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𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 & 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
Pairing: Boyfriend!Jake × girlfriend!fem!reader (featuring Sunghoon and Ni-ki)
Synopsis: You and your boyfriend's bandmates decided to surprise your lovely hardworking puppy for his birthday yuuuururrrr yup yup
Genre: teeth rotting fluff, little suggestive ending, jakes birthday!!
𝙈𝙖𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: Happy Birthday Jake Skibidi i love that man... (requests are currently opened) Dont really have much to say since I posted yesterday but.... Ill be making a masterlist soon to organize my fics! ( Sorry for being inactive, I almost quit this morning i was having a moment,...) ENJOY !!!
You couldn’t contain your excitement. Today was Jake’s birthday, and you had something special planned with his closest friends, Sunghoon and Ni-ki. Jake was the type who’d do anything to make his friends happy, so this year, you wanted to make sure his birthday was one he’d never forget.
After a week of whispered phone calls and sneaky planning sessions, everything was finally coming together. You’d rented a cozy rooftop space downtown with fairy lights strung along the railings, a table set with his favorite snacks, and a small corner dedicated to photos of all the memories he’d made with his friends and with you.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, you and Jake’s friends finished up the last-minute details. Ni-ki, as usual, was cracking jokes while struggling with the balloons, while Sunghoon meticulously adjusted the lights, making sure everything looked perfect.
“You guys ready?” you asked, eyeing the setup with a smile.
Sunghoon nodded, taking a step back to survey their work. “He’s going to freak out when he sees this.”
“He’d better,” Ni-ki joked, pretending to wipe sweat from his brow. “After all this effort, he owes us dinner for a year!”
Just as you all shared a laugh, you got a text from Jake. He was on his way, completely oblivious to the surprise waiting for him. The three of you scrambled to hide and take your places, shushing each other as you saw his silhouette coming up the stairs.
Jake opened the door, and as he stepped onto the rooftop, everyone jumped up and yelled, “SURPRISE!”
He froze, his eyes wide as he took in the scene. The fairy lights cast a warm glow, illuminating the table piled with his favorite treats and the wall of photos filled with moments of him laughing, goofing around, and sharing memories with his closest friends.
“Y/N? Sunghoon? Ni-ki?” he stammered, looking around in awe. “You guys… did all this?”
You stepped forward, beaming. “Happy Birthday, Jake! We wanted to make sure today was as amazing as you are.”
Jake's gaze softened, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “I don’t know what to say. This is… incredible.”
Ni-ki nudged him playfully. “Come on, Jake, don’t get too sappy. This rooftop rental wasn’t cheap!”
Everyone burst into laughter as Sunghoon handed him a small party hat. “Put it on,” he insisted, grinning. “Birthday boy rules.”
Jake obliged, chuckling as he let his friends shower him in confetti and hand him snacks. Eventually, he made his way over to the photo wall, his fingers brushing over the snapshots.
“Where did you find all of these?” he asked, his voice filled with nostalgia.
Sunghoon smirked, exchanging a knowing glance with you. “It wasn’t easy, but Y/N and I managed to dig some up from your old albums. Turns out, you have a lot of embarrassing baby photos.”
Jake turned to you, chuckling softly, his eyes shining. “I can’t believe you did all of this.”
“Of course I did,” you replied, stepping closer. “You’re worth every second of planning.”
As the night wore on, the four of you shared stories, laughed until your sides hurt, and reminisced about all the adventures you’d had together. Jake couldn’t stop smiling, his eyes lighting up every time he looked around at his friends.
Later, as the others gathered on the far side of the rooftop to argue over the playlist, Jake turned to you, his voice soft. “This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”
Your heart fluttered, and you looked up at him, feeling the warmth in his gaze. “I’m just glad you’re happy, Jake.”
He gave you a shy smile, his hand finding yours. “I am. And it’s all because of you.”
The two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s warmth under the glow of the fairy lights, making a memory that you both knew you’d cherish forever.
The rooftop was quiet now, the fairy lights casting a soft glow over the scattered decorations as you and Jake stood side by side, watching the city lights below. Sunghoon and Ni-ki had just left, leaving you and Jake alone. You felt a flutter in your chest – the kind that only happened when it was just the two of you, sharing a quiet moment.
“Tonight was… perfect,” he murmured, his voice low. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining as he pulled you closer.
You looked up at him, your heart racing as you took in the soft look in his eyes. "I’m glad you had fun. You deserve it, Jake.”
He smiled, his gaze dropping to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy. And I think it’s mostly because of you.”
You swallowed, the intensity of his gaze making your skin tingle. The air between you felt charged, his thumb softly tracing circles on the back of your hand.
Jake gently lifted your chin, his face only inches from yours. "Thank you… for everything tonight." His voice was barely a whisper as he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against yours. The kiss was slow, tender, his hand finding the small of your back and pulling you close.
The world seemed to melt away as his hands slipped around your waist, his warmth wrapping around you like a blanket. His lips moved with yours, gentle at first but growing more insistent as he deepened the kiss. You felt your knees weaken as he pressed you back gently against the rail, his hands framing your face.
Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. "I could get used to this," he murmured, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
You laughed softly, a little breathless. “Who says you have to stop?”
His eyes darkened, and his arms tightened around you. “Good,” he whispered, pulling you into another kiss, this time slower, more lingering – the kind of kiss that promised a night you’d both remember.
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Torn Apart
so um ya'll my Third postttt. kindly like it and reblog it you can always send requesttss and dm to be tagged.also those who liked and read my first and my second post thank youuuu appreciate yoau all. please do the same for this one also. also i am open to opiniond itd finr. thankk uuu hope you like it.
summary-Jake and you have been dating for 5 years. Jake proposed to you and you said yes. Jake and you have been married to you for 5 years. Jake's company took off 2years ago. Since then you were his trophy wife. He loved you but was a workaholic and didn't pay attention to you.
pairing- wife y/n x workaholic jake
warnings- angst,pet names etc. (tell me if theres more)
genre-angst
"You always do this! When was the last time you held me in your arms???? when was the last time you looked at me with love, lust, appreciation?!" "I am sick of this Jake, I am sick of us,I am sick you always ignoring me, I am sick of you Jake.I thought we meant more to you, I thought I meant more to you." Her voice breaking down. No y/n you can't break down in front of him. don't "Jake, I can't deal with you anymore. Get your priorities straight, Get your head in the game." "Jake, I think we should now let go of each other. I tried my best. but I can't anymore.I love you but us is not working anymore" Upon hearing this, Jake enveloped Y/n in his embrace. "Honey? You didn't mean that right?" breaking into tears. "Please tell me you didn't" "Yes I did Jake leave me." Y/n's voice echoed through their penthouse. Jake went down on his knees. Hugging her. "please don't. I am sorry. I know I messed up big time. But the power, work,greed, being the best got to me I got lost. I didn't realize this." "No Jake, this is not the first anniversary you forgot. But I have had enough of this Bullshit. I have had enough of you." Her voice as cold as ice. "Prinecessa, I can't imagine me without you. I don't know what I am without you. I can't imagine my life without you. Please, hermosa. I promise to quit if you want anything. please don't." Hugging her as closely as possible. "Please leave me Jake, my lawyer will send the divorce papers over. It was nice to be with you. farewell Jake. Hope work treats you well." "Princess, look at me. I will leave you if you want me to but look into my eyes and say this." Y/n looked at Jake's face. Puffy red rimmed eyes. Tear streeked cheeks. "Yes, Jake leave me." her voice devoid of any emotion. Jake let go off her. "Princess remember I ain't giving up on us. I ain't letting go of you. I love you and always will." "I will make you mine again hermosa even if i have to beg or leave my career. Give up everything. I will not let go off you. I love you. I want to rectify my mistake and do better. I love you princess I can't let go off my precious. I can't afford to loose you. You are everything to me princess. I Love you. I ain't giving up on us." "Bye Jake." With that Y/n left Jake alone in his penthouse. Jake broke down into tears again. Chanting her name madly. Determined to bring her back to him.
@unforgivenntired @unforgivenn @ash-reh @noeul-whumpppss @noeul-whumpppssssss1234
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Hey, if your requests are still open, could you please do a sf9 reaction where they are out with some friends and with them there's also a friend of friends which is the reader and they never met before but they don't know the boys are famous and so they treat them as normal people?
Hello Lovely <3 I hope this is what you wanted xx
SF9 Reaction: When you don't know them
Youngbin meets you through friends at a small get together. You begin chatting and he realises how much you both have in common. When you ask him what he does for a living he finds himself smiling and awkwardly looking at his feet. He finds it incredibly cute that you don't recognise him and tells you he works in music management, not really wanting to give himself away. As you spend more time talking together, he eventually asks for your number and invites you on a date where he plans to open up more about his job.
When you both meet at a birthday dinner for a mutual friend, he finds himself inwardly laughing when you ask for his name upon being seated next to him. He can't help but feel drawn to you and keeps dropping not so subtle hints as to who he is. Eventually your friend pulls you to one side and pulls up Inseong's details on the internet to save you from further embarrassment as you were the only clueless one at the table. You find yourself apologising several times and telling him you enjoy his music. A few days later he builds up the courage to ask the friend for your number as he can't seem to get you out of his mind.
Jaeyoon can tell by the look on your face when you're introduced to each other that you have no idea who he is, so he ends up deciding to run with it. He is the type to make up an elaborate story about being a lion tamer or racing car driver and enjoy the cute/shocked look on your face. He finds you so innocent and adorable that he can't keep himself away from you. Eventually when someone else joins the conversation and asks him about his groups comeback, it eventually clicks in your mind who he is. You apologise profusely and he just waves it off as nothing. Definitely will ask if you want to make it up to him though by allowing him to take you out and how could you say no to that face.
You reach out to shake his hand and ask for his name after being introduced and his eyes grow to be the size of saucers. Dawon will laugh at first thinking its a joke but eventually will realise you're being serious. Ends up taking you by the hand to the nearest table and passing you a headphone before putting the other in his ear. Makes you listen to several songs and feels proud when you recognise some. Tells you that you need to meet up regularly for more SF9 lessons, but really just wants to spend more time with you.
Zuho's group means everything to him and he is so proud to be apart of it. When the two of you meet for the first time, he is shocked when you don't know who he is. He seems like he would take it quite personally so you end up in a long discussion about SF9's discovery and you can't help but smile and how cute and passionate he is when he explains it all to you. He continues to discuss it whilst walking you home and the only way to stop him from talking is to kiss him.
Everyone's eyes are on him when he enters his friends open day party for their new clothing store. You see alot of people taking pictures and asking for autographs. You however slink into the corner having no idea who he is and racking for brain for ideas. Your friend would introduce you both and you find yourself asking what he does for a living...best to be upfront instead of pretending to know. You see his eyes widen a little before a smile settles on his face. Once he explains who he is, he realises that you haven't gone into a fan girl moment like alot of people do upon meeting him. Spends the rest of the evening hovering around you and finding himself jealous when another man approaches you. After you break away from others to get yourself a drink, he would be super open and ask you out on a date.
Taeyang is another one who would be open about his career when you first meet. He isn't too shocked you don't recognise him but he definitely uses the opportunity to get to know you more whilst explaining about himself. By the end of the night you are both entrapped in a discussion about music, movies and the meaning of life. His softness and warmth makes you feel a sense of comfort you didn't know existed. It will be you who makes the first move by passing him your number and kissing him on the cheek before quickly leaving the venue. Safe to say you already have your next several dates planned together.
Hwiyoung would enter your friends birthday party looking all cool and dripping with confidence. Confidence which is knocked when you ask for his name. He can't work out whether your joking or being serious so would just stare at you blinking waiting for you to waiver. Eventually once he has gotten over the small shock he explains who he is and can't help but feel butterflies in his stomach when you recognise their newest song. Hints heavily about you coming to a concert they were having and takes your number to send you the details, whilst secretly planning to ask the group on how he can ask you out properly.
Nothing really fazes Chani so he's not in complete shock when you don't recognise him at an art show held by your friend. He can come off as quite distant and you're not quite sure why at first. Chani would be quite happy to let you talk and get to know you better before dropping the bomb that he's a famous singer and actor. Would awkwardly ask you out and pass you his number before turning on his heel and leaving you stood there dumbfounded.
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kinktober masterlist
hello everyone! this is my first time doing kinktober/posting on tumblr so please forgive me if my writing isn't up to par but thank you for reading and feel free to send me any requests!
warnings ⚠️: every story will have smut ! (18+)
day 1: need you | jooheon (monsta x) | - free use/cockwarming/dumification
day 2: cum for me | hwiyoung (sf9) | - cunnilingus/squirting/nipple sucking
day 3: worth the wait | changkyun (monsta x) | - edging/orgasm denial
day 4: right here | heeseung (enhypen) | - public sex
day 5: stuff me full | jake (enhypen) | - breeding kink
day 6: size kink
day 7:
day 8:
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i dont know if this counts as one headcannon au (maybe it’s a scenario, if it is then you can just do one member!) but can you explain(?) how the sf9 members have seggs in the dorm? (like the timing and where the other members are and how it is, etc)
Okay so I know that Rowoon and Juho live alone, separately. Inseong & Dawon live in one dorm with another person, manager I think. Youngbin + Jaeyoon + roommate in one room, Taeyang + Hwiyoung + roommate in another and Chani has his own room I think in the other new dorm.
Absolutely chill. Doesn't mind being walked on cause he's too horny and you're just too hot 😏. Also lowkey is ready to invite another person if you're up for it.
Rowoon, Zuho, Dawon
Kinda shy shy to have sex with other people in the same house but if he's in the mood nothing can stop him. Will scream and throw things if someone walks in lol.
Jaeyoon, Hwiyoung
Does not at all like the idea of having sex at his place but is down to have sex at yours cause for some reason that's less embarassing? Lol.
Youngbin, Yoo Taeyang
Nope, never, too shy to have sex in the dorms but will book a room in a fancy hotel every weekend to spend time with you aka fuck you till you physically canNOT move anymore
Chani, Inseong
#sf9#youngbin#inseong#jaeyoon#dawon#rowoon#zuho#yoo taeyang#hwiyoung#chani#sf9 smut#sf9 x reader#sf9 reactions#sf9 x reader smut#sf9 headcanons#kpop smut
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Not A Competition (Maybe) ✧ l.jy & b.jh
Pairing: Lee Jaeyoon x f!reader x Baek Juho Genre: smut Summary: It's hard having two hot best friends because sometimes you just can't choose - and sometimes you don't have to. Not that it makes things any easier when they have a challenge to settle. Word count: 4.9k Warnings: oral (f and m receiving), dry humping
If someone told you the plans you had for tonight few months ago, you’d laugh in their face. But as you stand in front of the mirror and check your appearance, you can’t help but feel excited. The feeling thrums under your skin and threatens to invade your mind and set it on one and only track… which is bound to happen sooner rather than later anyway.
You hate to be yet another example of how men and women can’t be just friends - because they can - but sometimes it just doesn’t end there. And who could blame you with friends like yours?
You’ve known Jaeyoon and Juho for most of your life. They are your closest and most trusted friends. You’d die for them. And apparently, you’d also spread your legs for them - a fun fact you’ve all come to find some time back while playing a drunken game of spin the bottle.
Who’s idea was that anyway?
Not that it matters - the result stays the same: you, waiting in your room for them to let themselves into your home and find you, already impatient to see them, touch them, feel them, all in such a new context.
"Oh you naughty, naughty girl," Juho growls into your ear, his hands possessively gripping your hips. You jump, you’ve not heard him enter. Despite your impatience, one look at the clock tells you he's early - and he’s not the only one.
There’s a whistle and your eyes shoot up, meeting Jaeyoon’s. He’s smirking, nothing like his usual sweet smile - now there’s a predatory quality to the expression as he takes in your barely covered body.
While this has been on the table for some time now, you haven’t quite expected it happening anytime soon, much less today. You'd think there would be a special occasion, something you could expect and prepare for days in advance. Not an exchange of nervous but heated glances and agreement to meet at yours after work. Then again, you don’t think you’d ever be really prepared.
You squeeze your thighs together. It doesn’t escape either of their attention, what with the pathetic excuse for coverage you’re wearing.
“So that’s what you’ve been doing in the mall alone,” he wonders aloud, stepping closer to inspect the white lace under your breasts, "I let you out of my sight for a second and this happens…"
It was meant to be a surprise and an experiment. It was surprisingly hard to shake off Juho during your little outing just days prior, but your effort seems to have paid off. You’ve had a feeling at least one of them would appreciate it, even if you haven’t really planned for… well, honestly all of this, still in denial. At least you can now compare their reactions in real time.
The whole lingerie set is white and lacy and most importantly - transparent. There are a few straps around your hips and thighs. Although you doubt they’ll survive the night with how rough Juho’s playing with them already, pulling on them until they’re about to snap. Jaeyoon meanwhile drinks you in and you can see the lust clouding his gaze as he steps closer but doesn’t touch you just yet. You want him to.
“Surprise?” you smile at him while melting into the younger man’s touch. Juho presses your back against his front and you feel how hard he’s getting against the curve of your ass. It’s flattering. His hands stroke your front, thumbs running along the line of your pelvis but the rest of his fingers creep dangerously close to your core.
Jaeyoon’s hands don’t stay off your body for too long either. His hand hovers over your barely covered nipples until one slender finger touches your skin and begins circling around the sensitive nub. You gasp, arching into his touch. You haven’t expected you’d be this sensitive and that the lace and his gentle touch would feel so good. His free hand grips your neck, pushing you more into Juho’s chest. The black haired man hums in satisfaction, nibbling on your ear. His fingers inch closer to your center where you need them but Jaeyoon stops him before he can touch you there.
“Do you think we can make her cum without taking these off?” he wonders aloud, smirking at the shock that flashes across your face.
Juho caresses your lace-covered abdomen, so close yet so far from where you need him, and you feel the smirk in his voice. “I don't care, but I bet I can make her cum better than you - clothes or not.”
You wanna tell him that there was no mention of a competition - because there was not. Because you know how competitive they can get under the right circumstances. You silently plead with Jaeyoon, too caught off guard to give him your best puppy eyes but you know he knows what you want to tell him.
“You’re on,” he smirks at his friend over your shoulder and, as if mocking you, kisses your forehead. He doesn’t pull away, instead he leans closer. His thumb flicks over your nipple and he shushes you when you softly moan. “You know we’ll treat you right, don’t you?”
You nod immediately. You trust them both, and you know that they wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you or put you into (too much) distress.
“Use your words, baby,” Juho’s voice rumbles right next to your ear. His fingers tease over the flimsy fabric, only ever barely brushing against your slit before they retreat again. “We’ll need you to speak tonight. It’s important and we can’t read your mind.”
“Let us hear you,” Jaeyoon whispers into your skin. As if to give you the space to think about it, his hands fall to your waist while Juho’s settle on your hips. Before they can step away too, you reach out for both of them, pulling them back close by their clothes. You lick your lips.
“I know, I trust you - both of you,” you nod again, smiling first at the man in front of you and then turning your head back, “I want this too. Just be gentle?”
“We always spoil you,” Juho pouts, propping his chin on your shoulder. He pulls you back to his body. Only now do you process the difference between your almost naked state and the fully clothed them.
“You’re in good hands,” Jaeyoon confirms, cupping your cheek and rubbing the apple of it with his thumb, “We already said we’d take good care of you.”
“Really? ‘Cause all I heard was I’d be the victim of your competition,” you quirk a brow at him. The man behind you chuckles and presses his lips to the side of your neck. It catches you off guard, again, and makes you gasp. The brunette in front of you takes full advantage of it as his hand slides down to your jaw and he teases your lower lip with his thumb. He leaves it there even as you lick it with the tip of your finger.
“Not a victim, more like the prize,” he corrects and Juho behind you hums in agreement, “If you enjoy it, you might let us do it again, right?”
You hate him and his stupid grin. Hate the way his cheeks make it look so cute as if he isn’t about to keep you up all night - and share you with one of his best friends. Then again, putting it that way might be unfair to Juho, who has about the same virtually non-existent claim on you as Jaeyoon does.
“I mean it, Jae,” you say and they both turn their attention to what you’re saying, alarmed by the badly hidden urgency in your voice, “You can do what you want, just don’t push me too far.”
It’s a strange feeling, to be hugged and held by two men at the same time, but you also find that it’s comforting. These are your friends, after all, and they always will be - regardless of what’s going to happen in the next couple hours.
“We just told you,” one of them says, and you’re ashamed to admit that you’re too distracted by their reassuring touches to identify the voice, “We’ll take good care of you.”
And then you’re pulled and pushed, all so gently like they’re just a breeze guiding your body, on the bed. You fall down, cushioned by Jaeyoon’s body under yours. Juho’s hot on your back, holding himself above both of you. Your thighs squeeze around Jaeyoon’s body. Maybe you like being caged in, being crowded by the two of them. If Juho didn’t notice the twitch of your body, Jaeyoon’s smirk told him everything he needed to know. When he dips his head down and his breath fans over your neck, you know you’re in trouble as shivers shake your entire body.
“What a nice position you've gotten yourself into,” Juho taunts. His hands come to your hips and help you straddle his friend properly. You bite down on your lip when your core brushes against Jaeyoon’s bulge. The man himself admires your body with hooded eyes. His hands slide up your thighs. Before you can do much, Juho’s grip tightens and he guides your movements. You curse under your breath. The rough denim feels so good in combination with your silky lingerie, and the deep breath the man under you takes makes you want to be in control. You want to play with him like they plan to play with you.
“Getting ahead of ourselves, are we?” Juho tsks, gently slowing down your efforts.
“Oh, come on,” you groan, rolling your eyes, “Look at him. Tell me you don’t want to tease him.”
He gives you an unimpressed look - much like the disbelieving scoff that leaves Jaeyoon’s lips.
“Not really,” Juho shrugs, “But I want to see you have fun. Let me help.”
This time it's the brunette who's surprised. You’re allowed to move as you want and you use it against the older male. His hands grip your thighs tighter while Juho’s lips attach to your neck. You grind against Jaeyoon’s crotch with his friend’s help. His hands push your hips down, adding pressure - and pleasure - from time to time, driving you crazy. Maybe, just maybe, you’re starting to get a little needier than you expected you would because suddenly the idea of them taking turns with you the whole night doesn't sound quite so bad.
Jaeyoon’s fingers massage the flesh of your thighs in a vain attempt to ground himself. It's not near enough stimulation to ground his hips into yours but it’s obvious that it's enough for you - and honestly that's hotter than he would admit. He loves watching as you try to quieten your moans without any success. And knowing he doesn't even have to get naked to make you soaked on his cock boosts his ego immensely. Your breathing turns into stuttering gasps as your climax approaches and an almost ticklish sensation spreads through your body.
Your fingers twitch and tighten in Jaeyoon’s shirt. Juho sucks mark after mark on your neck and you find you like it. You want him to mark you and make you his, and you want to demand that Jaeyoon covers those marks with his own. You whimper at the thought, grounding your hips against his without caring about anything but making yourself come. They help you through it, Jaeyoon by stroking your thighs and bucking his hips against yours and Juho showers you with praise and his thumbs draw comforting circles on your overstimulated skin. It's only when you get your breathing under control that they talk.
“So that’s a pretty good one for me, right?” the smirk is unconcealable in Juho’s voice.
“I think our pretty girl came on my cock, so that one’s on me - what do you think?” Jaeyoon turns their attention to you. You groan, allowing your body to slump forward and rest on his chest.
“This again?” you sigh, your mind still reeling from your orgasm and the overwhelming feeling of your friend’s hard cock pressed snuggly against your core.
“Why not?” he chuckles, tapping your ass playfully.
“Why yes?” you counter.
“Whoever gets more orgasms out of you gets to keep you?” Juho jokes, and even though his voice is anything but serious, you can’t help the way your body reacts.
“Oh?” Jaeyoon laughs when he feels you squirm on his lap.
“Shut up,” you punch his shoulder, but before you can tell him off, you’re being lifted and thrown on the bed next to him. You squeal, unused to this kind of treatment from their side.
Turns out they won’t have mercy on you now that they’ve apparently decided to roll with the joke and apparently turn it into today’s concept.
“Wait! Ju-” you’re too late when you finally notice Juho kneeling in front of the bed, pulling your body towards him. Your mind blanks out when he licks through your folds covered by the soaked-through excuse for fabric you’re wearing.
“That was a pretty sound,” Jaeyoon coos, turning on his side to lay next to you. He fixes your hair - a completely pointless gesture but whatever, his fingers feel nice as they brush against your scalp.
“And she’s delicious too,” Juho hums, licking his lips before diving in again. You feel how drenched your panties are, getting wetter by the second with his saliva. You whimper, one hand fisting in his hair and the other, unsurprisingly, in Jaeyoon’s shirt. At least before he takes your hand and brings it to his lips. If his goal was to make you lose your mind, he’s succeeding. The animalistic hunger with which Juho’s devouring your cunt is balanced by the tenderness of Jaeyoon’s lips on your skin.
The man between your thighs attacks your clit with deadly precision. If only there wasn’t the fabric in the way of his passionate assault. Juho doesn’t seem to mind it too much, though. Actually, it seems to be the opposite. His teeth tug at the flimsy piece, teasing at how easily it could be ripped apart. Like he can’t get enough of the faux innocence.
“Take it off,” you beg. You go as far as easing your grip on his hair for the sake of running your fingers through it instead. He likes when you do that - hopefully enough to listen to you now. He chuckles, suckling on your covered clit just to make you whine and trash around as much as Jaeyoon and his own hold allow you.
“Where would be the fun in that? And there’s the challenge too,” he scolds, leaving a trail of wet, messy kisses on your inner thigh. You wanna tell him exactly where they can both stick their fucking competition. And you want to tell them (again) that you’re not some kind of toy they can just use to boost their egos… but Juho’s tongue is very persuasive. You hate it as much as you love it.
Whatever smart remark you had prepared gets drowned out by your moans as he swipes his tongue side-to-side on your clit, flicks it with the tip of his wet muscle. And even those sounds get muffled when Jaeyoon crashes his lips against yours. You kiss him back eagerly, letting him swallow all your cries. He sucks on your tongue while Juho does so on your clit and it’s so good it makes tears well up in your eyes.
It’s a little surprising that Juho’s as skilled with his tongue on your pussy as he is when he’s spitting raps. He licks long stripes, wiggling the muscle along your slit and dragging the fabric along the line of each movement, before shifting his attention on your clit with gentle short flicks of his tongue. It makes your toes curl and eyes shut close, your breathing gets erratic and you fidget with your hands - you want to both push him away and pull him closer. You want to mark Jaeyoon’s chest with your nails, leave scratches for everyone to see and wonder.
That’s when Juho returns to the long and slow licks and you moan. It’s a pattern now, he’s been toying with you for what feels like eternity and if his smirk is any indication, he’s pretty proud of himself too. You want to pull his hair and force him to make you come again. Jaeyoon seems impatient for his turn to do a number on you too, but even so he’s not helping. Asshole. You wanna mock him for settling with basically fucking your mouth with his tongue but you don’t. Your mouth is full. You can’t really speak.
Your breathing calms again now that Juho’s allowing you to catch your breath but the moaning still lingers at the end of each sigh that’s allowed to get past your lips. You cry out when he suddenly sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth again.
“I think she likes my mouth more,” Juho purrs, licking his wet lips. He pulls away, head resting against your inner thigh. He looks as smug as you’ve ever seen him. You’re about to tell him off when you feel a single finger circle the fabric covering your entrance. You moan his name. How could you miss that he’s about to do that? You won’t last like this, not with how his thumb is expertly rubbing circles on your abused clit.
“Just wait when I have my way with her,” Jaeyoon growls, his hand slides up from your waist and gropes at your chest and he twists your lace-covered nipple and - fuck you need someone inside you right now and you don’t care which one it’s going to be.
“Please,” you beg, swallowing the rest of your words so you don’t choke on them or saliva as Juho’s finger pushes in as much as the material of your panties allows. Who the fuck came up with keeping you in the ligerie? You’re going to strangle him.
“Just a little more, you can cum for me, right?” his voice drops lower while he watches your twitching form in awe. Reduced to a teary-eyed mess by his tongue and fingers. Your thighs are spasming around him and not even the distraction Jaeyoon provides by kissing you breathless and playing with your tits can take your full attention off him. It’s an addictive feeling.
“M-more,” you demand and it’s such a cute view that he indulges you. His lips wrap around your clit again and it’s not long before you’re trying to suffocate him with your thighs, jerking away from his hungry mouth. You’re chanting his name, your hand threatens to tear a bald spot on his scalp but he doesn’t mind at all. It’s cute how easily he can overstimulate you as a revenge. Only when you start babbling softly and pushing him away does he relent and pulls away.
He lies down on the other side of you and is immediately pulled into a kiss that tastes like you on your tongue. Jaeyoon rubs his hands along your sides and arms, his head resting in the crook of your neck. He’s so warm, a grounding presence with all his tender touches.
“You still okay?” he asks, nosing along your throat.
“Yeah,” you laugh breathily, “We only just started, right?” Despite saying that, you do feel the effect they have on your body - your waning strength and patience, and still your growing curiosity and insatiability.
“Don’t say that twice,” Juho warns, pushing his lips against yours in a rough kiss. Jaeyoon meanwhile pulls away to move you higher on the bed so that he could place himself between your thighs once he rids himself of his clothes.
You don’t have much time to admire his perfectly sculpted body or his angry red cock before he slaps it against your clit and lies it down between your folds. He gives you a mean smirk.
“N-no, no, please,” you wanna cry and you wanna punch him. Maybe you should’ve expected this.
Jaeyoon only shushes you as he pulls on the fabric of your ruined panties and pushes them to the side so he can slide his cock right inside. He rubs the head of his cock on your swollen clit. Honestly, he also wants to just fuck into you finally - you’re so wet, and he knows he’d fill you up so good, you’d fit so right around his cock. But there will be enough time for that later.
“Jae, honey, please,” you turn to begging again and your wet eyes are almost enough to make him give you what you both want. Juho and his challenging smirk ruins it all for you, however.
“Just one more, baby,” Jaeyoon promises, stroking up and down your thighs, “Just one more and we’ll give you what you want.”
“Yeah?” you have to cling to the hope he’s not lying or you’ll really lose it. Jaeyoon smiles, his eyes briefly meeting Juho’s, before he looks at you and nods.
“Promised we’d spoil you,” Juho reassures, his fingers stroking along your jaw and neck, “You just have to wait for it.”
Waiting is the last thing you want to do. Your patience is thinning fast and they’re not helping.
First there’s Juho and his fingers that caress all over your sensitive throat and sometimes accidentally brush against your lips and pull away before you can do anything. And then, of course, there’s Jaeyoon. Jaeyoon and his stupid heavy, hot, leaking cock dripping all over your folds and into your already soaked underwear.
You feel his every pulsing vein, each of the ridges an explosion of pleasure. He ruts his hips into yours and he’s barely keeping his grunts at bay. His hands are all over you, squeezing, grabbing. How come you still don’t have enough? If you were left to your own devices, you’d have long since finished the, let’s say, session. But trapped between these two, you want more. Always more. Maybe you really are greedy.
“Jae, fuck,” you cry out as he purposely teases your entrance with his cock, “Please, need it bad.”
“Begging won’t help, baby,” he chuckles, “Cum for me and I’ll consider it.”
“Ju…” you change your tactic immediately. That earns you a switch from teasing your gushing hole back to your clit. He sets his jaw, the only sign he’s affected as much as you are, even if you’re more vocal about it.
“What is it, love?” the man next to you asks, purring right into your ear. The nickname makes you whimper and clench around nothing.
You reach for him, for the hem of his shirt before sliding your hand lower. You palm him through his pants, bucking your hips into Jaeyoon’s when he curses. He’s as hot and heavy in your hand as Jaeyoon is between your legs. Your mouth waters and you muster enough strength to turn your head and look him in the eyes. In the next second, his lips are on yours and you moan into the kiss.
“Calm down, shit,” Jaeyoon pushes your hips back down where you’ve arched from the bed. He holds you steady and keeps grinding against you. The friction is perfect and everything you could ask for - but you want more. You don’t care about your climax, you just want something - someone - inside of you. And since Jaeyoon’s made it clear he won’t give you what you want…
“Ju… I need you,” you bat your lashes at him, leaning closer to kiss the man slowly, deeply.
“Give out pretty baby what she wants,” the man teasing you acknowledges with a scoff.
“But can she handle it?” Juho wonders aloud against your lips.
“Yeah, please, I can, please,” you’re nearly whimpering, because with every little sound your dearest friend jerks his hips up and makes sparks of pleasure dance all over your skin. It’s so cruel of him; the way he lets his cock slip down to your entrance, to gather your wetness on the head of his dick without putting it in like you fucking asked, before he returns to humping your drenched cunt and panties.
“Give it to her,” Jaeyoon coos, but there’s a strain in his voice, “She asked so nicely.”
“That she did,” Juho purrs, kissing you one last time. You chase after his lips once he pulls away. He’s not going far though, merely getting up to quickly pull off his clothes. You lick your lips, eyes glued to the glistening tip of his cock.
It’s not long before you’re trying to squirm out of Jaeyoon’s hold and crawl over to Juho’s lap. But the former holds you steady and close and doesn’t stop his abuse on your cunt - much to your pleasure because you don’t want to get away from the stimulation. Juho doesn’t have to say a word for you to part your lips and suck his length into his mouth once he gets within your reach.
“Impatient,” he hisses, his hand fisting in your hair and holding you still.
“Can you blame her? Don’t you hear how wet she is?” as if to prove his point, Jaeyoon presses his hand atop your wet panties and a loud squelching sound can be heard through the room. You feel your face turn red with shame, but the only place you can hide is Juho’s body. So you impale yourself deeper even if he’s about to pull your hair out.
“Yeah, fuck, her mouth ’s good,” he slurs and if you looked up, you could appreciate the pretty way his eyelashes flutter and his jaw hangs open. If only Jaeyoon would stop blinding you with mind-numbing pleasure.
He doesn’t. And you suck on Juho’s dick with each sharp thrust of his friend’s hips. You feel the thighs of the man in front of you tremble under your hands and you plead with him, forcing yourself to open your eyes despite the few tears slipping out, to let go. He curses when it registers what you’re asking for. The vibrations of your desperate whines go straight into his dick. He’s more than ready, excited, to oblige.
With one of your friends fucking your mouth and the other rutting between your folds and teasing your clit, you’re on cloud nine. Your brain is turning into mush. Jaeyoon makes you feel so good and in turn you’re happy to spread the pleasure. Although with the way Jaeyoon’s dick is twitching between your panties and your wetness, he’s far from unaffected. And Juho’s so heavy and fits so perfectly into your mouth that you wanna cry. Maybe you do, all you know is you’re suckling on him and that he’s pushing himself into your throat with deep grunts.
Yet your body keeps trying to escape the pleasure. It’s too much and you want more but you’re also too stimulated, it’s too much too fast. And still not enough. You feel the muscles of your abdomen tightening, the tension rising until it snaps.
You don’t hear Juho’s rushed swearing and growls as you swallow and choke around him, nor do you notice how fast Jaeyoon pulls away while he’s still able to stop. For a while, you feel nothing at all except the waves of your high washing over you, leaving you spent. There’s your own deafening heartbeat in your ears, white spots dancing across your vision, your skin feels on fire. The only relief is something cold passing over your stomach and chest that carefully avoids your sensitive breasts.
It’s Jaeyoon’s hand, you find once you come to.
“Hey, lovely,” he smiles at you. He’s lying by your side again, Juho mirroring his position on your other side. It’s honestly the best place you’ve ever found yourself in, between your two pretty best friends. You feel Juho’s fingers in your hair and you lean into his touch gratefully.
“Hey,” you hum, turning your head back to Jaeyoon to give him a long kiss. Then you turn to the other side and repeat the process with Juho.
Their hands caress, their movements slow and comforting. Both of them carefully avoid any sensitive areas so as not to overstimulate you. The kisses they give are soft and gentle too, their tongues soothing over your tender lips. It makes you feel safe, cared for, which you suppose is their goal after all.
“Had fun?” Juho asks, pecking your lips once more. You nod with another happy sound and sigh. “Who made you cum better?”
You roll your eyes, heaving a long, exasperated sound. “No comment.”
They laugh, reassuring you that they can wait for you to consider it, let it all settle in your mind. But as they talk, something else bubbles up in your brain.
“But you didn’t…” you frown, looking between the two of them. They share a look and smirk. You’re not sure if the goosebumps on your arms are because of excitement or worry.
“Oh, baby,” Jaeyoon coos, and Juho finishes the sentence: “Did you think we’re finished? We’re just giving you a little timeout so you don’t break.”
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Ateez Choi San — Safe Habor
Genre: SMUT (mdni / 18+), angst, fluff, strangers to lovers au
Pairing: Attorney! San x CEO! Reader (fem)
Word Count: 22.5k
Warnings/content: divorce topics, reader is framed for drug possession and distribution, domestic violence by reader's ex (very brief scene), mentions of a failing marriage, lack of support from parents, please note that the reader's ex husband in this story is a random name I made up and so are other names in his story other than ateez, court battles, restraining order, reader gets arrested, driving under strong emotion, making out, breast play, dry humping, hand job, oral sec (f receiving) / cunnilingus, fingering, clit play, vaginal penetration, protected sex (pill), multiple orgasms, praising, pet names (sweetheart, baby), sorry if I missed anything else!
You stand in front of the large windows of your penthouse, gazing out at the city skyline. The lights from the buildings in the distance flicker like stars, but tonight they bring you no comfort like they usually did.
The weight on your shoulders has been growing heavier with each passing day, pressing down on you until it's nearly suffocating.
The argument you had with your husband, Baek Jaeyoon, echoed in your mind— his awful words were sharp, cutting, and so very dismissive. He’d once made you believe in the possibility of a partnership, a marriage of equals, but now you see it was an illusion, one carefully crafted by him and your family.
You never wanted to marry so early in the relationship, especially not for convenience, for business. But your family’s expectations were clear: Jaeyoon was the right choice, the only choice, a perfect match simply because his family was as wealthy as yours.
Sure, you liked him. You even dated him for a couple of months before your family said it’s time to get married. Yet, the more time passed, the more you realized you were just another asset in a long line of acquisitions for him. The love you once tried to cultivate has wilted away, leaving behind a barren landscape of resentment and pain.
Tonight, you finally admit it to yourself—after a year of being his wife, this marriage is over.
Your heart clenches with the thought, but there’s a quiet strength within you. The decision is terrifying, yes, but also liberating. You’re not just doing this for yourself; you’re doing it to reclaim the life you’ve lost in the process.
You’re Y/N— the CEO of one of the biggest furniture companies in the nation, Saturn & Co. — a woman who has built her career and reputation on her own terms. You’ve faced hostile takeovers and boardroom battle. Surely, you can handle this.
But you know you’ll need help, someone who can guide you through the legal labyrinth that awaits. You first think of Hongjoong, your longtime friend, a friend you've known all your life.
Hongjoong comes from a lawyer family that has been in this field for generations. His father was a very reputed attorney, now retired, who helped many wealthy clients win their legal battles. His father became friends with your father during their college days and are still very close to this day, so it's no surprise that you and Hongjoong became great friends too. He’s always been there when you needed him, and now, more than ever, you need his expertise.
With a deep breath, you turn away from the window and reach for your phone, dialing his number.
After three rings, he answers your call. "It's almost eleven. Shouldn't you be asleep?"
"Well, hello to you too, Joong," you chuckle, "Why are you still up?"
"Ah, I'm just going over some documents for a high profile case," he explains, "What's up? All okay? You never call this late."
You take a deep breath. "I... this might sound crazy or stupid, but I want to get a divorce."
There was silence on the other end for a brief moment before he said, "It's not crazy or stupid. Have you thought this through completely?"
"I have," you answer with a sigh, "You know how my parents are. They will throw a huge tantrum and threaten to disown me as usual." Hongjoong hums at that. "But Joong, I just can't live with Jaeyoon anymore. He's not the same person. We're always fighting, and he's always saying the most hurtful, disrespectful things to me."
Truthfully, Hongjoong never liked your husband. He always thought Jaeyoon seemed too short-tempered and controlling. However, you seemed to be happy initially, or at least that's what you showed the outside world, so Hongjoong never commented on it, especially since it wasn't his place to do so. But he did hint at it once or twice. Once your parents got involved, he knew what the outcome would be, and he only hoped you would fight back and make the right decision.
"Have you considered couple's therapy?" Hongjoong asked.
"I did, and I brought it up to him. He got extremely upset, said there's nothing wrong with him, that I'm the problem and I need therapy, and I should be grateful that he even chose to marry me."
Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "That stuck up asshole. He thinks quite highly of himself."
The rest of the conversation with Hongjoong is brief but comforting. He listens to your concerns without any judgment, his voice steady and reassuring while he gives his legal input.
“Divorce isn't my area of specialty, you know that. But my friend, a fellow attorney in my firm, Choi San, is one of the greatest attorneys I've ever seen. He’s worked on many cases similar to yours and has a great record,” Hongjoong says, “He’ll make sure you’re taken care of, Y/N. You have nothing to worry about.”
But worry is exactly what you feel. Not about the process, but about what comes after. The unknown stretches before you, vast and intimidating. Still, you’ve made your choice. And for the first time in a long while, you feel like you’re the one in control.
The next day, you find yourself walking into Hongjoong’s law firm, a sleek, modern building with glass walls and minimalist decor. The receptionist greets you with a warm smile, and soon you’re being escorted to a private conference room. You wished Hongjoong was here, but he was in an important meeting with one of his clients.
As you wait, blankly staring at a painting in the room, your mind races with questions. What will San be like? Will he understand the complexity of your situation, the nuances that come with being in a marriage like yours? What if he's an old man who thinks people should push through a dead marriage like your parents? It was so common for society to frown upon a divorced woman.
The door opens, and your thoughts scatter as a man steps inside. Is this an attorney or a model?
He’s quite tall, broad shoulders, siren eyes, dressed sharply in a black tailored suit, with an air of confidence that is immediately reassuring.
His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you’re struck by the calm intensity in them. There’s a softness there, too, something that puts you at ease despite the circumstances.
But God, is he the most stunning man you've ever seen.
“Mrs. Baek,” he says, extending a hand. His voice is smooth, professional, but there’s a warmth in his tone that surprises you. “I’m Attorney Choi San, but please call me San. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
You shake his hand, feeling the strength in his grip. “Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice, San. Please, call me Y/N, I'm trying to get rid of the 'Mrs. Baek' title," you joke, though it was true.
San chuckles and nods. “Of course, Y/N. Hongjoong spoke very highly of you.” He gestures to the chair across from you, and you both sit down.
"I understand you’re looking to proceed with a divorce," he says, taking a laptop out of his bag and setting in on the table before opening it. "Don't mind me, I just need to take notes of what you say so I can better understand how I can help you."
You nod, the words feeling heavy in your throat. “Yes. I… I want to make sure everything is handled properly. There’s a lot at stake, and I can’t afford any mistakes.”
San gives you a reassuring smile, and you notice he has dimples. You couldn't help but think that he was extremely charming. "Don't worry, Y/N. You're in safe hands," he says, "Now, how about you start by telling me about your marriage and what prompted you to seek divorce?"
You take a deep breath and look at him directly. “I never wanted to get married so early in the relationship. It wasn’t about love—it was about business, aligning our families. And I… I tried, but Jaeyoon… he’s not the man I thought he was. We dated for a couple of months, and he was genuinely really nice. But soon after we got married, he suddenly doesn’t respect me, and lately, it feels like he’s more interested in controlling me than being my partner.” San listens intently as you explained your situation. The more you talk, the more you notice the way he focuses on you, his attention unwavering even while he's typing on his laptop.
San nods when you finish speaking, his expression serious but understanding. “It sounds like you’ve been carrying this weight for a long time.”
“I have,” you admit, your voice softer. “I’ve always put my family and my company first, but I can’t keep doing that at the expense of my own happiness and mental peace. I want out, but I don’t want this to become a spectacle. My family… they’ll try to push back, and Jaeyoon’s family will make things difficult too.”
You continue to tell him more about your life, and he asks the right questions, probing gently but thoroughly, and it becomes clear that he understands the complexities of your life—the family expectations, the business implications, the emotional toll.
San leans forward slightly, his gaze steady on yours. “The first step is to file a petition for divorce. Since both of you are public figures, we can request that the details remain confidential to avoid any unnecessary media attention. We’ll also need to consider how any joint assets will be divided, as well as any potential claims from Jaeyoon regarding spousal support.”
As the meeting progresses, you feel a sense of relief washing over you. San’s approach is meticulous, but there’s also a kindness to him that you hadn’t expected. He’s not just treating this as another case; he’s treating you like a person, like someone who deserves to be heard and supported.
“What kind of timeline are we looking at?” you ask, a hint of anxiety creeping into your voice.
“It depends on a few factors,” San replies, his tone calm and reassuring. “If Jaeyoon agrees to the divorce and we can reach a settlement outside of court, it could be finalized in as little as six months. However, if he contests it, especially regarding asset division or other terms, it could take longer—potentially a year or more.” You frown, the thought of this dragging on for so long unsettling.
“And if it does go to court?”
“If it goes to court, we’ll be prepared,” San assures you with confidence. “I’ll work to ensure that your interests are protected. That means gathering all the necessary financial documents, assessing the value of shared assets, and if needed, preparing for depositions and hearings. I’ll handle the legal strategy, but I’ll also make sure you’re fully informed every step of the way.”
“What about my company? Saturn & Co. is my life’s work. I can’t afford for it to be affected by this.”
San’s expression softens slightly as he considers your concern. “We’ll make protecting your company a priority. Given that Saturn & Co. was established long before your marriage, we’ll argue that it should remain entirely under your control. But we’ll need to be thorough in documenting that your company assets and finances are distinct from any shared marital property.”
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “Thank you, San. This is all so overwhelming.”
He gives you a small, encouraging smile. “That’s what I’m here for, Y/N. I’ll guide you through this process, and we’ll take it one step at a time. You’re not alone in this.”
By the time you leave the law firm, you’re still apprehensive about the future, but for the first time, you feel like you’re not facing it alone. And as you think back to the way San’s eyes softened when you spoke, you realize that maybe, just maybe, this won’t be as lonely as you feared.
2 months later
The familiar scent of Jaeyoon’s cologne hits you as soon as you step into the penthouse and hang your coat in the closet after a long day at work. The air is thick with tension, and you can feel the weight of the divorce papers in your bag like a lead anchor.
You mentally thanked San for being so quick to give you the documents. Since you had no kids with Jaeyoon, and your pre-nup was very straightforward about how any joint assets should be divided, San said your case wasn't very complicated.
In the 2 months of working with San, you have grown to take a liking towards him. He was kind and gentle towards you, and he always gave you his full attention when you spoke. When you went to Hongjoong's birthday party a month ago, you were delighted to see San there as well; that's when you got to know him in a non-professional way, and you genuinely thought he was the sweetest, most understanding man you had ever met.
Now, standing in your penthouse with the divorce papers in hand, you felt extremely anxious. You had rehearsed this moment countless times in your mind, but now that you’re here, every word you planned feels inadequate.
Jaeyoon is seated in the living room, scrolling through his phone, but he looks up as you enter. There’s an expectant look on his face, like he knows something’s coming. He's certainly no stranger to the way you’ve been acting these past two months, and he was often very angry when you refused to be intimate with him.
You steel yourself, trying to gather the courage you need. “Jaeyoon... We need to talk,” you say, your voice steady, though your heart is racing.
His brow furrows as he puts down his phone. “What’s this about, honey?” he asks, and you mentally cringe at the pet name.
You reach into your Dior tote bag and pull out the divorce papers, holding them out to him. For a moment, Jaeyoon just stares at them, as if he doesn’t understand. But then, slowly, he takes them from your hand.
He skims through the content of the top page. “What the hell is this?” His voice is low, almost calm, but you can hear the anger simmering just beneath the surface.
“It’s what I should have done a long time ago,” you reply, trying to keep your voice from shaking. “I want a divorce, Jaeyoon. This marriage… it isn’t working.”
He flips through the papers, his expression darkening with each passing second. “You can’t be serious,” he finally says, his voice rising. “Do you have any idea what this will do? To us? To our families? To the business?”
“I’ve thought about it,” you say, standing your ground. “This is the only way forward for me. I can’t live like this anymore.”
Jaeyoon’s face twists with rage. “You ungrateful fucking—” He doesn’t finish the sentence. Instead, he slams the papers onto the coffee table, the sound echoing in the quiet room. “After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me?”
“You didn’t do anything for me, Jaeyoon,” you say, your voice breaking. “You did it for yourself. For control. I’m not your possession. I tried to fix this marriage for months, but you refused to make any attempts to realize how horribly you’ve been treating me.”
Before you can react, he’s on his feet, his hand striking you across the face with a force that sends you reeling. The sting is sharp, but the shock is even sharper. You stumble back, your hand instinctively reaching for your cheek.
“Jaeyoon!” you cry out, but he’s already moving.
"I'll fucking kill you!" His eyes are wild, fury taking over as he grabs a nearby vase and hurls it at you. You barely have time to duck, and the vase smashes into the wall behind you, hitting your shoulder in the process before shattering into pieces on the floor. A sharp pain shoots through your shoulder, but you force yourself to stay on your feet.
Your breath comes in short, panicked gasps as you stare at the broken remains of the vase, the reality of what just happened crashing down on you. This is no longer just about a failed marriage—this is about your safety, your life.
Without another word, you turn and run out of the penthouse, the door slamming behind you. You don’t stop until you’re in the elevator hastily pressing the button for the parking garage, your body shaking uncontrollably. You were glad your bag was still with you and had all the stuff you needed— your phone, wallet, and keys.
As soon as you reach the parking garage, you make your way to your car. You unlock it with your keys and quickly lock yourself in. You realized you ran out in your house slippers when it's freezing outside, but that was the least of your concerns right now.
You needed to get out of here.
You switched your car engine on and put your seat belt on, ignoring the pain in your shoulder. Tears blur your vision as you fumble for your phone, and before you know it, you’ve dialed San’s number. While his phone rang, you moved the gear selector in your car to drive, and you wasted no time in pressing on the accelerator, leaving the garage and the gates of the apartment building.
Your phone was connected to your car, and San's soft voice was heard. "Hello?"
"San…" Your voice is barely a whisper, choked with sobs. "Sannie, I..."
“Y/N? What happened?” His voice is immediately alert, concerned. The sound of your car's indicator alerted him further. “Where are you? Are you in a car?”
“I… I’m driving. I can’t… I don’t know what to do…” Your words tumble out in a rush, your mind spinning.
"Y/N, tell me where you are. It's not safe for you to drive under strong emotion. Please pull over, I'll come get you."
"He... he hit me," you cried, ignoring San's words. "I left... I'm driving and I don't... I don't know where I'm going, but—"
"Sweetheart, please," San begs, and the sudden nickname makes your heart burst, and you find yourself calming down a bit. "Please pull over. It's not safe. Please."
And you finally listen to him. "Okay," you murmur, taking a deep breath. You make a turn into what seems to be the parking lot of a hospital. You parked in the first slot you could find. "I... I stopped."
"Okay, what do you see around you?" San asks, and you can hear some muffling in his background.
"A hospital," you say, glancing around from your car for the name of it. "Geumgang Asan hospital."
San lets out a breath in relief. "You're actually right by my apartment," he says, and you hear a door close in his background.
"Which apartment?" You ask, voice still shaky.
"Raemian Caelitus," he answers, "Stay right there. I’m coming to get you. Don’t move, okay? I’ll be there in a few minutes. Which car are you in?"
You don't respond to San. Instead, you put your car in drive and head for his apartment complex, doing the complete opposite of what he told you to do.
"Y/N?"
"I'm almost there," you say to him.
San groans. "Y/N... It's—"
"I know, I know," you chuckle, "but it takes less than two minutes by car. Besides, I'm already here." You pull up to the apartment gates, rolling your window down to speak to the security. He took down your name and number before opening the gates for you.
You drove to the guest parking lot and parked there, waiting for San to get to you. You slump against the car seat, your tears falling freely now. The numbness starts to set in, and you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to hold the pieces of yourself together.
It feels like an eternity, but in reality, it’s only a minute or two before there's a knock on your car window. You grab your bag and keys, getting out of your car. The cold night air feels chilly against your tear-streaked face. You’re still trembling; the shock of what happened earlier was refusing to release its grip on you.
San doesn’t say a word—he just pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly as if he could shield you from everything that just happened.
You break down completely, sobbing into his chest, and he just holds you, his hand gently stroking your hair. “It’s okay,” he murmurs softly. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
When you started shivering, San noticed that you weren't wearing a coat, and your feet were only covered with your house slippers. He immediately takes his coat off and wraps it around you before picking you up bridal-style, wasting no time in making his way back to his apartment.
Once you reach the warmth of San's apartment, he sets you down on his couch. His actions made you sob more as you were touched by the way he treated you. He continued to hold you in his arms, trying to control the anger he felt at seeing the faint handprint mark on your cheek.
After a while, when your sobs start to quiet, San gently tilts your chin up to look at him. His eyes are filled with worry, but there’s also a fierce determination there. “We’re going to make sure he never hurts you again,” he says firmly.
You nod, unable to find the words, but the way San looks at you—so protective, so caring—gives you some strength. You feel like you’re moving toward something better, something that’s just for you.
The two of you sit in silence for a while. You tried to gather your thoughts, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of your emotions.
Eventually, he speaks, his voice gentle but serious. "Y/N... do you want to talk about it?"
You take a deep breath. "I gave him the divorce papers... he didn't take it well. Everything happened so fast. He slapped me, and then he threw a vase at me."
He cupped your face with one hand, gently stroking your cheek, a look of worry in his eyes. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
You knew your shoulder was definitely bruised, and you could still feel the dull ache. But you didn't want to tell San that.
"No... I'm okay," you lied. "Jaeyoon said he would kill me when he threw the vase. I left right after that." You noticed the way San's jaw clenched.
“Y/N, what that dickhead did tonight is beyond unacceptable. We need to take steps to make sure you’re safe. I think we should file for a restraining order against him.”
You glance at him, fear creeping back into your mind. “But… there’s no proof. It’s just my word against his.”
San nods, understanding the concern. “I know it feels like an uphill battle, but your testimony is important. The court can issue a restraining order if it believes there’s a credible threat, even without physical evidence. Your account of what happened, combined with the details of your marriage and the pattern of controlling behavior, can be enough to convince the judge.”
You hesitate, the thought of facing Jaeyoon in court, of reliving the nightmare, filling you with dread. “What if they don’t believe me? What if… what if this makes everything worse?”
San reaches over, gently squeezing your hand. “I’ll be with you every step of the way, Y/N. Not just as your lawyer, but as someone you can trust, someone you can count on," he says, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. "We’ll present your case as clearly and thoroughly as possible. We can also gather any supporting evidence like records of past arguments, any messages or emails that show his controlling behavior. Even if we don’t have a video or physical proof, your word carries weight, Y/N.”
His reassurance steadies you somewhat, and you nod slowly, deep in thought while blankly staring at the numerous law books on his bookshelf.
And then it hit you.
Video proof.
You turn to San with a hopeful look in your eyes. "I just realized, we have cameras in the living room. And this whole thing happened there, too. The footage should be on the app on my phone."
San's eyes widened, and a huge smile spread across his face. "This is perfect, Y/N! This would be more than enough to get the restraining order, as well as settle the divorce without having to go to court. Once we show him that we have evidence of his violence, there's no way he would fight back cause the court will most likely rule in your favor!"
You reach for your phone and unlock it, immediately opening the app. The footage gets saved in 30-minute intervals, and you were glad to see that it was still there and Jaeyoon had not deleted it yet. You downloaded the footage to have a copy of it on your phone. San requested that you send the footage to him as well so he could adjust the documents he wrote accordingly.
"Thank you, San," you say with a smile. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
He only smiled and stroked the back of your head. "Did you have dinner?" he asks, and you nod.
"Mhmm, I ate at work."
His face grew slightly serious when he noticed it was one hour to midnight. "Y/N, do you... want to stay the night here? I have a guest room. But if you're uncomfortable and you prefer a hotel or somewhere else, I can drive you. Whatever's most comfortable for you."
"I want to be here with you," you say in a soft tone, your words sending San's heart into a frenzy.
He nods and gets up. "Make yourself at home. Let me prepare the guest room a little bit first, okay? If you want to drink or eat something, the kitchen is all yours."
"Thanks, Sannie."
While San was busy setting up the guest room, you looked around the living room of his apartment. The decor was so simple and beautiful, and you noticed many pieces of furniture were actually made by your company. You loved how clean his apartment was, not even a pillow out of place. You noticed he had a giant boba tea plushie in the corner of the room, and you couldn't help but think San was so adorable.
"It's ready," he says, and you enter the guest room. You noticed there was a hoodie and a t-shirt neatly folded on the bed. San noticed you glancing at it. "I realized you don't have any clothes to sleep in. I didn't know if you preferred warm clothes or something more airy, so I got both. In the bathroom, there's a pack of spare toothbrushes in the cabinet. If you want to take a shower, I kept a smaller bathrobe for you and a towel."
You hug him tightly. "Seriously, thank you, Sannie."
"You don't have to thank me, Y/N," he murmurs, "Get some rest, hmm? I'll be in my room if you need me."
He turns to leave, but you grab his arm. "Wait..." you hesitate, "I... um..."
"Hmm?"
"Can you... can you perhaps... stay here with me, please?" You ask in a quiet tone, feeling your cheeks heat up.
"Oh, um, I can if you want me to," he answers, his own cheeks turning pink. "Let me get ready for bed first, and then I'll join you, okay?"
You nod and he leaves the room to give you some privacy. You head into the bathroom to change out of your clothes and take a quick shower. You brushed your teeth and put some lip balm on. You chose to wear his t-shirt, which served as an oversized t-shirt for you. Taking a whiff of the t-shirt, you lightly hummed in delight, his scent of him making you feel some type of way.
When you exited the bathroom, San was already under the covers of the bed. He shyly pats the space beside him, and you slid under the covers with him.
San kept a bit of distance from you to not make you feel uncomfortable. You really appreciated that, but you wanted him to be closer.
Knowing the gentleman San is, you knew you had to speak up first.
"Can you... come closer?" You squeak out, slightly embarrassed. San chuckles and does as you say.
"Anything else?" he teases. You turn on your side so you're facing him, and the faint light from the nightlamp makes his skin glow somehow. San was so beautiful inside out. You were utterly mesmerized by him.
"Closer," you whisper. San moved closer to you, his head now on your pillow. You could feel his breath on your face and the warmth radiating from his body.
"Closer," you say again, looking between his eyes and his plump lips that were slightly parted. You reached for his arm and put it over your waist.
San understood what you wanted, but he restrained himself from giving in. "Y/N... what are you doing?" he murmurs, his hand placed softly on your back. His eyes were staring intensely into yours as if to see if you felt the same way as him in this moment.
"I want you to kiss me," you say, voice barely above a whisper.
San gulps, unsure of what to do. He wanted to kiss you, but he wasn't sure if you were really in the best mental state for that after what happened just a few hours ago.
You look at him, an expectant look on your face. You wouldn't have asked him to kiss you if you weren't confident that he felt something for you. You were not ignorant to the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, the way his eyes subtly roamed your body when you were in his office, the way he took a sharp inhale of your scent in a crowded elevator... but then you started to overthink.
What if he didn't want to kiss you?
What if all those signs weren't as deep as you think they are?
"I'm sorry," you say to him, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. "I didn't realize I was being too straightforward with this, and I understand if you don't want to kiss me. I should have—"
San placed his lips on you, shutting you up instantly. "There's nothing I want more than to kiss you," he mumbles against your lips, pulling you closer to him. "I just... don't want to put any pressure on you when you're in a vulnerable state."
You smiled against his lips, feeling touched by how considerate San was towards you.
And then you kissed him. His lips were so soft and warm while it molded with yours, and you couldn't help but feel relaxed while he kissed you back in such a soft manner, as if you were extremely delicate. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer, a small whimper leaving his lips when he feels your body flush against his.
You pull away first to catch your breath. You watch as San's eyes slowly open to look at you. There was a kind look in his eyes, one that screamed of adoration.
San lets out a little giggle when it hits him that the two of you really just kissed. He kisses your forehead and holds you in his arms while he tells you all the little things you did that made his heart flutter.
Eventually, sleep finds its way to both of you, the night ending in a warm embrace.
Two days later, you and San head to the courthouse, where he helps you file for the restraining order. The process is grueling, forcing you to recount the events of the night two days before, but San is there with you, guiding you through every step. His presence is a lifeline, his calm professionalism giving you the strength to face what lies ahead.
When the judge finally reviews your petition, you feel a knot in your stomach. But as San presents your case, emphasizing the danger you’re in and the need for protection, you see the judge’s expression soften.
After what feels like an eternity, the judge grants the temporary restraining order. It’s not permanent yet—there will need to be a hearing for that—but it’s a critical first step. For now, Jaeyoon is legally required to stay away from you, and any violation of that order could lead to serious consequences for him.
When you leave the courthouse, you feel a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety. But you also feel a small spark of hope—hope that, with San’s help, you might finally be able to take control of your life again.
You and San part ways to head to your respective workplaces, but he promises to see you after.
When you reach your office building, you're surprised to find your secretary waiting outside the doors of your office.
"Ms. Y/N," she starts, "Your parents are here, inside your office. I told them to wait outside, but they refused. They seemed to have found out about..."
You nod at her. "That's okay, Yena. Thanks for the heads up."
"You have a meeting in about ten minutes with the design team for the summer patio collection. I can postpone the meeting for you if you'd like."
"That won't be necessary," you say, "I'll be done in five minutes, hopefully. My parents... I know what to expect from them." Yena nods and wishes you luck.
You enter your office, shutting the doors behind you. You aren't surprised to see the rage on your parents face.
"Filing for divorce behind my back and getting a restraining order against your husband? What are you thinking?" Your mother says, a look of disappointment clear on her face.
You sigh. "Tell me, mom and dad, had I told you about it beforehand, would you have let me?" You say in a calm tone. "And that man is not my husband anymore."
"Y/N, you can not get a divorce. I forbid it," your father says in a strong tone. "You will bring utter shame to our family. I will not hesitate to take your name off my will."
You chuckle. "I don't care about your money, dad. I have my own company that I built on my own," you say, crossing your arms over your chest. "I will not live with a man that treats me like I'm inferior to him, a man that hits me and throws stuff at me."
"Jaeyoon was angry," your mother defends. "You betrayed him. He had every right to—"
"Every right to abuse me? Do you hear yourself right now?" you gave her an incredulous look. "Is your daughter's happiness and safety not more important to you than your image and connections?" You turn to look at your father. "You said I'll bring utter shame to our family, but tell me how? I'm not the one who abused him and treated him like shit for months!"
"Enough, Y/N!" your father raises his voice. "You will do as I say. You better withdraw your case. I will talk to your lawyer. I don't want to hear you talk of divorce again. I better see you in the penthouse tonight."
"My apologies, father, but I'm done listening to you," you firmly stand your ground.
"Don't make me disown you, Y/N. You married into a very good family, someone who matches your background and status in society."
"By all means, please do," you say with a scoff. "I'm not making sacrifices for your sake anymore. I have a meeting to attend, so please leave."
You turn away from your parents and walk to your desk. You sit down on your chair, and face away from your parents.
"You're an ungrateful brat," your mother spits before walking out of your office, your father grumpily following behind.
You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding as you slump down in your chair.
You loved your parents deeply, but you wished for once they would not care about money, power, and status, and start caring about the well-being of their child.
San sits at his desk, meticulously reviewing a file when the door to his office opens. He looks up to see your father standing in the doorway, his eyes hard and calculating. There’s no polite knock, no greeting—just an imposing presence.
San got up from his seat and bowed politely. “Mr. L/N, I wasn’t expecting you. What can I help you with today?”
Your father steps into the office, the door closing behind him with a quiet click. He doesn’t sit down, instead choosing to stand, towering over San’s desk.
"I came to discuss my daughter's case. This whole divorce nonsense. It’s a mistake, and it needs to be stopped," your father explains. His voice is firm, commanding.
San doesn’t flinch, meeting his gaze calmly while he took his seat. “With all due respect, Mr. L/N, that’s not something I can do. I represent your daughter’s best interests, and she’s made it clear she wants to proceed with the divorce.”
Your father narrows his eyes, leaning forward slightly, the temperature in the room seemingly dropping. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me, Mr. Choi. I said the divorce needs to be stopped. I’m here to make sure it doesn’t go any further.”
San remains seated, unbothered by the thinly veiled threat in the older man’s voice. He folds his hands on the desk, his expression composed. “Your daughter has the right to make her own choices, Mr. L/N. I’m here to ensure that her voice is heard and her rights are protected. I’m afraid I won’t be withdrawing from the case.”
The older man’s lips curl into a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. He takes a step back and places a briefcase on San’s desk. With a casual flick of his wrist, he opens it, revealing stacks of neatly arranged cash.
“125 million won. More than enough to make it worth your while to reconsider.”
San’s eyes briefly flicker to the briefcase before returning to the man in front of him. His expression doesn’t change. He slowly rises from his chair, closing the briefcase with a firm click.
“I’m not interested in your money, Mr. L/N. My commitment is to my client, your daughter, not to the highest bidder,” San says in a steady tone.
Your father’s eyes darken. He straightens, crossing his arms over his chest. “You might want to reconsider, Mr. Choi. You know who I am. I have powerful connections, and it wouldn’t take much to have you fired. You’re nothing more than an associate at this firm. Hongjoong and I go way back. One call from me, and you’ll be out of a job.”
San’s jaw tightens, but he keeps his cool. He steps around the desk, standing toe to toe with your father. “You’re free to make that call, Mr. L/N. But I’ll tell you right now that it won’t change anything. My integrity and my client’s well-being come first. I won’t be bullied into backing down.”
For a moment, the two men stand in silence, the tension thick between them. Then your father lets out a low chuckle, though it’s devoid of warmth. “You’re a fool, Mr. Choi. But I’ll leave you with this warning. Cross me, and you’ll regret it. You’ll wish you’d taken the money.”
The door shuts behind him with a heavy thud. San stands in the now-silent office, his eyes lingering on the closed door for a moment. He exhales slowly, tension easing from his shoulders as he returns to his desk.
San’s thoughts drift briefly to you and the storm that might be heading your way. But he steels himself, ready for whatever comes next. His loyalty to you and his belief in doing what’s right will not be shaken. Besides, he had enough trust in Hongjoong to know his friend would never listen to your father either.
Hongjoong sits at his desk, engrossed in reviewing a case, when the door to his office swings open with a heavy push. He looks up to see your father striding in without so much as a knock. His face is a mask of anger, but there’s something more—disappointment, perhaps, or even hurt.
Hongjoong straightens up immediately, his surprise giving way to a faint smile of recognition. “Uncle, I wasn’t expecting you to stop by.”
Your father's jaw tightens at the familiar greeting, and he waves off the formality with a sharp motion. He stands in the middle of the room, eyes piercing as he regards Hongjoong with a mixture of affection and frustration.
Your father starts, “Hongjoong, what is this mess with Y/N?”
Hongjoong sighs inwardly but keeps his composure. He gestures to the chair across from his desk. “Please, sit down. Let’s talk.”
Your father shakes his head. “I’m not here to chat. I’m here because of this nonsense with your associate, Choi San. You’re letting him destroy my family. You’ve known Y/N since she was born, Joong. How can you allow this to happen?”
The use of his childhood name stirs something in Hongjoong—a reminder that this man was more than just a powerful businessman. He had watched Hongjoong grow up, had been at family dinners, birthdays, celebrations. But Hongjoong keeps his professional mask on, aware that this conversation would require careful navigation.
Hongjoong softly says, “Uncle, you know I care about Y/N. I’ve always looked out for her, and I’m doing that now.”
“By letting her divorce her husband? By letting her throw away everything we’ve built? This will ruin her—and us!” your father says, his voice rising.
Hongjoong’s face hardens slightly. He motions again to the chair. “Please, Uncle. Let’s sit down and talk about this.”
Reluctantly, your father takes the offered seat, but not without a huff of frustration. He looks at Hongjoong, his gaze heavy with expectation. “You need to fire that attorney of yours. He’s putting ideas in Y/N’s head—encouraging her to throw away a good marriage. You can’t let this happen.”
Hongjoong takes a deep breath, knowing this was coming. His voice remains calm, though his loyalty to both San and you runs deep. “I won’t do that, Uncle. San is a brilliant attorney and one of my closest friends. More than that, he’s doing exactly what Y/N needs. He’s protecting her.”
Your father leans forward, his tone sharp, “Protecting her? From what? Jaeyoon’s a good man. He’s just been under stress! Y/N’s exaggerating the situation.”
Hongjoong’s eyes narrow slightly, a rare flash of anger crossing his usually composed face. “This isn’t an exaggeration, Uncle. Jaeyoon’s hurt her—physically, emotionally. I’ve seen the bruises myself from when he threw a vase at her. And he’s threatened her life too.”
Your father’s expression falters for just a moment, but he quickly covers it with a shake of his head. “Y/N’s always been dramatic. She’s too sensitive. Jaeyoon would never do that.”
“This isn’t drama, Uncle. This is abuse. You’ve known me my entire life, so you know I wouldn’t say this lightly. If you don’t believe me, ask Y/N yourself. Or better yet, spend one minute in a room with her and see the fear in her eyes.”
There’s a long pause as your father processes Hongjoong’s words. He looks down, his hands clenched tightly in his lap. For the first time, doubt flickers across his face, but his pride keeps him from showing it openly. “She’s my daughter, Hongjoong. I’m doing what’s best for her.”
Hongjoong softens slightly, his tone more compassionate, “I know you love her, Uncle. But what’s best for her isn’t keeping her in a marriage that’s tearing her apart. You want to protect her? Then let her go. Let her break free from Jaeyoon and start fresh. She deserves that much.”
The room falls silent again. Your father looks away, clearly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation has taken. He’s used to being in control, used to getting his way, and now he’s faced with a situation that no amount of power or money can fix.
“I don’t like this, Hongjoong. Not one bit,” your father says in a quiet tone.
Hongjoong nods. “I understand. But forcing her to stay will only make things worse.”
Your father finally looks up, his voice filled with resignation, “I’ll think about what you’ve said. But don’t think I’ll just sit by and let this happen.”
Hongjoong watches as the older man slowly rises from the chair, his movements less confident than when he first entered the room. As he walks to the door, he hesitates, turning back to look at Hongjoong with a mixture of frustration and something almost like vulnerability. “You’ve grown up well, Hongjoong. I’ve always been proud of you. But I hope you’re not making a mistake.”
“Thank you, Uncle. But I believe in what I’m doing. I believe in protecting Y/N.”
With a final nod, your father turns and leaves the office, the door closing quietly behind him. Hongjoong sits back down at his desk, the weight of the conversation lingering in the air. He exhales slowly, his thoughts turning to you, hoping that your father will see reason before it’s too late.
3 weeks later
You sit at the head of the long glass table, eyes focused as one of your top designers presents the new luxury patio collection. The conference room buzzes with the energy of innovation—your team is passionate, and it shows in the careful detailing of the furniture designs displayed on the digital screens along the walls. Teak wood, sleek metal accents, and eco-friendly materials come together in sophisticated harmony.
“We’ve incorporated the latest trends in sustainable materials, aiming to appeal to clients who prioritize both style and environmental responsibility. The durability will be a key selling point for the summer collection,” the chief designer explains.
You nod, your fingers drumming lightly on the surface of your notebook. Despite being from a wealthy family, you’ve built Saturn & Co. from the ground up, and you’ve learned to balance creativity with practicality. Your mind is already analyzing the numbers—thinking about production costs, price points, and the narrative you want to craft around this collection.
“I like the direction, but we need to ensure the pricing reflects the exclusivity. This is a luxury line, and our clientele expects something unique. Let’s look at limited editions to build that exclusivity,” you voice your opinion.
Your team exchanges glances, taking notes as you speak. You look at the marketing head next. “We need to start the marketing campaign as soon as possible. I want a narrative that ties back to our brand’s legacy, something that shows we’re not just following trends but leading them.”
As you discuss the campaign, the atmosphere in the room is abruptly shattered by the sound of raised voices outside the glass doors. Your brow furrows in confusion as you glance toward the commotion. Before you can react, the doors swing open, and several uniformed officers from the Korean National Police barge into the conference room.
The room goes still, everyone frozen in place.
The officer in charge looks directly at you. “Ms. L/N, you are under arrest for illegal possession and distribution of narcotics. Please stand and come with us.”
You feel the words hit you like a physical blow. The room spins for a moment, and your breath catches in your throat. You blink, trying to comprehend what’s happening. Your colleagues stare at you in shocked silence, their faces a mixture of confusion and concern.
“There must be a mistake,” you say, absolutely stunned at the accusation. Your voice feels distant, barely your own. The officer takes a step closer, his expression hard and unyielding. Two other officers flank you, moving into position as if expecting resistance.
“We have a warrant for your arrest. You have the right to remain silent.”
Everything feels surreal, as though you’ve been dropped into someone else’s life. This can’t be happening. You’ve never been involved with drugs—this is absurd. You shake your head, your voice stronger now. “I’m innocent. I’ve done nothing wrong.”
The officers ignore your protests as they take you by the arms, pulling you to your feet. You glance around the table, your team frozen in disbelief. Your head of security moves toward you but is stopped by the officers, who block his path.
As you’re led out of the conference room, your heart pounds in your chest. Fear mixes with disbelief, but you force yourself to stay calm. You don’t know how this happened, but you’re determined to fight it.
The walk through the Saturn & Co. building feels endless. Employees stop in their tracks, staring as you pass by, whispers rising in your wake. Your cheeks burn with the humiliation of it all, but you lift your chin and keep your expression calm, refusing to show any weakness.
Outside the building, a crowd has already gathered, cameras flashing in your face. You can barely hear the shouting reporters over the thrum of your own thoughts. As you’re escorted into the waiting police car, you can’t help but wonder—who could have done this? And why?
Your first thought was your ex-husband. Well, you still weren't legally divorced yet. But you had a gut feeling that it was him.
The door slams shut behind you, and as the car pulls away from the building, the reality of the situation begins to sink in. Your life is about to be turned upside down, and you know exactly who you need to call: San. He’ll help you. He has to. Right?
Its been a while since you saw San as he was busy handling back-to-back cases and traveling to meet clients and witnesses. You also bought a new apartment and were busy moving and unpacking your stuff, so you didn't have much time to meet up with him either.
Once you reached the station, you were thrown into an interrogation room. The cold, sterile room is a stark contrast to the familiar warmth of your office. The walls are bare, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a harsh, clinical glow. You sit at a metal table, your hands resting in front of you. Despite the fear bubbling up inside you, you keep your back straight, refusing to show the panic you feel beneath the surface.
You’ve been here for hours now. The officers had taken your personal belongings, leaving you feeling exposed and disconnected from the outside world. The initial booking process was a blur of fingerprinting, photographs, and paperwork. Now, it’s just you and the suffocating silence of the interrogation room.
The door creaks open, and two officers step inside. One of them, a senior detective, takes the seat across from you while the other leans against the wall, arms crossed. You can feel their eyes on you, studying your every move, waiting for any sign of weakness.
“Mrs. Baek... or should I say, Ms. L/N? The public may not know everything, but we certainly do. Now, do you know why you’re here?”
You look at him, your heartbeat thudding in your ears. You swallow hard, trying to keep your voice steady. “I’m innocent. I don’t know why I’ve been brought here. This has to be a mistake.”
The detective leans back in his chair, pulling out a manila folder and flipping it open. He slides a few photographs across the table toward you. You glance down at them—images of plastic bags filled with pills and powder, some stashed in a high-end handbag that looks disturbingly similar to one you own. “These drugs were found in your possession. We have evidence linking you to a drug-selling operation. Do you care to explain?”
Your stomach drops, and your hands instinctively clench into fists in your lap. You shake your head, staring at the images as though they might change if you blink hard enough.
“That’s not mine. I don’t know how those drugs got there. I’ve never been involved in anything like this. I swear,” you say.
The detective raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by your denial. He taps one of the photos with his finger. “This was found in your car, Ms. L/N. Are you telling me someone planted these drugs without your knowledge?”
Your mind races. You remember parking your car that morning—everything was normal. But nothing makes sense now. You feel trapped, caught in a nightmare where you don’t know the rules.
“I don’t know how it got there. I’ve never seen those drugs before in my life, neither do I do drugs. I can do a drug test to prove that.”
The detective exchanges a glance with the other officer, who remains silent but watches you carefully. He leans forward, as if to intimidate you. “Ms. L/N, the evidence is stacked against you. Your fingerprints were found on the packaging of the bag. We were secretly searching for those involved in drug distribution of this very drug, a drug that can only fall in the hands of someone with a lot of money and influence.”
The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your fingerprints? You struggle to breathe evenly, trying to understand how this could be happening. “That’s impossible. I’m not involved in any of this. Someone has set me up.”
The detective doesn’t blink. He looks at you as though you’re a puzzle he’s trying to solve, but you can tell he doesn’t believe you. “This is your chance to come clean, Ms. L/N. The sooner you cooperate, the better this will go for you. Tell us who you’ve been working with, and maybe we can work something out.”
You shake your head, frustration and fear mixing into a potent cocktail in your chest. Your voice rises slightly, despite your efforts to stay calm. “I’m not involved in any drug operation. I don’t know who’s behind this, but it’s not me.”
The detective leans back, his expression hardening. He closes the folder and taps it lightly against the table before standing up. “I’ve heard it all before. You’re looking at serious charges here, Ms. L/N. You might want to think about your next steps carefully.”
As he leaves the room, the door shuts with a heavy click, leaving you alone once again. You drop your head into your hands, your heart pounding so hard it feels like it might burst out of your chest.
How did this happen? Who could possibly want to destroy you like this? The questions whirl through your mind, but there are no answers. You take a deep breath, reminding yourself of what you know to be true. You’ve done nothing wrong. You just need to hold on, stay strong, and prove your innocence.
A knock sounds at the door, and it opens again. This time, it’s a different officer—one who escorts you back to a holding cell. They’ve told you a lawyer is on the way, and that thought alone keeps you from unraveling completely.
You pray that it’s San. He’ll know what to do. He’ll fight for you. But even as you cling to that hope, the uncertainty gnaws at you. You’ve never felt so powerless in your life.
San steps out of the courtroom, the echo of his client’s relieved voice still ringing in his ears. He had just secured another victory—an ironclad defense that left the opposition scrambling. His confidence is high as he buttons his suit jacket, his mind already shifting to the next case on his docket.
Just as he’s about to push through the heavy glass doors of the courthouse, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Glancing down, he sees Hongjoong’s name flashing on the screen. He frowns slightly, knowing Hongjoong was out of the city at the moment, but he swipes to answer.
"Hongjoong hyung," San answers in a cheerful tone, "You’re catching me right after a big win. What’s up?"
There’s a brief pause on the other end, and when Hongjoong speaks, his voice is tight, serious. “San, we’ve got a really fucked up situation. It’s about Y/N.”
San’s heart skips a beat at the mention of your name. His hand tightens around his phone, and the world around him seems to blur for a moment.
“What happened? Is she okay?” San asks, concern evident in his voice.
"No. She’s not. She was arrested earlier today," Hongjoong says grimly. "I just spoke to her father. Her parents aren't going to see her until this mess is sorted out. She has basically no one to support her now other than us."
San stops dead in his tracks, his stomach plummeting. People brush past him in the courthouse lobby, but he’s completely still, his mind racing. “Arrested? For what?”
“Drug possession and distribution. The police found drugs in her car, but it’s clear she’s been framed. It’s all over the news now—photos, headlines, everything. I’m in Gwangju meeting with some clients now as you know, and I can’t get back to Seoul until tomorrow morning. I need you to handle this for me. I thought of representing her myself, but she needs an attorney as soon as possible. Please represent her.”
San’s chest tightens with a mix of disbelief and anger. He can already see how this might play out—the media will have a field day, and your reputation will be dragged through the mud. “Of course, I’ll handle it. I’ll go to the station right away.”
There’s another pause, this time longer. San can almost hear Hongjoong’s hesitation through the phone. “I trust you with this, San. I know you’ll fight for her like I would… maybe more.”
San’s breath catches. He stares at the floor for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. “What are you getting at, hyung?”
Hongjoong’s tone shifts, a little lighter despite the gravity of the situation. “I know how you feel about her, she's like a sister to me. I’ve known for a while now, Sannie. You care about her, and not just as her attorney.”
San’s mind reels. He’s always kept his feelings for you carefully hidden, even from Hongjoong. But it’s clear now that his friend has seen through him “It’s not something I planned, hyung.”
"I didn’t say you did," he says gently, "but maybe this is a chance to show her how much you care. Not as an attorney, but as someone who’s willing to stand by her through the worst of it."
San runs a hand through his hair, conflicted. His stronger feelings for you have always lingered just beneath the surface, a quiet undercurrent to the professional relationship you’ve shared during your divorce proceedings. But now, as you’re facing this crisis, he knows those feelings are about to come to the forefront, whether he’s ready or not.
It's not like you don't know of his feelings after sharing a steamy kiss on his bed. You just didn't know that his feelings for you were stronger than what he showed.
“Right now, I’m her attorney. That’s what matters. I’ll get her out of this mess first,” San says in a firm tone.
Hongjoong chuckles softly, “You’re a good man, San. I’m glad she has you in her corner. I’ll be back tomorrow to help however I can, but for now, please take care of her. And be careful—the media’s already circling like vultures.”
San nods, even though Hongjoong can’t see him. His mind is already spinning with what needs to be done: pulling strings, calling in favors, and working to get you released as soon as possible. But beneath all that, a deeper urgency thrums inside him—an overwhelming need to protect you, to be there for you, not just as an attorney but as someone who deeply cares about you.
“Don’t worry, Hongjoong hyung. I won’t let her down.”
Hongjoong hums. “I know you won’t. Keep me updated, and I’ll be there first thing tomorrow.”
The call ends, and San slips his phone back into his pocket. He stands there for a moment, staring blankly at the glass doors in front of him. His pulse quickens, and he shakes off the lingering shock. You need him now more than ever, and there’s no time to waste.
He steps outside into the late afternoon sun, his mind already focused on his next move. As much as this case will test him professionally, San knows it will also test him personally. And for you, he’s willing to face whatever comes next.
With determination in his step, San gets into his car, heading straight for the police station. There’s no way he’ll let you go through this alone.
You sit on a hard bench in the holding area, your hands clasped tightly together, the events of the last few hours playing over and over in your mind like a bad dream. You still can’t wrap your head around it. Arrested. Framed. And now, sitting here, waiting for something—anything—that will prove your innocence.
The door to the holding area swings open, and you look up instinctively, hope sparking in your chest.
And then you see him— Choi San.
His maroon suit jacket is slightly wrinkled from his hurried movements, his face a mix of worry and determination as he strides toward you.
For a moment, you can’t move, your breath catching in your throat. Relief floods through you as he approaches, his eyes softening as they meet yours.
San frowns, yet his expression was gentle. “Y/N…”
He kneels down in front of you, his presence grounding you in this moment, even though your world feels like it’s spinning out of control. His voice is low, calm, and it soothes the chaotic mess of your thoughts.
"San… I didn’t do this. I swear," you say in a trembling voice. "I don’t know how—"
He holds up a hand, his expression steady and resolute. “I know. I believe you, sweetheart.”
The simple statement, spoken with such certainty, nearly undoes you. You’ve been holding yourself together, refusing to cry, refusing to break—but the sheer relief of having someone believe you shakes you to your core. You take a deep breath, blinking back the tears that have been threatening to spill over.
“I don’t understand how this happened. Who would do this to me?” you mumble.
San glances around the room, ensuring no one else is too close, before leaning in slightly, his voice quieter but still firm. “That’s what we’re going to find out. But first, I’m getting you out of here. I’ve already spoken with the officers. There’s not enough evidence to support holding you overnight. You’ll be out soon, and we’ll start working on clearing your name.”
His confidence eases the tight knot of fear that has been sitting in your chest since the moment you were arrested. You nod slowly, feeling a flicker of hope. San has always been calm under pressure, and now, in the face of this disaster, his calm feels like a lifeline.
“Thank you, San. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
San smiles a little, his eyes never leaving yours. For a moment, something unreadable flickers in his gaze—something deeper than just professional obligation. He stands, offering you his hand to help you up. “You don’t have to go through this alone, Y/N. I’ll be by your side every step of the way.”
You take his hand, letting him pull you up from the bench. For a moment, you just stand there, the weight of the day pressing down on you, but San’s hand in yours keeps you steady.
Just as he promised, within the next hour, he navigates the process with the officers, and the paperwork is completed. You’re released, but the gravity of the situation still hangs over you like a storm cloud.
As you step out into the cold evening air, San walks beside you, his hand hovering near your back, a silent but steady presence. The flashing lights of a few reporters’ cameras catch your eye, and your stomach churns with dread. The story is already out there, and now it’s not just the legal system you have to worry about—it’s the court of public opinion.
San leans in to whisper in your ear, “Ignore them. They don’t matter right now.”
You nod, swallowing the rising anxiety as you step toward San’s car, slipping into the passenger seat. Once you’re both inside, the weight of the day crashes down on you all at once.
San glances over at you as he starts the car, his voice gentle. “We’ll figure this out, Y/N. I promise.”
His words are meant to comfort, but you can hear the determination behind them. You trust him—more than anyone right now—and that trust is the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.
"Can we... go to your place, please?" you say, voice barely above a whisper.
"Of course we can," San answers with a smile, his dimples showing.
The car pulls away from the station, the city lights blurring by outside the window. You don’t know what comes next, but with San by your side, you feel like maybe—just maybe—you’ll be able to get through this.
The exhaustion catches up to you and you fall asleep in San's car.
Once San parks in his designated spot, he's quick to put a face mask on you to ensure no one recognizes you while he takes you to his place. You were still deep asleep with a frown on your face, so San resorted to carrying you bridal-style to his apartment.
He tried to be very slow while placing you down on the bed in the guestroom, but the movement stirred you awake. When you open your eyes, San's face is just inches away from yours.
You sit up straight and hug him, the teers falling freely now. He warmly embraces you, telling you words of encouragement and how he'll be with you through it all.
While your sobs quieted down, San pulls away to look at you. "I'll make us some dinner, hmm? I'll take about half an hour. Is that okay?" he asks sweetly, his thumbs reaching to brush your tears away.
"Can I... be in the kitchen with you? I don't want to be alone," you murmur.
San leans in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Of course, sweetheart. You don't even have to ask." You smile lightly, your heart racing in a good way this time.
"Let's go now, hmm? I plan to make your favorite side-dishes!"
The courthouse is bustling with activity as people file in and out of courtrooms, their footsteps echoing off the marble floors. You sit beside San on a wooden bench outside the courtroom, waiting for your case to be called. You’re dressed professionally, trying to project the calm confidence that comes naturally to you in the boardroom, though inside you’re anything but calm.
Your heart pounds in your chest, and you feel the weight of every glance thrown your way by people passing by. The gravity of the situation is suffocating, but San’s steady presence beside you keeps you grounded. He hasn’t left your side since this nightmare began, and for that, you’re grateful.
San leans closer, his voice low and reassuring, “Remember, this is just the arraignment. They’ll present the charges, and I’ll enter a plea on your behalf. After that, we’ll have time to prepare for the real battle. Stay calm, and let me do the talking.”
You nod, drawing a deep breath and trying to steady your nerves. San gives you a small, encouraging smile before standing as your case is called.
“The People versus Y/N L/N.” The bailiff calls out.
The words send a jolt through you, but you rise to your feet, following San into the courtroom. As you walk down the aisle, you catch sight of a few reporters lurking in the back rows, their cameras trained on you. It takes everything in you to keep your head high and your expression neutral as you approach the defense table.
The judge, a stern older woman with sharp eyes, sits at the bench, looking down over the courtroom. The prosecutor stands across from you, a tall man with a stack of folders in front of him, looking all too confident.
The judge glances at the paperwork in front of her. “This is the arraignment for Y/N L/N. Let’s proceed.”
The prosecutor steps forward first, clearing his throat. “Your Honor, the defendant has been charged with illegal possession of narcotics and distribution of a controlled substance. Given the amount found and the nature of the charges, the prosecution believes there is sufficient evidence to proceed with the case.”
The words hang in the air like a death sentence, but you stay quiet, your hands clasped tightly in your lap. You glance at San, who remains calm and collected, his focus razor-sharp. He rises to address the court, his voice steady.
"Your Honor," San starts, voice firm, "my client pleads not guilty to all charges."
The judge nods, making notes as San continues, his tone professional but determined. "We would also like to request that Ms. L/N remain free on bail while we prepare our defense. My client has fully cooperated with the investigation thus far and has strong ties to the community. She is not a flight risk, nor is she a danger to the public."
The prosecutor steps forward again, shaking his head. “Your Honor, given the severity of the charges, we believe that bail should be revoked. The defendant was found in possession of a substantial quantity of illegal narcotics. In fact, the police were in search of individuals tied to the distribution of this very drug. We consider her a significant flight risk, particularly given her financial resources.”
You swallow hard, anxiety tightening in your chest as the prosecutor speaks. You’ve never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. San’s hand brushes yours under the table, a small but comforting gesture, and you glance at him. His expression is calm, though his eyes flash with determination.
San stands up again. “Your Honor, my client is a respected CEO, one that is dearly loved by her employees, and has no prior criminal record. She has been falsely accused and fully intends to clear her name. She has no intention of fleeing and will cooperate with any conditions the court deems appropriate.”
The judge taps her pen against her desk thoughtfully before looking up. “Given the circumstances and the defendant’s lack of prior offenses, I will allow Ms. L/N to remain free on bail, provided she adheres to strict conditions. She will surrender her passport and be subject to regular check-ins with law enforcement. Any violation of these conditions will result in immediate incarceration.”
Relief washes over you, though it’s tempered by the reality that this is just the beginning. San nods respectfully to the judge, and you follow suit, standing as the judge dismisses the court.
As you turn to leave, you feel the weight of the reporters’ eyes on you once again. The camera flashes, the whispers—it all threatens to swallow you whole. But San places a reassuring hand on the small of your back as you walk out of the courtroom together, his presence steady and unwavering.
Outside, the fresh air hits you like a lifeline, and you take a deep breath, feeling some of the tension leave your body.
“You did great in there,” San says.
You give him a weak smile, though the anxiety still churns inside you. The legal battle is just beginning, and the road ahead looks long and treacherous.
“Thank you, San. For everything.”
He glances down at you, something soft and unspoken in his eyes, before giving you a nod.
“We’ll get through this. I promise,” he assures you.
With those words, you both walk toward his car, the future uncertain but no longer quite as overwhelming. You trust him, and for now, that’s enough.
2 days later
The rich, dark wood of Hongjoong’s office and the soft leather chairs normally evoke a sense of calm professionalism, but today the air is thick with tension.
You sit at the large table in the corner of his office, San beside you, his expression serious and focused. Across from you is Hongjoong, his brow furrowed in concentration, and to his right is Yeosang, a lawyer specialized in criminal law whom Hongjoong had brought in to help navigate this tangled mess.
Yeosang leans forward, flipping through the files spread out on the table, his sharp eyes scanning the details of your case with practiced ease. He seemed to be in deep thought. “We’re dealing with someone who knows what they’re doing. The drugs were placed in a high-traffic area—your car—and, more importantly, they had your fingerprints on them. It was deliberate for sure.”
You lean back in your chair, frustration and disbelief bubbling beneath your surface composure. “But how? How did they even get my fingerprints on the bags? I’ve never touched drugs in my life.”
Yeosang looks up at you, his expression calm and reassuring, though his mind is clearly racing through possibilities. “It’s not impossible to get your fingerprints on something without your knowledge. It could’ve been as simple as someone using an item of yours—a glass, a piece of paper, even a surface you touched—and transferring the prints to the bags. It’s not common, but it’s doable with the right resources.”
San’s hand tightens slightly on the table beside you, his jaw clenched. His eyes are sharp, focused on the bigger picture. “This wasn’t some random setup. Someone orchestrated this carefully. They knew exactly what they were doing. The question is—who benefits from framing Y/N?”
A heavy silence settles over the room as everyone exchanges glances. The answer hovers in the air, unspoken but undeniable.
“It has to be Jaeyoon,” Hongjoong voices out grimly.
You nod, the name sitting like a stone in your gut. The thought had crossed your mind more than once since this all started—your soon-to-be legally ex-husband, vindictive and controlling, would have the motive and the resources to pull something like this off. But even knowing that doesn’t make it any easier to accept.
“He’s been desperate to stop the divorce, but I refused to back down. He knows he’s losing his grip on me, and his family’s connections… they’d give him access to people who could do this.”
Hongjoong nods, his expression hardening with a protective edge. He’s known you and Jaeyoon long enough to have seen the warning signs, even if it took time for you to accept them yourself. “If Jaeyoon’s behind this, he’s playing a dangerous game. But we need proof. Right now, it’s all speculation.”
Yeosang taps his fingers lightly against the folder in front of him, deep in thought. “We’ll need to dig into Jaeyoon’s connections, his finances, and any third-party contacts he may have used. If we can find a trail—payments to people who could’ve planted the drugs, any suspicious transactions—we can start to build a case. Of course, we can't do that without a court order, so we would somehow have to bring him up to the court to be able to access his finances.”
San sits up straighter, his focus laser-sharp. “Speaking of finances, we went over Y/N’s financial records. They’re clean—no suspicious activity, no unexplained deposits or withdrawals. Whoever’s doing this wants to make it look like she’s running the operation without leaving any financial trail.”
Yeosang nods, impressed but not surprised. “That’s important. It gives us a baseline to work from—if there were any dirty money moving through your accounts, it would be much harder to prove your innocence.”
You feel a small sense of relief at that. At least that part of your life is still intact. But then the anxiety returns as the enormity of the situation sinks in. “So… what now? How do we prove that it wasn’t me?”
Yeosang leans forward again, his tone reassuring. “We focus on the weak points in their setup. The planted drugs, the lack of a financial trail, and the circumstantial nature of the evidence. We need to show the court that there’s reasonable doubt—and if we can link it back to Jaeyoon, we’ll turn this whole thing around.”
Hongjoong looks at you, his eyes softening slightly. “We’ll figure this out, Y/N. We just need to be smart about it. We’ll start looking into Jaeyoon’s connections and anything we can do legally without a court order. There has to be something—someone who can tie this back to him.”
San speaks up, his voice resolute. “I’ll coordinate with investigators and see what we can find. But we also need to be prepared for whatever Jaeyoon throws our way. He’s not going to back down easily if we were to bring him to court.”
You nod, your mind spinning with everything that’s been said. The pieces are slowly starting to come together, but there’s still so much uncertainty—so much at stake. You’ve always prided yourself on being strong, on keeping control of your life and your business, but now you feel like you’re navigating a minefield where every step could lead to disaster.
San looks at you, his gaze steady and unwavering. “You won’t be fighting alone. We’ve got your back.” You nod at him, a smile playing on your lips.
The room falls silent again, but this time there’s a sense of unity—of resolve. You’re facing an uphill battle, but you know you’re not facing it alone.
The door opened, and Jongho— an intern under San— stepped in, followed by your secretary, Yena. Their expressions were serious, and you immediately sensed that they had uncovered something important. Your pulse quickened as you turned to face them.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," Jongho began, his voice careful and respectful, "but we found something that might be really important."
Yena stood next to him, her eyes flicking to yours. “We were reviewing the security footage from the office building, particularly your office since I'm the only one that has access besides you. We were checking to see if there was anything unusual that could explain how this whole situation began. And… well, something stood out.”
Jongho pulled out a tablet from the folder he was carrying and moved toward the table. Everyone in the room leaned in, curiosity and hope sparking through the air. San's focus sharpened as Jongho tapped the screen, pulling up the relevant footage.
“We found this clip,” Jongho explained, “It was taken the day before the police discovered the drugs. It shows an employee bringing two cream-colored bags to your office—bags with wood samples inside.”
You leaned closer to the screen, watching the semi-grainy security footage play out. There you were, sitting at your desk, while one of the employees approached, two nondescript bags in hand. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You accepted the bag, placed it on the desk, and resumed your work.
But then your eyes caught something unusual.
“He’s wearing gloves,” you muttered, the realization hitting you like a punch to the gut.
"Exactly," Jongho replied, his voice low but confident. "That’s what caught our attention. Wearing sterile gloves to deliver wood samples? That’s not standard."
Yeosang leaned forward, eyes narrowing as he focused on the details of the footage. "It’s certainly not typical. Most people don’t wear gloves unless they’re handling something delicate, hazardous, or… they don’t want their fingerprints on it."
San clenched his jaw beside you, his hand resting on the table as he processed the implications. "Who is this employee?" he asked Jongho and Yena, though his gaze stayed fixed on the screen.
Yena stepped forward. "I’ve seen him before—he works in logistics, occasionally helping with deliveries. I believe his name is Jang Yohan. But I’ve never seen him wear gloves like that. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but now… it feels off."
"It wasn’t just wood samples in that bag, was it?" you asked quietly, almost to yourself. The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth. "That’s how they did it. Whoever set me up had him plant the drugs in that bag—wearing gloves to avoid leaving his prints. My fingerprints are the only ones that would be found on it."
Yeosang leaned back in his chair, his mind clearly running through the possibilities. "It makes sense. They were careful—calculated. The gloves are the giveaway. It’s likely whoever hired him instructed him to use them for this exact reason."
San handed the tablet back to Jongho, a grim determination settling over his face. "This is exactly what we need to create doubt in the prosecution’s case," he said, his voice strong. "It doesn’t clear Y/N yet, but it raises serious questions about how the drugs ended up in her possession."
Hongjoong, who had been pacing while the video played, finally stopped to look at you. His eyes were intense but filled with that familiar protective instinct. "We need to trace this back to whoever orchestrated it," he said firmly. "If it’s Jaeyoon, we need proof. We need to dig into his finances, find out if he paid anyone off, and see who this employee is connected to. It’s the only way we’ll be able to prove that Y/N was framed."
You nodded, your heart hammering in your chest. A glimmer of hope began to break through the fog of anxiety. "Thank you," you said quietly to Jongho and Yena. "This could be the key we’ve been looking for."
Jongho offered a small, reassuring smile. "We’ll keep digging. There has to be more."
As they exited the room, the weight of the situation seemed a little lighter. You glanced at San, who was already gathering his thoughts for the next steps.
"This changes everything," he said softly, though there was an edge of fire in his voice. "We’re going to prove your innocence, Y/N. Whoever’s behind this isn’t going to get away with it."
For the first time in days, you felt a small measure of hope. It was far from over, but now you had something to fight with—a direction to move in.
The video footage had given you something solid—something that could cast doubt on the charges against you. Yet, the deeper question still gnawed at you: who was behind it all? Jaeyoon?
Hongjoong was already pacing again, his mind clearly racing, when he stopped abruptly and turned to you, San, and Yeosang.
“Y/N,” Hongjoong said, his voice sharper with a sudden realization. “That employee—the one who handed you the bag with the wood samples. What exactly did he say when he gave it to you?”
You frowned, trying to recall the details of that day. "He said he would come back later to collect the bag after I’d reviewed the samples. I didn’t think much of it at the time—just normal procedure."
Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “And did he ever come back to get it?”
You nod your head. “Yes, I had it sitting on my desk to review it later as there was ample time before the deadline to approve it. He took it while I wasn't there. If I remember correctly, he told Yena that he mixed up the samples.”
San’s gaze snapped toward Hongjoong, who looked deep in thought. Slowly, Hongjoong walked back to his desk, picking up a photo that had been part of the evidence submitted by the prosecution. It was a picture of the drugs found in your car—specifically, the bags they had been placed in.
He stared at the picture for a long moment before grabbing a pen from his desk. Without a word, he drew a line across the image, right above a very noticeable purple mark on the bag. Then, he turned back to you.
“When you received the bag of wood samples,” Hongjoong began slowly, “did you notice anything unusual about it?”
Your mind raced back to that moment. It had been a normal day, and you were preoccupied with your work. But now, with the intensity of everything, you tried to remember.
“There was… a mark on one of the bags,” you said, furrowing your brow as the memory came into focus. “A black or purple ink mark.”
Hongjoong nodded, lifting the photograph up to eye level. "Look closely at this picture—the one of the drugs found in your car."
You leaned in, your eyes scanning the photo until they settled on the same purple mark that you’d just remembered. Your breath caught in your throat as the pieces began to fall into place.
“It’s the same bag,” San said, his voice tight with realization. “The exact same bag we see in the footage.”
Hongjoong nodded, his expression grim. “That employee came back for the bag because he wanted to switch out the wood samples for the drugs. The purple mark connects the bag found in your car with the one you were given in the office.”
Yeosang leaned forward, his fingers drumming against the table as his sharp mind began piecing it together. “This means whoever set this up planned it meticulously. They planted the drugs in the same bag that you’d innocently handled with the wood samples, ensuring your fingerprints were on it. When the police found it, there’d be no question—it would appear like you’d been in possession of it the entire time.”
You sank back in your chair, a mix of anger and disbelief coursing through you. “This was all calculated,” you murmured. “They knew exactly what they were doing.”
San’s face hardened, a new determination sparking in his eyes. "We have a direct link now. This bag connects the planted drugs to the employee who handed it to you. It’s evidence that can start to unravel their case against you."
Hongjoong crossed his arms, the gears of his mind turning. “If we can find out who this employee is connected to, we’ll have the leverage we need. I’m willing to bet everything that Jaeyoon is involved. We just need to follow the trail.”
Yeosang nodded in agreement. “The bag, the gloves, the purple mark... it’s all pointing toward a deliberate setup. We just need to dig deeper into the employee’s background, see who’s pulling the strings.”
San turned to you, his expression softer now but no less serious. "We’re getting closer, Y/N. This is the break we needed."
You met his gaze, feeling a flicker of hope return. It wasn’t over yet—not by a long shot—but with this new piece of evidence, you were finally beginning to see a way through the darkness.
-×-×-×-
2 weeks later
The courtroom was quieter this time, but the tension was even more palpable than before. You sat beside San at the defense table, your fingers gripping the edge of the chair. Across the aisle, the prosecutor shuffled through his papers, confident as ever. The employee—the one who had handed you the bags. Jang Yohan—was sitting at the witness stand, his eyes darting nervously around the room.
San was focused, calm, but you could feel the intensity radiating from him as he prepared to question the witness. Hongjoong sat a few rows behind you, his presence reassuring as always, while Yeosang was absent, working on other elements of the case. This was a critical moment, and everyone knew it.
The judge entered, and the room stood in unison. After the usual formalities, the hearing began. The prosecutor wasted no time presenting the case, confidently restating that the evidence was clear: you had been found in possession of illegal narcotics, your fingerprints were on the bags, and the prosecution would show that you were guilty of the charges.
Then it was time for San to present your defense. He stood slowly, his movements deliberate as he approached the judge.
"Your Honor," San began, his voice steady and commanding, "new evidence has come to light since our last hearing, which I believe will cast significant doubt on the charges against my client. We have footage that shows my client receiving the bags containing the drugs, but there’s more to it than that."
You couldn't help but find San extremely attractive. The way he carries himself, the way he speaks... focus, Y/N.
The judge’s eyes sharpened with interest. "Proceed, Mr. Choi."
San gestured toward the screen where the footage would be displayed. As the security video played, the room grew silent. You could see yourself sitting at your desk, accepting the bag from the employee. Everyone watched intently as the employee, conspicuously wearing sterile gloves, handed the bags over with care.
After the footage ended, San spoke again. "As you can see, the employee, Mr. Jang here, who delivered the bag at that time was wearing gloves. We found this suspicious, and upon further investigation, we discovered that the bag in question—both the one delivered in my client’s office and the one found in her car—has a unique identifying mark."
San held up a printed image of the bag, with the purple ink mark circled clearly in the photograph. "This very evident purple mark is present on both the bag from the footage and the one seized by the police. My client’s fingerprints were found on the bag because she handled it while inspecting wood samples," San explained. "We believe that Mr. Jang, under instruction, delivered the bag intentionally so that Ms. L/N's fingerprints would easily be all over it. We also have the footage of Mr. Jang coming back to Ms. L/N's office to get the bags hours later, wearing sterile gloves yet again. Additionally, a large chunk of footage was deleted from multiple viewpoints around the office building the same day Ms. L/N received the wood samples. The footage from Ms. L/N's office can only be accessed by Ms. L/N herself and her secretary."
The judge leaned forward, her eyes on the witness stand where the employee sat, clearly uncomfortable. "So you’re suggesting this employee, Mr. Jang, was complicit in planting the drugs, Mr. Choi?"
San nodded. "Yes, Your Honor. And we intend to prove it."
The judge turned her attention to the prosecutor, who frowned but nodded for the employee to be questioned.
San approached the witness stand, his gaze locking onto Mr. Jang, who was already shifting nervously in his seat. He started with a calm but pointed question. "Can you explain why you were wearing gloves when delivering the bag?"
Mr. Jang hesitated, his eyes flicking toward the prosecutor for support before returning to San. "I—I don’t really remember," he stammered. "It was a normal delivery."
San didn’t let up. "Is it normal for you to wear hospital-grade sterile gloves when handling wood samples that are already placed in a bag?"
Mr. Jang’s face flushed. "Not usually, no."
"Yet, on this particular occasion, you chose to wear gloves?" San pressed.
Jang Yohan fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable with the scrutiny. "I guess I—uh, I wasn’t thinking."
San’s expression remained cool as he continued. "Or were you instructed to wear them? Were you told to ensure your fingerprints weren’t left on the bag?"
His eyes widened, and you could see the panic starting to set in. "No, I wasn’t instructed—"
"Then how do you explain the purple mark on the bag?" San cut him off smoothly, pulling out another image of the bag found in your car, the mark clearly visible in both photos. "This is the same bag you delivered to my client, isn’t it?"
His lips pressed into a thin line. He glanced at the prosecutor again, but this time the prosecutor remained silent. His hesitation only deepened the growing suspicion in the room. "I don’t know," he muttered, avoiding eye contact.
San stepped closer, his tone still measured but carrying a steely edge. "You don’t know? Or you don’t want to say? Who instructed you to plant those drugs in Ms. L/N’s possession?"
The room was dead silent as everyone waited for his answer. The employee’s hands fidgeted in his lap, beads of sweat forming on his brow. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "No one… no one told me to plant anything." You inwardly sigh in utter frustration.
San took a step back, giving the employee a moment to breathe, but his eyes never left the man’s face. "You realize perjury is a serious crime, don’t you?"
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he did. "Yes… yes, I know."
San nodded once, satisfied for now. He turned back to the judge. "Your Honor, this man’s refusal to provide a clear explanation, combined with the evidence of the identical bags and the suspicious nature of his actions, strongly suggests that someone instructed him to plant the drugs in Ms. L/N’s possession. We will continue to investigate this matter, but we believe this evidence raises significant doubt about my client’s involvement."
The judge glanced from San to the employee, her expression unreadable. "Mr. Choi, I agree that the evidence raises questions. We will continue to allow further investigation into this matter, but for now, we will adjourn until the next scheduled hearing. The court is dismissed."
You felt a small wave of relief wash over you as you heard the sound of the gavel. The case wasn’t over, not by a long shot, but you could see that San had managed to shift the momentum in your favor. As the courtroom slowly emptied, you turned to San, gratitude and hope mixing in your chest.
"Thank you," you whispered, knowing full well that without him, the situation would have looked far bleaker.
San gave you a small, reassuring smile. "We’re getting there, Y/N. Step by step."
-×-×-×-
2 days later
The café was quiet, the low hum of conversation and the clinking of coffee cups providing a subtle background noise. San and his bestfriend Wooyoung, a corporate lawyer, sat at a corner table, their eyes scanning the room as they waited.
Wooyoung adjusted his jacket casually, the tiny recording device hidden within the fabric. He leaned back in his chair, his expression calm and collected, while San checked the time on his phone.
A few minutes later, the café door swung open, and the employee, Mr. Jang Yohan—nervous, disheveled, and clearly rattled from the last court hearing—stepped inside. His eyes darted around anxiously before they landed on San and Wooyoung. With a deep breath, he approached the table, his steps hesitant.
"Mr. Choi," he greeted San with a shaky voice, "you wanted to speak with me?"
San nodded, gesturing to the chair across from him. "Yes, have a seat."
Jang Yohan glanced around once more before sitting down, his hands fidgeting on the table. Wooyoung remained silent, observing the man carefully, his expression unreadable.
San wasted no time. He leaned forward slightly, his voice calm but firm. "We know you’re involved in framing Y/N, but what we need now is the full story. Who ordered you to plant the drugs in her car?"
The employee swallowed hard, clearly nervous. His gaze shifted to Wooyoung, who gave him a polite but unreadable smile. The pressure was mounting, and it was clear that the employee was caught between fear and guilt.
"I—I've told you, no one ordered me to do anything," he stammered, his voice trembling.
Wooyoung, sensing the employee’s hesitation, leaned forward, his tone friendly but sharp. "Look, we’re not here to ruin your life. But if you don’t come clean, this is going to end badly for you. You don’t want to be the fall guy in this mess, do you?"
Jang Yohan blinked, his hands shaking slightly as he looked down at the table. His shoulders slumped under the weight of the situation.
"I… I was just following orders," he whispered finally, his voice barely audible.
San exchanged a quick glance with Wooyoung, sensing that they were finally breaking through.
"Whose orders?" San asked, his tone measured, giving the man space to speak without pressure.
He hesitated, his fingers tapping nervously on the table. He glanced around again, clearly afraid of being overheard. Wooyoung remained calm, his hand resting casually on the table, the recording device capturing every word.
"It was… Ms. L/N's mother-in-law," the employee said, his voice shaking. "She… she approached me. She told me to place the drugs in Y/N’s car. She said it was the only way to stop the divorce and protect their family. She said she would have my kids expelled from their schools if I didn't listen. She also paid me off, and I—I didn’t know what else to do... I worked very hard to put my two children in a decent school, and one of them in guitar lessons."
The air around the table seemed to freeze as the words hung there. San’s expression didn’t change, but inside, a surge of anger and determination flared. This was the confirmation they needed.
"Jaeyoon’s mother, Mrs. Baek," San repeated, his voice carefully controlled. "She orchestrated all of this?"
Jang Yohan nodded quickly, looking down at his lap as if ashamed of his role. "Yes. She said her son told her there were no security camera's in Ms. L/N's office so there was no way I would get caught. They told me to delete the other footage of me moving about the building. I never wanted to do this."
Wooyoung leaned back slightly, giving the employee a sympathetic look. "And now, here you are, being dragged into a legal mess that could ruin your life."
He nodded, his face pale. "I didn’t know it would go this far. I just… I just did what she asked. I was scared of my kids' lives getting ruined."
San leaned back as well, keeping his expression neutral. "Well, you’ve just confessed to a crime. But here’s the thing—we’re willing to help you. If you cooperate with us, we can protect you and get you out of this. Your kids will not be affected in any way. But you’ll need to testify in court. You’ll need to tell the truth."
Jang Yohan looked up, his eyes wide with fear but also relief. "You’ll… you’ll help me?"
Wooyoung nodded, offering a small smile. "We’ll make sure you’re protected. But you have to stick to the truth, no matter what happens."
He nodded quickly, looking like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "I’ll do it. I’ll tell the truth. I don’t want any more trouble. I just want a good life for my kids."
San and Wooyoung stood up, the deal made. As they left the café, Wooyoung adjusted his jacket again, the recording safely stored. The confession was all there, captured and ready to be used in court.
As they walked toward the car, San turned to Wooyoung, his expression relieved but still serious. "That was risky, but it worked."
Wooyoung grinned, patting his jacket lightly. "Sometimes a little pressure does wonders."
San nodded, his mind already moving to the next steps. This was the turning point they needed. The truth was finally coming to light, and now, with the employee’s confession and the evidence in hand, they could start dismantling the case against you.
-×-×-×-
1 week later
The courtroom buzzed with anticipation as people filled the seats, journalists whispering to one another and spectators craning their necks to get a better view of the proceedings.
You sat beside San, your pulse racing as you watched the judge take her seat. This was it—the moment where everything could finally come to light. San had been relentless, and now the confession that could clear your name was about to be delivered.
The employee who had played such a pivotal role in your framing sat nervously at the witness stand, fidgeting as the prosecutor paced in front of him. Across the room, you could see the prosecutor’s frustration—this wasn’t going to go the way they had hoped. San, calm and composed as ever, sat back in his chair, waiting for his moment.
After the preliminary questions from the prosecution, it was San’s turn. He stood up, buttoning his jacket before walking toward the witness stand, his presence commanding the room. Jang Yohan avoided eye contact, clearly uneasy but ready to confess what he had done.
San didn’t waste any time. He stopped directly in front of the witness stand and addressed the employee with a calm, measured voice. "You’ve already testified that you were the one who delivered the bag to Ms. L/N. Now, I want you to tell this court exactly what you told me. Who ordered you to place the drugs in her car?"
The courtroom fell silent, every eye on the employee. He glanced nervously toward the prosecutor before finally speaking.
"It was Mrs. Baek, Ms. L/N's mother-in-law," the employee admitted, his voice trembling. "She told me to do it. She… she said it was to stop the divorce, that if I didn’t help, her family would be ruined. She threatened to have my kids expelled from their school, and she paid me a lot of money, too."
Gasps rippled through the courtroom, and the judge raised a brow in interest. San continued, his expression neutral but firm.
"So, Ms. L/N's soon-to-be ex-husband's mother orchestrated the entire plan to frame Ms. L/N for drug possession and distribution?" San asked, his voice steady.
The employee nodded, his face pale. "Yes. She paid me to plant the drugs in Ms. L/N's car. I didn’t want to, but she… she said I had no choice. She promised I wouldn’t get in trouble if I helped her."
San turned to the judge, his tone shifting to one of firm conviction. "Your Honor, this confession clearly establishes that my client has been framed by her ex-in-law's family. This entire case against Ms. L/N has been a deliberate attempt to discredit her and force her into submission."
The judge’s gaze moved from San to the prosecutor, who looked visibly shaken by the turn of events. The entire courtroom felt the weight of what had just been revealed.
"I request," San continued, his voice growing stronger, "that the court issue a subpoena for the financial records of Mr. Baek Jaeyoon’s family. If this court examines their transactions, I am confident we will find evidence of payments made to individuals—perhaps even this very employee—proving that this was a calculated scheme to frame my client."
The judge looked thoughtful, leaning back in her chair. She glanced at the prosecutor, who was still recovering from the bombshell of the confession.
The prosecutor rose, clearly scrambling for control. "Your Honor, while the testimony is damning, we must be cautious about making broad accusations without hard evidence. There is no direct proof connecting the Baek family finances to any payments made in relation to this case."
San didn’t miss a beat. "That is precisely why I’m requesting access to their financial records. We have the employee’s confession, and now we need to follow the money trail. If Baek Jaeyoon’s mother orchestrated this, the payments will be there. This court needs to see the full picture before passing any judgment on my client."
The judge tapped her fingers lightly on the bench, her eyes shifting between the prosecutor and San. After a long moment, she spoke.
"Mr. Choi’s argument is compelling. Given the testimony we’ve just heard, I am inclined to allow the request for a financial investigation into the Baek family. The court will issue a subpoena for the necessary records, and a thorough examination will be conducted."
You exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. The tension in the room eased slightly, but the stakes remained high. The judge nodded toward San, signaling that he had the floor.
"I also request, Your Honor," San added, "that the charges against Ms. L/N be dropped while pending the results of this investigation. With this new testimony, there is significant doubt about her involvement, and keeping her under suspicion serves no purpose."
The judge paused again, thinking it over, then turned back to the prosecutor. "Does the prosecution wish to oppose this request?"
The prosecutor, still reeling from the confession, reluctantly shook his head. "No, Your Honor. We will await the results of the investigation."
With a sharp rap of the gavel, the judge made her decision. "The court grants the request for a financial investigation into the Baek family and suspends the charges against Ms. L/N pending the outcome. This hearing is adjourned."
The courtroom buzzed with murmurs of excitement and shock as the judge exited. You let out a long breath, feeling lighter for the first time in what felt like forever. San turned to you, his expression softening as he met your eyes.
"We’re not done yet," he said quietly, "but we’re closer than we’ve ever been."
You nodded, relief and gratitude flooding through you. The truth was finally starting to emerge, and now, with the financial investigation underway, it was only a matter of time before the entire web of lies unraveled.
-×-×-×-
1 week later
The atmosphere in the courtroom was electric with anticipation. Journalists lined the back rows, cameras flashing as they caught glimpses of the key figures entering.
Jaeyoon and his family sat on one side of the room, their expressions tense and cold. Across from them, you sat with San, your heart pounding as the final pieces of the puzzle came together. This was the moment you had been waiting for—the culmination of everything you’d fought so hard for.
Your family, finally here to support you, sat behind you, their presence a welcome comfort in this fraught situation. They had never believed you before and hadn't supported you at all, but you couldn’t help but not care today. You felt good today.
The judge took her seat at the bench, her sharp eyes scanning the room as she called the court to order. The tension was palpable as the final hearing began. This time, Jaeyoon and his family were the ones on trial, and you could feel the shift in the room—the power dynamic was no longer against you.
San stood up, his movements calm and measured as he approached the bench. He held a folder in his hand, the evidence that would finally expose Jaeyoon and his family for their crimes.
"Your Honor," San began, his voice steady and commanding, "the financial records that were subpoenaed have revealed a deeply concerning pattern of illegal transactions made by Mr. Baek Jaeyoon and his family. Over the past several months, large sums of money have been wired from Mr. Baek Jaeyoon’s personal account to an influential politician, Yoon Daechul. These funds were used to facilitate the procurement of illegal narcotics, which were then planted in Ms. L/N’s possession as part of a scheme orchestrated by Mr. Baek’s mother."
A murmur rippled through the courtroom as San presented the financial records, each one showing the repeated wire transfers. The judge’s expression remained neutral, but there was a spark of interest in her eyes as she leaned forward to examine the documents.
San continued, his voice unwavering. "The money trail is clear—each payment corresponds with a significant political favor or action, all of which led to the acquisition and placement of the drugs. This politician acted as a middleman, using his connections to secure the narcotics that were used to frame my client. The Baek family attempted to cover their tracks, but the records don’t lie."
The judge turned her attention to the prosecutor, who looked visibly rattled by the developments. "Does the prosecution have anything to say regarding these findings?"
The prosecutor stood, his expression stiff as he shook his head. "No, Your Honor. The evidence speaks for itself."
The judge nodded, then turned her gaze to Jaeyoon and his family. "Mr. Baek, your financial records clearly show that you and your family engaged in illegal transactions with a known politician in exchange for narcotics. This court will not tolerate such blatant disregard for the law, nor will it allow innocent individuals to be wrongfully accused as a result of your actions."
Jaeyoon’s mother shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her once imperious demeanor now replaced by visible anxiety. Jaeyoon himself remained stoic, but there was no mistaking the tension in his clenched jaw and stiff shoulders.
San took a breath before continuing. "Your Honor, I also want to address the broader context of this case. Ms. L/N and Mr. Baek Jaeyoon were once married, but their relationship took a dark turn. Ms. L/N sought a divorce after enduring emotional and physical harm at the hands of Mr. Baek. The situation escalated to such a degree that Ms. L/N was forced to file for a restraining order to protect herself."
He held up the restraining order for the court to see, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "This was not a simple marital dispute. Mr. Baek inflicted harm on Ms. L/N, both physically and emotionally. She had no choice but to separate from him and take legal measures to ensure her own safety."
San’s eyes flicked toward you for a moment, offering a reassuring glance before he turned back to the judge. "This conspiracy is an extension of Mr. Baek’s attempts to control and manipulate Ms. L/N. His actions have gone beyond personal harm and escalated into a criminal scheme designed to ruin her reputation and destroy her life."
Jaeyoon’s face reddened with anger. He shot up from his seat, glaring at San. "That’s a lie!" he shouted, his voice shaking with fury. "I never laid a hand on her—she’s exaggerating everything to make herself look like the victim!"
The judge raised an eyebrow, her gaze hardening. "Mr. Baek, you will refrain from speaking unless addressed directly by the court."
Jaeyoon’s mother, unable to remain silent any longer, stood as well, her voice sharp and indignant. "Your Honor, this is nothing more than a slanderous attack on my family! That woman—" she pointed accusingly at you—"has been trying to ruin my son from the beginning! She never belonged in our family, and she couldn’t handle the pressure of being part of something bigger than herself. This restraining order is just her way of making herself look innocent!"
The judge’s gaze was ice-cold as she replied. "Mrs. Baek, the restraining order was granted based on documented evidence of harm and harassment. This court will not dismiss it as a fabrication."
Jaeyoon, sensing the growing tension between himself and his mother, suddenly snapped. "You know what? Fine! Yes, the money was wired. Yes, the drugs were planted, but it wasn’t my idea!" He turned to his mother, his expression hardening. "This whole thing started because of her. She couldn’t stand the idea of losing control, and she dragged me into this mess."
His mother gasped audibly. "Jaeyoon! How dare you—"
"It’s the truth, Mother!" Jaeyoon snapped, his voice filled with anger and bitterness. "You said we had to get rid of Y/N no matter what if she went through with the divorce, that she was a threat to our reputation. You were the one who wanted to frame her! I went along with it, yes, but you were the mastermind!"
The courtroom buzzed with whispers and murmurs as Jaeyoon threw his mother under the bus. His mother, for the first time, looked truly rattled, her confident demeanor cracking. She opened her mouth to respond but couldn’t find the words.
The judge raised her hand, silencing the courtroom. "Regardless of who initiated the scheme, it is clear that both of you participated in an illegal conspiracy to harm Ms. L/N. The court is not interested in your blame-shifting; we are here to ensure justice is served. You will both be held accountable."
The judge turned back to you. "Ms. L/N, given the overwhelming evidence presented in this case, I hereby dismiss all charges against you. The court recognizes that you were the victim of an elaborate and malicious scheme. You are free to go."
Relief washed over you, your heart soaring as the weight of the past few months lifted from your shoulders. San’s hand brushed against yours beneath the table, a quiet gesture of support and reassurance. Behind you, your family let out sighs of relief, your mother placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
But the judge wasn’t finished. Her gaze returned to Jaeyoon and his mother, her voice now firm. "Baek Jaeyoon, your mother, and any individuals involved in this conspiracy will now face charges of fraud, bribery, and conspiracy to commit a crime. This court will see to it that justice is served. You are hereby ordered to remain in custody pending further investigation."
The gavel struck the bench, and the courtroom erupted into a flurry of activity. Reporters scrambled to document the fallout as Jaeyoon and his family were escorted from the courtroom in disgrace, their faces pale and drawn.
You stood slowly, still processing the magnitude of what had just happened. San was beside you in an instant, his hand resting gently on your back. "It’s over," he said quietly, his voice filled with quiet triumph. "You’re free."
You turned to face him, tears welling in your eyes, but this time, they were tears of relief and gratitude. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice breaking slightly. "I couldn’t have done this without you."
San smiled softly, his eyes warm. "You didn’t have to. We were always in this together."
As you left the courtroom, surrounded by your family and the people who had fought beside you, you felt a sense of peace you hadn’t known in a long time.
Justice had been served, and for the first time in months, you could breathe freely, knowing that the truth had finally prevailed.
-×-×-×-
The morning sun cast a warm glow over the city as you drove toward Saturn & Co., your heart lighter than it had been in months. The events of the trial were still fresh in your mind—the relief of being exonerated, the weight of the accusations finally lifting off your shoulders.
Today, you were returning to the company you had built, ready to step back into your role as CEO with renewed purpose after weeks of suffering.
As your car approached the building, you noticed something different. A large crowd of employees stood gathered outside the front entrance, their faces lit with excitement. You slowed the car, your curiosity piqued, and as you pulled into your parking spot, the realization hit you—they were all waiting for you.
The moment you stepped out of the car, the sound of cheering erupted from the crowd. It caught you off guard, the sheer volume of their support overwhelming. Your heart swelled with emotion as you took in the scene in front of you.
"Welcome back, Ms. L/N!" someone shouted from the crowd, and soon, the voices of your employees echoed the sentiment, their cheers blending together in a wave of affection and celebration.
Your eyes landed on a large banner strung up across the front of the building. In bold, colorful letters, it read:
"Welcome Back to Our Beloved CEO! We’re So Proud of You!"
Tears pricked at your eyes as you stood there, momentarily stunned by the outpouring of love. These were the people who had stood by you throughout everything—who had never lost faith in you even when the world seemed determined to tear you down. They had believed in your innocence, and now, they were here to celebrate your return.
A soft hand rested on your shoulder, and you turned to see Yena standing beside you, her face glowing with pride. "We wanted to do something special for you," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "You’ve been through so much, and we’re just so happy to have you back where you belong."
You smiled at her, your heart full of gratitude. "Thank you, Yena," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "This means more than I can put into words."
You took a deep breath and began walking toward the entrance, the crowd parting to let you through. Your employees clapped and cheered as you made your way up the steps, and for the first time in a long while, you felt a sense of peace and belonging.
As you reached the front door, you paused for a moment, turning back to the crowd. "Thank you," you said, your voice carrying over the noise. "I’m so grateful for all of you. Saturn & Co. isn’t just a company—it’s a family. And I’m proud to be your CEO."
The applause grew louder, and you smiled, feeling the warmth of their support wrap around you like a protective shield. With renewed energy, you stepped into the building, ready to lead once more.
Inside, the familiar sights and sounds of the office greeted you—people bustling about, the hum of conversation, the scent of freshly brewed coffee. It felt like home, and after everything you had been through, you realized just how much this place—and these people—meant to you.
As you walked toward your office, you passed by employees who smiled at you, offering words of encouragement and congratulations. By the time you reached your desk, you felt lighter, more hopeful than you had in months.
Sitting down, you looked out over the city through the large windows, a smile playing on your lips. The battle had been long and hard, but you had emerged on the other side stronger than ever.
A knock was heard at your door before Yena stepped in, a bright smile on her face that caused one to form on yours too. "Ms. L/N... the surprises aren't done yet!"
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really?"
"Mhmm, you have a dinner reservation with Attorney Choi San at the Signiel Hotel tonight," she says with a smirk, well aware of the feelings you had for San. "I also booked a suite for the two of you at the hotel."
You blushed, a small chuckle escaping your lips. "Yena... you're too much."
"I know!" she beamed. "I know you get off only at six thirty today, so I already packed a little bag for you. I also chose your outfit for tonight as well and I'll do your hair and makeup too!"
-×-×-×-
When you arrived at the restaurant in the hotel, your heart raced when you noticed San seated at a booth in the corner, looking at the Seoul skyline, the sun setting in the distance. He was wearing beige pants and a navy blue shirt with a couple of buttons undone. You were also wearing navy blue, and knowing Yena, you knew she purposely got you this dress to match with San.
As you moved closer to San, the sound of your heels caught his attention, and he turned to look at you.
He stands up, taking your hand in his. He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a delicate kiss at the back of it. "Y/N..." he greets, "you look gorgeous tonight."
You blush. "Thank you, so do you, Sannie."
San giggles. "Shall we?"
You take a seat across San, and he pours a glass of wine for you. "How was work? Yena told me your employees surprised you today." You nod your head, taking a sip of the sweet wine while you made conversation about the events of your day. San listened to you so attentively, his eyes full of adoration.
The waitress brought the food and you noticed it had some of your favorite dishes; ones that you told San you loved weeks ago. You felt really touched that he remembered your likes and dislikes.
The two of you ate in comfortable silence, occasionally talking about the food or an old memory while you both watched the sun set and the light from the buildings around became more bright.
After dinner, the two of you went to your suite at the hotel, putting on a romcom movie and sipping on some more wine. Throughout the movie, you were cuddled up to San's side, your arms wrapped around his muscular arm. You felt very at peace. You felt so safe with San.
Once the movie ended, you stretched your arms, getting up on your feet. You walk towards the floor-to-ceiling windows, placing a hand on the glass while you looked at the beautiful night view of Seoul.
San made his way towards you, pausing right behind you. "It's so pretty," you say in awe, turning around to look at him. The strap of your dress was nearly falling off your shoulder, catching San's attention.
San thought you were glowing. You looked so beautiful.
He took two slow steps towards you, towering over your smaller form. His eyes roamed all over your face. It seemed like he wanted to say something but was hesitant to.
"What's wrong, Sannie?" you ask, hand reaching up to cup his face. He placed a hand over yours while leaning into your touch. He was looking intensely in your eyes like as if he was looking for some signs.
"Can I kiss you?" San asks in the softest tone he could muster.
You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up. "I'd like that."
San brought his free hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing along your skin. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, making you lean into his touch.
He leans down closer to you, brushing his lips against yours before gently kissing you. It felt just like how he kissed you at his place — soft, warm, and pure.
Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer to you. You caught his bottom lip in between your teeth, giving it a light bite. San let out a faint moan at your actions, pressing his body against yours.
When San pulled away to breathe, you took the opportunity to kiss his neck, gently sucking and licking at his skin, making sure to leave a mark on him Your other hand traced the expanse of his shoulder before moving down his chest until you reached the button of his shirt that wasn't undone. You place your hand flat on his chest, and you could feel his heart beating fast.
You pulled away to look at him. "Can I?" you ask, eyes moving between his and the buttons of his shirt.
"Yes, please," he responds, and you slowly move your fingers to unbutton his shirt, his muscular chest and abs coming into view.
San swiftly swept you off your feet, carrying you bridal-style to the loveseat in the very corner of the living room. As soon as he sat down with you in his arms, you moved to straddle his lap. You gently push the navy blue shirt off his body, exposing his bare upper body to you.
Oh. My. Goodness. Holy. Fuck.
Now, this was a view you could never get enough of: San, half naked, looking up at you with hooded eyes, with the Seoul skyline in the background.
San smirked, extending his muscular arms along the top of the backrest of the loveseat. "Impressed?" He asks, titling his head slightly, a smug look on his face while he watched your eyes take in the sight of his body that he worked very hard on despite his hectic attorney schedule.
You leaned in to place a lingering kiss on his lips before you let yourself sit down completely on his lap, feeling his hard dick beneath you, the only barrier being the material of your panties and his pants.
You mimicked his smirk, straightening your body, reaching for the hem of your dress, taking it off right in front of his eyes, letting it pool on the ground, leaving you in just your lacey panties.
San's jaw dropped.
He shamelessly checked you out, eyes noticing the muscles on your thighs, his mind imagining his face getting squeezed by them.
If you thought San was hard enough beneath you before, he was even harder now.
"Impressed?" You ask, repeating his words, your hands running through his soft black hair before resting on his shoulders. You leaned in to kiss him again, grinding down on his hard clothed dick.
San was about to lose his mind. "Very," he practically growls.
You noticed he hadn't touched you in any way yet. You reach for his hands, bringing them up to your chest so he could grab your tits. When he looked at you, you nodded at him, giving him consent to touch you.
San brought your lips back to his in a hungry kiss while you continued to grind on his clothed dick. His hands played with your boobs, giving them a light massage, rolling your hard nipples between his fingers. You let out a moan in his mouth, and you could feel your panties sticking to your wet folds.
You slightly pulled away, resting your forehead against his. "San..." You say his name breathlessly. Your head spinning from the intensity of the kiss. Your clit was throbbing, begging to be touched in any way. "San, please."
"Please what, baby?" San murmurs, his hands moving up and down your thighs. The pet name from his lips caused a chill to run down your spine.
"I want you right now," you say, pressing your core down harder on his clothed dick.
"Want me how?" He knew the answer, but he wanted to tease you.
You lean down to kiss his neck, dragging kisses up to his earlobe, placing a soft kiss beneath his ear. "Attorney Choi... Choi San..." you whisper in his ear in a low tone. "I want you to fuck me right now."
San's hands moved up your thigh to your heated core. He touched you over the fabric of your panties, smirking at the wet patch he could feel. "So needy for me, hmm?"
He looked you straight in the eye when his hands moved to one side of your hip, ripping that side of your panties, repeating the same thing on the other side. You gasped at his actions, and he tossed the scraps onto your dress on the floor.
"I really liked those panties," you say with a light chuckle, moving your body up to make yourself more comfortable, but San stopped you midway; your tits were right in front of his face.
"I'll get you a whole pack of them later," he murmurs in a low tone. "But could you stay like this for me, hmm?"
He took your nipple in his mouth while his finger swiped your slit to collect the wetness there. He rubbed your slick onto your clit, using it as lube to better rub your clit.
"San, fuckkk," you moaned when his finger moved faster on your clit. Without any warning, he pushed two fingers inside your wet pussy, wasting no time in pumping his fingers in and out while his thumb rubbed your clit in circular motions.
San pulled his fingers out, and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He sucked his fingers clean before picking you up and taking you to the bedroom of the suite. He dropped you onto the bottom of the bed so that your legs were dangling off the edge.
San unbuckled his belt, tossing it aside, his pants and briefs off following shortly after. You marveled at the sight of him nude in front of you, your hips bucked up involuntarily at the mere sight of him. He dropped to his knees, his hands moving your legs to rest over his shoulder. He wasted no time in licking your slit, moaning at your sweet taste. He attached his mouth to your clit, licking and sucking the nub while he slowly introduced two fingers in again.
Your thighs were squeezing his head, just like he imagined, and your loud moans prompted him to pump his fingers even faster. You were so lost in your pleasure until your orgasm came crashing, and you came all over San's fingers.
You took a minute to compose yourself before you sat up straight, wrapping your hand around his hard cock. You pumped his length, your thumb rubbing circles on his slit. San moaned you name out before taking your lips in his, his tongue brushing across your lower lip. You opened your mouth slightly to give him more access, but he pulled away and stopped your hand from jerking him off further. "You're making me feel too good, sweetheart... I might just bust right now."
"Let me ride you then," you say to him.
San nods, moving to lie down in the middle of the bed. You hovered over his cock, leaning down to kiss him. "I'm on the pill," you let him know before sinking down onto his length.
You started moving down on his dick at a slow pace, wanting to take the time to familiarize yourself with the way his cock felt in you. You sunk down even more until you bottomed out. You gave yourself some time to adjust to his size before you increased the pace, bouncing on his dick.
His hands moved to cup your ass, helping you slam harder on him. "God, Y/N, I-I swear... you're so fucking hot taking my dick like that," he growls.
The room was filled with your combined moans and the sound of skin clapping, and you watched San's eyebrows furrow while his tongue darted out to wet his laps, his upper teeth sinking into his bottom lip while he moaned.
San loved the way your tits bounced and the way you threw your head back, but he wanted to take control now. Placing his hands on your hips, he stopped you from moving and quickly flipped you onto your back.
"Let me take care of you, yeah?" He slammed his cock in and out of you in a rapid pace, his hands interlocking with yours while he fucked you. He was repeatedly hitting your spot, and you felt the coil of pleasure tighten in your stomach. You tried to move your hands to touch him, but his hands held yours down with a little force, the gesture causing your clit to throb yet again.
"San... I... It's... I'm gonna..." you struggle to say. Your body felt like it was on fire.
"Let it go, baby, cum for me," San encourages, hand reaching down to rub your sensitive clit. Few more thrusts and an intense orgasm washes over your body, causing your body to shake while you chanted out his name.
"Hold on, baby, I'm almost there," San lets you know. He quickened his pace even more before coming to a stop, his dick pulsating in you when he reached his climax.
San slowly pulled out before collapsing next to you. He reached for your sticky, sweaty body, pulling you to his chest while you both tried to calm your breathing.
He kisses your forehead. "Are you okay?"
"Mhmm," you mumble, "It was so good." San chuckles, holding you close to him. "Hey, San?"
"Hmm?"
"You know I have feelings for you, right?" you confess.
"Oh really? I didn't know that!" he teases, and you lightly smack his chest. "Of course, I think everyone knows that now. But Y/N?"
"Yeah?"
"You know I have feelings for you too, right?" he admits, and the butterflies in your stomach flutter around wildly.
"I... I wasn't too sure," you murmur honestly, "I felt like there was so much going on and... I don't know, I thought that you might like me, but I've been... too much lately, these past few months."
San strokes the back of your head. "And? If anything, these past few months where you were so vulnerable and yet so brave, so strong, has made me admire you even more. My feelings for you have only kept growing since the first time you stepped into my office. I want to be with you, Y/N. I want to show you the life you deserve."
"You do?" you ask in a soft tone, your heart racing at his confession.
"Yes, sweetheart," he chuckles lightly. "But I don't want to rush into anything. I know these past few months have been hard for you. I want you to take as much time you want or need before you decide that I'm the one you want."
You hum, thinking about his words, appreciating how considerate he's always been. "I only want you, San," you turn to look at him, "I'll always only want you. I want to take things slow," you mentally laugh, because you literally just had sex with him, "but I want to do it all with you."
San's smile widens, his dimples deepening as warmth fills his eyes. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering like a promise. "You have no idea how much that means to me," he whispers, voice hushed with emotion. "I never thought I'd find someone who sees me like you do."
Your heart swells, and you pull him into a sweet kiss, one where you both can't stop smiling. The way his lips move against yours feels like a silent vow, like this moment is the beginning of something more—something real.
When you break apart, you giggle softly, your foreheads resting together. "Let's take a shower together and then cuddle to sleep, hmm?"
San chuckles, his breath brushing your skin. "You sure you're not trying to tempt me again?" His eyes twinkle with playful mischief.
You pretend to think about it, biting your lip. "Maybe… or maybe I just want to hold you close and feel safe in your arms."
San’s grin softens into something more intimate, his gaze steady on yours. "Then let me take care of you, the way you deserve. Always."
As you both make your way to the shower, hand in hand, the future doesn’t feel so uncertain anymore. For the first time in a long while, you're no longer weighed down by the past or the fear of what might happen next. All that matters is this—San, you, and the love that's beginning to blossom between you.
And as the warm water cascades over you both, washing away all the worries of the day, you know deep down, you're exactly where you belong.
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SF9 favorite positions for cockwarming
Pairing: sf9 x female reader
Genre: fluff-smut
Warnings: penetration
Bonus song rec: Deep Ocean, by WayV
Read under the cut
Youngbin:
You are sitting on his lap wearing your favorite oversized t-shirt and your panties are placed aside "You don't have to do anything, baby". He loves how domestic that is: the TV is on, maybe it's a reality show or a romcom. His dick is all the way inside you and he can tease your clit with his fingertips from time to time. But just by brushing over your delicate nub, a small tear of arousal pours out of you. You are supposed to enjoy quality time, after all.
Inseong:
He is very fond of staying naked for a while after you had sex. During this time he may pull you close as if he would cuddle you, your big spoon. Instead, you and he are just waiting until he has a new erection so he can push it inside you and keep it there. Your sex is still sensitive from the intercourse but he shushes you "Please, let me stay close to you".
Jaeyoon:
He likes his sweetheart on top of him on lazy mornings. It's easier to become intimate with him because he sleeps with few, if any, clothes. Climbing on his chest as he grabs your ass is natural. You ask why he is hard just to have him chuckling and immediately making himself fit into your humid hole. "Why are you wet?"
Dawon:
Sanghyuk can't stay much in the same position when he is inside you. As a result, your cockwarming sessions will be a bit chaotic with you asking him to persist a bit more. Being close to him is so delicious, his muscles feel nice against your skin. You normally get to be on top, using your weight as an instrument to keep him still. You kiss his cheeks, stroke his scalp and consequently earn plenty of "love you's" from him.
Rowoon:
Okay, you all took some time to figure that out. Yet, based on the fact that Rowoon loves getting his dick sucked (and also giving oral because of his blessed oral fixation) he enjoys having you warming his cock in your mouth. The way both you and him feel intimate in such circumstances fascinates him. You can even close your eyes and give in to the scalp massage he gives you. "Sugar, you can stop whenever you feel like".
Zuho:
His baby girl looks so pretty wearing a skirt with no panties, especially when you motion him to make room for you to sit. He smiles and straight up pulls his shorts down so there's no barrier between your sexes (he didn't have any underwear either). Juho keeps working on his songs while you smell his neck and get sleepy.
Yoo Taeyang:
Taeyang stirs more than he should when you are trying to warm his dick but you find it lovely. You often convince him to get naked and let you take care of him when he is exhausted. So you sit on his cock and kiss him lazily. You shush him with open-mouthed kisses and pin his wrists onto the mattress.
Hwiyoung:
Youngkyun places you on his lap, none of you are wearing bottoms. His thighs feel soft under you and he toys with yours, sinking his digits in your flesh here and there. His breath is so slow, so deep and soothing, it's like meditation. You feel yourself melting on top of him, moaning low at the soft stretch his unmoving thickness causes in you. "Is it too deep?" he asks. "It's perfect" you answer, pinning yourself more to his body.
Chani:
Warning: light degradation
He doesn't have a favorite position because he hates cockwarming. The maximum you get from him is making him punish you with it. I mean, he makes you hold your mouth still with his length inside while he is scrolling down on Instagram (of course he kisses you gently after he is satisfied). On another occasion, he pushes himself all the way into your pussy from behind and makes you answer a call.
#sf9 smut#sf9 scenarios#youngbin smut#inseng smut#jaeyoon smut#dawon smut#rowoon smut#zuho smut#yoo taeyang smut#hwiyoung smut#chani smut
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kpop masterlist
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❄️ = angst themes
🚧 = smut themes
🤸♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is
🚀 = crack fic themes
🎩 = dark and/or violent themes
🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc
🍳 = slow burn
🦕 = personal favorite
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Memory | 🍓❄️🦕 Kim Byeongkwan x Reader + Park Junhee x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]
Ateez
Only One | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🦕 CEO!Choi San x Reader
BigBang
It’s An Act [WBU I] | ❄️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader
Smoke | 🍓🤸♀️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader
BTS
Runaway | 🍓❄️🏩 Mafia!Kim Seokjin (Jin) x Reader (Mafia AU) Preview 1 2 3 4 x
Mah Boyfriend | 🍓🍓🤸♀️🦕 Jung Jungkook x Idol!Reader
BTOB
Hidden Heart | 🍓🍓🍓🤸♀️🚀🍳 Lee Minhyuk (HUTA) x Idol!Reader [Headcanon]
Day6
A University Dilemma | 🤸♀️ Kang Younghyun (Young-K) x Reader (Univeristy AU)
What A Joke | ❄️ Kang Younghyun (Young K) x Reader + Park Jaehyung x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]
So... Haha... I Like You | 🍓🦕 Park Jaehyung x Reader (Fake Dating AU)
EXO
Wheel Of Fortune | 🍓🍳🚀 Park Chanyeol x Reader [Headcanon]
Welcome To The Jungle | 🚀🚀🚀🏩 Park Chanyeol & Oh Sehun (Jungle AU)
Maybe We Still Have A Shot [WBU III] | 🍓🍓🏩 CatHybid!Oh Sehun x Reader (University AU)
Unrequited Attraction | 🚧🏩🍳🦕 Mafia!Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Retail Worker!Reader
Color Palette | 🍓 Byun Baekhyun x Reader [Blurb]
Brown Leaves | 🍓 Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader (University AU)
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One Million In One Day | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🍳 Sugar Daddy!Jackson Wang x Reader Preview ~ Alternate Moodboard ~ Moodboard Teaser 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
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Somewhere In Between | ❄️❄️Civil Engineer!Park Jinyoung x Reader + Architect!Henry Lau x Reader
Trading Secrets | 🍓🍓 Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader
JYJ
Winning Losses | ❄️ Kim Jaejoong x Idol!Reader
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Introspect | 🍓🤸♀️ Lee Jooheon x Reader [Blurb]
Letting Off Steam | 🤸♀️ Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x ArtStudent!Reader (University AU)
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Seventeen
December Dates | 🍓🚀 bf!Seventeen x Reader [Headcanon]
The Stroke Of Midnight | 🍓❄️🏩🦕 Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader
Here's My Problem: I Can't Get You Out Of My Head | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🎩🎩🏩🍳🦕 Detective!Jeon Wonwoo x Actress!Reader
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Half Of My Heart | 🍓❄️🤸♀️🍳 Kim Mingyu x Reader + Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (CEO AU)
On A Thread | ❄️❄️ CEO!Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) x Nurse!Reader
SF9
A Final Offering | 🍓🍓❄️🏩🦕 Deity!Kim Inseong & Child!Reader + Baek Juho (Zuho) x Mom
What Does It Mean? | 🍓❄️🤸♀️ Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader (University AU)
16th Floor | 🍓🤸♀️ Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader (Office AU)
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Understand This |❄️ Choi Minho x Reader I Don’t Understand [Understand This II] | ❄️ Choi Minho x Reader
It’s All A Big Joke [WBU II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader
Th-that’s Not | ❄️❄️🚧🦕 Lee Taemin x Reader Regrets [Th-that’s Not II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader
Angel Bride | ❄️🚧🏩🦕 Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader
Noona, You're So Pretty | 🍓 Lee Taemin x Noona!Reader
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Bootylicious | 🍓🚀 Bang Chan x Idol!Reader
Super Junior
The Soup | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 SuJu x SuJu Maknae!Reader [Headcanon]
Secrets Of A Maknae | 🍓🚀🚀 Kim Heechul x SuJuMaknae!Reader
The Boyz
Gentle With Me | 🍓🍓🤸♀️ Lee Sangyeon x Reader
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Pitter-Patter | 🍓 Jung Yunho (U-Know) x Reader (Pre-School Teacher AU)
The Art Of Deception | ❄️🎩🏩 Shim Changmin x Reader (Secret Agent/Spy AU)
TXT
Forget About It | 🍓❄️🤸♀️🍳🦕 Choi Soobin x Reader (University AU)
WINNER
I’m Not Playing | 🍓❄️❄️ Gangster!Song Minho (Mino) x Reader 1 2 3
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hot summer — jake
✦ genre ; smut, slight angst, fluff, young love, best friends-to-lovers, college au, masc!reader, best friend!jake, best friend!enhypen, top!jake, bot!reader, jake being a jealous best friend during summer break.
✦ warnings ; minor language, degradation kink, sexual tension, saliva as lubricant, unprotected sex, jealousy, marking, handjob, hair pulling, public sex, beach sex, grinding, edging, probably inaccurate beach rugby game.
✦ word count ; 5.3k
"Are you coming with me and the others? It is summer break, you know? You got to loosen up and have some fun, [Y/N]." Jake asked, sitting down the vacant space beside you on the floor.
You sighed, "Of course, I'll be there." The whole group agreed to go on a summer vacation together; Jay was the main investor for this trip, though, each person all paid a little here-and-there. You were busy with projects and assignments, but you tried your best to make time to hit up your friends. Still with unfinished businesses on your hands, you were actually hesitating to come on this trip with the others.
Jake, was a special case, he really wanted you to come. When the rest understood that your schedule was packed and you couldn't do anything about it, Jake kept asking and asking everyday to make sure that you would eventually say 'yes'. You, couldn't resist him, especially when he would give you those adorable puppy dog eyes. You hated how much you adore your best friend, you were the closest to Jake beside from everyone else. You two simply 'clicked' well with each other, it used to be just the two of you from the beginning.
You ruffled his hair, "Why are you so persistent for me to come? You've been asking, practically begging me to go on this trip all week long." Curious of the reason, never was Jake this determined to persuade you to do something.
He smiled at your question, "I just like your company more than anyone else." Leaning against the wall behind, gazing at you with love hearts in his eyes.
You rested your head on his shoulder, "You're fucking stupid, Jake." You said as so to mask your true feeling of gratitude towards him, he wasn't only your friend, he was like your soulmate. He was there for you throughout all of your ups-and-downs. When you went through your recent break-up, when your reports was disappointing you, when you were evicted out of your last apartment. He helped you so much, and you couldn't yet repay him with anything. You were happy to have someone like him.
Everyone meeting up face-to-face on campus at half-past seven, yawning and sleepy as expected. Most of them wasn’t used to waking up early, some having lectures in the afternoon, and some the late hours of morning. You sat beside Jake, like always, on the van going to your destination.
“Where are we going again?” You questioned, not being informed with the details.
Jungwon from the seat across answered, “We rented out a few cabins by the beach, it would be only our group there for the whole week.” Beach cabins, it wouldn’t be a proper summer if no one went somewhat near the ocean. Under the bright and hot sun, while dipping your legs into the cool beach water.
Jay chimed in, "Yah, [Y/N], prepare to lose at rugby!"
"Yeah, right." You returned, Jay was still salty at the fact that you won rugby on last year's trip. You wouldn't say you're quite the athletic type as much as Jay, but you tried staying active for your health.
You checked up on your best friend next to you, Jake, already fast-asleep when you weren't aware. He laid his head on your shoulder, arm linked with yours. How peaceful he looked, resting on you as if you were a soft pillow.
'I just like your company more than anyone else's', he said when you asked why he wanted you to come. It hurt you a little, but at the same time, sent warmth to your heart when you heard him say that sentence. You have never been someone first option, it made you want to cry, knowing he would choose you over anyone and everyone else. You has such a soft spot for this boy, you knew he has your back and you has his.
The cabins were directly built on the sand, each time your feet would leave the cabin's floor, you would feel the sand rubbing against your soles. What a way to wake someone up, by using the pleasing sound of the beach waves as an alarm.
Having a room all to yourself, it have been way too long since the last time you were able to sleep alone. After being kicked out of your last place, you moved in with Jake. His place was a one bedroom apartment, meaning there was only one bedroom while there were two people living. At first, you slept on the couch with a blanket and a pillow. Then, Jake gave you the bed 'cause he felt bad for making you sleep in the living room. However, seeing his poor shivering figure on the couch as he tossed and turned trying to fall asleep, you invited him back to bed with you. From then on, you and Jake have been sharing a bed back at home.
You let the windows opened wide, allowing the sunlights and the gentle summer breeze carried its essence of rebirth into your space. Settled down with your temporary place for the week, clothes neatly hanged inside the closet, the air conditioner turned on to a pleasant temperature, this was heaven. You laid down on your bed, sighing after a tiring bus ride to get to this current moment.
Lately, you have been neglecting your wellbeing. You've been sleeping at unreasonable hours, skipping meals and missing crucial nutrients, bottling up your feelings and keeping yourself busy to farther distance everything. He was getting worried, and you could see it clearly in his eyes each time he looked at you.
Arms wrapped around you from behind, "Hey, is everything okay?" You asked, without needing to know who's arms those were. You patted his head, your own little puppy.
"I'm just a little sad that I won't get to sleep next to you tonight." He told, truthful with his whole heart.
You laughed, "Isn't that better though? We won't have to share a bed, we both have our own spaces. You can sleep comfortably, so can I." Turning your body around, meeting his eyes.
"But I can only sleep comfortably when I'm with you." Jake muttered, not wanting you to know. He noticed that he has been sleeping much better when you came living with him, he would dove into your embrace each night and you wouldn't push him away but bring him closer. You made him all mushy inside, making his heart to melt like ice creams on a hot day.
You raised your eyebrows, "I'm sorry, come again?" You only saw his lips moving but no words were released from his mouth, he said something but his voice was silent. Jake shook his head, suddenly bursted into a blushing state. He could easily lose his mind by your adorable smile, your little gestures, even your clothes. Sending odd glances toward each other, you didn't say anything, he too. Slowly leaned in, thinking you would get the signal soon.
How assertive and bold he could be, he was a mess when it came to you. He has people falling on their knees for him, but he would become the one falling on his knees for you.
A rugby ball came flying to you, hitting the walls right beside you bed then falling onto it. You didn't have time to react to Jake, dodging the ball as soon as it flew toward your direction.
"Come quick, we're playing rugby outside, Jay and Riki are picking teams." Heeseung interrupted, retrieved the ball from your bed.
You removed Jake's arms from your body, "Already? Who the hell let Jay pick teams, he's going to take Sunghoon!" You ran out with Heeseung, leaving an annoyed Jake hanging on your bed. He thought he had a chance, until the oldest came and ruined it. He was oh-so close to getting a kiss from you, to get a taste at those sweet lips he has been aiming for years.
As soon as he stepped foot out of the cabin, Jay called out for him. “Jake, stop fooling around, you’re on my team!” You, obviously going against Jay since your last battle, were on the other team led by the youngest member of your group. He let out a bothered breath, the sight of you being on the same side as Heeseung was silently annoying him, especially because of what happened earlier.
Taking off his shoes, he got into position. Your team getting the ball first, you held the ball in your hands, smirking at Jay with confidence spilling from your aura. You knew you would win, you would bring honour to your team. Three…two…one, your match began. You moved like the wind, speeding up for the other team’s end zone.
Sunghoon came tackling you down to the sand, quickly passing the ball to Sunoo, who came running toward you. You were freed from Sunghoon’s body weight, tailing after him as he chased Sunoo. Before someone else got the chance to take down Sunoo, he threw it to the youngest, forcing the members on the opposing team to change directions.
You ran almost parallel with Riki, he was a few steps ahead since you kept your distance to prevent the others from the ball. Jay coming for him near the end, Riki passed the ball back to you as telling you to continue for him. You launched yourself toward the goal, you grounded the ball on the sand inside your opponent’s end zone, scoring a point for your team.
Riki high-fived you, celebrating your team’s first point brought back by you. Heeseung congratulated you over at your side, proud as ever. Another round started right when you came back to your position on your team’s area.
“Jake, focus! You need to get into action here if you want our team to win!” Jay, being a competitive person when sports entered the topic, told sternly. He still held a grudge from losing a friendly game of rugby to you, it wasn’t like you mind letting him win once in a while.
The first match ended, ten minutes has passed and your team was leading by two points. Seeing how each time your team scored, Jay just get a little more aggressive—which was amusing you to say the least. Jake getting scolded by his team leader, his contribution was lacking from the game, and Jay of course wasn’t happy at it.
“Jake, get it together!” Jay said, nearly yelling at the other boy. You felt sorry for Jake, but you understood why Jay was upset too.
Jake tried staying calm for the whole game, however, seeing you being close with Heeseung and Jay nagging him nonstop was slowly sending him into his wrath. He couldn’t make a fool of himself for overreacting from jealousy, and definitely not in front of you and the other guys. You weren’t even his, what authority did he have over you to be able to act in such a way so undesirable.
As the second match officially started, Heeseung now was the one with the ball. You moving alongside him, preparing to catch the ball when he would throw it to you. Jungwon came over to stop Heeseung, tackling him from behind. A moment before Jungwon could successfully steal the ball from the older’s hands, he threw it to you like expected. You ran as fast as you could, far away from the other members who were coming at you.
You were closing your distance with the goal, until someone came and blocked you. Making you fall to the ground as he held you down tightly. You were lost for a second, as for he didn’t look like he was going to release you from his arms anytime soon. Unfortunately, the ball was stole from your grasp by Jay, speeding to the opposite side as it fell into his possession.
“Jake, let me go, what are you doing?” You asked, confused at his strange behaviour since the first match. He didn’t give you an answer, hugging you tighter.
“Hey, are you okay, is there something wrong?” You asked again, starting to feel worried. The others also paused the match to come check on the two of you. Jake laying on top of you, burying his face in your stomach. Bombarded with questions and weird looks, it was getting embarrassing by each passing minute. He wasn’t getting up, as if he was stuck to you—obviously voluntarily.
You reassured the other members of your group, “Just give us a minute, we’ll work things out by ourselves, everyone have a break.”
You tapped Jake, trying to get his attention despite being right in front of you. “Jake, talk to me, what’s going on?”
He finally looked up, making eye-contacts with you. Not knowing what to do or how to react when he saw the situation he had put himself in, panicking and getting off of you. “[Y/N]! I’m sorry, I think I blacked out for a moment back then.” He explained, or maybe it was a poor excuse.
You chuckled, cupping his cheek with your hand. “Are you doing okay today? You seem a bit out of it.” He bursted internally, a flushed mess he became once more because of you. Your touches was soft and gentle, like your fingers were playing with the strings of his heart, created a mellow tune that rang and echoed in him repeatedly. When you touched him like that, he would fall a little harder each time.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Now that you’re here, he thought the last bit to himself. Your game of rugby continued on with the second match, with your team leading like always.
Sunoo running with the ball in his hands, the adrenaline rush of being chase flowed in his body as he came for the end zone far on the other side. You being behind him with Riki moving beside you on the sand, Heeseung stayed back to defend your goal. If someone came from the side, he could passed it back to you; and if someone came for you, you could passed it across to Riki. Exactly when you finished planning your attack method, Sunghoon was already speeding to Sunoo, he came to you three along with the north zephyr.
Sunoo yelled for you to come catch the ball, as he threw it in the air for it to land safely in your hands. The sun shone too bright not for you to not make this touchdown, but even if you didn't, your team would still win either way. So much to score yet so little time. Jake, finally got involve with the game after a long break, aiming at your dashing figure.
He jumped forward to you, pushing you onto the sand along with him, arms holding you down and still like how he did earlier. You let out a yelp when he came out of the blue, but at least you were prepared beforehand for every type of occasion. "Aww, better luck next time." You teased. You couldn't contain your smile when he raised his head just to be met with sight of the ball passing his team's goal line. Yours absolutely non-aggressive game of rugby concluded, you proving to Jay that you would win against him no matter what once again.
You couldn't stop laughing when Jay didn't even exchange a word with you during dinner, poor boy just wanted to win one game of rugby, he might had misjudged your strengths on the bus. "It's alright, you still have next year to compete with me. By the way, I think your approaches was great." You comforted him, boosting his confidence with a compliment. At least he didn't stay mad at you for an entire day like how he did after last year's match.
You celebrated since the oldest member of your group was finishing college soon and graduating next year, how time went by so fast, it felt like yesterday you met him on the day you enrolled into college. All the wonderful memories, like this one, he would carry with him to the future ahead.
"I am forever grateful to have met someone as amazing as you, Heeseung. I wish for a wonderful career to wait for you when you leave, a beautiful family, and all the best things in the world. Thank you so much for everything you did for us." You said in your toast, a tear fell from the corner of your eye. Heeseung brought you into a warm hug, letting his emotion flowed naturally.
Jake sat opposite from you, all the way on the other side of the table like how you two were on different teams during rugby. He was quietly eating his food, trying to ignore Heeseung flirting and joking around with you all night. You were right, he was out of it today. He couldn't save himself from catching jealousy, a dreadful side effect that came with a disease called 'love'. He had feelings for you, and he didn't deny it one bit.
He was, in a way, ill because of this 'disease'. The side effects included racing heartbeats, bothered mind, blushing cheeks, sleeplessness, the need to always be around that person, and the worse yet, jealousy. It didn't affect just him, it would also affect you. If love worsen, your whole years long friendship would be in jeopardy. He was scared to lose you, knowing the value you worth and how much meanings you brought to him, he was afraid to let these feelings show. Despite all his hard work, he knew he couldn't keep up with this act any longer.
Heeseung putting his arm over your shoulders, whispering things he couldn't hear into your ear. It threw him off seeing another man make you laugh, whispering in your ears, being all lovey-dovey toward you, it threw him off because it wasn't him who did those said things. Jake set down his glass, in a way that came off as very passive aggressive, it made a loud noise that caught the attention of everyone else on the table.
Everyone all turned their eyes to his direction, confusion and disruption filled the atmosphere. It became thick and silent out of a sudden, you too, had to look at him in utter bewilderment.
"Are you...angry?" Sunghoon, who sat beside him, asked with a slight hesitation.
Jake immediately denied, "No, of course not, why would you think that I'm angry?" He met the others' eyes, "Do you all think I'm angry?" Questioned, himself not being aware of his rising anger.
Sunoo nodded truthfully, "Yes, definitely, you wouldn't had slammed your glass down if you weren't." The others following after, all coming to an agreement that he was upset at something. Jake kept denying all the saying and ideas that he was angry at something, or someone for that matter.
Losing his actual cool, "Listen, I'm not mad! Can everyone just please eat their food, God!" He retorted. Silence, dead silence. The tension rising faster than comprehensible.
"I think I lost my appetite, goodnight." Jake stormed out, leaving everyone else puzzled at the table. Jay was right to tell him that he needed to get it together, he would never pull a fit like that normally, but today was pissing him off so much that he couldn't quite conceal his emotions.
Jake took off his clothes, only 'til he was wearing nothing as he came near the sea. The cold ocean water embraced his hot skins, slowly cooling him down bit-by-bit, it peeled off each layer of rage and pain he had wrapped himself in unknowingly. The mellow waves hitting his floating figure, gently bringing him far away from land. He sinked deeper into the sea frigid hold, to ease his troubled thoughts and urges. He would arise to be met with the luminous moon up in the evening sky, gazes of admiration to how it shone dazzlingly tonight.
A voice called him, the sweetness that charmed him every time it washed over his ears. "Jake, you're swimming too far, come back here." He swam closer to the land, you already waiting for him on the other side. Unlike then, you two were now on the same side as each other. You removed your clothing, joining him in the water. Skinny dipping in the ocean together, you two were way too comfortable with each other.
"Is there something you're not telling me? You've been acting strange all day." You asked, rubbing his sore shoulders from the activities you did today.
He stared at you with love and lust in his eyes, all he wanted today was you. "I do have something I wanted to tell you." Jake replied, caressing your wet hair.
You smiled, you would be here to listen to anything he had to say. How bad or good it was, you were here whenever he needed to talk. Though, you simply weren't expecting when he spilled no words but his actions delivered the message clearer than day. Jake leaned in, pressing his lips onto yours with his hands holding your neck. No more hiding, no more acting, no more lies, living as his truest self with you.
You pulled away, "Oh, I didn't know you felt that way." Maybe you were oblivious, or maybe you were unconsciously pushing those ideas away.
"Yeah, for a long time now." Jake revealed, dragging his hands over your shoulders. As if he was brushing his feelings of admiration on you when he kissed you, you felt it, his lips. aching for your affection. Even if you were completely bare and exposed, his eyes and kisses undressed your unseen layers.
You smirked, "Then this must be such a blessing for you then." Not explicitly stating that you reciprocated his feelings, but judging only by the way you reacted, he was quite sure his confession was a success. You brought yourself closer, yet not close enough, the excitement your lips gave him was unbearable. Was it the cold evening water that made him tingly and odd inside, or was it the effects of yours.
You hovered your lips above his, teasing his desires, making him long for a kiss. "I would say so myself." He laughed, closing the distance between the two of you. You followed his lead, his tongue adoring yours inside the small space that was your pretty mouth. How needy and rough he was, seemed as if he waited far too long for this exact moment. He kept you skin-to-skin, not allowing you to move even a mere inch. The ocean held you, as you held each other.
He moved lower, licking the salt-filled water that soaked your skin. Teeth sunk into your shoulders, your neck, and so as your hands. He wanted to mark you, to let everyone know that you belong to him, that only he could do these things to you. You gazed down at him, a beautiful sight of him sucking on your Adam's apple as if it was actually a sweet tropical fruit for its delightful juice.
Bites, hickeys, and lip stains, all appeared on your torso. The sea couldn't wash away these marks that declared his possession over you, his love which the sea and the moon acknowledged. Someone you loved, all possessive and crazy over you. Ride or die, he said with much sincerity.
"Slow down, you might eat me whole." You commented. His heart and body thirsted for you, an eternal hunger that could only be satisfied with something physical as well as emotional. You would never know how hot and bothered you were able to make him feel, from the thought of you alone, he would do things he couldn't admit to anyone.
Out of a sudden, a lewd sound escaped from your mouth. His hand on your already stiff cock, stroking it like how he did with his while thinking of you in his bed. Was love not enough to add in the ocean, why add the lustful evidences for it to be sure. You groaned, called out his name with sexual ecstasy. Impressed by the way his hand preformed unbelievable magic on your body; he knew all the crevices, all the spots that could bring you to cloud nine, somehow he did in secret.
You breathed against his skin, your chest heaving as the stimulation on your cock continued. He enjoyed greatly, your whimpers and whines kissing his body like the midsummer heat waves. Pressing yourself up close to him, so desperate, so aroused for a release. You were close, close to the end zone of the beach. The first match you got tackled down by Jake before you could place the ball inside the goal, did you remember that? He stopped abruptly, stole every hints of pleasure away from you like you stole points from his team.
Jake smiled, "That's for winning at rugby." It was a game, merely a childish game. Now look at him, getting back at you for your team’s victory. Teased you like how you teased him on the sand, ball already on the ground as he thought he did one for his side. He rubbed his cock against your backside, the feeling of it sliding up-and-down you just over your hole was killing you.
His hands roamed all over your figure, from your torso down elsewhere. He particularly gained an interest with your chest, his fingers kneading your soft buds under the water. Jake whispered as he noticed something coming nearer from a distance, "Act natural, someone's coming." You bit your lips, not wanting to expose your personal business.
"What the fuck are you two doing here? At this hour no less." Stood directly on the barrier that separated the land and the sea, Heeseung questioned the two suspicious targets that was you and him. Jake let out a sigh, a sigh with irritation as an undertone. As if he was reliving the scene that happened before, also involved you, him, and Heeseung. He hated it, he fucking despised this moment dearly. But at the same time, in an unknown way, it excited him.
You responded, masked your state with a calm voice. "We're just taking a swim, we'll be out in a minute."
Heeseung scrunched his brows, "Really? It's pretty cold outside right now, I honestly don't why you would do that." The temperature was low during the night, very different compared to the day.
You nodded awkwardly, "Yeah, today was very hot for us, we needed to cool down for a bit." You gripped on Jake's bicep under the water, why would he tease you right as you were talking to your senior. His hand on your cock, stroking and rubbing his thumb over the tip. You bit back a moan, not here, you couldn't let anyone see you like this.
"[Y/N], are you good? Why are you making that face." In the evening light, he could still see the unusual facial expression you were making. With you brows scrunched up, and you teeth tugging your bottom lip, weird for sure it was.
Before you could answer, Jake chimed in. “He’s fine, just a few too many drinks, that’s all.” He turned to you, asking for your collaboration. “Right, [Y/N]?” This caring act was only for show, the real deal stayed under the sea water.
“Y-Yeah, I’m q-quite lightweight.” You stumbled upon your words, though audible and somewhat clear, it would still raise suspicions.
Heeseung turned around, walking away. “Get inside soon, alright? I don’t want you two idiots catching a cold.” He told before he took his leave.
You forwarded your attention to Jake, “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Heeseung was literally talking to us right there!” Laughing as you expressed your frustration on the situation he put you in.
Jake smirked, “Just a little tease, don’t get so worked up ‘bout it, babe.” Already with the pet names, he waited for you this long. He pulled you back to the shore, pinning you down on the sand as he held himself hovering over you from above. He leaned down, capturing your lips with his. Wasted no time to deepen the kiss, his tongue like a snake with venom that invaded your cave. You moaned against his velvet lips, your fingers laced through his wet hair.
His heart burned with passion, on the beach, beating fast pace like the blaze of Apollo's sun. Yours calm as the sea, the leisure yet still aggressive from the splashing ocean waves, like Artemis's moon. How everything came to be, came as one.
He licked his fingers, now coated with a slimy layer of saliva. It entered you, at an instant, sending a signal to your cock. His fingers worked its magic, digging and searching every small crevices inside you. Your fleshy walls hugged his fingers tight, arching your back as he reached a specific angle that easily triggered you. Even so, your sweet spot has been discovered by him, he would hold your prize above you like what he did before.
"Jake, please! Let me cum!" You whined, almost crying for him to at least let you orgasm once.
Jake chuckled sinisterly, "Be good for me, you whore, then I'll consider." He pulled your hair back, yours Adam's apple protruding in front of his very eyes.
"Wasn't I good? I'm your good boy, right?" You spoke.
Jake scoffed, "Oh, sure. After flirting with Heeseung all night, you sure are good." The sarcasm sounded similar to an insult to you, he was angry because of a few brotherly exchanges with Heeseung? How childish, but that was what he get for catching feelings.
His fingers retreated, leaving your hole gaping and lonely. "Do you want my dick, you little bitch? Do you want me to fill you with my cum? Do you want me to fuck you so hard you'd lose to Jay at the next rugby game?" Jake smirked, rubbing your wet bodies together.
You nodded, pleading with your eyes. Jake held you face in the palm of his hand, "Words, I want to hear that shit come out of your pretty mouth, babe." He said demandingly.
You whimpered, "Please fuck me, Jake."
"Say no more." With that being said, he pulled you closer to him. He shoved his cock into you with no hesitation, or mercy. His groans and moans filled your ears like the sea water filled the land, the sweet sound of making love on a hot summer. You wrapped your arms around his neck, rested on his board shoulders. You were there, you were right there. Maybe you weren't a good enough boy for him, he would continued his game of teasing and denying your highs.
You cried, grinding your pelvis against him, desperately for that amazing feeling of an orgasm. He laughed at your pitiful state, soon placed your legs on his shoulders, slamming into you harder and deeper.
"You were so bold before, what happened, sweetheart? Now you're here begging me to let you cum like a damn slut," Jake commented. He picked up his pace, "Fine, I'll give you what you want 'cause I just love you so much." He said in a playful tone, exaggerating his words.
Before you knew it, you came untouched. Your seeds spurted onto him as his into you. Both breathing heavily, your body twitching from the recent stimulation. You hugged him, only breaths and heartbeats could be heard. You made love, to your best friend. You felt great, and you were sure he felt the same. With feelings came passion, with passion came outstanding sex.
You cleaned up by the sea, putting your clothes back on. You glanced at Jake, your now boyfriend, drying his hair with his shirt. You came over to him, hugging him from behind.
You told teasing him back, revenge for what he did. "Let's go inside, then maybe we could have a second round in the shower."
Jake smiled, "Deal."
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Day 18: Jaeyoon + Size
Pairing: Jaeyoon x female reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 904
Warnings: Dirty talk, fingering, breast play, nipple play, slight thigh riding, size kink, mention of bulge kink, unprotected sex, creampie
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Jaeyoon gets home in the early evenings, always looking ragged like he’d worked a twelve hour shift in manual labor and not an eight hour one in an office building. But the first thing that he always does is grab you from whatever you’re doing and bring you to the couch, placing you in his lap so he can grind up against you as the two of you make out.
“God, I’m so hard,” he complains between kisses, holding your hips down for a second longer. “Can you help me out, baby?”
You think it’s cute that he still asks, wordlessly grabbing his hand and shoving your panties aside. Jaeyoon doesn’t hesitate to touch you, pinching your clit and watching as your hips stutter on top of him.
“Thank you for letting me use this cute little hole as my stress reliever,” he tells you, slipping two of his long fingers into you. You grind down against his hand, shoving his face between your breasts as you moan. No matter how tired he is, Jaeyoon’s dirty talk never misses. The man should have a doctorate in it by now.
“I’m gonna cum in my pants if you keep that up,” he warns, but he doesn’t actually sound that bothered by it. Your panties are sopping now, his fingers squelching from your juices every time he fucks them up into your pussy.
“Strip me,” you say to him, squeezing your breasts and trying to encourage him. He instead pushes your bra down and takes your left nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around the bud as he massages the right one.
“You’re much cuter when you’re messy,” he shakes his head. “I love when your clothes are all askew and you’re just begging for my cock.”
You shudder from his words, feeling wetness drip down along his fingers that are still working you open. “Shit,” you sigh, gripping his forearm for your dear life. “Then ruin me already, would you?”
Jaeyoon smirks, curling his fingers against your spot and loving when you scream at full volume. “That’s my girl,” he eggs you on, thumb pressing down on your bud. You feel your sanity slip away as his clothed cock presses up against your bare pussy, wishing he would just get inside you already.
When Jaeyoon answers your prayer, lifting you up so he can get his work trousers off, you see the wet spot on his thigh and flush red. Before you can feel any embarrassment, he’s jerking his cock to full hardness and lining it up with your folds. “You can take your seat now,” he says, and normally it would make you laugh out loud with how stupid it sounds, but the sight of his large cock entering your pussy just makes you moan and shudder instead.
“God, I love your cock,” you moan, feeling it press against your walls as he slides you down slowly. Jaeyoon’s hands slide up your shirt and roll your nipples between his fingertips, pinching and playing with them. You can only shake as he bottoms out inside you, one hand coming to press on your lower back so that he can angle himself slightly deeper.
“You like it? You like feeling me all the way up in your stomach, huh?” He’s so smug about it, kissing your jaw as he lifts you up until just his cockhead is still inside. “You make for such a good fucktoy. I can’t stop myself from daydreaming at work about getting to be inside you every night, watching you cry for me. I’m so lucky I get to see you like this.”
He drops you down suddenly onto his cock, your scream bouncing off the walls of the living room. You hope Juho and Seokwoo are still out to dinner, afraid that if they’re home, they’ll accidentally come out of their room and see you like this, babbling nonsense while your orgasm approaches quickly.
“Come on, Y/N, you can last longer than that,” Jaeyoon says, though his hand slipping between your bodies suggests he means otherwise. The circles he rubs into your clit are fast and rough, his hips grinding up into yours. You can only hold onto his shoulders and moan, your legs starting to shake in anticipation.
“Jaeyoon,” you half sigh, half moan. You drop your head down against his neck and kiss the skin sloppily, your mind filling with pleasure. “Please just let me come on your cock.”
You feel his hips stutter and then his dick twitches inside you, hot seed hitting your walls unexpectedly. It sends you over the edge right after him. You startle as he holds your waist tightly, not wanting a single drop of his cum to spill out.
The two of you spend a few minutes recovering, you laying on top of his chest while he strokes your back absentmindedly. You love all your time with Jaeyoon equally, but these quiet moments while you each gather your thoughts might be your favorite.
“Okay, time to clean up,” he says after a long silence. You protest, clinging to his body like a koala. You don’t want him to pull out yet; his softening cock is still keeping the cum from leaking out onto the couch beneath you two. “Come on,” he urges, locking his hands around your waist. “I don’t feel like having Juho yell at me later for staining the couch.”
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𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐦
𝐀𝐍 ‘𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍’ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.
darkness lurks in the corridors of seoul university, and y/n has a feeling she knows how to drive four boys into their darkest corners before they have a shot at redemption. between lee heeseung, park jongseong, park sunghoon, and shim jaeyoon, each boy has someone who can save them, but it’s not that easy—it’s never that easy. righteous y/n can’t save them all herself; after all, real happy endings can’t exist if evil still does.
GENRES ▸ psychological thriller, angst, fluff, college au, girl from nowhere au
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, suggestive content, depictions of violence, darker themes (varies depending on installment)
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ welcome! this is my first enhypen series featuring 02 line and heeseung. the storylines are connected in this series so it’s recommend to read in order; you don’t have to read the first three in order, but save jake’s for the end! ♡ i'll be updating the warnings as i start writing more, so keep in mind they’re not finalized. send me an ask to be added to the tag list—you can ask to be added for all the fics or just certain ones!
LAST UPDATED ▸ may 15th, 2021
𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑
“I am the wound and the blade, the torturer and the flayed.”
— Charles Beaudelaire, The Flowers of Evil
𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐒
❝ it’s one dead body, and then it’s two dead bodies, and then it’s three, and then you’re the one with a knife to your throat.❞
GENRES ▸ psychological, thriller
WARNINGS ▸ mentions of murder (nothing graphic)
SUMMARY ▸ you see, you were quite fond of toys. once they were broken, though, you needed to find another.
STATUS ▸ found
❝ a lot of people think everything comes easy for me, but that’s not the case. i'd do anything to succeed. anything.❞
PAIRING ▸ lee heeseung x fem!reader
TAROT CARD ▸ justice
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, education fraud, depictions of violence, drug use, hurt/comfort, angst, suggestive content
SUMMARY ▸ lee heeseung is nothing but perfect—born with a gold spoon in his mouth with skyrocketing popularity. just because he’s popular, though, doesn’t mean he can’t break down once in a while. a few nightmares and a couple of pills later, heeseung finds himself at the end of his rope with neither you nor jungwon to pull him back up.
STATUS ▸ nowhere
❝ y/n, if i'm so beautiful then why do i feel so ugly right now?❞
PAIRING ▸ park sunghoon x fem!reader
TAROT CARD ▸ the star
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, attempted murder, depictions of violence, angst, suggestive content, smut
SUMMARY ▸ elegant, gorgeous park sunghoon. talented, popular park sunghoon. enter kim sunoo, the school’s new it-boy who brings sunghoon’s Pretty Boy Status™ crumbling down. despite how eager sunoo is to become friends with him, sunghoon’s jealousy only gets uglier. you realize you need to act fast before sunghoon ends up with blood on his hands.
STATUS ▸ nowhere
❝ i can’t tell if i actually want to be friends with these people or if i just don’t want to be an outsider.❞
PAIRING ▸ park jongseong x fem!reader
TAROT CARD ▸ the fool
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, attempted murder, depictions of violence, angst, suggestive content, smut
SUMMARY ▸ being new at a college where you don’t know anyone is hard, especially for jay who gets involved with the wrong crowd right off the bat. despite nishimura riki’s advice to stay away from them, jay can’t find it in himself to reject their invitation. all he wants is to be accepted, but that comes with a price. popularity is fleeting, but if you don’t stop jay, his life might be, too.
STATUS ▸ nowhere
❝ i’ve made a lot of stupid mistakes in my life, y/n. except for you—you feel like home, nowhere girl.❞
PAIRING ▸ shim jaeyoon x fem!reader
TAROT CARD ▸ the chariot
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, hacker au, cybercrime, theft, depictions of violence, hurt/comfort, angst, suggestive content, fluff, implied smut + more tba
SUMMARY ▸ amidst jake’s world shattering to pieces, everything seems to fall into place because of you. something’s wrong with jake; he steals, he skips class, and he sneaks around the corridors with his hood up and his gaze cast down. however, whenever he flashes that innocent, bright grin, you start to think that jake might just be a good person in a bad situation.
STATUS ▸ nowhere
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SF9's reaction: cockwarming
Genre: fluff-fluff-fluff; smut-smut-smut
Characters: SF9!
A/N: None of the images in the collage are mine, refer to here for more; For more SF9, read here, for iKON, read here and for optional bias writings, read here!
Youngbin:
Plays in pairs
When you first present the idea to him, given that the circumstances are of a light atmosphere, you'll fluster him, impeccably. His cheeks will turn pink and he'll maybe giggle a little and cover his mouth out of shyness but he won't be averted to the idea. He loves it but you just caught him off guard ahaha. When it's under a serious circumstance, like you are describing what you would like to try out, he would seriously contemplate your idea. He won't seal the deal if he doesn't like it the first time around. He'll try for a second to give it a chance. During your first time trying this out, it'll be spontaneous. Like you are watching a movie or a documentary and you or him decide that you want to give it a try. He'll firmly hold your waist as you settle onto him. If you are horny, you wait for a few minutes before you think, 'Enough of this' and rock him out of this world. What could he say? If you aren't, it'll be peaceful. But there's a dilemma. If you are sitting on the sofa, you can't see the screen. But you want to watch (sad). He'll say, ''It's okay'' and switch off the tv and it will resume in the bedroom. Just a beautiful atmosphere where you have deep conversations. He'll listen to your insight and internally marvel at how your perspective and compliment them with some of his own. It's like turn-taking, an essential part of a relationship where you go back and forth, speaking about one topic to the end of it where you have nothing to say anymore and then you'll move onto the next. It'll go on for ages, till the two of you are hungry. When the two of you go the kitchen to make something, he'll do what he couldn't do when the two of you were cock warming. The same thing may happen when the two of you are about to fall asleep, the lack of lights appeal to his other side, love-making.
Inseong:
This one is a funny bunny
It's a routine for you to cock warm after sex just like when he's on the laptop, surfing the net at the dinner table and you are sat on his cock, back to his chest, keeping him warm. After sex, it's a gateway to another round, on the bed or in the shower or to sleep in that position but not cock warm. He would love cock warming in the morning if it's cold then, probably in your balcony or in the kitchen, hugging you from behind and trailing his hands to your tummy and chest every now and then. He would love when you capture when you capture his lips in a sweet embrace, beginning a long make-out session when he's in you. If he's horny, you can bet that he's going to tell you about it. ''Babe'', he places a delicate kiss on your neck, ''tell me'' you moan out. His hands have already found your tummy and trailed downward, rubbing your clit but not to just merely stimulate you, to see if you are wet as he imagines you to be. He loves you. He's going to make love to you, to see those expressions on your face and feel you around him, holding you in his arms till the two of you have exhausted yourselves out which could one round or more than one. I can imagine you and him in the kitchen, he's got you pressed against the counter and that's how the cock warming while horny scene may play out. Another one is when abroad, maybe in a hotel or airbnb, he'll have you in his arms but that's not how it starts. He'll be playful about it, surprising you with a hug from behind, kissing the spot near to your ear, whispering some *interesting* innuendo into your ear, it makes you laugh anyway. A couple of seconds later, he's turning you around, kissing your tummy and inner thighs all the way till he's on his knees, he'll make sure to nuzzle his nose against your panties and lick a stripe at the material, slowly pulling them down. Arousal buzzes through you because he's telling you, ''fuck, baby you taste so good, stay still for me'' or something like that, it's a little muffled because he is preoccupied in drawing you to pleasure and pleasure and then release. He'll eat you out multiple times or till your knees buckle, depending on whether you had sex previously and then just maybe, in a moment driven by passion, he'll carry you to the sofa and that's where you'll cock warm, giggling to one another of what just happened, what you want to do afterwards. Wrap your legs around his waist, press him against the sofa and lift your hips again, he'll start the process again, all while laughing. It's just light-hearted.
Jaeyoon:
Absolute sweetheart/ dream husband
In this scenario, let's say that he is your husband. When you suggest cock warming, he's a little uncertain (by his little frown) but also inquisitive (by his questions), *Frowning* ''What is it about?'' would be the situation, he would look very cute when he asks. Presumably the two of you would be cuddling and you happened to stumble onto this conversation, he would not be shy, just like, 'You have an idea, let's hear it then!', also like an explorer, he's willing to try new things even if it means pushing his boundaries a little bit. But, this does not fall into that category of pushing boundaries. Maybe pushing his patience if he's horny. The latter scenario is guaranteed to occur at multiple points of time. You'll be lying on your side with his cock in your ass, it's a little jerk that alerts you or his hands that begin to wander everywhere like kissing your neck, then your lips and his hands have already begin to stimulate your clitoris. You moan into the kiss and then he knows and he smiles into the kiss while rocking his hips against yours. Everything is forgotten in the background. Unless it's life-threatening. Like food can burn or you could watch three episodes on netflix that you aren't truly watching, he's not stopping till the both of you are tired to the bone and have released multiple times. Quite the sweetheart though, he'll get up and shake himself if he's about to fall asleep the next minute and he'll grab a cloth for you like you protest but he says as he's already getting up, ''no, stay there, I've got it!''. You smile and slump and he cleans you, tosses it away and then climbs on top of you, pulling you into his arms. If he can, he'll try the idea of cock warming and spoon you throughout the night but if he can not, he'll definitely do it the next day. He's committed to the plans he makes or what's going on at that moment. Let's say you have an argument, you are trying to smooth things out, ruffle out misunderstandings and you won't talk it out with sex but communicate to him about it. The night will end in cock warming, to bring you closer and then it's all jokes from there, especially about the argument, it's either you teasing him or the other way around and that's how you fall asleep: content.
Dawon I Lee Sanghyuk:
He has his days.
On a day when he's tired, to the bone maybe, he's come back from work and you want to cuddle, using the idea of cock warming to propose the intimacy you want to feel during the night that you couldn't during the day, I'm sure that he'll do it for you. If he does not fall asleep immediately, he'll caress your backside, admiring the way the flesh conforms to his grasp. He loves all of you. He will pepper kisses along your neck, down your collarbone and to your breasts, sucking your erect buds but he won't touch your centre. He likes to go slow, never stopping these moments with you or he'll take you in the morning. At times like these, he loves when you touch him, just your touch on his skin, turning heated. When you are making out, it would be your tug on his hair, like urgency for more or roaming your hands all over him or tracing his hair from his navel to the band of his underwear would be his favourite save for the best of all, when you direct how everything goes. If he does fall asleep immediately, it'll be after he kisses you. During this time, regardless of whether you were cock warming or not, he would love for you to tangle your fingers in his hair, it lulls him to sleep and even to sleep in your chest, being the small spoon, he would absolutely love it. He has trouble sleeping alone but when he's with you, it's not the case. When he stretches you out after days of not having sex, he tries to hold himself back from releasing, the wait and foreplay was enough to spiral his mind, gasping in your ear. But if you are too tired, he'll take it into consideration, seriously and hold back from lifting his hips off yours and filling you up. When he cock warms just to end the day comfortably, it will turn it into sex if the two of you contain some semblance of energy and are away from that playful and teasing mood, with hours on end before you sleep. It will be just the feeling of his cock filling you up, holding you to the bed with your legs wrapped around his waist, whispering how much he loves and that you are doing well, growling and stilling, your release triggering his, holding you when you are tired or in between rounds decorates the night. He holds your hand when you have sex, always, if your hands aren't roaming his body, feeling it. Otherwise, he'll hold you, preferably with all of your clothes off, no material between the two of you, you two speak about your day, the present and the future. It could even be a tickle session that ensues. The atmosphere will be lively, especially with his jokes and teasing and all the loves he has to offer.
Rowoon I Kim Seokwoo:
Prince of visuals, no?
Since he has such visuals, let's imagine that he takes you on a yacht (ya-ch-ht; hard time spelling that folks 🥵 + why do people go on a yacht? I'm struggling to think of a reason?). Seokwoo's marvelling over your amazement at the beauty of the ocean, the clear blue waters and occasional shade of the fish passing by. He even jokes that he hopes ''no shark gets the two of you'' and then laughs at your expression. Please, he's trying, don't throw him overboard :/. You enjoy the heat some more before he's by your side again, the yacht is paused, it gives you ideas. As soon as he's sat by your side, you take to straddle him, therefore effectively cutting him off. The surprise is evident on his face but his hands are resting on your backside, getting comfortable there. He groans out when your lips touch his neck, nipping the flesh to give him love bites which earns those husky groans of his. They send vibrations down your spine, tingling your core with wetness. With such a beautiful scenery surrounding the two of you, it's easy to fix your eyes on two places and think about how beautiful either are. He intimately hugs you, sucking an area on your breast, removing it from your top and placing the perk bud into his mouth, the act itself is hot and you grind down on him, not holding back your moans because of the silence of the ocean, save for the splashing of waves. You ride him, letting out sweet fucking moans, whimpering in his ears for him that it's so good, you can't get enough. When you are all sweaty, you cock warm in the shade, making out. It's a very soft moment, like sealing the deal? He wants to make you happy and he'll do stuff for you to achieve it. Cock warming is bonding for the two of you, to spoon and gossip about the other rich couples that you saw or speak about your day or just lay there, in each other's arms, enjoying the moment. When it's cooler, he would be okay to cock warming in a public space such as underneath a tree on a beach. You may be a bit far from the sea but you can smell it which makes you happy. It's a very calming day when you are tucked in his arm, leaning on his chest with his cock buried deep inside of you, feeling a little chilly but you are covered by a blanket. All in all, it's private for the two of you.
Zuho I Baek Juho
Cat man 🦸♂️
He would love to cock warm indoors, when his cats are sleeping, safely tucked in their beds as you are in each other's arms. It'll be quiet, you can only hear what's outside, maybe the train passing by or vehicles or pure silence which is hard to come but not impossible. If something's disturbing you like traffic, heavy honking, he's not for it and he'll move you two to somewhere else like the bed or on his studio chair. If you are tired and want to cock warm while he is producing, he'll hold you close to him and ignore the cramp in his legs. When he sees you sleep, he'll go soft and admire your prettiness, not forgetting to wrap a blanket around you. When it's silent, a relaxing atmosphere in which you can fall asleep easily, it's where cock warming will occur the most. An example could be in a space by the windows in a high-rise building or if the place was in a non-busy area like the countryside. There are occasional noises, some make you perk up while other's make you laugh, all while intimately spooning with him. You tell him: it's an indescribable feeling but you will try explaining. Don't be scared, he'll love your words. Relating cock warming to something and being subtle instead of explaining outright would prompt his chest to blossom with love from you, it's the feeling you've brought out from him and to in expressing his feelings, he may cry a little and kiss you like 'Can you feel this love I feel for you? I love you'- is what he is trying to say through the kiss. It's a very wholesome moment, your confessions to each other, spoken beautifully. He would also love to cock warm bare, without any clothes so that the two of you can be purely intimate and he loves your body. If you don't or lack appreciation for your fine self, he'll initiate cock warming if you aren't already and kiss your body and squeeze the parts he can't reach like his appreciation for your butt/ breasts/ stomach or whichever one it is that you are conscious of/ don't love as much as possible. And the opposite too! If he's not feeling okay or feels conscious of himself (pressure from people telling him how artists should look?), cock warming would be a way for you two speak about it whilst loving one another at the same time.
Yoo Taeyang:
What a precious guy
May be confused about the concept at first, even awkward the first time you attempt this, it takes him a little while to get used to this scenario: laying on the bed in each other's arms after carefully navigating your limbs around, his cock in you, completely. But he warms up, he'll make sure that you are comfortable and will also love to take this concept elsewhere, like the living room when you watch tv. When he's tired, he may not be able to carry it out simply because he has no energy or he may be horny (head) but not (body), it happens~ When that happens, he wakes you up with kisses, all over your body and he'd do this, regardless of what happened the previous night, it's automatic for him. Another scenario would be when he is bored, laying around doing nothing and fumbling for something to do, he'd initiate cock warming, that little sigh when he slips into you, relief. From there, he may definitely not hold himself back, the two of you would end up having sex. If it's you and he's doing something and you want to sit on his cock, he'll set down what he is doing and let you. As you hold onto him, he'll notice your whimpers, softly decorating his ear, letting him know how much you want him. He'll tease you till you are hiding away in the crook of his neck or playfully hitting him but he'll satisfy your desires all night. It's for you. However, when he does want to cock warm, he'll snuggle into you, nestling his head over yours. Little touches, lingering over your waist will be presented to you, as well as his admiration for your body. He'll cock warm in your sex or ass. When it's in your ass, he'll take his time admiring your ass, your breasts, any place he can place a kiss on really but he's not really kissing, he's looking and telling you how much he loves you.
Hwiyoung I Kim Youngkyun:
Resident cutie
He's got you in the palm of his hand especially because of that cute face, cute expressions, cute mannerisms, overall a very lovable guy. Can be awkward sometimes but it's okay because his loving personality makes up for it. Is also a shy little bean at first which makes you want to shower him with lots of love and praise. Glady accepts your kisses and hugs, gets shy when you first do them but eventually reciprocates them. To the point where it's comfort, safety and that you can be vulnerable with each other. *This is quickly turning into a boyfriend! Hwiyoung*. It's something that he suggests, the idea of cock warming. Really your jaw should drop when you hear it from your boyfriend. After a sex session, when the both of you are all sweaty and won't go for another round, he wouldn't mind if you were on your knees, keeping his cock warm with your mouth. He could be leaning back on the seat, going through his favourite sites while you sit in between his legs, ignoring the ache in your thighs. He would have you cock warming naked, bare for him and only him to see while he himself is fully clothed. That session could have potentially included bdsm, in a separate room that you have specially for it and this time, you could have been flogged, denied your release or being used, whatever your fantasies may be. It could also be the opposite way where you are the dom. In that case, it would be a command or a form of bonding where he will be punished if he moves when he is in your sex or you cuddle and speak to one another about the session, respectively. If bdsm is not included, then he would love to cock warm! To him, he gets to be with you and speak to you- whatever it may be about. For example, it could be deep, philosophical conversations or you both cuddle and sleep. Either way, he likes spending time with you especially in such a quality manner.
Chani:
*insert a gulp and a surprised face*
Remember that SF9 was discussing about mature concepts as a part of planning for their Kingdom stages and the editors used a fish filter to emphasise Chani's round eyes or rather, his innocence. ''HUh!??!'' is his brain, whirring away like an air conditioner at an office, rolling round and round when you propose this concept. He goes blank and you just sit back, waiting patiently. It has come to this moment. But his smile grows and it keeps on growing till he's unexpectedly pulling you onto his lap and connecting your lips. He knows that you should discuss it first but first, he wants to have you as close as possible when you discuss this. At first, he's peppering kisses on your face with you giggling, telling him that you want to continue and then he says, ''one moment baby'' before he swoops in for your lips. You reciprocate the passion, the moment is neither heated nor too soft, just in between and you have a make-out session for a couple of minutes. He doesn't know why, it's random but the both of you are loving it, like an initiation ceremony into a new stage of your relationship. And here were all along, navigating blind (👀🚫). It's planned with enough space for creativity. You are on the bed and you squeeze his shoulders when he presses at your entrance and fills you up. You wait to adjust to him. At first he's like, ''This it?'' and you have to laugh at that, quite true that you also though the same thing. Soon he's kissing you all over, sucking your nipple and the area around it, turning it a shade darker: he's teasing you, taking his time till he's done cock warming. He tells you that he would love to try out cock warming in your ass sometime and then it's all giggles from there. You ask, ''did you search-'', cut off by his fingers that circle your clit and press, drawing a gasp or a hitch of the breath from you. Then he starts to rock his hips and you know that cock warming is over, at least for now. He's hovering on top of you and losing control over his thrusts and spilling into you later on. A common scenario would be when he's playing games and you are sitting on his cock, maybe sleeping or doing something else, unbeknownst to his friends that he's speaking with on his headset.
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Writer I'm lowkey sorry for requesting such filth 🫂 but may I get a reaction where their shy s/o is quiet /shy to moan in bed.,. But they want them to kinda force it out of them,,, like they want to be corrupted by them please🙏Thank you❣️ keep up the wonderful works 🫂❤🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️
👀 Oo I don't mind XD
Corruption Kink with SF9
Warnings: Smut. Dirty talk. Filthy talk. Mention of multiple orgasms. Corruption kink (duh). Dom!SF9 x F! Bodied Reader. Begging. Strength kink (I have a thing for Sanghyuk's biceps 😭). Oral (f receiving). Unprotected sex (sry) (YB). Wall sex (RW). Shower sex (HY). Fingering (JY). Praise kink. Degradation kink (mildly). Choking. Mention of creampie. Pussy pleaser Zuho agenda. Voyeurism (implied).
Nice lol *after seeing the warnings*
Youngbin
Running his hand down your torso, grazing your nipple, Youngbin tries to soothe the pain a little. Resting his hand on your waist, he leans down, kissing your lips sweetly before pushing his length in you completely. Swallowing your gasp, he starts to peck down your neck.
"Fuck babe. You so tight. So good to me. So perfect." He says reassuringly, distracting you till you tell him he can move. Pulling out a bit he starts fucking you deeply. "Come on baby. Makes those pretty sounds for me. You know how much I love them" he urged you with each thrust.
Shyly, you closed your eyes to fully feel how well he fills you up. Naturally the oversensitivity from the previous orgasm was adding to the pleasure. "Bin! " you gasped when his thumb applied pressure on your clit.
"There we go" he smirked, continuing to fuck you meticulously. Tightening your knees around his hips you squealed whenever he found your spot. The squeals only got louder as you neared your second orgasm of the night. "Tell me how good you feel"
"So good" you breathed out repeatedly [pulling him closer as you came around him, moaning softly as you breath sharply, coming down from your high and helping him reach his.
Inseong
Locking his phone and throwing it to the side of the couch, you straddle this poor confused man. Sighing sharply you try to bring up the courage to ask him to fuck you. But fuck.... How could you? You're his perfect little babygirl, his obedient baby who doesn't behave like a bad girl.
"Earth to Y/N! What's wrong baby? Wanted my attention? " he asks with a teasing tone that makes you wanna hide in his chest. Muttering nothings you try to hide away in the crook of his neck only to be stopped by his right hand wrapping around your throat, the effect of this action going right to your core. Gasping for air, your eyes grow darker than they already were and your toes curl.
"Has it really been that long since I fucked you stupid? Is that why you wanted my attention?" His other hand rubs your butt cheek, groping the flesh till you soak through your panties. You start to hum in protest but are stopped by his index fingers over your lips, shushing you. Biting his lower lip, he waits till your tongue darts out to kick his finger.
"I didn't expect you to become so forward with me so soon baby. I am proud but I can't let this slide. What if you disturb me for attention when I'm busy or with the members? Can't have that can we? Maybe I'll just fuck you with my fingers that you like to suck so much. Will that be enough? Or do you want me to shut you up with my cock? " His whispered words make you blush and clench around air while he fucks your mouth with his hand.
He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva joining your tongue and his fingertips. Using his free hand he opens your pants and panties just enough to let his hand slide in till your clit. Raising his eyebrows in approval at how wet you are, he draws patterns on your clit.
You grab his shoulders for support, closing your eyes and moaning his name softly. He connects your lips at the moment his finger penetrates your hole, making your eyes roll back in your head. Pulling away from the kiss you cry out, begging for more.
"Aw, crying already? I haven't even started properly baby. I'm gonna push you to your limit today. It's been real long since I fucked you full right? "
Jaeyoon
"Fuck can I just rip it open? " you ask breathily, struggling to remove the buttons of his shirt, desperately wanting to feel his body on yours.
"I don't know, can you? " he smirks pulling down the shoulder straps of your dress, pooling it on the floor.
Grabbing your wrists from his chest, he loops them around his neck and feels your body from your shoulders, down your back, unhooking your bra in the flow, and finally stopping when he reaches the back of your thighs.
Pecking your lips, he lifts you up and walks over to the bed, softly placing you on the center of the mattress.
"Since my shirt is annoying you so much, I'll just... " grabbing the collar of his shirt, he rips the annoying cloth open using his strength. Gasping softly, you feel his well built torso, marveling over how perfect he is. Your man is just so hot beyond imagination.
He leans down to kiss your lips for a moment before moving down towards your core, ensuring to make you squeal by shamelessly licking your boobs, nipples hardening when released.
"So pretty for me, so perfect... " he trails off, kissing your clit over your panties. Hooking his index fingers in your panties, he tugs at them hard till they tear open.
"Jaeyoon! "
"Don't worry baby, I promise to rip you open like this with my cock tonight" he chuckles.
"Jaeyoon... " you whine and turn your face in attempts to hide your red cheeks from him, which makes him laugh.
"Why? Don't you always like it when I paint your pretty little pussy? Hmm? Why so shy now baby? Scared you'll end up screaming when I fuck you like I say?" He whispers into your ears, fingers fucking into your hole, scissoring to stretch you out and his thumb occasionally brushing your clit. Mewling you try to hide your face from him again. Clicking his tongue in disappointment, he starts sucking on your neck, fingers not stopping their dance in you. When you let out soft moans, easing into the pleasure you're feeling, he smirks knowing damn well he's gonna have you screaming in no time.
Dawon
"Oh my god" you whispered softly as Sanghyuk's tongue flicked your clit suddenly. Gasping silently your hands moved to tug his hair, your legs trying to close but being prevented by his strong arms.
Swallowing the lump in your throat you breathe heavily as he kisses his way up from your core to your lips. A hand of his comes to caress your cheek while he smirks above you. "Do you plan on keeping my ears deprived of your sweet sounds even when I fuck you stupid? " he smiles and questions hotly as he marks up your neck.
"Hmm? " you look at him with doe eyes.
"Fuck don't look at me like that. I'm already finding it hard to control myself" he says kissing your mouth.
Unexpectedly he grinds his naked length to your core, coating his dick with your juices, kissing you, biting your lips and happily swallowing your shocked squeals and yelps that arise from each hip movement.
"Jagi you sound so cute for me" he lines himself up to your entrance, head just prodding into your hole. "Please don't hold back your moans from me baby, otherwise I may have to fuck you till you can't stay quiet anymore" he thrusts his whole length into you at once and starts to fuck you with a fast pace.
With every sound from you he just went deeper and faster, eliciting more moans and cries from you everytime.
Zuho
His groan vibrates through your body, your back arching off the couch handle where he has you over. Your left leg on the floor isn't really helping much as it rises up every time he hums into your pussy, you right leg on his shoulder, his hand holding your thigh and other keeping your legs open for him.
Moaning loudly your hands squeeze your boobs, breathing heavier than when you run a mile. Detaching from your pussy with a pop, he chuckles darkly. "I don't think I've ever heard you moan so loud. I could get used to this yeah "
Diving back in he pushes your left leg towards your chest, his tongue going in deeper than before making your eyes water with joy. His thumb rubs teasing circles on your inner thigh, stimulating you more than you thought possible.
Giving your clit one final suck, he pulls away completely and rises up till your face, kissing you and making you taste yourself on his tongue. He breaks the kiss soon and begins to palm his cock in his trousers.
"I want you to make yourself cum hard, and then I will kiss every inch of your body till there's goosebumps everywhere and then I'll fuck you so good the neighbors will wish they were us, okay? "
Rowoon
"I swear you're making me go crazy" Seokwoo said picking you up and backing your against the nearest wall will your back in flat against it.
Gasping silently you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and legs around his waist.
Biting your lower lip then licking it, you lift your gaze up from his shirtless torso to his lips to his eyes, only to find them staring at you with such vigor. Smirking he takes a step forward, closing off any gap whatsoever between your bodies.
"What do I do now. Hmm? I go feral around you, and that isn't a very good look for a man so calm like me know? How do we fix this? " he finishes by rutting his hard-on to your clothed core, a series of soft moans erupting from you when he doesn't stop with one rut. You could tell exactly at which moment he got lost in the feeling of you, his eyes turning black with no sign of his chocolate like irises.
Digging your fintertips into his shoulders you slowly tilt your head back till it collides with the wall, giving Seokwoo the chance to lick up your throat. Breathing airily you move your hands to his neck, pulling him away from your neck and kissing him on his lips. The kiss is hot. Tongues mercilessly fighting, hair being tugged lightly, heaving chests not having much space to rise up without touching all with Seokwoo humping you.
Pulling away to catch your breath, "Please fuck me. Please, please, please, please... " you beg cutely not being able to take this torture anymore. Nodding in agreement Seokwoo moves to undress your bottoms and tenderly thrusts his length into you once naked. Mouth falling open in synchronized moans, your volume increases with inch of you being filled by him deliciously.
"Don't you dare stop moaning for me" he fucks you against the wall till you came screaming around his cock two times.
Yoo Taeyang
"And he was so cool you know, just as he always is..." Taeyang fanboys over his idol, quite an eventful day for him today. You really want to listen to him, you do and he looks so adorable and his eyes are so bright but here you are, thinking about his fingers pinching and rubbing the skin of your thighs, just below where your shorts and how it's making you wet cause he's so close to your aching core.
"Baby, are you listening? What's wrong?" He asks, concerned that you have something else on your mind.
"Nothing, sorry. You were saying...." Oh he doesn't buy it. He bites his lip, cause he knows you like the back of his hand, probably better. He knows that his fingers are affecting you, not that he'll admit that it was intentional.
"Come here" he pulls your leg over his lap, making you straddle him and wraps his pretty hands around your waist, holding you close.
"You know you can tell me if you want to fuck me right? " You gasp at his crude words making him chuckle at your adorableness. With a finger under you chin he leans forward attaching your lips together, his favorite dance to do with you to fluster you and make you whine for him to do something, anything to make you cum. And that's the best part for him, breaking you down till you become his needy little cockslut.
"We're not getting off this couch till your legs give out from riding my cock, you understand?"
Shyly you nod your head, unable to meet his eyes. God you'll be the death of him.
Hwiyoung
Inspired by a lovely chat with a friend 😏
Lukewarm water runs down your bodies. Lips engulfing each other's in sync, a lovely dance with running shower water as the music. Youngkyun breaks the kiss and gently brings his hand up to your cheek to rub it. Biting his lip he brings the same hand down, touching your chin, to your neck, to your shoulder and down your arm and finally intertwining your fingers together.
Whilst doing so, his gaze falls on your chest, breathing heavily while reddish marks adorn it in a scattered pattern. Suddenly he spins you so you face the shower and his pink lips attach themselves to your neck. He grazes your skin with his teeth and licks up your earlobe. While distracting you with his antics, his free hand travels down from your waist, over your abdomen and towards your core. You let out a small moan when his fingertips start circling around your clit.
"So sensitive for me baby. Do you like that? Do you like it when I claim you as mine? " he whispers lowly in your ears but all you can concentrate on are his fingers slowly going deeper to where you need him the most. Harshly biting your shoulder, you squeal at the sudden act only to realise that you failed to answer his question.
Your answer is cut off by an unexpected moan, your thighs closing around his hand as he starts to thrust his fingers one by one into your core. "Don't worry baby, it's just you and me. Moan all you want and as loudly as you want " he says needily rubbing his hardened dick on your backside. The rest of the shower was filled with soft whimpers and surprised gasps from the both of you.
Chani
"Baby, why didn't you tell me this?"
"Tell you what?"
"Tell me how great it'd be to sit on my face" Chani says casually almost making you drop the dish you were washing.
He grins at your reaction, catching the way you are breathing heavily at the slightest bit of teasing. He walks up behind you, hugging you as the fingers of his right hand travels up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its way.
"My friends told me that it feels amazing to have your girl sit on your face. And I'm sure your girlfriends also would've spoken about it." He explains and presses his half hard dick to your bum, grinding against you and grabs your hips to hold you in place before you run away from him.
"I... Don't... Yeah they did say something but I didn't pay attention cause... I... Fuck... Chani!!" Your words are cut short as your boyfriend started to kiss your neck, bite it even and distract you from your thoughts. His hand hovers around the elastic of your shorts, tugging it so lightly, it's almost not noticeable. As if his actions weren't enough to make you lose you mind,
"You sound so pretty baby. I want you to sit on my face now so I can hear you beg for me to make you cum. " He whispers in your ear, thumbs hooking in your shorts and pulling them down impatiently.
#sf9#sf9 reactions#sf9 smut#sf9 smut reaction#sf9 x reader#sf9 x reader smut#youngbin smut#inseong smut#jaeyoon smut#dawon smut#zuho smut#rowoon smut#yoo taeyang smut#hwiyoung smut#chani smut#sf9 chani#sf9 headcanon
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Halloween Fun~ Tayang
Listen, I know Halloween was last week, BUT life got in the way and I finally finished this. Anyway this is for my best friend since she is obsessed with Taeyang and I can’t blame her. Also, it’s about time SF9 got on my blog. They’re all so fine FOR WHAT!! Enjoy a fun little Halloween smut~ :)
Pairings: Taeyang X Female Reader
Genre: SMUT
Word Count: 4,900
Warnings: Halloween?? Oral (male receiving), fingering (female receiving), unprotected sex (DON’T DO IT KIDS)
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“Are you ready for the party tonight?” Your best friend said over the phone. You had her on speaker as you were putting together a last-minute costume. Your closet was a mess and the only thing you decided on was your heels. A pair of classic black heeled booties.
“It’s a masquerade, right? What am I supposed to wear with this mask I bought?” Your friend Seokwoo was throwing a Halloween party and all he said was that it was a masquerade theme.
“Anything? Be slutty.” You heard her laugh as you rolled your eyes. Of course you were going to be slutty, you had someone to impress.
“Is Taeyang going to be there?” You asked, ignoring her comment. You already knew that Taeyang was going, but you just wanted confirmation. You and Taeyang had been messing around lately, but it was never anything serious. But even though you and him had been somewhat fuck buddies, you were determined to make him yours tonight.
“Yes, and so are the other boys. I don’t know what they’re dressing up as though or what their masks look like. Juho wouldn’t show me his.”
You sighed looking at your destroyed closet. What were you going to do? “Can you just come over? You can do your makeup at my place.”
“You’re lucky I already have my costume on. I’ll be over soon.” Then she hung up on you and you were left with the mess you created. You sighed as you looked around your closet. You had a few ideas in mind, but nothing seemed to work.
As you were digging in your closet to find a specific top you finally decided on, you heard a knock on your front door. Finally, your best friend was here. You quickly headed to your front door and opened it to see your best friend already dressed as a witch. She had on black heeled thigh-high boots, a tight black skirt, ripped tights, a tiny black and red plaid crop top that was basically a bra, a witch hat, and a long black cardigan that was floor-length to complete her look. “Where’s your mask?” You asked her.
“Juho has it since I can’t see without my glasses. It has a handle.” She laughed as she walked into your apartment.
“Does Juho know you’re wearing this?”
“Yes and he loves it. Anyway, I brought you vampire fangs since you never decided on an actual costume. Let’s go through your closet and find something vampy. You’re wearing black by the way.”
“Wait, you just had vampire fangs ready?”
“Yeah it was my spare costume, but I changed my mind last minute.”
“Of course you did,” you muttered. She always had more than one costume for Halloween since it was her favorite holiday.
You and your best friend couldn’t be more different aesthetically; she had more of a rock style and you liked to dress in cute but comfortable clothes. You both appreciated each other’s styles and learned from each other, but since it was Halloween, your best friend had an idea of how you were going to dress.
She headed straight to your closet and screamed. “What the fuck did you do? It looks like a tornado went through here!”
You rolled your eyes before standing next to your friend. “I told you I needed help! What am I gonna do? I need Taeyang to drool when he sees me.” Which he usually does whenever you see him. He can’t keep his hands off you.
She laughed. “He’s gonna do that anyway, he’s obsessed with you.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” She said as she started digging through the piles of clothes you had everywhere. After a few minutes, she found an outfit for you. She handed you your favorite little black dress that had long sleeves and was very short. She looked over and noticed a pair of heels that were not in your closet. “Are you wearing those?” She asked, pointing to the shoes. You nodded and a devious smile was on your friend’s face. “Perfect. Now go get changed and put these fangs on. I’ll be in your bathroom doing my makeup.”
Once you put your clothes on, you joined your friend in the bathroom to do your makeup as well. You didn’t need much to complete your look, just some red lipstick, dark eyeshadow, and a little bit of fake blood dripping from your bottom lip. You took in your appearance and smiled. You were a hot vampire.
After you and your best friend were all done up, you went to your friend’s car, where Juho was waiting in the driver’s seat. “You two look good,” Juho commented as he saw you two walking towards the car.
Your friend smiled at her man as she got in the passenger’s seat and you in the back. “Thank you, baby.” You looked over at Juho and saw that he was dressed in a nice black button-up, black slacks, and dress shoes. You noticed a plastic wooden wand in your friend’s hand and put together that Juho was a Warlock. How cute, you thought.
The drive to Seokwoo’s house was short since he didn’t live very far, but it felt long since all you could think about was Taeyang. Would he like your costume? What would he say when he sees you? It had been a little while since you had last seen Taeyang. Even though it was a very long night with him, all you did was have sex. Your casual hookups were fun, but you wanted more and so did he. Of course, you didn’t know that.
Your best friend turned to face you from the front seat and she said, “Are you nervous to see Taeyang? You haven’t said a word this whole time.” She knew you so well.
You sighed. “A little bit. I know I shouldn’t be, we were just together two weeks ago.”
Your friend laughed a little. “Yeah and all you did was fuck. Did you even talk to him?” Juho chuckled at what your friend said. You rolled your eyes. Did she really have to say that in front of her boyfriend who was best friends with Taeyang?
“Y/N, it’ll be fine. He’s been talking about you a lot lately. He’s probably more nervous than you are.” Juho said, finally chiming in. Taeyang? Nervous? That didn’t make any sense to you.
“What? What are you talking about? We just have sex.”
Your best friend scoffed. “He’s crazy about you! I’m surprised you haven’t figured that out by now. You knew that Juho liked me before I did, and you can’t even see it with Taeyang!”
Dumbfounded, you had no idea what to say to your best friend. She was right, you knew that Taeyang liked you as much as you liked him, but you were scared of being in a relationship with him. You were still trying to figure out why, but maybe after tonight, all of your fears will be washed away once you see him again. Maybe it was because he was almost too good to you?
You heard your friend say something to her boyfriend, but you could hardly pay attention to them since your mind was on Taeyang. Before you knew it, you were at Seokwoo’s house. You tied your mask on before you got out of the car and got yourself mentally prepared to see Taeyang.
As you got out of the car, you finally saw your friend’s mask and Juho’s. Hers was black and purple with lace, while his mask was also black and purple, but without the lace. They looked cute together.
You had no idea what Taeyang’s costume was, what his mask looked like, nothing. You wanted to ask him, but you also weren’t even sure if you were going to Seokwoo’s party. The only reason you got talked into going was for the chance of seeing Taeyang until it was confirmed.
Once you, your best friend, and Juho were inside the party, you were greeted by Seokwoo. He was wearing a black suit with an intricate masquerade mask on the top of his face. “Do you recognize me?” He asked as if he wasn’t the tallest person at this party.
Juho laughed at him. “Yes, you giant.” You scanned the room and saw your friends with their costumes and masks. A few of them just wore a nice outfit with super fun masks or they had on full costumes instead of a masquerade mask.
And then, you saw Taeyang. He was talking to your mutual friend Chani. He was gorgeous. He was wearing a black long-sleeve button-up with dress slacks and dress shoes. He had the most beautiful blue and black mask on and you almost couldn’t look at him. He looked so good. “Let’s go get a drink! I see Youngkyun pouring something over there,” You heard your best friend say, snapping you out of your thoughts.
You chuckled as you passed by Jaeyoon who was dressed as a sexy maid because of a bet he lost with Youngbin last week. He looked so embarrassed that you almost felt bad for him, but then you remembered he ate all of your snacks last time you had a movie night. Youngbin was dressed as a skeleton, Inseong was dressed as what you thought was a detective. He had on a brown trench coat and held a magnifying glass in his hand. He really didn’t care about the Masquerade theme.
You finally reached Youngkyun, who followed the theme with this red and black mask and dark suit. “Hey! It’s so good to see you! I wasn’t sure if you were going to come tonight.” Youngkyun said to you and your friend. He knew partying wasn’t your thing, so he was genuinely happy to see you. You and Youngkyun were close, but he didn’t know of the extent of your “relationship” with Taeyang, or whatever it was. All he knew was that you and him had dated a few times, he didn’t know that you and Taeyang were fuck buddies for right now.
You smiled at the handsome boy in front of you. “I couldn’t miss seeing Jaeyoon in the maid costume,” you laughed. You noticed your best friend was no longer by your side and she was now talking to Jaeyoon, presumably making fun of him for his costume. Those two were always roasting each other.
“What do you want to drink, Y/N?” Youngkyun asked since he was done pouring his own drink. “I think there’s some Peach Bellini’s in the fridge if you want one?”
“Yes!” You quickly said, knowing you need a little bit of alcohol in your system before you could even think about talking to Taeyang. Youngkyun laughed as he handed you your favorite drink. “Thank you, Youngkyun.”
He smiled at you. “Do you want to dance?” You pondered for a moment then you agreed to dance with your friend. What harm could a little dancing do? Youngkyun was cute, but you weren’t interested in him and he wasn’t interested in you either. You were just friends, but you weren’t going to pass up dancing to a few songs with him.
You and Youngkyun found a little spot where everyone else was dancing, and you clung to him as OHMAMI from Chase Atlantic started playing. You saw your best friend dancing with her boyfriend; she loved this song a little too much. Youngkyun’s strong arms were around your waist as you danced to the music. It felt nice to dance with him; you felt free. You hadn’t let loose like this in a while and you were glad to be doing it with Youngkyun. He felt so comforting and easy to be with. It’s too bad, he would’ve been a great boyfriend.
Unbeknownst to you and Youngkyun, Taeyang had been watching you two dancing the entire time. Taeyang wasn’t usually a jealous man, but there was something about you and Youngkyun dancing that made him the most jealous he had ever been. Taeyang was tired of acting like all he wanted to do was have sex with you, he was going to make sure he knew who you belonged to tonight.
Taeyang’s jaw clenched as he saw you get closer to Youngkyun as the music blared. “Hey, are you okay?” Taeyang heard a familiar voice say, taking him away from the scene in front of him. He turned and saw Juho looking at him with concerned eyes.
Taeyang sighed before looking at you and Youngkyun again. “Do you see her dancing with him like that? She should be dancing with me. What if Youngkyun does anything with her?”
Juho chuckled. “Then go get her. Youngkyun would never; he respects your relationship. Even if you’re just fuck buddies. Do you really think Y/N would touch another man after being with you?”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Taeyang said before finishing the last bit of his drink. “I’m gonna get my girl.”
“I have to find mine,” Juho said chuckling as he walked away from Taeyang, who was now trying his best to hide his anger before walking towards you and Youngkyun.
“Let me get you a drink!” Taeyang heard Sanghyuk’s familiar voice say as he passed by him. He wasn’t sure if he was talking to him or somebody else, but it didn’t matter, Taeyang had to get you off of Youngkyun. It did cross his mind that what you and Youngkyun were doing was harmless fun, but he couldn’t take another minute of you two dancing.
You were having the time of your life with Youngkyun, smiling, dancing, and enjoying his company that you had no idea Taeyang was standing very close to the two of you until he cleared his throat. You turned to look at the handsome man and you stopped dancing with Youngkyun. “Hi, Taeyang,”
“Having fun?” Taeyang asked coldly. You rolled your eyes and removed yourself from Youngkyun. Since when did Taeyang feel like he had authority over you and what you did? Afterall, you were only fuckbuddies. Unless everything that your friend and Juho had said was true, then it would make sense why he’s acting like this towards you.
“Yes. Am I not allowed to have fun with my friend?” You didn’t really want to pick a fight with Taeyang, but you also didn’t want him to think that he had control over you. You turned to Youngkyun, who looked confused by what was going on in front of him. “I’m so sorry, Youngkyun. I’ll talk to you later,” you turned to Taeyang, “We need to talk.”
Taeyang’s expression softened, but he agreed and you left the dancing area of the party, walking by all your friends who were getting more and more intoxicated as the night went on. Once you two were in another room and away from everyone and the loud music, Taeyang began to speak, “Y/N…listen, I’m sorry about how I acted just now, but seeing you with Youngkyun made me realize something.”
You crossed your arms and looked at the man in front of you, waiting for his answer. “What?” That came out a lot softer than you wanted it to, but deep down you couldn’t fully be mad at Taeyang.
“That I love you, Y/N.” You knew Taeyang was sincere by the way that he was looking at you. Even through his masquerade mask, you could tell by his eyes. His eyes said everything for him. “And that I can’t keep doing this with you. I want you to be mine, I can’t take seeing you with another man.”
You knew you could believe Taeyang, he had no reason to say something he didn’t mean. Your mind raced and you could hardly find the words to say back to him. You had a million things you wanted to say to him, but all that came out was, “I love you, too,”
Taeyang smiled at you before taking your face in his hands and kissing you softly. The kiss felt so warm and loving, just what you needed from him. “Let’s get out of here, yeah? I missed you,” He said softly when he pulled away from you. You nodded and agreed to leave with him.
Taeyang took your hand in his and led you out of the party. As you were leaving, you saw all your friends and waved goodbye to your best friend who was now sitting on Juho’s lap and playing some game with the others. She winked at you and that was the last thing you saw before going to Taeyang’s car.
The drive back to Taeyang’s apartment felt like ages to you. It had been a little while since you and Taeyang had sex and now the anticipation of getting the gorgeous man in bed was starting to get to you. His hand was on your exposed thigh while he steered with his other hand. His large hand squeezed your thigh occasionally, knowing that drove you wild. He inched his hand high up on your leg and under your tight dress. “Taeyang…” you whimpered when he started to rub you through your panties.
Taeyang smirked when he saw you squirm in your seat. He loved seeing you like this even though he was barely doing anything. Your legs opened up on their own for him, so he moved your panties aside and felt how wet you were getting. “Already, baby? That was fast,” the smug tone in his voice would usually piss you off, but you just wanted him to make you feel good. Two weeks wasn’t that long, but it was long enough to have you aching for him. He slid his long fingers up and down your slit, teasing you.
You threw your head back into the seat and gripped his wrist, keeping him in place. God, did he know what to do with his fingers. You moaned when he slipped his finger inside you, moving it slowly in and out of you. His thumb was on your clit, rubbing it in small circles. Taeyang had his eyes on the road, but he saw out of the corner of his eye the way his fingers were affecting you. You moaned loudly when his fingers curled inside you and you could feel that you were getting close to your orgasm.
“Tae-Taeyang..I’m close!” You warned, and then he pulled his fingers out of you. “W-what the fuck?”
He smirked, “We’re here, my love.” Then you looked up and saw his familiar apartment building. As mad as you were, you were excited because you knew the second you two got upstairs, he would fuck you into the morning. You and him hurried out of the car and to his front door. Of course, Taeyang’s apartment wasn’t close to where he would park his car; every second walking to his place felt like hours. Especially since you never got to come a few minutes ago.
Finally, you two made it and the second the door was closed behind you two, Taeyang had you pressed against the wall next to the door. His lips crashed into yours as he kissed you harshly. Your masquerade masks and fake vampire teeth were long gone, and all that was left was your dress and heels. You kicked off your shoes as Taeyang began to unzip your dress. It easily slid off your body and you were now left in your black bra and panties. Taeyang was still fully clothed, so you worked your fingers on his belt buckle, undoing it quickly. You unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear with it.
You kneeled down and looked up at the beautiful man in front of you. He was already hard as a rock and you couldn’t wait to make him feel as good as he made you feel in the car. You wrapped your lips around his pretty pink tip and he groaned. His silky voice was making you become wet again, tempting you to reach down and relieve yourself. But you knew that if Taeyang saw you doing that, he wouldn’t let you have your way tonight.
You flicked your tongue against his slit and Taeyang put his hand in your hair, twisting it in knots as you took him further into your mouth. Your hand pumping what didn’t fit in your mouth. Your eyes never left his beautifully contorted face and you loved hearing the sounds that came out of him. They were filthy and you couldn’t get enough.
Taeyang’s hips thrust into your mouth involuntarily and his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag around his cock. “Fuck, baby, just like that.” He moaned out when you pulled away from his dick, a mixture of your saliva and his precum coating his dick. The mess made it nice and slick for you to pleasure him. You went back to bobbing your head along his length and fit as much of him as you could.
Taeyang wasn’t a quiet man in bed, especially when you gave him good head like this. His moans and groans were egging you on to make sure he got the most pleasure you could possibly give him. You loved the way he tasted and how he felt in your mouth. If you could, you’d blow him as often as possible. (Your poor jaw.)
“Fuck, Y/N.” He groaned. He started to fuck your face and you could tell that he was close to his edge, so you pulled away. You had to get him back for what he did to you earlier. You gave his throbbing tip one last suck before looking up at him. He didn’t look too happy. “Was that for what I did to you in the car?” He questioned, eyebrow raised.
You giggled and stood up. “What are you gonna do about it?” Taeyang didn’t like that. Before you knew it, Taeyang had picked you up over his shoulder with ease and led you to his bedroom. “Taeyang! Put me down!” You said tapping his back. Secretly, you liked when he would manhandle you like this.
Taeyang’s hand came down on your ass with a hard smack and you yelped. “Are you gonna be a good girl or am I gonna have to do that again?” Part of you wanted him to spank you again, but another part of you just wanted him to fuck you.
“Maybe..” you teased. Another slap to your ass before he threw you on his bed. You didn’t even realize you made it to his bedroom yet because you were so turned on by him spanking you. You watched him as he began to undress himself, the sight in front of you making you impatient. Seconds felt like hours as he unbuttoned his shirt and stared you down. Taeyang was thinking about what he wanted to do with you, how he wanted to fuck you.
Once all the unwanted clothing was finally gone from his body, he crawled on top of you and attached his lips to yours. You moaned into your kiss as he moved his hands down to your clothed core, rubbing you through your panties. His sweet lips were almost distracting you from what his fingers were doing between your legs. He pulled away from your lips and moved down to your neck, kissing and sucking lightly on the tender skin. His kisses tickled you and you reveled in the feeling. God, how you missed him.
He pulled away from you and rose up to his knees. He hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down your legs, so you reached behind you and unclasped your bra and threw it somewhere in his room. You and him were now both fully naked and you couldn’t wait to have each other. Taeyang’s eyes scanned your body hungrily, and as bad as he wanted to get you back for the little stunt you pulled, he was too hard to think about anything else. He needed to fuck you and he knew that you wanted it as bad as he did.
You sat up and kissed him again, but softer than any kiss you’d had with him earlier in the night. Similar to the one you shared at the party, but a little more lust filled since you were both ready have your way with each other. “Make me yours, Taeyang.” You whispered against his lips.
It was if something switched in Taeyang, and any intention he had of being rough with you went out the window. All he wanted to do was make love to you, make you feel like you were the only woman in the world. He was going to make you his tonight, and you would never even think about another man.
He gently pushed you down on the bed and hooked one of your legs around his waist. He lined his tip at your entrance and he teased you with his tip, coating it with your wetness. He sighed in bliss as he slowly pushed himself inside you. His eyebrows were furrowed together as he bottomed out in you. You moaned loudly feeling him against your walls. Every inch and ridge of his beautiful cock was buried deep inside you and you wanted this moment to last forever. The gorgeous man on top of you kissed you softly as he slowly started to rock his hips against you.
He started with a slow pace, drawing out the pleasure between you two, keeping your bodies close. Your hands were all over his body; in his hair, on his back, his biceps. You just wanted to feel him as he made you feel good. Better than he had ever made you feel. You and him never has sex like this. It was always hard and fast. As fun and exciting as that was, this was perfect. Tonight wasn’t about that. No, tonight Taeyang wanted you to know just how much he loved you.
The slowness of his movements left room for him to go back to kissing on your neck. Leaving little bites and marks on your skin, making you belong to him. One of his hands had moved to your nipple, tweaking it slightly. “Fuck,” you gasped out. He loved making sure you had the most pleasure whenever you’d have sex. He loved to play with your body, knowing all your favorite spots.
His hips moved in a rhythmic fashion as he picked up his pace slightly. Taeyang wasn’t one to keep things slow for very long; he liked it fast and he knew you did too. Your moans became louder when he started going faster. The pleasure he was giving you was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. You could already feel like you were going to come just from the pure intensity of the moment you and him were sharing.
Taeyang could tell you were getting closer to your orgasm just based on the way you felt around him. He knew your body well and he also knew just what to do with you. He angled his hips so that he would hit your spot and you screamed. He smirked against your skin before pulling his body from you. He sped up his thrusts a little bit more and became relentless against your spot. “Right there, oh my god, yes!”
Taeyang’s own orgasm was approaching as well, but he wanted you to come all over his cock first before he could even think about coming. The hand that was toying with your nipple had now moved down to your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. At this point, the only thing you could think about was Taeyang and the only thing you could say was his name. Taeyang wasn’t a quiet man in bed either, and you swore you could come from his moans alone. His silky voice was like music to your ears as he was close to his high.
He applied a little more pressure to your clit and that’s when your body just let loose. Your orgasm ripped through your body and you moaned his name so loud you were sure his neighbors could hear you. Once Taeyang felt your walls pulsing against his dick, that triggered his own orgasm. His thrusts were faltering as he came inside you. He groaned as he milked both of your orgasms. You winced slightly when he pulled out of you, feeling empty now that you weren’t connected to him.
He kissed you one more time before removing himself from your body to get you a wet towel to clean you up. You were spent. He fucked you good and you could feel yourself drifting now that you were coming down from your incredible orgasm.
“Y/N?” Taeyang said once he finished cleaning you up.
“Yes?”
He collapsed down next to you and held you in his arms, your sticky bodies clinging to you each other. “I love you so much and I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier.”
You looked into his sweet eyes and smiled. “It’s okay, I love you too.”
“Get some rest, my love. I’m not done with you just yet,”
You giggled and kissed him again before falling asleep in his arms.
#Taeyang x reader#SF9#SF9 smut#Taeyang smut#Taeyang fanfic#Yoo Taeyang smut#Yoo Taeyang x reader#Yoo Taeyang fanfic#I had fun writing this#Jaeyoon as a sexy maid kills me#halloween#spooky haha
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Want A Taste? | Youngbin & Jaeyoon | (m)
Summary: You and Youngbin have been entertaining the idea of inviting another person into your bed for a while now, so when Jaeyoon accidentally barges on the two of you, it seems like fate. (based on anons on another blog but I don't remember which one exactly ㅠㅠ) Word count: 5.4k Warnings: smut, threesome - m/m/f, choking, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasm
This is a mistake. You think even as you willingly let Youngbin push you against a wall and slip his tongue inside your mouth. Clothes you’ve discarded a long time ago, now only in your underwear. You know it’s not a good idea - not that you’ve never done it before, you did, but it’s been too long since you’ve last had the slightest bit of privacy and time to truly enjoy yourselves, so you worry about being able to keep quiet.
The good thing is that there’s only one person in the dorm with you - Jaeyoon, and while the man can be as mischievous as the rest of them, every time you come around to see Youngbin he just grabs his headphones and gives you both a cocky smirk and wink before he makes himself comfortable in the living room. Most of the time it’s not necessary as neither you, nor Youngbin want to get caught in the middle of things, but sometimes you’re really grateful that Jaeyoon’s the way he is.
Youngbin parts your legs with his thigh and you bite your lip to hold back a moan. He smirks, his eyes meeting yours. They’re dark and full of lust. It’s really been too long.
“So impatient and needy,” he teases, bending his neck to press a trail of kisses down your throat. You groan quietly, pushing him away slightly.
“We don’t have to do anything if you’re not feeling like it,” you say, faking a pout. His jaw clenches and he pulls you to him. Your lips connect again, his tongue entering your mouth straight away, dominating the kiss. He makes you walk backwards and pushes you down on the bed when your knees hit the edge of the mattress.
He crawls over your body, pinning you down with his hands on either side of your face. He grinds his clothed dick against your center and you arch into him with a sigh.
“Can you feel how much I wanna fuck you?” he growls against your lips.
“Take it off, please, I need to feel you,” you beg him and you don’t need to ask twice before he pushes himself off you to get rid of the last piece of clothing on his body. You do the same.
He’s hovering above you again in seconds. This time he takes his time kissing you, slowing down. His hands caress your body softly, taking you in. Your hands roam his back, tracing the lines of his muscles and spine. He grinds against you again and you moan aloud before quickly slapping a hand against your mouth. When he pulls away, there’s a soft smile playing on his lips.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he teases, “I don’t think you’ll be very quiet. We might as well invite Jaeyoon to join us right now, before he hears us and gets flustered.” You slap his shoulder playfully. It’s not like you’ve never discussed the idea before though.
While having a threesome with other people seemed like something you’d never be into, when you talked one about it one night, lying next to each other naked and satisfied, you both agreed that the idea didn’t seem as scary or weird if the third person was one of his members. They are all attractive and both of you know them well, trust them too. Besides they already had to keep the secret of your relationship, what’s one more dirty secret on top of that? And of course that Jaeyoon’s stupid teasing winking when he walks past the two of you caused that he was the one your mind usually turned to whenever you thought about the prospect of having a threesome.
“No thanks,” you grinned at your boyfriend, pulling him into a deep kiss again. He hummed, one of his hands traveling down your body, fingers brushing feather-light over your stomach.
“Who’s impatient now, hm?” you tease, choking on air when his fingers make a beeline for your soaking pussy in revenge. He smirks into the kiss, expertly rubbing between your folds. It makes you whine, you really can’t help it. You’ve missed him and his touch.
"Shh, you wouldn't want Jaeyoon to find us like this, would you?" he smirks at you. He leans back slightly to hold himself up while he wraps a hand around your neck. He increases the pressure on the sides of your throat to choke you. You sigh, hands clawing at his back. You could still breathe, it was just a little harder. Which was probably for the best since he decided to abuse your clit with his fingers, making you squirm under him. And as he continues with his teasing, you can’t hold back the noise trying to escape your lips. He watches you in amusement.
“See? I told you you couldn’t keep quiet,” he mocks, adding more pressure on your neck so you can barely breathe. At least you’re almost silent, almost. He’s entertained anyway. The way your hips jerk everytime he drags his fingers over your clit and how you buck up, chasing his touch when he takes his hand off you is a delicious sight.
He can’t quite decide whether he enjoys more to see you struggle under his touch or long for it, desperately pleading with your eyes when he denies you his fingers. He taps on your sensitive nub before rubbing, gently, circling around the spot quickly to make you whine. Then he slows down again. He takes in the way your breath hitches, how you try to steady your breathing when he allows you a second to breathe.
He works you until you’re almost there, your thighs shaking and tense. Your choked sounds sound even more needy and he knows you’d be begging if you could talk. Which is exactly why he removes his hand before you can climax.
Your betrayed look is just priceless and he coos at you, kissing you softly. But he isn’t done playing.
“Let’s make this harder, shall we?” he whispers in awe at your needy expression. He kisses your lips once more before leaning down, his lips trailing down your neck, and across your chest where he pauses just for a second to take your nipple in his mouth. You try to whine but he holds your throat firmly, effectively keeping you as quiet as he needs. His mouth travels further down, but before he settles where you really need him, he gives you a strict look.
“Don’t make a sound now,” he warns, removing his hand from your throat. You gasp for air softly, trying to obey and keep quiet. He doesn’t make it easier for you, parting your thighs and licking a long stripe up your folds. You choke on the sound and your hand fists in his hair so you can express your desperation in some way at least.
Away from the scene, Jaeyoon is lounging on the sofa, watching a movie on his phone. It’s hard to focus, though, since not only he can’t help thinking about the things you two must be doing in the bedroom, but also because he forgot to charge his airpods and they’ll die soon and the charger he, of course, left in the occupied bedroom.
Now, he knows that you could possibly be just watching a movie and cuddling, but he’d be lying if he said that he’s never overheard you two going at it. He just has enough decency not to bring it up. And enough shame to struggle to admit to himself that it made him aroused, just like he has to be fighting off a boner now thinking about going to the bedroom and possibly seeing more than he should.
And in the next second, his airpods die and silence envelops him. He growls and buries his face in his hands. Great, what should he do now? Turning on the tv wouldn’t help, he’s tried that before and he still can’t get the memory of the news anchor reading news mixing with your sweet moans out of his head and it really doesn’t help his current situation.
After a bit of hesitation, he takes the useless devices out of his ears and with cheeks burning red he listens. It’s quiet, which is both surprising and good. He sighs, maybe tonight you’re really just doing something he could interrupt without making things awkward between the three of you.
After more waiting and careful listening, he decides it should be safe. And even if he does end up catching you doing something, it shouldn’t be a big deal - or so he tells himself. After all he’s lived with Youngbin long enough, there were accidents, everyone’s seen everything in the dorm. And as far as you’re concerned… he doesn’t want to think about it. He’s half-hard already, overthinking the possibilities and his imagination is cruel. You’re beautiful, everyone could see that, and it’s not like you never flirted with each other. It was just playful, sure, but in the current situation, it makes his thoughts run wild.
He stops to listen some more in front of the closed door but he really can’t hear anything that would make it seem like you were in there doing stuff he shouldn’t see. He knocks softly and there’s no response. He knows he should knock again, he knows he should wait for any kind of response, but his heart is hammering hard in his chest and his mouth is dry and his mind is full of sinful images and so he just opens the door.
Try as you might, the situation feels too surreal for you to be able to recount the events that lead to this.
You vaguely remember shaking under Youngbin, biting into your hand to stay quiet as he ate you out, his tongue attacking your clit and fingers pumping in and out of you. You needed him so much but he kept teasing, as usually, although you thought that he might let you climax this time, eventually. That was until your eyes made contact with Jaeyoon’s wide-eyes and parted lips.
Lost in your pleasure, you giggled and couldn’t find more appropriate words to say than: “Babe, we have a company.”
Youngbin raised his head from your core, licking his lips. Jaeyoon’s attention turned to his leader between your legs and he gulped, frozen on the spot.
“Want a taste?” was all your lover said with a sinful grin and since then, it felt like a fever dream.
If you tried hard enough, you could remember whining as your release was denied once again, begging and pleading.
You remember agreeing and reassuring the other man that it’s alright for him join you, did you maybe ask him to just fucking come over and touch you? You’re not sure. That’s what he ended up doing anyway.
There were some rules Youngbin set too, helping you communicate what you wanted to say as he kept teasing you, just to keep you on edge.
Jaeyoon lost his clothes quickly. His body was great, you always knew that but seeing him now, aware that you can touch him and that he’ll be touching you… It made your mouth water.
You remember his fingers joining Youngbin’s to stretch you properly and how cocky he was, seeing you writhe in pleasure under him. Whatever shame and insecurity he felt when he stepped through the door was gone even faster than his clothes, but it’s all foggy in your mind.
What’s important is now. And what a situation you’ve gotten yourself into.
Jaeyoon’s hands are on your hips, pushing you down on Youngbin’s cock against your efforts to move up. You whimper again. You hate how strong he is - you love how powerless you are against him. You try to raise yourself up, even if just an inch, but Jaeyoon doesn't budge. His grip will leave marks and you find that thought hotter than you probably should. Especially since Youngbin will want to erase them, cover them with his own fingerprints on your skin.
You moan as Jaeyoon pushes you down, impaling you impossibly deeper on your lover's length. Youngbin singhs too, giving you a satisfied grin.
Seeing as fighting back is futile, you whine and lean your head back on Jaeyoon's shoulder. He's warm against your back and you feel his tip leaking, the precum staining your lower back. You wonder how he is able to control himself so well.
"Want me to help you, pretty thing?" he whispers into your ear and one of his hands slides down from your hip. The other holds you down firmly when you try to bounce up, but you know it's a lost fight when his fingers dive between your folds and your legs nearly give out under you. You bite your lip hard, almost breaking the skin, but your strangled moan still resonates in the room.
"Don't hold back," he kisses your temple, "We love hearing you, right?" You know he's looking straight at Youngbin who smirks at you.
"Don't worry, there's no one else to surprise us," he teases. As if it was your fault Jaeyoon's stupid ass interrupted you. You scowl at him, only softening your look when he takes your hands in his, intertwining your fingers.
"Good, hold on tight now," Jaeyoon growls and at first you're confused but then his fingers start moving on your core and you let out a pathetic whine. You clench around Youngbin, making him curse and squeeze your hands. The male behind you on the other hand seems pleased with both your responses, adding more pressure every time his fingers brush against your clit.
It's a sweet torture, being so nicely filled with you lover while his friend plays with your most sensitive spot. Youngbin seems to share your opinion, sweet breathy moans spilling from his lips every time your walls clench around him. Jaeyoon seems into it too, his lips traveling along the line of your shoulder, leaving gentle kisses on your skin. Sometimes his teeth nibble on your flesh. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make you whimper and push closer to him.
He knows what he’s doing and he checks your reactions to his actions, purposefully moving his fingers around your clit in a way that makes you frustrated, because it’s not enough and he alternates it with moments of intense attention to the bundle of nerves that has you choking on saliva.
His skilled fingers bring you to the edge of your release, your legs slowly turning into jelly and your moans getting more needy. You feel the delicious, toe-curling feeling of an orgasm building low in your tummy, you shiver in anticipation, nuzzling into Jaeyoon's chest as best as you can, whining for him. You need the release, having already been denied before.
"Stop," Youngbin suddenly groans out and you feel like crying because the fingers dancing between your folds stop moving and then their touch disappears altogether. You cry out, incoherently mumbling until Jaeyoon sticks the fingers wet with your arousal into your mouth and makes you suck on them to shut you up. You whine but obey his wish enthusiastically. Anything just so he'd touch you again, let you cum.
"Fuck, that's hot," Youngbin growls, his head falling back. You feel his hips thrust up the tiniest bit, barely brushing against the sweet spot inside you and your eyes fill with tears. You choke on some sound that doesn't even sound human, making Jaeyoon chuckle behind you.
"I think someone really needs their release," he teases, pulling his now clean fingers out of your mouth.
"You've been good for us, weren't you? Do you think you deserve to cum, precious?" Youngbin asks you softly and you can only nod, rolling your hips against his as more tears spill from your eyes.
"Wanna have the privilege?" your boyfriend smirks at his friend.
"You sure?" Jaeyoon questions and you can feel his dick twitch against your backside. You have to admire his self-control once more. Both of the man’s ability to control themselves actually. It only makes you feel more desperate.
"Don't worry about it, you can have this round," Youngbin answers while looking straight into your eyes. You have half a mind to worry about the implications, but then there are Jaeyoon's pretty fingers on your pussy and your mind becomes empty like a sheet of paper.
In contrast to his previous teasing, he's merciless now. His fingers circle around your clit, barely allowing you to breathe. You don't know whether you're moaning or gasping for air, but with the way Jaeyoon's swearing into your ear you guess he likes the noises regardless. He even lets you grind against Youngbin, who thrusts into you very softly, but he brushes against your special spot with each thrust.
"Fuck, so tight," he groans, "Keep doing whatever you're doing." As if the male behind you needed any encouragement. The hand that isn't busy making you a fucked out mess guides the movements of your hips and there must be purple fingerprints on your skin already. His breathing is heavy in your ear even as he tries to silence himself by kissing your neck.
He's set on making you cum fast and hard, expertly playing you like a violin. Alternating between tiny circles and eight figure movements, he changes the pressure too. It makes your head spin and legs jelly, and you want to kiss him.
You turn your head to the side and he gets the message, connecting your lips as soon as Youngbin gives him the okay. You moan into the kiss, your walls milking your boyfriend's cock. He wants to fill you up already, but he'll be damned if he didn't make you a mess first. He loves it, he loves you, and he loves the way your legs shake as you're teetering on the edge of climax again.
"Cum for us, baby," Jaeyoon whispers into your ear, biting its shell and you finally let go with a loud moan resembling Youngbin's name. Jaeyoon has to catch you, wrapping an arm around your waist and leaning you on his body as he helps you ride out your high. Youngbin curses under his breath, grinding his teeth together. You're so tight, squeezing him and driving him insane. He has to have you, but at the same time, he reminds himself, he really wants to wreck you. He wouldn't have the self-control usually, not after he's already waited for so long, but something about having Jaeyoon here makes him want to ruin you and to show the other man just how much he's got you wrapped around his fingers.
Youngbin lifts his hips, bucking into you. You whimper, freeing your hands from his grasp to lay them on his chest. It's almost like you're trying to push him away, only you don't really have the strength or desire to do so. After being teased and edged by them so cruelly, everything’s more intense and you're too sensitive, but the pleasure is worth the discomfort.
"Ready for another round, sweetie?" he grins at you, and then his eyes meet Jaeyoon's and you feel the man behind you nod. You can take one more, you want one more high after all you’ve endured.
Jaeyoon’s hands slide down your hips to grab a handful of your ass and he helps you move, lift yourself up to bounce on your lover's dick and match his thrusts. All the while you feel him grind his dick against your butt. You can't help wondering for just a second how he'd feel inside you, but Youngbin's expert hip technology leaves you breathless and you know you were made to be his, and that no one could feel better than him. You're crying softly without even noticing the tears. Everything's just a little too much. Your body, however, belongs to Youngbin.
Without your will, you move up and down on his dick, your body under his spell, seeking more pleasure than it can handle. Seeing as you don't need his assistance anymore, Jaeyoon's hands travel up to your breasts, squeezing gently. You whine, head falling back on his shoulder. His thumbs play with your nipples, brushing against them in a teasing manner.
Youngbin can't keep his hands off you either, soothing you by caressing your sides and thighs. Overwhelmed by the pleasure and love, you sniff, nuzzling into Jaeyoon's neck.
"You're doing so great, baby," your boyfriend praises, joined by his friend: "We're so proud of you, you're so good for us."
Their words barely register, but they still bring you comfort. Jaeyoon gently kisses the tears away from your cheeks. You wonder how his lips can be so soft while his hands are so rough. His fingers pinch your nipples playfully until you whimper. Meanwhile Youngbin's pounding into you as if his life depended on it. He aims for your sweet spot, abusing it with each thrust. Your mind is blank. You're a moaning, gasping mess, but neither of the two will be satisfied until they ruin you even more.
It's Youngbin's turn to play with your clit, and as his thumb brushes against the sensitive nub, you scream out his name. Your nails dig into his chest and he gives you an especially hard thrust that makes you arch your back. Jaeyoon isn't having any of it though, pulling you back against him again. He kneels behind you and let's you do all the work while he plays with your tits. You're riding Youngbin so expertly, and at the same time your ass rubs against his cock. It's frustrating though. He needs to cum too, but this won't be enough. He doesn’t need to fuck you, but he needs something.
"Shit, Youngbin," he curses, "Let's finish this quickly or I will explode."
Youngbin smirks, pressing his thumb more firmly against your clit. With the way your legs are getting weak and your breath hitches, you're close.
"Just wait a bit, then you can have your fun too," he promises and it's Jaeyoon's needy whimper against your neck that pushes you over the edge this time. You cum with a strangled scream turned whimpers when your lover doesn't stop teasing your clit. Neither does Jaeyoon stop, his hands massaging your breasts. It lasts only seconds longer, then your lover grabs your hips and makes you sit still on his lap. You whine, looking at him with watery eyes.
You can’t focus or form much of a coherent thought and they must understand that, because Youngbin’s hands caress your thighs slowly, lovingly rubbing circles over your skin while Jaeyoon’s nuzzling into your neck, whispering soft praises. Your mind clears enough for you to speak after a while and you murmur your boyfriend’s name, making him smile at you.
"Baby, can you handle one more for us? Do you think you could do that?" he asks innocently in stark contrast to his flushed face and the way his chest rises and falls with each labored breath.
"Please," Jaeyoon whines into your ear, grinding into you. His tip is leaking all over your backside. He's all over you, he hugs you from behind and it's both comforting and unfair, because you really want to make him feel good too.
"Can we cuddle afterwards?" you whimper, sniffling as you look at Youngbin and he's watching you with the most adoring expression and you just know that he will take care of you, that everything will be alright.
"Of course we will, darling. Anything you want," he smiles at you lovingly and you lean down, taking Jaeyoon's giant body with you before he catches himself, propping a hand on the bed. You kiss your man and hum happily as your tongues brush against each other. It feels strangely perverse though, as you feel Jaeyoon's hard length pressing against your body and feel his ragged breaths on your skin.
Youngin must've guessed your thought process because he gives your lips one last peck before his gaze turns dark again.
"Did Jaeyoon treat you well? Does he deserve to fuck your mouth? What do you think, my love," he asks and you feel the man behind you tense, his dick twitching impatiently. You lick your lips, giving your boyfriend a wicked grin.
"You're a lucky guy, my friend," he pats Jaeyoon's shoulder and you swear you've never seen anyone moving so fast.
He stands up from the bed and helps you get up too. He has to support you, your knees are weak and if he didn't hold you up against his firm body, you'd be a puddle on the floor.
Youngbin kneels where his friend was kneeling just a while ago and you obediently take your place, sighing both in bliss and pain when he slips inside your hole again. He leans over you, kissing down your spine. His hands sooth over your bruised hips.
"God, this is too good to be true," Jaeyoon comments as he licks his lips and gets on his knees in front of you.
His cock is so hard each vein is visible on its surface and lucky for him you're as impatient to taste him as he is to be inside you. You take him into your mouth easily with how wet he is, covered in precum. His breath stutters, his hands fisting in your hair.
"Be good for us, you're doing wonderfully," Youngbin reminds you with one last kiss to your shoulder, then he moves his hips.
He's not gentle, which is understandable with how long he's been denying his own release. His pace is fast and rough, pushing you forward on Jaeyoon's length with each thrust. You can't stay silent, your moans and cries vibrating around the dick in your mouth. It drives Jaeyoon crazy. He tries not to buck into your mouth, careful not to hurt you but when you swirl your tongue around his tip, he nearly loses it.
"Pretty thing, can you relax your throat for me?" he asks breathlessly, stroking your cheek gently. You don't answer, fulfilling his request instead. Just in time with Youngbin's decision to make your insides a mush.
His thrusts slow down a notch, but they're deeper, more forceful and soon your nose brushes against Jaeyoon's pelvis as you take him deep in your throat. He groans, almost whines, his fingers pulling on your hair.
"So good, so fucking good," he growls, finally allowing himself to thrust into the wet heat of your mouth.
You're glad they're doing all the work themselves, you can barely keep yourself up and your throat hurts as a constant stream of moans is drawn out of it. You're full on crying, so full and sated, yet the pleasure doesn't stop and it's painful. But Youngbin's holding your hips and caressing your things in a way that make you know he's got you, and while Jaeyoon's steadies your head with one hand, the other is still stroking your cheek so tenderly you want to be the best you can for him. It’s all that matters - to be good for them, to let them use you as they wish. The knot in your stomach is tightening, pretty much like your walls around Youngbin, and your moans turn into pained whimpers. The pleasure is too much, their hot touch is overwhelming even if it’s gentle.
"Shh, shh, just cum for us," Youngbin breathes out. His thrusts are sloppy and getting faster, he's close and you try to rock your hips against him. You're close too, and just this once you want to cum with him.
"I'm almost there, little one," Jaeyoon warns, as if you couldn't tell by how his cock’s twitching on your tongue. You help him, hollowing your cheeks and it's the last drop for him before he pulls you against him, spilling his load down your throat. You choke a little but milk him through his climax, only letting him pull away when you've drunk every drop.
"Fuck, baby," Youngbin swears and with a grunt, he snaps his hips against yours and fills you with his cum. As he thrusts into you to ride out his orgasm, he slides his hand down between your legs, helping you reach your high with him as he rubs your clit without focus. It's enough though and the knot snaps and you gasp for air, crying out. Your arms and legs give out under you.
Youngbin holds your hips up and gently, carefully pulls out. He lays you down, touching you as if you were made of glass. And in a way, you guess you are right now. His fingers leave a trail of goosebumps behind them. Your eyes close, you’re exhausted and shivering before he pulls a blanket over you. You can hear both men talking to you, you can feel their touch but the world is spinning and your head can't focus on anything in particular.
You shift a little and whimper. There’s a feeling of soreness and little pain where you’d expect and you’re not happy about it. You whine again, still only half-conscious. You frown in annoyance when something is pressed against your lips.
"You need to drink, my love," Youngbin urges and it's him so you listen. You sip the water and feel the cold liquid flow down your throat. It makes you feel better, your head a little clearer.
You realize you're lying on your side, Youngbin's holding your head up so you can drink and you're curled into his chest. Something doesn't feel right though, something's missing.
"Don't worry, cutie," you hear another voice behind you, "I'm here."
Youngbin gives you a smile and helps you turn your head. Jaeyoon returns to his spot behind you, stretching along your body. You sigh, he’s so warm. He gives your forehead a sweet kiss. Now that you're thinking clearly again, you feel shy under his gaze.
You notice that the blanket slid down your body and you're all still naked but you don't feel sticky and uncomfortable, so you guess they've already cleaned up the worst mess. Then you also notice that there's something in Jaeyoon's hands. He follows your eyes and gives you a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry, it's just a lotion to help with the, well," he shyly motions to your hips that are indeed painted all over with bruises. You wince just seeing them.
Youngbin guides your head back to the crook of his neck and kisses your temple.
"You've done so well for us," he praises, voice barely above whisper, “Is it alright I asked Jaeyoon to stay? He was worried about you and I thought you’d like to be pampered by both of us.”
You hum with a smile, nodding your head. You hide your face in the crook of Youngbin’s neck though, still shy. He smiles fondly, kissing your hair, while Jaeyoon squeezes a generous amount of the lotion into his palm and begins to gently massage the substance into your skin. You sigh, relaxing under his touch.
“How are you feeling? Are you hungry, thirsty?” your boyfriend asks, petting your hair.
“No, just tired and sore,” you complain, making both men chuckle, “But good. It was amazing.”
“I’m glad,” he says, caressing your back.
“I’m sorry, by the way,” Jaeyoon murmurs, slowly finishing his task. You both laugh, shaking your heads.
“I thought we made it clear we didn’t mind,” Youngbin pushes the other man’s shoulder, “But yeah, next time maybe wait or knock louder or something.”
“Got it,” he huffs, unsure of what to do now. You can feel his hesitation and you look up at Youngbin.
“Can Jaeyoon stay a little longer?” you ask quietly, surprising the one in question. Youngbin just nods with a smile before turning to his friend.
“If he wants to,” he says and Jaeyoon smiles softly, accepting. He lies down behind you, carefully hugging your waist. You sigh happily, enveloped in warmth as he pulls the blanket around all of you again.
“Just until I fall asleep,” you whisper, squeezing his hand in yours. You feel him smile against your shoulder. Your free hand finds Youngbin’s, bringing it to your lips and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles.
“Sleep well, baby,” he whispers, snuggling closer to you. You’ve never fallen asleep more quickly or felt more safe and loved than in that moment.
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