of y/n neck, her nose brushing against their skin. The scent of Y/N was intoxicating, a mix of their cologne and natural scent that was uniquely theirs. It was a scent that spoke of home, of comfort, of love. It was a scent that Ryujin craved, a scent that she couldn't get enough of.

She would take a deep breath, filling her lungs with their aroma. It was a scent that calmed her racing heart, that eased her tense muscles, that soothed her frazzled nerves. It was a scent that grounded her, that reminded her of who she was beneath the glitz and glamour of her idol life.

And then, she would press her lips to their neck, a soft, tender kiss that conveyed all her love, all her gratitude, all her affection. It was a kiss that spoke louder than words, a kiss that said 'I love you' in the most intimate way possible.

Y/N would respond by tightening their hold around her, their fingers gently stroking her back, their heartbeat a comforting rhythm against her ear. They would whisper words of love and encouragement, their voice a soothing balm to her tired soul.

This was their routine, their ritual, their moment. It was a moment that was just for them, a moment that was filled with love and comfort. It was a moment that Ryujin cherished, a moment that she wouldn't trade for anything else in the world.

Ryujin found themselves entangled in a web of desire. Their bodies pressed against each other, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

Y/N hands roamed Ryujin body, exploring every curve and contour, igniting a fire within her. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers down her spine. Ryujin couldn't resist the power Y/N held over her, surrendering herself to his dominant presence.

As they undressed, the room filled with an intoxicating blend of their musky scents and the sound of their heavy breathing. Ryujin heart raced in anticipation, her body throbbing with desire. Y/N eyes glimmered with a mix of lust and adoration as he gazed upon her.

With a commanding voice, Y/N whispered, "Who do you belong to, baby girl?" Ryujin voice trembled as she responded, "I belong to you." The words ignited a primal lust within Y/N, and guided Ryujin towards the bed, positioning her just the way he desired.

Their bodies merged in a dance of ecstasy, moving in perfect harmony. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust was an expression of their forbidden desires. Ryujin lost herself in the overwhelming pleasure, her body surrendering to the waves of ecstasy that washed over her.

"Uhmm~♡ Nn~♡ hah~♡"

When the long kiss was over, Ryujin expression became faint. As they kissed, lust on Ryujin body began to eat away at her, and the numbing pleasure began to melt away her reason.

”Hahh, nmm, Ah…♡ An…♡, Y/N.....”

Once again, Y/N kissed Ryujin again, leaving her helpless. Y/N tongue licked Ryujin lips. As Y/N did that, Ryujin tongue touches the tip of Y/N tongue, as if lured by Y/N tongue that moves invitingly. Ryujin tongue is played with by Y/N tongue, and they become entangled violently.

The next thing she knew, Ryujin hugs Y/N back and they were hugging each other. At this time, Y/N hand also stroking Ryujin shapely ass. And Ryujin felt good just being stroked. Naturally, Ryujin deep kisses were heated and pleasurable.

When the kiss ends and their lips slowly part, a string of saliva is drawn. Y/N, who had moved to the side of the bed during the kiss, quietly pushed Ryujin gently to the other side of the bed.

As her body in heat, Ryujin reasoning was not working properly, and she could not resist the atmosphere of Y/N. In addition, the pleasure of being desired by an attractive Y/N was consuming Ryujin.

Then, Y/N covered Ryujin and took her lips again.

"Hah…♡ slurp…♡”

Ryujin, who was completely captivated by the deep kiss, desperately wanted Y/N tongue. While kissing, Y/N didn’t forget to touch her beautiful breasts that fit in the palm of his hand. As Y/N did that, Ryujin sensitive body reacts to Y/N caresses and she feels it.

”Hhm~♡ Hya~♡ Ah~♡ Don’t~♡”

With a skilled technique, Y/N pulled off Ryujin bra and carefully caressed her nipples with his fingers. And just by this, Ryujin moaned with great pleasure. She feels too strong stimulation when her nipples on both breasts are being rubbed repeatedly with the thumb and forefinger. When Y/N pinched her nipples, Ryujin turned her body towards Y/N in pleasure.

”Hnnnn~�� not my nipples~♡ Ah~♡ Emmh~♡ Ahhhhh~♡”

Ryujin was engulfed in a wave of pleasure that was unthinkable under normal circumstances, and she climaxed, screaming uncontrollably.

It is impossible to think properly with thoughts that have been tainted by pleasure, and Y/N's caresses are driving Ryujin further and further into a corner.

Her secret parts were dripping with love juice, and her underwear was already wet. She could not help but let out a sweet moan when Y/N’s fingers rubbed her clitoris.

"I'm Cumingggg~♡, Ahhhh!♡"

After climaxed, Ryujin slumped down on the bed, her body weakening. Y/N then moves to give Ryujin even more pleasure without any effort on her side. He took off her panties, which he couldn’t resist, and ran his fingers over her stained panties, caressing the entrance to her wet pussy.

”Haa…♡ Hah…♡ Ah~♡ Noo…~♡”

Y/N lay down next to Ryujin and covered her mouth with a kiss.

”I’m going to insert it.”

”Okay~♡”

Y/n  cock is inserted through her slippery vaginal passage and deep into her vagina. Ryujin continued to look at the mirror, her back slumping in the thrill of the pleasure. Her face appeared in the mirror with the expression of a happy woman.

"Ahh~♡ Ahh~♡ its so deep~ i'm melting~♡"

”Let's have fun all night long Ryujin~”

”Uh~… ♡ That’s~… ♡”

Ryujin body trembled with joy as Y/N whispered to her ear.

”Ah~ ♡ Ah~ ♡ Nn~ ♡ Oh~ ♡ It feels so good… ♡”

After being pushed down on the desk, Ryujin who had been made to climax inside by Y/N, is being violated again in a different position.

All clothing has been removed when changing positions, and Ryujin is now completely naked. Y/N also stripped off all his clothes and was naked.

She grabbed the edge of the desk with both hands and thrust her hips toward Y/N, who shook her own hips with a lustful expression.

”I love the way you show a slut face Ryujin…”　

”Please don’t look at me… ♡ Huh~… ♡ Nn~ ♡ My nipples~ ♡ No~ ♡”

Y/N is having s*x with Ryujin as they both look at her in the mirror.

Every time Y/N thrusts up from behind, Ryujin rich breasts shake violently with each thrust. When Y/N fingers pinched Ryujin nipples, her vagina tightened up and felt even better.

Ryujin was also excited by her own naughty behavior.

”You can see what a naughty girl you are, don’t you? Shaking your hips by yourself…”

”Because… ♡ My vagina… ♡ Is aching… ♡ Ah~ ♡ There… ♡ That place… ♡”

”You like it here, don’t you? That’s you weak point Ryujin”

If Y/N pushes up the inside of the vagina with his p*nis, Ryujin will lean back and lightly climax while drooling from her mouth.

Y/N p*nis seems to know every part of Ryujin that feels good, and leads her to climax again and again. Ryujin is now a prisoner of Y/N big p*nis.

”I’m going to ejaculate again… do as I taught you earlier.”

”Yes… ♡ Yes… ♡ Oh, I’m cumming… ♡ Cummmmmmmingggg… ♡♡♡”

Y/N gives a last spurt.

The room is filled with the sound of hips slapping against each other and the nasty sound of water splashing. Ryujin also shakes her hips madly in search of a deep climax, hoping to get Y/N p*nis to plunge her deepest.

The p*nis thrusts in as if to gouge, and ejaculation begins. The heat of the semen was so strong that Ryujin head went blank as she climaxed.

She turned around as she had been taught and kissed Y/N on the lips. It was a great feeling to ejaculate into her vagina while kissing her deeply and feeling she had been conquered.

”Chuu~♡ Hah… ♡ Hah… ♡”

Ryujin slowly pulled her tongue away. Ryujin was still immersed in the afterglow of her climax, but the p*nis that Y/N had inserted was still hard.

Ryujin vagina tightens on its own as she continues to seek semen despite her climax, and she feels Y/N bottomless energy.

It’s amazing… ♡ It doesn’t wither at all even if he cum twice… ♡ Ryujin stares at Y/N with an entranced look on her face…

Ryujin body is still in heat from Y/N p*nis touch. She is stuck in an endless loop where she climaxes and then immediately goes into heat.

”Next, we will do it on bed”

When the p*nis is pulled out, Ryujin looks at Y/N as if it’s not enough. Y/N pulled Ryujin hand and went to the bed and lay down on his back.

Y/N p*nis had never wilted. Ryujin straddled Y/N waist as if lured by his attractive p*nis.

Ryujin thoughts were already occupied with the idea of feeling good.

”Ahhhh…♡ Y/N…♡ This position…♡ It’s so deep…♡”

Y/N put his hands on Ryujin hips, who reported her pleasure in a lusty voice.

”You can move as you like. You’ll feel good.”

”Yes… ♡ Ah~ ♡ Ah~ ♡ Good~ ♡ It feels so good~ ♡”

Ryujin began to move her hips up and down as Y/N told her to.

She changed the angle and moved her hips again and again to find the most comfortable spot. Ryujin breasts swayed boldly as she moved her hips up and down.

Y/N p*nis became more and more aroused by the spectacular view.

”It’s an amazing sight… too erotic”

”Don’t look at me… ♡ Please don’t look at me…♡♡”

Ryujin vagina tightens up as she feels Y/N gaze on her.

But Ryujin arms are still down and her breasts are swaying as if to say, “Look at me more!”

Y/N stopped trying to hold back his ejaculation at the sight of this nasty sight.

”Ah~ ♡♡ It’s coming out~ ♡♡ Inside me~ ♡♡”

Ryujin also climaxed while feeling the ejaculation deep inside her vagina as she pushed her hips against Y/N. She leans her body back, but when her climax subsides, she weakens and rests her upper body on Y/N chest.

While pressing her large breasts together, she kissed Y/N as if she were enjoying the aftermath.

Finally, Ryujin pulled back slightly, gazing into Y/N's face with a soft smile. "You have no idea how much I needed this, Y/N."

Y/N returned the smile, their eyes filled with warmth. "I'm always here for you love. You know that."

Ryujin leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on Y/N's lips, savoring the taste of their love. It was a simple gesture, but it conveyed all the emotions she couldn't put into words. Y/N responded with equal tenderness, and in that kiss, they shared their unspoken affection.

Over a cozy dinner prepared by Y/N, they talked about their day. Ryujin shared stories from her hectic schedule, and Y/N listened attentively, offering words of encouragement and empathy. Y/N's unwavering support was like a balm to Ryujin's weary heart.

As the night deepened, they moved to the living room, where Y/N had set up a movie for them to watch. They cuddled on the couch, wrapped in a warm blanket, and Ryujin rested her head on Y/N's shoulder.

The movie played in the background, but Ryujin found herself lost in thought. She traced patterns on Y/N's hand with her fingers, contemplating the depth of her feelings. Ryujin knew she was incredibly fortunate to have Y/N by her side, providing solace in the chaos of her celebrity life.

As the movie credits rolled, Ryujin turned to Y/N and whispered, "Y/N"

Y/N turned to face her, their expression curious yet filled with affection. "What is it?"

Ryujin took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I love you. More than I can express."

Y/N's eyes softened, and they leaned in, capturing Ryujin's lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of shared emotions, of love that transcended words.

"I love you too." Y/N whispered against her lips, sealing their love with another kiss.

In that moment, words were unnecessary. Ryujin and Y/N understood each other on a level that went beyond language. Their love was a sanctuary, a refuge from the world, and it was something they cherished deeply.

Ryujin's life as an idol continued to be demanding, but with Y/N by her side, she faced each day with renewed strength. Their love remained a constant source of comfort, and no matter how tired or stressed Ryujin was, Y/N was always there to hold her, to kiss away her worries, and to remind her that she was loved unconditionally.

END

My Masterlist

[changbunnies]

Crave, Part 3 (18+)

♡ Pairing: Romantic Demon!Hyunjin x Plus Size Human Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: supernatural au, demon au, age gap relationship typical in monster fucker fics, the porn with plot you've been waiting for is finally here!

♡ Word Count: 6.4k

♡ Summary: "The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain." - Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy. In which Hyunjin, a demon from the nine circles of hell, finds himself impossibly infatuated with the very human he once set upon himself to destroy.

♡ Warnings: please read the previous parts before reading this installment <3, part 1, part 2, supernatural abilities, some possessiveness, references to hyunjin's true appearance as a demon, references to vampires and spiders, not much else for this part!

♡ Smut Warnings (contains spoilers): some wine drinking (neither reader or hyunjin are drunk), pet names (my love, lovely, baby, gendered language such as "silly girl"), scent stuff ?? (hyunjin has a heightened sense of smell as a demon so. yeah.) dom/sub dynamics, pleasure dom hyunjin (we cheered!), kink exploration and establishing limits + safe words, lots of kissing (per my standard), some nipple play, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), marking + biting + choking but make it Soft™, some crying, multiple orgasms, intended to be overall very romantic!

♡ Notes: here we go, the smut i'm sure most, if not all, of you have been waiting for <3 i usually keep body descriptions pretty neutral so anyone can enjoy but as a big girlie irl i wanted to be a lil self indulgent this time around, i hope those of you who don't fit this description don't mind :') happy reading!

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

Dating Hwang Hyunjin is like a fairytale you thought only existed in the imaginations of young girls that had not yet experienced the disappointment of reality. You imagined he'd be a perfect lover, but you truly hadn't anticipated just how accurate your interpretation of him would end up being. 

He took you on more dates than you could count on your fingers- museums and exhibits, to restaurants you'd never find on your own with delicious menus, on picnics with the scenic views of the city, of nature, or the setting sun, staying until stars hung in the sky and your only illumination was the vibrant moon shining on just the two of you. You learned that he was a reader of classic literature, with an impressive knowledge of romantic poetry and novellas, often able to recite the most beautiful lines you'd ever heard straight from his own memory. 

When he took you to museums, you learned more from Hyunjin himself than the tour guide, and truly it seemed like he was an encyclopedia for all things creative, classic, and romantic in nature. He was multilingual, which you knew from his resume, but to actually hear him recite something in latin with ease was something else entirely; it was if it came naturally to him, like it wasn't technically a dead language, and you almost couldn't believe it was just an extra class he took in college for fun.

He endlessly impressed you- with his beauty, his intelligence, his attentiveness, his.. everything, really. And he never let you feel inferior to him, always assured you how happy he was that you were his girlfriend beyond just taking you out on dates throughout the city. He bought you many, many gifts- clothes that always fit you perfectly that not only suited your tastes but that he thought you'd look beautiful in. Sweet treats, often your favorites but other times just slightly outside your usual comfort zone, just enough to get you to try something new to fall in love with the taste of. 

Stuffed teddy bears or other cute animals meant to remind you of him, jewelry that was sometimes dainty and meant to be office appropriate (in which he'd have the brightest smile seeing you come into work wearing it) and other times lavish, extravagant pieces that somehow were always stunning without being tacky or garish. If he brought you a necklace or bracelet before a date, he'd help you put it on, smiling when it fit you perfectly and complimented your skin tone, always touching you softly and showering you with compliments.

And while acts of service were clearly a huge love language of his, it wasn't like Hyunjin just showered you with gifts and fun dates and expected that to be enough (which would be valid if it was enough for some people, but you want more than that! You value emotional connection!) He always made time for you outside of the office or promised dates, coming to your apartment anytime you asked just to spend time with you. 

He always listened to you so attentively, genuinely interested in things you liked, and listened to your input when it came to what to do for you next date. He listened to your thoughts and ideas, let you vent if you were having a hard day, hugged you sweetly if you needed reassurance or were feeling stressed. He'd spend hours on the couch with you watching movies if that's what you wanted to do that day, and he always paid undivided attention to you or what you were doing together, never pulling out his phone or mentally checking out even once. 

Everyday with Hyunjin feels like it's Valentine's Day- and honestly you can't even imagine what he'll do when an actual romantic holiday or your anniversary rolls around when he's already so perfect to you. Even months into your relationship he still holds open doors for you, still carries anything that at all seems slightly heavy, still dotes on you as if he still has to prove he's a gentleman (when you clearly already know he is.) 

You honestly can't express enough how perfect Hyunjin is, and how much you appreciate the relationship you now have, but.. well, if you're being honest there is one problem. Nothing major, of course, just.. You think you're going to explode if he doesn't fuck you soon, or at least touch you somewhere less than polite.

The first time he kissed you, after your third date and you were certain things were going well, you felt those infamous sparks other people talk about- like every cell in your body was gunpowder and it had just been ignited. You became addicted to kissing him after that, always seeking out his plush, soft and perfect lips, even if it was just for a quick peck to satiate you until later. 

You made out for the first time just under a month ago, and that spark turned into a full on blaze, hot and raging and dangerously close to burning out of control. You wanted him so bad, more than you ever imagined you'd want someone; it was almost sad to say your past relationships and attractions paled in comparison to how Hyunjin ignited your deeply hidden passionate side. 

Still, Hyunjin hadn't touched you intimately yet, and while you suspected it's because he's a gentleman waiting for the right sign or explicit, worded permission, you were going crazy inside. You don't know if you even have it in you to make the first move, truthfully; you feel almost.. intimidated? Whenever you think about it, your mind always travels to how effortless and beautiful he is, and despite how much he shows you that he wants you as his girlfriend, you are admittedly still struggling with thoughts of your own desirability.

It almost makes you feel ashamed despite how natural a feeling it is. You know you should be confident, but it's not something that just comes to you just because you know objectively you're worthy; knowing it and feeling it are different things entirely. You wish you could just pull it together with a snap of your fingers; like c'mon Y/N, you're a beautiful woman who holds an impressive leadership position, who graduated with high honors and has more than enough to show for it! Why wouldn't Hyunjin want you? You're a catch! 

You sigh, setting down the knife you were using to cut the veggies for tonight's dinner with Hyunjin, closing your eyes to collect yourself for a moment. Isn't it a bit pathetic for you to be reduced to insecurity over past rejections and unrequited love when what you have now is such a fairytale? You wish it'd just go away, so you can tell Hyunjin to fuck you until you're dumb and have no thoughts left in your stupid head but his cock filling you up, but- 

You jump slightly when you feel Hyunjin's arms wrap around you from behind, and he chuckles a bit, apologizing for startling you; you were so wrapped up in your thoughts you didn't even notice him rise from the sofa when he heard you sigh and put down the knife. "What's bothering you, my love?" he asks, his chest pressing firmly against your back as he kisses the top of your head, "You seem so tense tonight.. Is dinner giving you a hard time?" 

Your heart always picks up when he uses that affectionate term for you; you're not sure if your relationship could already be classified as "love" when you've only been together a few months, but you love the way it sounds falling from his lips all the same. "No, it's not that.." you frown a bit, not melting into his embrace the way you usually do. 

"Feeling stressed out again?" he inquired next, his hands moving up to your shoulders to feel for any tension and massage it away if it exists. You hum in confirmation, finally melting against his body when his hands rub soothing circles in your tender skin, just deep enough to relieve some of the built up tension without leaving you sore and achy. "Stressed, and.." you pause a moment, biting your lip as you consider if you'll really continue and admit what it is you really need.

"And?" Hyunjin's voice comes out in a soft question, clearly wanting to know what it is you want to say but with no intention to force it out of you. "S-Stressed, and.. frustrated." you finally acquiesce after a short-lived internal fight with your nerves. You're not even entirely sure he'll get the implication behind you saying it in the way you did, if he'll recognize your need for a physical touch beyond what you've felt with him so far but you hope he does, because you're not sure you're capable of just coming straight out and saying "please fuck me before I lose my mind." 

Hyunjin is the next one to hum, his tone relaying understanding. Goosebumps erupt on your skin when he leans his head down to kiss your shoulder and neck, his hands traveling from your shoulder to rub down your arms. "Why don't I finish dinner, hmm? Have you relax in the bath while I take care of everything," his voice is soft, almost a whisper, his hands finding your waist and rubbing carefully over the area before moving down to your hips.

"It'll be finished by the time you're done, we'll have a little wine," he continues, his lips now touching the shell of your ear, his voice directly in your ear, "And after that.. I'll take care of you. In any way you want me to." A kiss pressed to your skin, a shiver running down your spine as you suck in a breath- he definitely got the message. His right hand reaches up to your face, fingers finding their place on your left cheek, guiding you to twist your face to meet his gaze from behind you.

He leans down to kiss you like this, one hand holding your face where he wants it and the other squeezing the meat of your hip. Hyunjin holds the kiss for several seconds, making sure it lingers and tingles on your skin when he pulls away, already expertly planting the seeds of desire and anticipation within your gut. "How's that sound, lovely?" he asks and you blink for a moment, your brain already feeling like it's going to melt out of your ears from how eager and desperate for more intimacy you are. 

You nod, almost dumbly, and he smiles, planting a quick peck to your forehead before he helps you prepare for a bath. He runs the water hot, wanting warmth to linger for as long as you'll need it to once you're settled and used to the temperature, while you spend your time picking out what you'll wear afterwards. You swallow as you rummage through your drawers, possibilities seemingly endless. 

You've never been in a situation like this- a situation where you knew with absolute certainty that you'd be getting your pussy wet by the end. Your sexual encounters were never preplanned, not even with your past boyfriends. It was always spur of the moment, especially since you were too college-then-career focused to spend time on dating apps looking for hookups. Honestly, it was kind of exhilarating; and suddenly you felt like you understood what the appeal of knowing you were going to get laid by the end of the night was. 

And Hyunjin, well.. he promised himself he wouldn't fuck you until he was sure without a shadow of a doubt that you were head over heels in love with him and only him, because it was that kind of first time with you he was seeking. But that didn't mean he couldn't have fun with you in the meantime, did it? And how could he say no when he could literally fucking taste the desperation on you? He'd be a good boyfriend to you, and give you whatever he could within his limits, because you're his perfect girl and he'll always spoil you in any way he can. 

After the tub is full, Hyunjin leaves the bathroom, smiling at you when he sees you standing in the hallway patiently, towel and a change of clothes in hand. "Take your time, lovely," he pecks your head again as he passes by, ready to tackle finishing dinner while you soak in the tub. You texted him instructions just in case before you left your bedroom with your clothes and towel, so you're confident that it'll turn out well without your guidance- and besides, Hyunjin cooks well anyways; you're sure it'd turn out delicious even if he didn't follow your instructions. 

Your soak in the tub is spent entirely on thoughts of Hyunjin's hands and lips on your body, wondering what he'll do and how, and you wonder how much of the heat on your body is from the water and how much is from your own mental images of him between your legs. Thankfully, the water actually does manage to loosen up your tense muscles (despite your anticipation doing you no favors), and you do just as Hyunjin instructed; you take your time. Dinner won't be done any faster just because you hurry, after all, so why not soak and destress and indulge in your little fantasies?

You dry off thoroughly when you step out of the tub, pulling on your prettiest pair of white panties and a silky slip nightgown- a cream color with lace accents on the hems. You brought a cardigan too, just for warmth while you eat dinner, though you don't bother to button it up at all the way, leaving the upper most buttons undone so Hyunjin can have a clear view of your chest while you share dinner. It's a bit bold of you to purposely display your cleavage, but what's the harm in enticing him further? You know he wants you as his partner, but seeming him want you physically too would be everything.

The nightgown is just tight enough to hug your curves, and it also displays your stomach, but.. Well, Hyunjin isn't blind, you're certain he knows that the woman he's dating has a chubbier tummy than other women in the office. But he wanted you out of all of them, and he's spent so much time calling you beautiful and giving you the world, that you imagine he either likes bigger girls, or at the very least doesn't let weight dictate someone's appeal. So, you're not self conscious in the slightest- at least, not about that. You still have nerves, but you think that's natural when you're dating and plan to have sex with someone attractive enough to have people falling at his feet for a chance to be with him. 

When you step out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, Hyunjin is just finishing plating the food and is pouring the wine into two glasses he pulled out from your cabinets, already familiar with where you typically keep them. "Feeling better?" he asks with a soft smile when he notices your presence, and you don't miss the way his eyes drop to your chest, a glint of something flashing in his eyes before he looks back to your face- desire for your body, you hope.

You sit across from each other at your dinner table, having the quietest dinner the two of you have ever shared- though the tension being built is far from uncomfortable. His eyes linger right where you wanted them to, tempting him, teasing him, and you're buzzing with anticipation, almost giddy whenever his eyes meet your again as he sips from his wine. 

Your face is dusted pink all the way to your ears, but you'd blame it on the wine if he asked (though you suspect he'd know better than to believe that.) Hyunjin downs the last of his wine in one gulp when he's finished eating, and you do the same, wiping your mouth carefully with a napkin before you look at him again. He's standing now, gathering the dishes from the table and bringing them to the kitchen. 

You follow, intending to help him wash and put them away, but he tuts at you, saying "Baby, you're supposed to be relaxing and letting me do the work! Go get comfortable and wait for me, hmm?" He instructs and you can't help but smile, doing as he instructs after you thank him, quickly making the trip to your bedroom. 

However, the nerves hit you again once you're in your room, and you sit on the edge of your bed, fiddling with your hands as you think about what you should do next. Just lay down and get comfortable as you would if you were going to bed? Should you present yourself to him? Get into some enticing position he won't be able to resist? Stay right where you are now and let him lead you wherever he wants you?

You've never experienced so much build up before- you almost feel like the inexperienced girl you were in college again. God, you don't know what to do with yourself and you're definitely overthinking it- but you can't help it! Hyunjin is just so.. well, he's Hyunjin. And that alone is enough to send your nerves into overdrive as your mind races with the possibilities of what's to come. 

You hear him chuckle softly when he's in the doorway, looking at you very clearly shy, twiddling your thumbs as you wait for him. It took everything in Hyunjin to not say "fuck this" over dinner and just take you on the table, the lust pouring off you enough to make him lose control if he was a lesser demon. And now, he can hear the thumping of your heart louder than ever, can smell the arousal pooling in your underwear even more clearly than he could over your meal. 

"Silly girl," he says with a near grin as he steps fully inside your room, meeting you right where you are at the edge of the bed, "Why didn't you get comfortable? Sweet thing, you're nervous, aren't you?" He carefully nudges your legs so he can stand between them, and you swallow as you nod and look up at him, not sure how much more of the anticipation you can handle before you snap and just drag him to you in a fervor. 

One of his hands comes to your cheek again, rubbing gentle, soothing circles with his thumb as he leans down to kiss you. He does it slowly, the combination of his soft lips and the taste of wine that still lingers on them making your stomach flip. It doesn't take long for him to introduce his tongue, in the same manner he always does- rubbing over your lips before pushing past them.

You're always left panting, lips stained red by the time he pulls away, and tonight his kisses leave you especially dizzy with need. "Take care of those buttons," he instructs in a near plea as his fingers ghost over your neck in their downward descent, "or I might just pop them off when I pull this off you." Your breath hitches, though you're not sure if it's more from the words or the feeling of his fingers lingering on your neck. 

Hyunjin seems to notice that you like his fingers there, the way he notices everything when it comes to you, and he has to stop himself from smirking as he asks you about it. "My love- do you like being choked?" You almost groan in embarrassment, not expecting him to have already noticed and asked about it. How are you so fucking transparent to him already?

"I-I mean.. I'm curious. I've never done it, because.." Well, probably best you don't get into an ex-boyfriend talk right when you finally have the possibility of Hyunjin fucking you into next week right in the palm of your hands. "Uhm- it just never happened. But it looks nice. Really nice. I, uh- I think I'd like it," you say; certainly true, but without going into detail about how you always struggled to seem to trust your boyfriends enough to release control and let them do it.

It's natural that giving control to someone else is hard for you; you've always been very independent, and your career puts you in a position where you are leading others, always in control of everything. But you like the idea of giving control to someone else in the bedroom, letting them take the lead and decide on how you'll receive the pleasure you crave- the real problem lied with finding someone you trust enough to truly let go with.

You think you can trust Hyunjin- he's been so, so perfect since the day you met him. You firmly believe he sees you for who you are beyond your physical attributes, that he values you beyond the superficial, and that he'd never hurt you (unless you asked him to, of course.) Hyunjin naturally feels all this, can read every emotion that pours off of you- and the fact that you have trust that he'll treat you right positively elates him, knowing he’s one step closer to the love he craves so badly. 

"We can try, see if you like it," he says, soft and careful, "and it doesn't have to be now. We can always wait until later." His fingers now rub over your neck purposefully, never wrapping around but simply familiarizing your skin with the feeling of them there. "Either way, we won't start with that. We need to build up to it first, don't you agree?" he asks and you hum with a nod- building up to it certainly sounds better than jumping straight into unfamiliar territory.

Carefully, and slowly, he lowers himself to his knees, still between your legs, now making it so he's the one looking up at you. "Even if we try it and you decide you don't like it, I'm so happy you trust me," he says before he kisses you once more, all his passion and affection behind the soft touch of his lips. "Do you already know what to do if you don't like it?"

You nod again, having become well familiarized with different safe words and systems you can put in place in your research on the topic when you first found out you might be into the rougher side of intimacy. Hyunjin tuts his time, displeased by the fact that you nodded instead of verbally answering him. "I need you to tell me what you know."

Despite the tone he used, his eyes are still soft, and you can tell he genuinely cares about your safety and comfort, aiding more in the trust you feel. "Sorry, I- I know what to do. Uh, traffic lights..?" you suggest, preferring that over coming up with a random safeword that you may not even remember if the time comes to use it. Hyunjin smiles again, telling you that's good before he kisses you again, making sure all your nerves melt away now that the key elements are established. This is supposed to be fun and enjoyable above all else- nothing else matters but that. 

"Now, be a good girl and take care of those buttons like I asked you to, lovely," Hyunjin instructs in a gentle tone after he pulls away from your lips. With another shiver, you quickly do as you're told, fumbling with the buttons just slightly in your rush to get them all undone. You probably should've been more graceful about it- purposeful, maybe even sexy, but honestly you were acting before even fully considering how you'd appear. 

With the buttons undone, Hyunjin pulls the cardigan down your shoulders, and you pull your arms out of the sleeves. You pay no attention to where it gets discarded, Hyunjin's lips back on your much too distracting to care about something so trivial. "Gonna take care of you now," he whispers against your lips, his fingers coming to bottom of your nightgown, where the hem squeezes against your parted thighs, "use your words if I do something you don't like."

You tell him you will, and he smiles again, rewarding you with one last sweet kiss to your lips before his lips trail your neck instead, his hands pushing your nightgown up your thighs until your thighs and panties are completely exposed. One thing Hyunjin is confident of from his time looking over your porn history, it's that you love biting- and while he's unsure if it's just a fantasy you have that has remained unfilled in reality, similar to choking, he's decided it's the first step he's going to take in gently finding your limit and what boundaries you want to set between fantasy and reality.

Carefully, after his kisses to your skin have become familiar, he presses his teeth to the sensitive skin, and you gasp before he even has the chance to actually bite down. To Hyunjin's absolute delight, you tilt your head to the side to expose more of your neck to him, giving him all the permission he needs to sink his teeth into your soft, unmarred skin. You let out an involuntary squeak at first, the unfamiliar sensation sending a pool of heat to your gut- the act always seemed so hot, and now you knew for sure you loved it. 

It wasn't just the physical feeling of it you loved though- you loved the idea of your lover's marks remaining on your skin for days, leaving behind evidence that someone touched your body and brought you bliss. And while you'd certainly cover the marks with makeup for work, the knowledge that you and Hyunjin would share, that they are there just below the surface your concealer has created, would be so fun and exciting.

His hands leave your thighs, finding the straps of your nightgown and pulling them down, until your breasts are exposed for him to see. Pulling away from your neck, he admires you- the way your skin blooms with fresh bruises and impressions of his teeth, your nipples hard and begging to be played with, and your pretty white panties stained with arousal. You can see the lust in his eyes as he looks you over, and it makes you bite your lip in anticipation for what he'll do next. 

"I've told you so many times you're beautiful, haven't I?" he asks as he takes your heavy breasts into his hands, though you can tell it's rhetorical- he's not expecting a real response from you. Instead, he continues to speak as his hands squeeze and thumbs rub over your nipples. "But I haven't told you how fucking sexy you are yet, isn't that right? You're so alluring, it drives me crazy sometimes. Did you know that?" 

You can't help but let out a soft whine as you shake your head, completely clueless to the fact that you ever made him as crazy with need as he made you. You hoped you did plenty of times, but you really didn't know until now just how much he was holding back from having his hands all over you. His hands move to your hips next, fingers slipping into the band of your panties. 

You lift your hips from the bed, letting Hyunjin pull the soaked fabric down your thighs and then your legs, tossing them quickly aside. You hold the bed for additional support as he spreads your thighs further apart, sucking in a nervous breath when he looks directly at your dripping heat. The fact that he's on his knees for you is already enough to have your heart feeling like it's going to beat out of your chest, but when he starts planting sensual, open-mouthed kisses to your thighs, mixed with carefully placed bites, you're done for.

Your thighs twitch with each kiss, jolt with each bite, your nails digging into your bed sheets before he's even at where you want him most. And God, when he finally kisses your pussy, you feel so worked up that you could cum just from that simple stimulation alone. When his tongue meets you it feels like heaven, your head falling back and an almost embarrassingly loud moan tumbling from your lips. 

Hyunjin starts licking you up slowly, almost teasingly, and you can't even complain; because even though you still want more, it's already so good. It's when he's done with his teasing and really gets going that you're left truly breathless- he pulls you closer to his face, to the point your ass is practically hanging off the bed, but he throws your legs over his shoulders, using his hands to hold you in place, right where he wants you against his mouth. 

Your whole body is trembling from the pleasure, and this position makes it so that your hips can't move unless he lets them. Even as you unconsciously twist and jolt from the pleasure, you're always firmly in place, unable to escape his tongue even if you wanted to. You cum almost embarrassingly fast like this, barely able to warn Hyunjin you're close before you're crying out in absolute bliss, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

You expect Hyunjin to set you down as you catch your breath, but that's the exact opposite of what happens; against all your expectations, he keeps going, his tongue sliding over and around your sensitive clit, drawing out your orgasm until the pleasure mixes with tingles of painful overstimulation. You stutter out a curse, loud whines and begs leaving you in a nearly unintelligible jumble- though you're not entirely sure if you're begging for him to stop or keep going.

His hands carefully move from your hips to squeeze the meat of your ass as he continues holding you where he wants you, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the unrelenting onslaught of pleasure. You're certain you're going to receive a noise complaint from your neighbors, unable to control your volume as another, more intense orgasm rocks your body. The tears lingering in the corners of your eyes fall as you cum once again, and you can hear and feel Hyunjin groaning against you, evidently taking just as much pleasure in this as you are. 

He's careful as he moves your trembling legs off his shoulders, helping you to fully rest your weight back on the bed. When he stands, he helps you get your head to the pillows before he's laying next to you, your sensitive body jolting once again when this time his fingers rub between your slick folds. "How're you feeling, my love?" he asks, wanting to make sure he's not overwhelming you too much.

You're definitely overwhelmed, but in the best way possible, and you stutter out a shaky "green," to which Hyunjin smiles. "What a good, perfect girl you are," he praises you, pressing lingering kisses to tear-streaked cheeks, "My sweet thing, you're all for me, aren't you? A good girl just for me?" You nod quickly, brain fuzzy with the desire to be anything he wants you to be. "'m a good girl, all for you Hyun, only you."

You have no idea how much those words affect him- and you're sure if your brain wasn't so foggy from the pleasure, you'd have noticed how he had to clench his teeth and take a breath to stop himself from pulling his cock out and fucking you into the mattress right that moment. Patience, restraint, it's not the right time, he has to desperately remind himself.

Even as his fingers slide inside your heat and hug him tightly, he has to make a conscious effort not to lose himself in the thought of what you'd feel like hugging his cock instead. In all his years of lust, he's never been this close to losing control of himself; but fuck, he's never wanted someone as bad as he wants you, and you're so slick and warm and tight, it takes all he has to ignore the desperate throbbing of his cock. 

Hyunjin finds your spot within seconds, and your eyes are rolling back, fists once again straining and tugging against the sheets. He adds a third finger when you seem ready for it, pumping at a steady pace before he's curling his fingers into your spot again. He's at your neck again now, his teeth making contact with your skin just as they had before while his fingers continue their motion between your legs. 

When he bites this time, it feels different- rather than the dull pain and ache his teeth brought before, this feels more.. sharp? You let out a loud gasp as the sudden sharp feeling buries further into your neck, as if Hyunjin is a vampire digging his fangs into your skin. Did he actually have fangs this whole time and you didn't notice..?

No, that seems impossible- and honestly you feel too fucking good right now to even put much more thought into it. You're sure it just feels that way because now that he knows you're comfortable with the sting, he doesn't need to show anymore restraint when biting, and is now putting more force into his bite- that's all that makes sense. He speeds up his fingers as his teeth sink further into your skin, his thumb firm on your clit, and it's enough to send you over the edge for a third time, your back arching off the bed as you let out a string of expletives and moans. 

Fuck. When Hyunjin pulls away, he knows he fucked up, quickly retracting his fangs before you can notice them. The two holes left behind in your skin from his fangs make it look like you were bit by a fucking vampire, or a huge ass spider. Unlike the hickies, that's not the kind of shit you can just hide with makeup, and when you look at yourself in the mirror tomorrow you'll definitely have questions about how the fuck he managed to do that with dull, human teeth. 

But when you look at him, absolutely blissed out and eyes hazy with pleasure, he decides that it's a problem for future Hyunjin; you're both already in the moment, and why ruin it now? He's still not quite done with you, after all; he's supposed to be relieving your stress like a good boyfriend. And what better way to relieve all your stress and tension than to make you cum again and again, until your body is as weak as jelly?

"Can you handle one more, lovely?" he asks, rubbing your cheek with his unoccupied hand. You lean into his touch, a soft smile on your face as you eagerly nod, ready to take all he wants to give you. He returns the smile, planting a lingering kiss on your swollen, self-bitten lips, praising you once more. His hand trails down to your neck, fingers lingering on the surface while his other hand resumes its motion between your legs.

"Tell me how you feel, baby," Hyunjin instructs softly, and you look at him with glassy eyes, stuttering out your answer. "Y-Yellow. Feels g-good, but 'm nervous," you say honestly and he coos and comforts you, assuring you he won't squeeze unless you want him too; for now, he'll just hold his hand in place, let you familiarize yourself with the pressure before you decide if you want anymore than that. 

Soon enough your eyes are rolling back once more, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he drives you close to orgasm just as expertly as he did each time before, letting yourself go completely as you become familiar and comfortable with his hand on your neck. You're babbling almost incoherently about how good it feels, but there's one thing in your string of words that he hears loud and clear, and that's "more."

"Want me to squeeze, lovely?" he asks, wanting to make 100% sure that he's not mistaken, and you nod quickly, repeating the word "squeeze" with a soft, pleading voice, followed by a string of "please, please, please." You don't have to beg for a single thing when it comes to Hyunjin, but fuck, does he love hearing it more than he's ever loved anything. 

And so he does as you ask, gently of course, since it's your first time experiencing it. And your body immediately reacts, gushing and clenching hard around his fingers as your mouth hangs open in a silent wail of pleasure, your last orgasm of the night hitting you like a semi-truck. Hyunjin slides his fingers out of you, planting soft kisses to your heated, sweat laden skin as you come down from the high.

He steps away just for a moment to bring you some water, helping you sit up enough to drink it before you fall back against the bed, body limp, utterly spent and exhausted. "Hyun.. what about you..?" you ask in a sleepy voice, and Hyunjin chuckles softly, patting the top of your head after he wipes the sweat from your brows. "I'm good, baby, this was all for you. Feeling better now?"

You hum with a soft smile, curling into him and closing your heavy eyes. Hyunjin does his best to fix your nightgown and clean you up, once again chuckling when you start to softly snore after he manages to get you under the blankets. As a demon, he doesn't need to sleep, but he lies next to you anyways, wrapping his arms around you and smiling as you snore into his chest. 

There's an anxiety that lingers in the back of his mind, the reality that come tomorrow you're going to see an abnormal mark on your neck and how he'll have to face what that means for your budding relationship. Does he tell the truth? Would you even accept him if you knew? As far as he knew, humans hated and feared demons, and demons in turn weren't supposed to be fond of humans.

Loving you was against everything he understood about himself, and loving him would be against what you understood about yourself. Hyunjin closes his eyes, and for the first time in centuries, he forces himself to take the sleep he doesn't need- because if this is where his relationship with you goes up in flames, then he wants the last good moment to be spent as human as he can possibly make it.

i hope you enjoyed thus far, there's just one more chapter after this! and as a preview this is what i will say: …. sex with hyunjin in his demon form. i hope this intrigues you :) <3

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  ˖ ৎ୭ ॱ ₊ . * Starburst

𓂂 ࿐ ۫ ִ ⸼ Synopsis: You, as the girlfriend of Korea's top actor, began to suspect him of cheating when you discovered a text from a mysterious woman and that he's coming home late and not paying attention to you.

Characters: Zen from Mystic Messenger

Parrings: Zen x Jealous blackfem reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort Nsfw

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Afab reader, unprotected sex, cussing, angst, nipple play, cream pie, pet names, make up sex, soft, tummy bulge, gentle, jealousy, suspecting of cheating, mentions of slight racism

｡ﾟ♡ ˖ ࣪ ୧ ｡: Author's notes:

WOAH DEE ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING?! IS HELL FREEZING OVER?!

Eek! Hello everyone this is my first fic here on Tumblr and my first NSFW fic I ever wrote ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ. I hope that I did a great job and met everyone's expectations. I really want to thank @dejwrites for inspiring me to come back to writing and giving me tips as well. I want to thank @hachikosworld for giving me advice as well.

It been a long time coming but I just want to thank all my moots and new friends for being so patient with me. This community is so friendly and I'm excited to continue writing and creating new friends along the way. Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed it. I really tried my best and I hope it shows (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Also feel free to message me and inbox me. I really want to make friends and share headcanons and all my silly ideas with everyone in the community.

NO MINORS ALLOWED

"You know what? I'm done!"

You stormed out of your and your boyfriend's apartment after arguing with him about how he is always late from work and barely spends time with you. Not to mention that you discovered a suspicious text from a woman on his phone while sitting on the couch earlier that day, leading you to suspect him of cheating.

It wasn't always like this at first. When you two first met it was the summer of your first semester, studying abroad in Korea where you met the now infamous Zen. You bumped into him while grabbing some coffee from the local convenience store and while holding the cup in your hand, you accidentally bumped your coffee against the male spilling it all over the long haired male. Things began to blossom for the both of you and as a compromise he asked you for your phone number, and then eventually a date.

Hyun was a very unknown actor when you two first started dating, and you stood by him, supporting him anytime he had any qualms about making it into the business or, more specifically, about getting any roles. Fortunately, things would turn around when he finally earned a leading role in a drama. You were really delighted and encouraging of him. However, because of his breakthrough performance, he became overloaded with work and kept busy, which meant that you and him were able to spend less and less time together.

It was difficult to see Hyun surrounded by beautiful women all day, every day. You went insane at the thought of them touching or even talking to him; you craved his touch to be yours alone. People knew Hyun as Zen, his stage name, and as prince charming, but the public would never know about the Zen you knew; the one who would die for you, the same one who would have you pinned up against the door, kissing you all over.

Zen's heart broke into a million pieces; he couldn't believe the girl he adored would suspect him of cheating on her. He was aware that the acting life could be demanding, with him required to make television appearances, award shows, and weekly appearances on an idol show. "(Y/n) dear," he said, looking down at you with his crimson red eyes, "I know I've been extremely busy with life, but I genuinely care about you dear. I know the press can be very intrusive, and it's difficult to keep us a secret–" you snapped again, "that's the thing, Hyun!" You addressed him by his given name rather than his stage name. "I'm sick of it."

"I'm sick of hiding, and it doesn't even feel like we're dating. We can't go out without you wearing some shitty outfit to disguise yourself or coming home late and immediately going to bed because you've been so busy. I'd like to know how my boyfriend is doing whenever he comes home." You were visibly upset with Zen to the point where tears started streaming down your cheeks. You were tired of his empty promises that he would make it up to you whenever he was too busy with work. Even though Zen would lavish you with designer purses, flowers, and even fund your shopping sprees, you still wanted your boyfriend to be there, right?

Your heart ached for him, especially at night when you wanted to cuddle and be held by him all night.

You were tired of not seeing him in the morning while he'd disappear all day without texting you for days. You yearned for the time before he became famous and it was just the two of you; yes, you were poorer back then, but you made it work.

Zen felt terrible for the way he had been treating his partner and for letting you go through this. He believed that by hiding your relationship from the public, he was shielding you from any negative attention he would face for dating in the godforsaken industry. Out of all the professions he could've went into he had to be an actor? He was also aware that he would face prejudice for dating a black woman, and he didn't want you to encounter any racism from his supporters, neighbors, or online users.

Zen was doing his best to decipher the situation as you were outside your shared home and he didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to himself, but he was concerned about you and your feelings.

He began to speak with his smooth, buttery voice. "You may not want to hear this, but I apologize. I didn't think about your feelings at all. You must have been lonely all day while I was at work. I know it's a lame excuse, but I'm genuinely tired when I get home from the set," he began.

You stood there in silence, listening to his explanation for why he was always canceling your plans and spending less time with you. You faced him with your hands on your hips. You also hoped he explained about that girl.

"This new project has been mentally and physically draining, but that doesn't give me the right to abandon you like that. You know how much I adore and care for you, and I would hate for this to tear us apart." He looked at you sympathetically and slowly approached you, grabbing your hands. He stared at your eyes, making sure you knew how sincere he was.

"The girl in my phone is actually a screenwriter trying to pitch a show to Netflix and asked if I wanted to be a part of the plot. I met her on the show I'm known for." You blushed in embarrassment, feeling childish for jumping to conclusions and not trusting your boyfriend.

You puffed up your cheeks, refusing to admit you were mistaken. Zen simply smiled reassuringly. "I don't blame you, princess; I'm surrounded by women all day, and it must be exhausting to think about it. I would have been jealous if you were constantly surrounded by men. I don't give a rat's ass about them because you're the only girl I have my heart set on. To me, you're the most beautiful girl in the entire fucking world. Princess, I love seeing you smile."

"It's simply that I want the rest of the world to know that I exist and that you are mine. I despise seeing you on television with these bitches when it should be me and you "You began to cry out of frustration, but you felt relieved knowing that he listened to you and understood how hurt you were.

Zen slowly embraced you in a hug, allowing you to cry out for him. In all honesty, he didn't know what to say. He wanted the world to know you existed as well and that you guys will be able to spend time with him in public free to do whatever you wanted, but he was well aware of the risks involved. However, he needs to think of something quick before he loses you.

"Please smile for me princess, I really enjoy seeing you smile," he said as he wiped your tears from your now puffy cheeks with his thumbs. "I'll figure it out, okay?"

"Please allow me to make it up to you." He took your hand in his and began walking back inside the house. You were well aware of what that meant for the two of you. You couldn't help but be moved by what Hyun said; he wasn't the type to make empty promises, so when he said he'd figure it out, he meant it. Not to mention how much you missed him and craved his attention and love.

He picked you up and carried you to your guy's bedroom, where the two of you would occasionally make love when Zen wasn't too busy. You held him tightly and let out another smile. He carefully placed you on the bed, taking care not to injure you. He then sat next to you, admiring your beauty.

"Everything will be fine," Zen assures you as he kisses your neck and holds your soft, moisturized, delicate hands. He worked his way around your neck, sucking and pulling at the napes of your brown skin.

He began to roam your body with his free hand, groping your breasts through the shirt you were wearing, feeling your bra holding your breast for dear life. He was so passionate with the way he touched you that you moaned softly. You'd think that with his stature, he'd be harsh, but instead he touches you with loving and passionate hands. He yanked on your shirt and started removing it, then slowly removed your bra, exposing your breast, which perked nicely for him. He started sucking on your tits.

He began by swirling his tongue against the buds of your nipples, then sucking and gently messaging the other breast with his free hand. You moaned again, his veiny and massive hands feeling amazing as he continued to fondle your breast.

After leaving hickeys on your massive tits, he made his way to your neck. He made his way to your lips, leaving a trail of love marks on your neck. As he hungrily kissed you, he couldn't deny how much he missed those plumped lips of yours and how those plumped lips of yours would be stained with gloss that would later end up at the base of his cock.

Zen couldn't help but become greedy; it was as if Zen hadn't drunk water in years and had finally gotten a chance to. He took a step back to examine you, which you were already a mess due to the constant attack on your neck. Your core couldn't help but become saturated with your juices, which oozed like honey from your cunt.

"Awe, I've been far away from my bunny for too long that she hasn't been taking care of," he smirked, before slowly removing his clothes as well. It was impossible not to notice the tint rising from his pants. Zen gently slapped your hand as you reached out to him "No, it's my turn to please you. You waited far too long" He then removed his boxers, revealing his cock, which was surrounded by a bush of white hair. He then untied his ponytail and let his long white hair fall down.

Zen slowly removed your short skirt, and seeing the dampness forming on your panties turned him on even more. He started rubbing the fabric of your panties, causing you to throw your head back and moan. He smiled and kept pressing his digits against you, enjoying how your panties got wetter and wetter with each press. He then pushed your lacy white panties to the side and slid a finger inside you, preparing you for his member. "How long has it been since I've last played in your pussy, eh? It's so lovely and juicy, and it's only for me."

You couldn't help but curl your toes and moan as he reached places you'd never be able to reach with your hands. Zen craved more of your moans because they were so addicting. "Please H-Hyun...I want more," you begged him. "Whatever my princess wants, she gets." Oh, how you missed Hyun, not Zen, the guy you fell in love with, the guy who was so in love with you that he was pussy whipped by everything you did.

He grew tired of using his fingers after a while. Zen got on his knees, gripped your thighs, and began licking your wet region, making slurping sounds as he hungrily sucked your clit as he craved to taste your juices and hear your voice desperately call out to him. You whimpered and whined for him as his tongue maneuvered every inch of you, exploring every crease. You couldn't stop yourself from grabbing his long silky white hair and calling out for him. "Z-zenny soo good," your voice would trail off as you moaned his name. You threw your head back and moaned once more.

Fuck. He was in desperate need of you. He craved you more than his cigarettes, and he desperately wanted to be inside of you, reclaiming you, reminding you that he still loves and cares for you. He wanted you to scream his name into the sky and let everyone know that you belong to him, even if he's busy with work.

He stepped away from you and licked his lips; he began catching his breath, allowing you to do the same. After a few seconds, he began to position himself near you, bending down to kiss your neck as he slowly began to slide himself into you. You began to grunt, remembering how good his cock felt inside of you. You yelped and bucked your hips slightly, feeling the pleasure return to you.

He gave you a moment to adjust yourself, knowing you hadn't done anything in a long time. "I'm ready now," you said, giving him permission to begin. Hyun then began to pump inside of you, drilling the inside of you with each pump. He drew you in closer and continued to plow your insides, his hips digging into yours. You immediately grabbed his arms and cried out to him, desperate. God, you missed it, the way he would passionately fuck your brains out.

Your brows knitted up as he began to burry his cock inside of you. With each stroke he made, the sheets of the mattress began to bundle up as you held on for dear life. Giving you deep and slow strokes at first so you could feel how much he loves you. Hyun quickly abandoned that, however, as he became desperate for you.

Hearing you moan and groan his name was so addicting. Your body wasn't helping him either, as your pussy started making gushy sounds due to how wet it was. He was feeling so good that he couldn't help but make elegant sounds himself. As he continued to probe your insides, his face turned bright red.

He knelt down and kissed your lips, sucking the bottom of your lips and letting out a couple of moans that sent vibrations against you.

You started touching his nice chiseled body all over, running your soft hands all around his chest, feeling each peck. You had always admired his gym physique. He was always going to the gym in his spare time and when he wasn't spending time with you. You smiled through the entire kiss, enjoying how he still kisses you so beautifully as he drilled into your wet sticky core.

He pushed your legs against your head without warning. You looked at him, completely dazed by the fact that he was now fucking you deeper than before, reaching into places and repeatedly hitting your g-spot. You yelped as a rush of pleasure washed over you. You dug your manicured nails into his skin, "Hyun! P-please," you said as his pumps increased in speed.

His cock was so deep inside you that you could see it poking around in your stomach. His manhood was constantly striking your cervix, intensifying your pleas for him.

Zen grinned as he looked down at you, seeing how messed up you were beneath him. "Did my baby miss getting fucked like this?" he asked. You blushed and shook your head yes.

More and more pleasant sounds escaped your pretty lips as Zen continued to pump his girth into you. As you approached your climax, your stomach began to twist and turn into knots. "F-fuck" was all you could say at this point. "I'm going to c-cum," you moaned. Zen's voice twitched as he neared his climax. He grunted and moaned a few times. "I-I'm close behind you," his breath became shaky as he desperately wanted to fill your void with his cum.

You let out a yell as you came, and Zen, after a few pumps, had also reached his climax as well. He drew away from you and began catching his breath; he was drenched in sweat that trickled down his body. You were soaked in sweat, and your make-up was practically ruined by dried tears on your cheeks and smeared mascara.

"Want another round, eh?" He stated this while looking down at you. Zen pushed his hair back away from his face, allowing you to really take in his beauty. You couldn't help but fall in love with him all over again. You laughed softly and drew yourself onto him, anticipating what the night would bring the two of you.

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The Warmest Glow

Part 1

Pairing - Non idol Wooyoung x Y/N (Reader)

In the midst of agitated mind and heart, all Wooyoung yearned for was a moment of calm. His eyes, weary from resisting sleep, spoke of restless nights spent searching for serenity. Despite trying various distractions – burying himself in work, seeking comfort in the company of friends and colleagues – he found no pause. It was as though his mind had set standards only one person could meet.

Wooyoung had decided to take a breather from his jam-packed life, filled with five years of relentless civil work. He just wanted some downtime, maybe even a vacation. Where did he go? He made his way to the serene Hyeopjae beach, Jeju Island, hoping to unwind to the sound of crashing waves and feel the breeze on his face.

But, as fate would have it, the serenity he craved was nowhere in sight. The beach was buzzing with activity, umbrellas scattered across the sand, and the air alive with the chatter of tourists. Feeling disheartened but not ready to throw in the towel, he sought refuge in a nearby restaurant, craving not just food but also a break from the prying eyes of strangers.

Yet, even there, he couldn't dodge unwelcome attention. Amidst the clinking of dishes and din of diners, someone had the audacity to point out the small mark beneath his left eye and the mole on his lower lip, a mole he remembered, she always loved to kiss.

Returning to the beach once again he gazed to the horizon, where the sun was painting the sky in breathtaking hues. With his hands in his pockets, he allowed himself to bask in the warmth, reminiscing about a time when moments like these held a different meaning. Before he could retreat to his rented hotel room, his heart urged him to linger a while longer and soak in the orange glow.

But memories of the woman he loved kept flooding back, haunting him at every turn. Each passing moment served as a painful reminder of her, her voice resonating in his mind like a melancholic melody. "I love the sunset glow; it makes you look as sweet as honey." She used to say that to him while tracing her fingers across his face.

But perhaps fate had other plans, for soon enough, a jolt startled him as someone accidentally collided with his feet, leaving behind a small, damp spot. Opening his eyes, he noticed a big stain of blue on his pants near the knee, his expression darkening with a deep frown. Yet, as his gaze shifted, a wave of sensitivity washed over him, softening his features.

"Hey there, little one, where are you headed?" Wooyoung exclaimed as this young girl, maybe 4 or 5 years old, bumped into him, holding onto her ice cream cone for dear life. She seemed apologetic, her blue ice cream melting and smudging Wooyoung's pants with blueberry cream. With a teary-eyed look, she glanced up at him, and that was the last thing Wooyoung needed today.

"I'm sorry, mister, I didn't mean to mess up your pants," the girl said, her voice trembling with guilt.

"It's okay, I'm not upset. It's just a stain, it'll come off," Wooyoung reassured her, gently wiping away her tears with a kindness that came naturally to him. He had always been good with kids, tender and reassuring, capable of making any worry vanish with a single smile. "What's your name?" he asked, holding her tiny hands in his own.

"Grace," the little girl replied, her smile returning at his friendly demeanor.

"What a lovely name. Where are your parents?" Wooyoung inquired softly.

"I chased after the puppy," Grace explained, pointing to the little furry troublemaker nearby. "But he was too fast, and now I can't find my mom," she admitted, her eyes welling up with tears again.

"Don't worry, we'll find your mom," Wooyoung vowed, already determined to help them reunite.

"Grace," a voice called from behind Wooyoung. The girl's face lit up, and she shouted, "Mom!" waving her hands to her mother. As Wooyoung got up slowly to greet the woman, his smile faded, replaced by a rush of emotions he thought he had buried long ago. "How many times have I told you not to run away like that?" It was a voice engraved deep in his memory, the one he yearned to hear whenever he was alone—the voice of the woman he loved.

"Y/N," Wooyoung turned around and whispered her name as she approached, out of breath from her quick chase. Her eyes, mirroring his own, showed confusion, guilt, sadness, and hurt. Grace was Y/N's daughter—a discovery that stirred up a storm of emotions within Wooyoung, reminding him of a past he hadn't fully moved on from.

As Y/n rounded the corner, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Wooyoung standing there, unexpected and unbidden. She greeted him tentatively, her expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty, even to herself. She hadn't anticipated crossing paths with him after 5 years, especially not while on the hunt for her daughter, and certainly not with her daughter in tow, holding onto his hand.

"Mamma, this handsome uncle is really nice," Grace bubbled with innocent enthusiasm, oblivious to the complexity of the situation. "I messed up his pants but he's not angry."

Y/n managed a nervous smile as Grace happily bounded over to her side, releasing Wooyoung's hand. She glanced at him, seeing the confusion in his eyes, and felt a pang of unease.

"Did you thank him?" Y/n gently prodded Grace, who shook her head before turning to Wooyoung with a cheerful shout of gratitude.

Wooyoung returned the smile, though his eyes betrayed a deeper turmoil. Despite his outward calm, he couldn't shake the sting of seeing Y/n with a child, a visible reminder of her life moving forward without him, probably with the person he dreaded. It was a bitter pill to swallow, especially considering he was the one who had initiated their breakup.

The memory of their parting flickered in his mind; a small misunderstanding that had snowballed into something larger. A mix of his own insecurities and infidelity. And yet, seeing her now, with a child in tow, stirred up a mix of conflicting emotions within him.

He couldn't deny the twinge of jealousy that gnawed at him, nor could he shake the regret that tinged his thoughts. All those years of loving her, only to realize too late that he had let her slip through his fingers.

In the quiet, Wooyoung broke the tension with a simple phrase: "It's been a while," he said, and y/n nodded in acknowledgment. Grace, observing the exchange, jumped in with curiosity, "You both know each other?"

Y/n hesitated for a moment before replying, "Uhm... he's a friend," giving Wooyoung a quick glance. His response, barely above a whisper, carried a hint of pain, "Friend... yeah."

Sensing the discomfort, y/n offered, pointing to the ice cream stain on Wooyoung's pants, "Uh... if you don't mind, I could wash those off or they'll stain bad, blueberry stains are wild, I must say." Despite his initial urge to refuse, Wooyoung found himself unable to resist when y/n added, "Please." He couldn't forget the weight of that word; it was the one thing he regretted not heeding when they parted ways.

"Sure," Wooyoung agreed, moving to stand beside y/n. As they walked, they engaged in small talk, learning snippets about each other's lives. Y/n revealed that she lived nearby in Jeju and now crafted children's storybooks, having ditched her previous gig in article writing—a job that always brought back memories of their past collaboration. But she left out that particular detail. Wooyoung told her that he lives in Seoul, and was promoted as general commissioner.

"We're here," y/n announced, marking a subtle yet significant milestone in their unexpected reunion. Grace dashed inside the moment Y/N unlocked the door, earning giggles from both Y/N and Wooyoung. "Slow down, Grace," Y/N called after her cheerful daughter.

"I really need to pee, Mama," Grace announced, making a beeline for the stairs to her room.

Wooyoung nervously slipped off his shoes and entered the house. It was a sleek, modern design, spacious enough to house ten people comfortably. The floors gleamed with white tiles, and large glass doors separated the interior from the outside veranda. With its contemporary decor and furnishings, Wooyoung couldn't help but marvel. "You can change in that room; I'll get you something to wear," Y/N offered, gesturing towards a door.

Wooyoung nodded and made his way to the room Y/N indicated. It resembled Y/N's room, with its neatly arranged shelves filled with books, purple curtains, and lavender sheets adorning the bed. It struck him as odd how well he still remembered Y/N's tastes, but the room seemed less lived-in. Perhaps it was Y/N and her husband's room. He thought he'd spot some pics of Y/N with her hubby around, but there wasn't a single photo frame in the room. Wooyoung mused, as he headed to the bathroom to discard his stained pants.

A while later, Y/N returned to the room with a set of clothes. She knocked gently, but there was no response. "I'm leaving the clothes on the bed," she announced, turning to leave. However, just as she was about to exit, the bathroom door swung open. Wooyoung, oblivious to Y/N's presence due to the running tap, emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Y/N quickly averted her gaze and apologized, preparing to leave the room. But Wooyoung's next question stopped her in her tracks. "You still have this," he remarked, pointing at the clothing laid out on the bed. Y/N felt a nervous knot form in her stomach as she realized they were Wooyoung's clothes, a relic from their dating days. Wooyoung's surprise was evident; why would she still hold onto these, now that she was married with a child, he wondered.

“I didn’t get time to sort the clothes.” Y/N reasoned refusing to turn around completely, she saw Wooyoung discarding his stained pants on the ottoman that was near the bed.

“You didn’t get time in five years?” Wooyoung questioned.

“You should change.” Y/N quickly picked up the clothes from the ottoman still refusing to meet wooyoung’s gaze. “I’ll check on Grace.” She said and bolted out of the room. It’s been five years, after five years she met Wooyoung but the effect he had on her was still the same. He seemed a bit different though, a lot mature and quiet which was unusual of him. He was always giddy and clingy as far as she had known him.

Y/N tossed the stained pants into the washer and peeked in on Grace, who was swapping her regular clothes for comfy sleepwear. "Hey, baby, could you set the tables? I'll be right there," Y/N instructed, to which Grace nodded enthusiastically before darting off to the dining area. Y/N couldn't help but wonder how Grace would react to the situation unfolding.

"But seriously, why did I even invite him over?" Y/N muttered to herself, silently cursing the decision. With the washer set for a quick 15-minute cycle, Y/N stepped outside only to bump into Wooyoung, decked out in his old clothes. He still looked as fantastic as he did five years ago, maybe even more so, with those clothes fitting snugly over his now more muscular frame.

"Still fits, huh?" Y/N remarked nervously, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"Yeah, a bit snug, but I can manage," Wooyoung replied with a grin. Then, he shifted the conversation, asking about Grace's father and if he lived there. Y/N hesitated, avoiding eye contact, and before Wooyoung could finish, Grace's voice echoed from downstairs.

"Mama, tables are set!" Grace called out, saving Y/N from an awkward moment.

"Coming, sweetheart!" Y/N shouted back in relief, silently thanking Grace for the timely interruption. "Well, let's head in. Food's ready, and your clothes should be done soon," Y/N suggested, earning a nod of agreement from Wooyoung as they made their way to the dining area.

Y/N dashed into the kitchen and got to work warming up the food she'd whipped up earlier that morning. Wooyoung plopped down onto one of the dining chairs, and Grace settled in beside him, giving him the once-over with her eyes. Wooyoung caught on to the little girl's close examination and quipped, "What's up, kiddo? Do I look weird or something?" Grace just narrowed her eyes and shook her head. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Y/N gripped her fingers tightly, aware that something big was about to go down.

"It suits you perfectly," Grace declared. Y/N's heart raced as she listened in from the kitchen, her nerves going into overdrive.

"Yeah? You think so?" Wooyoung teased, tousling Grace's hair.

"Yep, it's my dad's clothes," Grace casually revealed.

And then it hit like a ton of bricks. Y/N knew she couldn't dodge this conversation any longer, especially not after Grace dropped that bombshell. She totally saw it coming when she handed him those clothes, she'd been hoarding for five years. Maybe she was just itching to have that chat with him.

With the food now warm and ready, she pulled it out of the oven, the only sound echoing in the kitchen being the click of the oven door. But why was there no chatter coming from the living room? Y/N didn't realize that Wooyoung was staring at Grace, his eyes and mouth wide open in shock at her revelation.

Y/N took a deep breath, grabbed the warm food, and strolled out of the kitchen into the living room, deliberately avoiding eye contact with both Grace and Wooyoung. Pasta in hand, she placed it on the table, then went on to divvy it up onto the three plates Grace had set out. Grace was in full chatter mode, boasting about her dad to Wooyoung: "My father's a cop," "He's always busy," "He lives in Seoul." Y/N sensed Wooyoung's gaze, but she kept her focus on the task at hand.

"What's he like, huh? Bet he's not as handsome as me," Wooyoung quipped. Y/N had finished serving and was now seated across from Grace, clutching her fork tightly as Wooyoung's words hit her. She didn't dare lift her eyes to meet his, sensing the invisible daggers being thrown her way.

"I dunno. I've never actually seen him. But mom talks about him all the time, though," Grace answered.

"Grace, eat up. Plenty of time to chat later," Y/N commanded sternly, still avoiding eye contact with either of them.

"So, Mom's always chatting about him, huh?" Wooyoung prodded, spearing his pasta with his fork. "Why isn't he here with you guys?"

"Mom says we had to leave, never said why? But she also mentioned..." Grace began, only to be cut off by Y/N's sharper tone.

"Grace, focus on your food first," Y/N said, her voice carrying a hint of frustration that startled the little girl into obedience

"Don't scold her," Wooyoung intervened.

"For now, Wooyoung, please! We can talk about it later," Y/N's voice cracked slightly as she lifted her head, her eyes welling up with tears. Wooyoung felt a twinge of pain but remained silent, clenching his jaw and diverting his gaze.

All three of them sat there, munching away in total silence. The only interruption was the gentle hum of the washer calling it quits after its 15-minute cycle. Grace, being the first to finish, plopped her plate by the sink, admitting defeat in her battle to reach it. She scampered back to the living room, snuggling up next to Wooyoung with a grin plastered on her face.

"You know, my birthday's coming up. I'll turn 5 next month," she chirped.

"Really? When's the big day?" Wooyoung's voice wavered a bit, and Y/N could sense his struggle to keep it together. She knew he was hurting, loaded with questions he wanted to hurl her way. All that, she knew when she invited him over. Maybe that's what she was gearing up for all along—to spill the beans about Grace being his daughter. But how sure was she? Not so much.

"It's on the 28th of October," she replied.

Wooyoung managed a smile through the turmoil inside him. He couldn't quite pinpoint which feeling was winning out. Was it sorrow for all those missed years not knowing he had a daughter? Or was it joy in finally discovering he had one? Questions swirled in his head; each one directed at Y/N. But how could he broach them? After all, he was the one who ended things, who pushed her away.

Right now, all he wanted was to offer a silent thank-you to whatever celestial being might be listening. Thankful for this moment with Y/N. Back when he craved nothing but peace, now all he craved was answers.

Y/N and Wooyoung finished their meals, wrapping up dinner together. After clearing the dishes, Y/N turned to Grace, coaxing her to head to bed, which she reluctantly agreed to after some playful resistance. Grace insisted she had just met Wooyoung who she called "Mr. Handsome" and was eager to chat or play with him. Meanwhile, Wooyoung settled comfortably on the couch.

As Y/N stood up, she mentioned casually, "I'll grab your clothes from the washer, they should be dry by now." Returning moments later with a carry bag, she placed it on the table. "Your laundry's all set," Y/N informed him, then added, "Want some coffee? I'm brewing a pot for myself."

"Yeah, sure," Wooyoung whispered, feeling a bit uncertain about how to kick off the conversation, but knowing he had to confirm what he suspected. Y/N slipped back into the kitchen to brew some coffee for the both of them. Time seemed to hang in the balance as they both grappled with their curiosity.

Wooyoung's restless leg bouncing up and down and Y/N's rhythmic tapping on the kitchen counter spoke volumes. Before long, the coffee was ready. Taking a deep breath, Y/N gathered both cups, bracing herself for Wooyoung's inquiries. The steam from the mugs mingled in the air, and Y/N silently thanked her lucky stars that Grace was sound asleep.

Y/N could sense Wooyoung's eagerness to speak by the way his leg continued its restless dance and his face flushed with anticipation. "You can ask anything, Wooyoung," she said, her tone gentle yet encouraging. Without hesitation, Wooyoung posed his first question.

"Is she...?" Wooyoung didn't finish the sentence, instead gesturing toward the door upstairs. Y/N understood what he meant, and with a small voice, she confirmed, "Yes, she's your daughter," nodding in affirmation.

A frustrated sigh escaped Wooyoung's lips, his mind swirling with countless questions. The foremost among them: why had Y/N kept this from him? Y/N knew that if she waited for Wooyoung to unravel this tangled web of inquiries, it would take days to clear things up.

"I didn't keep it from you, Woo," she said, using the nickname she used to call him. It was surprising for him to hear that nickname again after five years, but it warmed his heart, making him feel loved after all this time. Sure, he had gone on some blind dates, but nothing felt right, and he had been searching for Y/N all along.

"I found out when I was already three months into my pregnancy after we broke up," Y/N explained, leaning forward from her spot on the recliner beside the couch, resting her elbows on her knees. "I tried to reach out to you. I even tried to go to your place, but you had moved out and didn't want to have anything to do with me."

A sob escaped Wooyoung's lips as tears welled up in his eyes, listening to Y/N recounting the whole story. He felt even more remorseful because Y/N was speaking so casually about it.

"I really tried, Woo. Before I moved to Jeju, I really tried," Y/N confessed, lifting her gaze to meet Wooyoung's glossy eyes, which mirrored her own tears.

"You're still calling me Woo!" Wooyoung chuckled sadly, memories of why he and Y/N broke up flooding back. He had thought she didn't love him anymore, that she was just with him for his power because he was a top-notch cop in Incheon. Everyone around him kept feeding him that idea, saying a catch like Y/N would only be interested in his status.

And then there were those damn rumors about Y/N and Mingi, another cop from their branch, supposedly being together. It all made him feel so insecure, pushing him to become overly possessive and toxic, eventually leading to their split.

"You'll always be my Woo," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, trying to hold back her tears.

"Why? You should be furious with me, punish me, yell at me, leave me." Wooyoung started to ramble, his emotions spilling out. "No, wait, be mad, slap me if you have to, but please, don't leave me again. And don't take Grace away from me. I want to be a part of your life, her life." His voice cracked as tears streamed down his face, dropping to his knees in front of Y/N, clutching her hands in desperation.

"I would never do that, Wooyoung. Grace is your daughter, you have every right to be in her life," Y/N said calmly, gently helping him back up onto the couch. "But we’ll take it slow okay.” Wooyoung nodded.

“It's late now. You should head back to your hotel. We'll talk more later." Wooyoung opened his mouth to protest, but Y/N cut him off gently. "And you can see her tomorrow, alright? I'm saving your number and mine in each other's phones. Just relax."

Wooyoung finally had what he needed to head back to his rented place with some peace of mind: Y/N's contact number. He was eagerly awaiting the night to come to an end. Now that he had found Y/N and discovered he had a daughter, all he could think about was being with them. He found himself shedding tears, cursing his luck for missing out on those precious five years.

He should've been there with Y/N and his daughter. He missed Grace's birth, her first step, her first word. He wasn't there to witness Y/N's pregnancy, to see her with that big baby bump. He wasn't there to support her through the toughest times, and the guilt weighed heavily on him. What made it worse was that Y/N seemed so calm about it all. She didn't show any anger or disgust. But why? That question kept swirling in his mind as he drifted off to sleep, pondering possible answers.

Part 2

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ᝰ AD0RECHUU 100 FOLLOWERS EVENT

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🏷️ to celebrate me hitting a 100 followers i’m going to do a prompt ask game! ━━ send me a number from the prompt lists down below + an obey me character or kpop idol and i will write you a blurb !

🏷️ prompt lists! ━━ credits: @creativepromptsforwriting what do you crave? a touch | a hug | a kiss | intertwined hands

🏷️ rules! ━━ 1. please don’t send me more than 3 prompts per ask and i will only write x reader stuff, also no smut but suggestive is fine. 2. feel free to send most idol groups (boy or girl groups) with the exception of en-, suju, nwjns and bts because i don’t stan them and if i don’t feel comfortable writing a certain person i will let you know 3. please be patient, the event won’t truly begin until next week so it might take a while. 4. send as many as you’d like! anons are v welcome! 5. let me know if you want it to be platonic other wise i will assume you don’t not (and i will exclusively write platonic for luke obvi) + i will try to keep it as gender neutral as possible (they/them pronouns) but otherwise it will be mentioned

🏷️ master list ! ━━ from 18 april to 23 april , 2023

❪ # i ❫ : LUCIFER.

req by @ari-shipping-stuff :: prompt 16

❪ # ii ❫ : SONG MINGI.

req by @meginthebuilding27 :: prompt 24 & 48

❪ # iii ❫ : MAMMON.

req by @sweatyjeans :: prompt 29 & 33

❪ # iv ❫ : CHOI JONGHO.

req by @bluehwale-main :: prompt 16

❪ # v ❫ : MAMMON.

req by @rieuvie :: prompt 17

❪ # vi ❫ : CHOI SEUNGCHEOL.

req by anon :: prompt 27 + 42 & 29

❪ # vii ❫ : JEONG YUNHO.

req by anon :: prompt 38 & 40

❪ # viii ❫ : JEONG YUNHO.

req by anon :: prompt 54

❪ # ix ❫ : PARK SEONGHWA.

req by @leo-seonghwa :: prompt 32

❪ # x ❫ : LUCIFER.

req by anon :: prompt 58 & 3

❪ # <3 ❫ : AFTER WORD.

❪ # xi ❫ : KANG YEOSANG. — 200+ Follower Special !

req by @seonghwaddict:: prompt 47 + 4 & 42

for some people a 100 might not to seem like a lot but know that i mean it seriously when i say thank you for this, i don’t feel like i deserve it and i hope that this shows at least a sliver of my gratitude to everyone I LOVE YOU <3 - zero

[pollenat]

“Empty hallways” | pjh.

➛ High school!au with TWICE’s Jihyo. I might’ve gotten a little bit carried away and it’s a little bit steamy in the beginning :| Had this Jihyo on mind.

➛ Word count: 961.

Your back is leaning against a radiator, now turned off because of the hot weather outside. Cold wind, the true relief at the end of Spring, blows in through an opened window. It’s skimming down your cheek to oppose the warmth coming from your front.

Jihyo’s head tips a little to the side, to try a new angle. Her eyes are closed and through the focused expression, you can tell that she’s absolutely lost in what she’s doing. Lips take your lower one in-between, to suck on it delicately. It takes you by surprise and your grip on her elbows tightens. A little sound of enjoyment comes out of your mouth. Just as you’re closing your eyes again, you see Jihyo smiling proudly. It’s crazy how easily you’re brought back to the fantastical reality of being with her.

It’s all slow, but you can’t add the word lazy. There’s nothing lazy about being pressed chest to chest with her. Jihyo’s breath blows at your lips and when you open them to change the angle, the smell of peppermint travels inside. Your hands let go of her elbows. Slowly, like snakes crawling up her body, fingers spread on her upper back to pull it closer. The motion is weak, you don’t have enough confidence to be rougher, nor do you want to come out as forceful. To your relief, Jihyo follows. Her bent knees move to put her body closer to yours. Now the tension between your chests is stronger, but you enjoy it. Being so close has your excitement growing.

One of Jihyo’s hands leaves the side of your neck, a hot imprint abandoned behind, to embrace you. Another hand travels up your chest to join it. Your noses press at one another, both letting out steam-like air to prove just how intense the moment is. One of your hands slowly slips down as the other reaches farther to tighten the grip. Though your body moves, you cannot form a single clear thought, all words consumed by Jihyo’s strong presence. She mumbles something, or maybe makes a noise (?), but too caught up by her kiss on the corner of your lips, you cannot make out the sense.

Just as you rest the hand on her hip, she pulls at your neck. She leans back, you lean forward, but you’re just as close as you were before. Her knees have your sides in another embrace, as if one wasn’t enough. You think you may-

A familiar sound rings in the empty classroom, forcing your eyes open. Jihyo is still locked in the dream you were sharing, but half of you has already left. When your hold weakens, she lets go of your lips, slightly confused. Then she hears the phone’s ringing and also looks to the side, at where you abandoned your bags.

“Mina-”

“What?”

“Mina is calling.” And you realize- “Oh shit. I forgot - I told her we can walk back together!”

Jihyo feigns offense, though she lets go of you completely to scramble to her feet. Her hair, skirt, shirt - all quickly neatened to hide the compromising situation one could find her in. You follow suit, a bit scared of the telling off you’re bound to get.

But there’s a thought creeping in the back of your head that’s partially embarrassing, partially enjoyable. You’ve just made out with Park Jihyo, your class’ president, in an empty classroom. And who knows, maybe if not for the phone call-

“We should go.” You grab your bag, too ashamed by the impure thoughts to look the girl in the eye. “She must be waiting.”

“Oh- Ah, right.”

Though you’re still embarrassed, you take the hold of Jihyo’s hand and lead her outside. The hallways are empty and spotless, as if it wasn’t a Thursday afternoon after busy hours of classes. Not even a soul can be spotted - nobody to listen to the sound of your and Jihyo’s quick footsteps. You skip down the stairs, never once daring a look behind. The grip you have on the girl’s hand is enough to both excuse you and affirm you of her presence.

Just as you pass the last step, both you and her let go. Now you’re just two spirits sprinting out of the school, like the students starving their free time. After all, nobody would willingly stay in school in the afternoon.

“There you are! I’ve been waiting!” Mina looks surprised to see you with Jihyo, though she makes no comment on it.

“Mina!” Still a little breathless, the girl you’ve been kissing just a few minutes ago (oh, let it go head, won’t you?) makes a 180° turn. Now she sounds as cheerful as her sweet smile looks. “Sorry.”

“What were you so busy with you didn’t even answer my calls?”

“Oh, (y/n)’s just bad at anatomy.” Jihyo jumps in her spot, hands now holding onto Mina’s arm. “I was showing them my studying method!”

The other girl seizes the two of you suspiciously, obviously deeming the excuse weird. It’s a random reasoning for staying behind after school - a normal pair of friends would go to a cafe. Quick to avoid Mina’s judging gaze, you check the contents of your bag to look indifferent.

“Alright.“ Jihyo looks at you as well. ”So can we go now?” You hurry them, not anywhere near the need to tell Mina what really had you so busy. “I’ll buy you a cake to compensate.”

“Better make it a good one.”

And just like that, Mina is put as a wall between you and Jihyo, as you grab her other arm. After all, you don’t want to put her in an awkward position of having two friends together. Or so you tell yourself.

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[renjunphile]

Almost Midnight | Kim Mingyu

word count • 5.6k

pairing • seventeen's kim mingyu x female reader

tags&warnings • high school!au, college!au, friends to lovers!au, coming of age!au

inspired by • midnights by rainbow rowell

synopsis • december thirty-first. kim mingyu finds his life entwined and woven with your life every new year's eve and this year it'd be nice if he didn't kiss just any other girl who sat next to him when the ball dropped for the sake of the sentiment.

note • this is a republish and re-write of the same story that included an idol i no longer support and associate with. i really liked the plot so i repurposed into something i can be proud of again:)

SOPHOMORE YEAR

TO PUT IT SIMPLY, you knew Kim Mingyu as a friend of a friend of a friend. There was no connection between the two of you other than he went to the same high school that you did and that he was in your year. While your high school wasn't massive and it was definitely easy enough to know everyone, you were somewhat of a recluse during your high school life. Okay- recluse is a bit of a hyperbole, but it meant that you preferred to stay with the friends you've had for years already and you were comfortable and contented enough to not crave to venture out for more.

Mingyu and his friends were very loud, in all aspects. They attracted eyes to them wherever they went for reasons such as their laughs were so loud or that they were insanely, insanely attractive so that eyes just naturally migrated to them as soon as they stepped in. Frankly, it was unfair how teenage boys could all be so gorgeous, but frankly, you weren't all that interested.

From all the dramas that you watched, you learnt that boys brought with them heart-pounding, breath-stopping feelings but that was never without pain and suffering and torture of schemes and dramas and all that. You could deal with the former, but you'd be caught dead before you got to experience the latter. Life for you was all about trying to get through it easy; you wanted plain sailing and nothing more. The only suffering you were going to impose on yourself was that of schoolwork and pining over the leads in dramas. That was it- nothing more.

"I don't want to go," you stated, blinking impassively at your best friend, who deflated visibly at your words.

"Y/N! Why not?" she huffed, setting down her bag on the floor and taking the space in front of you, "Our first party of high school, Y/N! C'mon, Seungkwan invited me himself!"

"Yes, Seungkwan invited you, not your dorky friend, aka me," you argued, "It's just a night of getting drunk, making mistakes and waking up feeling like shit. Look, I'll pass."

"Y/N, you really think a bunch of high school sophomores are about to get blackout drunk? Just because it's a senior party doesn't mean that we're stupid enough to let go of ourselves," she fought back.

"It's a senior party? Yujin, come on! A senior party?" you exclaimed in surprise, "Where's Herin? I'm sure she'd agree with me. And yes, sophomores are definitely stupid enough to let go of themselves at a party. Ever heard of peer pressure?"

"Look, it's a party by Seungkwan's senior friends. You know that group right? Kwan told me that they don't even let him drink that much. Herin already agreed to go," she folded her arms and quirked her eyebrows- uh oh, "And it's on New Year's Eve."

"No, no, no! Why are you doing this to me, Jin?" you groaned.

Every year since about three years ago, the three of you spent New Year's Eve together in a sleepover at Yujin's house and the tradition stuck. New Year's Eve was creeping around the corner and you three had already begun making plans for the night (American rom-coms and chick-flicks), but Yujin's invite to the party sent all that crashing down.

"What about Legally Blonde? And Clueless and 10 Things?" you retorted.

"Just this one party, Y/N. For me, please. This is important to me. You can be our sober mother of the night," she broke out into her soft, large puppy eyes and you knew that if you didn't agree, she'd soon break into repulsive cute expressions and an intolerable high pitch pleading voice.

"Just because you've been crushing on Seungkwan since 5th grade, then," you huffed, already feeling as if you'd regret all your decisions, "Just so you know, Elle Woods and Cher Horowitz are very disappointed in you."

DECEMBER 31ST, SOPHOMORE YEAR, ALMOST MIDNIGHT

Thankfully, Yujin and Herin didn't force you to squeeze into some tight dress or heels, just grateful that you even came to supervise them. You were stood in your favourite skirt, a nice top and your favourite sneakers scanning the crowd of Yoon Jeonghan's living room. Admittedly, there was definitely not as many people as you presumed. There were definitely less than 100 people and so far, no one had climbed up onto the coffee table to swing and dance shirtless. Good thing anyway; the coffee table was glass and it looked pretty expensive.

Your place in the corner of the room was incredibly favourable because if you just extended your hand out a little, it would rest on the snack table that was overflowing with goods. Jeonghan definitely spared no expenses when it came to snacks, which was a good thing because drunk teenagers were very hungry people, so it was amusing for you to see all the people frequently coming and going between the snack table and the couches or tables.

"Why don't you go sit down? You can't stand here all night," your attention was ripped from your phone to a pair of sparkling, if not slightly dazed, eyes.

"Is it a crime?" you humoured, quirking the sides of your lips up slightly. From his point of view, you were a friendly, casual girl but you were so nervous inside to speak to him, "I do quite like being with the snacks."

"I mean no; it just seems tiring. Are your friends here?" his eyes turned to the table, scanning for viable food, "Fair enough- you can have a constant stream of snacks, but a party is all about socialising. You can eat snacks at home. I'm Mingyu, by the way."

You knew that. Kim Mingyu was incredibly popular with his fluffy hair, kind eyes and very, very tall stature.

"Y/N," you replied, "And yes they are. Yujin's sat over there with Seungkwan and Herin is with Jihyo and Chaeyoung. I'm not a very social person; I was forced here."

"I know who you are," he chuckled slightly, "It's not a big school and yeah, I can tell. Why don't you just go home?"

"Trying to get me to leave already? I sleep over at Yujin's every New Year's Eve," you explained, "Try the almond brownies; they're so good!"

"I'd rather not have my tongue swell out of my mouth and have difficulty breathing tonight, thanks," he grimaced, "And no, I'm just saying it's a bit boring to just stand by yourself at a party all night."

"Oh, you're allergic? That sucks," you said, "Have you been watching me or something?"

"Ah, no, I've just been contemplating whether to get a snack or not all night and you happen to be in my vision every time I look up," he shrugged nonchalantly, "Oh yuck!"

"What? Is one of the snacks bad?"

"No. Kwnnie is giving your friend the look. Oh damn, that's disgusting," he groaned, tearing his eyes away from Seungkwan and Yujin on the couch.

You squinted your eyes at the two on the couch, "What look? He's looking at her normally, right?"

"No, no, no. Look at his eyes. They're completely soft, completely hopeful and his eyebrows are slightly tilted up in anticipation. Oh, it must be almost midnight. He'll soon break out even more into the 'hey, is it okay if I kiss you?' expression. Disgusting," Mingyu was giggling. It was adorable, to say the least.

"What, kissing?" you pressed on. You found it hard to believe someone like Mingyu found kissing disgusting. He was probably located in a dark park every Friday night with a female companion based on his heartthrob reputation.

"No, just the sentiment of it all- you know, waiting until New Year's Eve to just score a kiss with someone," Mingyu expressed, "Just kiss them whenever you want, you know?"

"I think it's cute," you said quietly, "Kissing someone on the stroke of midnight to wish good fortune for your relationship for the year ahead. Obviously, I don't believe the whole fortune thing, but it's a nice sentiment at least."

"Ten!"

You didn't know what you were talking about- you've never hugged a boy other than your relatives, let alone kissed one.

"Nine!"

"It kinda feels like cheating, to me. A cop out," Mingyu shrugged, taking a sip from the cup you noticed he was holding. It reeked of alcohol, "But people do whatever to give them a reason, I guess."

"Five!"

"Yeah, I guess," you watched intently as Seungkwan's face intensified and Yujin shuffled herself closer to him micrometre by micrometre. It was endearing, at best.

"Four!"

"Three!"

Seungkwan leaned his face closer. You looked beside you to see Mingyu watching them too. Mingyu must have been Mark's best friend.

"Two!"

"One!"

"Well, happy new year, Y/N," Mingyu remarked to you.

"Happy new year to you too, Mingyu," you smiled, "It was nice to meet you."

"Hey, the next time you come to a party, don't be a stranger and stand around by the snack table, yeah?"

"I doubt you'll see me at many more parties, Mingyu."

DECEMBER 31st, JUNIOR YEAR, ALMOST MIDNIGHT

Kim Mingyu was a very, very big character. You wouldn't have guessed this the first time you met because he seemed very mellow and chill, but gradually, in the span of a year, you learned that Kim Mingyu was outright crazy at the best of times. He was loud and boisterous, like your prejudice of him before the two of you were acquainted, and he was very funny, never ever failing to put a smile on your face. He had a child-like spirit and aura, always finding the fun in everything.

"As always, here you are," Mingyu quirked an eyebrow towards you in amusement.

"As always? You mean like once before," you scoffed.

"I can't believe that you didn't come to a single party all of last year! Why come again this year since you hate parties so much?" he munched on a chocolate bar.

"Same reason as last year; I'm sleeping at Yujin's," you shrugged, "And because you blackmailed me saying you'll tell Choi Seungcheol that I had a minor crush on him when I was a freshman and he was a junior."

Your eyes fell onto light blue hair contained in a sweat band across his forehead amongst the crowd. He had graduated a couple of years ago, but he was still as good looking as ever, if not more.

"It was a fat crush, from the way you described it," Mingyu's eyes twinkled with mischief, "You fell in love with him because he held the door open for you that one time."

You grimaced, smacking his arm lightly, "I was not in love with him. It was a minor crush. Go choke on some tree nuts, Mingyu."

"Happy anniversary to you too, Y/N," he retorted.

"Anniversary?" you frowned in confusion.

"We met right here, last year," he gestured to your general surroundings in the corner of Yoon Jeonghan's living room, as he looked down at his watch, "Almost at this time too."

"I've been here for like two hours. It took you this long to approach me!" you huffed playfully.

"Hey, unlike last year, you've actually been speaking to people; that's a miracle, by the way. I wasn't about to interrupt. Anyway, I've been caught up by a few things."

"You mean by Sori?" you found the brunette-haired beauty sitting beside one of her friends. You had examined how she accompanied a good chunk of Mingyu's time that night.

"Have you been watching me, or something?" he echoed your words from last year.

"No, I just happened to see once or twice," you dismissed, "She's definitely going to try and kiss you tonight."

"She's a nice girl."

And that was your answer. Mingyu wouldn't mind kissing her, from the way he said it- even if he found the whole kiss thing cheesy. You deflated.

Over the year that you had known Mingyu, the two of you grew very close to the point that you hardly ever missed a day without speaking in some form, whether that be in real life or through text. The thing that made your unpredicted friendship work was that you two were almost polar opposites. You were able to mellow out his crazy and your chill was made a little more exciting by his brightness. It was an unusual, but necessary friendship.

Unfortunately, the one downside to being friends with Kim Mingyu was that it was so easy to fall in love with him. Mingyu gave you warmth; he made you feel comfortable and he made you feel worthy. He could make you laugh in any situation and supported you in your hard times. What else would you want in a relationship?

But Kim Mingyu was as unattainable as the stars in a far away galaxy and that was that.

"Ten!"

"Oh, the countdown's starting," Mingyu duly noted.

Like last year, Seungkwan and Yujin were gravitating towards each other closer and closer. They had been together for almost a year now and were inseparable as ever.

You observed Sori stand from where she was sat and approach your way. Mingyu tensed up visibly.

"Seven!"

"Hey, Mingyu, do you have a moment?"

"Five!"

"Sure," Mingyu smiled at Sori, turning his back to you.

"Three!"

"Two!"

Your whole entire being froze.

"One!"

"Happy new year, Mingyu," Sori said sentimentally, as she connected her lips with the man of your dreams.

DECEMBER 31st, SENIOR YEAR, ALMOST MIDNIGHT

Mingyu was dancing on top of the coffee table.

Jeonghan's family had recently bought a new coffee table, which looked a lot stronger than the glass one of previous years, but no coffee table was built for the purpose of one very tall and newly buff guy jumping and fist pumping on it. You were in the corner, covering your laughs with your hand.

"Y/N!" he screeched at the top of his lungs as he stumbled off the table, "Join me!"

"No, you are insane, Gyu," you resisted him as he tugged on your hand, "Are you drunk?"

"Nope, just high on life," Mingyu winked, "C'mon, live a little! It's our last party in high school."

"But it's definitely not our last party on New Year's Eve in this house; Seungcheol, Joshua, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Jihoon, Jun and Soonyoung have all graduated college and they're still here!" you pointed out, your eyes passing over a few of them mixed in the crowd.

"Please?" he widened his eyes into a puppy-dog expression, "Please dance with your best friend?"

"I'm not dancing with you on top of a coffee table, Mingyu," you stated firmly, "I don't really have a thing for public humiliation. And I'm not your best friend; Wonwoo is."

"No, you are my best friend. So is Wonwoo and Seungkwan and Minghao and Seokmin and Shua and Vernon and Junhui and-"

"I get it- you have more friends than me, Gyu," you chuckled.

"Hey, that's not what I'm saying," he rolled his eyes, clasping his hand around your wrist even tighter, "Please?"

"Gyu," you groaned, stomping in protest.

"Fine, you party-pooper," he stuck his tongue out at you endearingly and relaxed by your side, which caught you by surprise due to the eyes trained on him waiting for his triumphant return to the table.

"What are you doing?" you inquired.

"What do you mean?"

"Aren't you... getting back on the table?" you questioned.

"I'm kinda tired anyway," Mingyu shrugged, "And I think i noticed a dent in the wood so maybe I shouldn't get back on."

"Oh my God, you better pray Han never finds out," you snorted, "You're crazy- you know that right?"

"If crazy you mean crazy for you, then, yes I do," he winked teasingly.

Your cheeks flared up. You'd been friends with Mingyu for a couple of years and yet he still had this effect on you. You figured he'd continue making you feel this way for a long, long time.

Kim Mingyu was not the kind of guy that was easy to get over. Getting over him was certainly, certainly not as easy as falling in love with him, and you knew it too because you'd been trying to get over him for months and months and months, to no avail.

"Hey, what's up in that nutcase shell of yours?" he flicked his finger gently on your head, "A party is not meant for thinking."

"Shut up," you said quietly; you didn't have very much to retort with as your head emptied to only contain thoughts of him.

"No, tell me. Thoughts aren't fun, so you should share to lessen the burden," he prodded.

You stifled a laugh, "How drunk are you, Gyu? Thoughts aren't fun? Is that why you seem so brainless all the time? Because you don't like doing the primary function of humans- thinking?"

"And you're dodging my question with your favourite defence mechanism- insulting me," he fired back quietly as he grasped your wrist again, tugging you down the large hallway, which was still filled with people, yet less so than the living room. He slid down against a wall in a spot between a few people and pulled you down with him, "Now tell your best friend what's up."

"Bold of you to assume you're my best friend when Yujin and Herin exist," you folded your arms to warm yourself up.

"I am your best friend. You are mine. People can have multiple best friends, so stop dodging and spill. Don't disappoint me on our friendaversary," he pouted.

You looked to him with some kind of awe in your eyes that you prayed he didn't pick up on, "You're something else, you know that right? But fine," you inhaled and exhaled deeply to collect yourself, "Humour me, Mingyu; what would you do if you want something that you know you can't have? Something so out of reach that you only dream of it, but you crave it. There are consequences for going for it, but if you don't, you're left with this kind of emptiness similar to a void left by a broken heart. What do you do?"

The playful glint that always seemed to reside in his eyes dulled for a few moments as he cocked his head in thought, "Oh damn, you went in deep, Y/N. I really was just expecting some small thing, but I guess for me, life is all about living in a way that at the end of it all, you'll look back to see no regrets. If it's something that you think you can't have, but you have the chance to go for it, then there's really a chance it's all in your head and that the thing is something you can have after all. If the thing was oh-so-forbidden, there'd be no way for you to reach it. Either way, there are consequences, right? The emptiness is a consequence. If you try, and yet you fail, at least you know you tried. What's worse is not trying and being left to wonder all your life about what could have been."

You listened and digested every wise word that he spewed. This kind of Mingyu was one you'd seen before, but not often. This side was usually reserved for pre-sunrise, post-midnight chats through grainy webcams and unsteady audio.

"I thought that you didn't like to think," you looked down and smiled, mostly to yourself.

"Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures. My best friend needs help and I've come to the rescue," you heard him laugh that beautiful laugh and lean his head back onto the wall.

The number of times he had called you his best friend in the past few minutes. He had no idea what situation he was offering advice on. He had no idea that he was egging on his best friend to confess to him. You knew that you couldn't take his advice; you were far too weak for that. You imagined that maybe one day, in the far, far future, you'll be able to tell him about how you were in love with him for years, but definitely not now.

"So, when are you going to confess to the boy you like?"

Record scratch. Freeze frame. Shocked expression.

You snapped your head to meet Mingyu's eyes, "W-what? What are you talking about?"

"C'mon, Y/N, we both know you're not talking about some kind of material possession like a bag or a cake. It's obviously a boy. That's the way people talk about forbidden loves," he chuckled, "I may be drunk and losing brain cells as we speak, but Y/N, I'm not stupid or clueless. Just confess to the boy, or girl, if that's what you like. If they reject you, I'll be here to beat them up and then take you out for ice cream afterwards."

You shook your head vehemently, "No- no, you've got this all wrong."

"Stop denying it," he chortled, "As your best friend I know when you lie. You put on this high pitched voice and get all fidgety. You should work on that, Y/N. But seriously, just confess, Y/N. You'll regret not doing so, especially if they're in our year and about to go graduate and go off to college."

You slumped against the wall and let out a sigh, "I know you're right, Gyu, but I also know i'm weak."

"You'll be okay," he reassured you, and you could feel the smile in his beautiful voice, "I'm here for you."

"Ten!"

Oh my God, the countdown was beginning.

"Nine!"

You've never had a New Year's Kiss.

"Eight!"

You probably should have secured one earlier in the night with all those fancy eyebrow quirks Mingyu talked about the first time you met.

"Seven!"

Or maybe you should confess to Mingyu.

"Six!"

And ruin his night? Forget it! You'll ruin his New Year's.

"Five!"

No, Y/N! No better time than the present right? Just tell him you like him, and kiss him and then never speak to him again. You're going to college in a few months anyway.

"Hey, Mingyu?"

"Yes, princess?"

"I-"

"Mingyu!

Fuck. The girl on the other side of him probably wants to kiss him. Everyone does, including you.

"Do you have a New Year's Kiss?" the girl asked him with a deepened, sultry voice.

"Two!"

"No, I don't."

"One."

You squeezed your eyes shut, as you felt the shuffling of Mingyu leaning closer towards the girl beside you.

Don't cry, Y/N. He's not worth it.

"Happy New Year!"

You scoffed and listened to the sound of your heart cracking into pieces instead of the loud cheers and hoots and the sound of Mingyu kissing another girl.

DECEMBER 31st, FRESHMAN YEAR OF COLLEGE, ALMOST MIDNIGHT

You haven't seen Mingyu in months. Ever since you parted ways for college, you've been deprived of your sweet best friend, who remained as your best friend and nothing more in the time after. You were now separated by more than a couple of hours, and neither of you had the time, or money to close those miles between you.

Maybe it was better that way. You didn't have to be reminded of the heartbreak and the void he unintentionally left with you every time that you looked at his face. Despite that, you can say that you miss him a lot- like, a lot. Before you fell in love with him, he really was your best friend and continues to be.

Even through your busy college schedules, he tries and makes time for you. Be it sending a meme or a little Snapchat update or even a rare late-night phone call, he really tries to keep your friendship strong. Of course, you reciprocate, because having Mingyu out of your life was far worse than having him in your life but only as your best friend. You'll survive. You'll manage. One day, you'll move on.

The annual tradition of the New Year's Party at Yoon Jeonghan's house was upheld and everyone you knew that always attended was present at the moment, except him. The missing presence of Kim Mingyu was felt largely. It was a party, yet it felt quiet. He really was the life of the party- a buzz directed your attention to your phone.

from: gyu:p

how's the party? dead without me?

to: gyu:p

lowkey, it kind of is. so get your ass here to bring it back to life like it normally is.

from: gyu:p

that's what i like to hear \(>.>)/ i'll be there really soon. can't wait to see your pretty face. missed u so much y/n!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The way that Mingyu texted was confusing. It left you with a lot of confusing feelings. He was flirty by nature- that you knew very well. That didn't mean that every time he texted something of the sort, you didn't experience the usual butterflies- you always did.

You sighed and slipped your phone into your jean pocket. You couldn't wait to see Mingyu.

He had vacationed over the winter holidays with his family, and they hadn't planned to return until after New Year's, but a very persistent Mingyu convinced them to let him go back alone. The party was very important; it was a meaningful tradition of gathering together with your best friends to start the New Year off right.

When Mingyu arrived, you were alerted quickly due to the fact that a million voices cried out in surprise. No one had known he would be making an appearance apart from you and a select few others. It wasn't really a big thing; he just chose not to publicly announce it, so everyone who asked knew.

He was crowded by people as soon as he stepped in, and that wasn't really your scene, so you stayed beside your usual spot by the snack table and watched fondly as people passed him around like a pass-the-parcel gift, waiting to strip him of every story that he had of college. It was okay; you knew them all anyway.

It took him exactly 27 minutes to finally reach you, at which point you were kind of restless, "Took you long enough," you tutted towards him as he approached with a shy smile.

His hair was a light brown teetering on the edge of blonde. You had only seen it in pictures, which you then realised didn't do it justice because he looked so ethereal approaching you, "What can I say? I'm popular."

"And humble as ever," you grin as you accept his warm hug.

The way that his large arms snaked around you made you feel safe, secure, protected and loved; it was the kind of hug that you never desired to break from as you snuggled yourself as close as you could to him.

"Oh, you really missed me huh?" you almost pulled away at his teasing statement, "But I missed you more. God, I can't believe I lived without my best friend like that. Should I transfer to your college? Maybe you could come to mine."

"Shut up, you drama queen," you voice muffled against his jumper, "I missed your stupid face. It's not the same through a screen."

He was the first to pull away, "I know. Let's try and meet up instead of leaving months of waiting. Stop wasting your money on those k-pop idols that you like and maybe you can afford a train ticket."

"Hey, watch where you're treading, Kim," you squinted at him playfully, "But yes, let's save up for a train ticket. Still, I can't believe you convinced your parents to let you leave your holiday early."

"I'm an adult, Y/N. I'm literally in college; they have no rule over me," he huffed.

"He says, as he continues to depend on his mother's frozen tupperwares of food to feed him," you tease.

"Aish, still so mean," he grunted, "You know, I'm here because I didn't want to miss our friendaversary! It's very important to me! What is it- 3 years now?"

You smiled lightly, "3 years actually isn't a very long time."

"It is with you," he dropped, "For all the suffering you've inflicted on me. It's felt like forever."

You let out a laugh and smack your hand against his arm, "You're just as mean as I am!"

"That's why we're best friends," he grinned, "Oh, and I'm here because I have to tell you something."

"So do I!"

You had no idea what he wanted to tell you. For all you assumed, it was that he had a new girlfriend that he didn't tell you about, but you had exactly one thing to tell him.

The decision to confess was one that you didn't come to easily. It was a decision that came with many sleepless nights and bruised and peeling lips from biting them in thought. However, it was just an opportunity too good. You could tell him, then disappear for months when he rejected you. You would have no reason to see him, being miles away and all that. When in high school, you would've had to see him far too often for it to be tolerable.

You needed to confess. You knew it was going to break your friendship, but this was a burden that weighed too heavy. It anchored you to the depths of suffering every time you spoke to him and you were over it. You needed to tell him, whatever the consequence. Sure, he'd reject you, but you thought that after a while, the two of you could return to being friends again. After all, time heals everything and maybe confession was the step that would kick-start Plan Get Over Kim Mingyu.

"Hey Mingyu?" a feminine voice that didn't belong to you called to him. The noises of heels clinking on laminated floors grew stronger, "Can we talk?"

Your eye darted to the clock. It was almost midnight.

"No!" you protested firmly, "Not to be crass, but literally leave. I'm speaking to him."

The girl's mouth dropped in shock as she scanned you up and down, "Yah, what's up with you? That was so unwarranted. Whatever."

You huffed in contention as she marched away, before turning to the gobsmacked Mingyu.

"What is up with you?" he gawked, "What has college done to my polite little bird?"

You crossed your arms and huffed, "My problem is that you say that the idea of a New Year's Eve kiss is lame, let every single year you just submit yourself to hypocrisy and kiss every girl within 5 feet of you when the ball drops. My problem is that you always do it while I'm next to you, Mingyu, and it bothers the fuck out of me."

He scrunches his eyebrows together as he stares at you in confusion, "I- I'm sorry? I won't do it again? I'll kiss away from you? I'll not kiss anyone at all? What do you want me to say? You're confusing me, Y/N."

"No! You're confusing me, you giant idiot," you huffed, "Okay- I'm only saying this because I never have to see you when I leave for college again, but dammit, Kim Mingyu. I'm in love with you. There! I said it! Only took me a year since you gave me the advice to do it, but there! I've been in love with you for three years and it's been painful watching you kiss everyone but me."

"Ten!"

Oh, the damn countdown begins.

"Nine!"

Mingyu stands in front of you with an unreadable expression.

"Eight!"

Even then, you still think you can see the most beautiful galaxies in his eyes.

"Seven"

You groan inwardly as regret seeps into your bones, "You're not going to say anything?"

"Six!"

He closes his mouth and tugs his lower lip inwards, catching it with his teeth. You shake your head.

"Five!"

The cracking of your heart was louder than any other year. It was also painful, this time around, in such an inexplicable way.

"Four!"

You meet his eyes, "I'm really sorry to ruin our friendship, but I had to, Mingyu. It was beginning to get painful keeping it inside."

"Three!"

You turn away.

"Two!"

He catches your wrist, and swivels you around, but also pulls you close to him.

"Y/N, you're such an idiot," he sighs, with a grin invading his face, "I adore you. I cherish you. I love you. I'm in love with you."

"One!"

"W-what?"

And then the feeling of his lips on yours overcomes all the sensations in your body until he is the only thing you feel. The loud cheers of a new year blossoming is unnoticeable when all you could focus on was Mingyu.

As quickly as your heart broke, he pieced it right back together for you with just one touch. He realigned every star in your galaxy and lit up every dark corner and crevice.

He was a wondrous boy, of wondrous light. Kim Mingyu was wonderful, and he was wonderfully yours and kissing you at that moment.

"Y/N?" he mumbled against your lips as he slightly pulled away. The soft pads of his fingers felt comforting as they caressed the warm skin of your cheeks.

In a haze, you smile against his lips, "Yes, Mingyu?"

"Did you happen to eat some tree nuts earlier tonight?" he stutters out, "Cause I think I'm getting an allergic reaction. Either that or my love for you is crippling me."

You pull away in alarm and notice his swelling lips, "Oh my God, Mingyu, you're having an allergic reaction! Yes, I did eat nuts! Was I expecting to kiss you tonight? No! Call the ambulance, Mingyu-"

He laughs, dismissing the forthcoming effects that would soon render him ugly, swelled and pained, "No, I think it's my crippling love for you."

"Mingyu, you idiot. Stop flirting with me and get your epipen out!"

[twiceinadream]

“Oh, baby.”

Requested: Nope

Prompt: Pregnant! Omega! Jihyo is feeling pretty pent up in her breasts, Alpha! Reader might know just how to help.

a/u: Happy 3 year anniversary, guys! We made it! I’m over the moon to see how far this blog has come and how grateful I am for all of you, all 3.7k of you all. I hope you enjoy the most self-indulgent thing I’ve ever written. Thank you for all the love and support, I love you guys!

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Word Count: 2.4k

[C/W: Contains lactation]

The summer sun filtered into yours and Jihyo’s home as the idol hummed to herself as she scrolled through her phone. One hand rested against her baby bump as an ever persistent smile graced her lips, the thought of your guy’s pups growing inside her always made her heart flutter and body warm. But she couldn’t help shifting a bit as she tried to get a little more comfortable, ever since Jihyo had entered her third trimester her breasts had been feeling, for the lack of better words, pent up.

She couldn’t explain it, she had forgone wearing a bra since the added pressure only made the pain worse. To her surprise and your pleasure, her breasts had gone up a cup size or two since the start of her pregnancy and dealing with bras had long since slipped from her concerns. The Omega’s brain was still mulling over those thoughts when her nose twitched as she caught wind of your scent as you opened the front door.

“Jihyo-ah, I’m home!” You called out to your wife as you carried in some groceries, quickly dropping them off on the kitchen counter as you walked into the living room where your mate was. A smile growing on your face as you leaned down to give her a quick peck on her lips, “Hi, baby.”

Jihyo smiled up at you as she suddenly felt a kick below her palm, “Hey, Y/N-ah, someone’s happy you’re home too.”

You couldn’t hold back the blinding grin that overtook your lips as you kneeled on the ground and placed a kiss on Jihyo's belly, “Hi, to you too, I missed you while I was gone. You’ll never guess what your Mama made me pick up for her because of you.” A fond smile grew on the Omega’s face as she watched the interaction between you and your still-growing pup.

“Well if you’re gonna blame anyone for my cravings, blame Dumpling.” Jihyo pouted at you as you pulled an ottoman from the armchair beside you to sit in front of her. Gently bringing one of her legs into your lap as you massaged her swollen ankles, much to your wife’s appreciation.

“How dare you blame, Dumpling, they are an angel. You on the other hand…” You trailed off with a suggestive smile as your mate leaned forward to swat at you, but trying to reach forward caused her to accidentally squeeze her breasts against her belly as she hissed in pain.

Your smile dropped as you gently set her leg on the ground as you shot up to sit next to her, concern evident in your eyes as you began rubbing a hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay? Was it, Dumpling?”

Jihyo shook her head as she gently sat back into the couch, “No, I,” a light blush colored her cheeks as she refused to meet your eyes, “accidentally put too much pressure on my breasts. They’ve been super sensitive and practically folding myself over them did not help.”

The confession of what had actually happened wasn’t one you were expecting but you couldn’t say that you weren’t a little pleased with it. You bit your lip in thought before you asked, “Do you want my help? I think I know what it might be, I think I remember reading about it somewhere.”

Jihyo shrugged, “Sure, if you think it’ll make it better. I’ll try anything.”

You nodded sympathetically as you stood, holding out your hand for her to take, “We should probably do this in a more comfortable area.”

—

You led Jihyo back to your guy’s bedroom as you grabbed a towel from the bathroom and a bottle of lotion, “Can you take your shirt off?”

The bluntness of your question made Jihyo laugh a little as she teased you, “How classy, Alpha. Knock a girl up and suddenly you can just tell her to show you her boobs.” The seriousness of your wife’s statement made you pause as you suddenly started floundering for words.

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that. It wasn’t supposed to come off as ‘show me your boobs, I’m an Alpha’.” You groaned out loud, “I thought that sounded sincere I…wait why are you laughing?”

Jihyo could no longer suppress her enjoyment at how flustered you got, “I’m kidding, Jagi.” Your wife stuck her tongue out at you as she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head and threw it onto the floor. Your mouth falling open slightly at the sight of her very full breasts on display, you had probably seen her naked more times than you could remember but she never ceased to be just as beautiful as the first time, “Close your mouth, Y/N-ah, you’ll catch flies.”

You shook your head as you remembered what you were doing, “Right, sorry.” You moved to sit behind your mate as you placed the towel over her belly and put some lotion on your hands, “I think the pressure you’re feeling is congested milk ducts. I read that massaging them could help relieve the pressure.”

The Omega looked at you skeptically, “Is that so? Or are you just looking for an excuse to touch me, L/N Y/N.” Jihyo teased, “What’s the towel for anyway.”

You rolled your eyes, “The towel is just in case it gets messy…and so Dumpling doesn’t see.” Your mate giggled, making you scowl at her, “Do you want my help or not?”

“I do, by all means, I’m yours.” The sultry lilt to your wife’s voice made you shift a little to relieve the way your alpha-hood swelled in your pants.

You took a deep breath in hopes of calming your raging hormones as you reached up to cup your mate’s breasts. Jihyo’s boobs had always been a little too big to fit completely in your palms, but ever since the start of her pregnancy it seemed like they were now overflowing from your hands as you began massaging them gently. Jihyo moaned softly as you began kneading the soft flesh, your thumbs running along the sides of her breasts as the pressure felt like it was beginning to build up behind her nipples.

After another run of your thumbs she suddenly felt a wetness begin leaking from her nipples, her eyes going wide as she looked down to see that she was leaking milk. Her jaw fell ajar as you continued your ministrations, coaxing out more milk as rivulets of off-white drops began dribbling down her chest. You looked equally amazed from behind her shoulder as you watched her nipples drip with milk, your pants suddenly grew incredibly uncomfortable as your cock hardened, “Holy shit.” You whispered breathlessly into your mate’s ear on accident as Jihyo suddenly felt her panties flood with wetness. You smell her arousal in the air as you inhale her scent, a possessive growl sounded from deep in your throat as you sucked at the long-healed bite mark on your wife’s neck. The Omega keening at the attention.

“That feels so good, baby.” The Omega whined softly as you kept kneading her breasts, milk began to steadily flow down your fingers as Jihyo let out soft moans.

A sudden and very dirty thought crossed your mind as you licked your lips, “Can I taste you?”

The question definitely caught Jihyo off guard but she couldn’t deny that the idea sounded just as hot to her as it did to you, “Please.” Her voice was barely above a whisper as you released the hold you had on her chest, she immediately missed your touch as you fell to your knees on the ground in front of her.

You looked to her for permission as she nodded deftly, waiting in anticipation as you sat up a little to place a few kisses on her belly before trailing kisses up to her right breast. You stuck your tongue out to gather the trail of milk leading up to her nipple, you were slightly surprised with how sweet it tasted as you brought your lips to wrap around the source of the sweetness as your cheeks hollowed as you began sucking. It took a few seconds before your mouth was suddenly greeted with a torrent of milk as Jihyo’s hand shot out to grasp the fabric of your shirt as she pulled you in closer. Feeling a rush of ecstasy filled her being as the pressure she had been feeling for weeks was beginning to feel relieved.

The feeling of you draining her pent up breasts made her throw her head back in pleasure as you switched to the other. You moaned deep in your throat as the warm milk slid down your throat and settled heavily in your stomach. If the universe would let you, you could’ve probably stayed in that moment forever as you relieved your mate’s pain and drank the most addictive liquid you think you’ve ever had.

As you completely drained Jihyo, the idol could no longer ignore the wetness that had probably ruined her panties at this point and how her pussy was beginning to clench around nothing. Lucky for her, the pressure of your completely stiff alpha-hood had grown too uncomfortable to be confined in your pants as somewhere in between feeding from her, you had shoved your pants and boxers down your thighs as your roach hard dick flexed up to your stomach in the cool air of the room. Your scent was intoxicating as she pulled at your shirt so you would stand.

“I..I need…you so bad, Y/N.” Jihyo practically begged as she tugged you into a messy kiss. She could faintly taste remnants of her milk on your lips and tongue as you felt her so that she was laying on her side on the bed as you hovered over her. Mindlessly reaching for a pillow she could prop her leg up on as you quickly discarded her shorts and sodden underwear to the floor. Slick coated her thighs as your mouth began watering again, but a wave of nerves suddenly hit you.

“W…wait, what ab..about, Dumpling? I won’t hurt them…will I?” You asked nervously as your pants and boxers were now pooled around your ankles.

Jihyo smiled softly as she shook her head, “You won’t, Y/N, I promise. Dumpling will be just fine.” Your lips were pursed in a line as you mulled it over before Jihyo reached out to cup your chin, gently stroking your chin.

Her reassurance was enough as you gently placed one of your hands at the small of her back and the other on your cock as you ran the reddened tip through her wetness as you slowly spread it down your shaft. Making sure you were properly lubed up before lining up with your mate’s entrance, Jihyo nodded as you began pushing in slowly.

“Oh, baby.” The Omega couldn’t help but groan as you slowly pushed into her, you moved slow as it felt like she was squeezing down on you. She whimpered softly as she adjusted to the stretch. Jihyo inhaled deeply, her eyes closing as you bottomed out inside of her. Before you could move your hips she grabbed your hand to stop you, “W..wait, ju...just give me a second. You’re big.”

Jihyo didn’t miss the small smile you tried to contain and the boost in pheromones she smelt as she rolled her eyes, “Alphas.”

You giggled softly as you leaned down to place a soft kiss on her shoulder, “You flatter me.”

“And you can move now.” Your mate said flatly as you smiled.

“Yes ma’am.” You jogged your hips slowly, not wanting to start too fast as you began building up your pace. The wet sounds of her dripping cunt was like music to your ears as you pulled out to the top before thrusting back in, hitting deep within her core as your cock rubbed against her g-spot. Small whines and moans fell from her lips as you continued postponing into her heat.

Jihyo’s hands returned to play with her leaking breasts as you felt her clench down on your alpha-hood, a strangled moan left your throat as you had to prevent yourself from cumming then and there. “Ji, I’m close.”

It was a little sad how fast you had reached your breaking point, but combined with how beautiful your mate looked and drinking her milk you couldn’t really be too upset about it. Jihyo whined loudly as she felt the swell of your knot against her entrance, “Knot me, Y/N. Please, knot me!”

Her pleas didn’t fall on deaf ears as you redoubled your efforts, sinking your knot further and further into her when it slipped in with a pop. Her walls bearing down on you like never before as it felt like Jihyo couldn’t catch her breath with how full she felt. The Omega could feel the heavy throb of your knot as you were suddenly cumming inside her.

Your hot seed splashing against her womb as it triggered her orgasm as well, her walls rippling around you as you thrusted into her as best as you could. Labored breathing filling the room as you both came down from your highs, “That…was amazing.”

Jihyo couldn’t help but laugh a little as you both worked to reposition yourselves, she gasped suddenly as she looked down at her chest. The bedsheet below her was completely soaked in her milk as a heavy blush colored her cheeks. She hadn’t thought that an orgasm could’ve triggered a reaction like that.

You blinked as your brain cleared from your euphoria, “Wow, that’s hot.” You licked your lips making the Omega roll her eyes.

“Slow your roll, horny, your knot isn’t going down anytime soon.” You laughed at the nickname as you carefully moved so you were on your side. You held your wife in your arms as your knot was still snugly inside of her, “Thank you for this though, it really helped a lot.”

You smiled as you leaned in to capture her lips, “Of course, anything for you and Dumpling.” Your eyes widened as you placed your hand on the large curve of your mate’s belly, “Oh god, Ji, Dumpling just heard all that!”

Jihyo shook her head as she kissed you reassuringly, “I’m sure Dumpling was probably sleeping, they know that their parents need some private time too. Because god knows they won’t let us have it when they’re here.”

You chuckled lightly as you tucked a stray lock of hair behind your wife’s ear, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

The Omega smiled as she nuzzled into your palm, “Me neither.”

[reallyromealone]

"don't worry you two! We will make sure they are safe and have fun!"

(Name) and Eddie were currently babysitting or "watching over" El, Max and Will for the weekend as Hop and Joyce went to go see Jonathan at university for the weekend.

"So I was thinking tonight we would order a pizza and maybe go pick out a movie" (name) said as he let the pups situate themselves, the three all very attached to the sweet Omega as all their parents were either alphas or betas so the presence of an Omega was always nice, especially when it was (name).

The three tweens always loved (name), the man being their protector since they were little and took on that role for any of their friends.

"Do you need help with anything?" Max asked the pregnant omega, the young Omega practically idolized (name) who chuckled sweetly "don't worry hun, you three just relax alright?"

That didn't stop the alphas and Omega from helping the Omega any chance they got and absolutely refusing to let (name) lift the cots or set them up and make (name) sit down and not move a muscle.

After the area was set up the three began figuring out what to order for dinner when the phone rang "can someone grab that for me" (name) said as he struggled to sit up, far to round and the couch to comfortable to get up and Will jumped to grab the wireless phone and bring it to (name).

"Munson residence, whose speaking?"

"Hey angel, you order food yet?" Eddie's voice warm like honey rang in (name)s ears and the Omega smiled a bit "not yet, why?"

"The gremlins wanna come over for dinner along with Robbie and Stevie"

"Alrighty, they staying for the movie?"

"Probably, how goes it on your end? YOU THREE BETTER NOT BE DRINKING ANYMORE COFFEE!" Eddie suddenly yelled out, voice muffled as he most definitely scolded Mikey Dustin and Lukas who made a hobby of stealing sips of Eddie's coffee to piss him off.

"All's good, pups are set up for the weekend and helped me set up their sleeping areas, might go grab ice cream for dessert"

"I know what I want for dessert" Eddie said lowly into the phone and (name) just rolled his eyes, not even bothering to give the horny alpha what be wants "well we better go, tell the ducklings to behave or else"

"Love you baby"

"Love you too"

When he hung up he noticed the pups staring at him giddily "were getting ice cream for dessert?"

"And toppings, I have cravings"

When the four left (name) noticed how they basically flanked him "you want eggos for breakfast Ellie?" (Name) asked the young girl who eyed the frozen waffles with great interest "can I?"

"We can grab you some syrup too"

In the end the kids each picked one thing as a treat along with the ice cream, chocolate and blueberry syrup and ice cream.

(Name) also got a pregnancy craving snack.

When the entire pack arrived (name) was positively preening at the sight of them all and the rest of the kids swarmed him to check on him and tell him about their campaign and such.

It was wild to (name) that they were almost teen-teens and not his little pups anymore.

"(Name)? What's wrong?" Mike asked worried as (name)s eyes watered "you guys are growing up!"

The pups hugged (name), the Omega playing with Wills hair and kissed the crown of Lukas' head, they were already developing their own unique pharamones and the milky scent that came with pups was fading.

He wasn't ready for this.

Eventually (name) calmed down and the pizza came and per usual (name)s eyes were to big for his stomach and slowly pushed his slices to Eddie who kissed his cheek lovingly.

"So what movie you get?" Robin asked as she took a bite, everyone glancing at the metal head who looked proud of himself "the lost boys!"

No one safe for Steve and Will had many complaints as they gathered to the livingroom and made (name) sit his butt down and was handed a bowl of ice cream as Eddie sat beside him and the group all watched the film, entranced by it.

By time the movie hit the mid section (name) was already passed out in his mates arms, snuggling into his chest while Eddie rubbed his belly lovingly "I'm gonna take (name) to bed, be right back" Eddie said softly as he grunted slightly but managed to lift his mate.

Tucking (name) into bed he looked at the man who gave Eddie everything.

A chance.

Unconditional love.

And soon a pup.

Eddie was always in awe at him, the Omega not afraid to indulge in his Omegan habits and still put him in his place when needed not to mention be a good friend and and support for the pups.

He didn't know how he managed to seduce Dustin's brother back in high school but he definitely wasn't complaining.

"I will be back soon baby, sleep well" and with a gentle kiss Eddie left his very pregnant omega to sleep and make sure the pack didn't destroy the apartment.

[gamergguk]

Sleep Sex - K.TH

genre - smut

pairing - slight dom¡taehyung X fem¡reader

insights - nsfw; kissing; intense sexual themes; slight impatience; consensual; established relationship; sleep sex [none of this is an actual indication of the idol considered and is just a pure form of imagination. Simply click off if you are not comfortable with such imagines]

words - 984

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Taehyung began to drawn in the air through his dry lips as his chest heaved up and down ever so slightly. Not only his lips but his entire throat felt dry, or more precisely he felt the thirst that ran in his veins.

He nodded his head in displease as he turned on the tap. Splashing some cold water on his face, he looked back into the mirror clutched ahead.

It was two in the night and Taehyung had one of the most sensual dreams. Everything in his dream just arose him. He had a desire to wake you up but then knowing you were tired from the long day you had he decided to ignore his allures.

He thought a cold splash of water would drown away his craving. But undoubtedly, it didn't. He left out a long sigh before rubbing his wet face with his palms as he stepped out of the bathroom.

His eyes fell over at you. You laid there in your lingerie as the humidity barely let you sleep. Your body shimmered as if he calling him in. He nibbled his lower lip between his teeth as the wildest thought crossed his mind.

He had your consent. You both wanted to try it. So what if he just...f*cked you? Not like you would mind, since you both had talked about it a lot of time and you always seemed more excited than him. A surprise would do you good.

He stepped towards the bed and softly got over it. He placed his hand on your lower waist to place you facing upwards. You were in deep sleep to let his subtle movements disturb you.

First, he placed his hand on your breast. Slowly starting to massage your right one. His eyes just observing of how your lips parted just slightly.

He passed his tongue over his lower lip before pulling you out of the bra. He bent down a little to let his lips touch your chest. He began to softly suck over.

Your body now squirmed under his touch as subtle whimpers left your lips. You felt like you were in a wet dream. “I just can't f*cking wait baby,” he whispered against your skin and he kissed your collarbone a little.

He pulled down your briefs with the hook of his fingers. You were soaked. A little chuckle left his lips as he knew his wet dream was now yours.

He pressed his cold finger over your cl!t and slowly rubbed it back and forth. Your wetness just heightened more and your eyebrows furrowed.

Seeing you squirm more than before, Taehyung slowed his action. He wanted you to wake up, but not just yet. He had given very specific attention to your k!nk when you explained it to him.

He wanted you to wake up with him inside you. “My pretty girl Y/N, ” he lightly whispered as he leaned down to leave some wet kisses on your inner thigh leading up to your sensitivity.

He lightly passed his tongue over and you just shivered. Your body was heated up. Sweat beads formed on your forehead. Your breath uneven.

“My darling” he pulled down his boxers. He stroked his length a few times before placing it at your entrance. He pushed it in unhurriedly. Though it was your k!nk, still, he knew it was better to be gentle since you weren't aroused consciously.

Your were eyes slightly opened as you felt your walls being stretched. “T-taehyung?” you whimpered out as your hands slightly gripped the sheets underneath.

Your eyes still adjusting to the dimness of the room. He pushed himself all the way making you arch your back at the sudden wave of ecstasy. He leaned down to touch his forehead against yours.

“Baby I r-really needed your help, b-but you were asleep” he stuttered as his hormones were going wild. He had an intense need to reach his high.

“C-can I p-please?” you looked into his pleading eyes. You bit your lower lip as you saw him so desperate above you. “F-faster?” you blinked and he smirked.

He began to move in and out. His movements fast but gentle at the same time. His hand intertwined with yours and he pinned them above your head. Lewd moans started to leave your lips.

Your eyes rolled back as the pleasure made you see cloud nine. Something about this had you extremely turned on. Your body lazily trembled.

“Baby, try to keep your voice low, okay?” he said as he leaned backward after kissing your lips. He placed his one hand on your thighs and pushed them wider. He began to thrust again and this time he hit your spot. You whined loud in a raspy voice. His deep moans merged with yours.

Both of you drowned in pleasure. Your voice is just loud enough. Not too loud to wake up your neighbors. “You feel so good,” he said as his thrusts grew deeper.

“T-tae I am c-close” you cried out as you shut your eyes close. “Just h-hold in f-for m-minute” he began to hit your spot harder and harder with his every thrust. He was achieving his climax.

Just after a minute, both of you came. He fell beside you. Your chests heaved up and down. The noise of you both breathing was crystal clear in the room. “I didn't know today was the day,” you said as you turned around to face him.

A little smile on your face. He turned to you. His almond eyes fixed on yours. “Well I don't f*ck and tell” you chuckled at his words before he leaned forward to lay his lips over yours. His arms taking you in his embrace.

[aboutapeachparty]

Stray Kids | holding the first time their baby

hyung line | reaction 

genre ➸ romantic, fluff

disclaimer ➸ This is a work of fiction. I don't own any famous character(s) - like idols - and my writings are in no way meant to show these people’s real nature and/or offend them in any way.

Request: Hiii could you do Skz reaction to their newborn babies.Maybe them seeing/holding them for the first time or cuddling them to sleep after they woke them up in the middle of the night

chan.

He had been looking forward to this child for so long. Even though it was an "accident" and you hadn't really planned on getting pregnant, it was the best news he'd ever received. Many thought he would make a good father, but by the time you could see a small belly, he was the most loving boyfriend he could be. He was perfect. He'd bring you chocolate, drive out late at night to buy you something for your cravings, and he'd go to every check-up. He spoke to the baby in your womb and he sang to the child every day. Sometimes he was jealous that he couldn't develop a relationship with the baby yet. You felt the child, he didn't. Sometimes he had felt left out. But the first time he held his daughter in his hands, he was captivated. He thought he would cry. But he couldn't take his eyes off this creature. He stroked the girl's hair and when he put his hand on her, she grabbed his thumb. Those delicate little fingers tried to hold him. "Hello, my little one," he said, still staring at her. The girl stretched her arms out to her father when she heard his voice and Chan had to smile. The hard work had paid off. Even if he could never feel her, he was constantly present with his voice. The girl recognized him, he was familiar to her and so she was very calm with him...and Chan was the happiest father ever.

minho.

Minho was already a good cat daddy, but when you finally got pregnant, too, he was really excited. Soonie, Doongie and Dori were of course involved in the whole process. When the first kicks were felt, he placed each of his cats on your belly and introduced them as your baby's siblings. So it was normal that at some point all three cats just lay on top of you. Your belly got heavier with it, but it was also kind of nice to always have such warmth around you. Your child was born quickly. You decided to have a home birth. It was more comfortable and relaxed for you. And when your daughter was born, Minho took her right away. The midwife got everything ready and took care of the afterbirth while Minho was already aside with your daughter introducing her to Soonie, Doongie and Dori. "Look, this is your new sister," he introduced his daughter. You watch everything from the side and had to laugh. And that was the greatest thing about the relationship with Minho, it was always fun and never boring. But even if you had to laugh, you got a little sentimental when you see how tightly Minho held your daughter, how much he loved her from the beginning and how often he gave her little kisses all over her face. He'll be a good father, you were more than sure of that.

changbin.

It was a complicated relationship with Changbin. Actually, you were already separated. But then there was that one stupid night where you were both drunk and it just happened again. You were not made for each other, your relationship was toxic and full of drama. But the sex was always good. And in that one night you got pregnant. At first you didn't tell Changbin, but then he saw you in a mall and your pregnant belly was clearly visible. As always, it was a big drama. Anger, tears and words that hurt have fallen. But at one day Changbin felt his child. The boy in you was strong and kept kicking. From then on something had changed in him. You had decided not to be in a relationship, but you both wanted the best for the child. You didn't want Changbin to be present at the birth. That led to drama again, but he acknowledged it. Sometimes you guys ended up having sex again because your hormones were confusing you and Changbin kind of loved you too. And maybe you him too, but a relationship wouldn't work. Your mother called Changbin after the birth was over. He was ready all along, but he wanted to give you the time. But he couldn't wait to meet his boy. When he came into your bedroom you were already lying there with the baby in your arms. "Can you take him? I just breastfed him," you say and smile. Changbin just nodded and got into bed with you. He took the boy in his arms while you got dressed again. "That's him?" he asked intrigued. "He looks like you," you say, smiling, leaning on his upper arm. "Do you think so?" he asked uncertainly. "Yes totally!" There was no doubt for you. Changbin looked at the boy and felt things he had never felt before. And they stayed like that for a while. And at some point the little boy's eyes closed, he felt safe in his father's arms and Changbin knew that it wouldn't be easy, but that they would both love their son.

hyunjin.

Hyunjin has always been a little drama queen and sometimes in the hospital room you knew who was going through the pain because Hyunjin was so panicky. But you got a healthy boy. Hyunjin had often imagined starting a family with you and now you lay there and you had your first baby in your hands. "He seems tired," you say, looking into the little one's eyes. "I'd like to hold him too," Hyunjin said and you knew it was about time he held his son too, but you wished you could always hold him in your arms. "Okay..." you say with a sigh and place the child in his father's arms. And then something happened that you didn't expect at all. Hyunjin started crying. The little boy didn't really get it all. He grabbed Hyunjin's bracelet and played with it. "Hey, everything's fine," you then say, kissing his shoulder. "I know, but I'm so happy. He's so perfect..." You lean into him and you look at your baby. "He has your eyes," you say, stroking the tip of your son's nose. "And your lips," said Hyunjin, who had calmed down in the meantime and turned to face you. "He is so beautiful." You smile and look up at Hyunjin. "I love you. Thanks for everything here," he then whispered and kissed you.

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