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puppyluvfics · 6 months ago

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A Hard Day's Night | XH OT6 Reaction

OT6 | non idol!au (kinda? nothing is implied either way) WC: 3.5k (500-600 per member) Genre: FLUFF Summary: OT6 reactions to you coming home crying Warnings: none I think? light angst but nothing bad... lmk if I missed something! partially proofread! A/N: this made me so soft... wahh :<< thank u anonie for the req!

GUNIL

It had been a long day, to put it nicely. You had held it in as much as you could, with small sniffles occasionally leaving you on the drive home, which you could easily pass off as allergies. Still, as you pushed your keys into the knob, you felt your chest tighten with that all-too-familiar feeling. You cleared your throat, trying to push away the feeling, pushing the door open.

“I’m home…” You called out, your voice a bit hoarse and raw.

“Hey babe!” Gunil called back, his voice coming from the kitchen. You took a deep, shaky breath, shutting the door behind you, taking your shoes off, padding softly into the living room, sitting on the couch, and putting your head in your hands. You heard his footsteps get a bit closer, a small kiss being pressed on the top of your head as he made his way around to sit next to you.

“Woah, hey, you okay?” He asked, sitting down next to you, his hand finding its way to your knee. You nod your head, yes, but that doesn’t stop the tears from falling and the sniffles from leaving your nose.

“You don’t sound very okay... What’s going on?” He said, rubbing your knee softly.

"Nothing,” you said, trying to push it down, but he could see right through you.

“Hey, look at me.” He said, tenderly, letting you take your time lifting your head. His heart ached when he saw the tears running down your cheeks, and he reached out, cupping your face with his hands. “Hey, there you are. What’s going on, pretty baby?” He asked, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, wiping away your tears. His voice was soft, warm, and quiet. You shook your head softly, with more tears falling down your cheeks.

“Long day?” He asked, letting you go through the motions while still trying to assess the situation. You nodded as he wiped a few more tears from your cheek. “Oh, my poor baby. Come here.” He said, pulling you into his chest, leaning back on the couch, shifting so you were lying between his legs. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and his found their way around your shoulders, letting you get it out, his hands occasionally rubbing your back or toying with your hair. After a while, when your soft sobs subsided and you were left with shaky but steady breaths, he patted your back softly.

“Better?” His voice was still warm and soft, soothing your internal turmoil. You nodded, meaning it a little more than the first time he asked. He smiled softly, coaxing you to look up at him by putting his fingers under your chin. “How are you still so beautiful?” he asked, a small chuckle filling the otherwise silent room. You rolled your eyes playfully, adjusting your body so you could look at him properly.

“You’re the beautiful one, you know. Taking care of me like this...” You said, your eyes meeting his with nothing but love and admiration for him.

“Loving you is easier than breathing, sunshine. We can both be beautiful.” He said, his hand petting your hair softly. You smiled at the contact and his words, too exhausted from the day to fight back in your usual playful manner.

“Come on, let’s go be beautiful together and get you something to eat and get you some water.” He said, before pulling you into a small, tender kiss.

JUNGSU

You didn’t mean to slam the door when you got home, honestly. Jungsu was in your shared bedroom, working on something on the computer, and if it hadn’t been for the reverb of the slam against the wall, he wouldn’t have even noticed you were home. Curiously, he took his headphones off and walked out to the living room, where frustrated tears streamed down your cheeks. The last thing you needed after today was the laces of your shoes to be knotted, yet here you were, trying to force them apart.

Without saying anything, he approached you softly, letting you know of his presence with a bit more weight, not wanting to scare you or make anything worse.

“Do you need help?” He asked softly, squatting next to you, noticing the hot tears streaking down your cheeks. Everything in you wanted to say no; you wanted to be independent and have control of the situation. But even you knew when to give up. And so you nodded softly, letting yourself softly fall onto your butt onto the floor. He followed suit, sitting next to you.

“Can I?” He asked, not wanting to overstep. You nodded with a heavy sigh. He nodded back in acknowledgment, his fingers slowly and easily undoing the knot in your shoelaces, pulling your shoes off and putting them by the door next to his. You let out a small scoff, frustrated that you had let yourself get to this point.

“Hey, no, none of that.” He said, hearing your scoff, as he helped you up to your feet. “Bad day, huh?” He asked, pulling you into a tight hug.

“You have no idea.” You said into his chest. His lips found their way to your forehead, leaving a small, loving, lingering kiss.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, not pushing either way.

“No, not right now.” You admitted, your arms finally wrapping around him.

“That’s okay. What can I do for you, then, baby? Name it, and I’ll do it.” He said, his voice sincere and full of love. He always offered to do ‘anything’ but he always meant it, good days or bad. You hummed, your fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt.

“Can we watch that movie I’ve been wanting to see? I saw that they put it on Netflix the other day.” You asked softly.

“Of course we can. Come on.” He said, without hesitating. He interlaced your fingers, dragging you to the bedroom, sitting you on the bed. “Get comfy; I’ll be back soon.” He said. Sure enough, no more than 20 minutes later, he came back with his arms full of sweets, popcorn he had popped in the microwave, water, and your favorite drink, just as a little extra treat. He settled in next to you, arranging the snacks in front of you, wrapping one arm around your shoulder, and pulling you close to him. “I love you; you know that, right?” He asked, planting a small kiss on your temple.

“I do. I love you too; you know that, right?” You asked, mirroring his words. He laughed softly, kissing your temple again. He did know that, and even on your bad days, he felt it more than anything.

GAON

Gaon, ever the energetic one, never passed up an opportunity to greet you at the door whenever you came home; it didn’t matter where you came from. Be it work, out with friends, or just some time alone, he was always there waiting for you, ready to shower you in love and ask about how it went. So when you came home in tears, shoving past him wordlessly, he knew something was wrong—seriously wrong.

“Wh- hello??” He said, watching you shove past him and walk directly into your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you. He stood there, bewildered for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. After a moment, he turned on his heels, following in your tracks and knocking on the door. “Babe?” He called through the door, his heart aching as he heard sobs wrack your body.

“Baby? Can I come in?” He asked again after a moment, listening intently.

“It’s open.” You mumbled flatly into the pillow. He pushed the door open slowly, taking in the scene in front of him. God, did it hurt his heart to see you like this. It was a rare sight. His lips curled into a small frown, and he stepped into the room, slowly walking over to you.

“What’s going on?” He asked, his tone more worried than accusatory. You shook your head, not wanting to talk about it, or rather, not really being able to. Whenever you opened your mouth, another sob fell from your lips into the pillow, which only tugged at his heart strings. He sat next to you on the edge of the bed, not wanting to overwhelm you but still wanting to be near you as much as possible. “Shh, it’s okay; take your time.” He said, his hand slowly coming down to rub your back, his thumb occasionally rubbing smaller circles in its trail.

“I’m just so tired.” You managed as your breath steadied, tears still falling from your eyes.

“Emotionally or physically?” He asked while nodding his head in acknowledgment. You hadn’t been sleeping well the last few days, and while he took notice, he didn’t want to make you feel like he was controlling you by telling you to go to sleep at a certain time, the same way he didn’t want you doing the same to him.

“Both, I guess.” You mumbled. He nodded again, his hand rubbing up and down your back with a bit more pressure.

“I get that. Do you wanna talk about it? Or just take a nap, and then we’ll talk about it later?” He offered, giving you the majority of the control in this situation. You didn’t have to answer verbally; your tugs on his arm were more than enough. He chuckled softly, lying next to you, pulling you flush against his body and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. One hand continued to rub up and down your back at a slow pace, the other slowly raking through your hair. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” He whispered as your breathing steadied, his whispers of love and safety lulling you into a much-needed nap.

ODE

If there was one person in the world who made you feel the safest, it was Seungmin. You had texted him before you headed home that today was just the worst; your lack of emojis really punctuated the severity. The drive home was silent save for your occasional sniffles and labored breathing, your knuckles turning white from your grip on the steering wheel. You just wanted to get home.

And home was waiting for you. The second you pushed the door open, there stood Seungmin, arms open, waiting for you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, finally releasing all of the pent-up emotion from the day, clinging to him so hard that you were afraid that if you let go, he would disappear. His chin rested on top of your head, one hand rubbing your back and the other carefully nestled in the nape of your neck, pulling you as close to him as possible.

“I’ve got you. You’re okay.” He said, walking the two of you over to the couch, taking small steps so you didn’t trip. He laid down carefully, making sure you were comfortable the entire time, his arms cradling you. You were his baby in every sense. He let you go through the motions yourself, laying beneath you as your rock, wiping your tears and whatever snot had come from your nose, his eyes never faltering in their pure adoration of you.

When you had calmed down enough to talk without hyperventilating, he sat up, sitting you up with him, pulling you into his lap, pressing his chest against your back, and resting his head on your shoulder. “There’s my baby. I’m proud of you.”

“For crying?” You asked, scoffing just a touch.

“For letting me take care of you.” He said, his tone stern but loving. It’s not that you didn’t let him take care of you often—quite the opposite, actually. He was always doting on you, pampering and spoiling you. Still, he loved to remind you that he was thankful for the opportunity, grateful and appreciative that you let him in and let him help you as opposed to shutting him out, which would be much easier to do.

You nodded at his words, acknowledging them. “Of course, I love you.” You said, your fingers tracing small shapes on his arms that had wrapped themselves around your waist.

“I love you too. So much.” He said into your shoulder, inhaling the lingering smell of your shampoo and conditioner on the ends of your hair. “You smell good.” He said, trying to lighten the mood a touch. You chuckled softly, much to his relief.

“Thanks,” you said, leaning onto him again and letting out a long, shaky sigh.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, knowing that there were times you did and times you didn’t. He never pushed when you didn’t, but he would always sit attentively when you did.

You nodded. “I think so.” You said, getting comfortable in his lap. He hummed in response, his fingers slowly raking through your hair, parting it, and then mixing it over and over. He knew you liked it but were too shy to ask for it, but the way you relaxed in his touch made him continue, occasionally pulling your hair into a braid or a ponytail before letting it fall again, all the while listening to you talk about what was bothering you and responding when he felt the need to. And so, the night went on like this until the both of you were too sleepy to keep talking but content enough to know that things were going to be okay as long as you had each other.

JUNHAN

Junhan was never one to pry, always giving you space when you came home from wherever you were, knowing you needed time to unwind from the world in a quiet place before you were ready to be loved on. But when you came home in near hysterics, he knew that he couldn’t sit there and watch. Still, he didn’t push. He watched carefully, assessing the situation and determining the right time to step in.

That came when you dropped to your knees by the door a few moments later. He walked over to you quick enough to get to you but not fast enough to overwhelm you, kneeling by your side.

“Hey, hey, listen to me. Can you do that?” He asked, his voice soft and smooth. Despite your hysterics, you nodded, finding some clarity and light in his presence. “Good, that’s my good baby. I’m here. Just listen. I’m gonna help you stand up, and then we can either sit on the couch, we can go lay down in bed, or we can do whatever works best for you. I’ve got you.” He spoke, his voice still calm and guiding. You nodded, gesturing your head to the couch as best you could. That’s all he needed.

He stood first, offering both his hands to you and helping you stand up. His thumbs traced over your knuckles gingerly, his lips pressing into your forehead softly. “There you go; you’re doing so well. So so good.” He spoke, his voice quiet but firm. He led you to the couch, his hands never leaving yours. Once you were both sitting comfortably, he placed one hand on your back and one on your chest softly.

“Breathe with me.” He said, his words coming out as more of a gentle command than a question. He exaggerated his own breaths, taking large breaths in through his nose and exhaling them out of his mouth, guiding you to do the same. Once you got a steady rhythm, his breathing returned to normal, but he was still keeping a pace for you to follow if you felt yourself getting lost again. While you breathed, working through sobs and whines, his voice never faltered, the room filling with loving, grounding words.

“There you go, just like that. You’re doing so good, I’m so proud of you. In and out, there you go. So so good.”

His hands both rubbed in small circular motions, the one on your back going in one direction and the one on your chest going in the other direction, a small way for him to bring you back to the present, grounding you and reminding you that whatever had been bothering you was gone now; all that was left was you and him, and that’s all that mattered in this moment. Once your breathing had returned to a normal, albeit shaky, state, he let his hand fall into your lap, grabbing your hand.

“Is it a 'talk about it' problem or just a shit day?” He asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

“Shit day.” You replied, your voice hushed, resigned. He hummed in response, his hand moving up to the back of your neck, applying some soft pressure.

“Do you wanna go to bed and forget about it?” He offered, genuinely. As much as he would love to know what’s going on, knowing wouldn’t make it go away or not happen, and really, all he wanted was to be there for you. You nodded at his question, leaning over and leaving a small kiss on his cheek; it was your wordless way of saying, “I love you.”.

He helped you to the bedroom, taking special care to help you undress and get into your pajamas, his fingers occasionally rubbing out tense spots on your body in passing. He let you sit on the bed, brushing your hair for you and bringing you whatever you needed from anywhere in the house. His whispers were never silencing, full of praise and love.

JOOYEON

It was no secret that Jooyeon was incredibly protective of you. So when you came home with tear stains on your cheeks and fresh tears daring to spill over, his protective side took over immediately.

When you pushed the door open with a heavy sigh, he immediately hopped up from the couch where he had been relaxing, waiting for you. Without a second thought, he pulled you into his embrace, his arms squeezing your shoulders—admittedly a bit too much, but you didn’t care.

“What happened? Are you okay? Do I need to do something? Talk to someone?” He said, his voice full of worry and a bit of anger. Not at you, of course; never at you. Still, the fact that someone or something in the world was out there hurting the love of his life was enough for him to be angry. His actions made you chuckle softly—a welcome new feeling from those that had plagued you throughout the day.

“I’m fine… It’s just been kind of a bad day.” You said, downplaying the situation. Frankly, it was a classic case of Murphy’s Law—everything that could possibly go wrong today did, and then some.

“You don’t sound fine.” He said, sternly, pressing his chin to the top of your head, trying his best to protect you from everything in the world outside of his embrace. Your arms wrapped around him, and you let your head fall onto his chest. His heartbeat in your ear was a sweet soundtrack of purpose and love.

“I… I’m not. I will be.” You reassured him. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to be taken care of, but you didn’t like worrying him, and you especially hated feeling pitied by him, despite the fact that he has never done that. He was your person, and you didn’t want to lose that. You wouldn’t, obviously, but the way the day had gone, you were preparing for it. “Just... please don’t leave.” You whispered into the fabric of his shirt.

He pulled you away softly, keeping his hands on your shoulders. “Why would I ever do that?” He asked, his voice now quiet as well, but serious. There were hints of hurt in his words, but there was a bigger part of him that knew this was just the bad day and anxiety talking, and not that you meant it.

You shook your head softly. “I dunno. I just... everything has gone wrong. It feels like one wrong move, and you’re gone too.” You admitted. His heart ached, and he pulled you into another bone-crushing hug.

“Oh, my silly baby. You couldn’t get rid of me, even if you tried. I’m here; I’ve got you; I’m not going anywhere.” One of his hands cupped the back of your head, pushing you into him, trapping you in his warmth and safety.

“Promise?” You asked, your voice small.

“I promise, with everything in me. The only place I’ll ever go without you is the bathroom.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood. It worked, despite how stupid it was, because you let out a genuine laugh—so much so that you couldn’t even fake a pout about it.

“I guess I can live with that... Thank you for being here.” You said, your tone turning serious toward the end.

“I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “Come on, wanna go lay down and blame all the bad things that happened today on things that have nothing to do with them?” He asked, tilting his head toward the bedroom. You nodded. It was hard to resist his playful way of cheering you up, especially when you knew it was genuine love.

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yeonjunsvape · 1 month ago

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𐐪ɞ Coffee and Sex 𐐪ɞ

Jooyeon Smut

warnings: nonidol!jooyeon, smut, dirty talk, cursing, dom!jooyeon, a little fluff

wc: 2.2k

a/n: hiii! this is my first time making a ff so please be kind and enjoy! i will be making more and for other bands as well, stay pretty!

"jooyeon, the coffee shop isn't going to close itself." you yell, with a laugh to your coworker. "i know, i just thought if i stayed in the bathroom long enough you'd already be done." he teases back and grabs a rag to wipe down the coffee machines behind the both of you.

"well, while you were checking yourself out in the mirror, i made us both frappes with extra whip cream." you hear him clapping and grabs it from your hand with a soft 'thank you' in his cute baby voice he does.

"you can thank me by locking up, i need to head to the bookstore before it closes, we were too busy so i couldn't earlier." he just nods while he was turned around and you grab your purse.

you make an annoyed noise when you unlock the door so you could leave, it was colder than the weather channel said and you forgot your spare jacket for these occasions.

jooyeon heard the noise you made and chuckles to himself, whispering 'cute' under his breath. "you'd forget your head if it wasn't attached to your body." he smirks, walking over with his large jacket. "it's okay joo, i don't like owing people favors." you smile kindly and try to leave but he grabs your wrist. "no one said anything about favors, it's freezing and i live closer. also, you forgot one more thing."

you've seen enough dramas to know he's already fallen, you have worked together for months now, and he's about to kiss you. with little experience you close your eyes tight and purse your lips.

his eyebrow raises at your lips and smiles when you lean in when you don't feel him kissing you yet, "your frappe..." he whispers, making your eyes shoot open. "what did you think?" he smirks and puts some whipped cream on your nose.

your face scrunches up when he touched your nose and you grabbed the drink from his hand. "i-i'll see you tomorrow..."

at the bookstore you weren't focused on finding the book you came for, instead you were hitting your head on the wall softly. "stupid, stupid, stupid." you whisper over and over to yourself, embarrassed about what just transpired.

the scene was replaying in your head and you didn't care if people were staring at you with strange glances.

"as if i would've even kissed him." you psych yourself out and when your forehead was about to hit the wall again, a hand was placed in front of you. "you wouldn't have?" a familiar voice asks with a bit of rasp.

you look up at jooyeon who's face was blood shot red from the weather and a few snowflakes set on his work uniform. "joo, what are you doing here?" you ask and take the jacket he gave you off, wrapping it around his big shoulders.

"i came to see if you wanted me to walk you home, it started snowing a few minutes after you left... you didn't answer my question." his voice was more serious than you've ever heard and his adams apple moved when he gulped, anticipating what you were going to say.

"i mean, i would've, if you asked politely.." you whisper and his big smile showed, pushing you slowly against the wall, "leave it to you to make a joke in a situation like this."

you look around your surroundings, seeing the people lessen but you still felt insecure about someone seeing you kiss him. jooyeon could see your eyes and he knew what you were thinking, "how about this?" he asks, lifting up the collar of his jacket so it was just the two of you in his large jacket, face to face.

"i can't wait longer [Y/N]." when you opened your mouth to reply he pushes his face against yours, his lips were sweet from the frappe and it was so gentle.

both of your lips work together perfectly, the tension made you use your tongue and slowly slide in between his lips. when you start playing with his tongue, a soft noise came from his throat and you giggle, pulling away. "maybe we should save the rest for later, this is a bookstore after all."

he agrees and grabs his jacket, wrapping it around you for a second time tonight, "let me walk you home." before you could walk out the door he gave you another kiss, just a peck this time but he wanted more.

the walk home was a tad awkward, the feeling of his lips still lingered, but both of you were silent.

'oh no, what if he expects to come inside? would that even be bad? you definitely wanted to kiss, but were you ready for more? of course, it's only polite, at least until he orders a taxi, he can't walk in this weather.'

a smile confirming your decision crept on your face and you look up to the tall man who's eyes were looking straight ahead.

your inner monologue, then staring at his beautiful face distracted you from feeling him grab your hand, but when you look down and see it, your tummy turns warm.

"we're here," he whispers, still awkward from the situation and you kept his hand tight in yours. "it's snowing, i'm not letting you walk home." you say in a demanding voice, his eyebrows raise from your tone. "i dont like owing favors." he syas quickly back, mocking you from earlier.

you laugh and grab the back of his neck, guiding him to your lips again, this kiss was more passionate because you felt more comfortable than in the bookstore. "that was the favor, now come in."

jooyeon chuckles and follows behind you closely, but you stop when you unlock the door. "it may be a bit messy, i was busy and didn't have a chance to clean." you warn, not preparing for guests. "open the door and kiss me, i dont care about anything else."

you comply and drop your keys on the side table by the door, turning around to look at jooyeon. "i've always wondered what it looked like in here, it fits your personality perfectly." he mumbles, looking around at your different decorations and lets out a "oooh!"

your head turns and he's holding a pikachu stuffed animal that was on your couch, "oh yeah, that's my cuddle buddy." you whisper, realizing how pathetic it came out.

a grin shows on his face and you gulp, his smile makes you weak. "well, now you have a replacement." he smirks and sits on your couch, welcoming himself quite fast. jooyeon's arms open wide and you accept the invitation, sitting on his lap with a bright smile, facing him.

"you make me think sinful things when you stare at me like that." he whispers and your tummy does those flips again. "do you feel that way at work too?" you ask, wondering how long he's been wanting you. he nods and grabs ahold of your waist, "you get hit on at the shop and turn everyone down so i didn't think you were interested." jooyeon smirks, rubbing his thumbs over the exposed skin that showed from your hips.

"maybe i didn't go out with anyone because i was looking at someone else." you whisper, inching towards his neck, giving it a small peck. with this action, he throws his head back against the cushion of your couch and thrusts his hips a tad without meaning to. "s-sorry, my neck is sensitive." he whispers with a awkward laugh.

you smirk softly at the feeling of his hips jerking, leaning down to kiss his neck again. "don't be sorry, i like the effect i have on you."

his breath shallows and lifts your shirt up more so he could see just above your belly button, biting down on his lip. you took this chance to suck on his neck and leave a small mark, pulling away to see his eyes closed, his head hanging back.

you could feel his dick slowly rise and it made you more confident, pulling your shirt quickly off. it left you in a pretty yellow lace bra with flowers decorating it, jooyeon admires your chest with his mouth agape.

"damn, you are truly beautiful." he whispers, grabbing your boobs through the fabric and a moan leaves your lips. his ears perk up and takes you off his lap, laying you down so he was on top. "i need to hear that again." he smirks, taking your bra off, leaving you in only a skirt and panties. "pretty." he whispers gently, kissing your lips and playing with one of your nipples in his hand.

this made you wetter than you could have ever imagined, feeling impatient. "can you touch me?" you beg in a whisper, both of your lips red from the hard kiss he gave you.

panting, he trails his hand from your nipple to inbetween your thighs, rubbing a finger slowly against your beating clit. he knew exactly where to rub to make your body jolt with pleasure. "you're already so wet." he smirks, sliding off your skirt and panties off with one swift move, "may i have a taste?" jooyeon asks, a finger still slowly rubbing your now bare clit. you nod excitedly, never feeling someone's mouth on your pussy before.

he scoots down on the couch and leans down, giving your pulsating clit a soft kiss. "i can't wait to do this everyday." he says mostly to himself, before traveling his tongue from your clit to the folds, flicking it gently.

the moans that came out of your mouth didn't feel natural, you've never felt this way before and you definitely didn't think jooyeon was the one who would make you feel like this.

he opens your folds with his tongue and slides it in your hole, one of your hands gripping his hair roughly, the pleasure was too much.

when you felt the approach of your climax, he pulls his tongue away, kissing your clit once more and stands up. his clothes were soon on your floor and you admire his beautiful body, reaching out for his hard dick.

he smiles when he feels you slowly start to jerk, still in a laying position. "want to make it wet?" he asks, and without answering, you take him all in at once.

his moans echoed through your small house when he stood, looking down at you bobbing your head. when he couldn't take any more, he pulled his dick away from your mouth, slowly jerking himself until he was positioned inbetween your legs. "are you ready?"

"yes, im ready for all of you jooyeon." he just nods and rubs his tip against your clit to tease you a bit, chuckling low when he sees you squirm under him.

you've never seen this side to him and it turned you on even more. "please." was all you muttered out before he slides himself inside of your pussy easily, lifting both of your legs up in his arms.

it hurt a bit when he stretched you out but when he started pumping, you got used to it fast. the pain soon changed to pleasure and you moan loudly for jooyeon. "god, you feel amazing around me [Y/N]." he mutters in your ear, going faster with each of your moans.

jooyeon lifts your legs higher and leans down to kiss your lips, biting on your bottom lip. "you're so big jooyeon." you moan out, throwing your head back in pleasure.

when he hears this it makes him go as fast as he can, moaning deeply in your ear. "i'm already close [Y/N], you make me so horny." he whispers, kissing the side of your neck softly, never losing his speed. "i'm close too, i've been wanting to cum since you were eating me out." you let out a giggle that turned into a moan and he pulls away from you. "lets cum together."

he was now pounding in your pussy, both of your legs high in the air as he licks his thumb and reaches down to your clit, starting to rub fast.

this made your body jolt and you could feel it coming within seconds. "im cumming jooyeon." you yell out, not caring about neighbors at this point.

he throws his head back, still rubbing your clit skillfully, "cum with me [Y/N]," he moans out and almost simultaneously you both reach your highs.

the moans could probably be heard 3 houses down but the pleasure was too much, you couldn't be quite at this moment.

his warm cum fills your insides and his pumping slows down when he starts to get more sensitive, pulling out of you.

the feeling of his dick leaving you made you sad but he made up for it by wrapping his long arms around your body. "that was the best i've ever had, thank you [Y/N]." you turn your head over and give him a sweet kiss, both of your sweaty bodies cuddling close.

"i forgot to call a taxi." jooyeon admits after a few minutes of silence and you giggle, "get up, we're going to my bed. you can spend the night." you say as you stand and he jumps up like a kid with candy, smiling from ear to ear.

"bring pikachu, he can cuddle with us." jooyeon chuckles, and you grab the stuffed animal from your couch, "poor pikachu had to see what we just did." you frown jokingly, rubbing his head softly. "he'll get used to it, we're about to do it again anyway." jooyeon smirks, lifting you up and carrying you to your room.

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xdhsquad · 2 months ago

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🐰🐱 2jun - junhan & jungsu inkgayo stage icons (120×120) by @maluyoongi

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moontyun · 3 months ago

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XdH: The type....

☆ xdinary heroes masterlist ☆ ...when you fall asleep on them ☆ warning(s): mentions of urination, drooling, long/short haired you ☆ word count: 768 ☆ genre: attempted humor, fluff ☆ requested: Hey! I Hope you’re good. I have see that your request are open, and I wanted to know if it is possible to make a reaction of xdinary heroes members when you fall asleep on their lap or shoulders? - @la-grenouilles-posts

៚Gunil

semi-prideful when you do because you trust him that much

adores your cute snoring noises

The very first time you had fallen asleep on his lap, he was so happy and a bit prideful when you did. You were being vulnerable with him and he appreciated it. When you had woken up, he was there beaming at you, like a puppy. You had been taken aback with, what you perceived as, a mischievous smile on his face. "What did you do? Did you draw something on my face?" You asked, whipping out your phone and looking at your camera to be sure. "No, you were just adorable and I'm just smitten with you, that's all." he laughed a little as you continued to accuse him of causing trouble, playfully.

៚Jungsu

absolutely adores it when you accidently do it one time

internally squealing at how cute you were

This week had been particularly hard for you. You had pulled 4 all night-ers in a row. Balancing work, school, and everything in between was proving to be more difficult than you anticipated. Today, you had made plans to spend some time with Jungsu before you had to head into work. However, your body had different plans. Jungsu knew you had been over working yourself lately, so, when you inevitably fell asleep on his shoulder while watching a movie, he let you and couldn't help but coo at how cute you looked dribbling drool on his shoulder as you slept. When you had woken up, you were so confused as to where you were but once you had oriented yourself, you wiped your face and profusely apologized for drooling on him, your face burning from embarrassment.

៚Gaon

most of the time it's him falling asleep on you

loves it when you do it though

He dared not move, you were too at peace for him to even want to move but the problem was that he needed to pee. Really badly, he had been sitting like this with you for about an hour. He was practically ripping at the seams to go. But you were too cute for him to want to move! He didn't want to wake you up! But he absolutely has to...he taps you on the shoulder, "[name]...[name]...!" you slowly woke up, "sorry to wake you, but I really have to pee. You can go back to sleep on my lap when I come back." you nodded and he took off to do what he needed to, following through with his promise afterward.

៚O.de

thinks its cute when you talk in your sleep

protects you from being woken up

You were at the studio, enjoying your time with the whole group. But your social battery was running low. So, naturally, you wound up crashing out as the boys started to filter out, leaving you and Seungmin alone. you were fast asleep on his shoulder. "Forgot my chapstick." Jooyeon said as he slammed the door open. Seungmin pressed a finger to his mouth shushing the younger with an angry expression on his face. "Sorry." The younger answered, slowly leaving and closing the door softly.

៚Junhan

doesn't mind it, barely notices it

absent mindedly plays with your hair

The gentleness in which he was playing with your hair as you curled up on his lap, was heaven to you. It was just so calming and relaxing, often times, you fell asleep on him. He didn't mind it, it was just something you guys did regularly without even thinking about it. No, he wasn't one for physical affection but this wasn't something that bothered him all that much. He liked it, in fact. He got to put cute hair styles in your hair without waking you up. You had woken up a number of times with a whole different look than what you had fallen asleep with. Today was no different, when he had cute little pigtails.

៚Jooyeon

absolutely lives for it when you do

teases you when you wake up for making his shoulder sore

He would scorch the whole earth for you. He would do absolutely anything for you and was proven time and time again every time you laid your cute head on his shoulder nearly everyday when you needed your post lunch nap. His shoulders killed every time afterward but he let it happen. "You have a heavy head." He'd tell you. "And you love it, suck it up." you replied in a half awake state. He'd ruffle your hair and give you a forehead kiss before starting something in the house that needed to be done.

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( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )

구건일 ── GOO GUNIL.

The day felt like it had conspired against Gunil, stretching itself out into an agonizing eternity, as if determined to sap every last bit of energy from him. Each second dragged on, the clock's hands moving at a snail's pace, mirroring the heaviness in his limbs. Finally, after what seemed like an endless rehearsal, an exhausted sigh escaped his lips, the sound barely noticeable amidst the hum of tired voices from his bandmates. With a practiced, almost mechanical motion, Gunil returned his well-worn drumsticks to their designated holder, a small nook on the wall that had become as familiar to him as his own reflection. The drumsticks settled into place with a soft click, the only sound in the practice room that had served as their second home.

As his bandmates began to shuffle out, their movements sluggish, weighed down by the day’s efforts, Gunil barely registered the chorus of goodbyes. Jungsu’s voice cut through the haze, a final “see you tomorrow” accompanied by a wave before disappearing into the hallway. Gunil mustered a lazy half-smile, lifting his hand in a farewell that felt more like a reflex than a conscious action. The room, once alive with the pulse of their music, now felt eerily quiet, the silence amplifying the fatigue settling deep into his bones. He reached for his backpack, its weight pulling down on his tired shoulders, just as the sharp ring of his phone shattered the stillness.

The sudden sound jolted him, but when he saw your name on the screen, a genuine smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, chasing away the exhaustion, even if just a little. “I’m done rehearsing, love, I’ll be—” Gunil’s greeting was cut short by the unmistakable sound of your excited squeal. He couldn’t help but chuckle, his heart swelling with affection at the image of you practically vibrating with energy on the other end of the line.

“Goo, you have to come home as soon as you can!” Your voice was bright, almost bursting with excitement, and Gunil could easily imagine you doing your little wiggles of joy, the ones that always made his heart melt.

“Yes, baby,” he replied, his tone gentle, hiding the weariness in his bones so as not to dampen your spirits. “I’ll be home in no time. What’s got you so excited?”

As he turned off the lights in the now-quiet practice room, the faint clicking of your keyboard reached his ears. He pictured you perched at your desk, your laptop open before you, eyes wide with curiosity. The image made him smile.

“I found this new video, and Goo, it is so cool! It's a swarm of Japanese honeybees defending their nest by slapping ants with their wings, but this one is honestly so fascinating because apparently, this colony got infected by the Varroa Destructor Mite — but they were still so aggressive against the ants and they won! Isn't that so cool? Oh, Goo, please hurry, you have to watch it!”

Your words tumbled out in a rush, barely pausing for breath, your excitement making the details spill over each other in a joyous cascade. Gunil found himself chuckling softly, warmth blooming in his chest as he listened to your passionate rambling. There was something so endearing about the way you got lost in your own world, especially when it came to bees. He could listen to you talk for hours, your voice animated and full of life, a stark contrast to the weariness that had settled over him.

He thought back to the early days of your relationship, when you had nervously explained your autism to him, worried that it might be too much, too different. But to Gunil, it was simply another beautiful facet of who you were, something that made him love you even more deeply. “That does sound very interesting, my love,” he said, trying to match your energy despite the exhaustion tugging at him. “I really can’t wait to watch it!”

The promise of coming home to you, to your bright, infectious enthusiasm, gave him the strength to push through the final stretch of his journey. “I’ll be home in about ten minutes, so hang tight,” he added, a smile in his voice as he ended the call. As he neared the apartment you shared, the sight of a family-owned flower shop caught his eye.

Even through the fatigue, his gaze lingered on the blooms in the window, your favorite flowers standing out like a beacon. The thought of surprising you with them, especially when you were already so happy, sent a thrill through him. Without hesitation, he ducked into the shop, the sweet scent of fresh flowers wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. He selected a bouquet with care, imagining the way your eyes would light up when he walked through the door with them in hand.

The weight of the day began to lift as he paid for the flowers, the simple act of thinking about you bringing a renewed sense of energy. The thrill of coming home to you, your voice still echoing in his mind, made each step lighter. As he walked out of the shop, the bouquet cradled carefully in his arms, he felt the anticipation build, knowing that soon, he would be by your side, sharing in the simple, beautiful joy of being together.

김정수 ── KIM JUNGSU.

The corners of Jungsu’s lips tightened into a worried frown as he gently rapped on the door of your shared bedroom. Not waiting for an invitation, he nudged the door open just enough to peer inside. The sight that greeted him was one of persistent discomfort. There you were, lying on your side of the bed, your expression etched with visible distress. Your laptop, casting a soft glow in the dim room, played the familiar episodes of your favorite show—one you had practically memorized through countless viewings meant to soothe your troubled emotions.

Jungsu let out a soft sigh, his concern growing with each passing moment. He stepped into the room, the plush carpet muffling his footsteps as he moved towards your side of the bed. Perching himself on the edge, he settled into the space beside you, his presence both reassuring and tender. You kept your gaze fixed on the screen, as though it were the only refuge from the turmoil roiling within.

The silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words and unshared burdens. After a few moments, you finally turned your head to meet his gaze, a weary sigh escaping your lips. Jungsu’s heart ached at the sight of your frustration and weariness. “I ordered takeout,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper as if afraid to shatter the fragile calm. “It’s your favorite.”

He noticed the fleeting flicker of interest in your eyes, a brief spark that was quickly extinguished as you turned back to the screen with a frown. “I don’t want to eat right now,” you murmured, your tone resolute and final, leaving no room for negotiation. The firmness of your refusal stung, and Jungsu could only nod in resignation. He sighed once more, his shoulders slumping slightly as he retreated from the room, leaving you to your solitude.

For nearly a week now, this had been your reality—an ongoing struggle that Jungsu could only partially grasp. Despite the year you had been together, he had never seen you like this before. He understood that adapting to sudden changes was particularly challenging for you, especially when they disrupted the routines that provided a semblance of stability. The day you had called him from work, sobbing uncontrollably while locked in the bathroom, was seared into his memory. You had told him about your old manager’s abrupt departure and the arrival of a new, unfamiliar face. The sudden shift was more than you could handle, especially when your new manager refused to accommodate the adjustments necessary to make your work environment bearable.

As the days went on, the pressure became insurmountable. Each day, you returned home to face the aftermath of panic attacks you had kept at bay and to collapse into bed, seeking solace in the comfort of a show that could no longer ease the heaviness you carried. The joy and relief it once brought you were now overshadowed by a pervasive numbness, a stark reminder of the emotional toll that had become all too familiar.

Jungsu’s heart ached with the weight of your struggle, and though he sympathized deeply with your plight, it did little to quell his worry. He remained steadfast in his resolve to support you through this storm, even as he grappled with the helplessness of seeing you so diminished. Each day, he hoped for a glimmer of recovery, a sign that the storm within you might begin to abate. But for now, he could only offer his silent presence and unwavering support, waiting for the day when you would once again find your way back to the light.

Jungsu was grappling with uncertainty about how to pull you from the depths of your distress, but a sudden spark of inspiration ignited within him as his gaze fell upon the television in the living room. Resolute to offer you a sliver of comfort, he began a frenzied quest to transform your shared space into a sanctuary of solace. For the next half hour, he darted around the apartment, arms laden with an assortment of blankets, comforters, and pillows—each one a small testament to his unwavering determination.

With every trip in and out of the bedroom, his expression was a mixture of earnest concentration and quiet determination. You watched with a blend of curiosity and amusement as he repeatedly entered the room, his movements a flurry of purposeful activity. At one point, he even attempted to gather your collection of stuffed animals, struggling under the weight of their collective softness as he staggered out, his focus unbroken by your gaze.

The sounds of his labor—the shuffling of furniture, the occasional grunt of exertion—filled the space, drawing your attention away from the show you had paused. You listened intently, your curiosity piqued by the rhythmic clamor of activity. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of bustling, Jungsu reappeared in the doorway of your bedroom, his face illuminated with a blend of triumph and excitement. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, catching the soft light of the nightstand lamp as he panted, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

“Baby,” he called out, his voice breathless but laced with an infectious enthusiasm. His hands rested on his hips, a gesture of pride and anticipation. “Can you please come out? I made something for you, and I think you’re really going to like it!”

Despite the storm of emotions swirling within you, the sight of Jungsu’s eager, childlike gleam in his eyes tugged at your heartstrings. Intrigued and touched by his effort, you pushed yourself up from the bed, the pull of his unwavering support more compelling than the urge to remain cocooned in your sanctuary. He extended a hand towards you, which you accepted with a grateful smile, allowing him to guide you toward the living room.

The transformation that greeted your eyes as you entered the living room took your breath away. The coffee table, once a fixture in the center of the room, had been pushed to the far wall. In its place stood a grand fortress, a whimsical creation of mismatched blankets and comforters meticulously draped and layered into a cozy haven. Strings of Christmas lights peeked through the folds, their gentle glow casting a warm, ethereal light that danced across the room. The television, positioned just in front of the fortress’s entrance, was primed to play your favorite show, a comforting familiarity in its soft glow.

As you inhaled deeply, the fragrant aroma of your favorite meal wafted towards you, a final touch to the heartwarming scene. Overwhelmed by a wave of gratitude, tears threatened to spill as you turned to embrace Jungsu. Your arms wrapped around him tightly, your body shaking slightly with the emotion you struggled to contain.

Jungsu chuckled softly, his arms enveloping you in a hug that was both firm and reassuring—just the way you liked it. “Is this okay?” he asked gently, his voice barely above a whisper as you pulled back to look at him. The tears in your eyes glistened with a profound appreciation as you nodded vigorously, your voice wavering with emotion. “This is perfect, Jun,” you managed to say, your voice cracking slightly. “It looks exactly like how my grandmother used to do it when I was upset as a child.”

Jungsu’s smile widened, his satisfaction evident in the warmth that radiated from him. As you turned and practically bounded towards the fortress, a trail of contented giggles followed in your wake, each sound a balm to his worried heart. The sight of your joy, so vividly reflected in your laughter, made his heart flutter with a tender affection that seemed to encompass the entire room.

곽지석 ── KWAK JISEOK.

The outdoor market was a vibrant tapestry of colors and sounds, alive with the energy of families and couples weaving through stalls brimming with fresh produce and handcrafted jewelry. The air was thick with the mingling scents of spices, flowers, and street food, a cacophony of sensory delights that usually set your heart racing with excitement. But today, the thrumming pulse of the market felt more like a storm brewing on the horizon.

You had been standing in front of a stall, fingers lightly tracing the delicate patterns of handmade trinkets when a sudden influx of noisy tourists swarmed around you. The once-open space now felt suffocating as their loud voices clashed against one another, creating a wall of sound that made it impossible to think clearly. The proximity of strangers pressed too close, stealing the breath from your lungs and sending your heart into a frantic rhythm. You glanced around, searching desperately for Jiseok, who had been right beside you only moments ago, but the crowd swallowed him up, leaving you feeling isolated and vulnerable.

As your anxiety began to claw its way to the surface, your body responded in familiar, desperate ways. Your fingers found their way to your hair, twisting and pulling at the strands as if they might tether you to something solid. Your leg bounced uncontrollably, tapping out an erratic rhythm on the cobblestones beneath you. The sharp sting of your nails digging into your palms became the only thing anchoring you, yet it also edged you closer to a breaking point that felt terrifyingly near.

It felt like an eternity, but finally, Jiseok emerged from the crowd, his eyes immediately locking onto you with a mix of relief and concern. He didn’t need to ask what was wrong—he could see it in the way your body had tensed, in the rapid, shallow breaths you struggled to control. Without a word, he reached out, gently but firmly taking your hands in his, halting the destructive cycle of pulling at your hair and digging into your skin. He interlaced your fingers with his, grounding you with the warmth of his touch.

"Hey, let's get out of here for a bit," Jiseok's voice broke through the chaos, a soothing melody that cut through the overwhelming noise around you. He didn’t wait for a response; instead, he drew you close, wrapping his arms around you and pressing your head against his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat against your ear was a familiar comfort, a lifeline in the middle of the storm.

Guiding you through the press of bodies, Jiseok kept you close, his arms a protective barrier against the world that had become too much to bear. His grip tightened slightly, applying the firm pressure that always seemed to calm your racing thoughts. "Look, we can go there for a little bit," he murmured, nodding towards a small park that sat like a hidden gem amidst the market’s frenzy. The greenery promised a respite, a quiet place to breathe again.

But it wasn’t the park that brought you solace—it was Jiseok himself. The vibration of his voice against your back as he spoke, the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat, and the warmth of his embrace all worked together to gently pull you out of the whirlpool of anxiety that threatened to drag you under. As he continued to speak, his words becoming a soft, mindless ramble meant only to distract, you could feel the storm inside you begin to subside. Your heartbeat, once wild and erratic, slowly began to sync with his, finding a steadier, calmer pace.

As Jiseok gently guided you through the bustling market, his hand remained a steady presence on your shoulder. Every so often, he would give a gentle squeeze, three soft pulses of reassurance—a silent code you both had established for moments like these, where words seemed to dissolve into the fog of your anxiety. It was his quiet way of asking, "Are you okay?" The simple gesture, familiar and comforting, anchored you amidst the swirling chaos.

In response, you reached up to grasp his forearm, fingers curling around his warmth as you squeezed twice, signaling back, "I'm better." The exchange was small, but it spoke volumes—a tender conversation held in silence, where no words were necessary, just the understanding between two souls who had learned to navigate these storms together.

The noise of the market gradually faded into the background as Jiseok led you to the park. Here, the world softened, with the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze and the distant murmur of others who had also sought sanctuary from the market's overwhelming energy. The park felt like a refuge, a place where the intensity of the outside world couldn't quite reach you. Jiseok spotted a secluded bench beneath the shade of a large, ancient tree, its branches stretching out like a protective canopy. The dappled sunlight danced through the leaves, casting a soothing pattern on the ground, and the bench offered a quiet place to rest, away from prying eyes and the relentless pace of the market.

Once seated, Jiseok remained close, his presence a calming force beside you. Your breath, which had been shallow and quick, began to slow as you settled into the quiet of the park. Jiseok's fingers found their way to your hair, gently playing with the strands in a tender contrast to the earlier harsh tugging you had subjected them to. The soft rhythm of his touch was a balm, easing the lingering tension in your body. His other hand rested on your thigh, grounding you with its comforting weight.

He spoke in a low, soothing tone, his words a gentle caress to your frayed nerves. "We can leave whenever you're ready," he suggested, his gaze drifting out to the serene view of the park, "Maybe we can grab some food and cuddle at the dorm. I'm sure the members won’t mind. I’ll kick Seungmin out of our room if I have to; he’ll just have to suck it up."

As the tension within you began to melt away, you found yourself repeating the last few words of his sentence—a familiar and comforting habit, a happy stim that signaled your return to a place of calm. "...have to suck it up," you echoed, your voice lighter now, carrying the trace of a smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

Jiseok chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm, wrapping around you like a blanket of comfort. He squeezed your hand gently, checking to ensure your nails were no longer digging into your palm. "That's my favorite sound," he teased, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he grinned at you, his love evident in the gentle curve of his smile.

This shared moment of lightness, of humor, further dispelled the remnants of your anxiety. In his presence, you were reminded that you didn’t have to face these moments alone—that even in your most vulnerable states, Jiseok was there, offering his unwavering support and love. The park, with its serene beauty and the quiet strength of your bond, became a haven where you could breathe again, surrounded by the safety of his embrace.

오승민 ── OH SEUNGMIN.

JYP Entertainment hosted an exclusive and lavish party at a luxury hotel, where the atmosphere blended the grandeur of celebration with the intimacy of a private gathering. Unlike the typical public events, this one was strictly by invitation, creating a sanctuary for idols to bring their partners, friends, and families without the constant pressure of cameras. The setting was resplendent, with elegant decor that reflected the significance of the occasion.

The entertainment options catered to a variety of tastes. In one corner, a live band played soft jazz, filling the room with soothing melodies. Nearby, a DJ spun upbeat tracks, enticing those who wanted to dance. For the more playful guests, a karaoke setup allowed for uninhibited fun, and a photobooth adorned with glittering lights stood ready to capture the night’s memories. A gourmet buffet stretched along one side of the room, offering an array of international cuisines, the rich aromas mingling with the laughter and chatter that filled the air.

Despite the festive atmosphere, the constant flashing of lights and the relentless pulse of the music began to overwhelm you. This was your first time attending an event of this magnitude, and though you had agreed to come because of the way Seungmin’s eyes sparkled with excitement at the thought of sharing this moment with you, the environment soon proved too much. Even as you admired him, his figure so striking in the finely tailored suit that accentuated his lean, muscular build, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the grand room was closing in on you. Your hands trembled despite your best efforts to maintain composure, and a cold sweat began to form along your hairline.

You stole a glance at Seungmin, who stood a short distance away, his face illuminated with genuine joy as he engaged in animated conversation with his bandmates and senior idols from the company. They were discussing the future direction of their music, reminiscing about their journey since debuting, and Seungmin’s laughter rang out, a clear sign that he was fully immersed in the moment. For a brief second, you hoped that his distraction would allow you to slip away unnoticed, just for a moment, to calm the rising tide of anxiety within you.

The party, though well-intentioned, was far beyond your comfort zone, and the sensory overload was beginning to take its toll. You needed to escape, to find a quiet space where you could breathe without the weight of the world pressing down on you. But as you discreetly made your way to the bathroom, seeking refuge from the overwhelming stimuli, Seungmin caught sight of your retreating figure.

Unbeknownst to you, Seungmin had anticipated the possibility of you feeling overwhelmed in such a busy atmosphere. Understanding how easily you could be overstimulated, he had made sure to pack your well-loved noise-canceling headphones in the expensive messenger bag his stylist had provided. As soon as he saw you slipping away, his concern for you took precedence over the conversation, and he politely excused himself, following you to the bathroom.

Upon entering the lavish bathroom, Seungmin offered a polite bow and murmured apologies to the few occupants before your shallow breathing caught his attention. He quickly moved to stand outside the stall where you had taken refuge.

"Love? It's me," he called softly, his voice gentle and soothing, careful not to startle you in your vulnerable state. Inside the stall, your hands clenched in a futile attempt to stop their violent trembling as you struggled to steady your breathing.

Seungmin reached over the door, his hand holding the familiar headphones — a lifeline in the storm of your frenzied thoughts. "I thought you might need this," he murmured.

You reached up and snatched the headphones, the urgency in your movements reflecting the desperation you felt. As you placed them over your ears, the chaotic world outside was mercifully muted. The overwhelming cacophony faded, replaced by the comforting silence you had so desperately needed. Finally, you could breathe again, the noise-canceling barrier providing a sanctuary where you could begin to reclaim your peace.

You were immensely grateful for Seungmin’s patience, relishing the brief respite as you took a few moments to catch your breath. The bustling noise of the party seemed to fade into the background, creating a cocoon of calm around you. Just as you began to steady yourself, your phone vibrated in your hand — a text from Seungmin, despite him standing right outside the bathroom stall. His name illuminated the screen, and a calming wave of relief washed over you, your erratic heartbeat finding a more measured rhythm.

Seungmin understood that in moments like these, communication through text would be the most comforting method. The message on your screen read, Feeling any better?

Your fingers, still slightly trembling, moved to reply. A lot better, thanks to you. Everything just became a little too much for me.

The reply came almost instantaneously, and you noticed how the tight, claustrophobic feeling had dissipated. I’m glad I thought of bringing the headphones. Why didn’t you tell me though? The words on the screen seemed to convey a trace of concern, as though you could almost see the frown forming on his lips as he awaited your response.

A pang of guilt pierced your heart. You knew Seungmin would have dropped everything to help you if only you had spoken up. But you didn’t want him to worry or to spoil such a significant night. I didn’t want to ruin such a big night. I thought I would be able to handle it...until I couldn’t anymore. You sent the message with a sigh, already anticipating the comforting words that would follow.

Baby, these parties mean nothing compared to your well-being. You didn’t ruin anything, I promise. A warm smile tugged at your lips as you read his soothing words.

Moments later, another text from him appeared. Do you want to stay here for a bit, or would you like me to take you somewhere quieter?

Relief flooded over you as you replied, Can we stay here for now? I don’t want to go back out yet.

Of course. Do you want to let me in? The offer was genuine and well-intentioned, but it made you feel uneasy.

You texted back, No. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can handle being touched or having anyone at close proximity right now...sorry.

Hey, I get it. I’ll just stay here until you’re ready to come out.

Seungmin settled in by the door of your stall, his presence a reassuring anchor in your storm of anxiety. Leaning against the door, he continued to text you intermittently, checking in without overwhelming you. Despite the guilt that gnawed at you for keeping him away from the main event, you found solace in the sight of his polished shoes peeking out from beneath the stall door. His calm and patient demeanor provided a sense of security, a reminder that he was there for you while respecting your need for space.

To lift your spirits, Seungmin sent small jokes and snippets of gossip from the party, aiming to lighten the mood without pushing you too far. His thoughtful gestures made the wait more bearable. When you finally felt ready to emerge, you texted him, signaling that you were prepared to leave the bathroom. Seungmin maintained a respectful distance as he guided you out, his focus on ensuring your comfort. He stood by your side, a steady presence as you stood by the bathroom sinks, allowing you to regain your composure.

As you began to feel more at ease, your heart soared when Seungmin gently pulled you closer, swaying with you to the rhythm of a slow song that was apparently playing at the main party. The music and his embrace melded together in a soothing harmony, offering a sense of peace and connection that made the night’s earlier chaos feel like a distant memory.

한형준 ── HAN HYEONGJUN.

You and Hyeongjun had been together long enough to know that your bond was more than just a fleeting connection—it was a deeply rooted love, a steadfast commitment that had withstood the test of time. The idea of moving in together had always felt like the natural progression of your relationship, a step that would solidify the foundation you had built together. The thought of creating a home, a sanctuary where your love could continue to blossom, was a dream you both held close to your hearts.

After months of searching, of walking through countless doorways in hopes of finding the one that felt right, you finally discovered a small, charming apartment nestled in a quiet neighborhood. It was perfect in its simplicity, a place that felt like it could become your own little haven away from the world. The moment you stepped inside, hand in hand with Hyeongjun, you could almost see the future unfolding before your eyes—a future filled with love, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

However, as thrilling as this new chapter was, the journey to get there was anything but easy. The excitement that buzzed in your chest was often tempered by the looming dread of packing up your lives and making the transition into this new space. Despite the weeks you had spent mentally preparing, gathering boxes, and organizing your belongings, the reality of the task ahead felt overwhelming once the packing began in earnest. The room that had once been your sanctuary, a place of comfort and familiarity, now looked as though it had been ravaged by a chaotic whirlwind. The bed, once a cozy nest of warmth, was buried beneath a patchwork of clothes—some folded neatly, others discarded haphazardly in the frenzy of sorting. Your once-tidy shelves had succumbed to disorder, with books that had been carefully arranged now lying in disarray, their pages splayed open as if they, too, were crying out for the order that had been lost.

Boxes were strewn across the floor, some half-packed, others overflowing with belongings that seemed to resist categorization. Trinkets and mementos from your relationship and childhood, tokens of memories that had shaped you, were scattered across every available surface. The room had become a chaotic testament to your inability to start a task and see it through to completion, the once-organized process now devolved into a mess that mirrored the storm of emotions brewing within you.

As you stood in the center of the chaos, trying to take it all in, the room seemed to close in on you. The sheer magnitude of the task at hand made your head spin, and the weight of the change—of leaving behind the familiar to step into the unknown—pressed down on you like a heavy blanket, smothering you with a growing sense of panic. Your breaths came in shallow gasps, your chest tightening as the reality of what lay ahead threatened to overwhelm you entirely. You felt frozen, trapped between the urge to curl up on the floor and the fear of succumbing to the full-blown panic attack that you could feel building inside you.

In that moment, the dream of a shared home, of a future filled with love and laughter, felt impossibly distant, overshadowed by the immediate reality of the overwhelming chaos that surrounded you.

Hyeongjun had been meticulously packing utensils in the kitchen, each clang and clatter a small, careful note in the symphony of your impending move. The rhythm was comforting in its predictability, a soundscape of progress amidst the chaos. But it was the sudden, uneven hitch in your breathing that cut through his focus like a knife. The familiar, faint tremor in your breath sent his instincts into overdrive. He abandoned the half-filled box without a second thought, his concern drawing him swiftly to the doorway where he paused, eyes immediately searching for you. The room’s disarray only served to heighten his worry, but it was the look on your face—pale, strained, eyes wide with the first signs of panic—that sent him rushing to your side.

His presence was immediate, solid, a tether in the storm of your thoughts. His hands hovered just above your trembling frame, a question in the tension of his fingers, as if even the act of touching needed your permission in this fragile moment. His voice, calm and steady despite the urgency he felt, broke the silence, "Touch or no touch?" It was the question he always asked, a gentle reminder that he was there, ready to offer exactly what you needed.

Your throat tightened, the pressure of unspoken fears constricting your ability to breathe freely. It took a moment, but you managed to force the words past the lump of anxiety, your voice barely above a whisper yet laced with raw desperation. "Touch, please. Hard." The plea was met with immediate action. Hyeongjun closed the distance between you in an instant, his arms wrapping around you with a firm, reassuring pressure that felt like a lifeline. He pulled you close, your face pressed into the warm, solid comfort of his chest, as if he could shield you from the overwhelming chaos that threatened to consume you.

His embrace was everything you needed—strong, grounding, enveloping you in a cocoon of safety. His hands moved over your back, each squeeze purposeful, designed to remind you that you weren’t alone in this moment. The weight of his arms anchored you, offering a physical connection that countered the spinning in your mind. As you struggled to sync your breathing with his, he guided you gently, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, coaxing your frantic gasps to slow. The familiar scent of him—warm, comforting, like home—began to permeate your senses, grounding you further with each breath.

Hyeongjun understood you in a way no one else did. He knew how deeply change unsettled you, how even the most exciting transitions could unearth old anxieties that clung like shadows. This move, this beautiful step into a shared future, was something you had both yearned for, yet the enormity of it was daunting, and he recognized that.

Still holding you close, he gently guided you to the edge of the bed, never loosening his protective grip. His voice, soft and steady, filled the space between your breaths. He began to speak, his words a soothing balm, painting a picture of the memories he hoped to create with you in your new home.

He spoke softly of lazy Saturday mornings, where the two of you would linger in bed, wrapped in each other’s warmth as the world outside moved on without you. He painted a picture of sunlight streaming through the windows, casting golden hues across the room as the smell of fresh coffee filled the air, mingling with the comforting scent of your shared space. He imagined those moments when you would shuffle into the kitchen, still half-asleep, to find him waiting with a mug in hand and a soft smile on his lips. The day would stretch out before you, unhurried and serene, a canvas for whatever simple joys you decided to indulge in.

He envisioned quiet evenings in the living room, where the two of you would sit side by side, your legs tangled together as you watched movies, your laughter or quiet conversations filling the room. Or perhaps, he mused, there would be nights where no words were needed—where you’d simply sway to the rhythm of music only the two of you could hear, dancing slowly in the dim light of your cozy space. Those were the moments he looked forward to, where nothing else mattered but the gentle pulse of your love, a steady, comforting presence that would fill the apartment with a sense of belonging.

He spoke of the laughter that would echo through the kitchen as you experimented with new recipes, each attempt a delightful adventure, whether it ended in culinary success or a flour-covered mess. The thought of you animatedly talking about bees, your special interest, brought a tender smile to his face. He was excited to hear you ramble on about your latest findings, to listen to your voice light up with passion as you shared the intricacies of something you loved so dearly. For him, the simple joy of coming home to you after a long day, of seeing your face light up when you saw him, was a treasure beyond words. It was in these everyday moments, he believed, that the true beauty of life together would unfold.

Each word he spoke was a delicate thread, weaving a tapestry of the life you would build together—a life rich in love, comfort, and endless moments of shared happiness. As he continued to paint this picture with his words, you felt the tightness in your chest begin to ease, the panic that had gripped you slowly loosening its hold. The overwhelming mess that surrounded you, while still daunting, no longer felt like an insurmountable mountain.

When he offered to help you pack your bedroom, it wasn’t just the task at hand he was addressing—it was the unspoken promise that you wouldn’t have to face any of it alone. With Hyeongjun by your side, you knew that no matter how overwhelming the process might seem, you would get through it together. The future you were moving toward, though filled with uncertainties, was also brimming with the promise of love, and that was more than enough to keep you going.

이주연 ── LEE JOOYEON.

Since childhood, Saturdays had been your sacred ritual, a cherished time when you sought refuge in the comforting embrace of your favorite internet cafe. Nestled on a tranquil street near your home, this digital sanctuary had become your second haven. The space was a dimly lit enclave, bathed in warm amber hues that softly illuminated rows of screens and keyboards. The gentle hum of cooling fans and the rhythmic clatter of keys created a soothing symphony of focused activity. The walls were adorned with neon posters of popular games and vibrant advertisements for energy drinks, their colors shimmering and pulsing with the memories of countless gaming sessions. Each desk bore the marks of countless hours spent in virtual worlds, with personal touches and signs of frequent use that told stories of dedicated gamers. The chairs, worn and comfortable, had molded to fit their occupants perfectly.

The employees, who had long grown accustomed to your weekly visits, had come to appreciate your presence. They reserved a specific PC for you, tucked away in a semi-secluded corner you had claimed as your own years ago. This desk, bathed in the soft, reassuring glow of your screen, was where you felt most at ease, completely immersed in the digital adventures you embarked upon. The ritual of arriving, settling in, and losing yourself in your chosen game was a comforting certainty, a bubble of predictability in a world that often felt overwhelming.

However, recently, this cherished routine had been disrupted by a new and vibrant presence. Jooyeon, as you would eventually learn, was the boy whose frequent visits began to unsettle the calm monotony of your Saturdays. His arrival was like a burst of vivid color and exuberant energy crashing into your serene haven. The air would come alive with his boisterous laughter and animated conversations with friends, his presence a dynamic contrast to the quiet you had grown accustomed to.

Despite this disruption, you found yourself surprisingly receptive to the change. Jooyeon, with his strikingly handsome features, was impossible to overlook. His mischievous grin, ever-present and wide, seemed to illuminate the room as if he were the very essence of playful charm. Dressed in soft, well-worn hoodies paired with relaxed jeans, and with his shoulder-length hair cascading like a dark, flowing waterfall, he exuded an effortlessly cool demeanor. His interactions with friends and his choice of games created a vivid contrast against the backdrop of your reserved routine, adding an unexpected layer of excitement to your once predictable Saturdays.

There were moments when, despite your best efforts to stay focused on your own game, you would catch fleeting glimpses of him from the corner of your eye. You tried to remain unobtrusive, but Jooyeon's unabashed enjoyment of the popular games he was engrossed in was impossible to ignore. The occasional flicker of movement or the burst of his distinctive laughter would effortlessly draw your gaze, breaking through the veil of your concentration.

On one particular Saturday, Jooyeon’s frustration had reached its zenith. After what felt like the hundredth defeat in his solo game, he dramatically slumped back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head in a gesture of surrender. His eyes, alight with a mixture of defiance and amusement, wandered towards your screen, where you were deeply immersed in a particularly demanding quest. As you navigated through the game with meticulous keystrokes, Jooyeon’s gaze lingered on you, an unspoken challenge mingling with curiosity that sent a flutter through your heart.

Despite the distraction of his intense scrutiny, you managed to achieve a hard-fought victory, leveling up with a triumphant flourish on your screen. The soft hum of intrigue that escaped Jooyeon’s lips prompted you to finally look up, your heart racing as you became acutely aware of the flush warming your cheeks. Jooyeon’s grin remained undiminished, his eyes sparkling with an affectionate, teasing light. After a moment of shy silence, his laughter bubbled forth, a soft, infectious sound that seemed to fill the space between you. His amusement wrapped around you like a playful embrace, acknowledging the unspoken connection that had quietly woven itself into the fabric of your Saturday rituals.

When he finally spoke, his voice was a low murmur, meant only for you to hear. “I heard that game is pretty good. Do you mind if I join?” The simple invitation opened the door to a new, intimate connection. From that moment on, Saturdays transformed into a shared adventure, where you and Jooyeon would indulge in games together, swapping playful jabs and cracking jokes. The hours spent with him became the highlight of your week, and the growing affection you felt for him added a layer of significance to each interaction. You found yourself seeking ways to show him how much he meant to you.

Noticing his habit of picking at his skin whenever he was stressed or anxious, you returned the following week with a thoughtful gift: a textured, silicone stress ball from your own collection, designed to help him redirect his nervous energy without damaging his skin. On another occasion, as you patiently waited for him to clear a level in a game you were both playing, you couldn’t help but be charmed by the expression of concentration on his face. Without fully thinking through your words, you blurted out, “You have this cute habit of pouting when you’re really focused. It’s kind of distracting, but in a way that makes me want to keep watching.” The sudden boldness of your words left you both blushing, but Jooyeon’s shy attempt to hide his wide smile made the moment feel worth the slight embarrassment.

When Jooyeon revealed that he was an idol, the bassist for the rock band Xdinary Heroes, you found yourself spending the entire week immersed in his music and learning everything you could about him. By the time Saturday rolled around again, you were eager to confess your newfound knowledge. As he settled into his usual seat beside you, you said with a grin, “I was thinking about you so much that I ended up reading every article, watching every video, and listening to every song from your band. I have so many questions about you guys!” The sight of Jooyeon’s typically casual demeanor giving way to shyness, while his grin widened, was heartwarming. He eagerly entertained each of your questions, his enthusiasm is infectious as ever.

Finally, on one late evening, as the employees of the internet cafe gently nudged you both towards the exit, you lingered outside, a smile playing on your lips. Turning to Jooyeon, you said softly, “I really like spending time with you. You make my brain feel all fizzy, like I’ve had too much caffeine, but in a really good way.”

To your surprise, he chuckled lightly and replied, “Okay, so, I don’t usually say stuff like this, but...whenever I’m with you, it’s like my brain gets all tangled up in butterflies and excitement. I really like spending time with you, too.”

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workestyling · 1 month ago

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Casinha da Solidão (01/12/2024)

para uso pessoal.

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#capa de fanfic #capa para fic #capa para social spirit #capa para spirit #capista #capista fanfic #fanfic cover #spirit fanfics #kpop #xdinary heroes #krock #kwak jiseok #kim jungsu #gaon #gaonsu #cottagecore #fairycore #fadas #conto de fadas

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maluyoongi · 1 year ago

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título: Amores de Argila data: 30 de setembro de 2023 programa: ibis paint x status: doada para @/catliznow (link pra doação) link: 🪴

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shibuinni3 · 8 months ago

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Chiclete de Canela

15/05/24; Pedido via @xdhsquad

Kim Jungsu e Lee Jooyeon, Xdinary Heroes.

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nightbeforethend · 2 months ago

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bf!xdinary heroes headcanons

a/n: this is so self-indulgent it’s ridiculous, like I’m pumping out so many things right now just to get l a serotonin boost of my own at this point 🥲

gunil: your personal walking wallet

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hasn’t let you pay for a single thing since he first asked you out

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Which wouldn’t be very concerning if your first date wasn’t three years ago

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ As long as he’s around you’re getting the bag you’ve been eyeing for weeks, and quite frankly anything and everything else you could possibly want

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Even when he’s not around, he has ways of still paying for everything

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Writes the days you get your nails done in his calendar so he knows when you’re gonna get them done again and can send you the money in time

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Whenever you asked him why he won’t let you pay for anything, his response was always “because it makes you smile after you’re done complaining”, so who were you to stop him from being the walking wallet he apparently wanted to be?

jungsu: gives you flowers every time you see him

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Literally doesn’t show up to a date, a sleepover, literally any type of meetup with you without some kind of flowers

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You told him ONCE when you first started dating that you love flowers and when he asked what your favorite flower to receive was, you admitted that you’d never been given flowers by a partner

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ever since then he started going out of his way to find some sort of flower to bring with him when he was blessed (his words, not yours) by your presence

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ He keeps track of your forever changing favorite flower and flower color (this week it was pale pink chrysanthemums) and when you start to complain that he’s spending way too much money on getting you flowers, he simply starts bringing you one singular flower until you stop complaining since you hate to see the one singular flower in the vase alone

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Sends you a bouquet once a week when he’s away on tour because he refuses to let you be flowerless as long as he lives

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Since you love to collect postcards, he sends you one from each city with little origami flowers he learned to make inside the envelope just to make you smile

jiseok/gaon: built-in photographer

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You never even had to ask him to take pictures of you, better yet good ones

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ After your first couple of dates he sent you a few candid pictures he’d taken of you, swearing he just wanted to provide you with good Instagram pictures when you accused him of already being down bad for you but his red cheeks and ears say otherwise

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Once you start doing your little outfits of the day for him, he decided to make it his mission to take so many pictures that he’d put paparazzi around the world to shame

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The man is literally dropping into the spider-man pose to get good shots and complaining about how he thinks he pulled something the next day like it wasn’t the consequences of his own actions

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Half the nights he sleeps alone are spent looking through the pictures he’s taken of you and smiling like the lovesick fool he is

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Will deny that he does all of this for his own benefit but remind him that he’s taking all of these pictures on his phone that he took without you having to ask and suddenly he’s ready to change the subject

seungmin/o.de: dresses you every chance he gets

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You were having one (1) singular bad week around half a year into your relationship; bad enough that you could barely get yourself out of bed better yet pick out clothes and get yourself out of the house

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You’d both seen each other in your underwear by then so when you cancelled on him for the second time because you “didn’t feel like going out”, he still showed up with takeout and, upon realizing that you were in more of a slump than he thought, he immediately made you sit on the edge of your bed half naked as he entered your closet and picked out multiple comfortable outfits for you to wear

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ He helped you put on everything after you decided which outfit you wanted to wear and after seeing how that one action lifted your spirit, he makes a habit of helping you get dressed whether you’re in a good mood or not

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Doesn’t see it as a huge deal; he just likes to spend that extra bit of time with you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ He’d never admit it but he really loves it when someone compliments your outfit and your face lights up as you tell them he picked it out for you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Do the same thing for him and he’d literally lose his mind but that’s neither here nor there

hyeongjun/junhan: cooks for you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ He cooked for you once a couple months into you dating when you couldn’t agree on what to get for takeout and all it took was you calling him a good cook one time for him to start cooking for you every chance he gets

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Gives you the typical “it’s no big deal babe” reply when you tell him the food is amazing but on the inside he’s doing Simone Biles style flips

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Pretends he doesn’t understand why you’re so addicted to pinterest when he literally has multiple secret boards dedicated to stuff he wants to cook for you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Literally has the boards divided by food you grew up eating, food he grew up eating, appetizers/entrées/desserts, like he does not play about this shit

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Does all of this just to see you do your lil happy dancey dance while you eat, he’s down ATROCIOUS for you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Will get offended if you share with the guys because he did NOT spend three hours in the kitchen for frat brothers #1-5 to waltz in and eat everything in sight

jooyeon: writes you love letters

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ He’s literally so lovesick it’s crazy

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Like he has so much love for you that it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy whenever he remembers that you’re both in love and you’re all his

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Would scream how much he loves you from the rooftop if he could (he’s literally an idol so sadly he’d have to settle for screaming it into his pillow)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Since he can’t, he figured the next best thing was sending you love letters whether he was on tour or literally right next to you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The letters range from “you’re the love of my life and my future wife, I can’t imagine my life without you” to “your eyes are the color of dirt and I think that’s neat, we should kiss”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ As goofy as he made the whole ordeal, it still means the world to you and you make sure to let him know that (he is literally a blushing mess while boldly stating that they’re not a big deal every single time)

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zeroseuniverse · 6 days ago

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When The Curtain Calls

Word Count: 3.3K Summary: Drawn in by the allure of a place for outcasts, she quickly learns that nothing is as it seems. Pairing: N/A

It was supposed to be a fun party, supposed to be. She sometimes hated that fate tended to mangle the days that were supposed to be the best and ruin everything.

She continued walking under the streetlights, occasionally shivering from the windy night, her nose and cheeks turning red as she waited to hear the wailing of sirens passing by. Anxiety thrumming beneath her skin with every passing moment.

In the distance she heard the sirens sound and huffed out a breath full of resentment for her stupid affinity for the cards she was dealt. She watched as the emergency vehicles passed by, knowing that nobody would make it out.“Happy death day.” She murmured, turning on her heel to leave only to see someone standing behind her holding a singular flier out in her direction.

She accepted the flier with a confused look, looking down at the slightly wrinkled paper and seeing an advertisement for a circus needing new acts.

The longer she looked at the image on the paper, the eerier it felt, as if it was looking back at her and waiting for her to join them. She opens her mouth to ask the man a question only to see him hopping into a small red car, almost like a clown car.

She looked back down at the decorated paper and then back up only to find that the car had disappeared into thin air.

She let out a breathy scoff and squinted her eyes in confusion, “Well this has to be the weirdest night ever.”

–

The next day she woke up with a minor headache, huffing as she sat up and looked around to find the empty soju bottles scattered around the area. With a grimace she stood and began to pick up the mess slowly, all of her movements adding to the aching throb in her head.

As soon as the mess was fully cleaned up she noticed the flier from the night before, though it seemed different then the one she read last night. It almost seemed to call out to outcasts, luring them towards the circus. She felt the pull and it was strong enough to have her swiftly make her way through her home to get ready to go to the circus.

It took a thirty minute commute to arrive at the address scribbled across the flier. Her feet were planted on the grass as she read the sign ‘Mad World’ that was plastered largely over the entrance arch. With one last deep breath she made her way through the entrance, approaching the gleaming set up.

Many tents set up along with multiple vendors were scattered about, stands with fresh food and deserts along with childish games, such as ring toss, lined the walkway as she went past. Each vendor sent her a wide grin and a wave, each of their eyes turning darker behind her back.

She approached the main tent apprehensively, her hands wringing together nervously, and walked in with a bated breath before she could turn around and flee once again.

Everyone is seen to be practicing around the tent under Gaon’s watchful eye. That is until he spins to face her with a wide grin, dark shadows casting under his eyes almost making him appear sinister. But, it’s quickly shifted as the light switches to face her momentarily blinding her. When her eyes readjust Gaon is gone, appearing next to her with a wide grin, resembling the Cheshire cat.

He makes a grand gesture of bringing his arms above his head and twirling, a booming laugh as he utters “Welcome to the mad, mad world, where we’re all a little mad.”

Everything seemingly froze as he spoke, eyes all around the tent landing on her with almost identical maniacal grins. But as the light shifts once more they are no longer looking at her, and continue practicing.

Feeling a thrumming of fingers along her shoulder, her head snaps in the direction only to be met with two gleaming eyes. The owner seemingly upside down as she noted the blush pink hair and the fangs peeking from his bright grin.

She just blinked at him as he tilted his head, “Wanna see something?” the smile turned into a smirk as he let go of the silks and stood on his two feet.

Taking his left hand from behind his back, he revealed the brown old wallet she has had since her mothers passing. A gasp leaving her mouth as she stood there still, not knowing how to react. The grin on his face returned as he studied her fearful expression with glee.

He held out his right hand to her, his tone teasing but expression serious, "You want it back?”

She nodded slowly, taking his hand without thinking twice and he pulled her to him, spinning her body to press against his. He chuckled before leaning close to her ear and whispering, “Then follow me.”

His eyes flickered down her body dangerously before flipping his body until the silks released him from their clutches and his feet landed on the floor. He moved so gracefully, feet barely making a noise as he slithered his way through the tent entrance, only glancing once over his shoulder to see her shy figure following him.

He led her to a more secluded tent, opening the door flap with a bow, as if she were royalty. She hesitantly stepped inside, looking at the odd man with wide eyes as he reached out to gently grab her hand with a soft caress before placing a kiss to the back of her hand, his eyes boring into her own, before one fluttered shut into a playful wink. As quickly as the contact began it dissipated, the pink haired man seemingly disappearing into the air in front of her.

“Wha-” She yelped before hearing a whistle behind her, she hurriedly turned her attention in that direction only to be met with the odd ringmaster from before. The wide grin still settled across his face, his hand was brought next to his head holding the familiar brown leather wallet.

“Now what do we have here…” The man hummed, tucking his hands behind his back as he approached her with inquisitive eyes. He could practically taste the feelings of rejection the woman was feeling, her aura bled like the scars people would leave her with every time she was dismissed and humiliated for being different.

“An outcast.” He inquired with the maniacal grin permanently etched across his features.

“Can I have my wallet back please?” Her voice chimed, the rasp caressing his eardrums, he took a deep breath thinking of all of the things he could say to get her to talk more.

“You’ve been rejected, by your best friend of all people, the one that should have had your back through everything, all because you’re a little different? She was too scared to handle the truth, and she paid the price for that, huh?”

“How did you - ?” Her breath hitched as she took a step back from him, he stepped closer, his grin falling into a slight frown as he looked her up and down, his head tilting a little.

“You see my dear, you are surrounded by people like you here, you’re not alone, and I know exactly what you need” His voice turning soft as he took her hand once more, bringing it to his lips once again as he placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles, her hand trembling as he did so, but her gaze seemed to turn less wary and more curious.

“You have a gift that no one wants, we can help you, it’s a mad, mad world we live in so let’s be mad together.”

“But- ” Her eyes darted to her shoes and back up, his hand coming under her chin, his thumb and index finger pulling it up to meet his eyes.

“Do not hide it, let me help you find your place.”

“Who are you?” She could not look away from his eyes, they seemed to sparkle at her question.

“My name is Gaon, let me show you my circus” He let go of her face and took her hand into his, dragging her out of the tent.

Not recognizing this side of the tent she finds herself at a loss of words. Gaon was so different from the pink haired stranger. While the latter had been graceful with his movements and presence screaming charm and mischief, the ringleader was more confident and upright, his steps more firm and loud as he stepped on the outside ground, Gaon seemed more playful even.

As he led her past a few tents she found herself wondering about the possibilities of this new world she had been presented with. What did he mean when he said that there are more people like her here? And how could they possibly help her?

Her thoughts were cut off as Gaon stopped. A large tent loomed over them, its top a deep crimson with a golden star in the center. It was beautiful, but she looked back at where they came from and wondered why it was placed so far away from the others. Gaon turned to her, swinging his arm behind him to fling the tent open, allowing her to enter before following after. He grabbed a cane that was seemingly placed off to the side, he moved to the center of the tent, twirling the cane around the light reflecting off of the metal causing a rush of air, before many people began coming into the tent, all with grand gestures and extravagant moves.

“What.” She gasped, taking in all of the performers, each so different from the last.

“We don’t get too many new people here, I hope you don’t mind a show.” Gaon sang, nudging her to take a seat in a chair that one of the performers dropped by before moving away in various stunts with a giddy wave in her direction. She watched as each performer moved about, some slinking across the tent, others commanding attention with various tricks, swords flinging, animals jumping about and throwing things. Her eyes widened as she took in all of the movement, each performance more enchanting than the last. Men, women, and even animals flailing across the tent in various ways.

As the final act ended and the members of the circus dispersed , Gaon stood before her proud, “So what’d ya think?” He asked, his eyes gleaming with an unreadable emotion, the darkness sent a shudder through her being. Instead of entertaining the unusual behavior of the circus members, she composed herself rather swiftly turning towards the ring leader with a fierce look,

“I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing but the cards aren’t dealt in your favor. I'll be going.”

“Ooooh,” Ode, the pink haired aerial silks performer, chimed, regaining his position swinging from the robes above. He tossed a few cards over her as if to create a dramatic exit before cackling at his own behavior, showing just how mad he seemed to be.

She rolled her eyes exasperatedly already a little fed up by their show of their presumed false insanity, they were trying way too hard in her opinion. Her boots kicked up some dirt as she made her way through the tent’s opening and began trying to direct her way out of this hell hole.

The circus tent was massive, she could tell from the inside but she underestimated the tangling paths that threaded throughout the circus lot. She sighed heavily looking at the paths trying to find the most worn path to lead her out assuming most people went running just like her upon witnessing the train wreck of a circus. Interestingly enough barely any of the paths looked worn like they were paved after even her herself walked across to get to the previous tent. Beginning her trek over the seemingly neverending winding paths she looks over the horizon seeing the sun close to setting, her brows furrowed in confusion, she hadn’t been here that long had she? Her hand blindly reached around in her bag to try and check the time, but because of her fumbling her phone took the short fall to the ground just a few feet away. Reaching for the device she gasps at the sight of small paw prints travelling just off path. She was aware of animals partaking in the circus acts but she has not witnessed one with an animal so small. Though she wouldn’t be surprised if they had made up some odd act using small animals, however only the single set of paw prints and no shoe prints was rather odd.

Not wanting to get even more distracted she stood back on her feet. This place was making her more and more uncomfortable the longer she stayed. She felt herself grow more nervous as she kept following the path, it was getting late and she did not have anybody to call for in case she encountered another one of these people.

However this path seemed to go on and there was no end in sight yet. Her palms have become sweaty and she was starting to doubt she will find an exit if she followed the path any longer.

She stood still for a moment listening to anything that would indicate a person nearby. She heard shuffling near a light post, turning to look, she saw someone light a cigarette. She could not tell who this person was and just moments ago she swore to not engage in another interaction with someone from this place. But at this point she felt hope slipping from her fingers and she was gripping onto the last bit tightly. So with a heavy heart she took slow steps toward the person.

“Excuse me” keeping her voice strong “can you please tell me where I can find the exit?”

The hooded figure looked up to her puffing out a cloud of smoke. “Exit?”

She nodded “Yes, I’m on my way home and just a little suggestion on my part you should put up signs around here.”

“I don’t know what you mean, the exit is right there.” A voice called out but she could swear the hooded figure was taking another drag out of their cigarette.

The trench coat of the figure opened in the middle but their hands weren’t moving.

"What- ?” she brings her hands up to her face, rubbing her eyes as she sees a face peeking out of the coat.

“The exit- ” he pointed to his left,

“Is that way.” Now both voices replied, both pointing in opposite directions.

The woman looked at the trench coat clad figure a little exasperatedly as the two unstacked, revealing what appeared to be two twins who had stacked themselves together, “Do you guys just do that?” She wondered before specifying "Without reason?”

“Do what?” They both responded in unison, as if their behavior was the most normal thing in the world.

“Whatever, I don’t have time for this, where is the exit?” She repeated her question eyeing the still dropping sun in the distance making her all the more anxious to leave before night fell.

“There is no exit to this circus once you enter.”

“What do you mean? Both of you just pointed somewhere when I asked the question!” Growing annoyed with them she was now changing her tone.

“We did?” The two idiots looked at each other looking as if it was the most absurd thing.

“You think this is funny?” She knew that these people were acting insane but this wasn’t it. This was her last chance to find her way home and she was not ready to interact with another one of these people. So either she got them to help her or she would go search for it alone with a high chance of getting lost and spending the night feeling disoriented.

“Seriously now, will you tell me how I can get back to the main road?”

“Come now, little one.” She heard a voice pipe up from behind her, she spun on her heel only to come face to face with yet another person in costume, the only difference was this man almost seemed normal, had it not been for the odd gleam proudly exuding from his eyes she would have probably believed he was as sane as she, “I’ll show you to the road.” He sent her a small grin, bowing to her and reaching his hand out to grab her own in greeting. Instead of engaging in his greeting she just stared blankly at the man before her, his long blonde hair fell perfectly around his face making him slightly appealing in her tired and delirious state.

Acknowledging that he wasn’t going to receive her hand, the man stood up and coughed awkwardly while straightening up his coat, “Follow me.” He uttered, before briskly walking away giving her a small opening to begin following. She looked between her two options, a strange man, or two twins who were utterly no help. Sighing yet again she took her chance and followed behind the beautiful man. “You shouldn’t spare those two too much time, they’re not the sanest of us.”

“None of you seem to be sane in the slightest.” She murmured, running her fingers through her hair that was seemingly greasy, she’d have to wash it tonight.

“I’m Jooyeon.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“Well now you know. You know you should cheer up, not everyone gets directly invited to join the circus.”

“Oh please, this is a joke. And I’m not appreciative of a bunch of circus freaks trying to profit off of me.”She huffed, beginning to try and storm past the man only for him to catch up pretty quickly, with his stupid long legs.

“No matter where you go, nothing is going to change, you’re still going to constantly feel that agonizing dread every time you leave the house, having to mask yourself to seem normal, feeling like eyes are piercing through your soul and can see that you’re not just like them. "You're like us!” He said, his eyes locking in on her frame as she froze mid step, he could visibly see her tense up before she turned to face him with a fierce look in her eyes.

“You don’t know me, none of you do. you don’t know what it's like dealing with this everyday of your life. Okay? just because you and your little band of circus acts think you’re different and outcast, doesn’t even compare to these stupid cards.” She gritted out, lifting her hand to show the cards that had seemingly appeared in her hand.

“We’re all freaking mad here, we might not know you but you don’t know us either. You don’t know what we’ve been through and what led us here.” He stopped in his tracks watching as she made it a few steps ahead before turning to look at him. He didn’t look offended over her words from before he seemed like he expected it, and that he knew way more than her, which she figured he just might, she watched the tall, long haired man bend at the waist, giving her a bow before straightening up, “Not everything you see is what it’s made to be,” He finished off before turning and walking away into the foggy night.

“Wait, what about the exit?” She called to the fading figure, only to huff as he fully vanished from her sight. She turned back to the path only to now see the huge exit sign, causing her brows to furrow , “what the hell is this place.” She muttered, finally beginning her trek back to her own home.

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puppyluvfics · 3 months ago

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Toy Box | Kim Jungsu

Kim Jungsu | Kinktober Day 1 WC: 3k Genre: Smut Summary: Jungsu finds good use for your pre-relationship collection of toys Warnings: overstimulation, graphic descriptions of f!anatomy, the lightest of impact play (a few spanks), pet names including the word "girl" used quite a lot Kinks: Sex Toys, Overstimulation A/N: HEYYYY!!!!!! Welcome to: A VERY PUPPYLUV KINKTOBER!!! This is my first time doing kinktober, eeee how exciting! Sorry I've been gone for so long! I started grad school and then I dropped out of grad school, it's been wild. I'll make an update post and a kinktober master list soon enough. For now... I'M BACK! Let's get kinky!

Before you met Jungsu, it wouldn’t be far fetched to say that you were a collector of certain… toys. If nobody was going to make you feel good, why shouldn’t you do it yourself? Then, of course, he came along.

You had never used toys with him before, but he knew you had quite the collection. It wasn’t that he was intimidated by them, it’s just that things were always so intense and good with just the two of you that they never needed integration. Still, you weren’t shy about using them whenever he wasn’t home. You were just as human as he was, and god, when you were needy, you were needy.

What you didn’t expect, though, was for him to come waltzing through the door one early weekday afternoon. Usually at this time, he was out, either working on something or running errands. Which left you with enough alone time to take care of any needs you had.

Today was no different. You were laying in your shared bed, a few pillows propping you up, with your knees bent and legs spread. Your clothes and underwear had long been tossed somewhere on the floor. You hadn’t expected to be seen, so why should it have mattered? Despite that, though, you were putting on quite a show, even if just for yourself. You had clipped a cute pair of nipple clamps onto yourself, the chain falling onto your stomach in small waves, and your hand was working a simple wand vibrator against your clit. Your head was thrown back on the pillows, eyes shut and mouth open. You were hardly shy about the filthy moans coming from your lips, many of them including Jungsu’s name. Before you had gotten with him, you used to get off to porn, whatever you were feeling at the time. But now? Well… why wouldn’t you fantasize about the previous sexual encounters you’d had?

Your mind raced with memories of when he had bent you over the arm of the couch, the way his hand came down on your ass, the red mark it left after… another time when he’d taken you in the shower, the way his hands glided across your slick body before settling between your legs, all while his lips toyed with a spot on your neck, occasionally drifting to bite your earlobe… frankly, you could come just from thinking about him… and you were right there…

You jumped softly, immediately reaching for something to cover yourself when you heard him clear his throat. When you opened your eyes, there he stood, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his lips.

“Having a good time?” He asked. God, he was so cheeky when he wanted to be. You panted softly, coming down from the edge of what was sure to have been an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Wh-what are you doing home so early?” You answered his question with a question. If he couldn’t tell you were having a good time given the sounds you had been making…

“There wasn’t much to do today… you haven’t answered my question.” He said, pushing off the door frame, walking into the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out and teasingly running his index finger up and down your shin.

“I… um, y-yeah.” You admitted. Why lie? You were about to come… of course you were having a good time. He picked up another vibrator you had pulled out earlier but hadn’t used yet, turning it over in his hands as he looked at it.

“This is cute.” He commented, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. As if you weren’t laying there, naked, your nipples clamped, dripping wet and throbbing. You thanked him softly, watching him stand up and walk over to your bedside table. He was aware that the bottom drawer housed your toys, but he never really sat down and looked through them all. You reached to pull the nipple clamps off of yourself, but as he kneeled on the floor, he spoke, having seen you in his peripheral vision.

“Leave them on.” His tone was hardly threatening, but Lord, it was commanding, and who were you to disobey an order from him? You moved your hands away, letting them rest by your sides.

He pulled the drawer open, rummaging through your toys. He didn’t take long, standing up a few moments later, with his hands full. You glanced over to see what he held, and for the briefest of seconds, you wished you hadn’t. Your cheeks flushed bright pink when you saw the shiny plug in his hands, as well as your glass dildo. The former had a pink heart shaped jewel at the bottom, which went well with the pink glass toy, with a heart at the end of it. You were nothing if not someone who enjoyed cute things, even when they went inside of you.

With his free hand, he tugged softly on the chain of your nipple clamps, eliciting a small whine from you as well as an arch of your back. He smirked once more at your sound and movement.

“Eager, aren’t you, pretty girl?” He asked, knowing that pet names like that drove you wild. You squeezed your thighs together as you nodded up at him.

“Hm? What was that? Use your words, doll.” He said, tugging on the chain again. “You weren’t shy about moaning my name earlier, now you’re too shy to say that you’re eager for me?”

“I-” You started, quickly cut off by another tug on the chain. He let the chain drop from his fingers before he tapped the outside of your thigh with his palm.

“Hands and knees for me, pretty girl.” He said. Obviously, you obliged. His hands found their way to your lower back, rubbing small circles down over your ass and down the back of your thighs before going back up again. “Such a good girl for me.” He commented, landing a small but sharp smack on your ass. He bent down just enough to be eye level with your ass, softly pulling your cheeks apart, running his tongue on you, slowly, starting from your clit until you felt the tip of his tongue circle your ass. The two of you had dabbled in anal play before, he wasn’t against teasing you with his tongue there, but it wasn’t a common thing; that’s why you arched your back deeper than you ever had before when you felt his hot, wet tongue against your rim. He knew that saliva wouldn’t serve well enough for what he was about to do, so after a few more licks and playful smacks across your ass, he pulled away. You could hear him lubing up the butt plug, and you let out a few slow, deep breaths, trying to relax. You weren’t scared, you had gotten quite a lot of uses out of that plug, but the initial thoughts always made you tense up.

“Are you ready, pretty girl?” He asked, rubbing a soothing hand on your lower back, the other hand holding the cold, lubricated plug against your hole. You took another few deep breaths then nodded, relaxing under his touch. You knew you could tell him to stop or slow down, and he knew you knew. You loved that about your dynamic. At your signal, he began to push it in, his other hand never ceasing its soothing movements. You let out soft moans, mostly of pleasure as he worked the plug into you, until finally, he signaled that it was in with a light pat on your ass, as if you couldn’t feel the fullness.

“Such a good girl for me, you took it so well.” He said, tracing the heart shaped jewel with his fingertip. “Now, show me how well that pussy can take being full at the same time, hm?” He continued, lightly tapping the cold glass toy on your pussy, taking careful consideration to tap your clit, driving you wild. You nodded through your moans and gasps, arching your back more and more until your chest was nearly pressed into the mattress under you. Your pussy was still dripping wet from your earlier playtime, and between the teasing taps and the insertion of the butt plug, you just got more and more wet. He easily slid the whole dildo inside you, going at a medium slow speed - faster than he had plugged your ass, but slower than he’d ever fucked into you himself. His free hand grabbed the wand you had been playing with earlier, tapping it against your arm, as if to tell you, ‘you know what to do.’ And god, you did. You turned the vibrator back on, adjusting the speed to where you liked it before pressing it to your clit, whines and whimpers falling from your lips from that alone. Then, he started to pump the dildo in and out of you, eyeing you the entire time.

“That’s my girl, look how pretty you are like this. Both of those holes full, writhing with pleasure. You love being good for me, don’t you?” He asked punctuating each word with a thrust of the toy inside you. You moaned your responses out, though, if you were being honest, you were so lost in pleasure that you weren’t sure if the yeses falling from your lips were answers to his questions or simply cries of ecstasy.

It didn’t take long for you to get close, he knew how to get you there in the best ways. “J-Jungsu… fuck, Jungsu, I’m gonna come.” You whined out, letting the vibrator fall from your shaking hand onto the bed under you. He wasted no time in picking it up, putting it back on your clit, even going so far as to turn the speed up one. You cried out once more, on the very, very edge.

“Please…. Please can I come?” You begged him. It was never established that you had to ask permission to come, not now, or ever, but the request came naturally. You were under his mercy in this very moment, it felt right to give him control of your orgasms as well.

“Go on, pretty girl. Come for me. Be a good girl and show me how nicely you come for me.” He coaxed, rubbing the vibrator in small circles on your clit. The pleasure was overwhelming. You gripped the bedsheets under you as you shook and came, loud whiny moans muffled under you in those same sheets. Normally, he’d slow down and pull away, letting you come down from your high. But not this time. He continued to pump the toy in and out of your dripping pussy, rubbing the vibrator on your sensitive clit.

“Fuck, Jungsu, I’m so sensitive, I don’t know if I can-” You whined. You could keep going, you just didn’t know it. Overstimulation was uncharted territory for you two, but again, you knew if it was actually too much, one utterance of the word “no” or “stop” would bring a complete end to the whole thing, no questions asked.

“Shh, you can take it, baby. Just a little more.” He said, speeding up his movements again. Normally, he would leave you fucked out from just one round of sex, but this? This was different. It was nearing that same blissful sensation, but different. Your moans were quickly replaced with loud, constant whining, and before long, your entire body shook. It took you by surprise, your next orgasm, but fuck… if that’s what coming from overstimulation felt like, you’d definitely incorporate it more often. It ripped through you like hot venom, the smallest dribbles of squirt or sweat or wetness dripping down your inner thighs, whines and screams and begs filling the air.

This time, he did slow down, very gradually. He shushed you and calmed you, turning the vibrator off and tossing it to the side, bringing his hand back up to your back, rubbing up and down. Eventually, he pulled the dildo out of you, licking it clean before setting it on the bed next to you. If you hadn’t been fully drained, that action alone would have sent you coming all over again.

“Atta girl… that’s my good girl. You took it so well, baby. So, so well. You’re so pretty when you come for me, you know that?” He asked. His earlier, commanding tone was gone, now replaced with soothing soft coos.

“Th-thank you…” You said softly, still shaking as you came down from your high.

He chuckled softly as he began to ease the plug out of you as well. “No, thank you for letting me do this with you.”

The plug slid out much easier than it had gone in, the laxness of your body surely helping. He leaned down, pressing a small kiss to your ass cheek before speaking again. “I’m gonna go get some towels and a change of clothes, okay? Lay down, doll, you’re okay. I’ve got you. I love you.” He cooed, pushing you down gently so you were laying on your stomach on the bed. You nodded, still on cloud nine, shutting your eyes. He chuckled softly again. “Hey, don’t fall asleep on me yet, pretty girl. It’ll be much more comfy in my arms. Just a little longer, mmkay?” He coaxed, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your head before petting you, turning on his heels to clean up as quickly as possible. The only thing he needed right now was the feeling of you in his arms, fucked out and relaxed, all thanks to him, of course. And who knows, maybe you’d leave the door open more often.

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yeonjunsvape · 1 month ago

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souls don’t meet by accident

jooyeon smut

w/c: 1.7k

warnings: very smutty, 18+ only, dry humping, fingering, suggestive language, drinking.

a/n: sorry it’s a little long at the beginning, i wanted to try building character development-ish. please enjoy and follow for more. i’ll be doing txt, svt, and more xdh soon!! if you’d like to see anything in specific, feel free to message!! also big thanks to @joocomics for helping me and being a complete angel 🫶

the body. the muscles. the long slick back blonde hair. the tattoos that cover his body.

every inch of your new neighbor makes your body warm inside, even if you were too shy to say anything to him.

the first time you laid eyes on him he was outside, shirtless, and sorting the recyclables in his trash. his tattoos took up both of his arms and some on his chest, though you couldn't make out what they were you were interested.

"[Y/N], will you stop stalking the neighbor, he's going to think we're freaks." your roommate says and shakes her head, then sitting next to you on the couch at your bay window when she noticed you weren't listening.

"but look at him... i think the only thing in his closet is sweatpants and i'm totally fine with that." you sigh out lovingly, resting a cheek on your arm.

"your last relationship was what?.... 6 months ago, you should be out there meeting new people." your roommate nags on, but you tune her out again, watching the man from across the street walk inside his house.

"okay, if i go out with you tonight will you stop sounding like my mother?" you ask and grab her hands while facing each other on the couch. "yes, and i'll buy all your drinks if you let me give you a makeover." your eyebrows raised then you look down at your long t-shirt and sweats. "okay deal."

after hours of getting ready, it was already dark and the two of you head out to the local bar she usually attends.

you look down at your outfit, blushing a bit, embarrassed because she put you in a tight strapless crop top paired with a plaid skirt and biker boots. “you don’t think this outfit is trying too hard?” you ask her and she analyzes you once more before you enter the bar. “no, you look perfect, now, when we go in i’ll introduce you to some nice guys.”

the regret soon filled your body once you walk through the doors, eyes from all around are looking straight at you. considering no one was dressed up this much, you became an eye sore and your roommate noticed your insecurities. “2 tequilas please.” she basically screamed, trying to speak louder than the music.

“alright everyone, next up is a local underground singer by the name of lee jooyeon.” a man over the mic on stage welcomed.

you turn your attention to the stage when you hear soft strums of a guitar playing and a beautiful voice singing ‘creep’ by radiohead. it was one of your favorite songs so you were mesmerized how he sang every key perfectly.

“lee jooyeon..” you whisper to yourself then your eyes squint to see better. “oh my god, that’s the neighbor.” you nudge your friend and she turns to face the stage, “let’s get closer to make sure.” the two of you find a table that was close enough to see him, but not close enough for him to see you and both confirm it was definitely jooyeon when you see the familiar tattoos littering his arms.

“can he be any more dreamy?” you ask, looking doe eyed at him on stage, not realizing a man sat next to you at the table, “hey pretty.” he smirks with confidence and you just ignore him, eyes stuck on jooyeon. he clears his throat and says it louder, “hey pretty!!” at that moment jooyeon finished the song and the whole bar heard the man next to you yelling.

your face got red when you hear laughs, then look up at the stage where jooyeon has his eyebrow raised with a smirk. the man was also embarrassed, walking away from your roommate and you.

“i’m leaving,” you mumble to your roommate but she grabs your wrist, “your crush is here and you’re leaving? you didn’t even know his name until tonight, i call that progress.” she was right so you sit back down, looking around to keep an eye out for jooyeon.

the tequila finally caught up with you after 4 more shots and you go to the dance floor when an up beat song starts playing, dancing by yourself with no care in the world. the promise your roommate made about not leaving your side was out the window, she was currently making out with a random man in a booth and you knew she was taking him home.

all thoughts about jooyeon or socializing weren’t a care to you right now, your main priority was dancing with a tequila in your hand and feeling the music. “hey pretty…” your face scrunched when you hear the familiar words and turn around to tell the man to leave you alone but you didn’t realize how close he was to you.

the feeling of breath on your neck made your body jolt and when your eyes met, it wasn’t the random guy trying to hit on you. it was jooyeon.

“may i dance with you?” he asks politely but before you could answer he held you by the hips, swaying to the music. “you’re-i’m- jooyeon.” was all you mustered out and he chuckles, pulling you closer. “i know who i am, who are you?” he smirks, taking a sip of the drink he had. “oh, my name is [Y/N].”

his head nods and his lips go close to your ear, “nice to meet you, you look really sexy in that outfit.” your face turns plum red, which he noticed of course and you put your free hand on his moist neck. “you look really sexy with your shirt off.” you whisper back, the tequila giving you all the confidence. “how would you know?” jooyeon asks and you didn’t answer, grinding slowly on his imprint.

his head hangs back so his entire neck was exposed and it gives you room to kiss his adams apple. “we just met and i already like your style.” he mumbles in your ear, then leans down to give your lips a hard kiss.

it was euphoric to finally feel what jooyeon’s lips taste like and the moans escaping his mouth when you press your knee down on his growing dick through his pants. pulling away was hard, but you wanted to look in his eyes as you were dry humping him in front of everyone.

the lip bite he did from trying not to moan was sexier than him actually making noises so you continue, looking down to see his cock outline. “you’re huge.” you mumble in his ear and he kisses your neck roughly. “should we take this somewhere else?” you nod and grab his hand, leading him towards an empty bathroom.

when the music was just background noise now you lock the door and turn to see his long frame in the light, walking towards you. “i can tell you’re excited too.” he says bluntly, the both of you looking down at the wet spot you left on his thigh.

a smile grows on your face and you start laughing, “feeling your big cock against my pussy made me wet, it’s natural.” within seconds he had you up against the wall by the neck and you hum slightly. “are you going to fuck me now?” you ask in a rhetorical manner, hearing him grunt lowly.

“get on the sink counter.” he orders without question, watching you climb up. “let me see what panties you’re wearing.” he mumbles, pulling off your skirt to see nothing underneath. “oh you came to the bar expecting to be fucked huh?” jooyeon asks, pulling your legs towards him so he could bend down and give your pussy a kiss.

“i was going to find the sexiest guy in the bar and let him fuck me until i lose vision.” you moan out when he starts sucking on your clit, a hand finding his hair so you had something to grip.

the way he works his tongue was like magic, he seems to know exactly where all your sweet spots are, and the more you moan, the rougher he is with his movements. “please fuck me jooyeon.” you’re becoming impatient and want to cum on his dick instead of in his mouth. “i thought you wanted the sexiest guy in the bar to fuck you baby,” he smirks and stands up, sliding two fingers immediately in your wetness.

“fuck the bar, you’re the sexiest guy i’ve ever seen.” you whimper when he starts pumping fast. “say it again.” he demands, his fingers never losing momentum. “you’re the sexiest guy jooyeon!” the words only made his fingers go faster, then adding a third. “again.” you scream out when he adds the third finger and he pushes them hard. “i said again.” “you’re the sexiest guy in the world.” you whimper out, a strange feeling in your gut approached and the smirk on his face scared you for what was about to happen.

three more pumps of his fingers you let out a blood curdling scream and he pulls all digits out, then fiercely rubs your clit. “good girl, you’re such a good girl.” he whispers in your ear out of breath and your hips jolt up, squirting on his hand.

you two sit there for a minute, him still slowly rubbing your clit. “i can’t believe that came out of me, i’ve never done that before.” you were pleased and surprised at how much was on the floor when you look down with your legs still spread.

“you can ask me to do that anytime you want, all i have to do is walk across the street. it’s better than just staring at me through your window.” jooyeon says with a confident laugh, helping you off the counter. “you knew? why didn’t you tell me?” you scoff, fixing your skirt so it wasnt at your waist anymore. “the same reason you didn’t tell me, it would’ve been better if we just pretended not to know each other. why else would i only come outside shirtless? i wanted to impress you.”

jooyeon gives you a kiss and you pout, looking at his still hard cock through his pants. “i didn’t get to please you though..” he wraps an around your shoulders and walks out of the bathroom, “you’ll have to come over tonight and make it up to me then.”

you can tell you’ll be having fun with jooyeon the entire night.

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