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Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Siyeon x Fem!Reader

AU: Non-Idol

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Jealous Siyeon ;)

Word Count: 3,348

Summary: With your three year anniversary imminent and the need for a get-away pressing, Siyeon organizes a romantic weekend trip for the two of you to enjoy together. Everything goes according to plan in the beginning, but when a night of clubbing breathes new life into her passion for you, things get a bit derailed.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hello again, my lovely readers! Just stopping by to drop off this Singnie fic :) Jiu's story is next, so look forward to it! Hope you like this in the meantime 💖

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Moonlight Bar & Lounge, 11:42 PM

As the two of you peered up at the establishment’s buzzing, neon lights, Siyeon had to make a conscious effort to prevent her hand from dropping too low on your ass.��

She’d made a promise to you – back at the hotel and in her post-orgasm haze – that she would be on her best behavior while you were out celebrating as a way of repaying you. 

You, in return, vowed to let her do anything she wanted to you once you were back in private, so long as she kept things tame and didn’t go back on her word in the meantime. 

And, for what it was worth, she was really giving it her all.

But you looked absolutely divine in your formal outfit – radiant with a sultry undertone, capable of leaving her transfixed. It drove her crazy to know that hidden away beneath it, tucked out of view from prying eyes, your skin was painted with all of her marks. Splashes of color, hues of red and purple growing darker with time – her own personal claims on you. With how hard it had been for her to keep her mouth off of you earlier, she was surprised you had any skin left unmarked at all. 

“Two more hours, Singnie. Think you can handle it?” You asked, glancing at her as you both approached the door. 

She opened it, sending you a confident look all the while. “Of course I can.”

You hummed, unconvinced. “We’ll see about that.” 

When you passed her, a smirk pulled at the corner of your lips. Her gaze had fallen to your ass, again, watching its every move in silent admiration as she trailed behind you like a puppy. 

—

The reviews you’d read, though stellar, had failed to prepare you for just how nice the place was. Its intimate ambience beckoned you in at once, extending an easy-going hand, inviting you to look around and see for yourself everything that it had to offer. 

Things were darkened inside, creating an aura of sensuality and mystery despite the openness of the layout. Hues of black and blue accented the furniture and decorations, in line with the established theme of intrigue. Large skylights were centered in the ceiling, allowing plenty of moonlight in to do as it so pleased. 

A dance floor called from the far side of the room, comfortably crowded and taking up about half of the venue. Couches and chairs were situated around tables on the other side, strategically dotting the available area so as to award parties their privacy. 

The bar was large, stretching out far and wide as it stood ready to greet you upon your arrival. A busy bartender met Siyeon’s eye when he glanced up, vigorously shaking a drink. 

“Welcome, ladies!” He smiled warmly. “It’s great to have you tonight.”

You thanked him with a smile as well, and Siyeon extended the same courtesy. Her arm fell to your waist again mindlessly – completely out of habit as she turned to survey everything. 

“How about we get a table first?” She suggested, subtly motioning towards them with her head. “Then we can dance for a bit, if you’d like.”

“Sure, babe. That sounds perfect.”

-

One Hour Later

Put simply, Siyeon seemed to be out to get you. 

Though she was your girlfriend, the love of your life, your protector – something truly sadistic shined in her dark eyes as she peered at you from the other side of the table, smirking around the rim of her glass. 

She watched you squirm in your seat a little, feigning oblivion as her foot traveled up your calf, teasing. 

Somewhere between her first and second rounds of wine she had undone the top few buttons of her blouse, and the seductive way she pressed closer to the table, arms crossed just below her chest, put her cleavage on full display. The edge of her bra was visible, too, but that was a detail likely only perceptible to you, considering your proximity and inability to focus on anything else. 

Every bit of her prior innocence was gone without a trace, eclipsed by the desire she felt, which was becoming harder and harder to maintain a grip on. 

The alcohol in your system was weakening your inhibitions, too; coaxing them to vanish as her charm worked its magic, promising release for you the second you asked for it. It showed in her eyes – which shamelessly drank in the sight of you – and the subtle bite of her lip. She appeared collected, but you knew that in reality she was far from it.

You downed your last bit of wine in an effort to distract yourself. 

As you lowered your glass, the ring on your finger shimmered, catching the attention of one of the club’s cycling lights. Siyeon looked at it proudly; it was the promise ring that she had given you this morning.

Wordlessly she reached forward, palm upturned. 

The musing, pleased smile on her lips would be your demise. You were sure of it. 

But even still, you extended your hand and placed it in hers, following her unspoken request. She held it close, rubbing her thumb across the back of it in soothing, easy strokes. 

Nothing made her happier than knowing you were hers.

“Ready to dance?” She asked, trying not to sound too eager. The thought of having your body against hers was ruining her in all the best kinds of ways. 

She was fiending for it.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself for what was to come. She knew that asking was unnecessary, but she took pleasure in seeing you squirm. 

“Sure.” You swallowed. 

Happily, she finished off her wine. 

Leaving behind your empty glasses and appetizer plates, she stood up and led you to the dance floor.  

-

30 Minutes Until Promise Is Completed

The DJ was a true professional at his craft, and you decided at once that he deserved the biggest raise imaginable.

…do DJs get raises?

Regardless, he was owed one. 

His choices of song, paired with the seamless transitions and mixes that he conducted, set the mood of the lounge and kept everyone's energy high. A strong bassline carried throughout the place, thrumming consistently and so powerfully you felt it in your very being. 

Like an undercurrent, it flowed around you. Pushing and pulling, leading you out just to lure you back in again.

Siyeon moved in time with you, hanging onto the rhythm as you let loose. She kissed you occasionally, swept up in the heat of the moment and unable to resist your beauty. Her hands wandered, impossible to control as they made it their mission to tempt you. 

The couples around you all shared that sentiment as well – turning the air thick with sexual tension. 

Some grinded. Others groped. It was a plethora of positions and strides, all writhing and searching for relief – a statement piece on the human condition, plucked straight from a movie scene. From your place within it, amongst the welcome chaos, you could only imagine what a sight it was to behold from an outside perspective. 

A sudden buzzing tethered you back down to Earth, garnering your attention. It came from Siyeon’s front pocket, which was conveniently nestled right between your thighs. 

The contact made you tense at first, not expecting it, but it felt good. More than good, even. And far better than you cared to admit, considering you wanted to hold onto some of your pride. 

She felt it, too, but she didn’t pull away at first. Enjoying the show, she pressed it against you a little harder, coaxing your hips to gyrate, both to the rhythm of the song and in search of the vibrations. 

But once the phone rang a fourth time, you pushed her away with a dismissing laugh, telling her to go answer it. 

Your cheeks were flushed, and your heart was racing wildly within your chest. You covered your forehead with your palm, taking a deep breath as the people around you filled in the open space that her exit provided. 

The loss of contact with her allowed you to sober up the tiniest bit and get your head on straight. She was just like a drug.

Get a grip, you scolded yourself, shaking your head. This was ridiculous. Was going more than a few hours without fucking her really this impossible? You wanted it more than anything, but you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of calling off your deal. It was made to prove a point, and you intended to keep it instated for that very reason.

You stole a glance at your watch. 

Only fifteen minutes left. That was doable, no?

Siyeon rolled her eyes as she slid up on the green button at the bottom of her screen. She had to fight the urge to just let it go unanswered.

Had it been anyone other than her boss, she likely would’ve. 

“Hello?”

“Ah, Siyeon,” he greeted from the other end, a smile evident in his gravelly voice. “I’m glad I could reach you.”

She pressed her back to an open portion of the far wall, away from the more rowdy parts of the crowd. 

“Of course, sir,” she sighed, withholding the attitude that she wished to lace into it. 

She looked up at you, watching you sway gently in time with the music. The light of the room painted you beautifully – every shimmer and shadow fighting for its chance to cast across your skin. She couldn't help but admire you from afar.

"...yes, sir. I turned that report in to your assistant two days ago." She answered distantly, clearly not entirely focused on their conversation. 

He launched into a response, but Siyeon suddenly tensed and stood up straighter – intrigued for a completely different reason.

A woman was making her way over to you.

Like a shark circling its prey. 

The blonde danced along to the beat with a drink in her hand, sipping on it as she closed the remaining distance between you. Siyeon could only watch as she leaned down, smiling prettily as she introduced herself. 

You laughed at something she said and nodded lightheartedly, amused. 

“Siyeon? Are you there?”

Her lips pressed tightly into a line. “Yes, sir. Continue.”

He did, but again she couldn’t pay much attention. She was too focused on the two of you standing far too close for her liking, and the nonchalant way that the woman invited you to join her for a dance. 

To Siyeon’s annoyance, you agreed and stepped forward. 

She drew you in and briefly settled a hand on your hip as the two of you got accustomed to the new song that the DJ started playing. You followed her lead, allowing her to sway with you. 

She was attractive, and the sight of you together stoked the fire of jealousy within Siyeon.

For what it was worth, though, you didn’t attach any deeper meaning to the exchange. You were simply dancing, after all, and you'd made it a point to flash your ring a few times to avoid any misunderstandings.

But Siyeon was in a different state entirely. 

Her blood boiled, and her grip on her phone tightened audibly. The poor thing groaned and squeaked from the pressure, pleading for her to ease up.

The woman locked eyes with her over your shoulder, practically taunting her as she dipped you down. The angle provided Siyeon an achingly beautiful view of your body, tempting her to admire the lines and curves that you created; but she was sobered up by the fact that it wasn’t exclusive to her. 

In that moment, anyone – including that woman – could see you looking so gorgeously spread out. 

That was her final straw.

She abruptly excused herself from the call, assuring her boss that she’d dial him up again at the first chance she got, before hanging up without another thought.

Bitterness radiated from her with every step that she marched closer to you, practically fuming. She moved people aside along the way, providing an opening for herself to return to you. 

You were uprighted by the woman at once and subsequently seized by Siyeon, who loomed angrily behind you. You were oblivious to the situation until you felt her presence as she entered your personal space. 

She emitted tension, and the sensation made you tremble; the territorial look she gave deterred the blonde, who raised her hands in a show of innocence before smiling knowingly and ambling to another part of the dance floor. 

Hesitantly, you went to turn around and face Siyeon. But her sudden grip on your hips prevented that, keeping you as you were.

Something firm pressed against your ass as she pulled you in, rutting with a restrained sort of gentleness that seemed difficult to maintain. It caught you off guard at first, but the swell of it, straining against the fabric of her pants, was something you'd recognize anywhere. 

It was your favorite toy. She had secretly put it on before you left the hotel earlier. Cheeky. 

How had you not noticed it before?

She ground against you again, aiming to give you a better feel for it, but made sure to remain somewhat inconspicuous to the people around you. Her hands caressed your sides, tentatively working their way downwards as she attempted to gauge your reaction. 

Her lips brushed the shell of your flushed ear, upturning the slightest bit in triumph when she felt your breath hitch. Your head turned to the side and your chin tilted ever-so-slightly, granting her full access.

“Do you feel that?" She asked lowly, clenching her jaw. “What you do to me?”

She couldn’t have cared less about the promise in that moment even if she had wanted to. With you looking as good as you did and flaunting yourself like that… behaving really was no longer an option. 

You nodded fervently, lacking the gift of speech. 

“You’re going to take care of that for me. Right now,” she emphasized, taking a hold of your wrist. 

Chest heaving, you turned around to face her. She shoved your hand between her legs, making you cup the toy as she pressed a harsh kiss to your lips. You melted into it, weak within her strong embrace. Obediently, you groped her again, making the other side of it rub up against her clit. You swallowed up the encouraging moan that she let out at the action.

She begrudgingly pulled away after a moment, but only enough to take your hand again and impatiently drag you towards the front door. Her movements weren’t the most graceful – seeing as that she bumped the two of you into other guests and nearly fumbled over her own feet along the way – but they were endearing. She wanted you so badly that appearing composed no longer mattered to her. 

And that feeling was beyond mutual.

- The Parking Lot -

Although they gave it their all to be seen, the city’s bright lights were muted by the thick fog that covered the windows of Siyeon’s car; they were mere blurs in the distance, becoming increasingly dulled with time. 

The steam served as an immediate tell of what was happening inside, just in case any particularly dimwitted onlookers failed to put two and two together after observing the rocking of the car. 

Part of you was afraid the entire thing would fall apart at any moment, based on how roughly Siyeon was taking you. 

Her body clung desperately to yours, only parting long enough for her to draw the toy out of you and drill it back in as she took you from behind. Her skin met yours repeatedly, filling the cabin of the car with filthy noises that made you wetter than you thought possible. 

“Fuck, baby,” she cursed, pressing your head further down into the seat as the snap of her hips grew messier and more erratic. Her fingers tightened in your hair, making your eyes water the slightest bit.

You smiled triumphantly, feeling the cool leather soothe your heated cheek. 

The decorative beads hanging from the rear view mirror clacked together, consistently colliding with the back of it.

Rhythmically, the press of your hips fell in time with her thrusts; you met in the middle, getting the most out of each and every move. Your muscles ached something wild, but you were beyond caring at that point; all that mattered was Siyeon, and ensuring that she got what she wanted. 

“Does it feel good?” You panted.

“So good, jagi,” she groaned, voice raspy, as she lolled her head to the side. 

Her hazy eyes landed on the hickies that she had left at the small of your back earlier, which she brought her free hand up to caress. Beneath her fingertips, your muscles flexed from the impact that she inflicted; they strained with the desperate, searching rutt of your hips as well, never stopping for a second. 

You were such a whore for her; she loved it.

"I wish you could see yourself like this," she mused through heavy breaths, palming your skin. "Taking me so well. God, you're so perfect." 

Her harsh thrusts mellowed into long, sensual ones as she focused on grinding against you. The ridges of the toy slid across your velvety walls as she humped, stimulating you further. She watched the length of it disappear inside of you repeatedly, only to reappear glistening more and more each time. 

You reached a shaky hand out to brace yourself, aware that she was getting close by the tremble of her legs.

All of the friction her clit was receiving was pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The other end of the toy moved inside of her as well, heightening the effect of even your most subtle motions. 

When your head fell forward and came to rest against your extended arm, she leaned down, seizing the opportunity to kiss your exposed neck. The way her body aligned with yours, completely bare and heated, made you moan. 

She left new marks everywhere she liked, taking her time.

A soft, pleased grunt resounded in her throat when you lifted your hips and grinded back into her, languidly working yourself along the toy. She stilled her movements and let you continue for a bit, reveling in the intimate feeling. 

"Head up, angel." She instructed, grazing her teeth across your pulsepoint. 

You obeyed and raised it, fighting exhaustion. 

Her lips found yours, and you immediately surrendered control of the kiss over to her. Despite knowing you'd grant it without hesitation, she still asked for permission by licking your bottom lip. 

You opened up, sighing as her tongue met yours. 

Instinctively, your walls fluttered at the feeling; she deepened the kiss, doing as she wanted.  

She snaked a hand down your body and pressed her fingertips to your clit, toying with it. She spread your slick around, proud of the mess of it that coated your thighs and pussy. It dripped down your legs, only turning her on more. 

Needing air, you broke the kiss. She clearly felt like showing a little mercy, as she allowed you the chance to catch your breath and kissed your shoulder in the meantime. 

When the toy hit your g-spot again following a particularly sensual roll of her hips, you whined pathetically at the feeling.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, Siyeon,” you exhaled shakily.

“And who's the only one that gets to fuck you like this?” She pressed, voice commanding. 

You moaned, forgoing pride. “You.”

“That’s right, Y/N/N,” she grinned evilly, pushing herself back up. Her hands went to the small of your back again, applying a tantalizing pressure as you obediently arched for her, already knowing what she wanted. 

She wasn’t even close to being done with you yet. 

“Now, start counting. If you make it to twenty, I might just let you cum.”

The sound of her hand slapping your ass filled the car at once, intoxicating you in an entirely new way. 

“...one.”

[yoohyeon]

‘’𝘚𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘐𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯

𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘫𝘢 𝘷𝘶.’’

DREAMCATCHER (드림캐쳐) - 데자부 (Déjà-vu) (2019)

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Sad puppy | Kim Yoohyeon x fem! reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: hey hey!!! i love ur writings :) will you be willing to write yoohyeon x reader where yoohyeon wants reader's attention so she starts kissing readers neck and teasing her? tysm <3

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Wordcount: ~ 1,676

A/N: always a pleasure writing for my fiancée, enjoy this little cutie

The stinging in your eyes was slowly making its' way to your acknowledgement. You blinked a couple of times in hope of wetting them before readjusting your position on the couch. You turned around so that now you were laying on your stomach. Sudden movement made Pie look up at you curiously before she also changed her position and settled down on the small of your back.

With the shower running in the background and a new source of heat pleasantly warming up your sore back, you were perfectly able to focus on the phone in your hands. This new game that Yoohyeon showed you three days earlier turned your whole world upside down. You truly admired the graphics and the plot while totally enjoying every moment of playing. This game was addicting, an excellent way to make the time pass faster.

It was easy to just get lost in that fictional world and spend long minutes, if not sometimes hours, on improving your character's skills. The fact that the game was connected to the series of your favorite movies did not help.

It was actually the reason Yoohyeon showed you that game. She was aware of how much you might like it and the thought of you two playing it together or maybe even getting matching characters immediately made her heart swell. Your girlfriend felt flattered that thanks to her you discovered something you could enjoy. Perhaps, she outdid herself and instead gave you a whole new hobby.

Shower stopped, you paid no mind to it really. The only thing you could hear now was soft humming coming out of the bathroom and the sound of Yoohyeon shuffling around, probably doing her skin care routine. After some more time, she opened the door since it was getting harder to deal with all that hot steamed air in the room. Yoohyeon began brushing her hair carefully, the damage after having it dyed for so long was still something she had to take good care of.

Pie’s head shot up. Her shiny eyes were turned to the sudden streak of light entering the hall. Then, she decided that it was way too long since she’d last seen Yoohyeon and that she’d missed her already.

“Betrayer.” You pouted when Pie jumped off the couch and ran to see her owner, her tail wiggling behind.

“Pie-ya, hi!” Not even three seconds passed, “No, don’t eat the sponge!

How adorable.

With an amused smile, you glanced up at the slightly opened door - unfortunately you weren’t able to see the scene properly. So you focused on the game again.

It was only a matter of few more minutes for your favorite girls to join you in the living room. Yoohyeon let out an exaggeratedly loud sigh before sitting legs crossed on the ground right next to the couch. Pie immediately climbed to her lap, greedy for some cuddles.

“Showering is way too tiring.” Your girlfriend complained, while caressing her pet’s belly. Pie laid down fully on Yoohyeon’s lap, but her head was falling off, almost on the floor. Yooheon giggled lovingly, she poked your side to get you to look at Pie as well, “Just look at her! She’s such a dork.”

You chuckled at the heartwarming view, nevertheless the vibration of your phone made you quickly look away. A new notification came up, claiming that you were now able to start another mission. Eagerly, you pressed play. You’d had to wait two long hours to have it unlocked for free.

At first, it was peaceful like that. Yoohyeon kept herself busy while playing with Pie, she scrolled through her phone for a bit too. The yellow light of one of the night lamps illuminated the room cozily. Rush hour was slowly coming to an end. One glance outside the window and Yoohyeon realized how lucky she was to find herself in such a warm room, with the love of her life by her side and- well, you.

Just kidding, as much as she loved Pie, her furry friend couldn’t talk to her or hug her the way you did. Truly, you had her wrapped around your finger. Just a little peek at you had the corners of her lips turning up irritatingly fast. Way too fast for her own liking, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her heart was beating for you.

Yoohyeon sighed, locking her phone. Pie left her lap with a new mission on her mind - finding her favorite toy. There was no one keeping Yoohyeon warm now, this simply had to change. She had a mission of her own - to get your attention.

“Baby.” Almost shyly, she poked your rib again.

She got no reaction except for a quiet hum. It certainly was not satisfying.

“You know, you’ve been playing for so long.” Yoohyeon turned her body, while getting on her knees so she was facing the couch properly. She tilted her head slightly, hoping that her soft voice would at least make you look at her.

“Yes, this game you showed me is incredible.” You were so obvious, with your eyes still glued to the screen.

Yoohyeon rolled her eyes in a fondly manner, you could be very stubborn at times. Even if you called it ‘passion’, this feature of yours often made Yoohyeoon want to laugh.

“And I can show you something even more incredible.” She raised a bit on her knees, her fingers gently pulling your hair over your shoulder. The scent of Yoohyeon’s shampoo embraced you, bringing a pleasant, fresh vibe.

Next thing you knew was her lips on your neck. It was a light peck, followed by your girlfriend nuzzling her nose into your skin. With her eyes closed, she felt the happiest while being this close to you.

You also smiled at her sudden approach, nevertheless remained focused on the game. Few more clicks and you’d get bonus stars!

“I’m almost done, I promise.”

“But I want you now.” Even with a simple sentence, you could feel your cheeks heating up. Yoohyeon pouted against your neck, her fingertips started drawing lazy circles on your back. After a moment of comfortable silence, she rested her head higher, against yours and rubbed you like a cat few times. Giggling, you tilted your head and reciprocated the gesture. Her eyes caught a glint of the screen, Yoohyeon’s eyebrows raised as she deadpanned, “Wow, you suck at this.”

“No, I don’t. I’m already on a higher level than you!” You huffed, acknowledging your girlfriend’s attempt at teasing you.

“Yah! I’m leaving for tour soon and all you want to do is play phone games?” She whined loudly, but you knew it was her way to hide the laughter.

Your heart skipped a beat when you turned to meet her eyes. Dressed in a baby blue sweatpants and hoodie set that was way too big, hair still slightly wet and no make up on. She had these cute crinkles by her eyes - you appreciated the sight of them because whenever they’d pop up, it’d mean that your favorite person was smiling. You felt like the happiest girl in the world, convinced that there was an actual masterpiece in front of you. Who else would look so attractive while totally bare faced, in simple and cozy clothes?

“Okay, what would you like to do?” You rolled your eyes playfully, before asking. Your tone laced with innocence, as you watched her expectantly.

“I’ve got few things in mind.” Yoohyeon smirked.

On the inside she was jumping out of joy. Although, on the outside, she hurriedly joined you on the couch seeing you lock your phone and put it aside. You backed up against the couch as much as possible, your arms opened wide, as Yoohyeon tried to squeeze herself besides you. One of her legs ended up across your hip so she wouldn’t fall off the edge.

“This will do.” Yooh hummed contently, burying her face in your shoulder. “For now.”

“For now?” You giggled, surprised, automatically, you started caressing her hair, as well as massaging her scalp. Yoohyeon angled her head from time to time to get you to scratch her favorite places.

“You know, the night is still young. We can have a lot of fun in our bedroom later.” Eyes shut, your girlfriend cherished your touch.

“What about Pie?” As if on cue, Pie peeked at you - her front paws resting on the couch. She watched you interested, sensing that you were talking about her.

“She’ll understand.” Yoohyeon turned slightly in order to see the pet, as well. Pie and her shared a quick staring contest. “You get it, right? Y/N and I need some time alone. Mom will be gone soon, working hard to buy you a lot of delicious food, Pie-ya.”

It was impossible to watch their interaction with a straight face. With a foolish grin, you patted Yoohyeon’s thigh showing Pie to jump in between you. She squealed excitedly and climbed up. With her tail wiggling, she licked both of your faces.

“Of course she’ll understand. Our baby girl is so smart.” You toyed with Pie’s ear using your left hand. “What will you buy for me, though?”

“Anything you desire, darling.” Yoohyeon watched you and Pie fondly, her head resting on her elbow.

You looked up at her and leaned in to kiss her. Whenever she gave you that look, you could physically feel your insides melting. Gladly, Yooh moved her lips against yours. Her whole body was burning with love for you. You were like a lighter, igniting the endless fire and passion in her. She didn’t even know she could feel this way until she met you. The moment would last way longer if it weren’t for the soft smile forming on her face.

“Good thing I only desire you.” You whispered, your lips ghosting over hers. Yoohyeon gripped the hem of your shirt firmly and closed the distance again.

“Prove it.” Her smile was long gone now, as her eyes darkened with lust.

There was nothing else you’d rather do.

[suasprincess]

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Some of you know that I am a big Dreamcatcher fan! I am an InSomnia for years! I even went to their concert in Warsaw, which was one of the best experiences and one of my favorite memories ever! From time to time, I like to post something related to Dreamcatcher, something from the concert, something from my collection or simply like and reblog things I find under their tag. I used to do it on my other account that was mostly for reblogging, liking and posting content related to Kuroko no Basuke and interacting with the wonderful people in the fandom! Having posts related to other topics on that blog always felt kind of out of place, so I usually restrained myself from posting anything that was not KuroBasu related... So, because I want to continue posting, reblogging and liking Dreamcatcher content, as well as meet more Somnies, I decided to open this account!

I can't wait to meet some new people, make new friends and share my love for Dreamcatcher through this blog!

[candescentkpop]

Gonna catch your attention

Dreamcatcher: Bonvoyage

Dreamcatcher Part 137 / ∞

[leatherbookmark]

deja vu

[dreamwithlost]

𝐔𝐦𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚, 𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚

⋆.*✧ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐔 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑

⋆ Quinquagésima capinha feita para a minha oneshot (clique aqui para ler), mas dessa vez acho que realmente gosto dela.

⋆ Em caso de inspiração, lembre-se de dar os créditos.

[forlix]

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞・l.f.

— five times you want to tell your best friend you love him and the time you finally do.

words・7.7k

pairing・idol!felix x gn!reader

genres・fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn w/a happy ending, 5 + 1 trope, idiots in love who are also afraid of love, you do the math

warnings・alcohol consumption, discussions of anxiety, lots of emotional vulnerability, like a surprising amount of crying icl

playlist・jazz bar by dreamcatcher・spring day by bts・through the night by iu・eight by iu ft. suga・house song by searows・not mine by day6

a/n・i borrowed the title of this beautiful day6 song for this fic; give it a listen if you can (especially while reading part four). happy late birthday, lix <333 thank you for being you

One. The door to the café opens with a soft jingle, bringing a chilly draft into the room and causing you to draw your scarf tighter around your shoulders.

Theoretically, you come here to study—but people-watching has become a simultaneous pastime. There was that couple with a pair of samoyeds, so fluffy that they looked like walking clouds; a mother and son, hunched over their croissants, arguing in a classic “don’t cause a scene in public” tone; an elderly woman in bicycle shorts asking for extra shots of espresso in the menu’s most caffeinated item.

And now, there is him.

“Hello,” the ashy-haired stranger says to the barista with a quick, polite bow. “May I have a medium caramel latte? Hot, with sweetener, please. Thank you.”

His voice reminds you of the notes of a cello, of the feeling of running your fingers through tufted velvet. When he turns away from the counter, he’s slipping a card back into his wallet, and you catch a glimpse of long lashes and a scattering of freckles. You cannot see his face, as it’s covered by a black mask, but that only propels the question further: who are you?

And perhaps it is destiny herself who hooks a gentle finger beneath the stranger’s chin and tilts his head upwards, because when he inadvertently steps into a patch of sunlight, his brown irises illuminate like molten amber, and they are fixed upon you.

You feel your lips part, your stomach turn. You don’t know if your cheeks are so warm because of your piping hot tea (your third one today) or because of the newfound eye contact with someone so ethereal.

But you are sure that the corners of the stranger’s eyes crinkle ever so slightly, as if his lips have just curved into a smile beneath his mask.

“Felix,” the barista calls, and you turn the name silently on your tongue.

Maybe you are exhausted from work and not thinking straight. Maybe you are more starved for change than you’ve ever been. Or maybe you’re just prophetic. But you think you sense forever in this man, with his freckled cheeks and pretty eyes.

That is the first time you want to tell Lee Felix you love him.

Two. The second Felix comes into your line of vision, you sense that something is wrong.

You hold up a hand in greeting, and the smile he returns is sincere but muted, as if it pains him to move, to breathe. He sounded weary on the phone earlier—can I see you tonight? Just for a bit—but only now that he’s in front of you do you see the extent of his fatigue, seeping into his sunken shoulders and lightless eyes.

“Hi,” he says once he’s close enough.

“Hey, you,” you answer, rising out of your seat. Instinctively, he extends his arms toward you, and you draw him into a hug that is fleeting and familiar. He smells faintly of laundry detergent and vanilla, and it makes something within you ache, like an oyster searching for its absent pearl.

When you pull away, your hands move to your best friend’s cheeks, cocooning his face so you can get a better look at him. Even under the sparse streetlights, you see that his eyes are slightly bloodshot, the shadows beneath them deep and sullen. Has he been crying? 

“Bad day?” You ask, your hands falling back to your sides.

“The worst,” he returns with a weak smile. 

“Wanna take a walk?”

“Yes, please. How long do I have you for?”

This is what you do when your schedules are too packed for you to make real plans: take strolls wherever is most convenient, for however long either of you can spare. Sometimes that’s five minutes, sometimes five hours. But you know that you need to be here for him tonight.

“As long as you need me,” you say.

You turn around to pick up your drinks (a decaf caramel latte for Felix and a black milk tea for yourself), and you don't see the way his smile comes back a little bigger the second time, the way his cheeks warm slightly under the moonlight.

There’s a small park a few blocks behind your apartment. Granted, it's not a very good park, with only a tiny, sad playground and very little foliage, but it is an excellent stargazing spot, due to it being so dark and desolate. You and Felix decide to head there now, your arms touching as you walk through the quiet residential area.

Ten minutes later, blades of grass are poking the back of your head, and directly above you is a sea of scattered stars, flickering like millions of faulty flashlights. Felix’s voice is leaden when he starts to speak, breaking the park’s fragile silence. He tells you about his fears, about how earlier today they overwhelmed him so much that he wanted to lock himself away from the world and throw away the key. He tells you about his dreams, about how even in his relentless pursuit of them they sometimes still feel as amorphous and unattainable as fragments of mist.

The way he always does when he’s around you, Felix spills parts of himself that he never thought he could entrust to anyone. And you don’t say a word, your knee leaning against his, listening, understanding. (But you wish you could tell him a lot of things: that you care for him more than you ever believed yourself capable; that you hope for his happiness more than your own; that you don’t have the words to heal him, but you would give anything to find them.)

By the time the two of you leave the park, it’s almost midnight, and the streets have fallen silent save for the occasional whoosh of car wheels on cement and the distant lamentations of cricket choirs. You’re making small talk now, and Felix is smiling a little easier. It seems your conversation worked in cheering him up; a temporary fix, you’re sure, like a bandaid where stitches should be, but seeing his eyes crinkle and hearing his laugh again is enough to soothe your worry for the rest of the night, at the very least.

“You’re sure you’ll be okay going back yourself?” You ask once the two of you reach the entrance to your apartment building.

“Yeah, of course.” Felix touches the back of his neck apologetically. “I’m sorry I kept you out so late.”

“Nonsense, Lix. I’m always here for you.”

Felix averts his eyes to his shoes, and you’re caught off guard by his facial expression: exhausted but contemplative, and possessing a sense of tenderness. It is a look that you don’t think you’ve seen before, and you feel your heartstrings pull at its unfamiliarity, its strange softness.

You say your goodbyes, but your "let me know when you get home safe" is cut short when you feel a hand catch your wrist, just as you’re entering the building.

How Felix doesn’t notice your frantic pulse beneath his touch is beyond you, but instead he parts his lips, and his next words resound in your mind as you try and fail to fall asleep that night.

“I can’t explain why, or how—but I feel braver when I’m with you, Y/N. I meant to tell you that earlier.”

And those three words rush to your mind fleetingly, like saltwater crashing against the shores of your mind. Even when the tide has subsided, they remain on the sand, waiting to be read aloud.

“Thank you,” Felix mumbles, “for everything.”

You don’t read out those words, of course. Instead, you reach up to squish Felix’s face and call him a sentimental dork, to which he rolls his eyes affectionately and bats you away, and the moment is over. But when you turn to go, your heart is pounding so loudly that your reply may as well have been a confession.

Three. You sink into your mattress, careful to keep your tea within your mug’s rim, and let out a hybrid of a groan and a sigh that is strikingly reminiscent of an old man lowering himself into a worn armchair.

You can’t remember the last time you had a cold this terrible. It feels as if your lungs took a plunge in a vat of wet cement and then rolled around in gravel immediately afterward. And it’s got you in the mood to do nothing but listen to the heavy drops of rain knocking against your window, curl up with a good show and a hot drink, and bask in your own congestion.

But then your phone, which you left in the bathroom, emits four deafening notification sounds, and you haul yourself back out of bed with a groan-sigh that’s twice as anguished as the last.

When you reach the hellish device, your best friend’s name greets you, and your ire dissipates momentarily.

From: Lix 🐣 Hey hey From: Lix 🐣 We still on for dinner tonight? From: Lix 🐣 Just gonna be me, Minho, Seungmin. Jeongin has a vocal lesson From: Lix 🐣 Please don’t play the “if Jeongin doesn’t go neither do I” card again I’ve had enough of it!!! ENOUGH

You let out a throaty laugh that sounds like one of Minho’s cats battling a hairball, heading back to bed.

From: Y/N 🌙 ahhhh i meant to text you earlier, but i have the worst cold From: Y/N 🌙 no clue how or why i caught it but i feel like fucking shit. it’d be a bad idea for me to come over right now From: Y/N 🌙 sorry :( can we raincheck in a few days? From: Y/N 🌙 (that way jeongin can come too!!!)

Felix dislikes this last text, and you snort into your tea.

From: Lix 🐣 Yeah, of course. Don’t apologize From: Lix 🐣 Do you need anything? You’re eating and sleeping well, yeah? From: Y/N 🌙 sleeping, YES.  From: Y/N 🌙 eating, not really 😅 but i don’t have much of an appetite anyways From: Y/N 🌙 don’t worry about me. i’ll be raring to go in a day or two

Felix starts to type a response, but the gray dots disappear after a bit, and you set your phone face-down on your nightstand. He probably has to get back to work, and you have to get back to your episode.

Slowly, the soporific fragrance of chamomile and the lull of relentless rain start to weigh on your eyelids, and you slump unconsciously into your makeshift fortress of blankets, your show playing to nobody.

Night has fallen by the time the door of your apartment clicks open, and Felix pokes a head into your dark kitchen, cautiously calling out your name. When you don’t respond, he slips inside and moves to your kitchen counter, where he unloads the bags in his arms. A spare key to your place dangles from the opening of his hoodie pocket. 

There’s a quiet knock on your bedroom door, another call of your name—infinitely softer this time, like how one would speak to a dove. But Felix finds you out like a light, even when he closes your laptop and puts it on your desk, checks your temperature with a gentle hand to your forehead. It feels normal enough to let you sleep, but warm enough that he brings a glass of water and two pills of ibuprofen to your nightstand, placed within your reach, should you wake up in the middle of the night needing them.

Using only the slivers of light coming in from the hallway, Felix allows himself to look at your sleeping form. Your breathing is callous but steady; your face pallid but peaceful. And if only you'd seen see the tiny, helpless smile that pulls at his lips; if only you'd heard the pulse protesting against his skin, yelling at him “do something about this, you fucking idiot, and do it soon."

But you don’t see or hear anything; you just speak, instead.

“Stay with me,” you whisper, and Felix’s hand freezes on your doorknob, his eyes widening in the darkness. “Please?”

There is a lengthy period of nothing, during which neither of you makes another noise; there is only the sound of your clock ticking, raindrops rushing against the windows, and Felix’s heart in his ears.

And then he moves.

“C'mere,” Felix murmurs once he’s lying down next to you, and you nestle into his embrace as easily as if you've always belonged there, your face burrowing into the crook of his neck, your arms winding around his waist, searching for him, asking for him.

Felix has always expressed his affection for people through touch, and you’ve gotten used to his constant hand on your shoulder, his leg resting against yours. But he thinks this is the first time you’ve initiated physicality outright, and he feels a concerned pang in his chest at your unexpected vulnerability. He lifts a hand to cradle the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair.

“Gonna get you sick,” you say with a wet sniffle, your voice muffled against him. And Felix presses a kiss to the top of your head, perhaps without thinking as much as he should have; but who can blame him for forgetting to think when he’s holding you the way he is?

“Don’t care,” he answers readily. “I'm not going anywhere.”

At some point before you fall back asleep, you think your mouth actually forms the words I love you, subtly and silently and into the fabric of his hoodie. But you resume your slumber before you can think more of it. (Felix waits until your breathing is steady again, checks your temperature one more time; and only afterward does he allow his eyes to close.)

The next morning, you wake to an empty bed and a Post-It note explaining that Felix had to run to a recording session: Check your kitchen! See u soon x. Accompanied by a small, messy doodle of a baby chick popping out of its egg.

Your face melts into a smile when you see that the fridge is chock-full of fresh groceries and the pantry has been restocked with your favorite snacks, including a batch of Felix’s world-famous sea salt brownies—accompanied by another note with another doodle, this time a crescent moon wearing your sneakers. Sugar is prolly bad for you rn. Pls have in moderation!

When you pull out your phone to thank him for everything, you see his remaining texts from yesterday—and you feel momentarily empty, as if only then noticing that you've been missing a fraction of your soul your whole life.

From: Lix 🐣 I’ll drop by tonight to check on you From: Lix 🐣 Wait for me, okay?

And he is right in front of you, just out of reach.

Four. “This isn’t a bad idea, right?” Chan asks under his breath.

“Nah, they’ll be fine,” Minho replies, clapping a hand on the leader’s shoulder. “Y/N will take care of him.”

A loud yelp comes from up ahead, and the men whip around quickly enough to crack a joint—only to realize that the noise was the opening note of DAY6’s “Not Mine,” and you and Felix have just launched into song so terribly and so loudly that it’s probably awoken the entirety of Seoul.

“And who’s gonna take care of Y/N?”

The two men look at each other for a moment before deciding they’re not interested in talking the two of you out of a disorderly intoxication charge. 

“Let me know when you get back!” Chan hollers after you, and they reenter the karaoke bar in a hurry.

The members decided to go out for karaoke after finishing promotions earlier that week, and Felix invited you to come along. And you might've gone a little overboard with the mango sake, but your level of tipsy is nothing compared to that of the blue-haired boy draped over you.

Felix is rather prone to hangovers, you’ve discovered from past experiences, so the moment he started speaking in some kind of nonsensical Korean-English mutation that not even Chan could understand, the members tasked you with taking him home early. Now, Felix has his arm around your neck, less out of affection and more out of a genuine requirement for support, doing his best to walk in a straight line. He hasn't stopped grinning for the last hour, and it doesn’t seem like he’s going to run out of energy anytime soon, not as long as there’s more of DAY6’s discography to butcher.

In spite of your foggy mind, you're well aware that your best friend has never been prettier. He sets the bar high as it is, but then you throw in the flushed lips and cheeks, the lopsided, ditzy grin, the wine-kissed complexion, and life becomes terribly difficult for you. It doesn’t help that alcohol amplifies his proclivity for physical contact—he's been attached to your hip all night, holding your waist, pulling you into incidental hugs.

Needless to say, your current situation is a bit precarious; but you don't know that. Not yet.

The two of you finish your disrespectful rendition of “Not Mine” just as you pass the apartment’s front desk, and it is only when you see the deadly look that the receptionist gives you over the brim of his glasses that you finally feel sober again. You have the sense to incline your head in apology. Felix, however, launches into “You Were Beautiful” without a care in the world.

You dig a pointed elbow into his ribs as you hit the up button, and his singing abruptly falters with a pained huff. "Ow."

“Take an intermission, superstar,” you say. “The receptionist looks like he’s ready to throttle us.”

“Ah, he would never. We’re tight,” he returns, and before you can stop him he’s lifting his head, raising his voice. “Have a good night, Mr. Seo!”

Your nose scrunches into an apprehensive wince—but instead, you think you hear a hint of a smile in the man's cool reply.

“You too, Mr. Lee. Keep your voices down, please.”

“Yes, sir!” You and Felix reply in unison. Felix gives you a smile that says I told you so before he nestles his cheek against your shoulder, and you shake your head. Nobody is immune to the boy’s brightness.

Entering the building seemed to be effective in calming Felix down. The elevator ride up is silent save for a bit of quiet humming, and you finally see a bit of sleep on his face when you open the door of his dorm and turn on the living room lights. He lets you escort him to his bathroom without a word.

“I’ll be here if you need me,” you say, reaching to pat his cheeks a couple times. “Be careful in there.”

“M’kay. Thank you," he says with a drowsy smile, and closes the door.

You pull out your phone and open up your messages with Chan, remembering his parting request.

To: Chan 🐺 we got back safe!! To: Chan 🐺 lix is gonna be okay. i'll take care of him

A few minutes later, a notification appears at the top of your screen; Chan left hearts on both of your messages and sent two in response.

From: Chan 🐺 Thanks, good to hear :) you get some rest too, okay? From: Chan 🐺 Bro tore that sake UP

You begin to type back a retort—give me a break it was basically JUICE—when you hear Felix call your name, his voice muffled through the bathroom door.

“What's up?” You answer.

“I think I’m...stuck.”

Now what the hell does that mean?

“Can I come in?”

“Mhm.”

You open the door, and your attempt to suppress your laughter fails with flying colors. Felix is well and truly stuck in his crewneck, the gray material swathed around his head, his arms positioned in some kind of advanced pretzel formation.

“You are a hot mess, Lee Yongbok," you sing, moving toward him, and he whines from inside his cotton prison.

“Please don’t kick me while I’m down.”

Grinning, you bring your fingers to the hem of his top and attempt to lift it over his head. He’s managed to tangle himself quite impressively, and the next few minutes are spent with you trying to extract him, like he’s that one nose hair that your tweezers have never been able to reach, all while he's moaning and groaning about the fabric catching on his earrings, about his joints not being able to handle this kind of pressure anymore.

He emerges from the crewneck a while later looking positively disgruntled. You toss the gray mass onto the counter, proud of your handiwork.

“So maybe I‘m a hot mess,” he concedes. “A little bit.”

“That's alright. We all have our moments,” you giggle. “Come on, let me help you with your jewelry.”

For a second, he looks like he’s about to protest—but the look you give him reminds him that his motor functions are currently on strike.

“Okay,” he mumbles adorably.

You position yourself a little closer to Felix and lift your hands to the nape of his neck, where the clasp of his chain lies. It takes you a few tries to undo it, and you end up having to use the mirror above the sink for guidance. Soon, there is a soft click. You set the chain down next to the crewneck before your hands return to the sides of his face, this time to tuck long, light blue strands behind the cuffs of his ears. Your fingers run over the curves of his silver earrings.

“Are these bothering you at all?” You ask nonchalantly. “I forgot you had so many piercings.”

In your peripheral vision, you see Felix’s lips move, but no sound comes out. Puzzled, you move your eyes to meet his, and it takes you one blink’s worth of time to understand the source of his speechlessness.

Somewhere between your reaching up to touch his necklace and the present moment, you’ve come incredibly, dangerously close to him. Close enough that you can count the freckles that speckle his skin like fallen stars, that you can feel the heat of his body against your own, that Felix’s eyes are nearly crossed trying to maintain eye contact with you.

Your heartbeat lodges itself firmly in your throat, and your thoughts evaporate into complete and utter disarray. There are three differently-worded apologies on the tip of your tongue within seconds. You immediately start to pray that he won’t remember this tomorrow morning. And your strongest impulse is to move; to get as far away from him as possible, before either of you does anything you'll regret.

But there is something that overwhelms your every instinct, and stops you from budging an inch. And that is the way Felix is looking at you, unblinking brown eyes filled with something that doesn’t have a name. It is the same tender expression that’d surprised you the first time you saw it, and it is with a spiraling stomach that you finally realize what that expression is.

You reach your conclusion a second after he does.

Felix’s hand lifts to cradle your jaw, his face moving closer to yours. Your foreheads touch, wisps of his hair falling over the bridge of your nose, your senses engulfed by the vanilla of his cologne and the touch of sweet wine on his breath. The scene is as delicate as a dragonfly’s tail dipping into a pond’s surface; even a minuscule disturbance would shatter this limbo instantaneously.

A part of you wishes that it would, but nothing does. There is only his pulse, perceptible through the thin cloth of his tank top, vehement beneath your fingertips—and your heart, naked and frail, sitting upon the palm of his hand.

Felix doesn’t push you away; he doesn’t kiss you. He does something far worse.

“I love you,” he whispers.

A few seconds. That is how long you stand there for, with every word of every language you know inaccessible, every qualm and doubt and source of anxiety that plagued your mind moments before now distant memories, every ounce of your energy channeled into keeping yourself upright.

But the few seconds feel like forever. The same way he has always felt like forever to you. The same way you imagined you would spend forever loving him, close enough for him to love you back, but far enough that he’ll never know the true nature of your affection: greater and truer than anything anyone would ever call friendship.

An urgent question suddenly surfaces in your mind: is he still drunk? He was falling up, down, and sideways minutes ago. Surely this was an intoxicated slip of the tongue. But you discern the slight tremble to Felix’s breathing and the intensity in his heavy-lidded gaze, all far too intentional, far too conscious to be wine-induced—leaving behind one impossible possibility.

You should be having your happy tears kissed from your face right now. You should be over the moon, relishing in the sensation of two stars aligning at long fucking last, the way you’ve dreamed of since the very first time you laid eyes on Felix.

But instead, you just feel inexplicably and profusely afraid.

You won’t remember the specifics of the next few minutes. You think you stumble away from him and whisper I’m sorry through watering eyes, though you don’t really know what for. He sputters something in return, his tone so desperate and confused that you feel your heart break to pieces on the spot. You apologize again, leave the bathroom, and move towards the apartment door as if your life depends on it. In your peripheral vision, you notice the crease of concern on Mr. Seo’s face when you stalk past him, tears now flying freely down your cheeks. You run into Minho and Jeongin when you step out of the building, and you see the worry that creases their faces, hear their voices calling your name. Jeongin's hand closes around your wrist—are you okay?! What the fuck happened?—but you do not, can not say anything, not right now.

And then you are alone again, and you briskly walk the two miles back to your apartment. Your mind and heart are every bit as foggy as the somber night sky that hangs over your head.

Five. When the two of you step out of the restaurant and into the evening, Felix turns around to face you, launching into his best tour guide walk.

“And, with that,” he says with a glowing smile, “we are nearing the end of our tour of Sydney.”

“Noooo,” you lament, reaching your arm out. Felix falls back into step beside you and links it with his, the movement like clockwork. Your jackets scrunch up together where your elbows bend. “Already?”

“Okay, the tour’s been going on for two days and you haven’t paid a cent for my toil. Don’t push your luck.”

Your laughter spills into the otherwise quiet avenue, the setting sun throwing shadows across the cement, but it always feels like midday when you have the brightest man in the world by your side.

When the two of you discovered you had a free weekend on the same days, Felix conjured up the idea of going home—and suggested that you go with him. You’d freaked out for a bit, but then Felix reminded you that his mom texts you on your birthday and that you’re on multiple different subscription plans with his sisters, and you collected yourself quite quickly. There was a lot of cheering over the phone when Felix informed his family that they’d finally get to meet you in person.

But such a fast trip to the other side of the world proved to be no easy feat. Felix took on the task of piecing together a travel plan that would cover most of his favorite spots in forty-eight hours. The last two weeks were filled with him fretting over the details and you fretting over him, asking time and time again if you could help with anything, only for him to shoo you away with a single hand and a pointed “you are my guest. Now leave me.”

With assistance from every other resource at his disposal, though, he pulled it off, and the weekend has been wonderful thus far.

“I think that was some of the best food I’ve ever had, seriously,” you hum. “I’ll be dreaming about those appetizers for the rest of my life.”

“I'm glad. It took a Socratic seminar to choose the place, after all."

(The Socratic seminar in question: a two-hour FaceTime call and an intense match of rock-paper-scissors between him and his siblings, aimed to decide on where Felix would take you for dinner the second night. Only for his mom to ignore all of their efforts and insist upon her own choice of restaurant instead—no ifs, ands, or buts.)

“We have to try your sisters’ recommendations the next time I visit, don’t we?”

“Yes," he returns, shuddering. "I think my family is done for if we don’t."

He has one place left to take you, and the two of you head there now, shoulder to shoulder, arm in arm.

A month has passed since that night.

You’ve tried with every fiber of your being to put the whole thing from your mind, of course to no avail. You see Felix’s flushed lips and gentle gaze every time you blink; you hear his “I love you” every time you’re alone, the words whispered in the wind and dragged over the earth, in tandem with your footsteps.

You wanted to fucking die of awkwardness in the few days following, but it was never an option for you to avoid Felix for long. The two of you still went on convenience store runs together; still met up for coffee before work; still continued your business as usual, against all odds. And you owed it all to Felix and how he knows you better than you know yourself. He didn’t try to talk to you when he sensed that you had nothing to say; nor did he try to bring you back when you felt miles away. He would just silently slip a pack of your favorite cookies into your grocery basket or order your drink on your behalf.

Felix had questions and wanted answers; there was no doubt about that. But he held his tongue, granted you as much space as you needed to come back to him. And you did, in your gradual, meticulous way.

You’re finally going to bring it up tonight. You’ve planned to since the day you confirmed the trip, and you hope that the final stop of the tour will be the perfect place to bite the bullet.

“We’re here,” Felix says.

The two of you have arrived at the bank of a wide river, and you’re at a temporary loss for words. To your right is a bridge that spans the distance of the water, and to your left is a stunning, panoramic view of the city of Sydney. Twilight has turned the buildings into dark silhouettes against the autumn sunset, and the water reminds you of a palette of oil paints with how it reflects the pinks and oranges in the sky.

Felix feels you tighten your hold around his arm, and he smiles when he sees the wonder in your eyes. He wishes he could see this place for the first time again.

“Not bad, huh?”

“No,” you murmur. “Not at all.”

“C’mon.”

Felix leads you to the center of the bridge, where he props his elbows atop the metal railing and looks over the water. You join him and pull out your phone, but no settings or adjustments render your camera capable of capturing the landscape's beauty.

(Until Felix throws up a peace sign and pokes his head into the corner of your frame. Then it stands a fighting chance.)

“What is this place?” You ask, your shoulder touching his when you also lean over the railing. “Why are we the only ones here?”

“Crazy, right?” Felix says proudly. “I dunno. I think it might be private property, or something. But it’s only a few blocks away from my house and on the way I used to take to school, so I used to come here all the time, always around this time of day.”

Felix’s gaze moves over the sky, oblivious to the fact that his eyes hold whole rainbows of their own.

“There was never anyone around, but I could still hear the birds chirping and the wind in the leaves. It felt like a corner of the world had been sealed off just for me. I’m glad to see that nothing’s changed.”

Some time passes, and Felix tells you more stories about this peculiar bridge: how he asked someone to formal and got rejected and came here to reflect on his actions; how he had to take two different buses every day because his school was so far away from his house, but he always stopped here to feed the families of mallards that came out to swim in the mornings, even if it meant he’d be late; how this was the last place he went to before moving to South Korea, because he knew he’d miss this nook of Sydney most.

Of all the places you've visited, you think this one will remain with you longest. As time elapses, the colors of the sunset augment and deepen, dyeing the world in ways that remind you of the aurora. And then there is the man, wearing a gentle smile to match his softened features, his voice to your ears what honey is to a sore throat, telling you about his past, letting you into yet another chamber of his soul.

You are in no way prepared to butcher the sanctity of this moment, but you know that you can only run for so long and so far. You owe it to him. You owe it to yourself.

When the sun’s final rays are clinging the faraway mountaintops, Felix lifts himself off the railing and stands up straight. “Ready to go home?"

And your hand finds his, the pads of your fingers cold against his skin. Felix is surprised at first, but then he sees the hint of sadness in your eyes and the tension in your shoulders, and he understands what’s coming.

“I want to talk to you about that night,” you say.

Felix doesn’t respond for a few seconds. But when he does, his voice is so soft and so infuriatingly kind that hearing it makes you want to sob.

“...you don’t have to, Y/N.”

“No. I do,” you return, startling even yourself with the firmness in your voice, "I don’t want to keep dancing around the topic, not when you’ve been waiting for as long as you have.”

You feel Felix’s gaze on your face, as if he’s trying to read between your lines, and then he yields with a slight incline of his head.

“Okay.” And the stage is yours.

You don't start talking right away, your mind reeling with the effort to organize everything you feel and verbalize everything you want to tell him. It isn’t until Felix gives your hand a gentle squeeze—you’ve forgotten that you’re still holding his—that you feel rooted in the moment again.

It’s Felix you’re talking to; your soulmate, your sunlight. Nothing you are about to say will ever change that. This, you believe with every fiber of your being. 

So you take a deep breath.

“When you said those words,” you begin, and the words sound alien in your voice, despite how many times you’ve rehearsed this conversation in your head, “I couldn’t process a thing. I was so happy, but I was so, so scared. I’ve spent the last month trying to figure out why I was so scared, and I can’t say that I know for sure yet, but I have a much better idea now, and—it’s a lot of things.

“For as long as I can remember, I have only ever been able to love profoundly and deeply, with everything in me. And over time, I led myself to believe that nobody would ever be able to understand or reciprocate my love, not in the manner I want most.”

You feel yourself starting to waver, but you find strength in his touch.

“But you changed that, Felix. You walked into that café that afternoon with your voice and your smile, and suddenly I’d found you—someone who experiences life the way I do, who loves the way I love. And every day since, I’ve been surrounded by you and your effortless warmth and your beautiful soul. It was only a matter of time before I started hoping, constantly and stupidly, that you would one day love me, the same way that I—”

Your voice catches in your throat like a heel slamming into car brakes, “love you” hanging so dangerously from the tip of your tongue that you’re stunned it doesn’t fall out right away.

“But that’s why I’m fucking terrified,” you go on. “When you told me you loved me, I felt like I could fly. But I also felt like I was falling—and maybe this is because I was still tipsy, I'm not really sure—but in that moment I saw a world where we weren't there to catch each other, where something had gone horribly wrong and I'd wake up one morning and you’d—you’d just be a distant memory.

“And that was the thought that shook me so badly: losing you. Leaving you.” You’re crying now, tears paving golden trails against your cheeks. “For whatever reason, that was the first thing that came to mind, and it broke me.”

You need to wrap it up, and fast, if your faltering voice and racing heart are any indication.

“I meant it when I apologized to you that night. I’m sorry, Lix. I’m sorry I made everything so fucking complicated. I’m sorry that I ran away. I’m sorry that I hurt you, or worried you. But I want you to know that I feel more for you than you will ever understand; I just need a little more time to put it into words. So, wait for me—”

Your eyes squeeze shut, and you finally cave, your last word coming out in a shattered rasp.

“—please.”

And the syllable has barely left your mouth when Felix lets go of your hand, only to bring his arms around you and pull you to his chest with such urgency that the breath momentarily leaves your lungs.

When you fall against him, you fall entirely apart. You have no idea where all the feelings are coming from, only that they’re suddenly overwhelming your every sense. And you start to cry, really cry, your fingers seeking refuge in his jacket, in his hair. 

The sun departs at last, and night starts to fall. You lose track of how long you remain in this position, shaking with hushed sobs, fighting to regain control of your emotions. But Felix stays with you through it all, muted tears of his own intermingling with yours in the material of his scarf. He holds you carefully yet fiercely, like you really will crumble if he lets go.

And he waits, because of course he does. He would wait lifetimes for you.

One. The way you thaw is like melting snow.

It happens under your nose for the most part, but it is slow, sure, and irreversible, and you open your eyes one morning only to realize that the world outside has changed—and so have you.

You roll over and pick up your phone. There are unread messages from Felix sitting in your notifications, probably confirming the plans you made to get coffee before work today, but you put them on hold for now. Instead, you open up your camera roll and find an album, labeled with a sun emoji and yellow heart.

You made this a few months after you met Felix, and you’ve doted on it since, in the sense that you update it almost every day. Funnily enough, though, you’ve never looked through the album just to look through it. Maybe because you’ve never had the time or felt the impulse, but more likely because you know that the album is a visual time capsule of your relationship with the most important person in your life—which has never been purely platonic for you, despite how hard you’ve tried to change your heart.

Looking through it would mean acknowledging your true emotions, something you’ve never felt ready for.

Now, you open the album without a second thought, a preemptive smile on your lips. And you find yourself swept out of your bed and thrown back inside each of the pictures you see, reliving the moments as vividly as if you’re watching them on film.

This is one of your favorites, taken during a late-night tteokbokki run to a small restaurant behind Felix's company building. Felix was laughing so hard at one of your stories that he could only take bites of his meal every five minutes. His face had broken into a dazzling grin, his figure blurring as he lurched forward in his seat, trying to pull his hood over his face in secondhand embarrassment. Snap. He is always handsome, extraordinarily so, but you think you love the way he looks here most of all: every guard of his lowered, carefree, happy.

Another is from the first time you met Chan. Nowadays, your interactions with the boys consist mostly of running into them at Felix's dorm and making friendly small talk. But it's always been different with the oldest member. The first time Felix introduced the two of you, you clicked straightaway, and you had to have spent four hours after dinner just talking, scouring the city for something cold to eat. By the end of the sweltering summer night, the three of you were perched atop a short stone barrier in a secluded corner of Seoul, right outside the best bingsu place in all of South Korea. Felix had leaned over to steal the last cube of mango from Chan’s bowl, to Chan's dramatic protest. Snap. And Chan is like a brother to you now; you will never be able to fathom how much light Felix has brought to your life, be it through him or the people he loves.

A computer screen displaying a League of Legends scoreboard, in which Felix has died more times than there were minutes of the game. Snap. You (not sober) in the center of Felix's living room, your body poised in what is supposed to be the chorus of “Queencard," Felix and Bin completely losing their shit on the couch. Snap. His head bowed in anguish over a bowl of brownie batter after he mistakes salt for sugar. Snap. A low-quality, tiny Felix on stage, the brightest grin on his face when he finally manages to spot you in the nosebleeds. Snap. Your dining table creaking under the weight of all the gifts he got you for your last birthday. Snap. Him and one of your best friends from home, arms around each other, peace signs thrown up, beaming. Snap.

There are countless more, and they are all so incredibly near and dear to you, all thanks to the freckled boy in each. 

You respond to Felix's messages (“be there soon!”), and then move to get dressed. There is a new sense of certainty in your gait when you emerge from your building and into the quiet morning.

The weather is lovely, the fresh sunlight cream-colored against a cloudless sky, the light breeze shuffling the new leaves about. A hound’s ears twitch when you hurry past its home; it is too drowsy to investigate your presence further. The only sounds in the air are the chattering of sparrows in the branches above you and the soles of your shoes, moving quickly across the sidewalk. The wonder in the world is more palpable to you today than it’s ever been.

Soon, the chalk-written menu and hand-carved wooden sign of your favorite café come into view, and you open the door. There are only a few customers inside, and you spot your person right away: his long, dark hair partially pinned back, his figure flattered by a black long sleeve and jeans. He has a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, as well as two drinks on the table before him: one caramel latte and one black milk tea.

When he hears the door jingle, he looks up, and the smile that melts across his face is so fond that you can’t believe there was ever a time when you doubted his feelings for you.

The way his loving smile mirrors onto your face is as inevitable and involuntary as destiny herself.

“Hi,” Felix says, rising from his seat.

“Hey, you,” you answer. “Wanna take a walk?”

And so you do.

You link arms, as always; you try each other’s drinks, as always; you manage to talk about everything and nothing all at once, as always. But when his company building comes into view, your footsteps come to a halt, and your hand fastens around the cuff of his sleeve.

“Hey, Lix—"

When his eyes meet yours, the sun hits them just right, and you have not known anything as clearly and certainly as you do right then.

“—I love you.”

Felix can only stare, his eyes so wide that you can see the whites of them all around, his straw falling from his parted lips.

Then, a smile starts to creep across his face like spilt syrup.

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Lee Yongbok.”

He sets his bag and drink down on the pavement. “Again, please.”

“I love you,” you repeat, starting to laugh. “I love you, I love you, god, I love you, Felix, so fucking much—”

Felix brings his hands to either side of your face, leaning his forehead against your own. And this time, there is no hesitation, no fear—only starlight when he tilts your chin up and finally, finally presses his lips to yours.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, hordes of them flapping so fervently you feel as though you might take off into the air, but you seek out his elbows, then his shoulders, and then the back of his neck, anchoring yourself to the earth, to him. Felix kisses you like he will never be able to again, and it is all you can do to savor how the curve of his smile feels against your own; how he murmurs the words “I love you, too” in between breaths. He tastes like sugar and smells like shampoo. He feels like forever.

© 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐱 (est. 090323) · 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤? please consider reblogging, commenting, or sending me an ask to let me know; or, read my other writing here. thanks so much for the support ♡

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One-Shot Masterlist

The is the part of my Masterlist with every one-shot story that will (most likey) not get a squeal, sorted by group. It starts off with how my original Masterlist was sorted, so scroll down to find you favorite idol/group. For bigger, orgy-type smuts with multiple idols (2+), look at the (features), though some are in Series' ;)

IZ*ONE One-Shots are in my IZ*ONE Masterlist, all series' are in my Series Masterlist!

IZ*ONE MASTERLIST HERE

SERIES MASTERLIST HERE

Stats: 80 Links; 51 Stories linked; 40 Groups with 111 Idols written

GFRIEND/VIVIZ

Yerin - Say It Again

Eunha, Umji - Commas, Colons, Cumming 

Sinb, Eunha - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 1)

Sowon, Yuju, Yerin, Eunha - Vexatious (orgy, 17some) (futa!Eunha)

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ITZY

Yeji - Dazed (ft. Yoojung)

Yeji, Yuna - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)

Yuna - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Lia - (T)highly likely

Chaeryeong - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Lia - Series Masterlist (Phone)

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Weki Meki

Yoojung - Dazed (ft. Yeji)

Yoojung - Carry a Stranger (Quickie)

Rina - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

Doyeon - Series Masterlist (Possession of the Queen)

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I.O.I

Yoojung - Dazed (ft. Yeji)

Yoojung - Carry a Stranger (Quickie)

Somi - Let It All Out (Quickie)

Somi, Chungha - Plan B

Somi - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Somi - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Doyeon - Series Masterlist (Possession of the Queen)

Mina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Chaeyeon - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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TWICE

Dahyun - Commitment

Dahyun - Scandal (Quickie)

Dahyun, Mina, Sana - Kim Corruption: The Video Version

Mina, Tzuyu - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)

Mina, Sana - Four Cherries (IZ*ONE + TWICE 5some)

Mina, Nayeon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Momo, Chaeyoung - Hot Helping Hands

Momo - Teased Promotion (Quickie)

Mina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 1)

Sana - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Nayeon - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Tzuyu - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Jeongyeon - Series Masterlist (Phone)

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aespa

Karina - Do-Nothing-Day (fluff)

Karina - Mildly Unfair (ft. Wonyoung, Eunbi)

Winter - LOYAnaL (Quickie ft. Chaewon)

Winter - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

NingNing - The Pull (ft. Hyewon)

Winter, Karina - Vexatious (orgy, 17some) (futa!Karina)

Giselle - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 1)

Karina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 2)

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Dreamcatcher

Yoohyeon, Sua, Gahyeon - Labyrinth of the Six (Everglow vs Dreamcatcher 7some)

Yoohyeon, Sua - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Gahyeon - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Handong, Siyeon, Dami - Vexatious (orgy, 17some) (futa!Handong)

JiU - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 1)

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WJSN

Exy - New Lyrics

Luda - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 1)

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EVERGLOW

E:U, Sihyeon, Aisha - Labyrinth of the Six (Everglow vs Dreamcatcher 7some)

Yiren - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yiren - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Yiren - Series Masterlist (Phone)

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fromis_9

Jiheon, Chaeyoung, Nagyung - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)

Hayoung - The Gamer and the Pornstar (ft. Sakura of IZONE)

Hayoung, Nagyung - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

Jiheon - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 2)

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IVE

Yujin - Inspection Day (ft. Eunbi, Chaewon) TW

Yujin - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)

Gaeul - Beautiful, Beautiful Power (futa!Gaeul)

Gaeul - Paradise (fluff/angst)

Gaeul - Pink Sheets of the Gangbang Queen (Quickie)

Rei - Two Selfies (Quickie)

Rei - Two Selfies and a GIF

Liz - Perfection, We Find

Wonyoung, Rei, Gaeul - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Wonyoung - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Yujin - Series Masterlist (Eleven to One-Universe)

Yujin - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Gaeul - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Gaeul - Series Masterlist (Blonde)

Rei - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Rei - Series Masterlist (Double Stacked)

+

Kep1er

Xiaoting - Changer (Quickie)

Xiaoting - To Share A Drink (ft. Shuhua & Yuqi)

Xiaoting - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Xiaoting, Yujin - Highkey (Quickie)

Dayeon - Dayeons Disciplinary Diary (with Chaehyun & Xiaoting)

Hikaru, Bahiyyih, Youngeun, Yeseo - A Keplian Rocket (Quickie)

Xiaoting - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Xiaoting - Series Masterlist (On her)

Chaehyun - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Chaehyun - Series Masterlist (Double Stacked)

Dayeon - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Yujin - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Mashiro - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Mashiro - Series Masterlist (A member for the members)

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CLC

Seungyeon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yujin - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

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LOONA

Heejin - In Vino Veritas (Quickie)

Heejin - The Real Daddy (Quickie) (futa!Heejin)

Gowon - Revelation in a Shower

Yeojin - You asked for it

Yeojin, Jinsoul - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yeojin - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Heejin - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Hyunjin - Series Masterlist (On her)

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LE SSERAFIM

Chaewon - Four Cherries (IZ*ONE + TWICE 5some)

Chaewon - LOYAnaL (Quickie ft. Winter of aespa)

Chaewon - Inspection Day (ft. Eunbi, Yujin) TW

Chaewon, Sakura - Fanmating (3Kim Quickie ft. Minju)

Chaewon, Sakura - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Sakura - Legendary Cookies (IZ*ONE 6some)

Yunjin, Kazuha - When Life Gives You Bandmates, Make A Mess Out Of Them

Yunjin, Kazuha - HCHQ - Double Team (futa!idols)

Chaewon - Series Masterlist (My Kinky Wife)

Sakura - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 1 & 2)

Kazuha - Series Masterlist (On her)

Yunjin - Series Masterlsit (My Kinky Wife)

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Red Velvet

Yeri - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Yeri - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Irene - Series Masterlist (On her)

Seulgi - C'mon (ft. Jini, Haewon) (idol x idol)

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woo!ah!

Nana - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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(G)I-DLE

Shuhua, Yuqi - To Share A Drink (ft. Xiaoting)

Miyeon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Minnie, Yuqi, Miyeon - To Glide (idol x idol x idol)

Minnie - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Shuhua - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Miyeon - Series Masterlist (On her)

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StayC

Isa - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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gugudan

Mina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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Rocket Punch

Yeonhee - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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Girls’ Generation

Tiffany, Sooyoung - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yoona - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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DIA

Chaeyeon - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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Weeekly

Monday - Series Masterlist (On her)

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BLACKPINK

Rose - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Rose - The Interview

Jennie - Series Masterlist (On her)

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Apink

Bomi - Series Masterlist (Phone)

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NewJeans

Minji - Dr. Minji (Quickie)

Minji, Hanni - Glossy Friendship (futa!Minji)

Minji - Series Masterlist (On her)

Hanni - Series Masterlist (On her)

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KARD

Jiwoo - Helping my divine friend with something although she could help herself because I’m such a nice guy but I really misjudged things and now they go wrong 

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cignature

Jeewon - Fresh, Right from the Source

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Oh My Girl

Arin - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yooa - GAMBLE (futa!Yooa x Female Reader)

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Soloist

IU - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

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MAMAMOO

Hwasa - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

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NMIXX

Sullyoon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Sullyoon - SULLied MINd (ft. Minju)

Jini - C'mon (ft. Seulgi, Haewon) (idol x idol)

Haewon - C'mon (ft. Jini, Seulgi) (idol x idol)

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LIGHTSUM

Sangah, Chowon - It takes two to shut her up (futa!Chowon)

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Purple Kiss

Swan - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Goeun - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

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tripleS

Sohyun - Series Masterlist (A member for the members)

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Pixy

Sua - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

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Lovelyz

Sujeong - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

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TRI.BE

Hyunbin - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

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Link for Just Testing

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[let-them-read-fics]

In Your Dreams

Pairing: Yoohyeon x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut

Word Count: 2,273

Summary: When a 2AM knock came at your door during one of the season’s most torrential downpours, you never expected to find her, of all people, standing on your porch and looking so desperate. 

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry for the wait, but here’s the Yooh smut I promised :) Siyeon is next, so keep an eye out for that <3

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“Yoohyeon?” You gaped, shock evident in your tone as you lowered the television remote in your hand (which you had been fully prepared to use as a weapon, had she been anyone else). You quickly sat it down on the table by the door and peered at her, full of concern.

Her clothes were completely sodden – every fiber of them packed full of chilly rainwater as they clung tightly to her – and you had to make a conscious effort to not stare at the expanse of skin that her partially unbuttoned shirt exposed. 

The dark cover of night behind her was disrupted by the house lights of the neighborhood – all switched on, acting as little beacons of hope through the raging storm. A large flash of lightning came, too, streaking sharply against the brooding clouds above. 

“What are you doing here?” Your wide eyes darted across her features, searching for an explanation, but she shied away for some reason and failed to utter more than a quiet word here or there. 

When a clap of thunder rang out mere seconds later, she tensed slightly, still shivering from the cold.

You shook your head at her odd behavior but reached out, nonetheless, and pulled her inside. 

Perhaps a little shelter from the elements would open her up.

Water cascaded freely off of her, dripping down onto your floors and filling your foyer with its quiet sounds as you quickly shut and locked the door. You approached her again and moved her closer to the nearby vent that blew wondrous, warm air into the open space, silently hoping that it could work some magic. 

But even once you gave her time to acclimate and returned your gaze to hers, she continued to avoid it. 

Curious, you took it upon yourself to reach up and cup her cheeks, coaxing her into letting you see her. 

When you did, something clicked. Only then did you really take in the full sight of her. 

A vibrant blush painted her cheeks, and her pupils were blown wide as she peered back at you. Beneath the mussed, white, now practically see-through button up she had on, a set of dark lingerie showed, complimenting her tanned skin beautifully. One of the lacy straps of it had long ago fallen off of her shoulder, and her breast was close to showing because of that. The lines of her abs were visible as well, and every movement she made was full of some kind of alluring, restrained tension. 

Like it was killing her not to reach out and touch you.

Her bottom lip was rosy and swollen, due to her habit of biting it when she gets aroused. 

“I had a dream about you,” she admitted, like she couldn’t hold it in anymore. Her breathing was a bit quicker than normal – less stable. 

You were her best friend; she couldn’t believe she was about to do something like this. 

Her drenched clothes, paired with the warm air that felt its way up her body, created a tantalizing mix of sensations that caused goosebumps to arise; and your hands on her only multiplied them even more. She almost couldn’t stand it.

“And you drove all the way here because of it?” You wondered aloud, quirking a brow.

Though you weren’t totally oblivious to the implication behind her words, incredulity overtook your mind and tone. Even if she had had a wet dream about you, you were sure she would just laugh it off like everything else. Like every other charged interaction you’d ever shared, that danced precariously along the border of platonicity and attraction. 

There was no way she planned to do something about it. 

…right?

She swallowed, taking a second to decide if she was prepared to cross this boundary with you. You’d both tested the limits of your “friendship” before, playing with fire, toying with the line and pushing things to get a rise out of one another – but neither of you had had the courage to follow through completely. 

At least not until now.

Her head nodded sheepishly, sealing your fate. 

“I tried to take care of it myself, Y/N/N, but nothing felt as good as you did in that dream. Will you help me?” The soft plea in her voice bordered on a whine, and it ignited something in you that you had never fully considered with her before. 

Drip, drip, drip

Water pooled at your feet now, resembling the mess that you had inadvertently made in her panties. 

She wanted to take you right here on the floor, or up against the wall that stood behind you. She wanted to rip your clothes off and hear the beautiful timbre of your voice as you came undone, moaning her name. 

But she didn’t. She waited, doing her best to ignore the throbbing of her center and the curious way your eyes kept returning to her body, dropping lower and lower. She waited on you to make the next move, needing to know you wanted her just as badly as she did you.

“Kiss me, Yooh.”

That simple request set her in motion, and she had you in her arms in a second. The subsequent gasp that resounded in your throat at the coldness of her clothes was muffled by her lips before it really had a chance to escape. 

Desperation took on human form as she backed you up against the wall, stripping out of her shirt and slipping her shoes off all the while. 

You moaned into her mouth when she hastily unzipped your pants, nearly breaking your zipper in the process. 

Her frigid fingers slid past your panties with no further warning, and she whimpered quietly when she felt how wet you already were. 

“Y/N…” 

If there was any chance left of her restraining herself, it would have to be now. She was teetering on the edge of no control, and each second that she spent with you loosened her grip on the reins more and more.

“Keep going,” you breathily instructed, allowing your head to loll back against the wall. “I’m all yours.”

She shuddered, both out of excitement and chill. A new kind of darkness eclipsed the usual innocence of your eyes, and she didn’t quite know what to do with herself because of it. 

“Please tell me this is real…”

You chuckled at her earnesty. Even now, in a moment like this, she was capable of making you laugh. 

When you leaned forward and pressed an open mouthed kiss to her neck, she melted into you. You reached down into her pants to cup her with one hand, feeling the warmth that radiated from her cunt even through the lingerie, while the other wrapped around her, tenderly kneading the supple skin of her ass. 

She rocked against you out of instinct, vying for any bit of relief you would possibly award her; the needy movements pushed her own palm harder against your clit, causing you to moan softly. 

Her heart skipped a beat at the sound. 

“Does this feel real enough, baby?” You asked against her pulsepoint, just as your teeth lightly trailed across her sensitive skin. The taut muscles of her neck jumped as she strained helplessly in response. 

“Fuck,” she whined, embarrassed by how much of a mess you’d turned her into. She could feel your smile grow, and it made her walls pitifully flutter and clench around nothing.

“I know you can answer me better than that,” you teased.

You pushed her lace to the side and easily slid two fingers inside of her dripping heat, resolving to get your answer that way instead. 

“Ah!” She moaned at the intrusion, high pitched and broken as she was caught off guard. She looked down between your bodies, watching your fingers rhythmically disappear and reappear at her entrance as you fucked her. A new rise of blush made its way up to her ears at the sounds that she produced – none of which she had any semblance of control over. 

“Yoohyeon…” you warned, still waiting. 

“Yes, Y/N,” she replied, aware of her mistake – though, truthfully, she would make it again a million times over if it got you to touch her like this every time. “It feels so good. Please,” she stressed, fully aware that she wouldn’t survive if you left her without release now, “...don’t stop.” 

Her wish was your command. 

Encouraged by her words, you hiked one of her legs up around your waist and settled closer to her. The new position enabled you to easily reach her g-spot, and her resulting, guttural moan confirmed it. 

You wasted no time in exploiting that in the best possible kind of way. 

The ache between her thighs mingled with pleasure, both in equal, overwhelming doses. A tingling sensation was creeping its way up her spine, and the butterflies in her stomach only grew more untamed. 

“Just like that, jagiya,” she begged into your ear. 

Her hips stuttered, jerking messily as she bucked into you over and over. 

“You’re doing so good, baby,” you praised, admiring the flush of her skin and the way she trembled in your arms. Her weak legs squirmed, shaking as she used what strength she had left to hump a little faster. 

You added another finger as a silent way of rewarding her, and the resulting rush of warmth you felt around them made you smile. Her walls pulsed, eagerly stretching to accommodate the change, and beckoned you back inside with every pump you delivered. 

Even her pussy was greedy for you. 

Both of her hands went to the back of your neck as she pulled you forward and sealed her lips against yours in the dark. She didn’t waste much time with demurity; her kisses were messy and full of need as she tangled her fingers in your hair and roughly tugged on it. 

She swallowed up the subsequent sound of shock that you let out and used the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. 

It was warm and inviting, just like the rest of her – so eager to please you. She stole your breath away when her kisses grew harsher – more possessive; the tell-tale clenching of her walls around your fingers told you she was getting dangerously close to release, and the small, staccato breaths she let out through her nose made you smile lightly. 

She was so precious, like that. Such a slut for you that she drove all the way to your house in the pouring rain at 2AM, and yet she still clung to her habitual shyness in a few small, undeniable ways. 

Knowing that she had it so bad for you boosted your ego majorly. 

Lightning flashed close by outside, and the bright pulse of it highlighted your combined, desperate movements against one another. She pressed further into you, and you knew she couldn't hold out any longer. 

Her pitiful shaking brought out the more merciful side of you.

“Show me what you can do, Yooh. Cum on my fingers,” you commanded, pulling away just enough to rest your forehead against hers. Her arms tightened around your neck, tethering you impossibly closer. 

The snap of her hips grew messy and rough – more primal as they worked to match the rhythm of your hand – and with a succession of filthy moans and whines, she hit her high. Her raised leg tightened around your waist, flexing to keep you in place. She cried your name out and clung to you, digging her nails into your shoulders hard enough to leave marks. 

You grimaced at the sting, but knowing you’d been the one to make her feel so good made the pain insignificant. 

She buried her face in your neck, peppering slow, grateful kisses there, and you held her close until her breathing began to even out again. 

When she eventually pulled away, you expected her to take a break. You gently lowered her leg and smiled at her, prepared to help her over to the couch so she could recover. 

But her release merely seemed to reenergize her, somehow, and she had no plans of stopping anytime soon.

She dropped to her knees in front of you and slid your pants down your legs in one motion, taking you by surprise. 

“It’s your turn now, baby,” she smirked up at you, tilting her head as a mischievous gleam showed in her eyes. Yet another flash of lightning came, outlining her striking features amid the darkness; she was a vision to behold in every way. 

Her lips easily found your v-line and felt their way across it, leaving kisses and little nips in their wake. Your head lolled back again as the promise of what was to come sank in. 

Along the backs of your calves her hands skimmed, trailing upwards and paying attention to every inch of you that they could touch. Desire led them – a fact evident in the wanton way they groped you. 

“God, I can’t wait to taste you.” She sighed the admission against your skin as if she’d been starved for a year and you were the first bit of food she had laid eyes on since. 

The conviction in her behavior made you blush, wondering how you’d ever survive whatever it was that she had in store. 

How you'd managed to survive so long without it stumped you just as much. 

Your body hummed in silent, aching anticipation. Like a band pulled tight, ready to snap at any moment. 

It seemed to set something off within her.

“You’d better choose a safe word now, Y/N,” she warned. 

[writerpeach]

Never Safe For Work

Dreamcatcher Gahyeon x m!reader

word count: 14k

The long-awaited return to the Dreamcatcher Office series

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Universally, it went without saying that nobody in their right mind liked Mondays, for obvious reasons. But Tuesdays? Those were the real fucker. 

The beginning of the work week always started the same way. Monday mornings were nothing but meetings, meetings, and more meetings. So that meant Tuesdays were not just four days left to endure, but time spent dealing with the aftermath from those endless hours of time spent discussing problems, budgets, and other mundane matters—time that could have easily been spent working on more crucial responsibilities.

Each hour passed felt longer than the previous one. Every minute dragged on as if it would never end. 

Early morning hours were the most troublesome part of the day to get through, weighed down by never-ending tasks daunting for an entire team, let alone one person. Not that the rest of the week’s schedule wouldn’t be any better, always filled, with the following day more hectic than the last one.

While the weekend seemed so out of reach, somehow you mustered up the energy to tackle your responsibilities, but even the simplest task felt difficult to do before your regularly scheduled trip to the vending machine and a refill of coffee. Equipped with a hot mug, alongside your second headache of the day, you sorted through dozens of emails about new projects from your bosses, other clients, and business partners. And just when you finished one task, another would be assigned to you, another plate to spin, another fire to put out.

Despite how early it was, you needed a break—caffeine wasn’t doing its job properly, so maybe you needed an extra dose, a shot of espresso from the fancy machine in the break room that you never touched for fear of breaking it. But before you could even get out of your chair, before you could stretch your arms, a loud knock at the door interrupted your countless thoughts. 

Great. 

Almost nothing good came from a knock at the door before noon. Usually, your superiors would call your office when they needed something, but when they needed to show up in person—that was when you were doomed. So, with dreadful anticipation as to which boss would further ruin your day, you waited for the door to open, half expecting flames to appear on the other side. 

But when the door creaked open and the figure standing in the doorway did not sport a pair of devil horns, you let out an enormous sigh of relief that it was only your assistant, Gahyeon. It wasn’t that she didn’t cause problems of her own, yet at least she wasn’t here to chastise you about an impending deadline or shove a brand new project to your already massive pile of work.

"Good morning, boss,” Gahyeon said as she stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, her mouth twisted into a less than genuine smile. 

“You look pretty busy.” Nothing she could have said would be more obvious other than calling water wet. With a heavy sigh, you glared at her and tried to keep your annoyance in check. Given the evident stack of documents on your desk, you couldn’t afford to waste any time today. 

"You’re late, Gahyeon. Once again. It’s half past ten, and you were supposed to be here over an hour ago.”

Upon entering the office, Gahyeon shrugged without a care in the world, but at least had the courtesy to shut the door so you could reprimand her in private. “But I’m here now, aren’t I?” 

That annoying smirk on her face made it even worse. You wouldn’t have been so annoyed with her if she hadn’t done this during one of the busiest weeks of the year. Nearly three months had gone by since you promoted Gahyeon to fulltime and made her your personal assistant. Essentially, it was the same job but with increased responsibilities and higher expectations, but you were beginning to regret it when she fell back on old habits. 

“Well, I’ve done all the heavy lifting already since you couldn’t bother to show up when I actually needed you. There’s not much left to do right now. Go get some coffee or something.” 

“But I don’t like coffee…” Gahyeon pouted, always finding an excuse to fight back against even the smallest command. 

With the last of your worn patience razor-thin, you resisted the urge to snap at her while rolling your eyes practically out of your head. There was little you wanted to deal with right now, but if she was here, then you’d find some purpose for her. "Then go get something else to drink, Gahyeon. Just be back here within five minutes."

As Gahyeon left the room, you took a deep breath and rubbed your temple. Having such an unreliable assistant just added more stress, especially when she often had to be micromanaged at every moment. Your one hope would be that Gahyeon took her new position more seriously and became a valuable asset to the team, rather than a hindrance. The last thing you needed was someone to babysit. 

Trying to put a dent in your many, many emails, Gahyeon returned with a bottle of fruit juice in hand, plopped down in a chair in front of your desk and took a sip, an unnerving smile etched on her smug features. She wiped her mouth, leaving a lipstick stain on the bottle as she placed it on your desk. 

"You look like you could use a break, boss," she said in her usual cocky tone. Again—nothing had been more obvious. 

“I could always use a break,” you replied, raising an eyebrow while you looked up from your monitor. “But that’s not a luxury we have. There’s a lot of work to be done, and not enough time to do it.” 

Growing more frustrated, you looked back at your monitor, then back at Gahyeon, who hadn't moved aside from continuing to sip her fruit juice. You took a good look at her—with everything going on, her outfit hadn’t caught your attention until now. When Gahyeon was an intern, you would typically ignore it as long as her attire didn't deviate too far from the office dress code, but now that she held a place on your team, there was an expectation to dress more professional. However, every day she showed up she seemed to wear something that the higher-ups would consider wildly inappropriate. 

“Gahyeon, what have I told you about your work attire?” 

“What’s wrong with it?” Gahyeon looked down at her outfit, puzzled as if she wasn’t wearing anything out of the ordinary. Which, if it were up to you, would be fine—but even if you didn’t make the rules, it was your responsibility to make sure that everyone who worked underneath you followed them. 

“Do I really need to answer that? A skull tie, ripped stockings, and those boots? This is a professional environment, Gahyeon,” you said, letting your frustrations all out. “And you’re expected to dress as such. You’re not that clueless intern anymore, you’ve moved up. You represent this company now, so when I ask tasks to be run and our clients show up and see you like that—”

“But I like the way it looks…I like being comfortable.” 

Like always, Gahyeon missed the point, and you could feel the throbbing ache in your temple again. 

“Gahyeon, do you think I like wearing these stuffy collared shirts? Or these boring, constricting ties? No, I hate them, but I deal with it.” 

Before continuing, you let out a deep breath. “I don’t ask for much. Just that you show up on time and wear work-appropriate clothing. Yet you’ve failed to do both today. When I decided to hire you, it was because you promised me that you would take this position seriously, but if you won’t—then I can easily find somebody else who will.”

“Okay, okay. Calm down, boss. Tomorrow, I’ll wear one of your ugly little ties. And high heels. I promise.” 

“Just be professional.” 

“Aren’t I always? I’ll wear my best outfit. You won’t even recognize me.” 

Gahyeon wasn't the same intern she was a year before, despite her sometimes acting like it. You had a feeling she would come around eventually, she just needed a little push in the right direction. 

“So…is there anything I can help with, boss?” Gahyeon asked, even if it was a bit too little too late. 

After a long pause, she leaned against your office desk, looking around at cluttered reports, financial documents, endless proposals, and worst of all—an entirely too empty coffee mug. Out of frustration, you laughed—because what didn't you need help with? 

“Everything,” you said, slumping back in your chair. “I need to finish looking over these reports so I can have them sent to Minji. I’ve got weeks of expenses that need to be tallied up so Siyeon can reimburse me. There’s a video meeting with our new business partner in an hour and I haven’t even begun to prepare for it yet. And on top of that, every time I take a sip of coffee, my inbox keeps filling up. I just—” 

Letting out a sigh of defeat, your voice sounded more and more strained. To make matters worse, Gahyeon hopped atop your desk, interrupting any chance to finish more work. She crossed her legs before reaching forward and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently. 

“Boss, you’re stressed. And your muscles are so tense. It sounds like you need a massage. Do you want me to give you one?” 

“That’s not what I need, Gahyeon. I just need you to help me look over these reports.”

“But that’s so boring,” she whined, pouting those sultry lips in disappointment. Having little energy left to endure her presence, you could feel your headache coming back. 

“That’s why it’s called work, we’re not at a theme park. You asked what I needed help with, so this is what I need help with. Maybe after we finish, then you can give me a massage.” 

Gahyeon wasn't pleased with your response, as evidenced by the look in her eyes. Refusing to sit idly, she lifted herself up off your desk and slid onto your lap before you could say another word, swinging her legs over to one side, so the weight of her generous butt rested on your thigh. But she couldn’t help but fiddle with your tie, flashing a flirtatious glance in your direction.

“You smell good, boss. New cologne?” Gahyeon asked, leaning in much closer until her face became mere inches from yours, with her seductive lips dangerously close. It became impossible to avoid her gaze, and you were inclined to lift her petite frame anchored on your lap. However, it didn't really matter because fighting Gahyeon's charm was a hopeless battle.

“I don’t wear cologne. But you need to get off me, you’re being a distraction.” 

Gahyeon didn’t care—rarely did she ever, with the only goal to get whatever she wanted. “Take it easy boss, you’ll pop a blood vessel. A little break won’t hurt, will it?” 

“If I had time for a break, I would take one.” Whenever Gahyeon lingered around, you only grew more and more frustrated with each passing second. 

“There’s always time for a break…” Gahyeon said, always refusing to make work a priority. “Maybe you should take a short one, boss? It’s not good for your health if you keep this up. Besides—isn’t this what you hired me for?” 

Your brow furrowed in irritation, before finally letting out another sigh. “No, I hired you because you showed what a good worker can be. Which I’m starting to believe was just a mistake, and I should let you be an intern forever.” 

Gahyeon chuckled, her demeanor unbothered. “But you like having me around. We both know you didn’t hire me just for my work skills…” 

She wasn’t exactly wrong. When Gahyeon wasn’t being a thorn in your side, you enjoyed her company, and if you had to admit, it was nice to have a pretty face show up to your office first thing in the morning—when she actually showed up. 

“Gahyeon, please get off me. Once I put a dent in this work then I’ll take a break. I promise.” But as expected, she didn’t budge, stubborn as ever, and kept playing with your tie. 

“But I think you should take a break now…” 

“Gahyeon—” 

“I get it, work comes first. But so should my boss,” she smirked, taking advantage of your compromised position. You had no response.

“So you wouldn’t want me to give you a nice, sloppy blowjob under your desk? I shouldn’t get on my knees for you and wrap these pretty little lips around your thick, delicious cock?” 

You swallowed hard. Gahyeon knew how to make you crumble, no matter how tough you tried to hide your weaknesses. She knew better than anyone what exact words to say and when to provoke you. If only she put as much effort into seducing you as she did in putting off her obligations. 

But your lack of any protest was the closest thing to an answer as she loosened up your tie and positioned herself into a proper mount on your lap. “I wanna make you cum, boss.” 

Her words sent an electrifying tingle up your spine. “I wanna make you cum in my mouth, so I can swallow it all. So you can watch me swallow your huge load. Come on, boss. I’m dying to suck your dick.” 

When your assistant practically begged, it was hard not to cave in. Your heavy workload could wait, because you couldn’t avoid those tempting eyes any longer. And if anything—it would be the best way to silence that mouth. 

“Then get on your fucking knees, slut.” 

Gahyeon’s devilish lips couldn’t smile any wider. Quick to comply after you uttered her favorite word, a word she no longer pretended to protest against, she used those same lips to deliver a greedy, deliberate kiss, before wiping her lipstick from your mouth.

“Since when do you care about lipstick marks?” 

“I don’t, boss. I’d just rather see my lipstick at the end of your cock.” 

There it was again, that annoying sly grin as Gahyeon removed herself from your lap, and lowered to her knees. She then maneuvered into the space underneath your desk, nestled perfectly between your legs. 

“Anything for you, boss.” Not one to hesitate, Gahyeon unzipped your pants with an intense desire to please you, eager for what waited underneath when she felt up your crotch. Faster than your next heartbeat, she yanked your slacks down, letting them drop to the floor in a heap, and your boxers fell to your ankles moments after. 

Gahyeon might have been a lot of things: unmotivated, a complainer, habitually late, but if there was one thing she was an expert at, that would be taking your mind off work. So you watched while she grabbed your cock, and slapped it on her pretty face, all while maintaining that seductive smile that screamed I’ll do anything. 

But it had all fallen into place far too easily. “Are you sure you deserve to suck my cock?” 

Refraining from saying much more, Gahyeon frowned and answered with deft strokes as she pumped your cock with a tight grip. 

“I’ll convince you, boss.” 

Her eyes sparkled with determination, widening even more when she admired your shaft, before she teased it with her wet tongue and licked along your length. 

If you had to admit one weakness, it would be Gahyeon’s lips; so pouty and full, kissably soft and always ready to go down on you at a moment’s notice. When they made contact on your swollen cockhead and planted several wet kisses, there would be no holding back, you had fully given into temptation. 

But there would be no guilt about letting your assistant suck you off in your office for the umpteenth time, because as Gahyeon suggested—it was just part of the job. 

So without interruption, you let Gahyeon do what she did best. She continued kissing your cockhead and created a path of tender kisses all the way down to your base that warmed your shaft with her hot breath as she did so. “You’re so hard, boss…” 

Only Gahyeon could be blamed for that.

“Need to get this down my throat. I’m so hungry, I haven’t had breakfast yet,” Gahyeon murmured as she licked her lips, and gave your stiff cock a proper tongue bath, followed by bouts of kissing your cock that gave as much attention as she could. Ultimately, it was the look in her eyes that turned you on more so than the sloppy licks she gave your cock, but her unwavering eye contact and growing desperation while on her knees more than helped persuade you. 

“Then stop teasing me, Gahyeon,” you said, shooting her a look that demanded she comply. Surprisingly, she did just that—after one more long lick up your length, her sexy lips parted, and swallowed up the engorged head of your cock. From that moment, you melted into your office chair when Gahyeon sucked your tip, and her head bobbed in a hypnotic rhythm while her delicate hands caressed your bare thighs. 

“There you fucking go,,” you muttered, almost too loud for comfort as any tension in your body began to fade. Gahyeon wrapped those pretty lips around your cock and created a tight suction that instantly made you groan as she worked her magic. Using those perfect plump lips to suck on your swollen head, she only let go of your cock to flick against your leaking slit, then nudged down further to the base to take more of you in her warm mouth. 

“Mmm, you’re so delicious, boss. I’ve been waiting for this all morning,” she moaned, as she slapped your cock against her wet tongue. You knew her intentions went deeper than just your personal wellbeing, but you never should have fought back against this—and if anything, Gahyeon’s mouth on your cock should be part of your morning routine. 

That pretty mouth felt better the deeper it went, using all the tricks she had stored—spitting on your dick, hollowing her cheeks, and fondling your balls until your entire length ended up buried down her throat. 

“Fuck, Gahyeon—just like that.” With a deep groan, your gaze fixated on Gahyeon’s bobbing head, as you savored the intense wetness of her mouth, the softness of her lips, and the wonderful warmth of her throat. The messier she got, the more tension from your body dissipated, and soon you felt lighter than a cloud, as both the stiffness in your neck and shoulders subsided. 

Gahyeon, like she had candy in her mouth, sucked on each of your balls while she furiously stroked your cock. From there, her sloppy mouth swapped between your tender sack and your stiffened cock, giving equal attention until she doused each part of you with as much warm saliva as she could. 

In that instant, when your throbbing length filled her throat, her greedy lips remained balls deep, with her cute nose flush against your stomach. Lost in her piercing gaze, Gahyeon lips stayed latched onto your shaft, as she took hungry, fulfilling strokes, and had never looked so needy.

But you, on the other hand, needed more than just a wet mouth to satisfy your craving. “Open that shirt up, slut. Need to see those pretty tits.” 

Bobbing her head more frantically, Gahyeon kept her focus on swallowing your cock down her throat, but also loosened her tie up, and began unbuttoning her shirt. Multitasking was only a skill used when she needed it. Her nimble fingers practically ripped open her top, exposing her full, clothed breasts in the black bra underneath, with her skull tie nestled perfectly in between deep cleavage that stared back at you. 

“Fuck, there’s nothing more I love than sucking your cock,” Gahyeon said, filling up her throat with every long stroke, using her talented mouth with more fervor than she ever did before. 

“Doesn’t that feel good? I love hearing you moan, boss. My pretty lips must feel so good on your huge, throbbing cock, right?” 

Another set of painfully obvious questions that you shouldn’t have bothered to answer. “Yeah, Gahyeon. You’re being such a good little cockslut. Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking—

It was hard to finish your sentence when you had your assistant slobbering on your dick, lips hard at work, desperate to prove her worth. 

"Then why aren’t you fucking my throat?" Gahyeon asked, hands gripping your thighs to further add encouragement. You had to ask yourself the same question—but there was no need for an answer, especially after you immediately grabbed both sides of her head, with your fingers tangled up in her pretty locks. 

Fortunately for Gahyeon, it wasn't in your nature to be gentle with her, and she would never want you to be. After staring at her mesmerizing eyes, you shoved her head down your length, thrusting into her mouth until you bottomed out her throat in one fluid stroke, forcing out a gag on the first try. 

Holding her head down, you pumped vigorously into that tight mouth, and Gahyeon gagged once more as the bottom of your length became saturated with lipstick and saliva. Now that the last bits of control were taken away, Gahyeon let out sultry sounds of being unable to manage your length, regardless how many times she had been in this exact position.

“Sorry, boss. You’re just so big for my slutty little mouth.” Gahyeon got off on this part the most, and nothing made her happier than having her throat stuffed to the hilt, being choked with cock as you shoved it down until she couldn’t even breathe. 

More than the thick flesh that gagged her, Gahyeon loved the helplessness that came with being throatfucked, the way her mouth filled with drool, and how it took mere seconds until her once pretty face became an absolute mess with just a handful of harsh thrusts. On your end, you loved ruining Gahyeon’s makeup, as well as making her luscious lips glisten with saliva, because when she walked out of your office with mascara and tears dripping down her cheeks—you knew she had no way to hide the events that had just transpired. 

Yet, for all the many times you gave Gahyeon the rough throatfucking she so desperately begged for, she should have grown accustomed to the harsh way you used her pretty mouth. But you couldn’t say you didn’t love to see her struggle, audibly gag, and drool when your length continuously shoved down her throat. 

After all, whenever Gahyeon was on her knees, she had little trouble submitting to you. In fact, she preferred this, to be treated like nothing but your own personal toy, to use whenever at your own convenience. Without any complaints, Gahyeon continued gagging on your cock, as you continued thrusting your hips into her face, urged by the look on her face. 

“Such a good fucking slut, taking me so well. My pretty little assistant really likes being facefucked, don’t you? And gagging on your boss’s dick?” With her cock-filled throat gurgling on your shaft, slurping and leaking saliva down the corners of her lips as she tried to choke it down, Gahyeon couldn’t exactly give a response. But you could see it in those needy, lust-filled eyes, how much she took pleasure in her throat being fucked without mercy, without consideration for how well she could breathe. 

Only once did you grant Gahyeon a brief respite that left her gasping for air. Unconcerned for anything but your taste, she latched her wet lips onto your balls, and suckled them with a greedy hunger you hadn’t seen before, tasting her own spilled saliva. “I really love choking on your dick, boss. You make me so wet when you force my head down, when you make my eyes water, when I can feel every last inch of this beautiful dick throbbing down my throat…” 

From then, it only got rougher, even messier when Gahyeon sputtered out saliva against your shaft, gagging on your length over and over as she struggled to breathe properly. Regardless of how rough things got, she would always choose the hard flesh jammed down her throat over oxygen, and nothing could deter the lewd expressions she made, nor could it deter your vigorous skullfucking. 

More and more you craved your addiction—the sounds of Gahyeon struggling, the tears in her pleading eyes, the streaks of mascara that beautifully ran down her face, and the harsh tugs of her hair you made when you hit the back of her throat. Equally, Gahyeon craved the way her lips were forced down at the bottom of your base, her mouth wide open and her jaw stretched out. Most of all, you were addicted to the intense feeling of ramming your cock down Gahyeon’s throat, because there wasn’t anything better than the messy sounds from a good throatfuck. 

Gahyeon fulfilled her role well, even if she did little but stay on her knees and offer up her wet throat, dedicated to your pleasure. 

"Fuck, this throat feels so damn good,” you groaned, as the endless echoing noises her messy little mouth made compelled you to be even rougher, causing the final traces of self-control collapsed. “You sound so good choking on this dick. My little slut likes being your boss’s personal fucktoy, don’t you?” 

The way that Gahyeon looked up drove you wild as she answered with her eyes, not only just enduring, but savoring the merciless treatment of her throat, yet getting off more by your degrading words than any actions. 

Just as you felt yourself going insane with bliss and drew closer and closer to that sweet nirvana—there came a knock at a door that interrupted your fun. 

Shit. 

Mild panic kicked in—you couldn’t think straight. You wouldn't have any cause for concern if Yoohyeon or Bora came through that door, they’d even take a seat to enjoy the show and spur you on. But you had to be ready for anyone else who wouldn’t turn a blind eye, regardless if the entire office floor knew you railed your assistant more often than a fresh cup of coffee brewed. 

After you involuntarily released the tight grip you held on either side of Gahyeon’s head, you tried to collect yourself and ran through dozens of scenarios in your head in preparation for whatever possibility would materialize. 

“Don’t fucking move, Gahyeon. Don’t make a fucking sound, just keep my cock warm in your throat, okay?”

Moving back beneath your desk as a quick sign of acknowledgment, Gahyeon tried her best to stay out of sight, and for the time being, kept your cock in her mouth obediently. 

While your heart pounded as you wondered who could possibly be behind your office door, you made your best effort to tidy up your desk, wanting at least something to look presentable. 

“Come in!” you said, after some serious hesitation, and hoped that you wouldn’t be caught with your pants down—quite literally. Moments later, the door to your office opened, and it came as no surprise who stood behind it, the lesser of two evils—Kim Minji. 

“Good morning, boss.” Somehow, you found the courage to look straight ahead while resisting the impulse to look underneath your desk.

 “Morning!” Minji replied back, sporting a bright smile. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to add to your pile. I come with good news only. Here are our monthly earnings reports. We’re up ten percent from last month, so your bonus at the end of the month will reflect that. Good work.” 

You held your breath when Minji dropped a folder on your desk, and pretended everything was as normal as could be, like you weren’t naked from the waist down with your cock being warmed by Gahyeon’s pretty lips. 

“Thank you, boss. Oh here, I have some reports that you need to look over and sign them.” 

“Of course, I’ll have them back to you by the end of the day.” For all the stress that Minji brought, her smile alone came with a sense of relief, and she was much preferable to deal with than her scary counterpart, Siyeon. 

“Wait, where is Gahyeon? I swear I saw her earlier, did she not show up today?” Minji asked, folding her arms against her chest. 

If only Minji knew your assistant was nestled under your desk. Which of course meant Gahyeon couldn’t help herself. As if on cue, her tongue began to play with the underside of your shaft, and you gritted your teeth to control yourself, but you palmed the back of Gahyeon's head and dug your nails into her skull to prevent anything else. 

“Oh, she’s here. She’s…around. I sent her on a couple errands, so she should be back soon.” 

“Ah, okay. Well, whenever she comes back, send her my regards for a job well done. She’s an official part of the team now, so she shares the credit.” 

“Sure thing, boss.” Minji nodded, turned around to head back to her office, then shut the door behind her. Once she had departed, you took a deep breath, and relaxed back in your chair, with your heart still racing.

“Jesus, Gahyeon. What did I say?” You glared at her underneath your desk, but she didn’t utter a single word. No sooner had you taken your next breath before she snatched your cock back inside her mouth and went back to work. 

“Think you can finish me off by yourself? You want me to blow my load down your tummy?"

Gahyeon had never smiled so wide, nor had as much enthusiasm when she bobbed her head and played with your balls, trying to speed up your orgasm. “Yes, boss! Please let me swallow your cum, I’ll suck every drop out of you.” 

Despite how much she enjoyed having her throat used, Gahyeon also took pride in her oral expertise. So, in the blink of an eye, her movements grew frantic, eager to wring out your load as promised, with every stroke of her mouth bringing you even further to ecstasy.

More than ready to blow your load, you couldn’t ignore the tightness in your core when Gahyeon’s warm, sloppy mouth devoured your cock up, deepthroating from tip to base, with a trail of saliva covering every inch as she slurped the life out of you. 

“Don’t fucking stop, Gahyeon. I’m so close, keep sucking that dick until you make me explode,” you demanded, and she obliged as she sucked with a fervor never shown before, impatiently waiting for you to shoot down her throat. 

Nearly there, your breathing grew heavy, faster with each stroke, and you couldn’t wait to release that deep reservoir of pent up lust Gahyeon had caused. As each pass drove you closer and closer to release, you couldn't stop staring at how her lips swallowed you whole while her eyes kept their focus on you, anticipating your climax. 

Gahyeon didn’t hold back anything, finishing you off with one more long stroke from base to tip, as you gripped the back of her head tightly with both hands, pressed her face down your crotch, and let out a loud groan when you finally unloaded in her mouth. Like a tidal wave, your orgasm hit, her eyes widening more than they ever had when your thick cum quickly overflowed from the messy corners of her lips, the volume of your orgasm simply too much to handle. 

You firmly held her head down, unwilling to let go, all while your dick continued to pulsate inside Gahyeon’s throat, sending more hot semen down, and you spilled everything you had with loud grunts and lust-filled groans. Exhausted and drained of every drop, every ounce of energy, you gasped and panted while releasing the harsh grip you held, feeling the weight of the world lifted. With a messy face and a satisfied smile, Gahyeon pulled away until your cock released from her lips, and opened her mouth wide to let you see the creamy pool of cum gathered up before she swallowed the sticky mess that coated her throat. 

After licking her lips stained with saliva, Gahyeon cleaned up the remnants of arousal that she failed to contain, using her tongue to clean up your crotch so she could fill her stomach more. Only then did she place one more deep kiss on your cock that had yet to stop twitching, and slid her tongue into your sensitive slit, desperate to try to find a drop she hadn’t yet tasted.

“Your cum tastes so good, but I need more, boss, much more. Your delicious cum makes a very good breakfast.” 

“Greedy little cumslut.” Gahyeon giggled in admission as she licked clean the head of your cock. Several deep breaths later, you leaned back in your chair and just stared at her, who kept some part of her body touching yours, lips kissing your inner thighs, delicate hands longing to keep your body warm. 

You were far from done with her, but the workplace would no longer cut it, you needed a more open playground. 

“There’s much more for you later, but you’ll have to earn it,” you said, earning a pout from Gahyeon’s thoroughly used lips, because being told to work for something—even your dick, made her disappointed. Taking some pause, she lifted herself up, stood upright, and took a seat back on your desk, eyes looking around at the stacks and mountains of paperwork that seemed impossible to know where to begin. 

“Now that I’ve relieved some of that stress, what else can I help with, boss?” she asked, not even bothering to button up her shirt. 

“Nothing, Gahyeon.” 

“Nothing?” she repeated, tilting her head to one side. “But I thought you had a lot of work to finish…” 

“Yeah, I do. Piles of it, as you can see. But since you got me so worked up, it’ll have to wait,” you said, shamelessly focusing on her uncovered cleavage that still had glistening saliva staining her chest.

“I’m going to take the rest of the day off, and so are you, just so I can rail you into next week—but not here. Because we both know you’ll be far too loud, so we’re going back to my place so I can fuck your brains out far away from this office, where nobody will be around to hear how loud you’ll scream for me.” 

Even in her disheveled state, Gahyeon couldn’t have been more overjoyed. She’d take any excuse to leave the office. But convincing your superiors as to why you were leaving work with your assistant before noon would be the tricky part, though just this once, you could count on Gahyeon, because you knew she had a thousand different ways to get out of work. You'd leave that part all up to her.

✦ ✦

You couldn’t have driven fast enough to your place. Luckily, most traffic lights were in your favor, and those that weren’t, well—you were fortunate enough to not see red and blue in your rear view mirror. Not even three songs played through your playlist before you arrived, then it became a race to enter your house, and the door couldn’t open fast enough. 

The thought of staying in a hotel did cross your mind, with its spacious beds that you wouldn’t be responsible for changing sheets, scalding hot showers, and beautiful balconies that were perfect for ramming your pretty assistant up against the cold glass while admiring the view. If you wanted, you could have made everything come full circle and took Gahyeon to the same hotel you took Bora to that very first night that snowballed your office relationships. For sure, that really would have made Gahyeon jealous and brought out an even bigger brat in her, but also most likely you’d get kicked out for noise complaints within five minutes. 

Your place would suffice. After all, it was already well equipped with everything you needed, without worries of noise or any other concerns, although you planned on fucking Gahyeon hard enough that the entire neighborhood could hear her moans and screams. 

When the door closed behind Gahyeon, there would be no more holding back, the green light to take her against any surface to do whatever you pleased with her. But she didn’t even bother to properly store her shoes when she slipped them off, yet neither did you, as you tossed your keys, wallet, and all your inhibitions. 

“Bedroom? Living room?” she asked, but wouldn’t make it past the foyer before you pinned her against the front door with a hand wrapped around her throat. Gahyeon knew things wouldn’t be easy the moment she stepped foot in your place, but it didn’t stop her from feeling just a trace of nervousness when you tightened your grip, adding to her arousal. 

She couldn’t hide her anticipation, nor her little lip quivers under your control, but at the same time—this was what she wanted, what she worked hard to provoke you, willing to fold and let you have your way with her. 

“Here? You’re gonna fuck me hard against this door, daddy?” she asked, as though it were both a question and a suggestion, but it only made you clutch her throat harder when you pushed her more against the wood of the front door. 

“Don’t call me that, Gahyeon.”

“But you like it when I call you that. And we’re not at the office…” Gahyeon was right on all counts, but after her little morning shenanigans, she would have to earn her daddy privileges back. 

“You’re right. We’re not at the office anymore, but that doesn’t mean you still deserve to use that word. Because now you’re going to call me sir while I fuck you senseless until your legs give out.”

Releasing the grip on her throat, Gahyeon caught her breath, then gave a slight nod with a blatantly mocking salute. “Yes, sir.” 

“That’s much better. Now arms up.” 

Gahyeon stalled as she rolled her eyes and curled her lips into an even more blatant smirk. “But what if I don’t wanna?” 

That was what you expected, of course. Now, in the comfort of your own space, the best part of bringing Gahyeon home was the freedom to do what you wanted with her. But it came at a cost, for her to fall into her old bratty ways, with her own freedom to challenge every order you gave with less repercussions than at the office.. 

“Arms up, slut,” you repeated, but predictable as always, Gahyeon didn’t move a muscle, nor did she make any attempts to listen. Fine then, you would play her little game—for now. While you stared at the whites of those gorgeous eyes, waiting to see who would blink first, you seized her cold, delicate wrists, and pinned them above her head with the harshest grip you could manage. 

She pretended to fight back, squirming under your touch, and pretended like she couldn’t be controlled. But when you stared daggers into her big, round eyes, she folded like a deck of cards, thanks to your intimidating gaze. 

“Keep those arms raised, Gahyeon. Don’t drop them until I say so.” 

“Y-yes, sir,” she said after nodding in agreement, refusing to give up her faux defiance while you caressed and patted her cheek. 

“Good girl.” 

As her first test of obedience, you released the firm grip on her wrists that had developed bruises already, and observed while she kept her arms held high above her head. Searching for any signs of resistance, you couldn’t find any when you loosened up Gahyeon’s tie and slid it off her, almost tempted to use it to bind her hands together. Instead, you flung it aside and undid her top, allowing yourself access to her ample breasts once more. 

Her chest didn’t stay covered for long, and after a long stare between her deep cleavage, you tugged her lacy bra down enough to release her wonderful full breasts, cupping them the moment they earned freedom. 

Making sure Gahyeon still held her arms up, you squeezed her bare breasts, groping as much flesh could fill your hands. You teased her taut nipples, flicking your fingers against them as they stiffened up, which made a helpless Gahyeon moan against your touch. 

“Look at these gorgeous fucking tits. They look so swollen and sensitive,” you said while fondling them to your heart's content, enjoying their softness, their pleasant weight, and how effortlessly they bounced as you toyed with them. Her tits were as immaculate as they were sensitive, softer as you remembered, perfectly shaped, and you could spend hours kneading them, playing with them, all while her eyes begging for your continued touch.

The more you squeezed Gahyeon’s large breasts, the needier her moans became, as your hands got lost in that milky flesh. She could feel her shoulders ache the longer things went, but knew better than to dare complain. That would be the least of her worries soon enough. 

You tugged at her pretty nipples, pinched them, then flicked them more just to break the silence with her whines—but it would be the last modicum of pure pleasure you would grant Gahyeon. Without warning, you slapped one of her heavy breasts, and watched her flinch in surprise. You then slapped her other breast even harder, perfectly landing on her stiffened nipple that you pinched right after, making her yelp out while causing satisfying ripples of her sensitive flesh. 

Unable to hide her reactions, Gahyeon cried out in both pain and pleasure while you continued smacking her pale tits, the harsh sound an addictive level of arousal for her—for you, another release of frustration, more encouragement to hear those cute whines, and most of all, more punishment. 

Back and forth you went between her beautiful tits, and smacked one after another, right, then the left, then the opposite direction, even slapping them both at once, like a metronome of painful pleasure leaving an arousing soreness that made Gahyeon’s thighs clench. 

"I like you much better when you're an obedient little whore,” you said, proud to have wiped that smirk from Gahyeon’s pretty face, and kept up your assault on her supple, tender breasts that began to turn a shade of red that contrasted with her creamy skin, turning even more sensitive than from the start. She fought hard not to moan, unsuccessful when you carried on the ruthless nature, each pass across her reddened chest a heavy reminder that you were the one with all the power. 

“Fucking brat. You like these huge fucking tits being slapped?” Before she responded, you roughly kneaded her breasts, earning even louder whimpers when you played with her nipples, driving her crazy with stimulation.  

“Y-yes, sir, I love it, I love my tits being slapped! Please, sir, please—make it hurt,” Gahyeon pleaded, and for once, you’d oblige her by smacking her tits with much more force than previously, only to watch them bounce and bounce, as if counting the times she disobeyed you. You knew she could take more, that the painful sting of her tits being slapped would only ruin her panties more. Which was exactly why following a few more smacks and tugs at her swollen nipples, you gave each sensitive, reddened breast one final slap before you pulled away. 

Unsurprisingly, Gahyeon couldn’t help but be greedy and beg for just a little more. “Please, sir! Please keep slapping my tits, please, please…”  

But you ignored her pleas entirely and took a step back, admiring the way Gahyeon stayed frozen in this helpless state. “No, Gahyeon. A greedy little slut like you doesn’t deserve anything.” 

Next came the customary pouts, needy whines, and desperate pleas that you disregarded while guiding her away from the doorway, removing that pesky shirt and bra to leave her fully topless. Finally able to rest her tired arms, the first thing Gahyeon did was make her way over to you, squeezed a handful of your crotch, and let her eyes wander while a delightful smile overtook her sinful lips. 

“Please, sir…” Normally, you’d punish an unpermitted action like that, but well—you figured Gahyeon had enough punishment for now. Plus, you knew that would be exactly what she wanted. So instead, you simply grabbed Gahyeon by the waist, and held her tight against the nearest wall as you dove into her neck. 

“Ah, please!” Letting out little gasps while you licked, nibbled, and then sucked on her delicate neck, eager to leave a mark.  

As you kept sucking a bruise into her neck, Gahyeon returned to your crotch, and rubbed you through your slacks until you hardened under her touch. You made quick work of her skirt and removed it from her tiny little waist, then watched the way it dropped down to her ankles, leaving her in just skimpy panties and torn stockings. Those tattered, unprofessional stockings which gave you an idea when you dropped to one knee. 

You ran a finger over her thigh, scratching against the material to test its strength, and easily tore through the fragile fabric. Confirming your suspicions, you found the perfect spot and tugged at the sheer fabric right between the center until they ripped open. 

Gahyeon looked down in shock, but you couldn’t even be bothered to meet her gaze. “Hey! I liked those stockings!” 

You didn’t—they were tacky, cheap-looking, and most of all, inappropriate for the office. No better excuse than getting rid of them by ripping them off Gahyeon. “You earn a better paycheck now, you can buy another pair. One that’s more professional, like you promised. Besides, they were ripped already.” 

“But they’re supposed to be—” 

Ignoring her was, as always, the best course of action while you removed her now useless stockings and admired her bare, luscious legs in all their splendor. When you rose to your feet and pressed two fingers against her clothed cunt, Gahyeon no longer had any complaints to spare. 

“Ah! Will you—will you fuck me now, sir?”

Not a damn thing would stop you from that. “Yes, Gahyeon. I’m going to use your tight body, every slutty little hole, until I’m satisfied, and I’ll make sure I ruin you.” 

With your intentions laid out, Gahyeon couldn’t look more pleased, and there was no better motivation than your petite assistant waiting for you to ravage her body. Not wasting a second, Gahyeon unbuttoned your pants as you took off your shirt, adding both items to the discarded pile of clothes underneath. For a brief moment, you admired each other’s half-naked bodies, until you grabbed her waist to pull her close enough so that she could feel your bulge against her toned stomach. 

“I can feel how hard you are. I did this to you, didn’t I sir?” Gahyeon asked, as she reached down to massage your bulge, tracing every inch while your throbbing erection strained against the fabric. 

“You’re right, Gahyeon. Your slutty little body caused this. And you know what I plan on doing about it right?” 

“This cock is going inside me, isn’t it, sir? Until I can’t walk?” 

“Until you can’t walk.” 

Without saying anything more, Gahyeon began her ascent up the stairs that led to the bedroom, but only made it a few steps, before you grabbed her voluptuous hips and bent her over the stairwell railing. Little could compare from such a vantage point with your curvy assistant in your favorite position, yet you wasted no time peeling off her skimpy little thong to expose her plump buttcheeks and the prettiest set of pink pussy lips. 

“Impatient, sir?” she asked, and instinctively spread her legs, granting easier access to whichever part of her body you would decide to partake in first. Making that decision would be more difficult than anything you had done at work, for sure. 

“That’s your fault, Gahyeon. Now you’re going to share some of the responsibility,” you replied, pondering over your choices carefully. Her tight, spankable ass begged for attention, and that little asshole would be a wonderful place to start, but the wet flesh of her gorgeous cunt couldn’t be ignored, beckoning as it dripped with arousal. Either would provide an ideal home for your aching shaft. 

Until a decision could be made, you removed your boxers, and gave yourself some relief, stroking several times as your attention grew divided between Gahyeon’s juicy ass and the slick pair of lips that waited for you. 

“Where do you want this cock, slut?" you asked, unable to make a decision on your own and rested your shaft between her shapely cheeks. Surrounded by supple flesh that sandwiched your thick erection, you slid in between and throbbed while you awaited her answer. 

“Wherever you want, sir,” Gahyeon responded, an honest, yet unhelpful response that did little to steer your answer in the right direction. “It really doesn’t matter, as long as you pound me like a whore and empty these big juicy balls inside me.” 

Back at square one, it would be up to you to choose your own fate. Inevitably, you’d use both that tight sculpted ass and her drenched, succulent pussy, but without any lube in arm’s reach, the choice became obvious which would be the winner of your seed. You would save the best for last. 

“Fine, Gahyeon. Let’s start with this pretty little cunt.” 

With your cock poised above Gahyeon’s ass, she couldn’t have been more ready when she arched her back and leaned firmly on the railing, looking back for a moment to entice you with her eyes. As you lined yourself up with her warm opening, your tip nudged her plump pussy lips, and you felt her walls tremble in anticipation. You were all out of patience, so after you grabbed her wide hips and slid inside her with ease, you bottomed her out with your entire length in one fluid motion. 

“Oh god,” Gahyeon moaned out in surprise, while her pussy tightened around your shaft the moment she felt your thick shaft slide into her slippery warmth. “So fucking big.” 

There was no pause, no hesitation when you plunged your hard cock inside the intense warmth of Gahyeon’s tight little pussy. The soft flesh wrapped around you, already dripping wet when it squeezed your length, and your shaft felt so damn good inside that tight hole that your hips picked up speed right away, stretching out her velvety walls. With every thrust you felt her walls quiver, compelled to grip her body tighter, and used her body as an outlet, entirely out of frustration for how goddamn tight she was. 

“Goddamn, Gahyeon, you’re so fucking wet,” you hissed, out of breath at the hot flesh that craved your throbbing cock as you pumped into her heat, your entire shaft covered in her slick juices. “So tight, such a tight fucking slut, god—this tight pussy feels too good.” 

Already, you were going insane, even by the first set of thrusts, Gahyeon felt so hot around you, her delicious cunt squeezing so harshly, that you couldn't help but give in to lust, freeing the restraints that remained. Almost on autopilot, you pounded into her heat unabated, pistoning your hips that met her supple cheeks, and rippled with every thrust as the smack of flesh on flesh filled the small foyer. 

“Oh my god, just like that. Fuck me like that, please sir, fuck me like a toy!” she begged, not that being gentle with her would ever be an option, not when you could stretch her in ways unimaginable. 

“Your tight little cunt loves my cock, doesn’t it? Look at you creaming all over me like a needy fucking whore. You like being used, don’t you? You like being fucked this rough by your boss?” you growled, as Gahyeon desperately moaned for more. 

Fueled by the intense clench of her cunt that persuaded you to keep the rough pace, she held the railing while you kept railing her, and made every type of satisfied moan imaginable. Those delicious cheeks bounced and bounced when your body clapped against them, and they became a soundtrack of delirious bliss, one that you could listen to forever. 

“Sir, yes! Oh my god, you’re so deep in my little pussy, please, please, sir—fuck me harder! Fuck, oh fuck!” 

You continued to mercilessly slam into Gahyeon’s wet cunt as she repeatedly added the word sir to the end of her moans, and fought to keep up with the tempo you set as she became louder with each hard set of thrusts. 

Beginning to pant heavily, Gahyeon squirmed underneath your body and desperately tried to anchor herself to the stairwell. Her beautiful pale skin glistened with sweat as you kept pounding away into her slippery warm depths, and your movements became more and more erratic, borderline out of control. 

And she endured it all so well, so fucking wet you swore you would slip out of her at any moment, but you kept hammering out thrusts, with your end goal to absolutely destroy her cunt. Because with Gahyeon, there was no such thing as being too rough, no holding back, and it was a given to fuck her without a morsel of mercy that undoubtedly, even your neighbors across the street could hear the screams she made while your bodies crashed together. 

If it were anything less, Gahyeon would have complained without end. 

Leaning closer, with your hands still squeezing her insanely wide hips, you buried your face into the crook of her hot sweaty neck, took a long lick, and bit down harshly, yearning for the rich taste of Gahyeon.

“After I cum in you, that huge ass is next. I’ve been waiting to fill your holes, ever since you were on your knees under my desk. I could have pounded your ass at work, but I wanted to do it in the comfort of my own bed so I wouldn’t have to worry about staining the carpet. It’s not easy to explain to the custodial staff that my assistant can’t keep her fucking legs closed.”

For once, maybe since the first time you met her—Gahyeon became speechless. Her attention narrowed on how you were slamming your hips against her and rearranging her guts. “When you report to work tomorrow, you’re going to have to carry around one of those spare cushions from the maintenance closet from me ravaging your perfect ass.” 

Every slew of vulgarity that left your mouth made Gahyeon’s hips buck almost as much as the rough thrusts that battered her sweaty little body. You kept yourself buried in her tight cunt, consumed with desire from the sensations of your hard cock that slid between her drenched lips, pounding into her with thrusts so hard she almost collapsed. 

Overpowered by exhaustion, Gahyeon released her grip on the stairwell, and you took advantage by seizing both her arms one at a time, and held them behind her back, linking them with yours. She wasn’t going anywhere as her lips uttered the most needy cries of pleasure when you pulled her upright towards you, the warmth of her cunt intoxicating, sending you into a frenzy of bliss. Gahyeon was completely yours, and you were free to use and dominate her hot body as much as you desired until you had your fill. 

Utilizing your remaining strength, you followed down a final path of merciless thrusts while keeping her curves close to you at all times, maintaining the urge to fuck every last little bit of brat out of her. 

Her words became a jumbled mess of incoherence, and the more you plunged into that smothering wet heat, the greater the urge became to spill your seed inside Gahyeon, unwilling to fight back against the tightness in your balls that demanded to be drained. 

And while Gahyeon didn’t deserve to cum—you were more than content to keep this a one-sided ride of pleasure, but had to ensure that she became more than a ruined, blithering, fucked out mess who couldn’t remember whose assistant she was. You wouldn’t be satisfied until her legs turned to jelly, hell-bent on this maddening pace as her body began to tremble, counting down to the last moments of release that you both chased. 

Because there would never be anything better than watching Gahyeon fall apart at the seams.

"Sir, please, I’m so close. Please, n-need, need to—” Gahyeon didn’t even have to vocalize her desires when the walls of her soaked cunt tightened to a new level, but you always enjoyed that begging, and wouldn’t hesitate to finish what you had started. So after letting go of her arms, she collapsed to the stairs, clinging onto the wooden steps with your cock still pounding away.

“Hurry up and cum then,” you said, indulging your desires to reclaim her delicious hips once more, clutching them tightly. 

Gahyeon couldn’t exactly do much else under your control, so close to obtaining what she craved since you shoved your cock inside her. She seemed almost reluctant, but the tighter you held her and the quicker you pumped, the more the walls of her cunt pulsated violently—until she shattered like glass. The pressure boiled up inside far too much, making her writhe uncontrollably, juices pouring down your dick that painted the bottom stairs.

“Shit, oh fuck, oh fuck—” Gahyeon gasped out when she hit her peak, and let out a torrential outpour of shrieks, her walls continuously suffocating your cock. The only thing better would be seeing Gahyeon’s tits bouncing wildly in the mirror, as well as the look of pure bliss etched on her gorgeous face when she came. 

Never had her pussy felt so wet or so tight, those harsh clenches like she was prematurely attempting to extract the cum from your aching balls, desperate to be filled with your seed to the brim.

“You must be close too, sir. Cum inside me, please, please cum inside me, fill me, sir…” 

“Don’t you fucking worry, Gahyeon. Your slutty little pussy feels way too good for me not to empty my load into you. That’s what you wanted from the beginning, right? Your boss pumping all this hot cum into your warm little cunt?”

“Yes, yes! Please, sir—fill your little brat, fill me up and use me like a cumdump. Need to feel your big throbbing cock emptying into me, please.” 

Savoring the way that tight little hole trembled for your load would be the last thing you did before burying your length inside one last time, and unloaded deep into Gahyeon. All those hours of pent up annoyance disappeared when you spilled your hot seed into her insides. Her wet, hungry pussy clenched for more, milking out spurt after spurt, groan after groan, as your cock twitched in violent pulsations, and filled her up to the brim, overflowing with every drop. 

You chased that last bit of bliss, pumping with as many strokes as your body had left, and fucked your hot semen into Gahyeon deep, deep as it would go—all the way into her womb.

When that last spurt finally left your balls, you slumped against her, panting heavily, but with no desire to unsheathe from her warmth. Especially not when Gahyeon continued to quiver in ecstasy, catching her breath while you both recovered. 

“Th-thank you, sir,” Gahyeon whispered, her voice weak and trembling, just like her legs underneath her that became just as useless as any words. Your breathing only became deeper the longer you stayed inside Gahyeon, and eventually you pulled out from her swollen lips, watching a slow drip of thick, pearlescent cum that had just been swallowed up leak down her glistening thighs, meeting the rest of her arousal on the steps. 

“Gahyeon, fuck—” 

“D-don’t worry, sir,” she answered, almost reading your mind while your fresh cum continued to trickle down her battered cunt. “Never been better…” 

After a tilt of her head sideways, you kissed her lips while still pressing yourself against her body, feeling her breath in your mouth to validate her condition for yourself. “That’s my good assistant.” 

Even though her legs no longer felt like her legs, and her breathing remained unsteady, you helped Gahyeon up to her feet, and moved her so her back rested against the railing. 

“So, boss…” 

Her chest still hypnotically heaved, and she held onto each side of the railing for support. “H-how come you never fuck me this hard in the office?” 

“Because if I fucked you this hard, we’d both get fired. We’ve gotten caught enough times as is.”

“Yeah, well—” she paused, and avoided the subject, grabbing you by the arm with a weak grip. “You promised you’d fuck me in the ass, boss. Now, come on, I can still walk. Barely.” 

Whenever Gahyeon looked up at you like that, flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and a magic smile, now you were the one powerless. If she didn’t need a breather, then neither did you. So, leading the way, Gahyeon sluggishly climbed up the stairs to the bedroom, swaying her hips, with her round ass such a beautiful target that you couldn’t help but smack. 

✦ ✦

After the pounding she took, Gahyeon didn’t exactly run up the bedroom stairs. However, her leisurely pace meant you could admire every aspect of her delicious body, and watch the way your cum still dripped down her thighs with every step. 

Her appetite for dick hadn’t been tamed, and if there was anything better than Gahyeon on her knees—it was Gahyeon lying on your bed naked. Running fingers through her hair, her head bobbed with familiarity between your spread legs, her bare feet dangling in the air, with a mouth full of cock. 

But while you loved the proper oral session Gahyeon gave as you relaxed into your pillows, and her hot mouth swallowing your length whole, that wasn’t her purpose here. That belonged to something waiting on your nightstand. 

You raised Gahyeon’s head off your cock with a simple motion, which caused her lips to pout, but instead of complaining, she crawled over your lap and grabbed something from said nightstand. 

“This must be for me,” Gahyeon said, attempting to act coy and innocent as she shook up a bottle of lube, its contents already half-empty. She flicked the bottle open with a pop, and turned her back towards you, positioning herself on the edge of your lap. Gahyeon gave you a worthy show when she lubed herself up, inserting one digit, then another, fingering her ass as she spread the cold liquid around her tightest hole, letting out cute little moans the deeper she went. 

“Can’t wait to feel your cock instead of my fingers,” she said, turning to face you, and drizzled lube down your shaft, eyes beaming with anticipation. “Can’t wait to feel all of it filling me up.”

For good measure, she poured some down your balls, just to see the way they glistened when she rubbed it in, but kept going, her oiled up hands massaging your stiff cock. 

“Hope you’re ready for that little asshole to be stretched, Gahyeon.” 

“I am. I can’t wait anymore, sir, please,” she pleaded, guiding your cock, and groaned when she sandwiched your girth between her asscheeks. Letting her impatience linger, you remained silent while Gahyeon’s massive ass rubbed your cock, but grabbed the bottle of lube from her, and coated her pale cheeks until her entire backside became oiled up. 

“See? Doesn’t that feel good? It’ll feel so much better when it’s inside me…” 

You couldn’t agree more, but that only meant Gahyeon would wait longer, because you needed one more moment to savor how the oiled flesh of her plump ass squeezed your cock, one more moment to admire that magnificent ass. Grabbing a handful, you smacked it hard, an imaginary green light appearing in her eyes. 

“Yeah? You’re going to ream my ass finally?” Gahyeon asked with a breath of relief.

“Yes, Gahyeon. There’s no way I’m not going to shove my cock up this perfect ass.” 

Those words made her grin from ear to ear, earning what she wished for, a reward for patience. "I’ve needed my little hole stretched so wide, sir, please—” 

“You don’t have to keep calling me sir,” you said, and her eyes twinkled upon earning her privileges back. 

“Please, daddy—” 

“Stop begging, Gahyeon. I'm not only going to stretch you out, I plan on destroying your tight ass until you become a pathetic, whimpering mess. And even if you pleaded with me to stop fucking your brains out, I won’t, because remember—you wanted this.” 

Gahyeon couldn’t help but curl her distinctive lips into a blush-inducing smile. Despite the fact that you just laid out the blueprints to give her the anal hammering she so richly deserved, you felt no obligation to move a muscle. After all, you shouldn’t be the only one doing all the work, should you?

“If you want this dick so bad, then come bounce that fat ass on it.” 

“Yes, daddy!” she replied, somehow still so energetic while she lifted her hips high and grabbed your cock, carefully lining it up against her back opening, that juicy ass eagerly waiting to be filled. When it came to anal, Gahyeon was nothing but enthusiastic, and preferred it almost as much as you did, and who could blame her when she had an ass like that. 

So naturally, Gahyeon wasted little time, taking a deep breath before lowering herself down, until your thick cockhead disappeared inside her impossibly tight asshole. That first orgasmic plunge was the very definition of heaven, a slow burn of bliss upon entering her back entrance that always took your breath away. 

“Oh god, daddy,” she gasped, placing both hands on your thighs for leverage. Sharing the sentiment, you gritted your teeth when you felt such an overwhelming tightness that surrounded your shaft, and could hardly process it all, eyes focused on the way Gahyeon’s luscious ass rose back up, nearly leaving herself empty before she sank deeper. There was nothing like watching her ass swallow up your cock. 

Every little twitch, every shudder that ran through your body urged her to take you deeper, because for your assistant, it wasn’t much trouble to fit more of you inside. At this point, Gahyeon was a seasoned veteran in taking a cock up her ass, relaxing every muscle, while she took more into her hungry lithe body.

“Shit, Gahyeon, that ass is fucking tight,” you said, now your turn to be blatantly obvious as Gahyeon worked more cock inside that warm little hole, with only one goal in mind—every inch balls deep.

That goal wouldn’t take long to accomplish when she arched her back, taking your cock into her small frame like it was nothing, and spread her ass cheeks to accept more of you. “Good girl, you take that cock like such a good girl, stretch that little asshole out.”

With every word of praise, she clenched hard, an extra bonus to that magnificent view in front, Gahyeon’s perfect, round ass taking more of your girth, begging for your whole length. 

“Ah fuck, daddy—oh my god, you’re so big. You feel so good, daddy, I need more, fuck, fuck—” 

Nothing compared to the tightness of Gahyeon; that divine cunt could squeeze a load out of you in seconds, but her warm, heavenly asshole, almost painfully tight—that’s where the real fun started. 

Greedy as could be, Gahyeon bounced her thick ass on your dick like she had something to prove, that vice-like grip already driving you to the point of insanity. Nearly burying your entire length in one motion, she pumped those wide hips like they had a mind of their own, and the pressure on your cock intensified while her tight little hole became stretched to the limit. 

“Fuck, I love how good this feels. Need daddy to gape me, open me up more. Please, daddy, fill me more…” 

She pleaded with every word, and your throbbing shaft fought against the constricting walls of her asshole, but for either of you, it was never enough—you needed to be as deep inside her as possible. At the tail end of one of her endless bounces, you reached up to grab her oiled ass and pulled her body back as you plunged the full length of your shaft deep inside her asshole in one continuous stroke. 

“Oh shit!” Gahyeon cried out, those tight walls grasping your cock with somehow more force after feeling your full length buried inside her. She rolled those magical hips to match your thrusts, that ass eager to take every last inch, and she tried her absolute best to accommodate your size. 

“Does my little slut like bouncing that fat ass on my dick?” you asked, returning the reins back to Gahyeon, who took the initiative and slammed her cheeks down on your thick, rigid cock, every bounce devouring you balls deep. 

“Yes, daddy! Oh god, it’s so amazing. You know I ride dick better when it’s in my ass.” Gahyeon demonstrated by using your cock to ride with more fervor, that plump ass engulfing your stiff erection as her hips moved in powerful circles, drawing you deeper under her euphoric spell. 

All your focus stayed on Gahyeon’s body, how sweat collected on her back, and the hypnotic way her round wet cheeks rippled as she fucked herself on your shaft without interruption. As her ass choked your cock, you did nothing but lay back in the sheets and let her handle everything, the cadence of her careless bounces mirroring the bed that creaked in protest. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, so perfect—god, that tight little asshole feels incredible. Look how well you take me, keep going,” you said, demanding in your tone, and now that Gahyeon had been properly opened up, she had an obligation to take your whole length into her hot little asshole as she rode you like crazy, accelerating her hips, utterly consumed by lust. Even when the bounces of her ass became relentless, it didn’t dampen the unimaginable bliss; if anything, it planted the seeds of desire further. 

“My body is yours, daddy. Use it, use me as you like,” Gahyeon said, looking back with her lips curled wider than ever. Words like that made your swelling erection throb like crazy, the pleasure of your shaft buried in her suffocating ass almost too much to handle. 

Seizing control of Gahyeon’s tight frame, she lifted her bare feet and placed them on your thighs as you took hold of her hips, not wanting to waste any time as you remained lodged within that perfect plump ass.

“You feel that hard cock throbbing inside you? That’s what’s gonna destroy this amazing ass. I’ll make sure my pretty slut can’t walk for a whole fucking week.” 

Gahyeon wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less, nor would she if you granted her any mercy while hammering your dick into her asshole, making every thrust that you delivered count. Firmly in charge of her body, you pounded away at that tight muscular ring, using your cock to gape Gahyeon’s little hole until it no longer struggled to fit your length, but she craved more, much more, and you reciprocated her desires. 

“Yes, daddy, yes! Fuck, that cock stretches me so well, use me all you want,” she whimpered, the strength in her voice fading from all the begging. Just like in the office, Gahyeon understood her duties in the bedroom, knowing how to be an outlet for your lust, and how to be a proper fucktoy. There would never be any doubts about how aggressive you would be with her, so after sliding your hands under her sweaty thighs, you pushed her legs up into a V shape, locked your fingers around her neck, then lifted her small frame into the air, giving your all into every unforgiving thrust. 

“Oh fuck—fuck, fuck, holy shit—” Gahyeon cried out as you fully put her into the full nelson position and hammered her ass relentlessly like she was a fleshlight. As you used her incredible ass in the manner that she loved, taking absolute control, nothing could match the absolute bliss that filled your body, and you were lucky to pound something so perfect. 

If only you could see the way her eyes rolled back in her head while you rammed her ass without mercy—but hearing her boisterous cries of pleasure would have to do. In an instant, your hips released all their energy stored up for the last several moments, and you drilled Gahyeon’s asshole with so much vigor that her moans turned into loud, frantic screams—one of your favorite sounds from her lips. 

“Oh god, don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop, ruin my little asshole, oh fuck!” Gahyeon managed to utter out before her words became little more than a slur of curses, unraveling underneath your unrelenting onslaught as the intense pleasure in your cock turned into an addiction, one that you would fuel by treating her body just like a toy, giving her the anal pounding she so richly deserved. 

Despite how forceful your thrusts were, nothing would stop Gahyeon from begging for more, and you could drill her ass indefinitely. But as much as you craved to keep her suspended in that position, the creeping urge for release began to take over, so involuntarily you would oblige it, savoring how helpless Gahyeon remained while you kept her asshole filled to the hilt. 

When your shaft finally slipped from her ass, you beamed with pride at how gaped you made her asshole, and Gahyeon fell to her side, able to catch her breath. But that respite wouldn’t last long, since she couldn’t stand not having your cock inside in some way, and slurped on your Gahyeon-flavored tip once more.

“God, you’re an insatiable little slut, aren’t you? You like tasting your ass?” 

“Mhmm,” Gahyeon hummed, and planted a big wet kiss on your tip before she shoved your cock back inside her warm mouth, down to the base in one stroke. She indulged her hunger, sucking you off while tasting herself on your cock, her throat aching to drain everything from you. 

You weren’t finished with her yet, left empty by every second that went by without the suffocating grip of her ass. “You want me to keep pounding this tight little asshole?” 

Gahyeon hesitated for a moment, too involved with slobbering on your cock before withdrawing her pouty lips. “Want you to cum again. Wanna feel you in my ass again, my little hole hasn’t been stretched enough.”  

“Such a slut for this dick, aren’t you?” you asked, while Gahyeon nodded in agreement, shifting to the center of your messy bed sheets, her legs spread wide as she rubbed her cunt, unsatisfied with how much time she had spent empty. Her impatience grew, but you did little but watch, indulging yourself in her divine physique, focused on every movement she made while touching herself. 

“Come on, daddy. Shove that big cock back inside my ass.” 

You rubbed her thighs, and planted gentle kisses on their pillowy softness while spreading more lube inside her, using it as an excuse to tease her further. “Needy fucking brat.” 

“And your needy little brat needs another pounding…” 

In one movement, you lifted Gahyeon’s creamy legs into the air, and rested her ankles on your shoulders. No doubt you wouldn’t have much left in the reserves, but just to see the frustration on her face, you stalled while you stroked yourself, teasing her warm little hole with your swollen cockhead. 

"Daddy, pleeease—please fuck me," she pleaded, with a drone of whines, your cock nudging against the inviting warmth of her ass. But you still hesitated—not for Gahyeon’s sake, but for yours, and needed a moment to prepare—to prepare for that insane tightness again. With one hand lining up your shaft, the other stroked her beautiful legs, until you were ready to fill her back up again. 

You waited for one more whiny plea, one more ‘daddy’ while keeping track of the desperation in her eyes, then impaled your entire shaft into that tiny, unyielding hole. Her back arched right off the bed upon re-entry, and you swore the second time felt like an even tighter squeeze, fitting perfectly inside her. “Shit, Gahyeon—”

That tight hole tempted you into an early climax, but you fought back against those urges, and one stroke at a time, pumped into Gahyeon, groaning at that familiar tightness. 

“Daddy, why aren’t you pounding me?” Her lips pouted in her usual manner, but you ignored her and focused on setting the pace, allowing only the head of your cock to disappear inside her asshole as she desperately squeezed you. 

“Let me feel it all, daddy. Split me open.”

Regardless of the look on her face, you wouldn’t give in that easily. “Be a good girl and rub your clit for me. Nice and slow.” 

You didn't take your eyes off Gahyeon as she obeyed, using her fingers to rub slow, lazy circles against her sensitive swollen clit, and bit her lip at the added stimulation. Her cute whimpers guided your hips and urged you to sink deeper inside her, your strokes quickening as you filled more hard flesh inside that tight hole. Every expression her cute face made became a contortion of lust, and you couldn’t keep yourself from bottoming her out once more, returning back to your animalistic desires.  

“Daddy, just like this, you’re so deep, need more…” 

Holding back would no longer be an option when the urgency in Gahyeon’s eyes mirrored your own, and you didn’t hesitate to keep your length buried inside her ass, not even giving a chance for her to adjust to your size, pumping against the harsh grip around your cock. 

Snatching whatever pleasure she could while Gahyeon kept playing with her clit, you rammed her little asshole without any cares or limits, thrusting with your hips in an erratic rhythm, more and more uncontrolled with every stroke. 

“Oh god, daddy, that feels so good. Stretch me with that thick cock, pound my asshole, fuck me hard!” The noises from her lips became borderline unintelligible as your thrusts increased tenfold, hard enough to make her big breasts bounce, and made her fingernails dig into the sheets she squirmed underneath. Her constant moans and whimpers spurred you on as you refused to let your cock stay outside longer than necessary, and held her legs together, hugging them tightly as you began to lose all sense of self-control.

“Fuck, this tight asshole makes my cock feel so fucking good, Gahyeon. Gonna pound you so hard, gonna fuck you like a little slut deserves,” you said as your shaft moved in frenzied, harsh strokes, hitting the right angle, not neglecting a single sweet spot. 

Not letting up your pace, you let those luscious legs fall from perched on top of your shoulders, then spread them wide as they could go, giving yourself a better view of your cock spearing her asshole. 

At this point, you weren’t so much as fucking Gahyeon anymore, but using her body as just a cocksleeve, a toy, a container for your uncontrollable lust. Through all that lust, you were so lost in the tightness of her ass that any words that exited her mouth sounded miles away, but still heard the faint murmur of pleas. You played with handfuls of her delicious bouncy tits, fingertips trailing up to her collarbone, and then you wrapped a hand around her throat, squeezed with just enough pressure. 

“Harder, choke me harder, daddy. Choke your little slut.” 

If there were any remnants of control left, Gahyeon relinquished it all when you squeezed her neck harder, and those large eyes spoke more than words ever could. Her asshole tightened more than you could fathom, just like your hand around her throat, and you had no qualms about how rough you were fucking Gahyeon, nor the red marks that would be left displayed on her bare flesh for everyone in the office to see in the morning. 

Not that your coworkers didn’t already know how rough you pounded Gahyeon in the various rooms and spaces around the workplace—if only everywhere else had as much soundproofing as your office did. 

But nothing would deter you from pounding Gahyeon’s wrecked asshole, when the constant uncontained lust in her eyes began to boil over, long past the point of no return. The pressure built up in her body faster than expected as she frantically worked two fingers deep inside her cunt, and without warning—Gahyeon sprayed your abdomen with a sudden influx of liquid, an orgasm so intense, so overwhelming, that it left her body shaking, desperate for more. 

“There you fucking go, Gahyeon. Good girl, cum for me one more time, can you do that?” 

Gahyeon could only nod. 

“Fuck!” she cried out, and did just that without hesitation, letting out another deluge of squirt from her greedy cunt that coated your lower body in her slick arousal. Her head fell back onto the mattress, quivering thighs spread wide, while you prepared to take your own climax. 

“Good little slut.” 

“D-daddy, I want your cum too—want it so bad,” Gahyeon said, with pleading eyes, and soon enough she would get it, every last little drop. You doubled down on your pace, and plunged your length into her asshole for as long as you could, savoring the last clenches while pumping into her until your climax was too strong to resist. 

All you could withstand were a few more thrusts, so after pulling out of her ass, you spilled hot cum all over her tight stomach, and covered her supple tits with the remainder of your milky load as Gahyeon groaned from below with each thick spurt that fell on her bare, sweaty body. 

Equally exhausted, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Gahyeon’s perfect body used as your canvas, staring at her glazed breasts that heaved hypnotically, and her cute, cum-covered tummy that became the perfect target for your load. Lusting for more, she stroked your sensitive cock, almost disappointed when you were milked dry, but kept pumping, desperate to extract one more leftover drop. 

“Gahyeon—” 

“Yes, daddy?” 

You couldn’t find the words you wanted to say, but continued to stare over Gahyeon's body, panting hard while you took in every tiny detail, every droplet of sweat on her pretty, pale skin. 

“Wanna go again?” Gahyeon asked, and while you didn’t exactly have much gas left in the tank—you couldn't find a good reason to say no. 

"Needy brat."

"I'm your needy brat. Come on, daddy. I know you wanna go again. Press my tits against the glass, get them all wet and soapy for you. You’re still so hard—I know you’d love a nice soapy titfuck,” she said, massaging your balls, teasing them with her fingers like she was trying to get them to fill back up. 

Just the thought ensured your erection wouldn’t falter, and well, you couldn’t ever refuse an offer like that. With a grin, you hoisted Gahyeon off the mattress to her feet, legs unsteadily underneath her.

She still had your load painted on her body drenched in sweat when she stood upright, but wore it proudly, just like the grin on her features. “I’ll go get the water running.”

Neither of you would spend that much time getting clean, because you knew the moment you stepped inside the hot shower, Gahyeon’s hands would be all over your body, doing way more than soaping you up. But you were used to that. 

Nothing could really ever quench Gahyeon’s bottomless libido, anyway. 

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Don't Give In

Male Reader X Dreamcatcher Handong

Length: 2200 words

Tags: Quckie, Creampie

A/n- BFH because of this photo. She really wanted to kill us.

Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in”. These three words repeatedly went through your mind every day at work. Weird, right? Why would you keep telling yourself that? Well, the glare a certain pink-haired Chinese woman was giving you caused it. 

When you picked up the girls early, they all seemed quite mellow. Sure, being 5 am probably does that but you were a bit surprised. The drive was quite boring to the remote location but once you hopped out, it all began. 

Reaching the side door, each of the girls began to hop out and say their thanks. With the final lady exiting, a sudden grab on your crotch made you jolt in place. Your face was full of panic as you looked around. Facing the young woman, that famous smirk filled her face as she got closer. 

“Who needs coffee when my touch can be your pick me up?” 

With that said, Handong continued into the shooting site, leaving you amazed by her actions. 

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.” 

First time of the day. 

7 hours later. 

Lunch was a time everyone enjoyed. Well maybe not the ladies who prepared the food but it was a time to relax. At least that’s what you assumed it would be. 

The metal chair your butt seated on was not the comfiest but it got the job done. On your plastic plate, a mix of veggies and various meat could be found. Unlike most idols, the Dreamcatcher girls ate what they wanted in moderation instead of going on insane diets. 

Despite being their manager, the relationship you had with the girls was beyond just business. They were your friends. As you all sat around the white plastic table. Everyone was listening to Jiu’s corny jokes when a sudden pressure on your crotch caught your attention. 

Not wanting to make it oblivious, your face continued to look at Jiu, while giving the girl further to the right a serious look. Despite this, Handong continued to eat while her foot continued to touch your dick. 

“Haneul. Are you ok? You seem a bit red?” 

“O-Oh yeah. I’m fine, Sua. Sorry, I think it’s just a little hot.” 

“Yeah, it is a little hot. I’m so glad they got us those cold drinks.” 

As each girl took a sip of their Soda, Handong raised the straw to her mouth and gave you a smirk. The young woman’s tongue began to roam around the plastic straw. Moving it up and down, Handong pushed the straw in her mouth and began to move it back and forth, Maintaining eye contact that whole time. 

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.” 

9 hours later. 

Just as when you had woken up, the sun was nowhere in sight. The life of an idol is tough, but being their manager could be just as stressful at times. As some girls continued to get their photos taken for the album, the sound of clapping caught your attention. 

Looking to the left, the sight of the approaching pink-haired girl made you nervous. As Handong finally stood in front of you, a small giggle left her mouth. 

“Drooling much? Well as much as I love you staring at me, could you help me take a few pictures for my Instagram?” 

Getting back to your senses, you simply nodded your head and took the phone that she handed you.

Getting ready to take a few shots, Handong shook her head no. 

“Let’s not bother the people shooting here. Let’s go by the van. I'm sure no one we can bother will be there.” 

The sirens in your head began to go off but you didn’t have much of a choice as the Chinese woman began to walk off. Following behind, your eyes noticed the leather skirt that didn’t cover much of her legs. Handong was always a muscular girl and her legs were no exception. Those powerful legs had caused you plenty of problems in the past. 

Your attention must have been cut short as you suddenly bumped into Handong. You both had finally reached the van. With no words, Handong quickly fixed her hair and began to pose. Remembering what you were there for, you proceeded to open the camera app and point the lens at the Chinese woman. 

At first, Handong began to just show off her jacket with each pose, leaning down a bit while Maintaining eye contact with the camera. As Handong stood straight, your eyes immediately noticed the sports bra that was underneath the jacket. The gray and white matched perfectly with the leather jacket and skirt. Moving her hand to the bottom of her jacket, Handong began to show off more of the outfit that was covered. 

Finally raising her arm, Handong’s exposed midriff blessed your eyes.  Handong’s abs were something that could make any man or woman drool like a dog. You were surprised your hand still remembered to take a few pictures but soon your mind began to repeat those 3 words. 

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.” 

Despite repeating those words, the stare that came from Handong enchanted you. As the young woman lowered her arm, Handong began to walk backwards toward the white van that was there. 

With her finger, Handong signaled you to follow her. Your legs had a kind of their own as you followed after her. When Handong’s back hit the van, her arm reached for the handle and pulled it to open the door.

Soon the pink-haired girl was gone into the white van and you were left with a choice. Would you go in the van and act in your urges or return there where you could be needed?

Sticking her head out, Handong gave you a small scowl and spoke. 

“Get in here. I promise I have a reason that I need you here. Please come and assist me, dear manager.”

“Ok ok. I’m coming.” 

Taking a few steps forward, your left leg stepped into the white van as the rest of your body entered after. Soon the door closed automatically, leaving you face-to-face with the Chinese idol.

“O-Ok Handong, what do you need my help with?” 

“Oh it’s quite simple, I just need your cock.” 

Your heart rate shot towards the roof as you heard those words. Before you could even react, handong had already brought her hands toward your pants. Taking hold of her soft hands, you began to repeat those same words. 

“Don’t give in Don’t give-“ 

“Oh, it’s too late for you to say that.” 

Handong in one swoop undid your belt and fished out your cock. The soft skin from her hands made your whole body shake as she began to raise her hand up and down. All self-control you had left was gone as soon as the girl's tongue reached your tip. 

Spinning her tongue around the head of your cock, your eyes immediately closed and a loud sigh left your mouth. Somehow in that time, Handong managed to lower your pants to the floor and reach back up to your balls. As the girl’s tongue began to move up and down your shaft, her hand began to grab your balls and play with them. Each lick from her tongue was accompanied by a soft squeeze of your balls. 

As you looked down, your eyes could only see the color pink as Handong continued her oral assault. Soon your cock head was enveloped but the warm and wet comfort of Handong’s mouth. At that time, the young woman began to suck on your tip, causing you to moan loudly. 

Just as your cock head, the rest of your shaft got enveloped by the warm cavern that was her mouth. Handong was never one to like things slow so I’m a quick swoop, your entire length went down her throat. By reflex, your hand went on top of Handong’s head and kept her pushed down. 5 then 10 seconds passed until you felt a tap on your thigh. 

Letting go, Handong’s head shot up as she gasped for air. Despite just having been full of your cock, Handong began once more. The suck's on your cock combined with the pressure from her throat began to make you reach your peak. As you got ready to push the Chinese girl down on your cock once more, her oral attack stopped. 

A small cry left your mouth as a giggle left her mouth. Raising her legs, Handong quickly took a seat on your lap and looked into your eyes. 

“The only place your load is going is in my pussy. Fill me and then fill me some more.” 

With a quick slap to your face, your mind was overloaded with pleasure as Handong’s pussy enveloped your shaft. Raising her hips, Handong began to aggressively shove your length into her hole. 

“Fuck me or I’ll go find someone who can take your place.” 

With those words of what could be encouragement, your hands proceeded to take hold of her hips and raise her up. Lowering the girl on your length, you began to do the same action over and over. 

Despite being in a tight spot, Handong was able to get up and shove her pussy down on your length. Small squeaks left the car as Handong bounced on your cock. Guess you were also testing the suspension. 

With each bounce, your hips matched the Chinese girl's action and shot your cock up into her warm cavern. Your eyes at that time took notice of Handong’s covered breasts. Handong seemed to have noticed this also as she pushed the sports bra up and grabbed your head. Just like your shaft, your face was suffocated by the comfort of Handong’s body. As you opened your mouth, your tongue immediately found the woman’s nipple and began to play with it. The moans that left Handong’s mouth let you know she loved this action just as much as you did. 

Finally, closer, your mouth wrapped around her nipple and began to give it a few sucks while flicking it with your tongue at times. Being a manager helped your sex life. How? Multitasking.” 

With your mouth busy attacking Handong’s right breast. Your left hand let go of Handong’s waist and moved towards the girl's folds. Searching around, your hand was lucky to find a little nub, and began to play with it. With each bounce suck and rub, Handong began to make more and more noise. The various sources of stimulation began to overwhelm her body as she wrapped her arms around you. 

“D-Don’t fucking stop. I’m gonna cum soon.” 

Hearing those words lets you know to do your best in that moment. Speeding up your hand brought more moans in the van. Handong wasn’t going to just sit there. Speeding up her bounces caused you to do the same with the rest of your actions. The girl’s walls began to tighten and strangle your cock. You knew you were close so you had to give it everything you got now. With all the power left in your hips, you proceeded to pound into the girl’s cavern and attack her clit the best you could. When a loud yell hit your ears, a matching constriction was felt around your cock. 

Handong’s whole body tensed up at that moment as her pussy juices leaked down onto your legs. Handong’s orgasm helped you as you finally reached your peak. As your lower body shook, your shaft began to spurt your semen deep into the young woman’s womb. Each shot of cum that filled the girl caused her to jolt in place once more. 

After a few seconds, the sound of panting was all that could be heard in the van. As both of your eyes meet, your lips quickly attached in a passionate kiss. Both of your tongues fought each other for dominance. Despite this, you both gave each other control somehow. Pulling back from the kiss, you both began to laugh and calm down. 

Hopping off you, Handong quickly lowered her sports bra and fixed her hair. Following her example, you proceeded to fix your clothes and get ready to leave the van. 

As the automatic door opened, you were met by a serious group of girls who didn’t seem happy. With a shake of their heads, you both hopped out as they took a quick whiff inside. Dami was the first to react as she backed away from the van. 

“God, it smells like sex in there. Ladies. Leave the windows open to air it out. You two, just wait for the car to stop smelling.” 

As the rest of the dreamcatcher girls left the area, your eyes immediately noticed Handong walking backwards towards a building. Repeating the same action, Handong began to signal you to follow her. 

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.”

Handong heard you as she raised her skirt and bit and showed you the cum falling down her leg. With a smirk, the Chinese idol entered a building leaving you thinking. 

Damn it. You're giving in again, aren’t you?

[atheliasnotebook]

The Taste of You

ft. Aether (vocalist/dancer), Cyno (the opening act), Childe (snack stand vendor), Diluc (the drink stand vendor), Gorou (the security guard) + Shikanoin Heizou (drummer/dancer), Kaedehara Kazuha (guitarist 1/dancer)

NOTE: the reader is gender-neutral, and is referred to as "_______" rather than (Y/N)!

TAG(S): fluff, confession, angsty (childe/ajax, diluc)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: self-indulgent ikemen fanservice owo

It's a 6REEZE concert! But... what's it like to kiss one of the boys for the first time (or even one of the venue workers)?

💫 Aether [ Vocalist / Dancer ]

"A stranger, at a table in a place / and a really pretty face / I wonder what happens when you smile" (Someone You Like by The Girl and The Dreamcatcher)

You, the manager of 6REEZE, have gotten yourself into quite a predicament. You were simply sitting in the break room with Aether, sharing a snack with him before pre-show rehearsal began. Sitting in those metal foldable chairs with the beige-colored folding table propped up. The rule at this venue was that "eating is strictly prohibited in the dressing rooms," and their break room would double as storage. Surrounded by boxes, you offered one of your crackers out to the blonde-braided idol before stumbling over his lap, propping yourself up by gripping the edges of the latter's chair as you dropped the saltine atop his thigh. Apologizing, still looking down at his black trousers, you turn your gaze up—stumbling once again... and accidentally onto Aether's lips.

It's so... soft? And warm... without even knowing it, you had complacently melted in the motion. Aether let out a yelp, but stayed like that for a couple of seconds, unsure of what he should do. Pull away?

Aether widened his eyes, trembling as he hummed out of embarrassment. Squeaking his metal chair back, he shot his hand up to cover his lips, muttering apologies over and over, avoiding direct eye contact with you.

He always liked your smile. And because he always liked it so much, he couldn't help but always be attracted. Kissing you like this? He sure as hell didn't hate it, but he felt bad for making you go through something so embarrassing. Unbeknownst to him, he was your favorite. You made sure it didn't show, but secretly, you did so many little things that not he would've noticed.

"Aether, I'm so sorry for—"

"For what? You didn't do anything wrong! If anything... I should be the one saying sorry. I didn't bother pulling away, and I know you don't like me—"

"Well, who said I never liked you?"

That made Aether blush more than online thirst tweets about him.

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🐳 Childe / Ajax [ Snack Stand Seller #1 ]

"Will you meet me in the daylight / like we did before / Then I felt you on my shoulder / and you weren't suffering anymore" (Everything Goes On by Porter Robinson)

Cute little _______ has been dancing in his thoughts for the past few weeks! Sure, the first time he met you—you were simply trying to buy a bag of pretzels for Aether, and what do you know—he threw in some jerky and an iced water bottle for you. You gave a Jack Link's black-and-red labeled dried delicacy to Heizou, who chowed down with a broad smile and gratitude.

You tossed the pretzel bag to Aether, ready to drink from the water bottle when you saw a series of numbers written at the top of the bottle in dark, navy blue sharpie. "Call me!" it said beneath it, with a little heart.

☆ IF YOU CHOSE TO CALL HIM sometime after you read the bottle (or even after the show), he would greet you with that enthusiastic childlike eagerness.

"Good evening, comrade! I trust that the show was astounding? Well, I certainly thought so! The song lineup is what I would refer to as astounding!"

"The talent's in the boys, not me. I'm just the one who books their gigs and drives them around when they're drunk," you joke, and manage to stir up a charming laugh out of the magnanimous snack seller.

Although you two chatted it up almost every-to-every other day, you kept your distance. Because you sure as hell know better than to get close to a boy who flirts with girls as much as he offers you free snacks. He treats you like everyone else. You're not extraordinary.

Why would you be memorable?

You could only wonder.

You could only wallow.

After all, you're only the manager. Nobody actually knows your name. Your face. Nobody actually remembers. You cover up your face on live stream, because of all those stupid comments harassing you online. even the threats from the boys to strangle anyone who decides to talk crap about their manager don't help...

"The manager's probably some sick fat bastard pulling the strings."

"Maybe their 'manager' is just the permanent groupie for '6REEZE.'"

So, naturally, you just stopped texting him. You were always the one striking up conversation first. He didn't bother texting you first. Perhaps he was busy. Or perhaps he was just playing around with some girl.

✦ IF YOU CHOSE TO IGNORE THE NUMBER and simply drink your water, you'd toss it away and continue your work, booking the next tour (even though 6REEZE just rebranded from 5WIRL).

...

On another day during an intermission, you'd be drinking another iced water that you received from Childe. Kazuha would strike up a conversation with you as he watched you toss the bottle away with such an irked expression.

"______, if I may be so polite to inquire, is there a reason why you tossed away that bottle while harboring such a disdainful look on your face?"

"Some... guy is just trying to hit on me when I don't have the time for a relationship. Besides, I'm much too busy dealing with your guys' fangirls than to worry over if a man is attracted to me," you explain, sighing agitatedly as you slump in your chair.

"Manager, am I permitted to grant you a few words of advice?"

You nod your head... slowly. Kazuha normally keeps to himself, but he grins with a sense of knowing as he takes a sip at his white paper cup of hot tea.

"You work yourself to the bone just as much as we do to ensure that our shows are lined up, that our music and song are refined like polished diamonds, and that every staff and member we talk and associate with is approachable and friendly. You have every right to be happy. Everyone is. 'Breeze,' 'Anemo, 'Swirl,' whatever you wish to refer to it as—should not be the reason to hinder yourself from your enjoyable prospects. Please—" Kazuha elucidates beseechingly, scooting forward as he places a hand on your back. "—go chase after him, boss. You have told us that we are as free as the breeze, and can run anywhere that the wind will carry us. You too, are a part of 'breeze,' ______."

...

"Childe, are you busy?" you ask, with Ajax hearing your voice crackle over the phone.

"Not at all, comrade! My time is all yours~"

"Good, because I'm on the stairs by the hill. Let me know when you're availabl—"

"I'm coming over right now!" he exclaims, almost like an excited puppy. And then, very quietly, far away from the microphone. "Ah, Mister Zhongli, I'll be back in just a few minutes!" you hear, before the sound of a metal door slamming open and shut in just a few seconds, dragging your gaze to the ginger hopping on top of the stone brick planter walls and dashing towards you at an alarming speed with open arms.

You were expecting this. Returning his call means reciprocating his feelings. And knowing his feelings, they were stronger than every screaming fan of 6REEZE during their encore. But, just like Kazuha said, you are just as free as the breeze. So, with the strength of the wind, you dash just as fast toward him. And slowing down at the last second, you throw yourself into his embrace, burying one another's heads in each other's necks.

"I was waiting for when you'd finally call me back," he teased, giggling as he caressed the side of your face.

"Yeah," you muttered. "It took some convincing, but work shouldn't be getting in the way of my happiness. I'm here now."

"Do I have your permission to kiss you, comra—I mean... *ahem*... err..."

"Call me anything you want. And yes, you can kiss me."

It will be the mark of your new life. Your new, and happy life.

Childe leans forward, tucking three fingers behind your ear as he creases his eyes, seeking your approval with his receding ocean gaze. Thank you, you can only think as you press yourself against him, intertwining your lips like the seafoam that prances atop the lapping waves at the edges of the beach.

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⚡️ Cyno [ The Opening Act ]

"Makes me want to turn around and face me / But I don’t know nothing about love, oh” (Accidentally In Love by Counting Crows)

Comedy.

At, least, that’s what he calls it. Tighnari warned him not to—for his act would flop harder than no-name indie bands trying to make a name for themselves out there. however, little did the entire venue and 6REEZE know what was comin’.

Cyno has been practicing piano. Not for very long, but with the title of “General Mahamatra,” he needs to incorporate some of his comedic charms into his routine. Although not incredibly complicated, his keyboard-playing was astoundingly well-timed with the delivery of his witty observations (almost like a second Bo Burnham)! When you sat through it, yes, it was stupid—but it got you laughing until your stomach was aching.

While you were busy taking care of your bursting laughter, Cyno’s eyes were glued to you—enthralled by the charm of such an innocent person: the manager of 6REEZE.

Oh, he thought. How lucky they are to have such a charismatic individual at their side at all times.

Naturally, because of the nature of his sociability—many think of him as hard-to-approach, and thus, respond by cutting straight to the chase (leaving no room for small talk or opening a window to try and be friendlier with one another). However, he thought about… you. You introduced yourself with such a wide smile and a friendly handshake, that (even he, who is stoic so naturally) was caught off guard by the way he let a small grin slip. Even Tighnari, his best friend (who doesn’t recommend Cyno’s acts for multiple reasons) was surprised at the way he reacted gently to you.

“Thanks for listening,” he says, smiling directly at you—the only one sitting in the third row for his rehearsal apart from the staff. He jumps down a few feet off the apron of the stage, walking up the steps toward you with an unwavering gaze. “You really thought it was that funny?”

“It was hilarious,” you remark, chuckling at the jokes he made about college authorities.

Cyno can't help but pat your head, and take hold of your palm and press a kiss to the back of it.

“Perhaps… you would be interested in going out sometime?” he asks, trying to take a page from other popular idols that he’s observed.

Tighnari is fuming at the indecency of Cyno as he watches you laugh and go along with him.

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🔥 Diluc Ragnvindr [ The Drink Vendor ]

“Decoding these emotions / you’re the ocean I wanna dive into tonight” (Diamond City Lights by Lazulight (NIJISANJI EN))

You’ve seen Diluc around a few times. He always ends up booking angel’s share for the beverage vending at large events, and oh. Man. does he look attractive. High ponytail and nice black apron with the minimalist company logo that’s embroidered just above the bust area. The way he cleans is elegant, eyebrows furrowed in a focused kind of way.

People admire a man who is good with people. Diluc, although witty and snide to some who approach his bar (aka: Venti, who hits up the beverage vending to grab a bottle… or two… or three before the show ends, or kaeya who’s already had three full glasses of wine), and kind to older folks who drop by to send the Ragnvindr family their best wishes. tall, perfectly chiseled face—and you stare at his burning amber eyes before dragging your gaze to the shaker in his hands—zoning out into space.

“Hello? Earth to ______?”

You snap out of it. “How do you know my name?—“

"I believe you are the manager of… ‘Breeze,’ right? Naturally, one should be familiar with the names of the staff and performers for efficient communication.”

You nod. “Of course, Mister Diluc.”

“Just Diluc is fine. Referring to me as ‘mister’ sounds like too much of a formality. Besides, we have seen each too much to uphold formalities, wouldn’t you say?”

Perhaps. He’s older than you by maybe a few years, so just calling him by his first name alone doesn’t feel quite right off your tongue.

“Right, err—Diluc. How much do I owe you for the drink?”

“On the house. Think of it as a thank you,” he says, untying his apron as he throws it onto the hook, coming out to the stand front and handing the mixed cocktail to you himself. But you have the money to spare, so you surely have to support your fellow business owners. And more importantly, as a thank you for… what?

“No, no—I insist. how can I repay you?”

Diluc sighs. "Well, if you really want to, i suppose you can tell me what you think of me,” he explains, looking at you with crossed arms.

“What I think of you…?”

Well, he’s nice. But he has too many fangirls to bother trying to score a date with him. If you did end up with him—the benefit would be releasing an alcohol lineup “themed” to each of the members of 6REEZE. but putting aside his business prospects, he’s the ideal man. Tall, dashing, handsome—good with people, all while having martial arts experience that rivals some of the top security in the venue.

“Talented, and charming.”

“Then…” Diluc begins, his neutral expression slowly fading into a grin. “What would say if I thought the same about you?”

Ecstatic. You could die right then and there content and happy. But, in that same split second—you reconsidered such a statement with the prospects of 6REEZE circulating your thoughts.

“Happy, but—“

“But what?” he asks, holding out his hand to you. Confused, you place your palm into his warm grasp—swiftly being hoisted forwards by the waist, hugging your hips with the bartender’s. Flustered, you look up—unable to move out from the embrace.

“The rumors.”

“Why care about rumors? If we like one another, we should give it a shot—no? Apart from that, it will be good publicity for both of us.”

Ah, right. Business.

Because Diluc’s always has his mind first on business before anything else.

“If you keep looking so sad, I might have to lose a bit of control to try and make you happy.”

Just ignore him. “Losing control.” How silly. Just put on a happy face and polite smile, like you usually do, and…

Diluc wraps his lips in between the crevices of yours, enveloping the both of you in a profound warmth. You feel his heart beat just as fast as yours against your chest, shuddering at the touch.

Diluc tenderly pulls away, creasing his brows with a low exhale. "My apologies. I should have requested your permission before providing such a gesture in public..." he remarks, scratching the back of his neck as he has a hand around your waist.

From the stage, Venti gasps, about to jump off the platform to have at Diluc, before Xiao covers his mouth and wrangles him back.

With a carefree smile and without noticing the boys, you wrap your arms around the brewer’s shoulders, sinking into the reassuring comfort of one another.

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🏹 Gorou [ The Security Guard ]

“When blossoms are blooming / I would think of you” (100 Years by Or3o)

"______, we open the gates in 20 minutes! Get over here!"

Working double as a security guard and manager is great. Your identity as the manager is already pretty overshadowed by the boys' fame, despite how much they praise and talk about you. Heizou would say (at some point) during the bi-weekly livestreams:

"Ah, but you see—we can never do it without the help of our beloved manager!"

Even in autumn, the leaves still fall and dance through the wind in myriads of mandarin orange and auburn reds, which spiral down to decorate the pavement. You spot the planter boxes adorned with multicolored blooming chrysanthemums. Catching a glance of that latte-shaded cut of your co-worker, you jog over without breaking a sweat, catching yourself smiling at the latter's enthusiasm.

"Where are Shibata and Hiroyuki? Are they at the check-in and pat-down area?"

"Sure are! Have you seen Daisuke anywhere?"

"I think he went to go grab a snack from backstage! Do you want me to radio him to bring you a drink as well?"

"No, it's quite fine—"

"Well, alright then! If you're feeling parched, you can share water with me, just let me know!"

Did you hear that right? The head guard... Gorou... will share his water with you? But isn't that considered an indirect kiss? Why does he not care for such semantics?

"Uh, _______, why are you turning red all of a sudden? Did I say something that embarrassed you?"

"What, hahahaha! N-no..."

"Are you embarrassed by saying that we could share water?"

You blush more, and Gorou chuckles, before bursting out into laughter. Guess nothing gets past the general. You believe he may not remember you from your younger days at the Inazuma secondary academy, but you recall watching and admiring him from afar. Watching him hang out with Kazuha, and Kokomi, and spending time talking to the academy's teachers.

"M-maybe..."

"I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to bring it up. It's just—well, I remember watching your gaze from the edge of my classroom door when you were waiting for Ayaka and Thoma. Kazuha pointed it out to me once," he rambles, chuckling and smiling. "After all, how could I forget those elegant eyes staring at me the whole ti—"

After just a few moments of silence, Gorou clasps his hands over his mouth, wide-eyed in shock at what he just confessed. You too, blushing, clenched your palms to cover your face in surprise. You were so careful to make sure nobody would see you! Maybe... someone ratted you out? Or maybe Thoma and Ayaka were too obvious about your crush on him?

... hold on, elegant?

"Do you like me?"

"Ah, guess I gave it away..."

Both of you stand there awkwardly, trying to say something at the same time, but then say "no, you go first," before slipping into unified chuckles. Gorou scratches the back of his neck while watching you fiddle with your fingers behind your back.

"Guess we should talk about this later... huh?" you say, checking your watch. 5 minutes before the gates open, 3 minutes before the admission office starts taking tickets.

Gorou smiles, taking a step closer to you as he kisses you on the forehead. "Sure. If you come into any trouble, let me know."

The both of you depart hastily from one another. Maybe distance hasn't ripped you both apart as much as you thought it did...

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🔎 Shikanoin Heizou [ Drummer / Dancer ]

"High on words / We almost used / We're fireworks with a wet fuse" (Find You by Zedd, Matthew Koma, and Miriam Bryant)

You walk into the practice room, listening to the sound of drums banging and thumping. The kicks, the toms, and the cymbals crash in an ideal symphonic rhythm that almost sounds polyrhythmic in nature. You watch how his sweat trickles down the side of his neck, the entire scene playing out like a cinematic movie. In your head, you can hear Kazuha and Scara rocking out together, the music auto-completing itself.

Heizou watches how you keep time, tapping your foot to complete the metronome. Mister "detective" admires your mastery in remembering the timing of every song in their lineup, smiling as he plays along to your tune. He watches your grin curl and admires how cute it is. He doesn't even realize how much he's blushing and giggling to himself.

"Is something funny, Heizou?"

"Oh?" he said, caught by surprise. "Yes, just thought of a funny meme that Venti sent me before I started practicing," he lied, providing false guidance that was sure that you'd believe.

You giggle. You didn't know Heizou indulged in memes so much. And when he hears your laugh, mister "No. 1 detective" blushes red to his ears, making sure to hide his flushed complexion in his hand covering half his face.

"I brought you some water, you've been practicing so hard, even right before the show starts."

"Ahh... yes, I do it not only to reinforce the routine but to get things off my mind."

"Something's on your mind then?"

"Yep, just this person that I can only admire from afar."

"Ooh...~ is it some lucky fan, Heizou?"

"Perhaps... in a way, they are my biggest fan. I would even argue that they are not only my fan, but also a teacher, and a friend."

"Well, are they coming to this show?"

"Yes," he answers curtly, always looking you straight in the eyes, definite of his response. "They always come up to our shows..."

"Well, I just have to say—you are free to do as you please, but as an idol, Heizou, please be careful. Firstly, you are a person, but second, you are a star. It is essential to stay wary—"

Heizou sighs, chuckling as he stands from his drummer's seat, hanging his drumsticks in the loop belts of his pants. "Of course, you know how careful I am, boss." You furrow your eyebrows. Venti has the tendency to flirt with people quite openly, and it's gotten him into trouble a couple more times than you'd wish. You trust Heizou, but you have to give the same spiel.

"Heizou, you better pro—"

"Promise you that I should stay wary?" he asks rhetorically, leaning against the wall, raising his hand to beckon you forth.

And when you turn to look at him, he pats the empty space on the wall next to him. Confused, you approach, relaxing against the wall with a foot against the plain beige paper. And not even a couple seconds after, he kabedons you, leaving barely any space between Heizou's arm and the side of your face. The space feels suffocating as you're staring into his verdant green eyes.

"Manager, what if I think that you should be the one who's vigilant more than me?"

No response. What do you even say about that? Heizou almost feels like he's watching you like a hawk... or maybe he has been? But something about the way his eyebrows droop, and suddenly leans his head on your shoulder makes it feel like something's off about heizou.

"Are you okay, Heizou? Shouldn't you save this intimacy for who you admire—"

His chuckle cuts you off. "What if the person I admire is you?"

... what? You?

From the moment he landed the audition for the group through Kazuha's extended invitation, you've always watched how he dedicates himself to his craft. Although all the boys work hard in their own ways, he fixates himself as though he's trying to solve a puzzle. Such a hyper-obsession is almost parallel to Xiao's obsession with almond tofu-flavored anything.

"Heizou, you must be—"

"Confused? Nonsense. In fact, I think I have been attracted to you since the moment we were introduced to one another."

No way! You can't believe what's happening... Heizou's hand crawls up your neck and cups your cheek when he sways forward and nuzzles his nose up against your cheek. So close! It's just like a movie you were studying before!

He sighs, and his breath trickles down the side of your neck, making you shudder. He stands up, and you look down at his clenching fist. Heizou knows he shouldn't have been so bold to try and take a step in that direction with his manager. Xiao was right. He knows all the repercussions, and yet he...

"Heizou, come here."

Confused, he leans forwards again, doing the classic "kabedon" with his arm up against the world, along with his face placed barely inches away from yours.

Cupping his cheeks, you pull him forward, crashing your lips against his in a jaded haze of fervor and passion as the both of you bury your guys' hands in each other's hair. Savoring the moment against his chapped lips and smelling the scent of his cologne mixed with his sweat is the best pre-show adrenaline for optimum performance for the two of you.

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🍃 Kaedehara Kazuha [ Guitarist 1 / Dancer ]

"If I told you we could bathe in all the lights / Would you rise up, come and meet me in the sky? / Would you trust me when you're jumping from the heights? / Would you fall in the name of love?" (In The Name of Love by Bebe Rexha and Martin Garrix)

"Manager," Kazuha calls, peeking his head around the doorframe to see you slouched in a metal folding chair (like the Shinji chair meme). "You wanted to see me?"

Hearing Kazuha's dulcet tones make you turn your head, sitting up immediately with somewhat of a forced grin and a straightened stature as though you were discarding your previous countenance.

"Yes, I wanted to talk about your recent developments of the newest songs."

He hums and nods, moving into the wide space while closing the door behind him. "Well, it just so happens that I finished writing a dedicated piece behind the back of the rest of the guys," he replies as he reveals multiple small sheets of paper that he'd been hiding behind his back—covered in pretty writing and crossed-out scripture with chord names and string-picking directions.

He watches your expression light up with fascination. He knows what you're thinking too—you're just too easy to read. Between his index and middle finger, he holds out the sheets, and you gingerly (yet swiftly) take them into your hands.

Dreamscapes are made of memories we created all out of misery, You took my hollow and wounded heart and bandaged all of my injuries, For I can't give you my heart through any text I'll tell you that I love you in this life and the next

You keep reading over the lyrics. It's resemblant to Kazuha's typical style, but he makes sure to adjust the language so it still sounds good in music without having too many layers, or making the fans too confused. But... all of it is so strange since Kazuha doesn't normally write love songs. Whenever he writes any music—he always discusses with the boys what kind of features they want, while also acknowledging everyone's favorite style of playing is, and what will be most original and unique.

"Kazuha, this is a love song, is there... anything in particular that made you want to write this?"

"One of the pages is a full explanation and analysis of the whole piece," he nods, taking a seat in a chair that he's unfolding.

You find the page labeled with the highest number at the bottom and shuffle it to the top, before reading the explanation with confoundment.

Dedicated to you.

"Kazuha, who's... 'you?'"

"Is it not obvious enough?" Kazuha inquires, tilting his head with just a faint blush dusted on his cheeks while gazing down. "Should I spell it out for you?"

A second. Then two. Then ten.

It's.... you???

"Kazuha..." you stutter, furrowing your eyebrows in surprise.

Wait... are you just oblivious? Sure... Kazuha's gaze sometimes lingers just a moment too long, and you watch him run off towards the rest of the boys from time to time... and then they start talking and looking back at you, while you just cock your eyebrow in confusion. Sometimes, Venti throws his arm around him and messes up his hair, patting him on the back. Sometimes, Xiao and Aether groan in some sort of disapproval.

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"Come on, Kazuha! You know you'll never get them the longer you keep sitting around!" Venti would say while the rest of the boys would be lounging around in the dressing room, getting ready for their seven 'o clock show.

"Venti, leave him be," Xiao remarks, grumbling as he slides his shirt on.

"Kazuha, he's right y'know~ ______ has been talking about how there are a bunch of people who keep flirting with them! For example, the other day—I saw them at the snack stand, and not one, but both of the sellers at the snack stand seemed to be interested in them," he explains in a somewhat sing-songy tone.

Kazuha clenches his belt in his hands, exhaling frustratedly with clenched teeth.

"There's no need to keep nagging him about it!" Aether exclaims, approaching Venti to try and snatch the alcohol bottle that he's about to crack open.

"Pathetic. Drinking before a show? Really?" the titled 'Wanderer' remarks.

"What can I say~" Venti chimes. "Consider it a factor to my unfathomable charisma~!"

"Kazuha, if I can have a couple words with you," Aether mutters, pulling up a chair to Kazuha, who's buckling on his extra accessories and straps. The braided vocalist leans forward, looking intently at the poet. "What are you afraid of?"

Kazuha's afraid to lose you. Back then, he lost everything. His family, his business, everything. Now, this band is practically the only thing he has. You are the one that saved him.

"Regardless," Aether continues. "What matters is that you communicate your feelings. I look at you, Kazuha, there's a bit of jealousy that creeps on your face. And it looks sad..."

All the boys stay quiet, before Heizou comes over, placing his hands on Kazuha's shoulders while spinning him around to let him look into the mirror at the both of themselves.

"What do you see in the mirror, Kazuha?"

What... does Kazuha see? It's just him, and looking at his own drooping face, sighing. What does he see? All he stares at is a man who has the heart to give advice to everyone but is more afraid than anything to make things awkward between you. The man parts his lips slightly, about to say something, before being cut off by the detective.

"I see..." Heizou observes, lifting his hands and patting them down onto Kazuha's while looking at him through the reflection of the mirror. "'Pages with scribbles,' 'tired eyes,' and 'newly bandaged fingers.' You've been writing a song for _______, haven't you~?"

Right on the dot.

"Just confess to them in the Kazuha way, Kazuha. Trying to tell your feelings in any other way isn't nearly as sincere. Knowing the manager, it won't be awkward whether you confess to them or not. They'll hold nothing against you for it! Just be you, Kazuha. You're a splendid poet and songwriter! As you say—'the heart wants what the heart wants.'"

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"_______," he exhales your name. "Ever since that moment, we had encountered on that rainy street, and you scouted me for the 'talent' you saw in me... I believe that I have begun to develop a profound fondness for you."

His voice is a little shaky. You set the pages slowly down to the ground, moving slowly so you don't startle him.

"I never understood what 'love' was. And of course, as I wandered from place to place, I began to grasp that 'love' could many things. One's favorite snacks, the loved ones that we spend time with, but... most of all," Kazuha explains, approaching you as he slowly sits down on his knees, bowing slightly to you, fixated on the ground. "I have learned of 'love' because you saved me. I now understand what it means to truly want something. What it means... to want to protect something with your own life."

"I love you."

You sigh, smiling as you looking the nervous Kazuha on the floor. You stand up, pushing the metal chair away before joining him on the floor, and taking ahold of his hands in yours.

"I love you too," you smile, inching closer as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Taking in a deep breath, he leans his face closer to yours, his minty breath dancing on your lips.

"Can I kiss you?"

You reply by pressing your moist lips atop his own, dancing and bathing in the dim lights of the empty dressing room, feeling as though you were falling and floating both at the same time as he pins you delicately to the floor in the gracious moment.

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