#n.flying fanfiction

[hyubcore]

[11:07am]

you bite your tongue as you try not to cry while jaehyun holds you close. you squeeze him tight, savoring the feeling of his arms around you.

"i'll miss you, dummy," you say quietly as he lets you out of his embrace. you quickly wipe the tears from your eyes, for you know if he were to see them, he'd make fun of you for crying and never let you live it down. you smile as you look up at him, and he tilts his head, looking at you admirably. you loved jaehyun, he was your best friend, and you were going off to college for the year, which was always a hard departure to make. he was your rock; you grew up together, you had become closer than ever.

"i have to tell you something before you go," jaehyun said softly, grabbing your hands. you guys held hands before, but never like the way he held yours in that moment. you wanted to cry again. "i really like you. more than a friend. and i'm sorry if that ruins things, but you deserve to know. it's not something i wanna keep to myself anymore."

your mouth opened slightly as if you were about to speak, but no words came out. you bit your lip, and jaehyun dropped your hands. "you don't have to say anything. just know that i love you, a lot."

you hugged him tight again. he slowly but surely hugged you back, and you kissed the area of his neck that you could reach. you felt his cheek swell against your head as he smiled to himself.

[kbandtrash]

Dance or Band? (Seunghyub x Reader)

~Rachel~

Masterlist

Idk how many of you are familiar with the original dance or band (mnet survival show--sf9 vs honeyst) but this is the au where they did it again with girls and the reader is the leader of the band group. @yukheisuh you said you wanted it so here it is

Content: survival show drama, fluff, an implied kiss

Word count: 3k

“You’re not coming back with me?” your youngest member Seohye asked.

“Hakgu and I will take her home,” Seunghyub jumped in. “I was going to teach her some things about the music software I use.”

You waved Seohye toward the studio door. “You can tell the other girls I put you in charge tonight,” you told her with a wink.

She brightened up and bowed her way gracefully out the door. “I will use this power, for evil,” she promised brightly. “Thanks for letting us help, sunbae!”

“Get home safely,” he wished her, waving goodbye. He chuckled good-naturedly. “She must be hard to keep in line.”

You smiled and shrugged. “Not as long as we work together. She doesn’t need to be kept in line.”

“Wow, you sound like you’ve been leading your group for as long as I have,” he sighed, turning his chair so he could meet your eyes. “You’ve been working so hard for so long, you really deserve to win this.”

Downcasting your eyes, you clasped your hands together in your lap. “I’m at a loss,” you admitted. “They’ve been promising us our debut for a year and a half now, and then they decide to pit us against their shiny new girl group.”

“And this isn’t the first time they’ve done this to a trainee band, either.”

“No, it’s not. Like, which is going to win in the eyes of the public? Dance or band? It’s obvious. If the dance group wins next week, I don’t know if I’ll be able to pretend to be happy for them.”

Seunghyub patted your head comfortingly. “You know you have my vote, and after you opened for us last time, I think you have N.Fia, too.”

You were able to bring your smile to your face again. “Thanks, sunbae. And thanks for letting Seohye and me help out with our finale song.”

Seunghyub laughed. “You know, I asked Boyoung and Hyerin if they wanted to help with the dance group song, but you know what they told me?”

You cracked a malicious grin. “What?”

He matched your smile and told you in a high pitched tone, “‘That’s okay, we trust you, sunbae!’”

You gasped. “They turned you down? Why wouldn’t they want a part in shaping their future?”

“I can’t figure it out, either! I already knew that you would want as much influence as you could have, so I thought it would be fair to offer them the same chance.”

“Naturally,” you agreed with a nod. You felt your anger rising again and it was getting harder to stuff it down. “‘We trust you, sunbae,’ of course they trust you! I would trust you, too, if I had to.” You pulled your hair down from its ponytail and ran your hand through it. “Are they really so sure they’re going to win? They don’t think it matters whether or not they have a hand here?”

Seunghyub listened quietly.

“To me, that seems like arrogance. Like no matter if they try or not, it doesn’t matter. I know it’s my job—our job, as the band—to be more involved in the music, but telling you that they don’t want to help at all…that feels lazy.” You looked up and saw him watching you, his face full of concern, and you realized what you were doing and who you were complaining to. “Sorry, I don’t need to tell you all of this.”

He shook his head. “Don’t apologize. To be honest, I thought the same thing, but I can’t say that to anyone without sounding biased.” He fiddled with his hands, trying to decide what to say next. “They…don’t edit you very kindly, do they?”

Your anger was cooling down, but too quickly. You were afraid it was going to give way to tears. “You’ve been watching?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t read the comments, do you?”

“Do you?”

You looked down again, letting your hair hide your face in case tears decided to spill over. “I stopped after episode one.” You sniffed. “I was just trying to show myself as a strong leader, and PD-nim said it was good, but now I wonder if he said that because it made the dance group look more desirable.”

“You’re a strong leader whether you show it or not. There’s nothing wrong with standing up for your members.”

“I just don’t want them to lose because I’m standing up for them.”

“If you stop standing up for them, then they’ll really lose.” He set his hand atop yours and, startled, you looked up to meet the determination in his eyes. “You started this strong, and you have to keep going strong or you’ll lose your fire.”

“Fire?”

“You’ve been burning the stage with your passion every time you perform. The dance group girls haven’t been able to match that even once.” He took your other hand, too, and he held them tightly as he made his point. “If you lose that, you lose what’s been setting you apart this whole time. Your passion is what fuels your members, and what fuels your performance together. You can’t stop now, or the world will never see what you have to offer.”

You looked down at his hands and back up to his face.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” he asked. “The way you are, you don’t have to change that. You’re talented and beautiful and you’re strong. You don’t have to hide—I want you to be able to show everyone.”

“Sunbae,” you began, tightening your fingers around his apprehensively. Oh, how you prayed you were right about the venture you were about to make. “Do you like me?”

His hands tightened briefly in a lightning-fast squeeze as his face dropped in shock. “Do I—um, do I have to like you? In order to want you to…to do well?”

You shook your head frantically, feeling your stomach tie itself in knots. “No, of course not, I just—I don’t want any misunderstandings, I thought I would ask at the very least.”

He retracted his hands bashfully and turned his chair back to his desk, suddenly avoiding your gaze as his ears turned pink. “This timing is terrible, seriously. I wasn’t going to tell you because you’re under so much pressure right now.”

“You do like me?”

“Yes, but…” he folded his hands in his lap, “I don’t expect anything back. I just want you to do your best and be happy. If I can help you succeed, that’s enough for me.”

“Sunbae—”

“You don’t have to give me a response if you don’t have one, it’s okay.”

“No, I want to tell you something.”

He glanced back over at you and tried to read your face. “You do?”

You nodded. “I’m really not in a place to date right now.”

“You really don’t have to tell me anything, I mean it. I’m really not hurt if you don’t return my feelings.”

“But I do.” 

He was cute when he was surprised, and you knew you were starting to show how flustered you were. “You do?”

You nodded again. “For a long time, I think, but I know I can’t be dating right now, so I just liked you quietly. Kind of like you said, I was just happy to work with you.”

He kicked around in his chair, spinning between facing you and his desk. As he glanced up at you shyly, you wondered if you had been ignoring the now obvious signs on purpose. 

“What do you want to do, then?” he asked.

“For now…” you slid your chair closer to his, but you turned it toward his desk so you could see his computer. “Can you teach me about your music software?” I don’t know yet.

An understanding smile spread across his face and he slid over to make room. “Let’s do that. Where do you want to start?” I’ll wait until you do know.

—

“You two have incredible chemistry, really,” Yonghwa noticed appreciatively. 

“Ah, thank you!” you said, beaming. You could barely see anything through the stage lights, but you bowed in what you hoped was the right direction.

“You worked on the arrangement together, right?”

“Yes, but we made it originally with just Hyerin and Keeho in mind,” you explained.

“I thought it would be better if Seunghyub-sunbae and (Y/N) joined us,” Hyerin added. “I may not know much about the technicalities behind the music, but I’ve learned as a trainee how to make a good performance. For a vocal stage like this, I felt it would be more impactful with the feelings of the arrangers themselves.”

“It’s a shame that you two leaders aren’t on the same team,” Hong Ki said. “Your two voices blend so nicely, I want to hear more.”

You and Hyerin exchanged smiles, but you couldn’t tell if her smile was fake—you couldn’t tell if your smile was fake. After the last months of being pitted against each other, it was hard to remember when you had thought of her affectionately.

“We do have one more combined performance,” you promised, “and after that…” You snuck another glance at Hyerin, who seemed a little too relaxed. “I’m sure I’ll produce something we could—”

“It would be fun to feature her with us someday,” she jumped in.

Your mind went totally blank. On autopilot, you heard yourself say, “That would be fun,” but those words were for the sake of politeness. 

The assumption she had just made was glaring, and it made you scared. With the confidence she had just spoken with, it seemed like she thought her team had already won. Was there something you hadn’t been told? Was this game already set before it began, just as you had feared?

“I think any of us would be overjoyed to feature her,” Jongseob piped up. “Or, either of you really,” he covered, catching his slip in neutrality.

Jiung bumped his arm. “Here he goes again.”

“Please collab with us, Noona,” Jongseob said with a grin. “Write a song with us—it’ll be fun, I promise!”

“Only if Boyoung and I get to make the choreography,” Intak said. Jiung laughed again.

“Our hoobaes really love each other,” Hong Ki chuckled. “Were we like that with our hoobaes?”

“Our CNBlue hoobaes were also our hyungs,” Jaejin pointed out.

“You’ve shown us plenty of love over the years,” Seunghyub said, finally back in his seat. “Lots of gifts, lots of kindness. We hope to continue paying it forward.”

Hyerin giggled and tucked her hair behind her ear. “We’ll receive it well.”

As you bowed and thanked both your sunbaes and the audience, your brain was on fire trying to stay quiet and impartial. You’ve already turned their kindness down, you longed to say. But you kept a smile on your face, for the sake of your future, and hers too.

The last stage was something you had worked hard on. Equally displaying the talents and virtues of both a band and a dance group was a challenge that Hyerin hadn’t put a lot of thought into beforehand, so once again, you had been stuck advocating for the visibility of your girls.

If only people saw you as hard-working instead of as pushy.

(a/n: this is cringe to put this in here but I understand this flashback needs context if you haven't watched dance or band. One of the first challenges in the original was going and performing at a school--by random chance the band went to an all-boys school and the dance group went to an all-girls school. The students at each school then voted for whether or not they thought the group they watched perform was ready to debut. The winner was decided solely on the number of yes votes without any comparison to the no votes--as a math major, this still doesn't right with me but anyway. I also should explain another reference to the original dob I made earlier. Sf9 and Honeyst both opened for cnblue at one of their concerts in Japan for a no-stakes mission with no official winner or loser. Then cnblue gave both groups feedback from their sunbae perspective. I figured n.flying would get to be the sunbae this time around. My apologies for this unsightly interruption)

“Those numbers don’t mean anything,” you stated bluntly.

PD-nim blinked at you and put on a fake smile. “What do you mean by that?”

“Just because they have ten more votes doesn’t mean they won.”

He laughed, barely hiding his frustration.

“I know it’s been a hard time for your group—” Hyerin cut in.

“Sometimes you need to learn to accept your losses,” PD-nim snapped.

“No,” you shot back. “Unless you can confirm the same number of people were in both schools for our performances, that raw number is useless.”

“I don’t get it,” Minji from the dance team mumbled.

“The only valid statistic for these votes is a percentage—how many people in each school voted yes compared to how many voted no.”

“The schools were close enough in size that it shouldn’t matter,” PD-nim said.

“It does,” you argued further. “Look, I’m really okay if we lost, but I want to see the data with my own eyes.”

Seunghyub’s encouragement had meant everything to you. Before you had talked with him, you were nearly ready to give up. Although PD-nim kept telling you that standing up for your team was good, his actions told you otherwise, and so did the public’s opinion of you.

His words of encouragement reminded you what you were fighting for and reassured you that what you did was worth it. Coming from someone you trusted and respected so much, what else could you do but believe them? 

Most importantly, he had restored your faith in yourself. You were strong enough to lead, and you had worked hard for what you had accomplished. You were the one who made things happen for you and your group, not good luck.

“Dang, eonni,” Seohye snuck in. “You and Seunghyub sunbae…”

“Hmm? Why?” you responded nervously. What was she referring to here? The stage, right? Or had she noticed something about how you two were acting around each other?

“You just went off, that’s all,” she answered with a shrug. “That was like Kingdom stage level good.”

You tried to brush her off to hide how touched you were. “Ah, stop, it was just a little bit of fun.”

“Just a little bit of fun? And how about how you and Seunghyub sunbae were singing with each other, was that just really good acting?”

Oh.

You could only blink in response.

“Don’t worry, I think only our group members would have understood anything,” she went on. “Only people who really know you would have known that you were sincere.”

“We’re not—”

“Oh, no, don’t say anything here. Let’s just kill our last stage, and then when we go home with our debut date set, you can tell us everything,” she said with a grin.

You found the rest of your girls, all three of whom gave you knowing and excited smiles. You brought them into a huddle.

“Girls,” you began. You couldn’t go on. Tears sprang from nowhere, and your throat was stopped with a sob.

“No no no, eonni! You can’t cry!” your drummer fussed. “You’ll ruin your makeup.”

“I wanted to give a speech about how far we’ve come,” you sniffled, holding back your tears. “Instead—I love you. I love you all so much.”

“Eonni!” they all whined.

You hugged the other four as tightly as you could manage. “Let’s have fun!”

—

“Stop comparing numbers,” Seunghyub scolded you. 

“It’s inevitable, and I get it,” you sighed. “It doesn’t matter who won the competition, they’ll pull higher numbers anyway just because they dance.”

“It’s a win for you either way,” he chuckled. “You wrote the song, and you’re getting paid nicely for its ratings.”

You humphed. “A little recognition would be nice.”

He turned his chair to face you directly and he put his hands on your shoulders. You met his eyes skeptically. “You did fantastically,” he assured you seriously. “They wouldn’t be getting any attention for their debut if you didn’t write them such an amazing song.”

Your face grew hotter as you continued to look at him. “I wasn’t talking about you,” you said, trying to keep your annoyed composure. In reality, though, he always knew how to cheer you up. His words were always exactly what you needed to hear.

He snickered and leaned back in his chair. “Should I text Hyerin, then? ‘Hey, should I congratulate you or (Y/N) on your debut?”

As you smacked his arm playfully, you gasped before you laughed in shock. “That’s terrible!”

“It would be funny, though.”

“No, she wouldn’t think so,” you groaned. “We don’t need to breed any more animosity here than there already is.”

“Ah, ever the wise and mature leader,” he acknowledged with a sigh. “Maybe you should be the leader of the leader project they’re putting together.”

“Absolutely not,” you spat. “I have enough with Seohye on my hands, I don’t need to be in charge of seven sunbaes and Hyerin.”

“Oh, now that you say that, I don’t want to do it either.” He shuddered. “I hope Yonghwa-hyung does it.”

You nodded. “He’s the obvious choice.”

A knock came at the door and Seunghyub hurriedly opened his music program.

A staff member poked his head in the door. “Seunghyub-ssi? Oh, and (Y/N) is here too.”

“We’re a little busy right now,” Seunghyub said. “Do you need something?”

“Just checking to see if you need a lightbulb replaced,” the staff claimed with a shrug. “But you’re okay in here?”

“Yes, the lightbulb was replaced last week,” Seunghyub reminded him with a politely annoyed smile.

“Ah, right…” The staff looked between the two of you. 

You nodded at him. “I was there.”

“Okay, then,” he said, taking the hint. “Work hard!”

“Yep, thanks,” Seunghyub called after him as he shut the door. “They’re definitely onto us,” he told you.

You shrugged. “We have an impenetrable cover, though.”

“True,” he said with a laugh. He reached over his armrest and picked up your hand. “If they ever catch us, we can just say we were trying to feel the emotions of the song.”

You scooted over your chair and leaned your head on his arm. “We had better keep writing love songs, then.”

He turned his head to look at you, and you looked back up at him. “That’s what I plan to do,” he said with a smirk and a purposeful glance down at your lips.

“We just had a staff member try to walk in on us and you want to kiss me now?” you snickered.

“I always want to kiss you.”

“Then be my guest.”

[serendipminie]

Sooooooooo remember that moodboard I made for @224-12 for my ask game?

I’m now writing a vampire au for Seunghyub.

[nfthirstybites]

"MARKED"

I was sitting quietly at Seunghyub's couch at his studio when my crazy friend sent me a selfie. 

I instantly noticed the purple-pinkish  bruise on her neck.

"Hey, what's on your neck? Who bite you?" I replied to her 

My friend just sent me a laughing emoji. 

"What's so funny?" I replied back. 

She sent another laughing emoji and replied after. 

"I bet you didn't know what a hickey is? Poor you," she said. 

"A what?!" 

Then she replied to me with a lengthy message explaining what it is and started bragging  how "insanely good" her boyfriend is, especially during sexy times. 

And now I feel so annoyed cuz the way she bragged about her boyfriend feels like he was some kind of sex god when my boyfriend, Lee Seunghyub, was a top tier. 

He was so GOOD on EVERYTHING and  when it comes to bed he was HOELY but GODLY. 

Now I can't help looking at my busy boyfriend. His  eyes glued to his computer  while wearing his huge headphones and was obviously focused on working. 

While staring at him, I started wondering if he ever gave one mark to me too. 

But the thing is, I can't remember anything. 

Now something inside me fires up and makes me feel more annoyed than ever. 

I pulled out a single chair from the side of his room  and sat beside him. 

"Oppa…" I muttered softly, calling him out. 

Seunghyub did not react at first. 

 "Babe…" I muttered one more, snuggling close to him, clinging my arm around his. 

"Hmmm?" 

He still didn't look at me but I heard the music volume fade from his headphones. 

"Do you love me?" 

And that question finally made him look at me.

He took off his headphones and turned to me. 

"Now I wonder  where this conversation is going?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, folding his arms on his chest. 

"Are you that bored and you're trying to pick a fight?" 

"NO! I was just purely asking," I said, grinning  

"Then, what do you want? Are you hungry?" 

I saw him slide his phone that was laying on his desk towards me. "Go ahead and order something," 

"No! I want you to answer that!" I insisted. 

He looked at me with disbelief. 

"But babe you already know the answer to that," he reasoned. 

"It's just a YES  or a NO, why can't you just say it?" I told him whining as I poured my lips.

Seunghyub looked at me quizzically, obviously trying to figure out what I was thinking.

I saw him smiling, which had me wondering whether he finds me cute or he was starting to feel annoyed with me too. 

"Yup, you're just bored," he then said, coming up with an answer to his mind after staring at me for a moment. 

"No, I want a kiss," I murmured, looking away.

Damn, how am I supposed to tell him that I want him to give me a hickey? 

I'm not sure if he heard but suddenly pulled for a quick kiss. 

I was stunned and he caught me off guard that I didn't have time to react. 

"Just wait a little bit my love," I heard him say while patting my hair. "I'm almost done, we'll go home in a while," 

I saw him smile before his eyes pan away back to his monitor. 

And just like that I was defeated by him. 

I couldn’t help sulking when I realized that. But of course, my naughty self wouldn’t back down that easily. 

I watched as he worked on songs quietly beside and damn this guy never fails to look sexy while working and that thing never fails to turn me on. 

I found myself planting a soft kiss on his cheeks. 

He flinched and smiled for a moment and couldn't help but to feel proud for successfully distracting even for a bit..  

‘Coz we all know how serious and focused he was when he was working, it's not easy to disturbed and distract him. 

I decided to be playful and naughty even more, I moved my kisses down to his neck, laying soft nibbles on skin. 

But I was disappointed when he no longer flinched, had me thinking if he feels nothing or my kisses don't appeal to him. 

To my dismay, my soft nibbles turned into harsh ones that I started biting his skin hard. 

“OUCH!!!” he finally flinched. “YAH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" he suddenly growled at me, with an angry look at his face. 

"WHY DID YOU BITE ME?! WHAT ARE YOU A VAMPIRE?" 

I was trying my hardest  not to laugh and even though I know he wasn't that mad, I won't deny that still scaring the shit out of me. 

In fact, I could even hear the crazy beating of my heart. 

“Babe, what is wrong with you?” he asked me while touching the part that was bitten. I could still sense the annoyance through his voice. “I thought you weren’t trying to pick a fight?” 

“I am not, babe, I’m sorry,” I told him apologetically before pulling him into a hug. 

“I was just trying to give you a hickey,” I added, whispering. 

Seunghyub suddenly broke the hug and faced me. 

“A WHAT?!” 

He looked so surprised.

“A hickey…kiss mark,”  I answer shyly then I look away, feeling embarrassed.

“I heard you, but why?” 

“Coz… you never put on me before,” 

I could suddenly feel the heating of my cheeks. 

Now I can’t look at him straighly.. 

“What?! Babe are you sure you know what you are talking about?”

‘I do!” I answered. “They say that when your partner doesn’t do that it means he doesn’t really love you or you are not enjoying ‘that’,” 

I saw him grinned all of a sudden. 

“Babe, I told you to stop using that app,” he told me, still grinning. 

“What app? You mean tiktok? I didn't get that there that there, my friend told me,” 

“Then unfriend him/her now,” he joked, laughing. 

I started feeling annoyed and I gave him a look. 

“Whatever! You still never do that to me,” I said sulking, rolling my eyes on him as I looked away.

Seughyub smirked. “You talk as if you are so sure about it,” he teased. 

That made me look back at him. 

I really don’t remember seeing anything or I just didn’t notice. 

“You probably won’t notice it because I’m not putting it to the most visible parts,” Seunghyub continued teasing me and I stared at him, confusingly. 

And here goes another episode of me not knowing whether he was telling the truth or was just messing with me. 

And I hate it when I can't read his mind. 

I saw him smirking, teasing me more 'coz he knew how clueless I was. 

Making me feel annoyed even more. 

“LIAR! That's not true!" I hissed at him, annoyingly. 

"If you say so!" He answered, still teasing me as he went back to his computer again. 

I can't believe I was defeated for the second time. 

But my competitive self won't take my defeat. 

"LIAR!!!" I blurted out again. "You didn't even know how to it," 

I started teasing him.

He looked back at me instantly. 

I was shocked when he suddenly grabbed my arm and started kissing it. 

I close my eyes as I softly moan when he starts sucking my skin gently. 

And when he stopped, I was dumbfounded when I saw the mark on wrist. 

"Happy?" I heard him ask as he let go of my arm.

That wasn't what I wanted but I felt a smile curved on my lips. 

I knew I wanted something even more. 

"HEY! Do it to me properly," I told him, half protesting while flexing my neck. 

He burst out in laughter. 

"You really want me to do it there?" He asked again. "But you might not like the end result," 

"I don't care!" I blurted out, starting to feel impatient. 

Why do I feel this guy is testing me?

I love him so much but sometimes, I feel like changing my mind when he suddenly starts to be annoying. 

Seunghyub just laughed at what I said.

"No! Let's continue this at home," he said firmly and went back to his work after. 

While I finally lost it. 

I already knew I could never win over him. 

I went back on the couch sulking. 

I was so mad that I felt like throwing my phone at him. 

I know Seunghyub could see me sulking through my reflection on his other monitor. 

I could still hear him laughing at me while my eyes were fixed on my phone. 

I glanced at him for a moment and our eyes  met at the reflection and I mouthed 'I hate you' at him and he just chuckled. 

The next thing I knew he was already beside me on the couch, pulling me for a hug. 

But I pushed him away. 

But because he was really strong, he still successfully trapped me into his arms and showered my lips with sweet but aggressive kisses.

I was still mad so I still tried to push him away and tried not responding to kisses. 

But Seunghyub, as the naughty one, suddenly pulled my shirt up. 

He proceeded to unclasp my bra with one hand. 

His huge hands fell on bare skin as he started toying it playfully before placing my nipples inside his lips, sucking it hard. 

That made me  moan his name out loud. 

He let go of my nipples and showered my lips with aggressive kisses once again, letting his tongue explored my mouth playfully. 

His kisses shifted down my neck while his huge hands caressed my breast gently. 

Soft moans escaped my lips again when I felt him lay soft nibbles on my neck and sucked it gently.

Suddenly the spark inside of me ignited. I could even feel  the wetness slowly building down there.  

Now I want something more than just making out or a hickey.

I tried pulling Seunghyub for a kiss but suddenly stopped. 

The dark smirk on his lips already tells me he is up for something annoying. 

"BABE, Let's just continue this at home," 

I felt like punching him when I heard say that. 

Feeling really mad, I pushed him away immediately and fixed myself. 

He even tried to help me with my bra but I shove his hand away.

I lost again when he grinned at me. 

I stormed out of his studio and went to the comfort room to calm myself. 

But I don't know why when some of the staff saw me, they started throwing judging stares at me like there was something strange on me. 

'Coz I'm in the mood too, I ignored them. 

When I reached the women's comfort room, I received a call from Seunghyub.

"Babe, where are you? You forgot to wear my jacket," he said instantly on the other line.

"For what?" I answered, annoyingly. "I'm at the comfort room," 

"Check yourself in the mirror, babe," he told me, still grinning. 

I felt like my soul left my body when I saw what Seunghyub just did. 

A reddish-pinkish lays on my neck. And the size was really that eye-catching. 

No wonder why the staff stares at me like. 

"YAH! LEE SEUNGHYUB!" 

I heard Seunghyub laughing at the line. 

"I told you!" He said. "Wait for me there and let's go home, I'll give you more," 

And that was the last thing he said before he ended the line. 

//end

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I'm Megan from the blog @kbandtrash by my sister and I :) Check it out for the direct links to most of my fanfiction!

Requests are open!

See after the cut for links to my works, and a list of fandoms I write for! Stay safe out there ;)

KBANDTRASH

Day6

Dowoon: Who Are You? (3/?) ~ urban fantasy au

N.Flying

Cha Hun: Kiss Me Miss Me / Idol GF

Hweseung: Kiss Me Miss Me / Idol GF

Stray Kids

Changbin: Mafia Bullet Point

Jisung: Mafia Bullet Point

Felix: The Heir and the Library of Secrets (10/?) ~ royal fantasy au (discontinued unless another part is requested, I'm currently rewriting it completely)

MYDAYINTHEBUILDING

P1Harmony

Jongseob: Make Me A Different Person (1/6)

Fandoms I can write for! *I write fantasy, sci-fi, and romance AUs*

Marvel (plus old Spiderman)

Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts

Disney (my favorites are Treasure Planet and Atlantis) (plus some younger audience shows: Gravity Falls, Sofia the First, The Owl House, Tangled)

Rick Riordan (Kane Chronicles, kind of Percy Jackson)

Marissa Meyer (Lunar Chronicles, Heartless, Renegades)

Brandon Mull (Fablehaven, Five Kingdoms, Beyonders)

Barbie (classics hehe)

kpop (see my extensive kpop playlist below to see which groups I might stan)

I love crossovers lol please request them

[whattodowithace]

Requesting Rules

Just a few small rules when requesting. We adore requests, but it can be really hard to get inspiration when they’re so vague.

When requesting, please:

- State which group along with the member just so we can be 100% sure we have the right person. - Specify a genre, if you don’t we will pick our own genre and it probably won’t be in the genre you wanted. (Neither admin writes smut) - We need something to go off of, whether it be a prompt, picture or scenario to give us inspiration. - Specify which admin you want to write the request. Otherwise both admins scramble over a request and it makes the process longer. If you truly don’t have a preference just specify that in the request.

Extra Notes:

- We only write ‘x reader’ scenarios - We don’t write smut

Who we take requests for:

Lio Admin - A.C.E - Astro - Ateez - Monsta X (including Wonho) - N. Flying (Except for Dongsung, I don’t know him enough yet) - Seventeen - Stray Kids Ju Admin - A.C.E - Ateez - Monsta X (including Wonho) - Oneus - Seventeen

[florenceisnottrash]

10 reasons to stan N.Flying

Members: Kwangjin, Seunghyub (leader), Chahun, Jaehyun (my personal bias), Hoeseung.

Lastest comeback : Hot Potato (this is a whole ass bop I tell you)

Agency: FNC

Members in suit (because it is important information):

1- They love their new maknae

We often see a period of awkwardness between the old members and new ones. It’s understandable too, when you’ve been training for years with the same people and someone new comes, the bond might not be as strong. But it’s a totally different game for N.flying. The bond the 5 of them have could pratically pass as if they’ve been together since debut! They adopted him right away, even Jaehyun... who lost his title of maknae (and is still salty about it ;) )

And on to of that, the members can’t get enough of Hoesung cuteness! Neither can I.

I love caring dads

They love him... Even though they used him as bait in “The real” MV 

2-  Their MV’s are pure genius.

Seriously, who comes out with those ideas?? I could watch their MV’s all day, they never fail tomake me laugh! They’re just so hilarious my lungs still hurt. And can we talk about the plot twit in “The real” or the concept of “Hot potato”! What’s make me the happiest is knowing they found their sound and the type of songs they want to make! They seem to be having so much fun with this concept.

Some gifs of their mvs.

I find hoesung face on this one the FUNNIEST. My fav part of the mv.

3- Multitalented leader

-Leader     

- Sings    

- raps  

- plays the piano   

- so cool  

- the father of my kids

-plays the guitar     

- so freaking handsome god       

- cares for his members

Do you what other evidence to prove that Seunghyub is a perfect human being??? I have plenty up my sleeve! 

But for now, please enjoy the work of art that is Seunghyub.

CAN

YOU

STOP

4- This particular hairstyle

Graceful.

There’s nothing left to say.

Kwangjin, the next l’Oréal model.

5- They have the prettiest lightstick

Before stanning intensively N.Flying, I was convinced Monsta x, VIXX and Seventeen had the prettiest lightstick. I remember saying “When I’ll be rich, I’ll buy 30 of each and proudly expose them in my room”. Well, now I can live my dream life of having 90 lightsticks with N.flying official lightstick! The best about this is that’s it’s completely free and easy to replicate! How cool is that?!

Have a look at the work of art N.Flying provided us! Make sure to get one and support N.Flying!

And my hard-working babies making it!

LOOK AT HOW HAPPY THEY ARE JUST TO MAKE US HAPPY. PLEASE STAN I BEG.

6- They have weird ass hidden talents

-Chahun literally feels no pain while doing his weird foot trick where he folds his toes and walk on them. It’s disgusting but hey, a talent is a talent.

- Jaehyun can make a X with his face muscles.

- Kwangjin has a body that could melt icebergs. yes it’s a talent

7- If you go out with Jaehyun, you go out with at least 3 different Jaes

sexy Jae (because let’s be honest, he’s the sexiest when he plays the drums)

Cool Jae

wtaf is going on Jae

No boring moments garanteed! 

8- They have an awesome choreo for “The real”

“The best choreos of k-pop” are often the ones of BTS such as “Fire” or Seventeen and even VIXX. But N.Flying caught us off guard with the release of the official dance to “The real”. If this isn’t art. tell me what it is.

Dance version of The real is here.

Can your faves dance this well??? I DONT THINK SO

10- They trust each other

This makes me crack up every fucking time.

While they were backstage during show champion, they were given a mission where Jaehyun had to question the members about various things such as “what is you biggest complex” or “what would you do if you won the lotto”. One question asked was “If you were a girl, which member would you date”/ “Which member would you introduce to your sister”.

Kwangjin, Seunghyub and Chahun immediately said : Absolutely no one.

The whole video is here.

And when Chahun finally chose someone... this happens

BONUS #1 - N.flying wearing leather jackets

Chahun

Seunghyub

Jaehyun

Kwangjin

I don’t have any of Hoeseung :(

BONUS #2 - Cute Hoeseung

KYAAAAA ~

hehe

Stan N.flying, stan talent.  - God, 2018

[folkloreguk]

Moving Antics (M)

A/N: This was requested a while ago and I hope you will enjoy it! I always welcome feedback of any kind! Have a good day x

genre: smut, optional bias (m) x reader (f), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation (a tiny bit), dom!bias, very lowkey roleplaying??, reader wears a maid outfit (not in a degrading way)

words: ~ 5.4 k

tag list: @mochi-ficz (let me know if you wanna be tagged when I post new fics!)

People had told you over and over. Moving is a stressful, exhausting process. It would take a while for you to settle in. Until everything had found its perfect place, weeks could pass. At least that’s what everybody said. What they all failed to understand, though, was that being in love could make the most tiring experience fun. Was it stressful? Sometimes. Exhausting? Why don’t you ask yourself that, when you fell into bed like a walking corpse at night? But all it took was a glimpse at your boyfriend as he carried inside the box that said ‘anniversary gifts’ and it was all worth it. You were confident in one thing at least. In the settling in department you were both ranking foremost.

You had lived in the apartment for only a week, and you couldn’t have been more all-over-each-other. Somehow there seemed to be an unspoken challenge you had both taken on. Maybe you two could set a record for most surfaces in a flat someone could have sex on. Or perhaps you should have started marking the rooms and spaces you hadn’t been able to add to your list yet. There wouldn’t have been many left. At the moment, there was only one downside to being so head-over-heels in love. A lot of the boxes in the apartment had been left unattended, as if you only waited long enough, the things would start flying out of the cartons and miraculously sort themselves out while you could stay there, in bed with your lover between your legs.

But this wasn’t Hogwarts and you weren’t some magician. And so one rainy Saturday noon you decided it would be thatday. The day you finally put away all the things that were still in the boxes. Not that the day had been successful so far. It was 12 pm and you were in bed. The shower was running in the bathroom next door, and you wondered how you would convince your boyfriend and yourself that getting things done would be a worthwhile pastime. Telling yourself you would come up with a tactic with your eyes closed, you tricked yourself into daydreaming for a little while longer, cuddled in the blankets that still smelled like him.

When you heard footsteps approach, your mind snapped back to reality. He strut through the door like a nude model, searching for some clothes to wear. His smirk when he saw you eye him was prominent and made your stomach flip. It took every last will of yours to not ask him to come back into bed with you, forget all your earlier plans and live like you were the last people on earth.

“Do you want breakfast?” he asked, finishing his outfit by pulling a shirt over his head. “I’ll make you some.”

You hummed, starry-eyed at his perfection. “Thank you,” you said. Quickly, he kissed your forehead and then walked off, presumably in the direction of the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, at the kitchen table, you finally brought up your wonderful idea.

“I think we really should unpack some more stuff today,” you said, “Don’t you think?”

“You’re right,” he said, “We’ve really been procrastinating.”

“You can say that again,” you laughed.

“Although I wouldn’t describe our scientific research of the last few days as completely pointless.”

“Our what?” you asked. You were getting up to put away the plates of your late breakfast.

“Us testing which room of the house is the most fun to have sex in,” he stated, matter of fact. “I vote for the bathroom.”

“You just love the mirrors,” you grinned, and he mirrored it.

“I do,” he said. His arms snuck around your waist from behind. “Almost as much as I love you.”

“I love you too, babe,” you said, “You know, there’s one room we haven’t tried yet.”

“The office,” he said. You turned your head and you kissed him deeply. In agreement you hummed, your arms wrapping around him. He pulled you closer, hands ghosting over the back of your thighs and up to your hips. You felt like jumping onto the counter and having him there, again, just like you had done it two days ago. But then you remembered you had other projects for the day. If you gave in to him now, you’d end up back in bed for the rest of the day, probably. Guilt was already setting in at the mere thought.

“Wait,” you pulled away and said, “We have things to get done.”

His nod was dilatory but then he seemed to recall his own determination from around two minutes ago. You wished you could have motivated him otherwise, but you were already struggling to spur on yourself to be productive. Then, you suddenly remembered something. Your eyes must have widened in surprise because he furrowed his brows at you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Stay here,” you announced, “I’ll make sure we get through with this today.”

And you were off to your bedroom. You pulled the box out from the far back of your closet. Memories flashed your mind, of when you and your boyfriend had been watching a show together. One of the characters had been wearing a provocative maid outfit, and you still thought about the way he had grinned at it, or how he had said he found it cute, which you believed translated to sexy, but he had been a little shy back then.

Long story short you bought one. And what better occasion to put it to use than now? You went all out, stockings and heels as well as your attempt at fixing your hair quickly, which you knew didn’t really matter, since you would want it out of the way if you were really going to be emptying boxes. You strut down the hall, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The black and white costume just about covered your ass, and on your chest was a cutout in the shape of a cat’s head. The ruffles of the material bounced as you walked, excited to see your boyfriend’s reaction.

“Close your eyes!” you shouted. “No cheating!”

“I never cheat,” he said. You rolled your eyes, remembering his video game antics from the past.

“Before you say anything…this is supposed to be a motivation for us to empty the boxes. If we do that, we can have our reward,” you said.

“What reward?” he asked, eyes still shut.

“Open your eyes and you’ll know,” you said. Oh, how dearly you whished you could have captured his face on camera.

“Babe…,” he said. Then his mouth just stayed agape, as he ogled at you shamelessly. Just because he could. Because he was just thatlucky to have you.

“Do you like it?” you asked.

“Yes. Of course I do,” he said. His tone was emotionless because he was way too busy sorting out his own thoughts in his head. “But do you really think this is a good idea? How am I supposed to focus on anything but you?”

“We’ll figure it out,” you said. “Don’t you want to feel accomplished at the end of it all? If we don’t start working now, we’ll just end up feeling guilty. Again. Come on, let’s do this.”

“Alright,” he said. “Let me have one kiss.”

You laughed and granted him that one wish. His lips lingered on yours for a while. You knew he didn’t want to pull away. Neither did you. But at last, he had enough control to remove himself from you. It was the office that still needed the most work to be done. Cardboard boxes were piled on top of each other, labelled with some sort of theme or room of belonging on the outside. When you looked his way, he was only eyeing your legs. But then you grabbed the closest box to you and handed it to your boyfriend, and he snapped out of his trance.

Believe it or not, there were up- and downsides to the maid costume in this situation. The pros included feeling unnecessarily sexy whilst doing an unbelievably humane task, not getting too warm since you were already wearing little clothing and having your boyfriend virtually drooling over your appearance. The downsides were mostly reduced to one word: heels. Climbing a ladder and balancing three boxes on top of each other in your arms was an arduous task to begin with. Now add the possibility of twisting your ankle on the top step of a ladder and crashing to the floor, probably breaking your back or worse. You really couldn’t endanger the prospect of the fun you were planning on having later by taking that risk.

That’s why you chose to abandon the heels somewhere on the floor about half an hour into the process. And you came to the conclusion that finally getting over and done with what you had been procrastinating for the last week wasn’t all that bad. You were a whirlwind, running from room to room to make sure everything had its place. At some point he had turned some music on, and it was making everything even better. After all this time, you finally had your own place to decorate however you desired. As you admired how nicely things were coming together, you hummed to yourself quietly.

You weren’t sure whether he was having as much fun as you were. Especially not when you walked past him in the doorframe, carrying four pillows. Your ass – maybe not all that accidentally – brushed against his front as you entered the room. Innocence and feigned ignorance were on your face but you noticed exactly the way his eyes dwelled on you for a little longer until he got back to work.

But everything you could do he could do just as well. Fifteen minutes later, you were occupied with stacking books onto a shelf. Wanting them to stand in a very specific order turned out to be more time-consuming than you had anticipated. You heard his steps behind you, assuming he was going to walk past you. Suddenly his lips brushed against your exposed neck.

“Remember this song?” he asked. You hadn’t been focused on the music for a while now, but of course you remembered. “Remember when I fucked you to the beat of this? Because I do.”

“Babe,” you said. There was a little part in your brain that had the glorious idea of him having you right there, against the bookshelf. You wouldn’t even need to remove your clothes. With him, it took nothing but a few magic words and you felt like giving him all of you. No. It’s not time for that yet. Your rationality vanquished that little avid thought and pushed it away, back into your unconscious where it had come from. It wasn’t gone yet, only not so urgent anymore.

“You’re right,” he said. “We’ll save that for later. Just wanted to remind you of how much of a good time we can have.”

You only shook your head and grinned as he walked off, pretending to be blissfully unbothered. What goes around, comes around, after all. And you deserved that for pushing up against him earlier. It took a minute and you got back to sorting your book titles. Time passed surprisingly fast when you were being productive. Box after box emptied itself, almost as if your wish for magic powers had become reality. But it was just two people, who were so excited about their reward that they forgot to even take a proper break in between the chaos. And soon you were down to the last cardboard box. It was full of decorations you didn’t need for the current season.

Just a few more climbs up and down the ladder to the very top of the closet and you were done. He stood next to the ladder, handing you the things so you didn’t have to go all the way down each time.

“Last one,” he said, giving you a box with holiday lights. Successfully, you placed it in its new spot. When you finally made eye contact with him, he was already staring at you like you were the only thing in the room worth looking at. To be fair, from where he stood, there wasn’t much left up to his imagination. With your stockings on display, his eyes could probably go all the way up to your garter belt.

“Is this angle too revealing?” you asked.

“Absolutely,” he said, making you laugh. Smirking, he took your hand as you stepped off the ladder. You stumbled into his body as you grinned at each other. You both had the same thing on your mind, without a doubt. It was like a little inside joke you had made up just now, making you flirt through looks and small touches. His hand rubbed the small of your back as he bent to your ear.

“My pretty maid, haven’t you worked enough for the day?” he asked. “All that teasing you did today must have been soexhausting.”

You nodded overly seriously, as if riling up your horny boyfriend was physically tiring work. “I hope I did a good job. Did I?”

“No one else could have done it better,” he said. “Now let me treat you, baby.”

You hummed with your mouth already too close to his to say anything. Then your lips finally crashed onto his. It was a little ridiculous how much you missed his touch after only hours of being without it. People had told you you’d get tired of being with each other all the time. But it had been years and you still wished you could have cuffed his wrist to yours because you loved him just that much.

Your tongues fought playfully as you pushed him against the closet front. Small noises came from both of your mouths, quietly agreeing that this was what you had been waiting for – more or less patiently. Your hands became busy with the buttons of his flannel. When you came across his bare skin underneath instead of a shirt, you smiled into the kiss. Every layer less to remove meant you were one step closer to what you wanted.

“We’ve never done it in here,” you muttered against his hungry lips. “That table looks nice, doesn’t it?”

He grinned. Your hands had already messed up his hair, but nothing came close to his dark eyes in moments like these. His look never failed to make your heart skip a beat while you wondered how you had ended up with the most handsome guy in the world.

“Will you think of us, if you ever sit there and work in the future?” he asked, leading you over to the office table. He dropped his flannel on the ground on the way.

“I always think about us,” you said. “But you can make sure this one stays especially prominent in my memory.”

“There’s nothing I’d rather do,” he said, and kissed you again. Your ass was backed against the edge of the table and one of his legs pushed between your thighs. It made you whimper quietly in anticipation. He touched the little part on your thighs that was bare, playing with your garters. With your eyes closed, his tongue on yours and his hands being so close but so far from where you needed him, your head spun with dizziness. He was like a drug, like alcohol dripping straight from his lips and the more you kissed him, the less control you had over yourself. His attention gave you loose lips and the impulse to be risky, all whilst feeling so high up in the clouds you weren’t sure you’d ever find your way back down. You hissed when he pressed his fingers against your underwear.

“You’ll keep the dress on,” he said. “Will you?”

“Of course,” you obliged. “If that’s what you want.”

“Good girl,” he said, and he pulled aside your panties to slide his finger over the slickness that had formed between your thighs. As if on command, your hips moved closer to his hand as you whimpered at the too gentle friction. All afternoon you had been thinking of his hands on you. When you had watched him peel away the tape from the boxes, when he was taking your hand to help you down from the ladder and when he had run his fingers through his hair absentmindedly – all you could think about was how much you wanted those hands to grab your hips and for him to have his way with you.

“Take these off,” he ordered. His stern but gentle voice turned your insides into mush. It made you behave almost like a robot, no ifs ands or buts. When you usually liked to tease him, you knew not to test your limits when he spoke in this tone. Your underwear dropped to the floor and you kicked it a few meters away. Again, his hands ghosted under your dress and found your center. You felt like your knees would buckle from the way he rubbed small circles on your clit. Moaning quietly, you wrapped your arms around his neck for support, leaning your forehead against his chest for a moment. You let out small huffs and whimpers against his skin and nuzzled especially close to him when he touched that one special spot for a few seconds.

“Look at me.” He watched intently as your eyelids fluttered like your eyes were going to roll to the back of your head. You tried your best.

“Put your hands on the table by your sides,” he said. You hummed in disapproval but didn’t dare say so. After all, he could have also told you to put them on your back. And holding on to a wooden edge was still better than not holding on to anything, when you felt like a child standing on its feet for the first time. When he hooked his free hand under your thigh, lifting up your leg a little, your grip on the table tightened. You swore under your breath when he plunged two of his fingers into you. He curled them, pushing hard against your sweet spot and you curled your back in response.

All day you had gone without any sort of attention, when your head had been so full of things you knew you could do with him. The most release you had gotten – which was basically no release at all – was from pushing your legs together tightly when the dirty thoughts had become too much for your brain to handle. You knew it was your own fault for setting yourself up with this challenge. But now with your chest heaving and your head feeling like a tsunami of emotions was raging inside of it, you didn’t regret it as much as you thought you would two hours ago. Maybe you should play this waiting game more often, instead of jumping onto each other any chance you got.

“You look so hot like this,” he said. At the sound of his voice your eyes opened. Those eyes. While they usually held loyalty and playfulness, they now only spoke of authority. He used his thumb to rub your clit whilst his fingers were still inside of you, making you feel like floating. You were his favorite sight, by far. Above all times he watched you, from waking up in the morning to falling asleep in his arms at night, right now was the most mesmerizing. Your parted lips were the entrance to heaven and the glow in your teary, desperate eyes was putting the evening sun to shame.

“I’m so close,” you moaned. Your chest was alternating between short puffs and not breathing at all. Maybe your brain was too focused on the bliss you were chasing to care about breathing for now. You couldn’t blame yourself.

“Don’t make a mess, baby,” he said.

“No, I won’t,” you said. “Can I touch you when I come, please?”

You gave him your most entreating eyes, knowing that even though he liked telling you what to do in the bedroom, not even the strictest boyfriend was immune to your puppy eyes. You suspected that if he had declined, you might have held on to him anyways. Too overpowering was the clamor inside your head that was telling you to be close to him.

“Only when you’re coming,” he said. “Not a second earlier.”

You nodded obediently as your eyes shut again. Good thing you were mere moments away from just that. His fingers moved quickly, now that he knew how close you were to your high. It robbed your breath all at once. And it did the job, after a short while. You whined and arched your back, your hands flinging around his shoulders. Your little noises came out muffled against his skin as you closed your legs around his hand. He barely moved his fingers anymore, but kept the pressure on your most sensitive spots, making sure you could relish in every last second of your orgasm. Only after a while your grip on him loosened, and you realized how your nails had been digging into his skin.

“Sorry,” you said, rubbing over the moon-shaped marks on his shoulder. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, baby,” he said. When he removed his hand, you shuddered one last time, but missed his touch already. His magic was always working on you. Even when he had just made you come, the mere sight of the bulge in his pants, ready to spring free, made you want to pull him right into your body again.

“You came so fast today,” he said. Softly, he kissed you, but you noticed the hint of hunger that he must had been feeling as you were coming down from your high.

“That’s what you do to me,” you admitted. “Do you think you’re the only one who felt tortured all day long? It was driving me crazy, too.”

“You seemed to have a lot of fun, messing with my head,” he said, smirking.

“You’ll find that it was worth it, after this,” you said. He raised his eyebrows in question. You were already stepping forward, dropping to your knees in front of him. Like a child on Christmas morning, his eyes lit up at the sight of you.

“Aren’t you the prettiest maid?” he asked, the question obviously rhetorical. To him, you were the prettiest person in the whole universe. You tugged on his pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear. Your mouth watered at the sight of his member, hard and red from all the waiting he’d had to endure. The way he looked at you from above made you feel small, but he stroked your hair out of your face gently and you knew this was exactly where you wanted to be right now, and any other day.

“Hands behind your back,” he said. You smiled and did as he said, holding your right wrist with your left hand on your back. He caught on to your reaction right away.

“You don’t even mind, right?” he said. You were already sitting straight, mouth open, your tongue protruding slightly. “You like it when I make it more difficult for you, don’t you?”

You only nodded and hummed a small yes, then he placed the tip of his dick on your tongue. At first, you only closed your mouth around it, not taking more of him. Your tongue licked over the swollen tip almost shyly. He groaned as he watched you test the waters. After all, he was the one who could control what you did to him. For now, however, he seemed to leave you your freedom to do what you felt like. You pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, licking over the tip ever so slowly. Then, you sunk your mouth further onto his length, taking as much as you could. It was so quiet you only noticed his uneven breathing as he eyed you from above.

“Shit, you’re so good for me,” he said. “Now stop with the teasing, will you? You know what happens if you don’t.”

You knew exactly. And so you shifted from your slow movements to quicker ones. You made sure to keep your tongue on him, especially when you moved your head away, swirling it around the tip now and then. His moans were music to your ears and only motivated you further. You had always loved his voice, when you sang to the song on the car radio or hummed his latest favorite song under the shower. But nothing compared to the way his voice sounded when you sucked him off. He seemed to be the most unrestrained then, not caring who heard him because he was way to obsessed with you sitting by his feet. The way he looked at you then made your stomach turn in pleasure. He didn’t even need to say anything or touch you. His overseeing eyes alone made you want him more than anything else.

His fingers in your hair curled, pushing your head further down on him. You focused on not gagging, your eyes closing. Tears brimmed behind your eyelids, but you were determined not to let them fall. Instead, you opened your lips a little wider and stuck your tongue out to make it easier for him to use your mouth however he desired.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, sighing in relief. You were awaiting treatment a lot rougher than the one he gave you, though. He thrusted into your mouth rather slowly, giving you enough of a break to remember to breathe. When you looked up at him with your sweetest eyes possible, his expression was a mix of strain and pleasure. You suspected he was trying not to overdo it just yet.

“Baby…can I fuck you or is that too much for you?” he asked. You perked up at his request. When you started humming around his length, he pulled away to let you speak.

“Please,” you said. “Fuck me. On the table.”

“Alright, my baby’s making the rules now, is she?” he said. “Come here.”

“I thought that’s where you wanted me to remember you, wasn’t it?” you asked, getting up.

“You’re right,” he said. You sat down on the edge of the office table with your legs parted for him to stand between them. Just once he kissed you. You wanted him to hurry, so you linked your heels behind his back, pulling him closer.

“Take me like a good girl.” He ran his cock over your slick folds, and he groaned when he felt your warmth on him. In response you nodded willingly, unable to wait a second more for him. Luckily, he didn’t plan on dragging out the anticipation any longer. With ease he slid into you, finding a familiar rhythm right away. As if you hadn’t just come ten minutes ago, you whimpered pathetically at the satisfaction. You leaned your weight onto your hands behind you, watching his cock enter you over and over. There was no limit to how many times you could have him inside of you. Every time it felt the same. Like he was completing you, all whilst simultaneously ruining you. His thrusts were sharp and as you raised your legs and changed the angle slightly, your eyes rolled back for a moment.

“Harder,” you asked, even though you were already overwhelmed.

“You want more?” he asked. You hummed a yes and nodded quickly. His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer to the edge of the table. He didn’t disappoint. He never did. Swiftly, he pushed your legs further open and pounded into you, making your body shake every time his hips slapped against yours. It drove you borderline mad. A part of your brain urged you to praise him, to let him know what he was doing to you. But then, those unspoken words between you were inconsequential. You didn’t need to tell him how good he was. He could read it in every part of your body. He saw it in the arch of your back, in your curled toes and in your lip that was captured between your teeth. He heard it in the way you moaned and said his name like he was your savior.

Plus, you would tell him all about it afterward. But that wasn’t what your mind was focused on momentarily. It was the way he hit your sweet spot every time and you could barely breathe normally amidst your whimpers. You hadn’t even introduced yourself to all your neighbors yet, but they most certainly had taken notice of your arrival in the new apartment.

“Can you use your hands for me?” he asked. “Show me touching yourself, baby.”

His words and the look of dominance in his eyes was all it took, and without second thought your hands went to your center. You sucked in a breath at the added pleasure. It was almost too much at first, but then you let it all in. Like a wave was crashing over you, your eyes closed, and you hummed from the intensity.

“That’s it. Make yourself come again,” he said. “You can do it again.”

“Yes,” you said, almost breathed with the weakest voice. Your body had other things to focus on at that moment, letting your vocal chords do whatever they felt like. You clenched your walls around him and the knot in your stomach tightened with every little circle you drew on your clit. His usually tender eyes were everything but that as he watched you revel in the pleasure.

“So fucking hot,” he groaned. You tried hard to uphold eye-contact through fluttering eyelids and furrowed brows. “Good girl, keep going. Tell me when you’re coming.”

You hummed a yes as one of his hands cupped the side of your neck, the other remaining on your hips so he could push your body against his own with every thrust. After all this time of being with him you knew what it meant when his moans became higher pitched and he seemed to not realize his mean grip on your skin – not that you minded. You loved seeing the marks he left on you, especially when you had nowhere to be the next days. It always made him hungry, when he saw the dark spots on your skin, like a fading memory of what you had done.

A curse fell from his perfect lips and his thrusts turned sloppy as he came inside of you. His face, all twisted in bliss and from exhaustion, was all you needed.

“Stay inside of me. Just for a little while, please,” you plead, fingers on your clit rubbing at the quickest speed you could muster. “I’ll come if you stay.”

“I’m right here,” he said, slowing his actions until he was just filling you up, but now moving anymore. “It’s okay. Come for me.”

Just having him there, stretching out your walls and making you feel so close to him was all you really needed. And his words of affirmation sent you over the edge in no time. It was a toe-curling, mind-bending surge that overcame you at your release. Stars danced delightfully behind your closed eyelids while you tried to process all of it. He gripped your hand that was touching your clit and pressed it down, urging you to go on for a little while longer. You whined in sensitivity, feeling like your legs would give in, even though you were already sitting down. For just another while, he dragged out your orgasm as you struggled to control your overwhelmed senses. He distracted you by bending forward and letting his lips graze yours.

“You did so good,” he said. “My pretty maid.”

You whimpered and then sighed when he finally lifted your hand away from between your legs. Only then you could scrape together some words.

“We both did good today,” you grinned. “And I mean not only the last half hour.”

“Agreed,” he said. “Tomorrow we could tackle those last boxes in the kitchen. What do you think?”

“Can the maid outfit make another appearance?” you asked.

“I was hoping it might,” he said, kissing you softly. Your tired limbs and mind welcomed his gentleness as your hands went to his hair. You could already guess how the next day would go, then. But truth be told, you didn’t mind it one bit.

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Well hi

Hey again pals i just wanted to share with you some of the stuff I'll be writing next bc why not and as always if you have some requests don't be shy to tell me bc yeah I'm bored and I should be doing school stuff but yeah here i am writing fanfiction

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[hyubcore]

[9:58pm]

when you arrived to cha hun's home, you went straight to his room. once you opened the door and stepped inside, you stood in the open space, frozen, and cha hun had to put his hand on your shoulders and squeeze to get you to move towards the bed. cha hun pulled down the duvet, motioning you over toward it. you climbed beneath the covers and cha hun laid next to you, turning the lights off, reaching over to the nightstand to turn on a little lamp.

"look at this," cha hun said before curling up next to you. you turned toward him, and he held the little lamp in his hands. before your eyes, the whole room lit up. fake stars plastered on the ceiling of cha hun room.

cha hun grabbed your hand. "it even shows the constellations according to time. now, we can see cassiopeia, pisces, and andromeda." with the hand that wasn't holding yours, cha hun pointed to the different clusters of stars.

"i don't know where to look," you commented. cha hun laughed.

"here," cha hun breathed. "cassiopeia." your eyes met cha hun's as he sneaked his hand up your torso. he lightly pressed down on the center of your sternum, dragging his fingers down in a zig-zag motion. he landed right beneath the navel and rested his hand there. you put your hand on his and let out a small chuckle.

"another one," you commanded. cha hun smiled and repositioned himself, propping himself up on his side, starting at the left side of your torso. he dragged his finger down back to the navel, and up in the opposite direction. "pisces."

cha hun did another one, but this time, his hand found its way beneath your t-shirt. the contact of his fingers with your skin made you feel vulnerable, more fragile. you froze up for a fleeting moment, which cha hun noticed; he looked up at you with concern.

you paused, neither of you moving, unsure of what to say or do. cha hun inched closer to you, barely noticeable until the creak of the bed grew louder. you could have sworn, cha hun would be able to hear the pounding in your chest, as it was going ballistic, and was only getting worse the closer cha hun got.

cha hun kept your fingers laced together as he moved his arm completely over the width of your body. he was hovering over you entirely at that point.

"y/n?"

your eyes met.

"hm?" you awkwardly put a hand on cha hun's bicep, caressing the skin gently. cha hun's eyes flicked up at yours for a fleeting moment. he laughed quietly and shook his head, and you squeezed again, gesturing for him to talk.

"i see you, and i just…i don't have to question it."

cha hun let out a deep breath. you could feel the weight that seemed to lift from cha hun's shoulders at his confession. you moved your hand from cha hun's arm up to his hair, running your fingers through the locks. cha hun leaned in more, as you gently pulled his face towards yours. your foreheads made electrifying contact, the touch making you feel frantic, his face so close to yours felt too surreal. you held your breath, afraid the slightest exhale would make you explode entirely. you didn't know what to do, or what to think.

cha hun's eyes had always been sharp and piercing — like each fleck of golden brown had been a dagger to whoever he laid eyes on — but they suddenly turned soft as he looked at you. you felt like melting. you didn't need to speak, you understood the words cha hun spoke through his gaze. you nodded.

and so you kissed; cha hun's lips were warm and soft on yours. they were like a drug, and they made your heart go back to a normal pulse. you thought to yourself, this was a feeling you could get used to. the way cha hun cupped your face in his hands, holding you like you were a piece of treasure, something he couldn't bear to lose.

cha hun pulled away. the empty feeling that took over your lips was uncomfortable, so you kissed him again, deeper this time. the intimacy was odd, but exciting. cha hun's hands moved down to your shoulders, then your torso, wrapping around the small of your back. he snuck his hands under your shirt, the feeling of his cold fingers on your skin sent a shiver down your spine. you chuckled.

"sorry," he breathed. you looked at him, your eyes warm, telling him it's okay.

[kbandtrash]

Fell From the Sky (Hwayugi-inspired AU) (Part 4)

~Rachel~

Masterlist

When Cha Hun fell from the sky and landed at your feet, you had no idea he’d bring your entire world crashing down with him.

Cha Hun x Reader

(It has been a year almost to the day since part 3 lol if anyone actually reads this series I'm so sorry but I promise the next part will be the last one)

Warnings: mentions of violence, near-death experience

Word Count: 3.3k

“I think I fell in love with a human,” Kwangjin said, avoiding your gazes. “And I don’t know what to do about it.”

You and Hun exchanged worried glances with each other; you had never expected this, especially from Kwangjin.

“Your options are the same as ours,” you stated solemnly. You can continue meeting her in secret, you could descend to be with her…”

“Or I could come forward,” Kwangjin said. He didn’t like any of those options. “It’s so dangerous to visit the human world, but I’ve worked too hard to give up now.”

Two predicaments of love was too many. Hun leaned his head on your shoulder and you felt him sigh.

“How did you meet her?” you asked.

Kwangjin smiled. “Unexpectedly,” he answered.

The morning came hard and bright, without mercy. This was not the first time the boys had all ended up passed out at your house, but perhaps it felt more dangerous because there was some intent behind it this time.

Hun helped you pick the clothes that would aid your cause the most--that is to say nice, but not nice enough to appear prideful. Humble, but not humble enough to portray you as disposable. Luckily, the place the boys lived was close to you, so it wasn’t hard to stop at their place to pick something similar for Hun to wear. The others wanted to look nice as well, but they didn’t have the same pressure that the two of you faced. Everything had to be perfect, but those standards changed constantly and were nearly impossible to predict.

You approached the gates of the palace, and the boys stood supportively behind you and Hun. For the first time, you laced your fingers with his in public.

“Ah, I want to tease you,” Hwerseung sighed from behind you.

“Let’s see a kiss for good luck,” Seunghyub suggested cheekily.

You turned around to give him a dirty look as Hun protested vocally, but Jaehyun furthered the request. So the two of you looked at each other and rolled your eyes. Two hundred years had passed, and what was the point of waiting any longer? So you obliged their silly demand, and as short as it was, it made your heart race. Perhaps soon you might get to do that whenever you wanted.

The stupid grin on Hun’s face must have matched yours. You felt confident now.

“Let’s go in,” Hun said. You nodded.

But the doors swung open on their own, revealing the court. The aura was a stark contrast from the joy you were sharing with your friends.

Your heart racing at a different beat, you looked again to Hun for reassurance. We’ll be fine, his expression seemed to say, although you could tell he wasn’t sure he believed that. So you entered the court and the gate closed behind you.

--

“The elder gods were of a particularly bad temper that day,” Kwangjin recalled solemnly. “Even though lately, they’ve been less oppressive about courtship in the heavens,  they’re still volatile, and these two just ended up with the short end of the stick that day.”

“Did they force her to descend?” Hwan asked.

“No, she’s not descended like us,” Seungseok reminded him.

“They tried to end her life altogether,” Hun said, finally speaking up.

--

“After all we’ve done for you?” one of the elders scoffed. “We gave you a second chance at ascension, and this is how you repay us?”

You tried to argue your case, but they were having none of it. “It’s been nearly two hundred y--”

“Your responsibilities to us outweigh your personal desires,” another deity snapped.

“Your arrogance is astounding,” another chimed in condescendingly.

You fell to your knees in a desperate bow. “Please,” you begged,” this is the only thing I’ve ever asked of you.”

Hun knelt next to you. “She has been nothing but obedient since the day she entered the gates of the heavens,” he pled, “and so have I.”

A discontented murmur raced through the council.

“Is this what you call obedience?” the eldest of the gods sneered, standing up and drawing their sword. They looked down at you and the eye contact sent chills down your spine. This was the end, and you knew it. “How impertinent.”

--

“The elders were much angrier with her than they were with Hun, and they quite nearly killed her in their rage,” Kwangjin recounted solemnly. “We heard the commotion, and this could have been stupid of us, but we couldn’t do nothing. We opened the doors ourselves to try to intervene.”

Cheolmin’s eyes widened in shock. “And they still let you all live?”

Kwangjin wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t find it in himself. “We had to beg for our own lives before they would allow us to beg for hers, and even then, it didn’t look good for any of us.

“Until you stepped in,” Hun recalled.

Kwangjin lowered his head humbly. “I had my own reasons as well, you know that.”

“But it doesn’t change the fact that you saved everyone.”

Kwangjin looked up again, and there were tears in his eyes as he smiled. “I offered my status in the heavens as collateral,” he said. “I said I would descend if they would save her and leave the rest of them alone. Normally, I don’t think they would take a deal like that, but they were intrigued.”

Kwangjin’s phone buzzed on the table, interrupting the story.

“Ah, is it already that time?” Hwan asked, checking his watch.

“I can just tell her to meet me at home today,” Kwangjin said, unlocking his phone to answer the text.

“Why? Your wife hasn’t met Hun yet?” Seungseok wondered.

“She always meets you here after work,” Cheolmin added. “She’ll get suspicious.”

“We met once,” Hun said. “She helped me pick out the coat (Y/N) wore today.”

“That sounds like her,” Seungseok said with a smile, which quickly fell. “Does that mean she knows about (Y/N), too?”

“Not in detail, but she knows why I look after her,” Kwangjin answered, setting his phone down. “She’s coming like normal, so we should wrap up our story quickly.”

--

The memory of the eldest deity’s sword piercing through your body woke you in a cold sweat. Your clock told you it was nearly 3 am, but you were wide awake now. The nightmare that had woken you felt too real to have just been a conjuration of your imagination, but it felt too far away to be true. As you grasped for the details of your dream, they disappeared, leaving a headache behind in their place.

Everything about the previous day had been so strange and so familiar. Truthfully, nothing about your life felt quite like it fit. You felt out of place from your surroundings and the people you knew, and now that you looked for them, all your memories were just out of reach. You had a feeling that Hun knew the answers because he was the only thing that had felt like he fit, maybe ever.

You curled up in your bed, trying to neutralize your pounding head by squeezing it between your arms. Tears leaked through your closed eyes as you tried to reach through the empty space to find something to hold onto, but it was trying to grab water. You knew there was something you missed terribly, and you felt it every day, but there was nothing you knew to be missing. 

Kwangjin’s restaurant made it feel better, and Hun had made you feel almost whole again, but that made no sense. You had never met him before--even though you had been in love with him for centuries.

You had been in love with him for centuries.

Centuries?

Images surfaced in your mind of a place, sunny and bright, where you had spent a long, long time. You knew it as somewhere you used to call home--and he had been there with you. That was the time you missed so much, and your heart ached more for it. 

While you still had the picture in your mind, you reached for your journal and wrote down everything you remembered. It felt more like an imaginative retelling of a dream, but you could feel it resonate in your heart as something that used to be part of you.

You woke up hours later with your journal and a pen still in your hand, the pages covered in not much more than chicken scratch. What of it that you could read was nonsense, and most of it was either, “I miss you,” or, “I love you.” Shaking your head and sighing, you closed the journal and set it back in its place on your nightstand. You must have slept terribly.

Looking at your clock, you realized you still had a few hours before you had to get up, so you gratefully wrapped yourself back up snugly in your sheets and dreamed another dream.

--

Your grip on his hand and on reality became looser by the moment. Hweseung had tried to use some of his divine power to heal you, but it was pretty much useless against a wound inflicted by the elder gods. Your skin was ashen and cold from the blood loss, and even though Hun was shaking, he felt warm.

“Just a bit longer. You just have to hold on until sundown,” he encouraged you.

“I’ll never see you again, will I?” you whispered.

“I’ll find a way,” he promised. “I won’t let you be alone for long.”

His skin glowed in the golden hour of the sunset. You kept your focus on his eyes; his beauty distracted you from the pain, both from your wounds and from the thought of what would happen next. Your eyes welled up with tears as you fought for the strength to hold him in your arms.

The light was fading from the sky.

Kwangjin returned to the courtyard, the few things he was allowed to take with him wrapped up neatly in a bundle. “You’ll make it,” he assured you as he knelt down next to you. “I’ll make sure of it.”

You nodded weakly. “I’ll repay you,” you promised.

He shook his head. “There’s nothing to repay.” He set his hand on Hun’s shoulder and then pulled him into an embrace. “Make sure Seunghyub eats enough. He looks too thin these days for how much he does.”

Hun realized the shift that was about to occur within their little group meant more than just you and Kwangjin going away. Responsibility was going to shift, and Kwangjin was leaving one last gift of guidance to help Hun manage it.

“Hit Jaehyun over the head if you need to--he needs to sleep whether he feels like it or not.”

Hun bit back a laugh with the tears that were threatening to spill.

“And even though Hweseung is cute, he knows it and he’s dangerous. Don’t let him get away with too much.”

You laid a light hand on top of Hun’s knee. “Let them help you, too,” you admonished. “Don’t be alone.” You reached for his arm and stroked it with your thumb. “Please.”

The last rays of the sun disappeared, and without knowing whether he accepted your counsel, so did your dream.

--

You called into work sick, although it was ridiculous that you had to do that in the first place. You were a divine being; they should be shaking with fear and begging you to bless their company with good fortune.

With a pass of your hand over your burned coat sleeve, you restored it to its original state. You now recognized it as something Hun would have picked out for you, and it was now even more precious to you.

Having your memories stolen and your power repressed had never been mentioned as part of being sentenced to live on earth. You were done. You were far more powerful than you had ever let on, and at last, you were going to use it. However, now you were surrounded by mortals, and your anger made it hard to control your power, so you had to get out of here fast.

But you were not leaving without him.

Seungseok could feel you coming as soon as you got to the nearest subway station, and he was rightfully terrified. He knew he wasn’t the one who was going to get hurt, but he understood that that kind of power required a ridiculous amount of control, which you might not have right then.

“Hyung!” he shouted to Kwangjin. The store had yet to open, thankfully. “Hyung, she knows.”

Kwangjin understood what Seungseok meant by the sudden pallor of his face.

Hun was woken up by the buzz of Kwangjin’s wife’s phone, which was left for him in case of an emergency. 

“Hun, you have to come by the restaurant now.”

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around for his slippers. “You have three trained employees, and I am not one of them.”

“Hun,” Kwangjin snapped as the door to his restaurant flew open, “(Y/N) is here and she needs to talk to you now.”

Hun pulled the phone away from his face and looked at it. Had he actually just heard that? “I promised her I would tell her everything, remember? I can’t just go there because she’s curious.”

“No, you won’t need to tell her anything. She knows.”

This had to be a cool, wishful dream, because there was no way you had magically remembered everything overnight, not with whatever block they had placed on you. But, then again, you were determined and very powerful. If it could happen to anyone, it would be you.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He was still too tired to decide if this was real or not. His senses were all working fine, and his sense of balance was definitely correct. He definitely felt awake. The cold on his face outside definitely felt real, but even when he got to the restaurant and felt your aura, looked into your eyes, it felt impossible.

“You took too long,” you joked, really seeing him this time.

“I came as fast as I could.”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “You took too long coming to find me here.”

He had left you alone on this world too long, you were right. He hoped you would let him make up for lost time, and he was not disappointed as you pulled him into your arms. 

Your energy was wide open in allowing him to feel all of your emotions. He was worried that it was so strong that the humans might feel it, but at the same time, he knew that this was only for him.

“We have to go back,” you said. “I need to make sure they know they made a mistake.”

Hun hid his face in your shoulder. “I just want to hide here for a little bit.”

“The longer you’re here, the longer the others are in danger,” you reminded him, but your tone was understanding. “I can’t let anything else happen to them.”

He held you just a little tighter for a moment. “Okay.” he conceded. “I think the kids want to talk to you first, though.”

Cheolmin, Hwan, and Seungseok had been watching you not so subtly from the kitchen. Now that you knew who you were, you recognized them, too.

“Oh, I do know you boys,” you noted. “Where’s the fourth one?”

Hun cut in. “He’s ours now. You know we’re always best when we’re five.”

Oh, that was uncommon. “You’ll have to tell me that story another time,” you said, “after I get some revenge.”

Hun held you at an arm’s length to take you in. “You’re very different than you were before they forced you out,” he remarked.

He was right about that. You used to take anything, do anything asked of you. You were so quiet, especially as the time led up to your plans to come forward. He was relieved to see you changed like this.

“I’f fighting for you now--for us. Things are going to have to change.” You looked back over at the boys in the kitchen, and over to Kwangjin sitting at a table pensively. “You don’t want any part of this, though, do you?”

Kwangjin almost laughed as he shook his head. “I’m happy here now. I wouldn’t mind a visit every now and then, but I would never go back if I were given the choice.”

You looked back at the kids. “And you?”

“It’s been hard,” Cheolmin stepped forward, “but I think I would have to say the same.”

Hwan nodded. “It may be a bit boring, but it’s safe.”

“We get to choose what to do with our own lives now,” Seungseok said, “and that was something we would never have gotten to do as divine beings.”

“Our only duty is to ourselves and the people we love,” Kwangjin agreed.

The sentiment was so wonderful that you wished you could join them, but as you looked back at Hun and you thought of your friends and all the other divine beings you had met and loved, you knew your fate was going to be much different than that of Kwangjin and the boys.

“We should go.”

Hun nodded in agreement, although he was starting to think that being human would be a pretty nice deal, too. “There’s just one thing I want to do first.” You raised an eyebrow and he glanced over at the other boys. “Maybe not in front of them, though, maybe.”

“Whatever you’re about to do, please go far away, because I don’t want to know,” Seungseok said, averting both his eyes and his whole body from the two of you. “I’m already getting so much TMI from the energy you’re both spewing right now.”

“Message received,” you laughed. “We’ll return and report once we win our fight.” Cheolmin opened his mouth for one more request, but you beat him to it. “And I will personally make sure that Dongsung stays safe.”

The boys exploded into touched whispers. “She remembered his name,” Cheolmin said with a sniffle.

“He’s our precious baby now. We take good care of him, too,” Hun told you.

“Even Hweseung?” you asked, surprised. “He’s not jealous?”

“Especially Hweseung.”

Now that your power was freed, you noticed that there was a lot that you didn’t think was there before. It was entirely possible that the elders had sealed away your power, and now that you felt the full extent of your broken seal, you were almost sure that had happened, because you felt as powerful as an elder god.

So, as you and Hun walked hand in hand out of the restaurant, you used some of this new power to take you to your apartment in an instant. You took advantage of your privacy immediately. You pulled him as close as you could get him, and you kissed him almost like your life depended on it.

He wasn’t expecting it, but he leaned into it, losing his bearings as quickly as he had gained them. This new confidence of yours was dangerously attractive, and he was a little scared he wouldn’t be able to keep up with you now.

It really would be nice just to hide here for a bit like a human, but the sooner you returned to the heavens, the sooner he would be able to marry you properly, and then he could be all yours.

As his heart pounded and he gasped for breath, he told you it was time to leave. He kept to himself that if you didn’t go now, then it was going to be hard for him to keep controlling himself.

You were still almost as close as two people could be. He leaned his head forward so his forehead touched yours, and the next time you opened your eyes, you were back in your old house in the heavens.

Part 5

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[nfthirstybites]

Teasing Seunghyub...

"10 more minutes," that what Seunghyub said to you before he threw himself into a working mode once again. 

You both planned to have dinner together but when you got into his studio, he begged off to finish one more last song. 

 

You patiently waited for ten minutes to tick away but it's been 20 minutes or more and Seunghyub's eyes was still glued onto his computer. 

Now you can't help pouting as you stop yourself from whining. 

You know there is no way to stop him from finishing that song he was currently working on. 

You can only heave a sigh as you settle yourself again on the couch behind him and try playing some mobile games on your phone to drive the boredom away. 

But it was no use since you only keep losing on the game and even your patience too. 

You irritatedly pouted your lips as you threw your phone on your bag and folded your arms impatiently. 

You suddenly heard Seunghyub chuckle. 

"A few minutes more love," he said smiling. "And stop pouting cutely at me," 

It was then, you realized that he could see your reflection on his unopened monitor and even caught him staring at you. 

You rolled your eyes on him as you looked away. 

You heard him laugh again.

And then, an idea crossed your mind. You know it's risky but it somehow made you smile a little. 

Teasing Seunghyub is NEVER  a good idea for you. You know how silly and dangerously out of control he can be once you set him into the mood. 

But then it was your only choice since you badly want and crave for his attention now. 

And to top it all, you can no longer deny the fact that he looked sexier when he was working. 

"Love," you called out. "Is the aircon on? It's getting hot in here," you asked as you took off the cardigan that was hiding your sexy and revealing shirt. 

You saw how his eyes widened in surprise when he saw you in the reflection. 

You can see him swallow hard as he examines you and the shirt that reveals the perfectly curves of your body. 

Seunghyub looks away instantly when he finds your gaze and moves his hands to look for the remote to turn the aircon high. 

You can't help smiling secretly. You know your plan is working since you caught him secretly glancing at you. 

Of course, the playful you, went on with your plan. 

You pretended to drop something on the floor so you could bend and let him see your chest's bare skin. 

When you heard him grunts as he breathed heavily, you stood up and found him sweating nervously all of a sudden.

You can't help but smirk at him. 

"I thought the aircon was on?"

"It is!" He said, holding the remote again then turning the temperature one level higher again. 

Still the playfull you, walked towards him, grinning, to give him a seductive back hug. 

"Love, isn't it done yet? I'm starving?" You sexily whispered behind his ear while pressing your chest against his back, letting him feel your breast behind him. 

He  flinched but he didnt move to look at you. 

"Almost there… love," he answered, his eyes glued on the screen but onto your reflection too. 

You waited for him to face you but he didnt even when you ran your fingers through his hair, messing it up or caressing his cheeks and initiating a kiss. 

Seunghyub managed to fix his gaze on the screen. 

So you playfully drop some of his papers from his table to the floor so you can bend and stay still between his legs as you fix your gaze on him while you pick up the papers, biting your lips. 

And you found him, finally watching you with dark eyes, silently.

You know that you successfully triggered him but it was over for you too since sex isn't part of the plan. 

And suddenly your heart starts throbbing fast as you realize what you got yourself into. 

You quickly stood up and placed the papers back to the table and apologized instantly. 

You were about to go back to your seat when Seunghyub grabbed you by the arm. 

And suddenly all the butterflies in your stomach went wild when you finally felt his touch. 

Your heart beats faster than ever as you start feeling nervous too; you are  suddenly the one sweating now. 

You slowly turn to face him, fully aware that you are in trouble when Seunghyub stares at you like he suddenly wants to undress you.

"The song is almost done, do you wanna listen to it?" Seunghyub asked you suddenly, still staring at you, darkly.

"Can i?" You asked him as you managed to smile. 

"Ofcourse!" He answered with a smirk on his lips.

He made you sit onto his lap which really surprised you. 

You instantly flinched and were about to protest when you felt his bulge but you know well that you are now a dead meat when Seunghyub keeps you in place. 

His thick arms were  around you now as he held his headphone into his hand.

Your heart started pounding. 

This guy is definitely up to something you are not prepared for.

"Don't ever take this off until the song is finished, okay?" He told you before placing the headphone on you. 

You had your eyes fixed at each other while Seunghyub smiled sweetly at you. 

You nodded and tried to smile too.

"And whatever happens, focus on the song please?" 

You know it's impossible but you nodded again anyway. 

You received another sweet smile from him before he pressed the play button. 

The song is more than a minute long and the music and the rhythm is good. 

When Seunghyub finally saw you vibing to the song, he turned the volume higher. 

And you know when you finally hear his sexy deep voice, it is over for you. 

For his voice, never fails to turn you on. 

Then suddenly Seunghyub pulled you into a hug, closer to him. 

Now letting you feel how perfectly firm and fit his body was. 

And then feel lay soft kisses on your neck slowly down to your shoulder blades. 

You flinch as you feel him softly nimbles on your skin while you find his hand slowly pulling up your shirt revealing your bra and now his huge hands were on top of it. 

Gently caressing and playing with it. 

Making it more difficult to focus on the song. 

You hold both of his hands thinking of stopping him but his sweet smile takes it all. 

You badly wanted to protest but Seunghyub had that unexplainable power over you. 

Now you don't know where to focus; to the song or to his touch. 

All you can do is close your eyes and listen to his sweet deep voice playing on his headphones. 

Seunghyub suddenly pulls up your bra revealing your breast. 

You gasp and can't help but to lean on his shoulder as you feel his long and slender fingers start playing with your niples. 

You gasp once more as Seunghyub planted soft bites and kisses onto your neck for the second time again. 

The music is really loud but you can still hear yourself moaning his name out loud. 

He continues playing with your breast with one hand as the other goes down to  unbutton your pants. 

You groaned and flinched as he slid one hand inside your pants. 

You gasp as his fingers slowly play along on your now wetted core, running circles around your clit. 

"S-seungjjang…" you muttered under your breath, whimpering. 

Soft groans slipped and escaped your mouth as he pushed one finger inside you. 

You gasp and panted as he started thrusting his finger  back and forth a few times inside you before he decided to insert another. 

That made you scream and moan even harder. 

"LEE SEUNGHYUB!!!" you cried as tears sprung to your eyes. 

But Seunghyub only ignored your protest as he continued ministration a few times more until you almost came into a close. 

"I-I'm gonna cu-'' you stop in the middle of your sentence when he suddenly stopped as the music ended at the same time. 

It was him who took off the headphone and carried you to the coach. 

You could feel your weak body shaking as you settled yourself on the couch. 

You throw him some questioning look when you saw him busy wiping his fingers with some tissue.

A smirk formed into his lips. 

"You said you were hungry, right?" He said, throwing the tissue on the bin "let's eat first," he added, smirking as he walked towards the door. 

You can't believe in what you heard. 

"WHAT?" Blurted out, shocked. 

Feels like your world crashing. Denying in your head that it was over. 

You only heard him chuckle before closing the door behind him. 

"LEE SEUNGHYUB! I HATE YOU!" you screamed after you finally realized what's going on. 

He really did, left you, hanging there. 

Teasing him is truly not a good idea after all. 

//end

[leggomylino]

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