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what sort of music does simon listen to- and what are the othersâ opinions on it when they inevitably discover it?
They probably wouldnât share a playlist
Plus Roach:
#I bet soap likes local rap like any late 90s boy#hearing ghosts music taste would be like#âwhatâs this Simon ? a soundtrack to your annual knitting club meeting? top 10 beats to sleep to?#and ghost gets offended like âat least itâs actual music not just some Scottish lad speaking really fastâ#nd nobody wants to drive with roach and his hype white girl music#call of duty#ghost babygirl#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#gary roach sanderson#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghostsoaproach#cod ghost#cod soap#cod roach#call of duty modern warfare#cod mw2
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FREESTYLE RAP ON RARE VAPORWAVE TYPE BEAT FROM TWITCH TV #freestylerap #...
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#On The Road#Summer vibes#Ready to Go#Prod. Ace Base#Jxde Midnight#Dreamwakers#@SharkTeeth#Wiz Khalifa Type Beat#Reefer#Alt Rap#Alt Hip Hop#Experimental Hip hop#Ride Or Die#Lets Ride#Hit The Road#Go#On The Move#in Motion#Burning Rubber#Going Fast#Life Is A Trip#Youtube
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first 8 and 16 fear wins!
i beat the surface with the same 8 fear loadout too! still trying to get a 16 fear surface win though.
is it just me or is the surface way more difficult than the underground path? for one, it's REALLY difficult to fight polyphemus on melee range, and there's also been very few occasions where ive been able to get through Eris without spending at least a few death defiances đ©
#raps talks#hades 2 spoilers#i think eris is the toughest boss tbh. she's SO fast and her damage gets insane so quickly!!#she's definitely tougher than even chronos imo#i realize im also playing at 16 fear with +40% speed and +100% dmg lmao but- comparatively i mean.#chronos was fairly easy to beat at 16 but eris kicked my ass twice
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Let's Talk About Pacing Our Fight Scenes.
For Fast-Paced Parts:
Short words with single syllables. Immediately > at once/ endeavour > try/ indicate > point at/ investigate > check out.
Short sentences, the shorter the better.
Partial sentences to blaze through multiple senses and actions within a few lines.
Short paragraphs
Lots of verbs.
Few adjectives and adverbs.
Cut down on -ing form of verbs, as it can make words longer
Use simple past tense
Avoid conjunctions and link words.
Avoid internal thought - your characters are irrational, ruthless and in the flow of pure action.
For Slow-Paced Parts:
Use medium/long sentences
the paragraphs are longer: three lines minimum
Include longer words with more syllables
Use adjectives and maybe a couple of adverbs.
Insert the thoughts of the PoV character.
Words for Action Scenes
act, alter, attack, avert, back, block, bang, bash, battle, beat, beg, belt, bend, best, bite, blacken, bleed, blind, blister, blow, blunt, boil, bolt, boot, bore, bow, box, brace, brag, brash, brawl, break, breathe, brush, buck, bulgde, burn, burst, cackle, call, can, carry, cart, carve, catch, check, chop, chuck, clack, clank, clap, clash, claw, clear, cleave, click, cliff, cling, clip, close, club, cock, coil, cold, collar, come, con, connect, corner, cost, count, counter, cover, cower, crack, crackle, cram, crash, crawl, creep, crinkle, cross, crouch, rush, cry, cuff, cull, cup, curl, curse, curve, cusp, cut, dart, dash, deepen, dig, deep, dip, ditch, drive, drop, duck, dump, ede, effect, erect, escape, exert, expect, feint, fight, fire fist, fit, flag, flare, flash, flick, fling, flip, flock, force, gash, gasp, get, gore, grab, grasp, grip, grope, group, hack, harden, heat, help, hit, hop, hurl, hurry, impale, jab, jar, jerk, join, jolt, jump, keep, kick, kill, knee, knock, knot, knuckle, leak, leap, let, lever, lick, lift, lock, loop, lop, plunge, mask, nick, nip, open, oppose, pace, pack, pain, pair, pale, palm, pan, pant, parry, part, pass, paste, pat, peak, peck, pelt, pick, pierce, pile, ping, piss, pit, pivot, plot, pluck, plug, plunge, ply, point, pool, pop, pose, pot, pound, pour, powder, pray, preen, prepare, prey, prick, prickle, print, probe, pry, pull, pulp, pulse, pump, punch, pursue, push, quarry, quarter, quest, race, raise, rake, ram, rap, rasp, rear, retreat, rip, riposte, rivert, roar, rock, roll, rope, round, rouse, run, rush, sap, scale, scalp, scan, score,scream, seek, seep, shake, shape, sharpen, shock, shoot, shop, slap, slap, slash, slice, slick, slip, slit, smash, snap, snare, snatch, snipe, sock, space, spar, spark, speed, spike, spill, spin, spit, splash, spoil, spring, spur, spurt, spy, squirm, stand, steert, step, stick, strap, strike, stuff, suck, support, swat, sweat, sweep, swingm tack, tag, take, target, taste, team, tear, tent, test, thrash, throw, thrust, thud, tick, tide, tilt, time, tire, top, toss, tower, toy, trap, trick, trigger, trip, triumph, trouble, trump, try, tuck, tug, twril, twitch, weaken, wet, whip, whirl, whirr, whoop, whoosh, whop, work, zap, zip.
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AlmightySuspect - ScatzFlow (Music Video)
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West Coast rapper Almighty Suspect has just dropped a brand new music video for his latest single, "Scatz Flow," and it's a banger. The track is an ode to his own greatness, as he goes crazy over a simple but dope beat, reminding everyone why he's one of the best in the game.
From the moment the beat drops, it's clear that "Scatz Flow" is going to be a high-energy track. The beat is infectious, with a simple but catchy melody that will have you nodding your head from start to finish. But it's Almighty Suspect's flow that really makes this track stand out.
He goes in hard, spitting bars about his skills, his wealth, and his status as a top-tier rapper. His flow is frenetic and intense, never letting up for a second as he raps about his come-up and his current success. It's clear that Almighty Suspect is feeling himself on this track, and he wants everyone to know it.
The music video for "Scatz Flow" is just as intense as the track itself. We see Almighty Suspect in various locations, rapping into the camera with a fierce intensity. The video is fast-paced and full of energy, perfectly capturing the vibe of the song.
Overall, "Scatz Flow" is a great addition to Almighty Suspect's discography. It's a track that showcases his skills as a rapper and his confidence as an artist. If you're a fan of West Coast rap, or just great music in general, you need to check out this track and its accompanying video.
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your imprint's on my soul || Cha Hyun-Su x Reader
summary: When Hyun-Su's monster shows up at your door, he teases you and implies that Hyun-Su wants more with you than what you've shared before so, when Hyun-Su wakes up, you decide to act on that.
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warnings & tags: canon-typical angst, fluff, smut, explicit consent, dry-humping, thigh-riding if you squint, handjob (male receiving), they're both virgins and are both painfully awkward, this is very soft tbh
first one-shot · previous one-shot
This one-shot can be read independently as there is nothing intense plot-wise that requires having read the other parts, but I do recommend reading them for context.
A/N: sooo, we've reached the first smutty installment for this series, though this feels so tame and so soft I don't even know if it deserves that name. It's what felt right to me for the development of their relationship and what I think makes sense for their characters! I hope you'll enjoy it!
Hyun-Su always knocks. It doesnât matter that youâve told him he didnât have to anymore, doesnât matter that youâve offered to give him a key. He still knocks, a soft rap against your door that youâve learned to recognize from anywhere you are in the house â itâs probably the first time ever that you are truly thankful for the terrible soundproofing in there. When Hyun-Su isnât there, you spend your time waiting to hear it again, whether consciously or not.
So when you hear something brutally hitting your door, the sound echoing through your silent house, it doesnât cross your mind that it could be him.
You stumble through the house to grab your bat, heart beating so fast itâs threatening to fall out of your chest. Whether itâs a monster or a desperate survivor trying to get in, you need to be ready to defend yourself.
Youâre slowly approaching the door when whoever â or whatever â is outside hits the door twice more.
âCâmon now, I havenât got all day.â
You still. You recognize the voice instantly, of course you do, but what you donât recognize is the tone, or even how loud it is, for that matter.
âHyun-Su?â you call out quietly.
Itâs not the smartest decision, because if itâs not him, it lets whateverâs out there know youâre here, but you canât see yourself leaving him outside.
âYou could say that,â the voice answers, and itâs still obviously Hyun-Su, and itâs still wrong, somehow.
But, after a couple seconds of further hesitation, you decide to open the door anyway. Youâve heard it before, that tone, you think, even if itâs blurry now. Plus, you cannot bear the thought of letting Hyun-Su out there, if it really is him. You tighten your hold on your bat, and carefully open the door.
The second you do, Hyun-Su walks in like he owns the place. It is so unlike him that you get ready to swing, but he spots you and grabs it from your hand easily, using his pull on it to get you closer to him, his other hand coming to your waist to stabilize you with a gentleness that contrasts with the abruptness of his movement. Once he does, he shoots you a grin that makes you knees weak, and, as his blue eyes stare straight into yours, you finally understand what is going on.
âAll that for me?â he asks, glancing at the bat.
You donât bother to answer him. You remember too well the state he was in last time you saw thisâ wellâ version of him, and your eyes run over his body, followed by your hands, checking for injuries. But while his sweater is in worst shape than usual, and you find blood that you think is fresh on there, his skin is intact under your fingers.
When you look into his eyes again, you find him staring at you, amused.
âYou can keep going,â he teases. Your face starts burning and you take a step back, embarrassed, but he follows right after you, eyes devouring you. âCome on, you know you want to. Why not just give in?â
Your back hits the wall, and he leans closer, like a cat playing with a mouse. The difference is, though your heart is hammering in your chest, you donât feel that scared. Nervous, sure, but there is no actual threat to his tone, or even to his attitude.
âIâm notâ Iâm not doing anything Hyun-Su wouldnât want,â you answer, and you somehow find it in yourself to lift your chin defiantly as you do.
Meeting this version of Hyun-Suâs eyes sends a rush of heat through you once again. Beneath the amusement, there is so much more. Fascination. Adoration, even.
He lets out a brief laugh at your words.
âPlease,â he practically purrs, âyou canât think that he doesnât want this.â You stare at him, and his grin widens. âMaybe you should ask him, then.â He leans closer to you, mouth so close to your ear you can feel his breath tickling your cheek. âAsk him what he thinks about when heâs alone at night.â Your cheeks are on fire. âAsk him what he thinks about when youâre lying in bed next to him.â Your breath catches in your throat. âAsk him what he thinks of doing to you.â
He laughs again, and Lord, you donât know how your legs havenât given up underneath you yet.
âCome back to me if he still doesnât have the guts to do anything,â he whispers in your ear. âFor now, I think weâll take a nap.â
Thatâs all the warning you get before he collapses into you and you can do nothing but slide down to the floor, holding Hyun-Suâs now unconscious body in your arms. You curse the monstrous part of him under your breath, but you know, deep down, that itâs less about that and more about the fact that heâs leaving you with your whole body practically vibrating with feelings and desires youâve been having more and more as of late.
Your relationship with Hyun-Su is good. Itâs great. It makes you happy, so much happier than you thought would ever be possible after the world ended.
But youâd be lying if you said there hasnât been aâ yearning, a longing for more. Something you havenât put precise words on, something that is almost fully new to you, because though you had fooled around with the boyfriend you briefly had at the beginning of college, the two of you had never gotten really far. You suspect itâs even more foreign to Hyun-Su.
You do know you have an effect on him, youâre not blind. You know how he can get when he loses himself in you, when he finally lets go of all the weight he carries on his shoulders. You, however, also know how embarrassed he gets when his body reacts to you in ways he canât fully control. Youâre just not sure heâs ready for taking the relationship further and, if youâre being honest, the fear of rejection has kept you from bringing up the subject.
Except that after this conversation, the monsterâs words are swirling in your mind, and you can no longer pretend that the desire that makes your pulse quicken isnât there.
Nowâs not the time for that, though. You do your best to carry Hyun-Su to the couch, something you doubt you could have done before the Apocalypse forced you to put on some muscle, cover him with a blanket, just in case, because his sweater is starting to have more holes than fabric, and sit by his side so his head rests on your lap. All thatâs left to do now, is to wait for him to wake up.
Itâs fine, though.
Youâre used to waiting for him.
Hyun-Su opens his eyes, and at first, he just feels warm and good and safe. For once in his life, nothing hurts. Your handâs in his hair, fingers brushing against his scalp pleasantly every now and then andâ
And he doesnât remember coming to your place or seeing you.
He jumps up, eyes surveying the apartment, which looks the same it always does, then you when he turns around. All he sees there is mild confusion.
âDid you have a bad dream?â you ask.
âDid you see him?â he asks in reply.
You frown for a second, before understanding passes on your face, and Hyun-Su feels the blood draining from his face.
Last time, the monster had been with you for a couple minutes, at most. This timeâŠ
He hadnât thought he would come here. Heâd been far away, when the group of humans had gotten attacked. Intervening had been the right thing to do, heâd thought â until heâd started getting shot at. The words theyâd hurled at him, heâd all heard before, during a time of his life he wished he could forget. With his attention split between the monsters still trying to get past him on one side, and the arrows and bullets coming from the other side, the monster had managed to take over.
And maybe, just maybe, he hadnât fought it as hard as he should have.
He had never thought youâd get caught in the crossfire.
âIâm sorry,â he whispers. âAre youâ Are youââ
Hurt. Angry. Disgusted.
âIâm fine,â you answer him. You donât hesitate to reach out to gently touch his face, and your smile is so sincere itâs almost blinding. âNothing happened.â
He leans into your touch, unable to stop himself, and though he still feels the need to protest, it gets easier to believe you each time you reassure him you donât despise him.
âIt didnât do anything to you?â he asks, voice low and quiet.
You shake your head, but he canât miss the way you glance away briefly, avoiding his eyes at first.
âHe didnât hurt me,â you tell him, and he can tell itâs true, butâ
âWhat did it do?â Thereâs urgency in his voice, panic even. He grabs your arms to look into your eyes, the window to the soul, they say, but he cannot read into you, no matter how much he searches.
âNothing,â you say, but again, he can tell that thereâs more to it, and he doesnât let go, until you cave in. âHe just said something.â
âWhat did he say?â Hyun-Su presses on. Fear is invading his every bone, wrapping its vines around his heart and squeezing it.
âNothing important,â you insist, but it only makes him more desperate, because if you donât want to tell him, it must be something bad, must be something deep and dark and twisted, must be something that could make you hate him. When he doesnât let up, you sigh. âHe just said to ask you something.â
Hyun-Suâs mind goes quiet.
âAsk me what?â
His mouth is dry, his lips move painfully.
âJustâ He said, I should ask you what you want toâ to do to me.â
Itâs like a bomb just went off.
Hyun-Su lets go of you. It feels as if his whole face is burning. Shame and embarrassment overtake him, and suddenly he canât look at you anymore, just wants to run out the door, but his body is refusing to move. Heâs stuck in place like a rabbit in headlights.
âIâm sorry,â he says automatically, whipping his head in the other direction, since that all he can do.
âSo, you, um, you⊠are thinking about it?â you ask, your voice piercing straight through his heart.
âIâm sorry,â he repeats.
âNo, no, Iâm, uhââ
You grab his hand, scooting closer to him on the couch, until your knees touch his. And it grounds him. Slowly, reason starts to creep back up from under all the thoughts, and he hears the eagerness in your question.
âJ-just so weâre on the same page,â you say, as he slowly turns his head to look at you once more, âyouâre thinking about⊠having sex. With me.â
Itâs precious, how you lower your voice to say âsexâ, and then frown in annoyance at yourself. Hyun-Su still wants to tear his hand from yours, run away before you can tell him how much of a freak, of a monster you think he is. But he canât.
He thinks heâd rather you rip his heart out, as long as you do it with your bare hands, than to live without your touch ever again.
Slowly, he nods. His face and ears are tingling, and heâs sure heâs bright red by now.
âI shouldnât,â he mumbles. Youâve given him so much already. So much he hadnât dared to hope for in years. He shouldnât ask for even more. He doesnât deserve more.
But your hands tighten around his. Your mouth opens, closes, your tongue comes out to wet your lips as you hesitate and fidget nervously.
âNo, you, uh, you should,â you stutter before catching yourself, closing your eyes like you donât want to see whatâs in front of you before you take a leap of faith. âI meanâ I think about it. About you.â
A light buzz starts again in his ears.
âI didnât know,â you keep mumbling. âI mean, I wasnât sure that youââ Your gaze goes from his hand to the floor, everywhere so you donât have to look at him. âThat you wanted me. So Iâmâ Itâs, uh, itâs good to know.â
âI want you,â Hyun-Su blurts out without thinking, and of course then you look at him, with wide, pretty eyes, and if he wasnât blushing before, he sure is now. His face could burst into flames any second. âI hate that I canâtââ His eyes fall on your legs, with the dress youâre wearing riding up on your thighs. ââtouch you.â If he wasnât so scared, if he was braver⊠âI justâŠâ A whisper. âI donât want to hurt you.â
âYou wouldnât,â you say patiently. âI trust you.â
âBut I donât,â he mumbles, looking down at the floor. âYouâre soâ fragile. If I lost control for a secondâŠâ
He sees you hesitate. He expects you to tell him, again, that he wouldnât lose control, maybe that the monster inside him wouldnât hurt you. Thing is, you might be right, but it doesnât matter how unlikely it is. Thatâs not a risk he can take.
âOkay,â you say instead. âOkay. But what ifâ what if I was the one touching you?â
He almost wishes you hadnât said it, with how badly he immediately wants it.
âYou donât have to do that,â he says. His throat is dry. His whole body is aching for you.
âAnd if I want to?â You tilt your head, all pretty, and oh, how can he deny you anything?
âPlease,â he whispers.
Your lips part and your breath seems to stutter, before you lean in and kiss him, and itâs like heâs finally come home. It starts off soft, slow, no different from any kiss the two of you have shared in the past weeks. Your hand comes up to cup his face, thumb stroking his cheek.
Hyun-Su melts. He parts his lips to welcome in your tongue, lets you take the lead and set the pace for the kiss without thinking about it twice.
Then he feels you move. Itâs barely there at first, your hand thatâs not on his face coming to rest on his shoulder, and all that is known territory. Even if your fingers actually touch his skin there, because of the numerous holes in his clothing, he can handle that.
His eyes snap open again, though, when you move your leg over his so you can come sit in his lap, straddling him. You notice immediately.
âIs that okay? We can stopââ
âNo, Iââ
He doesnât want you to stop. He wants more with you, so bad, and though he would never say it out loud, heâs desperate for you to show him that youâre not disgusted in him. Every time you kiss him, every time you touch him, every time you take his hand and lead him in bed with you, he comes closer to truly believing it.
But, ah, with this last conversation, even if itâs not the first time heâs had you in his lap, he feelsâ heated. He can feel himself growing hard, and heâs still embarrassed at the thought that you can feel him. Despite what he said, his hands are on your waist, holding tight. He doesnât remember if he chose to do that.
After all, his desire for you aligns with what the monster wants so closely that heâsâ scared. Heâs so scared of losing control. But youâre looking at him so lovingly, and he wants you so bad⊠Can he be selfish? Just this once?
âDonât stop,â he almost begs, and seeing how eagerly you nod in reply is like an explosion of warmth in his chest.
Your lips crash against his again, harder, with more purpose. Your fingers card through his hair, and the feeling of your light pull on them goes straight to his core, more enjoyable than he thinks it should be, though heâs in no position to linger on it, not when the next thing you do is to experimentally roll your hips on top of him.
From your perspective, itâs a clumsy movement, one youâre unsure of. From his, itâs a rush of pure pleasure when you rub against his hard cock, one that makes him openly moan, his mouth falling open enough that he breaks the kiss. The second he realizes what kind of noise came out of him, he raises his hand to cover his mouth, cheeks turning crimson.
Heâs not daring to look at you, not at first anyway, until he feels your lips brushing against his fingers, pressing soft kisses against his hand.
âStill good?â you ask.
And he is, but heâs not trusting his voice all that much for now, so he just nods. A smile dances on your lips as you kiss down his jaw.
âAlso,â you add, âIâm notâ I donât have muchâ experience, in all, uh, that. So you shouldâ you should let me know. What feels good. What doesnât.â
âThat felt good,â he admits quietly, and your smile turns into a grin against his skin.
âI could tell.â
What you donât say is how hot you found both the sound and the thought that you could affect him like that, how badly you want to press your legs together so you can alleviate the ache youâre feeling down there, how youâre worried you actually want him even more than he wants you.
Instead of saying all that â it would make you feel so naked and so vulnerable, and disarm you completely, which doesnât seem like a good idea for now â, you start trailing your kisses down his neck. Thereâs one spot there that makes him whimper, more discreetly than before, but you latch onto it all the same, tongue coming out to flick against the skin, pulling on it softly between your teeth. He writhes and whines under you, and when his cock rubs against you just right, you gasp against him.
Youâre delighted to see reddish skin when you pull away. Heâll heal, and there will be no trace of it by morning, but thereâs something satisfying about it â and the glassy look he gives you, lips swollen and parted, hair a mess on the back of the couch, with that proud mark right above his collarbone⊠is purely sinful.
Your fingers hook in his hoodie.
âCan I?â you ask.
Heâd go to the moon and back for you.
He nods.
You pull it over his head, struggle a little when it gets caught in his hair, then manage to pull him free and kiss him again with a giggle. Itâs sweet. Youâre still wearing your dress, but itâs the first time he feels your hands directly on his skin all the same, and even if his bodyâs burning up, your touch sets him ablaze.
You explore his body with hungry eyes and hands, follow the shape of his pectorals, then move down to his abs. You trace the muscles, slowly, and as you move down, closer to his crotch, he can no longer suppress a shiver. You still for a second, and he watches you with wide eyes, waiting for you to keep moving, so badly wanting you to keep going. Finally, your fingers brush against the button of his jeans. Silently, meeting his eyes, you ask for his permission. He swallows, nods again.
Heâs nervous, almost painfully so, but he notices that your fingers are shaking as you have to try three times to get it open, and it reassures him, in some ways. It reminds him that, for all the issues he has, this is new for the both of you. There are no expectations to meet, just the two of you discovering, together, what works for you.
Once the button isnât in the way, you, very carefully, move your hand under his jeans, but over his boxers. The second he feels your hand hesitantly closing over his cock, even through the fabric, he throws his head back, trying his best not to moan again and only half-succeeding.
You watch his reactions closely as you keep touching him, slipping your hand under the boxers after a few seconds. This time he does moan, a high-pitched noise that you take to mean youâre doing something right â even if you have no idea what youâre doing. How tight should your grip be? How fast should you move? Should you be saying something? Should he be saying something?
His cock is rock hard between your fingers, harder than youâd have expected; larger, too. It seems to have been that way for a while, maybe since youâve started kissing, based on how wet with precum it is. You tighten your grip around it a little, then slide your hand down, slowly, down to the base. He moans again, and you feel him twitch between your fingers.
âUm,â you mumble, âI, uh, I donât really knowâ is thatâ is there anything I shouldââ
Hyun-Suâs looks up at you, flushed and panting. One of his hands comes to your thigh, and now youâre the one shivering under his touch. You donât think he even notices though. Youâre dripping wet yourself, but for now you just want to make him feel good. If things go well, if he stays open to this sort of things, thereâll be plenty of time to deal with that⊠later. At the moment, all you want is to show him that pleasure doesnât have to lead to anything negative.
âJ-just, keep going,â he mumbles. âYou can, ah, you can go a little faster, if youâŠâ
The rest of his words gets lost in the next moan as you follow his advice, moving your hand up and down his cock, the wetness helping the movement. Despite yourself, you rock your hips against his leg, the pressure of it between your legs feeling so delicious, you canât deny it to yourself at the moment.
Under you, Hyun-Su is lost in pleasure. Your rhythm is hesitant, youâre not holding him quite as tight as heâd like, but oh, your hand is soft and gentle, and it still feels so much better than his own. The fact that youâre all pressed against him, your breath against his neck, your scent filling him, itâs all much more than what he had imagined â because, yes, in shameful moments, heâd pictured this kind of scenes, but they had never felt as good, pleasure running through his veins and flooding his body.
Any time he indulged in them, though, he came faster than usual, and now, with the real thing, he realizes too late how quickly he is approaching his climax.
âWait,â he hears himself mumble, âIâllââ
But heâs already coming, and the strength of the orgasm leaves him breathless as he humps against your hand, trying to make it last longer.
âOh,â is all you comment, and even through the haze, embarrassment spreads through him as he realizes that thereâs cum on your hand and on his stomach. At least he cannot turn any redder now.
âSorry,â Â he mumbles, âsorry, Iââ
âNo, Iâ I thought that was pretty hot, actually,â you say, giving him a smile, and thank fuck youâve taken his hand off him, because he wouldnât want to have to explain why thatâs making him twitch again. âIâll justâ you probably want to get cleaned up.â
âIâmâ Yeah, butââ He glances down at your body. He felt you rocking against him earlier, even if he wasnât exactly in the right mind to say something about it. âDonât youâ Donât you want to, uhâŠâ
âAh, Iâm fine, I justâ I just wanted to make you feel good for now.â
And just as he thought his heart rate might go back to normal at some point, there it is, spiking again.
âWe can do thatâ some other time. If youâd like to.â
There is nothing he wouldnât give to you.
âI would. I would like that.â
Your smile is a promise for more, your kiss is sweet, and for the first time in forever, Hyun-Su forgets about the monster.
Heâs in your arms, and itâs all that matters.
iâve been trying to figure out what to put here. i already feel like iâm kinda begging for comment on my posts, which i donât like doing, but i figured iâd try to explain at least once what iâve been feeling lately â plus i'm starting a new job on Monday and i don't know how much time i'll have to write after that. truth is, the lack of interactions iâve been getting on here, on these stories, has been kind of depressing to me. i know people are reading them, considering the amount of notes, and itâs hard not to question whether itâs my writing thatâs not good enough to make people want to leave a comment, or if it's just how fandom is now and in that case it just might not be for me anymore. i mean, i write for myself first, but i post because i want to share with others, i want to see their reactions, know how my writing makes them feel⊠and lately it just feels like iâm screaming in the void and nothing else. itâs been hard to stay motivated honestly. so, yeah. you donât have to leave a comment, especially if you didnât like it, i get it, iâm not trying to guilt-trip you. i just. feel the need to explain this at least once, in case it changes someoneâs mind, and if it doesn't, i'll know i tried. if you've ever commented, reblogged with tags, sent an ask, know that i'm so thankful for you and you truly keep me going.
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dating him | seo changbin
â everyone pay attentionâŠ. i love my girlfriend â
chan | lee know | CHANGBIN | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin
okay hear me out
hear me out âŠ..
seo changbin biggest kisser đđđ
i can just imagine him kissing u all the time
every chance he gets
forehead, chin, neck, cheeks, forehead, lips, WHEREVER.
nowhere is safe
he just thinks u are so beautiful
also just a hunch but he probably is a big thigh kisser i feel like he loves thighs !!!!!
have fun thinking about that
changbin is giving me best friends to lovers type beat
either that or strangers to lovers with a miscommunication twist
picture him accidentally getting ur food order cos u got the exact same thing
and the waiterâs like .. âare u (name)?â
heâs confused at first bc huh no iâm changbin
and then u come over
AND NOW HE IS SO EMBARRASSED
this is embarrassing
this had to happen to him in front of a pretty girl ⊠you ⊠why
thatâs the beginning of ur love story
wait i just suddenly thought of something
OK SO hereâs an alternative meet cute
you
wellâŠ
you canât park for the life of u
and heâs next in line to u
so he helps u đđđ
like gets out of his car and parks it for u
u offer coffee as thank you
who was he to say no
ANYWAYS fast forward to the present
i feel like ur dates are either dinner cruises or dollar dates
like either extremely expensive
or cute, fun, and cheap
it depends on his mood or the event
he loves spoiling u tho
mention one thing u want and he probably already bought it for u
he just knows u that well
either that or heâs rushing to buy it immediately
OKAY NOW
here are some of the things he does for u
changbin special #1 â> opens all ur jars for u
having a hard time opening ur bottle of water? no worries
changbin to the rescue
want a pickle out of that jar? heâs already grabbing it and opening it for u
u will never touch a jar in ur life anymore
changbin special #2 â> shares his food w u
i feel like food can be one of his love languages
he just wants to be sure uâre eating well and good when youâre with him
PLUS i just watched their interview where the members say he doesnât share
but with you he does ok !!!!! with u he does
heâd share anything with u đ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č
changbin special #3 â> âsaw this and thought of uâ text messages
and itâs the cutest things ever
or the most random things
no in between
itâs a coin on the floor or a little squirrel
speaking of texts
heâs the type to spam u with cute messages and emojis
i miss you baby đ„°đ„°đ„°đđđđđđđđ©·â€ïžâ€ïžđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ„°đđ„°đ„”
changbin special #4 â> piggyback rides
u will never ever have to worry about being tired bc changbin is there to the rescue
he loves it too bc he gets to have u close and he can also hold ur thighs
changbin thigh obsession agenda
he loves running with u behind him
honestly i can def see him as playful at times
but not too fast
he couldnât risk making u fall
one time it happened and he doesnât think he could ever forgive himself after seeing the TINIEST scar on ur knee
cleans it up for you and everything
moving on
now here are some of his favorite things to do WITH you
he loves when u guys r just chilling and he has u on his lap
if he could, he would keep u there 24/7
would be the type to pull u on his lap during movie night with the boys
EVEN THO THE COUCH ISNâT EVEN FULL
cue playful vomit noises by the boys
he couldnât care less
at the end of the day, itâs HIM who has YOU on his LAP
so whoâs rly winning
he also loves doing chores to ur favorite songs
mini dance breaks in between
heâd use the broom as his mic
now you have a personal concert from the boy
loves doing girly pop songs
yes heâs singing that boy is mine by ariana grande
yes heâs also doing the tiktok choreography
and YES HEâS ABSOLUTELY EATING IT UP
yes btw, he would film tiktoks with u
youâd send him a like and heâs just down every single time
youâd even catch him trying to memorize the choreo on his free time
u know that yeah glo tiktok .. yup heâs rapping
just ANYTHING with u
and ofc how could i ever leave out gym dates
the first time u accepted to go to the gym with him, he was convinced he could die right there
he would die a happy man
heâs happy uâre sharing his passion w him
(even more if u arenât rly a gym person before him so he appreciates it even more)
HEART EYES when he sees u in ur gym fit
buys u everything
all the outfits and whatever u need
becomes protective at the gym
but he does everything for u
cleans the equipment before u use it
spots for u and things like that
anything for u
princess treatment fr
side eye at the guys looking at u
u would suddenly feel a figure behind u
donât worry, itâs just changbin trying to show everyone that heâs the lucky guy that got u
heâs quite ltrly ur watermark
he also loves that cliche push up thing where uâre underneath him and he kisses u everytime he goes down
oh did i tell u he has one of those âi â€ïž my gfâ shirts
and he LOVES wearing them in public
heâs so cheeky with it
hmmmmm what else
OH he rly enjoys making silly faces at each other from across the room
he always makes u laugh
and smthn i see happening is him trying to do legos with u but he rage quits
changbin also gives me healthy communicator
but like
u have to give him a bit of space first
he can get angry so the moment he does, he asks u for a moment
cos i feel that heâs easy to upset
when heâs sure he wonât take it out on u
and when heâs sure heâs a bit more level headed
heâll ask if u two can finally talk abt it
good job changbin
anyways
at the end of the day
the boys are sick of u two
they know everything about u
PLUS he always has a stupid smile on his face whenever he talks about u
I LOVE LOVE !!!!!
note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me iâm crazy
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Envelop Me
Summary: Messmer begins to worry when he realizes he hasn't seen you at all today. Rushing to your chambers, he realizes that you're just on your period and need some comfort.
Spoilers for Elden Ring and Shadow of the Erdtree. No warnings, per usual. Just my boi being soft and caring for a fem! reader on her period.
Messmer lovers, I've brought an appetizer!
This fic was requested by anonymous! The request was, "Consider: Messmer x reader on their period, he's like a very large heat pack". GENIUS IDEA. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you like it :D
My requests are indeed open! I'm going to get started on my next request as soon as I post this, so be on the lookout for a new fic in the next few days.
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Messmer was beginning to worry about you. Half the day had passed already and he hadnât seen you out of your chambers. Normally, youâd make your way to him soon after youâd finished breakfast. Even if you planned on spending the day pouring over documents and books in his storehouse, youâd pay him a visit before departing. This was unusual behavior for you. Had he done something to upset you? Did you fall ill overnight? Surely not the latter; his servants would inform him right away of your state and would have taken you to the infirmary.
He decided that he couldnât sit and wait on his throne for you anymore. He would come to your chambers himself and see what was preventing you from visiting him. Quickly making his way out of his dark chamber, he startles the Fire Knights standing guard outside his door. Taking the steps down two at a time and rushing through the hallways towards your quarters, he notices one of your usual servants standing worried outside your door. Noticing his presence, she bows and steps aside for him to enter.
âHas she come out of her chambers today?â Messmer tries to keep his voice even despite the uncertainty coursing through his veins like fire.
She shakes her head. âNo, my Lord. I brought breakfast to her, per usual, and she only ate a little. I asked if she required assistance getting dressed, but she dismissed me and told me she wished to spend the day in bed.â
âAnd why was this not reported to me?â His eye narrows and the servant shrinks into herself. She looks like she wishes she could dissipate into thin air.
âSincerest apologies, my Lord. I figured she simply wished to remain alone today. I asked if she was feeling ill, and she said that she was just very tired.â
He sighs. Sometimes, you would prefer to stay in bed all day, but you would come to Messmerâs chambers and you two would laze around together. He cannot recall a time where you would prefer to be alone.Â
He sighs. âI understand. I will see what bothers her so.â
The servant bows and scurries off, leaving him alone before your door. Never before has he been so afraid to see you. With shaking hands, he raps on your door three times. He hears a faint shuffling of sheets coming from within the room.
âYes?â He takes immense comfort in the fact that you are responding.
âBeloved, may I come in? I wish to see thee.â
He hears your voice quiver. âI am afraid I donât feel very well today. Iâm not sure I would make good company, My Lord.âÂ
âWhatever is the matter? Dost thou require a healer?â His snakes wrap themselves tighter around his frame, also worried for your wellbeing. They nose at your door, eager to see you.
âNo, my love. Iâm okay.â Your words come out strained, and his anxiety increases tenfold.
âI wish to see thee with my own eyes to ensure thy good health. Please, my beloved.â He would get on his knees and beg for you to let him in if he had to. He would do anything to know you were alright.
There is a beat of silence before you respond. âCome in.â
He opens the door so fast he almost twists the door off its hinges. He enters swiftly and closes the door, striding over to your side in hurried steps that echo off the marble floors. Messmerâs snakes incline themselves forward and it almost seems like theyâre racing him to get to you first. When he arrives at your bedside, the sight he sees makes his heart drop.
You are wrapped in your sheets and comforter with sweat adorning your forehead. You wince in pain and he notices that you are curled in on yourself. You look at him with tired eyes and give him a small smile. His snakes flick their tongues into the air and they taste a hint of blood. Your blood. Messmer erupts in fury and his mind races a mile a minute. His serpents coil and hiss, looking around the room wildly for your attacker.
âWhat has happened? Who hast dared to hurt thee?!â He roars, summoning his spear. âTell me now, beloved, and I will ensure they never cause thee pain again.â His voice bounces off the walls of your chamber and he is sure the entire keep can hear him, but he cannot bring himself to care.
You reach weakly for his hand and he immediately takes it, clutching it tightly. You feel the heat radiating off of him. You know you need to calm him down, and soon, lest he burn your favorite blanket to ash.
âNo one has hurt me, my love. Iâm alright.â
âMy serpents smelled thy blood in the air. Who hast hurt thee so?âÂ
âMessmer, Iâm on my period. Nobody hurt me.â You wince in pain once again.
He canât believe he didnât realize that sooner. In his defense, he thought someone had hurt his sweet consort.
âI see.â He gingerly sits down on the bed beside your crumpled form, still holding your hand. âI apologize if I frightened thee.âÂ
âItâs okay.â You squeeze his hand in reassurance. âYou⊠do know what a period is, yes?â
He raises his brow. âThou thinkest me a child?â
âNo, not at all, I just didnât know. Iâm sorry.â
Suddenly, lightning licks up your spine and radiates throughout your back. You curl in on yourself tighter and breathe heavily.
Messmerâs eye flicks wildly over your covered body. âWhat wouldst thou have me do? I refuse to stand idly by while thou suffers.â
âCan you come lay with me, please? I just want you to hold me.â Your sweet request has his heart fluttering in his chest.
Wordlessly, he walks over to the other side of the large bed and climbs in. He doesnât want to ask you to move when you are clearly in so much pain. He shuffles over to you and pulls the blanket up to cover you both. He hovers next to you, unsure of how to hold you. Heâs terrified of hurting you on accident.
You roll over and scoot closer to him, your body protesting the sudden movement. You lay your head on his chest and try to get comfortable on your side.
âHow dost thou feel now?â He strokes your hair tentatively.
âA little better.â You continue to shift against him.
He sighs and tilts your chin up so you meet his gaze. Itâs loving and tender. âWouldst thou be comfortable laying on top of me?â
âI think so.â
He gently lifts your body until you are completely sprawled out on top of him on your stomach with your head in the middle of his chest. He places a large hand on your back and you feel immediate relief. Between the warmth of his body pressed against yours and his hand on your back, your muscles slowly begin to relax.
âYouâre so warmâŠâ You mumble into his chest.
âDost thou require me to move? Have I made thee too warm?â His voice is laced with concern.
âNo. It feels wonderful.â You nuzzle your head into him and sigh, content. He smiles and places a light kiss to the top of your head. His serpents nip at the blanket and pull it over you, then carefully wind over your shoulders and lie down.
âWhy didst thou not send for me?â He traces small circles into your lower back. âI grew worried at your absence.â
âIâm sorry. I just felt like I wouldnât be good company like this.â
âSo thou would rather toil in isolation?â
âThatâs very funny coming from you, my love.â
He rolls his eye. âPerhaps I am not the best example to live by when one is in such pain, but I wish to be of comfort, just as thou has been for me. I wish to care for thee, my beloved.â
You lean your head up to look at him and press a kiss to his lips. His cheeks redden from the simple gesture, as they always do. âYou care for me plenty.â
âI am glad thou thinkest so.â
You shake your head and smile at him. âI know so. I refuse to hear anymore doubts from you.â
âThouârt demanding indeed, but I shall not stand against thy wishes, my Lady.â
You chuckle at him. âI also refuse to get up for another few hours.â
âBeing late for dinner does not sound like thee.â
Your stomach grumbles at the mention of dinner, and Messmer laughs.Â
âHow much of the day did I spend wallowing away in misery?â
âAbout half. Dinner is not far away.â
âGood. Iâm starving.â
A comfortable silence encompasses you both and all you can hear are your shared breaths. Messmer lazily flicks his wrist and your fireplace sparks to life. The flames hum and sway side-to-side, dancing. The black tendrils delicately wind their way up and around the flame in almost hypnotizing movements. Youâve always found Messmerâs fire to be beautiful.
You could stay here forever, wrapped in silk sheets and cozy blankets with your lover. His dominant hand caresses your back with feather-light touches and it lulls you into a drowsy haze. Your eyes flutter shut.
âMessmer?â Your voice is serene and quiet.
âYes, beloved?â
âDo you think we could have dinner in bed? I donât want to get up.â
He laughs genuinely, a sound youâve grown to love. It makes you smile to see him happy and carefree. âThat sounds like a wonderful idea.â
âYou might have to wake me.â
âThough it pains me to disturb thy slumber, I shall, just for thee. Now, rest.â He brings his other hand to your hair and runs his nails across your scalp, making you shiver and relax even further into him.
âYou spoil me.âÂ
âI know.â
There is nothing he wouldnât do for you.
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Terms & Conditions | Chapter 2
Pairing: Min Yoongi x female reader
Summary: Managing Min Yoongi as one of your encoders during his alternative military service shouldâve been simple. He is quiet, punctualâand can apparently type as fast as he can rap! Not to mention the fact that he is easy on the eyes and keeps wanting to help you. Youâve signed an iron-clad NDA, detailing the full terms and conditions of his temporary employment, so youâre supposed to keep things professional, but what happens if neither of you wants to?
Genre: Fluff, eventual smut, co-workers to lovers, office romance, idol!au
Warnings: Purely speculative regarding Yoongiâs alternative military service and how this is really done in SK, I might include scootergate in a future chapter but please know it will be written sensibly imo and with so much love for our Yoongi (I just wanna protecc him at all costs even thru this silly story!), some cursing, boss/employee relationship sorta but there's no power play involved, reader and Yoongi are within the same age range, tbh still nothing too bad in this chapter
Word count:Â 4k (approx. 18 mins to read)
Posting date:Â October 15, 2024
Notes: Wow this next update came very early. Really loving writing this couple so much. Btw, winner of this poll is written in and will be appearing in succeeding chapters. Enjoy~
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Masterlist
Itâs not like youâll miss him (youâve told yourself that repeatedly)âthereâs just something in the atmosphere that feels off today, is all.
The truth? It was just you. Everyone else is counting down the seconds, ready to bail and do whatever gets them through the weekend. But you? You wanna stretch the day out a bit more, if it means spending a little more time with him.
You received an email from Hyun-woo earlier, informing you that Yoongi is leaving for his two-week basic training camp. The news dropped into your inbox like a stone, and ever since, a funny weight has settled in your stomach, refusing to budge.
By 5 p.m., the office has thinned out. The soft hum of the a/c is the only sound left in the room. Youâre absently adjusting the tiny plant on your desk when you notice him hovering nearby, one hand awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, the other stuffed into his pocket.Â
âSo, um, Iâll be gone for a bit,â he mumbles, voice low and a tad raspy. His eyes flick to yours, just for a second, before darting away again. He pokes at the leaves of your plant, as if it suddenly piqued his interest.
âI know,â you reply with a playful pout, trying to keep things light. âYouâre just abandoning me here with all this work, huh?â
A tiny smile quirks up the corner of his lips, but something in it feels distant, like heâs keeping some emotions at bay. âYeah, sorry. Youâll survive, though.â
âI will.â You look away with mischief on your lips, clicking X on some of the windows in your computer. âBesides, I hear Jeon Jungkookâyou know him, right?âis dying for a transfer here. I might just say yes.â
His eyes narrow slightly, and you catch the quick flare of somethingâannoyance, maybe?âbefore he huffs out a breath. His mouth curls into a half-snarl, half-smirk. âWow. The body isnât even buried yet.â
Youâd laugh, but the sight of him pushing his tense fingers through his hair as his tongue skirts the edge of his bottom lip apparently has your pussy on speed dial. Why is that single action so goddamn sexy? You blink, quickly shaking the thought from your mind before it escalates.
âIâm just playing,â you mutter, leaning back in your chair to put some distance between your thoughts and his presence. âYou take care of yourself, loser.â
He hesitates for a beat, his fingers resting on the edge of your mouse pad, close enough to yours. Thereâs something happening, curious and charged, but before you can make sense of it, he bites his lip and nods.
And, of course, he says the one thing you promised yourself you would do anyway. âDonât miss me too much.â
Your heart skips a beat, but your lips form a straight line, pretending you didnât feel it. âI wonât.â The words come out too quickly, too light, as if youâre trying to convince yourself more than him.
The door closes softly behind him, but the space feels bigger, emptier without him there. You sit back, staring at the spot where he stood moments ago. The quiet settles in, heavier than before, and you canât help but notice how different the room feels already.
Itâs fine. Youâll barely notice heâs gone.
Except⊠you do notice.
The first few days pass in a blur of silence and monotony. Your office feels out of sorts without him, like somethingâs missing. His desk remains untouched, where he orphaned a pair of Galaxy earbuds and a relatively normal-sized black tumbler compared to yours.
You tell yourself itâs just the routine thatâs offâthatâs all. But then you find yourself thinking about the way his mouth always hangs open when heâs concentrating, or how the other day he tripped over the trash can that the cleaning lady keeps moving around and suddenly you have this goofy smile on your face.
The next Monday, you catch yourself looking at the door, waiting for the familiar sound of him coming in, and the realization burns you like the cheap-ass Tequila you had in college: you do miss him.
You groan internally, pressing your fingers to your temples. Great. Just great.
Actually, not great. This is fucking bad. Like violating a multi-million-won NDA bad.
You gotta keep this unspeakable thing locked airtight in the recesses of your brain. Your Youtube and Naver browsing history will definitely betray you so you need to clear that shit A-SAP. Chae will never out you, but you might want to have another convo just for your peace of mind. And finally, you need to put a stop to the friendly-flirty thing you have going on with Yoongi. You had your fun, but itâs time to stop.
Of course thatâs easier said than done. Not when two weeks was up, the sight of Yoongi made you almost drop to your goddamn knees.
You didnât recognize him at first. His hair is gone. Well, mostly. The buzz cut threw you off. So did the round metal-rim glasses. You blink, trying to process the change, but your brain has officially malfunctioned.Â
Is this really him? You verify through the name patch on his shirt. Min Yoongi. Daegu. It read. It really is him, and you are no longer yourself.
âHey,â he says with a small grin as he approaches you.
âHello,â you manage, eyes fixed on him, still. The glasses. The buzz cut. Shit. He looks ridiculously cute.
Yoongi drops something on your deskâa small bag. You glance at it, then at him, but heâs already walking away, back to his desk like nothing happened.
Tangerines. Itâs a bag of tangerines. Maybe 7 of them.
Your chest tightens in the strangest way. You know tangerines are his favorite fruit as he shared during one of your coffee breaks, but the fact that he brought them for you as he returned from bootcamp? Why does it feel so⊠personal?
You really want to keep your distance and protect yourself, but this man acts like an angel and looks just like heavenâso you donât stand a chance at all. Youâre going straight to hell. Or jail.
Later that evening, you practically burst through your apartment door, your mind still reeling from the sight of Yoongi with that stupidly cute hair cut. Chae is already in the kitchen, humming as she slices what looks like gimbap.
One look at you, and her eyes narrow with curiosity. âWhatâs up with you? You look manic.â
You toss your bag down and place the bag of fruit on the counter before you flop onto the couch. âHeâs back.â
âWho?â
âYou know who,â you groan, burying your face in a pillow. âYoongi.â
Chae immediately perks up, abandoning the knife to focus on your conversation. âOh? How is he?â
You point to the citrus. âThose are from him, by the way.â
âWait, whaâaww his favorite and he brought you some? And he got you seven? Oh my godâŠâ Chae swoons as she rummages through the plastic, picking up one of the plush oranges to sniff it.
âHowâd you know it's his fave? And so what if itâs 7?â
Chae places the fruit back in the plastic and exhales dramatically as if she was exasperated by your questions.
âEvery self-respecting ARMY knows about Yoongiâs tangerines obsession. And thereâs seven of them in BTS,â Chae explains pointedly, before crossing her arms. âBabe, if youâre going to be his girlfriend, you gotta know these things.â
âFuck off,â you roll your eyes and lie back on the cushions so sheâs out of sight.
âWaitâŠâ she says, rounding the kitchen island to lean over the couch by your feet. âSo Yoongiâs back. Why do you look a little⊠unhinged?â
âOk,â you start, leaning forward and resting your weight on your elbows. âHe came back with a buzz cut. And glasses. Like, really cute glasses, Chae. Granted itâs the same ones those fuckbois in Hongdae always wore. But he looked⊠ugh, I donât even know how to explain it. Like it suits him. Itâs so nerdy, but⊠sexy. His face is so likeâŠâ You drop your head back down on the pillow and sigh.
She shakes her head. âYou got it bad, bro.â
You sit up again, glaring at her, but itâs useless. âFine. Okay, fine. I have a crush. Happy now?â
Chae cackles, going back to her chopping board with way too much enthusiasm. âI knew it! Youâve been soft for him since day one.â
You groan, rubbing your temples. âI donât know what to do about it. Heâs my co-worker.â
âAnd?â
âAnd heâs a goddamn idol. Plus, I signed that NDA.â
Before Chae could even react, your words continue to spill out from the leaky bucket that was your brain.
âBut like, Chae, he got me a whole bag of tangerines. The fuck is that? And he made me a latteâsaid he made too much by mistake, but I know the machine, thereâs literally only one setting. And thereâs this look. And when he smiles. Like, I donât know, likeâŠâ Hell, you can't get more words out, because you know you legitimately sound insane. Is Min Yoongi, rapper, producer, billionaire, actually giving you the time of day?
Chae nods, completely unbothered by your spiraling as she chops the kimchi on the board. âUh-huh. So, whenâs the wedding?â
âNot helpful!â you groan, throwing yourself back down onto the couch and covering your face with the throw blanket. You know sheâs teasing, but itâs starting to feel too real.
âLook,â you hear her muffled voice from under the cloth. âI'm honestly super jealous right now, don't get it twisted. But I'm really, really excited for you. And not just because he is my bias wrecker, but because you haven't been excited over a guy in like forever.â
You stay mum as you process her words.
âDo you want my advice?â
âYes.â You pull the blanket away and sit up to look at her.
âLet the chips fall where they mayâŠâ she declares as she sprinkles sesame seeds on the gimbap with a flourish.
âThat's vague as hell.â
âListen, you are a smart, capable, smokeshow of a woman. You've got very weird cardigans, but thank god you wear a uniform.â
âRude?!â
âIt seems that he wants at the very least a friendship with you, so just have fun with it,â Chae winks, her voice taking on a teasing tone. âYouâll know when to make a move.â
You stare at her, feeling your face heat up. âOho Iâm not making a move. Iâm just⊠acknowledging the fact that I might be into him.â
She laughs, her spoon waving in the air. âAight. Good luck with that, then.â
The steady click of your keyboard echoes through the dimly lit office, the glow from your screen casting long shadows on the walls. It is well past 9 p.m. and the office is virtually empty. You are deep into your report, fingers flying over the keys, when the door to your office opens.
You startle but not by much, removing your earphones that were filtering lo-fi music that usually helped with your concentration.Â
Your visitor leans against the doorway, sharp eyes lingering on you. Work uniform gone, he sports a branded black shirt and black pants, a gray beanie hiding the fuzz you have been obsessed with for days.
âStill at it?â he asks.
âYeah. Told you I was gonna try to get this done after hours,â you say, flashing him a tired smile. âThought you left.â
He seems about to say something, but he pauses, glancing around the room before his gaze settles on his desk. He moves toward it, clearing his throat.
âAh, yeah. I did,â he says, his voice casual, almost too casual. âBut then I realized I forgot my earbuds.â
He plucks the pod case from the table, holding it up with a little shrug. âCouldnât exactly leave without these, right?â
You narrow your eyes at him, one eyebrow raised. âDidnât you leave those here for, like, two weeks when you were at bootcamp?â
Yoongiâs grin flickersâjust for a secondâbut then itâs back in place, lazy and effortless. âMustâve missed them this time.â He slides into a chair beside you, settling in like he has no intention of leaving.
Curious. Very curious. He is not about to waste his Friday night to be in this office with you. Or is he?
âSo I have an idea that might make tonight more⊠interesting.â He declares, setting his bag down against your desk.
Before you can ask what he meant, he stands up and disappears out the door. A few minutes later, he returns, a mischievous glint in his eye and a bottle of wine clutched in his hand.Â
You sit up straighter, eyes wide. âYoongi, where the hell did you get that?â
âHyun-wooâs stash.â His grin was impish as he set the bottle down between you. âHe gave me keys to his office.â
âI donât think he gave it to you for this purpose,â You gape at him, disbelieving. âYouâre going to get us in so much trouble.â
He shrugs, looking entirely unfazed. âItâs after hours. Nobodyâs around. BesidesâŠâ He glances towards the CCTV camera in the corner, then reaches for a small box on top of the filing cabinet and slides it in front of the cameraâs view. âOops.â
You canât help but laugh at his boldness, shaking your head. âYou know I signed an NDA about working with you, and now youâve got me breaking the code of conduct? Youâre trouble, Min Yoongi.â
Yoongi beams as he twists the cap off the bottle. âYet here you are enabling me.â
You raise an eyebrow, snatching the bottle from his hand and taking a sip. The wine was surprisingly decent for something hidden away in an office drawer. Some fruity red that went smoothly down your throat. As you pass the bottle back to him, you fish through your desk drawer, pulling out a bag of cheese crackers and mini pretzels.
âSee, enabler,â Yoongi remarked, gulping from the bottle before shoving a piece of pretzel in his mouth.
âYour tshirt says youâre the âmastermindâ though,â you point out.
He glances down on the print of his shirt and nods, âThat I amâ before he presents you the gummiest smile youâve ever seen.
You fall into an easy relay after that, taking turns with the wine bottle while you continue to type away your report. Meanwhile he takes out his laptop and perches it on the side of your desk so he can work beside you on what seems like a personal project, perhaps a song. But you canât ask because the NDA states you are not allowed to ask him anything about BTS or his music career.
âHowâs the deck coming along?â Yoongi asks after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
âIâve got the wireframe done. Just need to fill in the details.â You glance at his screen. âYou seem busy.â
âYeah, Iâm reviewing materials for a documentary about the last tour,â he says, letting out a long sigh as he slouches further into his chair.
You hum in response, biting your lip, holding back the questions dancing on your tongue. NDA, remember.
He must notice your hesitation, because he waves his hand dismissively. âI know the contract says youâre not supposed to ask about music, but itâs cool. You can ask.â
Before you can second-guess yourself, you blurt out, âDo you miss it?â
Yoongi turns his head slightly, meeting your eyes. You clarify, quieter now, âMaking music. Being with the others.â
He doesnât answer right away, picking at his lip. Thereâs a pause, long enough that you almost regret asking.
âYes,â he finally says, voice low. âAnd no.â
You wait, sensing thereâs more.
âYes, because itâs music,â he continues, leaning back. âItâs what Iâve done my whole life. Itâs where I feel⊠alive, you know? Like everything clicks into place when Iâm creating. Itâs hard to explain, but when Iâm in it, everything makes sense.â
His words pull at something in youâthe way his voice changes when he talks about it, that quiet intensity he wears so well. But then he looks down, fingers tracing the cork of the wine bottle.
âBut no, too,â he says, softer. âThis is the first time in years Iâve been able to step back. To just be⊠normal.â He glances up, a small grin touching his lips, the kind that never quite reaches his eyes. âItâs weird, right? But itâs freeing.â
Youâve never been an idol, but you can imagine the pressure of always being watched. You tilt your head, curious. âFreeing how?â
He shrugs, eyes drifting to the ceiling. âI get to slow down. Figure out parts of me I didnât have time for before. Meet new people. Like you.â The way he says it is casual, but your heart does a little cartwheel.
âIâm not locked in the same cycleâtouring, writing, performing. I love it, but sometimes⊠It's a lot. Now, I can just breathe.â
You nod slowly, absorbing his words. You can see how much music means to him, but thereâs something grounding about this version of himâwithout the spotlight, without the expectations.
âDoes that make sense?â His voice lightens, like heâs suddenly aware of how much heâs shared.
Your lips quirk a bit. âYeah, for sure.â
He gives a small nod, almost imperceptible, before reaching for the bottle again, taking a slow sip. âDonât get me wrong,â he adds, his tone slipping back into something more familiar. âIâll be back at it soon. But right now⊠this isnât so bad.â
For a moment, his eyes meet yours, and thereâs a flicker of something thereâsomething deeper, quieter. Itâs a side of him you donât see often, a side thatâs relieved to step away from the noise, even if just for a while.
His gaze makes you think of your own life, your own lack of direction. You shift slightly, glancing back at the document in front of you.
âYou look like youâre thinking about something,â Yoongi says, his attention shifting fully to you as he shuts his laptop.
You hesitate, nibbling on a cracker, not sure why youâre even about to say this out loud. âI donât know⊠sometimes I wonder how I got here.â
Yoongiâs brow lifts, and you feel the heat of his gaze on you. âHere?â
âAt this job,â you clarify. âIt wasnât really part of the plan. But somehow, Iâve stayed. And now itâs been years.â You laugh a little, but it feels tight, almost self-conscious.
âWhat do you mean?â he asks, his voice steady, as if heâs urging you to go on.
You sigh, glancing down at your hands. âI guess⊠a lot of people around me, they have these big dreams. Theyâre doing things that sound so⊠important. My best friend Chae, sheâs working in this Michelin star restaurant, on her way to becoming head chef. And Iâm just⊠here. Still figuring things out. Shouldnât I want more?â
The words slip out before you can catch them, and suddenly youâre left with that familiar weight in your chest, the one that sneaks up on you late at night when you wonder if youâre not doing enough. It feels silly now, admitting it out loud.
Yoongi stays quiet for a beat, thinking, his fingers tapping the wine bottle lightly. When he speaks, his voice is low, thoughtful.
âNot everyone needs to have some grand dream to chase. Sometimes, just doing what makes you feel steady is enough.â
You glance at him, caught off guard by how easily he says it. Thereâs something honest in the way he looks at you, like heâs sharing a truth heâs only just come to understand himself.
âThereâs no rule,â he adds, âthat says you have to follow everyone elseâs path. Itâs okay to take your time figuring things out.â
You bite your lip, his words settling over you like a quiet comfort. âYou really think that?â
Yoongi nods, leaning in just a little. âYeah. Some people chase after their dreams because they think thatâs the only way to prove something. But sometimes⊠just living and finding what makes you feel steady is enough.â
His words strike deep, but theyâre simple. You smile, feeling warmth uncurling in your chest. And you know itâs not just the wine.
âThanks,â you murmur, offering him the bottle, your fingers barely holding on.
He takes it, and when his hand brushes yours, something tightens in your stomach. You let go without a fight.
Yoongi leans back, that smirk tugging at his lips againâlike heâs fully aware of the effect heâs having. âIf you get fired for this, at least weâre going down together.â
Your laugh slips out softer than expected, probably because heâs so maddeningly calm. Like heâd still have that cocky mouth even if the world was burning.
You both reach for a pretzel at the same time, fingers grazing his. âOh, my bad,â you say, forcing casual, but inside, itâs like an electric shock.
He doesnât pull away right away. His hand lingers for a secondâjust long enough to make you notice. That twitch at the corner of his mouth is lethal.
You chuckle, but it feels hollow, like youâre trying to shake off the sudden flutter in your chest. âYouâre trouble, you know that?â
Yoongi laughs, low and quiet, and it does something to you. His knee bumps yours under the table, and he doesnât move it. âYou donât seem too bothered by trouble.â
Itâs a quiet sort of ambush. Nothing pushy, just⊠unexpected.
You glance up and catch him staringânot at your eyes, but your lips. Itâs barely a second, but it makes your pulse spike like heâs just yanked the ground out from under you.
You shift in your seat, trying to play it cool, but thereâs a hint of something else, something daring. Your gaze drifts to his lips, wondering, for a split second, what heâd taste like if you were bold enough to just go for it like Chae had said.
But⊠no. Thatâs insane. You could definitely get fired for that.
Heâs still watching you, face neutral, but his cheeks are flushed, a pink stain that gives him away.
âYou good?â you ask, keeping it light, teasing.
âYeah,â he mutters, looking away. âJust warm.â
The way he yanks off his beanie and runs a hand through his hair shouldnât feel like a whole damn striptease, but here you are, heart pounding, as if youâre witnessing something way more scandalous than him adjusting his hair. The tips of his ears are red, so maybe he is more affected than he lets on.
âYeah, it is kinda warm.â You fumble for something to do with your hands, tying your hair up into a messy bun. You donât think much of it, until you catch the way Yoongi watches, gaze lingering a second too long on the bare skin of your neck. Heâs not subtle about it, either. His lips part, and suddenly, itâs like youâve knocked the wind out of him.
The look he is giving you is devastating. Fuck.
The way his tongue drags across his wine-stained bottom lip is downright diabolical. Itâs a subtle motion, but it hits with cutting precision, like he knows exactly what heâs doing and how itâs affecting you. And you know he has this down to a science at this point, being an idol, and knowing how to bring fans to their knees.Â
âTrouble,â you mutter, shaking your head. Itâs not just teasing anymore. Itâs acknowledgment, an unspoken agreement that you both know whatâs happening.
He licks his teeth, smirking. âIâll take that as a compliment.â
You roll your eyes, laughing softly, trying to ease the tension. âCanât believe I let you drag me into this.â
And by this, you both know youâre not just talking about this night, but all the moments leading up to it. Leading up to these new feelings you havenât fully unraveled.
âYou like it,â he teases, taking another swig, feline eyes locked in on yours a second longer than necessary, like heâs daring you to deny it.
Welp. Maybe heâs right. Maybe youâre starting to.
Maybe you already do.
A/N: So what do we think? Tell me what you liked about the chapter and what you want to see in the next ones!
Btw y'all really wanted JK in this one so I had to write him in. Personally, I was imagining Seungcheol (my Daegu bbs) and initially had him in the drafts, but Woozi would've been comedy gold, too.
Next chapter is half-way written haha who am i?! Look forward to 1,000 words about Yoongi's large, veiny hands. Who's down?
Chapter Three >
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Day Four: Jisung
Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader
Warning: Just smut, you know.. smut [18+ MINORS DO NOT READ]
Wors Count: 1k
Day One: Felix | Day Two: Jeongin | Day Three: Changbin |
âOh my fucking god, Y/N, I need some inspiration.â Han tells you over the phone. âI'm trying to work on this beat for a rap I want to do, but damn I'm having a hard time.â
âI know nothing about beats.â You start. âBut I can bring you supper if you'd like.â
âYes please. I have a feeling it's going to be a late one today.â He sighs.
With that, you hang up the phone and head over to his favorite restaurant, grabbing his favorite meal and then heading over to the JYP building.
âMy savior.â Han sighs, seeing you walk in with just what he wanted.
âAny luck so far?â You ask, leaning against the mixing board.
âNone.â He groans, looking over at you. He notices immediately how your skirt has ridden up your thigh, showing off more of your leg. He clears his throat, looking at the supper you brought him. You bend over, to scratch your leg, and he can't help but look back over at you just to see your slightly low cut shirt hanging down, your breasts showing.
Fuck. He wasnât hungry anymore. He didn't even want to eat his food.
âWhy aren't you eating?â You ask, looking at him, looking at you a certain way.
âCause I'm not hungry for that anymore.â He says, slipping off his jacket. He moves the food to a different place, walking back to you.
âWhat are you hungry for then?â You wonder, watching him walk closer to you.
He looks at you, smirking. He grabs his chair, pushing it back and out of his way.
âYou.â He says pulling you towards him. âI wanna eat your pussy.â He turns you around, bending you over the soundboard. His sudden aggression was so fucking hot. You're desperately waiting for what he was about to do. You can feel him lift up your skirt, yanking your panties down to pool them around your ankles. He takes his foot, kicking your own foot to spread your legs before he drops to his knees.
You're panting as you feel his breath so close to your pussy. You feel his head between your legs kissing your lips, gripping your inner thighs as he moves his tongue around.
âHoly shit.â You groan. In all the time the two of you had been fucking around, he had never eaten you out like this. He moves his tongue up, flicking your clit with the tip, making your knees buckle. He moves away from your clit, moving his tongue all along your folds, and to your hole, sticking his tongue in as far as he can.
âJesus.. fuck.â You cry out, your hands trying to grip anything, anywhere on the board. You're panting loudly as he sloppily moves his entire mouth around your cunt. It was like nothing you'd ever experienced before.
He removes his mouth from you, it's cold. âWhy?â You pant. âWhy did you stop?â You whine.
âI want you to cum all over my face.â He says, latching his mouth back onto you. Who were you to say no?
âJust.. fucking like that.â You cry out. âYes, yes.â You groan, your legs are shaking as his fingers dig deeper into your thighs. Your orgasm is coming on fast. He licks, and sucks you all over, you can't hold it in anymore.
âFuck, I'm cumming.. shit I'm cummâŠâ You pause as it hits you, making you cry out loudly. âOh my god.â You breathe.
You continue to lay on the soundboard, trying to catch your breath and you hear Han behind you, and the sound of him dragging the zipper of his jeans down. âPlease fuck me.â You whine, already knowing full well that's what he was going to do. He leans over, laying his body on yours as his lips brush against your ear. âMake sure you're loud, baby.â He whispers before he rams his cock inside of you without warning.
âAh, fuck!â You scream as he takes no time to ease himself into you. Instead he fucks you as hard as he can right off the bat. You're moaning so loud, you're sure the entire floor could hear you but right now you just don't care.
âThat's right, scream for me. Fuck your cunt is so wet.â He spits. He moves his hand around your throat squeezing as he rams his cock into you at a quick pace. As he chokes you, his other hand grabs onto your ponytail, yanking it back, making you arch more into it, allowing him to shove his cock in deeper inside you.
âPlease.. please can I cum?â You ask, his hand moves from your throat, grabbing onto your hip as he grunts, picking up the pace of his thrusts.
âCum all over my cock baby.â He groans. With that, your second orgasm hits so hard, pulsating through your body. He lets go of your hair, you fall forward back onto the board as he uses his other hand on your other hip, holding on tightly as he works desperately for his orgasm.
âWhere..fuck.â He pauses as you squeeze your pussy around him. âwhere do I cum?â He grunts. âYou keep doing that, I'm gonna cum inside you.â
âDo that.â You pant. âcum in my pussy, fill me up with your cum.â
âso fucking hot.â He groans, digging his finger tips deep into your hips as he cums, just as hard as you, shooting his load deep inside your pussy. You both remain still for a moment, until he pulls out of you, pulling his pants. He kneels down, pulling up your panties, noticing his cum seeping out from inside you.
âLeave it in there.â He smirks as he pulls up your panties. He helps you walk over to the couch, your legs feeling like jello. âthe guys will be here in 5 minutes, and that's so fucking hot to think about.â He finishes, sitting down at the board that he just fucked you on. He pushes a few buttons and the sounds of your moans play over the speakers. He grins as he turns back to look at you.
âThat's the inspiration I needed.â He smiles, just as four men walked into the studio.
âWhat's that smell I'm smelling?â Chan asks, looking between you two. You hide your face, not knowing what to say.
âThat's the smell of success, man.â Han grins.
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Audacious
Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader
Summary:Â Sequel to Impertinent. After your engagement party, Anthony asks you to rendezvous in his office to continue where you left off.
Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, innocence/corruption kink, sex education, mutual masturbation, orgasms.
Word Count: 2.2k
Authors Note: Sequel request fill for @cleopatraathene to continue the story from Impertinent (ask HERE). Sorry, it's taken so long, my dear. Err, this could well turn into a series at this rate. Thanks to @colettebronte for betaing. Enjoy! <3
The bejewelled band feels weighty around your left ring finger as you rap your knuckles quietly upon his study door. It's late, and the last thing you want is for anyone to know what you are doing.
After a pause, the hinges creak, and a hand snakes out and grabs your arm.
Before you know it, you are dragged through the door, and it closes with you pressed against the other side, the room heady with the scent of recently smoked cigars and expensive brandy. Anthony is casual in just a white shirt, sleeves rolled up around his elbows, braces slung around his hips.
âFiancĂ©e,â he rumbles, his nose trailing up your neck as he leans in, the wood of the door panels digging into your bottom through the thin layer of your silk robe. âDid you enjoy our engagement party?â he queries, teasing your throat with soft kisses.
âYes,â you answer breathily. âA-And I did as you asked.â
He pauses in his ministrations; you can feel the curve of a smile over your skin. âWhat did I ask you to do?â he knows the answer; he just wants to hear you say it.
âTo return this evening exactly as I was last night.âÂ
He tuts softly, his nose trailing up the cord of your neck. âBut you are wearing something, so you are not as you were.â
âI could hardly walk through the halls of your home naked, my lord!â you gasp.
He chuckles richly, his breath hot in your ear. âOn the contrary. This is soon to be all yours. As Viscountess, you can do exactly as you wish. Or as I wish. And sometimes, I may wish you to be naked at my bidding,â he straightens up and looks down at you, dark eyes glittering. âWould you do that for me? Would you walk naked where I told you?â
Again, as last night, you feel under a spell. âYes, my lord,â you whisper truthfully.
âAudacious,â he rasps approvingly, âjust how I like it,â the last few words muttered over your lips before capturing them with his.
Your stomach quivers at his praise, then vaults at the first brush of his mouth, knowing that now you are betrothed, he has promised so much more. His lips are warm and soft as he slowly parts your lips, his tongue rolling, requesting entry. Instinctively, you open, a wave of luscious wet heat as his tongue lathes over yours, a dance that has you inside melting and a throb at the apex of your thighs that is entirely foreign but enthralling. As he breaks away, you chase his lips, eyes still closed, wanting more of his heady kisses. He grabs both of your hands and pulls you to the centre of the room, the fire warming the backs of your calves as he releases his hold.
âTake off your robe,â his order soft.
Your trembling hands scramble to obey, making quick work of the knot at your belly, pushing the material off your shoulders so it flutters onto the rug behind you so you are naked. There is a throaty noise and he takes a step back as if to better drink in the view of your body. His lush bottom lips curling under his upper teeth, his eyes covetous, roaming your skin.
âYou should never wear clothes,â he opines, backing further away, grabbing a wingback chair and scraping it across the carpet until it is behind him. He takes a seat, his eyes never leaving your form.
âSpin for me.â
Heart beating fast, you rock onto the balls of your feet and rotate away so you face the blazing fire, your back towards him. Then you slowly complete the circle until you are facing him again, his expression ravenous.
âA perfect specimen. Now touch yourself,â the order is gruff.
You frown at him. âWhere, my lord?â
âAre you to tell me you have never put your fingers between your legs?â he scoffs, disbelieving.
âN-no, my lord? Should I?âÂ
The dancing flames of the fire are almost too hot on your bottom, as he answers in a cool register. âYes, you should. But perhaps I should be the one to instruct you as your future husband.â
With that, he stands from his seat, walking purposely towards you, his boots heavy on the rug as you take a deep breath. He grabs your right wrist, bringing your fingers up to his lips and engulfing them in his hot mouth, his tongue questing against the pads of your fingers, the suckle of his lips sensual and damp.
With a salacious pop, he pulls off your fingers, his lips quirking into a knowing smile as he guides your wetted fingers to your chest.
âTouch your nipples,â he instructs quietly.
You gasp as his cooling saliva meets your flushed, puffy areola, puckering instantly under the pad of your fingers.Â
âThat feels good, does it not?â he dusks, wrapping his hand over yours to direct your caressing of yourself, his fingers never touching your nipple but directing your movement like a puppeteer, taking the fingers of your left hand and repeating the suckling action, guiding your fingers to your other nipple.
All you can do is nod and bite your lip, pushing up into your own hands, squirming slightly from foot to foot, feeling a dampness smear on your inner thighs as you do, your tummy replete with butterflies under his heavy gaze.
He guides your fingers over the swell of your lower breast and down over your stomach, chuckling as the teasing trail of your own fingers makes you giggle lightly, your belly rippling. His eyes flash as his hand guides yours lower, trailing into the patch of hair at the apex of your thighs, something thronging between your legs at the molten look on his face.
Two of his fingers curl over the back of yours, turning your middle and pointer fingers into a hook before he pushes your hand lower. Again, you gasp as your fingers slide at his insistence into some folds of skin between your legs, damp and sticky. His face is dashingly mischievous as he places those hooked fingers over a certain swollen nub and swirls them slowly in an anticlockwise motion. You startle at the spike of pleasure that rushes through your body, the epicentre under your attentions.
âHow does that feel, fiancĂ©e?â he murmurs, tone like velvet.
All you can do is stutter his name on a shaky exhale, your other hand shooting out to grab his muscular forearm where it presses your belly, the dark hairs there tickling your palm as you grip around him, needing the anchor, your knees feeling oddly weak.
âOh, you like thatâŠâ he huffs, amused, as he crowds into you, his hand covering yours between your legs, dictating your movements, a shiver running down your spine at the fizzles of pleasure sparking around your body. âDo not stop,â his voice low, resonant, his lips hot on your temple, you moaning lightly and leaning into him.
A sweet-tart scent fills the air, your fingers coated in a slick, viscous substance that can only be from your own body, a soft, wet noise emanating from where you touch yourself.
âThat is my favourite sound in the world,â Anthony sighs into your ear, âso ripe and ready for meâŠjust wait until we are married.â
âWhat will happen?â you inhale, trying your best to concentrate even as you feel your body swelling under your own touch, engorged, hot, craving more friction.
âAll in good timeâŠâ he answers enigmatically, his breath a touch uneven.
The slightly rough texture of his cotton shirt snags delightfully against your nipples as you writhe, riding your own fingers and his, wishing it were his skin touching yours. There is something hard in his britches that rubs your stomach with each move you make.
âDo not stop,â he gruffs.
You whine as he steps away, craving his heat, his toned body glorious to rub yourself against, akin to a cat.
âMy lordâŠâ you mewl, appealing for him to return, swaying unsteadily on your feet even as you continue to touch yourself as instructed.
âThat is it, keep going up,â he encourages, retaking the seat and staring at you covetously, one of his hands falling to his lap, palming a swelling there.
âWhat are you doing, my lord?âÂ
You are intrigued by his soft panting as he roughly tugs at the buttons on his trousers.
âI am doing as you are,â he groans, âI am touching myself, My cock.â
With that, he fishes something out from his white underwear that makes you inhale sharply. A red, almost angry looking rod of flesh that stands proud of his body from a dark thatch of hair. The slight is intriguing and makes you pulse heavily between your legs as if innately knowing it belongs there.
You feel yourself moving towards him, like a magnetic pull, your fingers still sliding over that hardened pearl between your legs as you get closer, hypnotised by the sight of his hand, now in a fist, moving up and down his swollen cock.
âCockâŠâ it falls from your lips reflexively as you stare.
He groans loudly at your utterance, a shiny pearl of wetness pooling at his tip as he does so.
You feel feverish, not just because of the roaring fire in the hearth, but a blaze inside, a flush running through you that makes your mind feel both fuzzy and sharp, singular in pursuit of pleasure, your fingers moving faster now between your legs, varying your speed and motion.
He hisses his approval as your knees buckle, sinking to a kneel on the rug, your knees splaying wide, your fingers freer to move, but your eyes never leave his hand, his motion a quick twisting tug now.
âDoes that not hurt?â you blurt out breathily, not pausing, chasing a high you can feel hovering so tantalisingly close, a tingle over your lips and the back of your scalp.
âNo, it feels just as good as your fingers do on you,â he assures, broken, huffing now. âI will teach you,â he adds, meeting your gaze heatedly when your eyes ping to his face briefly.
Something about this feels so decadent and luxurious, the same as his velvet jacket was on your skin last night, the garment that catalysed this whole tumultuous journey.
âSwap hands,â he commands, cutting into your wayward tangent, and you find yourself obeying on instinct. âGive me that other,â he rejoins. Before you know it, the fingers that were between your legs are in his mouth, his tongue curling and sucking wantonly, feeling the vibration of his groan over your fingertips as he cleans all your juices from your fingers, his hand a frenzy on his cock now.
Your other hand feels different; something about the catch of your blunt fingernails between your legs has you hurtling towards some crescendo, your skin feeling almost too tight over your bones, a pressure behind your ribs as your heart thunders, almost like you are trying so hard to chase and hold in something explosive.
âOh, you are there, aren't you?â Anthony growls around your fingers still in his mouth, sounding wild, his motions untamed, gusting deep breaths out of his nose as he leans forward, eyes intense and glassy.
All you can do is nod, almost frantic, as if seeking permission to break, circling an abyss. Your fingers fall from his mouth as he groans loudly.
âCome for me, fiancĂ©e,â he grits out.
Unsure what that means, you just keep moving, feeling something snap inside that has you calling out and curling over, a scream escaping your lungs as your body seems to retract and explode outwards, your mind scattered to the wind as an ecstatic wave fans out from your core around your body, your muscles twitching.
You are brought back to the room by a noise he makesâhungry, gravelly, all male. As your breath returns, your eyes reopen to see him in the throes of ecstasy: an arresting sight. One curl of hair flopped over his dewy forehead, his lower lip caught under his upper teeth, eyes wild and unfocused, then screwing shut as he roars, his hand a frenzy on his cock which seems to pulse in his fist before spurting a substance in an arc part of which splashes warm across your chest, taking you by surprise.
That seems to signal he has reached a peak, too, his body wracked by a few aftershocks before he slumps back into the chair, panting, his hand slackening as he stares transfixed at the sticky streak of his cum over the upper swell of your breast.
âAre you well, husband?â you check, fascinated but concerned.
He doesn't correct the title you bestow upon him. âMore than,â is his laconic, sated response, an easy smile claiming his face as he unfurls a sleeve to tenderly clean your breasts of his seed. âThis is only the beginning,â he promises, cupping your cheek affectionately. âRun along and get some rest; we shall meet here again tomorrow.â
You cannot wait.
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proposing to you | nct dream
âMarry me,â he started, âCarry a part of me wherever you go too.â
pairing » nct dream (individual members) x fem!readerâ
trope/au » âestablished relationship au!, non-idol au!, marriage au! (well it leads to it)
genre » it's all just fluff and vibes here hehe, dreamies who are all very much in love with you, mark's one makes me chuckle, renjun's one makes me wanna squish his cheeks (i miss him đ), jeno's one makes me melt, haechan's one is chaotically (?) romantic (in my opinion), jaemin's one makes me want to have pets again so bad, chenle's one makes me want to splurge and treat myself, jisung's one is too adorable for me
word count; estimated reading time » 4303 (total); ~16 mins (total)
warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » nicknames; members to reader (love, bubs), lots of kissing, ...not proofread---
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my very first time doing something like this. this scenario has been in my head for some time and i finally had the time to sit and write it all đ„° (and also because sem 1 results come out later today and this is my way of forgetting about it uhm đ€ )
this is my personal take on how each member from dream would propose to you!! i tried to make them all with similar word count but i can't help but to get carried away with some đ„č
Mark sits on the stool, one foot on the ground while the other is on the footrest, making sure that his guitar is tuned properly and that the new strings that he bought yesterday are set up properly. To ease his tension he strums random chords and raps random words on top, making the other Dreamies lovingly judge (and tease) him. Jeno would be tasked with calming him down, while Haechan does the exact opposite of what Jeno is doing, purposely annoying him to get his mind off his nervousness. Either way, it worked well to get the lovesick boy from the reason why theyâre all gathered today.Â
âYou both are too loud!â Renjun says when Chenle adds random notes to Markâs singing, belting high notes that are out of his range whilst also purposely hitting them off-tune.
âSheâs probably going to walk in and think weâre crazy,â Jisung whispers to the boy who scolded Haechan not long after, who decided to join in on the chaos.
âWell, the point is that she doesnât see the chaos right nowâŠâ Jeno lets out a nervous grin, turning his head to the still-closed door, âMaybe one of us should stand outside and text someone in the room or something.â
âNo,â Jaemin crosses his arms, âThis is funny,â taking out his phone to start recording, making the other three facepalm at how heâs indirectly contributing to the chaos.Â
In the end, the noise and chaos were too loud for anyone in the room to realise the door opening. When he noticed you from the other side of the room, hand over your mouth, cheeks rising at the scene, his voice cracked and his cheeks blushed instantly. Markâs voice cracked and his coughing caused the other boys to be immediately disciplined, rushing to their scheduled spots in their room as Mark mutters an âOh crapâŠâ thinking that everything has all been ruined.
You tried to keep your laughs at bay at your pouting boyfriend, but the image of him being silly only made it harder for you to wipe the smile off your face. But soon after, you realise the decoration around the room and the heart-shaped balloons and the unique balloons shaped like rings. Understanding how this is a different occasion to a date that you expected him to set up, you blurted a quick âNo, I didn't see anything!â and rushed out the door, heart beating fast at the possible connotations behind the set-up.
It will forever become a memory that you two will always bring up whenever and wherever. A slight mention of it would instantly bring out a shy Mark who hides his red face in the crook of your neck, forever in love with you.
âAh! That proposal was supposed to be perfect.â
Your mind replays the scene back again. After running out of the room, you waited around five more minutes, trying to calm the beating against your chest. When you did enter back, your eyes were only focused on Mark who started performing the little piece that he has prepared for you. Your body sways to the rhythm and the sweet melody of his voice and Mark who kept his eyes on yours for the majority of the performance only made the moment even more special. You remember the way you hopped on stage, only wanting to be held in his arms and unable to let go. Eventually, you did and Mark got down on one knee with the ring that he had prepared for this moment. Reminiscing the time always made you chuckle and Mark pouted and groaned, knowing that you were lost in that time once more.Â
A kiss lands on his lips, wiping the pout effectively from his lips, âItâs perfect because it was you, Markie.â
Renjun is pacing around the room, making sure the decorations are placed at their designated spots properly. He would circle the room countless times, making sure the flowers were fresh and presented in the way that he liked whilst his hands busied themselves with playing with the case of your ring; that he hopes will be on your fourth finger soon.
Mark massages his shoulder, relieving his body tension. Jaemin has his camera ready to take pictures whenever he can, making sure not to interfere with the small bubble that Renjun would create with you. Jisung, being more responsible than the older members most of the time stands still with a proud look on his face while Chenle gives him a thumbs up along with Jeno as well. Haechan is just as encouraging; Renjunâs threat to make sure he didnât cause trouble playing in his head.
âI think everything is set up,â Jaemin says as he takes more photos of the venue to add for the memory book.
âYouâre playing a very important role here,â Haechan comments, a hand resting on his hand, âDonât mess it up.â
Jaemin replies with a slightly menacing smile, âDonât mess with me, Lee Haechan.â
âTo be honest, everything will go well as long as Renjun doesnât go blank as soon as she walks in,â Chenle teases the older boy at how in love and speechless Renjun would be around you.
âTrue,â Mark gives him an encouraging thumbs up, âBut youâll be fine. Sheâll be here any minute now actually.â
You received instructions through text from Jeno about meeting at a place, a dress code and a time âwhen you should open the door (donât open it before!)â. The text is odd and when asking Renjun about it, the tips of his ears growing red from each passing second tell you that he does know whatâs going on but it's cleer he wouldn't tell. You couldnât ask any more questions after he pulled your face into his for a quick kiss, hushing you from any more questions.Â
When you walked in, outfit in line with the theme of the room and matching with his, Renjunâs heart melted once more, falling in love with you all over again. You slowly walk towards your boyfriend, eyes flickering around the area and taking in the decorations as well as giving the boys a smile and greeting back. When Renjun is infront of you, he playfully bows, momentarily stumbling and losing his balance. You cup his cheeks when he lifts his head, kissing his lips, not bothering about the camera capturing it all.Â
âW-Woah,â Renjun stumbles with his words, âThat was nice.âÂ
âThis whole place is nice, Junnie,â your boyfriend is relieved by your words, âYou look beyond nice, by the way.â
Few minutes later, Renjun takes his position on the floor and Jaemin captures it the memories with his camera: the way it dawned on you that he's proposing, to when you finally sealed Renjunâs love and to the way Renjun takes your lips after.Â
Jaemin smiles behind the camera, capturing all the moments to make a physical memory of it all.
Including getting extremely closer than he said he wouldnât take a better picture of the band around your finger.
âSo this is why you made me dress up?â Taking in the fragrance of the flowers that Jisung gave as a token of congratulations from the rest of the boys.
Renjun nods, âYou look beautiful, by the way.â
Jeno and his little smile that would reach his eyes. That was one of the first reasons why you fell for Jeno but to him, itâs his default expression whenever he sees, thinks of hears anything related to you. At the start of your relationship, heâs shy about receiving and giving you affection but you didnât mind initiating the skinship, hugging and pecking his cheeks that would gradually lean towards his lips. He loves the skinship from you even in front of the rest of the boys who would tease him about it.
âShe loves you,â Jaemin wiggles his eyebrows at the goodbye kiss you gave him.
âI love her more,â he replies, his eyes filled with heart shapes.
As the relationship developed and you got a little place with him, Jeno would slowly be the one who initiated the skinship, hugging your waist to sleep and keeping you close to him whenever he could. Even outside, he would be the one to link your hands together first and show his love through the bouquet of flowers from the start of any date.
âThese bouquets just keep growing bigger and bigger each time in my opinion,â twirling the gift around in your hand while the other is in Jenoâs.
Your boyfriend kissed your head, âIt didnât really change from the first one, bubs.â Content with the little giggle you gave as he watched the elevator take you both to the floor where he booked the last dinner where you would be his girlfriend and the last anniversary as boyfriend and girlfriend; the start of a new title to the both of you.
His hand is stashed in his pocket where the ring is and he couldnât help but gulp nervousnessly. The dinner went smoothly with the courses that Jeno pre-ordered and throughout the whole date, he loves the way you fill the atmosphere with the times that you didnât spend together for the day, him updating you on his day too. He would never be tired of hearing your voice and the eye smile on him is a clear indication of that.
âIâm going to go to the restroom,â Jeno says as he kisses the back of your hand. He approaches one of the workers there, asking for the largest bouquet that he has ever given you in their back room where he dropped it off hours before the dinner.Â
Youâre preoccupied with taking pictures of the view from the windows that span from the floor to the ceiling but your boyfriendâs reaction comes into view and your phone screen rests on the table once again, ready to greet him. What you didnât expect is when Jeno kneeled to one knee, arms outstretching the flowers he had with the opened box nestling between its petals.
âJeno?â You asked him, tears beginning to fill up your eyes.
âI thought it would be nice to ask here, at this place. We always spent our anniversaries here and even today,â happy with how the corner of your lips rises with the event, âWill you marry me?â
It took you less than a millisecond to respond with a nod and a loud âYesâ. When Jeno stood from his position, your arms were immediately wrapped around his, hiding your lower face behind his shoulder.
âI thought you were shy.âÂ
âI am,â heat rising to his cheeks, âBut I wanted to make this special for my very special girl.â
The Dreamies have never seen Haechan so nervous before. It bought them back to the times when he was crushing on you, blushing and being giddy all the time at the thought of you. They remember how Haechan was asking Jaemin for advice for the outfit on your first date that you prepared, and he rocked up with something really formal for a casual date, mixing up the place for the restaurant as a similar four-star restaurant. It would be something that not only you would tease him about, but when news spread to the Dreamies, they used it as the main thing to tease him about whenever he was being mischievous. It did die down quickly as after learning that the memory is very fond to you, the teasing wouldnât work against him anymore.
The necklace that Haechan gifted you that day would be a reminder of the happiness that he has been giving you from the start of the journey and just like the sun pendant that reminds you of him, you love how just a glance of it knocks out all your worries that life may have weighed you down with.Â
It all seemed to be a recent memory, but that was quite a long time ago for everyone who knew what happened. Now, Haechan is waiting for you to come back home after a night out with your friends and earlier in the day, the boy who was pacing around the room about what to wear to his first date with now is now pacing around the jewellery store on the perfect ring on your hand.Â
He talked with the boys about his proposal plan to which the others have chipped in and helped him with. In the end, some of their advice is taken on board, but most of them made him grip his hair and made him say, âIâm just going to wing it.â
To which Mark replied with, âSure, dude. If it doesnât go âwellâ, itâs another thing to tease you about.âÂ
In all seriousness though, he wants the proposal to be perfect; just like how you are to him. He plops down on the bed, raising the box to the ceiling as he looks at the diamond he worked hard for. At the sound of the front door creaking and your voice greeting him from the other side of the house, he pockets the jewellery in his sweatpants, jumping from the cotton to greet you.
Your arms were outstretched and Haechan brings you to his embrace immediately, âHow was your day?â
âSo good,â your voice muffled with the hug, âWe bought friendship rings,â pushing him away slightly to show him, âWe thought about this so much but we thought itâs so pretty that we couldnât not get it.â
You realised that as much as Haechan smiled at the decoration around your finger, it didnât go unnoticed that he was playing with the hem of your jacket. An eyebrow perks up from that and you give him a kiss on his cheek, asking him what was wrong.
He took a deep breath, took the box from his pockets, got down to one knee and opened the jewellery to you for the first time, âMarry me,â he started, âCarry a part of me wherever you go too.â
Growing up, you were never able to have pets. Your dad is allergic to cats, one of the pets that youâve always wanted, and your mum isnât sure of how well the family would take care of another life due to how busy life is. You totally agree with her because pets should be well taken care of as much as any other kind of life form.
When you and Jaemin were financially ready to get a place for yourselves, one of his first promises was to get a pet that you wanted. Through motivation and a lot of saving, making sure that you were both ready to take care of another life and doing all the research on how to take care of cats, you and Jaemin finally adopted a pet to take care of. Jaemin is also thankful for the added company in the house as your work schedule wouldnât match with his and that would mean that one of you would be alone in the house. Having another pet would make the house more lively and less lonely. With gradual time and more financial stability, you were able to adopt two more that you both love equally.Â
âWe should get another one,â you comment as Jaemin turns off the bedroom lights.
Your boyfriend hums at your thoughts, knowing exactly what you mean. He slips into the covers, hooking an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to his warmth, âYou really love taking care of others, donât you?â
You close your eyes and hum a response, exhaling at the comfort of him next to you. âYou know how I am.â
âI do, bubs. I do,â and he really does. With how your eyes light up whenever you take care of the people around you, always loving how youâre able to help out others whether it be him, your family, his family or the three cats that are sleeping soundly in the living room, it comes naturally that heâs thought of settling down with you permanently for the rest of his life; and having a little mini you or mini him later down the track. Similar talks have happened in the relationship and he thought that it would be perfect to make it happen soon.
No more words were said that night but Jaemin kissed a final kiss onto your soft lips and made a mental note to prepare for another life chapter with you. A few days later, he was able to speed through his work, being able to finish early to see the ring that he had been monitoring through the website. As soon as his eyes landed on it, he immediately thought of you and thatâs how he made his final decision to buy it.
Thankfully, you had a later end to your work today and that gave Jaemin enough time to prepare a small, quick dinner as well as dressing the three cats into little outfits that would be fitting to wear in a wedding.Â
âCome on, Luna,â he says as he struggles to get her paw in, âI donât have a lot of time and I want to make mummy proud!â With this, the cat seemed to comply instantly and Jaemin squished the catâs cheeks in thankfulness.
With each cat, he securely attached a note on their ventral side: Love, Marry, Me, and plans to release each cat one by one from the bedroom when you come in. Jaemin just made it in time, quickly scooping up all the cats into his arms, and rushing to hide in the bedroom.
âIâm home!â You routinely shouted, âNana?â Confused about why the house was so quiet, especially when knowing that Jaemin finished work a long time ago. âMaybe he went out and forgot to tell me?â But thatâs quickly proved wrong when pipping hot homemade food were neatly set out on the table. âLuna! Lucy! Luke!â Calling out to your three cats, wondering how none of them rushed to the door like they usually would.
Suddenly, the door to your room opens and you gasp, scared that an intruder is in your house but out comes all your three cats in different, cute attires. âOh!â Kneeling on the floor to get a better look at them, âDid dadda do this? Hm?â Picking up Luna with his little white dress, rubbing your nose on hers. âWhatâs this?â Reading the âLoveâ message on her stomach. You set Lucy down, picking up Lucy in a similar outfit, âMarryâŠâ Your eyes widened, looking at a groom-like dressed Luke who sat patiently, licking the back of his exposed paw. Sure enough, the final and last note makes your jaw drop.
Jaemin emerges from your bedroom, smiling at how you look up at him in shock. He kneels on the floor, âI was supposed to let them out one by one but they got excited," he shrugs with a smile. "As much as I would love another pet,â he hinges the velvet box open, âIf you would like to, I would also love a mini you or mini-me.â A hand rises to your gaped mouth, eyes staring at the cushioned ring. âBut first, will you marry me?â
It seems that Luna, Lucy and Luke were on board with the idea, jumping on your lap and resting their little paws on your arms. Sure enough, you nod and verbally express your actions. The âYesâ is all Jaemin took to carefully place the three nosy cats away from you, sliding the new ring on your hand and pulling you into a kiss.
During ring shopping, Chenle would look around the places he could find and spend a lot of time window shopping on all the rings that were available in your size. He invited Jisung along on the journey and the younger boy was more stressed than him with how he was handling the situation. From the very first store, he already has about five rings that heâs thinking would be perfect for you. Jisung gave his input on each one which Chenle is thankful for, but did minimal in narrowing down the options. He even asked the other members, but it was still the same result.Â
In the end, after visiting all the stores that he had listed, Chenle purchased about ten rings from each store. The employees are used to customers who are stuck between multiple choices as a symbol of love for their partner. But they werenât prepared for Chenle to cross his arms, calmly exhale point to the rings and say, âIâll just take them all.âÂ
Jisung tried to save his wallet but after deep thinking and checking the return policy, he decided to buy all the ones that his heart couldn't let go of. He'll figure out what to do with the rest of the diamonds later. Because of his massive purchase, on the day of the proposal, he looked calm and collected but inside, his heart was beating like he just ran a marathon. It was running so fast to the point that you asked him if there was something troubling him when you laid on his chest to sleep last night. Chenle shook his head firmly but from the way his finger trembled a little when he was patting your head, you couldnât help but to question him once more.
âItâs not a big deal, I promise.â
After some time, your raised eyebrows relaxed, âOkay. Tell me if it weighs too much and whenever youâre ready, okay?â
And heâs so excited to tell you what is on his mind soon. The thought of finally being able to spoil the love of his life for the rest of his life excited him so much that with the boxes looking similar across the stores, he didn't realise that he also grabbed the one that he hadn't decided on the previous night. When you nodded to his proposal, too stunned and speechless from happiness to speak, the different ring to his expectations when he opened the velvet box made him let out the famous Pikachu face.Â
âWhat?â You chuckled and tilted your head in confusion at his reaction, completely unaware of the boxes hidden under the bed.Â
âN-Nothing,â well, it looks like he'll explain later but with the happiness written on your face and the kisses you showered him with, maybe he'll just gift the rest of the spares to you.
âDon't be so nervous,â a hit lands on the side of Jisungâs arm from Chenle, âShe'll love this.â
In the early stages of dating, you were always sharing your date plans with him, planning most of them. You made sure Jisung didnât mind them because being in a relationship isnât only about one person. Jisung loves the way you talk enthusiastically about all the places you want to go with him and all the activities that you want to do with him. Jisung would give you that adorable gummy smile, eyes shaped like crescent moons whenever he did so. Those small event plans became more detailed, expanding into different topics naturally such as proposals, weddings and honeymoon places and Jisung being in love with everything about you, would mentally take notes of what you love for each occasion.
âI promise,â Jisung stops your words for a second, âWe will do them all together.â
There was a time he was caught writing it all down on his phone to which Chenle teased him endlessly, the other Dreamies joining along at their youngest being in love. Itâs not that he will forget the things that make you happy, he just wants to be able to see it all so that he can plan the perfect proposal. They promised to help him with every step when he was ready.Â
Today is that day.
Jaemin tells him that the hinge of the engagement ringâs box would eventually break with how much heâs fiddling with it but itâs the only way he could distract his nervousness.
âMaybe you should recite your speech once more,â Jeno clears his throat, opening the paper in his hand.
âJeno loves Jisung, guys. Look at him,â Haechan teased his same-aged friend. His bear-like friend would chase him around the room and Jisung would be shouting at the two to be aware of the decorations around the room.
You came in through the chaos, the door opening inwards where Haechan stops abruptly to avoid his face smashing against the wood and Jeno back hugged him as a result of that. You peeked behind the door, confused but smiling at the two. Before you could question what was going on, Renjun kicked Haechan out the door and welcomed you in.
âHeâs not prepared for this,â pointing at your boyfriend who hides behind Jaemin. âStay here while I talk to Haechan for ruining this moment.â
But the moment wasnât ruined at all because just looking at how your Pinterest board came into life and the boys slowly giving Jisung the spotlight while you walked down towards him, everything is indeed beautiful and perfect.
âOh wow,â you breathed out, âIt's like my Pinterest came to life.â
Hearing that is the biggest compliment to Jisung who spent hours analysing your saved folders of wedding venue inspirations, trying to find a consistent theme. He gifted the teddy bear on his hand to you, pecking your lips and pulling away with a deep red blush across his cheeks. He readies himself to his rehearsed position after, âWill you marryâŠme?â Endeared by the way you hide your face behind the teddy bear. Yet, your answer is clear without your words.
Just like how he gives you a kiss on the lips with a âYesâ from you and the silver band around your finger that sealed your happily ever after.
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Hiiii!!!!!! Could you please do something with the ateez members reacting to you being able to rap?? Like you memorized lose yourself by Eminem as a kid and they see you slay it at karaoke? Love your work!!!đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°
A/n: Hi!! Love this idea hahaha. So glad ateez isnât actually listening to me rap, cuz I would just humiliate myself lol. I tried to make this as non repetitive as possible, I hope you like it! (Also i literally donât know anything about rap music so bear with me.)
Ateez OT8 reaction to you rapping
Hongjoong
You, Seonghwa, Yeosang and Hongjoong decided to go to karaoke and sing your hearts outs. After 3 shots and 6 songs later, Mackelmore's "Can't hold us" comes on. You stand up abruptly, ready for your moment to shine. You snatch the microphone away from Yeosang and start spitting fire. You're so in the zone that you don't notice Hongjoong's eyes comically bugging out of his head. He blinks slowly and a big smile comes onto his face. Once you're done with the song, Hongjoong spins you around to face him.
"Holy shit babe, we gotta get you in that studio asap."
Seonghwa
"I bet you can't do my verse in bouncy."
Seonghwa challenged you, therefore you had to prove him wrong. You crack your neck, your knuckles and your back dramatically, and flip your hair against his face. He laughs at your antics and sits back to enjoy the show. You absolutely devour his verse, and turn around to give him a smug raise of your eyebrow. "How was that huh?" Seonghwa is stunned and just starts slow clapping for you while you curtsy.
Yunho
Yunho jumps up and down in excitement as you get ready to blow him away. He requested you to do "Lose yourself" by Eminem, and while you're confident in your skills, you worry about Yunho's reaction. You take a deep breath and do the whole song with so much swagger and confidence that Yunho can't keep his happy whoops and cheers in. He turns into your personal hype man and claps with pride once you finish being a rap goddess.
âAgain again again!!!â
Yeosang
"Baby i've never heard you rap before, pleaseeeee please rap for me." Yeosang has been begging you to rap for ages now. Whether it's for making fun of you or to genuinely appreciate your skills, you agree anyways. You pick one of your favorites, "Rap god" by Eminem. As soon as you start, Yeosang's mouth drops open. He makes eye contact with the other guys and just stares at your jumping form in awe. After you're done he picks you up with one arm and holds you like a trophy.
"Presenting to you, the rapper of this generation."
San
You requested âNot like usâ by Kendrick Lamar and you were so prepared. San had never heard you rap before, so he sat down and observed you in interest. Through the first verse, San is already thoroughly impressed. Youâre so into the music you donât look at him until youâre done. You turn around and see that heâs got tears in eyes. âSan are you crying?!â
âSorry babe, my girlfriend is just so talented I couldnât hold it in.â
Mingi
You choose his verse in âTo the beatâ for karaoke, excited to show Mingi. You grab Seonghwa for moral support and you both jump up and down with excitement while spitting bars. Meanwhile, Mingi grabs one of the rings on his own finger and goes down on one knee right behind you. When youâre done and turn around, you yelp in surprise. âMingi oh my god what are you doing?â
âYou thought you could rap like that and not become my wife??â
Wooyoung
âPLEASE PLEASE DO HUMBLE PLEASE.â Wooyoung begs you to do âhumbleâ by Kendrick Lamar and you canât help but accept it. As the first word comes out of your mouth, Wooyoung loses it. He screams and runs to the hallway yelling âTHATS MY GIRLFRIEND EVERYONE.â While you just laugh and continue rapping. (Oh to have Wooyoung be your hypeman bf)
Jongho
âOk Jongho, Iâm gonna rap for you now hehe. Get ready.â Get ready he does indeed. He sits back comfortably and watches intently as you put on âMatzâ by Seonghwa and Hongjoong. You get to the really fast part of Hongjoongâs verse and Jongho canât help the surprise that goes through him. He never knew that you could rap like this. He watches you get so immersed in the song and canât help falling in love with you even more. When youâre done he motions you to go over to him. He pats his thigh once and you obey, settling across his lap.
âYou are full of so many talents my baby.â
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STARSTRUCK â art donaldson
synopsis: as artâs donaldsonâs biggest fan you have to make yourself known to him by any means necessary.
warnings/tags: nsfw under the cut (17+), art x superfan!reader, reader is kinda delulu, p in v sex, public sex, unprotected sex, first time writing smut so be nice i beg đ©, please donât fuck in bathrooms or have unprotected sex,!
art shouldnât even be here right now.
the pr mess that would ensue if he was caught by an eagle eyed fan or the paparazzi was a nightmare that he didnât want to deal with. after all what brand would endorse a player that had been seen attending a club?
the neon sign of the club illuminated the street corner, creating a light purple haze that drew him in like a moth to a flame. new rochelle was a fairly uneventful county and since tashi was away every night doing god knows what, art was desperate to kill some time.
he entered the club in a baseball cap, sunglasses and some sweats, trying to mantain a low profile. but it was hard to be discreet when he was casually adorning a rolex on his wrist, which drew some attention from some patrons with how it caught in the light.
bass filled rap music was blasting through the speakers as art moved his way through the throng of the bodies dancing, grinding and making out in the club.
thankfully no one bothered to pay attention to the random white dude in sweats as he took his spot at the clubâs vip section, sipping on his drink and mindlessly swaying to the beat of the music.
men and women came over to his section, trying to charm and flirt their way into his pants or to get a drink but he wasnât interested at all.
he was pulled out of his thoughts by a tap on his shoulder and his immediate reflex was to say no pictures but when he finally made out who it was his face paled, the blood devoid on his face.
how did you know he was here?
art couldnât believe it.
his number one super-fan aka the head of the so called artnation on twitter and instagram had managed to track him down. honestly he was both super impressed and kind of freaked out but he didnât let it show. what a way to spend to spend a friday night, he thought to himself.
you were everywhere he went: at the meet and greets, the us open, wimbledon, the australia open, his launch parties. every time you met him, you always had that stupid starstruck look in your eyes when ever he signed another piece of memorabilia for you to add to your collection, made you look even more pathetic.
âhow did you find me?â art grumbled, his plans for a quiet booze filled night going down the drain.
what made matters worse was the proximity between you both. you were leaning over him, your boobs practically spilling out of your dress. your voice was a mere whisper, tickling the hairs on his sensitive neck.
god he was a wreck.
âi have my sources.â you replied, not wanting to give
that part was believable. artâs legion of super fans were unreal. whilst some spent their time breaking down the cost of the outfits he wore and some spent their time speculating on his future collaborations, others spent their time tracking his location.
âwellâŠuh it was nice meeting you. again.â art spluttered, looking for the way to end the conversation without sounding like an asshole. âiâve gotta go to the bathroom.â he stood up taking his leave.
âwait up!â you called out after him. you needed to grab his attention for a longer while, you wanted to have a conversation with art that was memorable, something that you two could joke or talk about when you both âranâ into each other next.
âis it true that you and tashi are getting a divorce?â
âwhat?â artâs head spun around so fast that he almost gave himself whiplash.
âwhere the hell do you get off on making up rumours about my wife like that?â his stepped closer to you and you could make out the tick of his jaw underneath the strobe lights. yeah he was pissed.
you sometimes got ahead of yourself and this was one of the times where you low-key felt bad for overstepping boundaries, but in your eyes it was all apart of the fan experience.
what you didnât expect was to be getting fucked by the art donaldson in a dark club bathroom, his fingers stuffed in your mouth so you wouldnât make a sound.
who knew that artâs anger towards your lack of respect for his marriage and privacy would have him end up fucking you in the club bathroom?
the music drowned out your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin as art buried himself inside you, his tip just brushing against your g spot. your dress was bunched up to your hips and your panties were in tatters on the ground.
âhope youâre fucking proud of yourself. all those years of stalking me and my family finally paid off hm?â he groaned against your ear. the way your pussy was milking him dry was enough to send him into a frenzy.
art shouldâve felt bad or even guilty for what he was doing, his wedding ring still being on was a glaring reminder of his promised vows of fidelity but what was a relationship without any secrets?
maybe thats why he was here right now, balls deep inside you. he wanted a secret, something to hold over tashi, drive her insane, make her second guess he ever told her, like he did on that one night in atlanta.
you were too fucked out to respond, your mind becoming hazy with each thrust. you held onto the bathroom wall, desperately attempting to anchor yourself into this reality.
âf-fuck donât stop.â you shuddered as art kept his brutal unforgiving pace, not paying attention to the banging outside the door.
âis that all you gotta say to me?â he grabbed onto your hips, pulling you flush against him so that you now took every inch of his dick. âcâmon i know you got a bigger vocabulary than that.â he teased, rolling his hips into yours watching your jaw go slack as you became drunk on him.
you whined at the sensation, your wet pussy fluttering around him, making his eyes roll back. âplease i-im sorry.â you pleaded, your eyes glossy and filled with lust and need but art wasnât swayed that easily, so he played dumb.
âsorry for what?â he asked, his hands finding your tits, squeezing them as his fingers rolled over your sensitive nipples, eliciting a mewl from you. he wasnât gonna last any longer if your cunt kept him prisoner like this.
âf-for harassing you and invading your privacyâshit!â you groaned out as art started to fuck into you again, leaning forward to give you a sloppy, wet kiss. âthatâs more like it.â art grunted in your ear, feeling his climax soon approaching.
his strokes were more frantic, less controlled as his hips stuttered with each thrust, the coolness of his wedding band against your hips contrasting with the warmth you both felt building up inside of you both. it was literal bliss.
the knot that was finally building up inside of you finally snapped as you came all over his dick with a cry, slumped over his shoulder. his orgasm slowly approached after, as he came all over your dress.
you both stayed like that for a moment as you tried to regain your breath, your hearts beating in tandem with one another.
the passion filled atmosphere dissipated as you were pulled back into reality, the buzz of chatter outside the door, the click-clack sound of heels entering and leaving the bathroom, the smell of weed and cigarette smoke coming from the window.
art looked like he was mentally somewhere else, maybe the weight of his actions finally settled in. tashi didnât look like a woman who could stay with a cheater. you werenât going to wait for him, you already got what you wanted and even more, this night would be enough to satiate you for months.
âyou run to the blogs or the press about this and i swear on everything holy and good that i will sue your ass for every penny that you have. you got that?â he was back to his professional tone that had you weak in the knees before leaving the scene of passion soon after.
sure you spent your days talking about him in fanspaces online, speculating about his life but youâd never let this night of passion be shared online. it was too intimate, too personal. despite its brief nature of your encounter it was what tied you together.
you were apart of his life now, whether the memories of tonight that heâd have were good or terrible, you completed your goal. you left a lasting impression on him and would occupy a space in his mind no matter how many times he tried to forget.
people always say to never meet your idols but maybe theyâve never had the chance to fuck them yet.
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