#yeojin x fem reader

[hyeitsju]

Loona on the first date!! pt.1

(Loona x FEMALE Reader)

Note (pls read):

I got bored so I wrote this. It’s not gonna be perfection, just a short fun thing. reader is short in this! She’s my height (4’11) but if you want Loona w taller reader, just request it! Seriously, y’all, I’m pretty sure my request box is growing cobwebs.

🐰heejin🐰

This girl is SO romantic

She picks you up, brings you roses, maybe a necklace too, brings you to a fancy restaurant, and without a doubt runs over to your side of the car to open the door for you when you reach said restaurant.

Listens intently to every word you say

If you mention a random ice cream flavor you’ve been wanting to try, you can expect her to surprise you with some on a random day 6 months later

Constantly complimenting you

So cheesy, she def gave you her jacket and refuses your attempts to give it back to her

Also a dork, she says so many dad jokes that are so unfunny they’re funny.

But it’s Heejin so it’s okay

Heejin is so affectionate as we can already tell, she’ll be holding your hands constantly

If not that then she had her hand around your waist or on your thigh the entire time y’all are in that restaurant

Heejin just HAS to pay for everything, absolutely no room for negotiation

After, she’ll invite you to her apartment where you’ll meet her pets and she’ll show you photos of her younger self

Talking about random stuff, really just enjoying each other’s company

By the end of the night she’ll drive you back home

OMGGG holding hands on the car ride back to your house

Waits for you to get in the door before driving back, frantically texting the Loona gc about what happened with a huge grin on her face

AHHH

🐱hyunjin🐱

She does an at home dinner date

Just eating some of her fav foods while y’all watch movies together, with paldo and nongshim ofc, chatting about random stuf

You aren’t watching romance or anything like that. Y’all are watching horror. Per Hyunjin’s request.

Is constantly holding your hand, it’s just makes her so happy and makes her smile a big smile she can’t hide even if she wanted to.

It makes things feel more official to her.

Hyunjin is lowkey looking for paldo and nongshim’s approval so when she saw that they immediately liked you and were jumping and cuddling up to you, she knew you were the one.

After that, she shares her bread with you.

Takes a ton of polaroid pictures and puts them in her phone case, makes them into a keychain, posts them on insta and fab, put them on her pin board,

You name it, she did it.

Ends in both of you asleep on the couch, cuddling with her arm around your waist

While paldo and nongshim steal the snacks y’all left unattended on the coffee table

🕊️haseul🕊️

Haseul strikes me as a picnic girlie

Loved preparing the food and organizing it into the little picnic basket 🧺

Y’all both arrived at the park in your own cars, meeting up underneath a big tree

Haseul set up the blankets and laid out the food for yall to eat

Watching the sunset as you both talk about any and everything

She does most of the talking, just loves to ramble about how life is going

But loves hearing your thoughts about it too

Scaring away the birds for her=immediate win

Haseul, being Haseul, worrys on and on about you

Saying things like:

“did you eat today” *piling food into your plate*

“you seem thirsty, are you sure you drink enough water?”

“You know, being on your phone that much can damage your eyes.”

“You’re done? But you still have so many veggies on your plate!”

Although she really does mean well.

Feeding the food to you AHHJAKZJVAKELD

I feel like she’s the kind of girl to instigate the first kiss on the first date

Right when your leaving back to your separate cars she gives you a hug and when she pulls back and looks down into your eyes, she just cant hold herself back and kiss you

It would be the best kiss ever btw

And when she pulls back she would be a blushing mess, rushing a by and hurrying to her car

Immediate going to call the girls and telling screaming at them what happened

🐸yeojin🐸

(Y’all are classmates and sit next to each other so you know each other well)

She takes you out to an amusement park

She is so hyper the entire time, trying to win over your heart in every way possible

Even though she already has it

First, you two head to the games area

She goes to every single one at least twice and only wins you three big prizes

She ain’t the strongest, sorry

Is actually so happy that you’re her height, like, she mentioned it every 20 minutes

You end up going back to the car and put all the prizes she won into the trunk and back seat

Then you head to all the rides

You go on a few roller coasters and have a ton of fun

The roller coasters were def her favorite part of the date because she had an excuse to hold your hand

Eventually you both get dizzy and decide it’s time for food

You barely eat anything, though, because of the nausea..

Not the best idea on your parts

After a lot of protesting from Yeojin, you both head back to your dorms

She is very sad to be leaving, even though you’ll be seeing each other in class within the next 10 hours

Gives you the biggest hug before leaving

🦌vivi/kaahei🦌

(I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING FOR HER SO I JUST THREW THIS TOGETHER, IM SO SORRY YALL ILL TRY AND MAKE SOMETHING FOR VIVI TO MAKE UP FOR THIS)

Now her, she’s actually the reason why this half was so delayed

I could not, for the life of me, think of anything for her

I have, however, decided that she would choose to go to the bookstore on the first date

You each pick out a few books for the other to read before checking out

You head over to a café and drink some coffee as you read together in silence

Not much happens, it’s just comforting silence

You both read until the workers have to notify you that they’re closing and you both walk to your own homes

🦉kim lip/jungeun🦉

She takes you to the movies last minute because she forgot to plan for it

Y’all end up seeing Barbie

Not a bad decision at all, y’all end up loving it

Jungeun is nervous as hell, she doesn’t make eye contact at all

She does however hold your hand throughout the movie

Ends up crying but denies it whenever you bring it up

After the movie you get back into her car and drive to a fast food place

And have a debrief in the parking lot

She def kisses you when dropping you off at your dorm

And not a peck or anything, a deep passionate one

When she pulls away she puts on a cool face but she’s actually having a heart attack inside

You can tell but decide to pretend you can’t

Yeah this is, like, 2-3 hours more than I said but I will have part 2 up within the next 10 hours, I’m almost done w it

[aww-alice]

LOONA x fem!Reader - Princess of the Sun

A poem in which the sun princess Y/N has to make a decision which moon princess to marry. <3

warning: suggestive

The princess of the sun opens her eyes

She shines upon the world, she brings the sunrise

The darkness of the night makes way for her light

As she is ecstatic for the events of tonight

A ceremony long awaited

A galaxy of days and nights will be created

As the Sun and the Moon entangle together

And golden rings signify their “forever”

Although first , she has to choose

With which princess the ceremony ensues

For the moon’s princess isn’t just one,

They’re twelve, and they all love the sun.

.

Is she going to choose princess HeeJin?

The one who’s hand is always reaching

Bringing Y/N’s fingers to her lips

And kissing them softly, causing an eclipse .

.

And if not, will it be princess HyunJin?

With whom she truly loves indulging

In countless, abundant pleasures

The one who makes her feel so treasured ?

.

She could go for princess HaSeul,

The one who takes her on adventures in the castle

And any time that princess Y/N would cry,

She would fill up with stars the entire night sky .

.

Ecstatic for her choice is also princess Vivi,

With whom she entrusts herself so freely,

Since there’s never any hint of doubt

Cause that’s what true love is all about .

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At that moment, in her mind appears princess Yeojin,

And all the countless moments they spent watching

Over the whole endless Universe, and yet

It’s only princess Y/N that she wanted to get .

.

For princess Kim Lip, she feels a great adoration

As she introduces her to so many sensations ,

Especially in the crystal moonlit abyss

As their lips lock into an eternal kiss .

.

And then, there is princess Jinsoul,

The one that adores to take control .

Of Y/N’s pretty body, leaving moonlight on her skin

Always and forever lighting a fire within .

.

In her heart sparkles princess Choerry,

Glorious, celestial, like a fairy .

Her lips taste like candy, her fingers taste like cherries,

Princess Y/N is her sunshine and the one she wants to marry.

.

Princess Yves’ adoring eyes appear in her mind

And the burning desire when their hands entwine .

As graceful as Yves is as she is kind,

She loves to tell princess Y/N “You’re mine.”

.

She touches her lips as she thinks of princess Chuu,

There aren’t many things as pretty as those two .

Lips softly pressing against each other, oh yes, it is true,

That to make princess Y/N happy, there’s nothing Chuu wouldn’t do.

.

Princess Gowon, her moonlight shining,

On the sun’s princess, their destinies aligning .

All the things she whispers in Y/N’s ear

Makes sparkles all around them appear .

.

And finally, princess Olivia, the one

Who always melts the heart of the princess of the sun .

The one with which she’s spent the most nights together,

The princess that swore she’d adore her forever .

.

And finally, she’s made the decision.

It is time to uphold the tradition.

“Are you ready, princess Y/N?” asked the Cosmos, “With your decision as to who you’ll marry?”

“Yes, dear Cosmos,” Y/N smiled gracefully.

“I am ready.” 💖☀️

[kissofhoon]

(💢⪖ ⩋⪕) ⠀ ── ⠀ SENDING A SIGNAL !

SYNOPSIS! yn is so desperately crushing on her best friend, jake, but he just can’t seem to get it, despite all of their friends knowing! so little by little, she sends him a sign — a signal, if you will. but he never seems to get it, oblivious to everything. maybe one day he’ll get it, but for now yn is trying to let him know!

PAIRING. sim jaeyun x fem ! reader

GENRE. socmed au , nonidol , college , friends2lovers , fluff .

FEATURING. ENHYPEN , GAEUL of IVE , YUNA of ITZY , JAEHYUN of BOYNEXTDOOR , TAEHYUN of TOMORROW X TOGETHER .

STATUS + SCHEDULE. ON HOLD ! started 16/07/2024 .

WARNINGS. im yeojin as faceclaim , foul language , kms / kys jokes , rlly bad humor honestly ( im unfunny ) , ignore dates lols !

PENNY’S COMMENTARY! inspired by twice’s signal ! first smau guys omg im so excited !

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PROFILES. #fedupwithyn | #jakegetaclue

CHAPTERS. ( titles subject to change )

O1. yn wanted some 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

O2. gentle parenting

O3. it’s party time ! ( written )

O4. audible sigh

O5. down bad

O6. delusion or manifestation?

O7. in lesbian

O8. he knows

O9. damage control

1O. dress to impress

TAGLIST. @odxrilove @immelissaaa @winuvs @jlheon @jakesangel @shuichi-sama @dreamiestay @hollyoongs @rairaiblog @mumeimei @suneng @jakeyverse @sunghoonsrealwife @jwsdoll @junislqve @jinostooth @nctrawberries @charlizefaye @antonsgirlfriend @martinqqq @realrintaro @woninluv @unhakki @rei4sunoo @sasfransisco @jaeyunluvr @kkodama @onlyhyunjin

taglist is currently open! please ask or comment to be added <3

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© kissofhoon, 2024

[wonbuni]

CUP OF LOVE ❤︎︎

sypnosis - park wonbin’s parents had quite literally the last straw and cut him off. he now had to find a job all while juggling college. why did no one tell him that his long life crush worked at his new job?

genre - smau + written au, college au, fluff, comedy, nonidol!wonbin x fem!reader

featuring - stayc’s isa as y/n, the rest of riize, yeojin (loosemble), taerae (zb1), sunghoon (enha), soobin (txt), sakura (lsfm), keeho (piwon), niki (enha), yoon (stayc)

status - ongoing !

warnings - kms/kys jokes, me trying my best to be funny, + more to be added !

— freakchat, sungchan antis, dunkin rip-offs

1. #wonbinfirstwin

2. fuck them rules — some writing

3. WHATCHU OVER HERE BEING MESSY FOR? — some writing

more tba.. !

TAGLIST OPEN !

[dvrk-moon]

LEE HEESEUNG ; 이희승

— requested: yes!

— synopsis: running into your rival house’s quidditch captain with your friends at hogsmeade wasn’t exactly the way you planned to hard launch your relationship. 

— word count: 2k

— genre: harry potter au, fluff, a bit of angst sorry i love angst

— pairing: gryffindor!heeseung x fem!slytherin!reader

— featuring: jake, sunghoon, jay, aespa yizhuo (ningning) and minjeong (winter), loona/loossemble yeojin and hyeju, txt huening kai

— warnings: cursing

— taglist: @llvrhee @lovelycassy

i. BUTTERBEER AND EXPOSURE

It was cold, to put things lightly.

It was the second week of December, about a week before the fall term at Hogwarts ended, and the winter season decided to make its presence known well this year with the chilly winds and white snow covering every surface imaginable. You were donned in a sweater, jeans, boots, a puffy coat, and a green scarf to accentuate your Slytherin pride. You weren’t wearing gloves, and the frostbite that would soon be eating away at your hands was making you regret not deciding to wear a better outfit to Hogsmeade.

You were currently stood outside of Three Broomsticks with one of your best friends who’s also the captain of the Slytherin quidditch team: Park Sunghoon. The two of you were waiting for some other close friends to join you at the tavern for some Butterbeer and unloading stress after the packed term.

Sunghoon watched you shove your hands into your pockets after trying to warm them up for the third time in the past minute; he laughed at your once-again failed attempt, rubbing his own (gloved) hands together, “You really should’ve brought gloves, Y/N.”

“You really should mind your business.” You retorted, giving him a sour look. You looked at your watch, “What’s taking them so long, anyway?”

“I dunno, you know how Hyeju and Yizhuo get when Jay is running late,” he sighed, “because what I bet is that they left without him, like usual, and then they felt bad and went back for him, like usual.”

“You’re definitely right,” you paused, “but that doesn’t mean we need to suffer in the cold for them. Can’t we go inside?”

“No,” Sunghoon laughed, “they’ll be pissed and you know that.”

Your friend group, comprised solely of Slytherins, seemed to always have situations like these happen to it. Especially those consisting of Hyeju and Jay.

As if on cue, the echoes of the voices of the aforementioned Yizhuo, Hyeju, and Jay were heard in the distance. You playfully rolled your eyes at the three as they made their ways into your field of vision.

Hyeju ran ahead of the other two, clad in a puffy coat and fuzzy hat that made her look like a second year rather than a seventh year. Even running late, she was dressed more appropriately than you were.

“There you guys are,” you huffed when they got closer, “we’ve been waiting for like ten minutes. It’s freezing.”

“Maybe you should’ve dressed warmer,” Jay said, shrugging, “just an idea. Wanna go inside?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The five of you entered the tavern, immediately met with a wave of warmth and the chatter and laughter of the fellow tavern-goers. The scent of Butterbeer and Rum enveloped your nose and made you smile without realizing. The warm lighting welcomed you into a table around the middle of the room.  

A waiter soon found his way to your table, “Good evening, everyone. Do you all know what you want or should I give you a few minutes and then come back?”

“I think it’ll just be a round full of Butterbeer, so long as that’s okay with you.” Sunghoon motioned to the whole table, smiling at the waiter.

“On it. I’ll be right back with those for you.”

Talk about school and classmates flowered easily into the conversation, mostly about Quidditch and your recent loss to Gryffindor’s team a weekend prior. Sunghoon wasn’t pleased about the situation, and he especially made his disdain towards the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain, Jake Sim, known.

“It’s bloody stupid,” he nagged, “Sim caught the Snitch at the worst time. We were up 20, and then of course the ‘Golden Boy’ had to sweep in and get the victory. God, I hate Gryffindor.”

Your friends all agreed with Sunghoon, but you kept quiet. 

You were secretly dating Lee Heeseung, one of the Chasers on the Gryffindor team, and none of your friends knew. You had shown up to the match with them, clad in your Slytherin attire, cheering on Sunghoon. In the middle of the match, however, you feigned sickness, and told your friends you were going back to your room to rest. You roomed with Yizhuo, so you had to make sure that whenever you were done with fibbing to them, you had to beat her back to the housing.

What you were really doing was going back to the Slytherin common rooms to change into Gryffindor attire so you could cheer on your boyfriend. Luckily, the entire house was attending the match, so you had no worries about being caught in the Gryffindor wear. You snuck back to the match and found yourself with a few of Heeseung’s friends, Kai, Minjeong, and Yeojin.

Your friends still had no idea (you hoped) about what happened that day, and you intended to keep it that way. So, instead of speaking against their badmouthing, you just sat there in silence.

The waiter returned with your drinks and you wasted no time getting started on yours.

As if on cue, a voice cut through the noise that you would be able to recognize anywhere; it was Heeseung, accompanied by Jake, Yeojin, and Minjeong, who had just also walked into Three Broomsticks.

“Speak of the Devil.” Sunghoon snarled at the presence of the four.

“Ironic,” Hyeju laughed, “that’s bloody ironic.”

The four Gryffindors sat themselves at a table not far from where you and your friends were sat, close enough to be in earshot despite the chatter of the tavern.

You knew Sunghoon was a lightweight, but you didn’t think he’d be drunk (or ballsy) enough to already start conflict with the Gryffindors.

“Aye, Sim,” he called, to which Jake whipped his head around to spot the voice. At the sight of Sunghoon, he rolled his eyes.

Heeseung had also turned his head, quickly scanning the group to look for you. His gaze softened when you locked eyes, but he quickly sent a glare to Sunghoon.

“What do you want, Park?” Jake asked, turning his body around to face your table. He laughed, “Not still caught on that Quidditch match, are you?”

“Oh, yes, I am, actually. Some bloody sense of luck you’ve got, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d cheated to win.” 

Jake rolled his eyes again, “Maybe we’re just better, Park. Ever think of that?”

“No,” Sunghoon glared, “it has never been a thought in my mind, and it never will be. Because it’s just not true.”

“You really think so? Because, if I recall correctly, one of your friends even came to cheer on Gryffindor. Some loyal housemates you have,” Jake said, “won’t even cheer on their own team because they know we’re better.”

Jake’s eyes flashed towards your own for a split second, making you widen your eyes in an attempt to get him to stop talking. 

“As if,” Sunghoon commented. He looked at all of you, “because I saw them all there cheering for Slytherin.”

“Clearly you weren’t looking close enough.”

You saw Sunghoon furrow his eyebrows, to which he glanced back around the table. You swallowed briefly, hoping that he wouldn’t notice your nervous look. You again widened your eyes at Jake, urging him to stop.

“What’s going on…?” Sunghoon looked confused, and a bit hurt.

Yeojin grabbed Jake’s shoulder, letting him know that he should probably let up and not let his pride get the best of him.

“Can someone please just explain what’s going on?” 

The desperation in Sunghoon’s voice caused you to look over at Heeseung, who gave you a reassuring smile, almost telling you, ‘It’s okay, let them know if you want to’.

You sighed and grabbed Sunghoon’s arm, forcing his attention towards you. His look melted from one of hurt and confusion to another of something indescribable.

“I’m sorry for keeping this a secret,” you started, “but now that you know, I can’t lie anymore.”

“Did you really go cheer on our rivals, Y/N?” Hyeju asked, looking at you with a hint of betrayal.

“I did. But I had a reason to,” you clarified, “because otherwise I would have never cheered on Gryffindor. No offense, Jake.”

Yizhuo stifled a laugh at the look that Jake gave you which was one of shock. It seemed like out of all your friends, she cared the least about the situation at hand. Jay and Sunghoon stayed quiet.

You stood up from your spot and walked over to behind Heeseung and placed a hand on his shoulder. You sent your best friends a slightly apologetic look, but started, “I cheered on Gryffindor because I…”

You trailed off. This was a lot harder than you’d anticipated. You started again, “I’m dating Lee Heeseung. He’s a Chaser, and I’d gone to every other match to cheer him on. Sunghoon, I’m really sorry about lying. It wasn’t fair to you guys.”

“You have a boyfriend?” Jay questioned, finally breaking his silence. He laughed, “God, I thought you were going to die alone. This is great news, actually.”

Yizhuo and Hyeju laughed, and the tension seemed to ease at the joke. Even Jake cracked a smile. 

But Sunghoon still didn’t say anything.

You returned to your seat which was next to him. He barely acknowledged your presence.

“Do you wanna talk?” You asked. You looked at him, “We can go outside.”

Sunghoon vaguely nodded and stood up to lead you outside into the cold. Once outside, he sighed.

“I’m really sorry, Sunghoon. I should’ve been there to cheer you on,” you said, “I wasn’t being a very good friend.”

“It’s not even about that, Y/N.” He spoke, frustrated, yet seemingly more calm than earlier, “Why did it have to be a Gryffindor of all houses? Our rival house? Really?”

“I know, I’m sorry…” you apologized, “but it just kind of happened. Honestly, I am sorry for lying to you all for so long. But I’m the happiest I’ve been.”

“When did you start seeing him?”

Heeseung stepped out of the door right before Sunghoon started his sentence, and answered the question for you:

“We’ve been together since April.”

“April? Y/N, that’s a long time.” Sunghoon said exasperated.

“I know,” you said, watching Heeseung make his way to stand behind you. You brought your attention back to Sunghoon, “but you always talk so lowly of Gryffindors. I didn’t want you to feel betrayed.”

“I’m more upset that you felt the need to lie to us for so long, Y/N,” he huffed, “I’m really happy that you’re happy. But we’re your best friends, why didn’t you feel like you could trust us with knowing this?”

Heeseung wrapped his arms around your shoulders to preserve heat. Sunghoon’s gaze softened at your smile towards Heeseung.

“I’m happy for you,” Sunghoon said, “I really am. I’m sorry we had to find out like this, my pride got the better of me during the argument.”

“I forgive you, and I’m sorry for lying to you.”

“It’s okay, we know now, and that’s what matters,” Sunghoon replied, “at least you’re not dating Sim. That’s what really matters.”

You laughed at him.

“I’m gonna go back inside,” he told you, “and maybe try to make friends so that things aren’t weird,” he stopped, looking at Heeseung, “but you better treat her well. I have no problem being anti-Gryffindor again.”

Heeseung laughed nervously as Sunghoon entered the tavern again. You turned around in his embrace, craning your neck to look at him. 

“So,” you started.

“So?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at you and breaking into a smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry, angel? You did nothing wrong. It’s better that they found out eventually, but I should be sorry for not keeping Jake in check.”

“You’re okay,” you reassured, wrapping your arms around him. You pressed your cheek against his chest, “I’m happy they know. Sunghoon will get over the loss.”

“Hopefully.”

You looked up to notice the snowfall that had started falling on Heeseung’s brown locks. You pressed yourself closer to him for warmth.

“Maybe they could even become friends.” You suggested.

“I hope they can become friends: Jake and Sunghoon. I feel like they’d click.”

Peeking into the window of the tavern, you noticed how your friends and Heeseung’s had conjoined into one table. 

You let your face break out into a relaxed smile, “Maybe.”

a/n : this was so fun to write i can’t wait to get to other reqs

[sincerelyrki]

STRAWBERRY COUGH

SYNOPSIS ⮕ Lee Heeseung never thought the day would come, the day his dealer permanently went out of business. Through word of mouth, Heeseung managed to hear about you, the unknown seller who chooses their clients very selectively. Heeseung had almost lost all hope as his attempts to find you came out fruitless, his desperation only growing. Now insert Park Sunghoon, the man who happened to not only be your top client but also Heeseung’s best friend. or in other words, how far would Lee Heeseung go just to get another taste of his favourite strain, Strawberry Cough? (hint : very far)

PAIRING ⮕ stoner!heeseung x dealer!fem!reader

GENRE + WARNINGS + TROPES ⮕ smau. college au. drugs. he fell first and harder. warnings will be added on each chapter.

STATUS ⮕ UPCOMING! after miniskirt ;)

TAGLIST ⮕ OPEN! send an ask , comment , dm to be added ♡

FEAT ⮕ yeojin [loona]. natty [kiss of life]. k [&team]. nicholas [&team].

A/N ⮕ strawberry lemon corrected i want a lemon lime from a new perspective (sorry).

perm taglist ⮕ @neocockthotology @simjyunnie @addictedtohobi @ahnneyong @grassbutneo comment to be added ><

PROFILES

| dealing with more than drugs

| do heroine(s) not heroin

| the clients

CHAPTERS

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| two :

| three :

@ SINCERELYRKI all rights reserved. 2024.

[suhnandmoon]

stupid for you

character profiles

pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader

summary: college radio show host, park sunghoon, and his friends are struggling to get callers for their weekly advice segment on hybe radio. what happens when jake tells the girl that sunghoon is interested in to call and anonymously ask for relationship advice (that just so happens to be about sunghoon himself)?

genre: radio show host au, unserious, pining, fluff

notes: yn and jake are childhood bestfriends. after dwmb, yeojin and jungwon saw shrek the musical with jake and ended up having a jolly good time. he introduced yn to the two of them and they’ve formed this little group. jake is still friends with all of the enha boys

masterlist / next

taglist: @isabellah29 @sweetiejaeyun @onlyhyunjin @i03jae

occasional appearance from:

[wonysugar]

requests<3

are CLOSED at the moment!

! who i will write for (red are ults) !

𓆩♡𓆪 aespa (ot4)

𓆩♡𓆪 ive (ot5, no leeseo)

𓆩♡𓆪 kiss of life (ot4, fluff only for haneul)

𓆩♡𓆪 le sserafim (ot3, no sisterz)

𓆩♡𓆪 newjeans (ot3, fluff/angst only for danielle + no maknaez)

𓆩♡𓆪 twice (ot8, no chaeyoung)

𓆩♡𓆪 enhypen (sunoo only)

𓆩♡𓆪 ateez (san only)

𓆩♡𓆪 tomorrow x together (huening kai only)

𓆩♡𓆪 dreamcatcher (ot7)

𓆩♡𓆪 viviz (ot3)

𓆩♡𓆪 loona (ot12, fluff/angst only for yeojin)

𓆩♡𓆪 stayc (ot6, fluff/angst only)

𓆩♡𓆪 itzy (ot5)

! what i will write !

𓆩♡𓆪 focus on dom!fem idol x sub!afab reader (wlw)

𓆩♡𓆪 smut, fluff and angst

𓆩♡𓆪 very rarely sub!male idol x dom!fem reader

𓆩♡𓆪 dark themes, reader receiving (dubcon, noncon, blackmail, bullying, manipulation, somnophilia, etc.)

𓆩♡𓆪 g!p idol

𓆩♡𓆪 breeding kink

𓆩♡𓆪 anal, oral, vaginal penetration, fingering, literally anything of the sort lol

! what i will not write !

𓆩♡𓆪 piss/scat kink

𓆩♡𓆪 foot fetish

𓆩♡𓆪 hybrids/omegaverse (i’m so sorry idk how to write thosefjemf)

…if anything you want to request was not explicitly mentioned here, you can always ask me about it and i’ll gladly let you know if i can write it for you :]

[winkura]

AMERICANOS & PRETTY GIRLS — kim minji

college-student!minji x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS : kim minji, infamously known as the adventurous yet awkward type. frequently getting caught for buying her notorious americanos, but rarely ever acquiring them from the same coffee shop. but everything changes when she arrives at the furthest cafe and stumbles upon the most beautiful girl working there.

genre : smau with written chapters, fluff, crack, college au, strangers to lovers, gxg/wlw

warnings : insane amount of profanities, kys/kms jokes, rude humour, lots of drinking, incredibly inaccurate deception of idols, minji is unbearably awkward and reader is oblivious, izone is still active, reader is sakura’s little sister, mentions of other idols, suggestive jokes but no sexual content

featuring : yeojin (loona), hanni (newjeans), isa (stayc), beomgyu (txt), intak (p1harmony), haruto (treasure), rei (ive), chaein (purple kiss), yunjin (le sserafim), ryujin (itzy), sunoo (enhypen), sullyoon (nmixx), jisung ( nct), seongmin (cravity), nina (irris), chaeryeong (itzy), jiheon (fromis), hyunjin (loona) and more…

started : (02.22.23)

status : ongoing!

updates : whenever i can!

note : this is all purely fictional, the people involved are in no way accurately represented!! reader does not have an official faceclaim!! my taglist is open, please just ask to be added. thank you for reading my first smau, hope it is enjoyable :)

PROFILES : 001 ୨୧ 002

01. no coffee creamer

02. coffee emergency

03. pending…

[koqabear]

Whatever She Wants

☆Song suggestion: Everything She Wants, Wham!

Summary:

Throughout your life, you were able to get by with the mindset that if you don’t give up, you’ll achieve whatever you want. Your current goal wouldn’t know what flirting was if it hit him in the face. Minor setback. 

Hueningkai x fem! reader

Genre: idiots to lovers, Hueningkai is BIG and STUPID but god does mc want him!! fluff, smut

Word count: 12.1K (a third is just straight up smut.) 

Warnings: Hueningkai is both built and tall af, extrovert mc, introvert/shy hk, mentions of food and alcohol, mc is bold!! Yeojin from loona is our wingwoman this time, our boy is explicitly called Huening or Kai, unofficial dom/sub dynamics(?), mentions of a single parent/ unideal life situations (doesn’t go into detail), petnames (baby)

Smut Warnings: soft dom!mc, sub!servicetop!hk, grinding, hk is inexperienced, and whiny, dry humping, face riding/sitting, oral (f&m receiving) multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hair pulling, deep throating, orgasm control, (edging, forced orgasm) raw sex (mc is on birth control!) riding, creampie, hk is pussydrunk!!

Notes: I don’t care how tall you are, Huening will be taller. He is meant to be an absolute colossal unit in this story, use your imagination!!

Hueningkai has been told he’s handsome all his life. 

Through his mother, constantly doting and praising him— “Look at my handsome boy, so charming!”— his aunties, endlessly shocked at the growth spurts he receives and the deepening of his voice— “You’ve grown well,” they would say, squinting up at him in exaggeration; they would always turn to his mother, nodding in approval as they spoke, “He’s grown into quite a handsome man.”— and through many more faceless people he’s encountered in his life. 

Maybe that’s why he turned out so stupid.

You’ve always been a high achiever— good grades, top of your class, excelling greatly in all sports and extracurriculars; only applying for high-quality jobs, even when still in high school, climbing your way to the top as you quickly became favored by everyone— it was a strategy you used well into your career.  

In short, you only wanted the best.

The best that, much to your dismay, currently manifested itself into the absolute unit that was Kai Kamal Huening. 

Your brain was quick to rationalize things; he was tall, handsome, and kind— the quick bare minimum checked off your list— but he was also much, much more than that. He was quick-witted and funny, one of the best lawyers in the firm you currently worked at as he always arrived early— a cup of coffee in his hands and his blazer already thrown across his forearm as he softly complained about how hot it always was inside. 

From your astute observations, he was fit. He had a good style and was well off, judging by the expensive suits that he always wore, always tailored to perfection— allowing you to catch the way his muscles rippled under his shirt whenever he would reach for the cabinets that were too high for anyone’s benefit— though you didn’t mind them that much now. 

He was well-spoken and charming, the compelling aura he always held to him enough to show why he was one of the top lawyers in your firm. 

Ergo, not entirely stupid. 

However, book smart and street smart are two entirely different things. 

“Huening,” You say, smiling softly as he turns around to face you, “a surprise seeing you here.”

That was a complete and utter lie. Anyone that worked at your firm knew that if they stopped at the coffee shop three blocks away before work, they were bound to bump into the man himself; the cup he carried into work every morning was enough of a hint. It was that same cup, however, that you spent days squinting at, attempting to decipher the name that his delicate fingers covered before you gave up and asked a mutual friend about; Yeojin only laughed at you, mocking you for an obscene amount of time before letting you in on the big clue. 

“He’s there every morning to order the same thing,” she lightheartedly scoffs, shaking her head before she continues, “Wonder how the hell he hasn’t gotten sick of it yet.”

So here you stand, taking a leap of faith as Huening’s eyes widen in recognition— you’re quite offended that it took him a moment to remember you at all. 

“Oh, hello,” it’s painful to hear how formal and reserved he is, the gorgeous lull of his deep voice enough for you to push past it as you continue to smile, “I didn’t know you came here.” 

“Well, thought I’d give it a try,” you say, tilting your head slightly, pausing as if in thought, “after all, I always see you with a cup from here. Figured it’s good enough if you stop by every day.” 

Your voice has shifted into that soft purr you always use on the people you like— victims of your trap as you lure them in, the perfect prey for you to pounce on and enjoy. His smile wavers for a second, and you try to fight back the way your lips want to quirk up as you notice his adam's apple bob nervously. 

Arms crossing, you take a step closer to him, looking up at him as you smile sweetly. Your scent fills his senses, floral and addicting as he looks down at you in confusion. The height difference sends your mind reeling.

“Maybe I could buy you your drink?” You say, sending him a coy smile as you continue, “As a thank you for showing me this place?”

He blinks rapidly, lashes delicately brushing against his skin as your words process in his mind. You feel elated, waiting to catch him in a flustered position, wanting to see what he looks like beyond that cool and collected character he always has. 

He takes a step back; you think you feel nauseous.

“That won’t be necessary,” he says, not a wavering ounce of nerves interlaced with his words as he sends you an apologetic smile. It’s his turn to order, and he takes another step away from you as he gives you a small bow, as though he were rejecting you— no, he was rejecting you. 

“Thank you for the offer though.” 

You can feel the heat rush up your face, a raging fire as it licks the back of your neck and leaves your fingers tingling. But you keep your cool, seemingly unfazed as you nod casually at his words; the pleasant smile on your face is stuck like glue for the rest of your time there, painfully aware of the fact that he didn’t bother even looking your way as you both waited for your drinks— even when they got announced at the same time and the two of you grabbed the wrong cups, all he did was swiftly switch with you and practically speed out of the building. 

In conclusion— you’ve had better coffee. 

❅ ❅ ❅

The concept of mutual friends is truly a blessed thing.

“So, what’d he say?”

After all, it was your one-way ticket to hearing the other side of the story.

“I didn’t want her to waste money on me, so I said no. Plus, my drink is pretty expensive.”   

You’ve never been happier to hear such a sentence— he wasn’t rejecting you, he was just dense!

“So he didn’t understand that I was flirting with him,” you say for the umpteenth time, leaning over the small break table as you ignore the lunch that you and Yeojin were supposed to eat together; your food was getting cold, but that wasn’t really on your mind as you stared Yeojin down, impatient for her response.

“No,” Yeojin said, mid-swallow as she pauses to take a drink— unlike you, Yeojin was currently entranced by the spread before her, eating as though her life were on the line. 

“I’m telling you, he’s just a little uh… dumb, with this kind of stuff.” 

Raising a brow at that, you finally decide to take a bite out of your food— you thought you were being quite obvious. It’s a little hard to believe that he wouldn’t know, considering the fact that he was a good-looking man; surely he’s had many people flirt with him, right?  your mind raced for answers to this strange dilemma, coming to a dumbfounding conclusion as you hummed in wonder. 

“Has he never had a partner before?” You ask, knowing that Yeojin and Huening have been friends since they were kids, “crushes… asked anyone out… anything?”

It shocks you to watch Yeojin go deep in thought. 

“Well…” she starts— another dumbfounding pause ensues. Your eyes widen by the second, watching as she scrunches her face in an attempt to remember, staring off into the sky as she purses her lips together. 

“I think…” You perk up at her words, only to deflate immediately as she shakes her head, a soft “no…” escaping her before she’s trying to remember again. You’re on the edge of your seat by the time she comes to her conclusion, sighing in dismay as she looks up at you in pity.

“His first kiss was in middle school from spin the bottle. And he had a girlfriend senior year, but they didn’t last long,” she says, “but that’s about it.”

The news feels earth-shattering to you— well, maybe you were just being dramatic. But as you lean back in your seat, crossing your arms as you process her information, you realize with wonder that it meant he was inexperienced. The idea is quite strange to you; there’s no way a man of his status and ambition hasn’t indulged in love or lust before, right? New possibilities came to the forefront of your mind— was this a result of him putting his work first, or was he simply not interested?

And as you let the shock linger in your system, you’re surprised to find a much more sinister feeling begin to rear its head, bringing a wave of joy to your system, your lips quirking up as you realize that you found this revelation to be quite… exciting. 

Yeojin seems to have come to the same conclusion as you, her brows furrowing as she frowns in dismay; she’s seen firsthand the lengths you’ll go to get the things you want. 

“Oh girl…” she says, meeting your gaze that only continues to fill with mischief; she’s unsure of what might be running through your head at the moment, but she does know that she doesn’t like it— not one bit. 

The nerves in her stomach only become worse as you refuse to let her in on your plans, choosing instead to take a slow drink from your cup, your gaze switching to something much more interesting; Huening stands by the break room, chatting idly with someone you could care less about— it’s him you can’t take your eyes off, entranced by the way he seems to be in a league of his own, his face blank as he keeps the walls around him up and fortified— oh, the things you’d do to watch them break, crumbling from your actions; you know it won’t be easy. 

But also, you love a good challenge. 

❅ ❅ ❅

Love makes a person do crazy things. 

Luckily for you, it’s not love; more of a curiosity, really. 

“Wow,” Yeojin says, leaning against the doorframe of your apartment, raising a brow in amusement as she watches you touch up your makeup for the umpteenth time, “never seen you so excited to go to a birthday dinner.” 

“It’s a big day for you, how can I not be?” A single glance at her through the bathroom mirror tells you she’s not convinced. Smiling sheepishly, you tuck your lipstick back into your purse, mingling uselessly with your hair as you try to sell this lie. 

“You uh…” adjusting with your hair one last time, you turn to her, giving her an innocent smile as you walk past her and to the door, “you picked a good place.”

“It’s the same restaurant we went to last year,” she deadpans, a teasing smile on her face as she sighs, “Just with new people this time.”

You try not to react too much to her words, knowing that she’s waiting for you to take the bait and ask about him— but you’re better than that, choosing to surprise her with the gift you’ve been dying to give her for a good month; a luxury coat that she’s been pouting about for a while, never brave enough to look past the price as she chose to wish from afar instead. And judging by the way she’s quick to discard the jacket she had on to wear your gift, it’s safe to say she loves it.

You’re safe from her teasing— for now. 

❅ ❅ ❅

The restaurant Yeojin was currently dragging you into was one of the few that served high-class western food you didn’t entirely despise— French, Yeojin would correct you about later on— but your tastes usually pertain more to the Korean food you grew up with. This time, however, you found yourself much more eager to make your way to your table, attempting to not seem too antsy as you waited for your other guest to arrive; not even five minutes passed before you spotted Yeojin’s friend, inhaling slowly as a satisfied smile graced your lips. 

“Don’t go too crazy on him,” Yeojin quickly warns you, her warm hand on your thigh snapping you out of your reverie. Turning to her, you’re met with her serious gaze, sitting up straight as you let her continue.

“He’s shy and takes a while to adjust,” you understand where she’s coming from, but you can’t help but want to point out that she’s talking about him like he’s a puppy; you bite back a smile from the thought.

“And, he’s still my friend,” her searing gaze softens as she pats your leg one last time, her expression lightening as he begins to approach. From the corner of her eye, she glances back at you. “Don’t make things weird.”

You try to fight back the urge to gawk at her, taken aback by her words. 

“When have I ever—?” You swiftly cut yourself off as Huening finally stands before your table, standing up with Yeojin as you watch them greet; you’re left painfully unacknowledged as you watch Huening hand Yeojin a present, observing the way he seems carefree and happy with her— you’ve never seen him joke around this much before. 

Just when you think things can’t get worse, you watch the way Huening stiffens at the sight of you, unsure of what to do as he realizes that you’ve never quite seen this side of him. Clearing his throat, he smiles politely, bowing slightly in greeting; you’re awkward as you greet back, forced to watch him retreat into that reserved and mysterious person you always saw at work— shit, maybe he really was like a puppy. 

No amount of inclusive conversation and lighthearted jokes seem to get him out of his shell; it’s a fact you and Yeojin seem to be astutely aware of, a pitied side glance from your friend enough to let you know that she at least acknowledges your attempts to be friendly.

You try to pretend that none of you have noticed the number of wine glasses you’ve decided to down, a result of your mind trying to fill in moments where you’re watching Yeojin and Huening talk, left with nothing else to do as you instinctively reached for the thin glass; it’s left you slightly tipsy at most, but it’s enough to calm down the racing thoughts that try to leave you an overthinking mess— at least you’d be confident enough if left on your own with him.

Which, after you’ve finished all your courses, is exactly what Yeojin does. 

You see Yeojin’s mouthed apology over Huening’s shoulder as she makes her way to the bathroom, clearly in the need to go as she doesn’t bother turning back around to meet your wide eyes— not that you were dreading being alone with him, it’s just that you weren’t sure what would be coming out of your mouth now that you didn’t have Yeojin there to signal you to shut up.

The silence that’s left between you two is horrendous; he doesn’t attempt to strike up a conversation with you, back to his unreachable self as you can practically see his barriers come back up. Your mind is racing to find a topic— you won’t allow yourself to flirt just yet, at least not after what happened at the cafe. 

“How long have you and Yeojin known each other?” It’s a safe topic, to say the least— something you know he’ll be likely to elaborate on; it was about the birthday girl, after all!

“Practically all my life.” 

Okay, maybe not. 

It’s not like you didn’t know this, but it would have been nice to at least be humored— he seems unphased as you sigh, leaning forward to rest your chin in the palm of your hand; you pout, your other hand absentmindedly reaching up to trace along the rim of your wine glass. 

“Huening,” you call out softly, tired of tip-toeing and being forced to strike up filler conversations; that truly wasn’t your style— it was too boring. It’s amusing to watch his gaze snap up to meet yours, caught off guard by your casual regard of his surname; under the soft lighting, he truly does look like a puppy, his round eyes sparkly as he waits for you to continue.

“Do I not interest you?” Your question is enough to have him sitting up straight, wondering what you could possibly mean by that as he tries to respond in a way that won’t be upsetting— in other words, he’s helpless.

Leaning towards him, you raise your brow, wanting to see if he’ll respond to your question. Another moment passes when you finally decide that you’re too impatient to wait for him to gather his thoughts— it’s much more interesting to speak your mind.

“You never seem to want to talk to me,” you sigh, leaning back into your chair as you watch him grow more flustered by your words— he’s never been good with such intimate confrontations. Yet you’re relentless, not giving him time to speak as you continue, “Why is that? You can be honest.”

You’re not sure if the wine has gotten to your head or if you’re just pure evil, considering the way you seem to enjoy watching Huening lose his composure very much. Looking at him now, it would be impossible to imagine him in the courtroom, arguing his points efficiently and without hesitation; at least, not with the way he seems too meek to answer your question freely. 

“I…” he finally begins, his deep voice stirring a whirlwind of butterflies you wish you could ignore, “I’m just not very talkative, I’m sorry if I come across as cold.” 

Waving him off, you lightheartedly scoff at his formal and stiff words— you believe him, alright. Unfortunately for him, however, that’s not enough to ward you off. 

“You seemed just fine when Yeojin was here,” you point out, eager to stir things up and see if you’ll get a reaction, “but now that it’s just me, you don’t even bother looking up from the table.”

He says nothing at that, much to your disappointment— if anything, he simply nods at your words, discreetly checking his watch underneath the table; well, not discreetly enough since you managed to catch his actions. He doesn’t seem uncomfortable by your presence, just unsure of what to do— a little nervous, even. Your efforts to lure him into having a full conversation have failed each time, but that only leaves you wanting to test out your limits a bit more— to see just what will give you a reaction.

“Hey,” you call out, smiling slyly as he looks back up at you; it’s strange, how the put-together and high-class man you always saw at work was nothing more than a pliant, shy puppy under your gaze. 

“Yeojins taking quite a while, isn’t she?” Huening nods— it seems as though he’s caught onto this strange dynamic you’ve created. 

“Well,” tilting your head to the side, you lean forward again, watching the way he follows your movements closely—you’ve got him hooked this time, that’s for sure. “Why don’t we use this time to get you more comfortable? I’m not that hard to talk to, you know.” 

He’s taken aback by your actions— he’s unsure of how to perceive them, not used to this persistent behavior; after a while, everyone who tried to talk to him simply gave up. Gulping, he nods softly.

“Okay.” 

“Tell me,” your voice is slow and sweet as you lure him in, careful not to scare him away with your questions as you try to ease him in, “How’d you and Yeojin stay so close all this time?” 

You want him to elaborate— you want him to ramble, to hear his stories and thoughts; Huening realizes that just now, watching as you stare at him in anticipation; your eyes are lidded and calm, a slight haze to your gaze as you slowly take another sip from your wine glass— who knows how many of those you’ve had already— and it’s oddly intimidating as your eyes never seem to leave him for a second. 

“We were neighbors,” he begins, clearing his throat softly, fingers tapping at his thigh under the table as he lets himself ramble, “Our mothers became friends, so it was inevitable that we would do everything together. At some point, she became more of a family than some of my actual relatives.” 

It’s interesting to hear this story from the other perspective— you’d known about Huening for a long time, but it wasn’t until recent years that you’d got to meet him; your new interest in him came much later. 

He tells you everything about him and Yeojin— it’s odd, but he can’t stop himself; at least not with the way you look at him so intently, silently urging him to continue every time he trails off in doubt— before he knows it, he feels his barriers being let down before he can stop it. 

“Hmm, you’re much more talkative than you give yourself credit for, Huening,” you say, his name rolling off your tongue sweetly and smoothly. You can see Yeojin appear behind Huening’s frame, finally making her way back as you sigh softly. 

“I’d like to see this side of you more often.”

He has nothing to say to that— Yeojin sits at your table before he can respond. And as you listen to Yeojin’s apologies for taking so long, you can’t help but feel his gaze return to you for the rest of dinner— even more so when it’s time to leave, his steps slowing as it’s finally time to part ways. 

“I think I forgot something at our table,” Yeojin perks up, nudging you softly as she sends you a smooth nod, “I’ll be right back, wait for me please.” 

Yeojin doesn’t even try to make her lie believable as she slowly walks back inside— you shake your head in amusement as you watch her go, silently thankful for her ability to pick up on the atmosphere that gathered around the two of you.

“It’s uhm,” Huening is first to speak, clearing his throat as you turn to look at him. “It’s been nice getting to know you. Tell Yeojin I had to leave early, but I’ll see her on Monday.” 

“Hmm? You’re leaving already?” You don’t allow him to leave as you take a step closer to him, watching as he straightens up the moment you approach him; it was honestly amusing. “You should say bye to the birthday girl, it’d be rude not to.” 

“It— sorry?” He’s practically malfunctioning at your proximity, blinking owlishly as he stutters over his own words. He’s never like this— yet, with you, he simply can’t keep composure; it’s like you learned just how to fluster him.

“It’d be rude,” you clarify softly, leaning into him as though you were letting him in on a big secret, your volume dropping down, “to not say goodbye properly.”

You’re not talking about Yeojin anymore; you both know this. It’s endearing, the way he gulps nervously at your words, hands hovering awkwardly by his sides as he finds himself unsure of what to do. 

“Do… you want me to?” 

It feels as though a bolt of lightning struck at your spine, your body tingling and hot as you process his soft and unsure tone— the way he’s become oddly pliant at your commands, unable to do anything unless you’re directing him to; you never expected him to be this way.

“You should.” 

Huening really is the strong and silent type— for all he does is nod meekly at your words, lips pressed into a thin line as you both fall into a tense silence. A smile breaks onto your face, unable to hide the mischief from your eyes as you finally take a step back. A moment passes, and you see Yeojin approaching behind the glass doors. Turning back to Huening, you tilt your head teasingly once you find him already looking at you.

“You’re quite obedient,” you offhandedly comment, tutting softly as you look away; you can still feel his eyes bore into the side of your face. 

“Handsome, too.” From the corner of your eyes, he blinks rapidly, seemingly ripped out of his trance as he sees Yeojin approach the exit, “Don’t be too afraid to talk to me. I don’t bite.” 

It truly is a curse to not have Yeojin there with you, your personal damage control that never lets your drunken thoughts get past your loose lips. But Huening simply looks too cute in your peripheral vision, and before you can stop yourself, you glance back at him, sending him a wink as Yeojin finally makes her way to you.

“Unless you want me to.”

He’s unable to look you in the eyes as he says goodbye— but the blush on his cheeks tells you all you need to know.

❅ ❅ ❅

It was a leap of faith when you decided to stop by the cafe nearby before work— a part of you actually was looking to get coffee before your long day— but in the end, it wasn’t really a surprise to see Huening waiting in line; rather, it was his actions that caught you off guard. 

“Good morning,” he said, greeting you with your surname at the end— just like you always did to him. The sound of your name coming from his lips sent shivers down your body, unable to hide your smile as you greeted him in return. You already spotted him the moment you approached the door, his broad back and impeccable posture making him easy to spot; so to say that it was a surprise to see him whip around at the sound of the bell ringing, eager to get your attention the moment you walked in, was an understatement.

Huening truly wasn’t lying about his communication skills; he was reserved and quiet as you spoke, constantly finding yourself searching for ways to prevent the conversation from dying. You’re not sure why, but he didn’t seem as eager to leave in comparison to all the other times you’ve interacted with him— maybe you’re finally beginning to warm up to him. 

Glancing at the menu, you find yourself next in line to order; Huening motions for you to go ahead, ever the gentleman as he opens his mouth to say something— but you beat him to it before he can get anything out. 

“Will you let me buy you your drink this time?” You say, an innocent smile on your face as you wait expectantly. He finds himself stuttering, eyes widening at your words. 

“I… I’m the one who should be—“ 

“Why? I’m offering,” if he thinks that he’ll be the one to woo you, he’s sorely mistaken; even as you gently insist, finally getting him to agree in the end, you don’t think he realizes how he’s digging his own grave—he’s pliant under your grip, and you’ve discovered that you like it that way. 

You know what everyone seems to think when you walk into the office together; as a matter of fact, you can hear it, your co-worker’s indiscreet whispers finding their way back to you, unable to bring yourself to care as their comments turn out more amusing to you than anything. 

Has he finally set his eyes on someone? Is he making a move on her? Look, both of their cups have the same name on them.

Setting your coffee cup down, you smile at the pretty name that was scrawled on by the barista— Huening. A smile itches itself onto your face, filled with mischief and unable to go away as your friend walks into your office; she takes one look at you, then sighs. 

“You’re quick,” she says, your smile contagious as she quickly finds herself mirroring your expression. Taking a seat across from you, she grins, patting the desk as she leans in, eyes wide and eager as she asks, “What’d you do?”

It doesn’t take long for you to recap all of the things you said to him, starting from the dinner to the very moment the two of you walked into the building. You find yourself in a giddy and dreamlike state as you recount everything to her, staring out into the hallway as your finger traces around the lid of your cup, the warmth bringing comfort to you as you cup your hands around it instead. 

“So it was all you,” Yeojin says, bewildered by your tale as she stares at you, head in her hands in amazement. “I’m surprised he’s warming up to you already.” 

“You think so too, right?” You immediately quip, leaning in towards her as you bring your voice down, “I’ve always been the one that tries to talk to him first. It’s always kind of awkward— not that today was any better— but he didn’t seem so… skittish this time.”

Yeojin nods profusely, leaning back in her chair as she puts her hands neatly in her lap. Yet, even though she’s agreeing with you, you can still see that there’s more to it— especially with the way she seems to be lost in thought, lips pursed as though she’s pondering whether to say something to you or not.

“See, the thing about him is…” She pauses, shaking her head with a small tsk— sighing deeply, she seems to be in turmoil on how to phrase her next words. “He’s a bit… clueless. Inexperienced, on top of that.”

“So…?” You say, raising a brow in curiosity. She smiles sheepishly, and you can only tilt your head down in an attempt to urge her to continue. 

“So he probably doesn’t realize you’re flirting.” 

“What? How can he not?” You ask, a bit in disbelief as you attempt to consider the possibility, “I’m practically spelling it out for him— I’ve practically told him I want him at this point.”

“Ew, first off— he’s still my friend, I don’t wanna hear that,” Yeojin jokes, ignoring the way you roll your eyes lightheartedly in response, “and… how do I say this in a way that doesn’t make him sound narcissistic…” 

Yeojin winces, smacking her lips before she continues. 

“He’s kinda… He’s been praised throughout his whole life— he was popular in school, too.” She laughs at that, remembering the way girls used to flock around him constantly, “People always used to tell him he was handsome and all that— So, when you tell him all these things…” 

“He doesn’t think anything of it.” You say breathlessly, connecting the two as you look at Yeojin— to your dismay, she nods. “Because he’s used to hearing it all the time.” 

Yeojin only agrees with you; a moment passes as you let the information sink in, realizing just how difficult this all is turning out to be. 

“Damn.”

❅ ❅ ❅

You’re not… entirely sure how you got here. 

Your mother was always a very supportive woman— it was just you and her against the world, after all. 

“Don’t let anyone tell you what you can or can’t do,” she would tell you, a proud smile permanently stuck on her face every time she looked at you— at all the things you managed to achieve despite your unideal living situation, “If you put your mind to it, I know you’ll get anything you want.” 

Her advice stuck with you; your personal motivation whenever you faltered, when the finish line seemed too far for your comfort. Without her, you wouldn’t have the mindset to never give up— even on the little things. 

So, now that you really think about it, you think you know how you got to where you are now— a tipsy mess, arms linked with Huening’s as you rambled to him about something incoherent— you got here from sheer willpower. (And your mother, of course.)

In your mind, you were much closer to the finish line than the man beside you may realize; no, you aren’t dating him or anything, but going out to eat without Yeojin there to play the part of the mutual friend counts as a big step forward, right? 

The excuse of going on a walk around the park near the restaurant to sober up wasn’t entirely a lie— it did help a little, the feeling of the cold air on your face and the sight of the frozen lake reflecting the lights of the busy city waking you up quite a bit. But it was mostly a ploy to get Huening to spend more time with you; you weren’t ready to let him go yet. 

Weeks of talking and getting to know him better proved what Yeojin told you to be true— with every compliment, every flirty comment, he seemed to become more and more unphased, swiftly replying to each advancement of yours like it was nothing. You were able to call each other friends now, but at what cost?

You might just be stuck in this friend zone forever, you don’t like the sound of that at all, a frown overtaking your face as you pull Huening to the nearest bench you spot; wiping the snow off, you suppress a smile as he scoots closer to you, an action that might not mean anything to him sending your mind racing. 

“Huening,” you start, clearing your throat as you look at him. He hums, turning his head to face you— he’s so close, the scent of his cologne oddly addicting as you will yourself to not get lost in it. “Are you doing anything for New Year’s Eve?” 

“I’m going to Yeojin’s party,” he frowns, tilting his head cutely as he looks at you, “Aren’t you?” 

“I am,” you grin, nudging your shoulder with his as you face forward, looking at the pretty skyline and its busy city, “Just wanted to hear you say it first.”

A silence falls after that, yet you don’t find yourself scrambling to strike up another conversation. The man beside you is warm, the feeling of his body pressed against yours making your heart beat faster— arm against arm, thigh against thigh. Your hands are shaky and rigid as you tuck them inside the sleeves of your coat; Huening is quick to notice this, his hands reaching out for yours.

“Are you cold?” He asks, his hands oddly warm as they come in contact with your own. Turning to him, you’re caught off guard to find him staring at you intently; his eyes are soft, his hair fluffy and filled with snowflakes. You’re unable to stop yourself from staring at him, taking in the way his delicate skin is flushed sweetly, his lips parted and enticing as he waits for you to respond. 

“I wish you’d stop staring at me like that,” his words are deceiving as he says them, not able to fool you for a second as his voice drops down to nothing but a whisper, gulping softly as his eyes meet yours. 

“Why…?” You ask, your voice soft as you find yourself moving closer. You’re careful to observe him, eyes flickering to and from his lips as you wait for him to make a decision. 

“Because I…” he stops, licking his lips nervously as he stutters over his words, “It makes me want to…” 

He doesn’t finish his thought— but his message is clear as his lips press unsurely against yours. He’s soft, sweet, and oh so addicting as he kisses you, his hands that encase yours shaking as he finds himself unsure of what to do.

He feels the way you smile against his lips, confident and bold as your hands rip free from his hold; he allows you to take the lead as you scoot closer to him, your hand trailing up his arm, to his shoulder, until it finally finds itself buried in his hair, pulling softly before you direct him to come closer. 

He feels dizzy as your lips part his, the kiss messy and foreign as he lets you taste him— your teeth sink teasingly on his bottom lip, and he lets out the sweetest whimper that has your brain fogging with need. He feels the way your teeth scratch along his flesh as you pull away, his eyes slowly fluttering open as he takes in the way you look at him. He’s embarrassed, blushing and panting as he tries to catch his breath, ashamed that his inexperience probably showed— but to his surprise, all he sees is you, triumphant and satisfied as you take in the mess you left him in. 

It makes his stomach flip. 

“You’re so cute,” you smile, leaning in to place another chaste kiss on his lips— he finds himself chasing after you, wanting more as you laugh softly at him. He can’t bring himself to be embarrassed anymore, at least not with the way you look at him like you want to devour him. Standing up, you grab his hand, fingers lacing with his as you pull him up.

“Let’s go, Huening. I’m cold.” 

It’s immediate, the way he follows you, a shy smile never disappearing from his lips as he’s unable to look into your eyes for too long. It isn’t until he’s ready to drop you off that he stops you, your hand frozen on the door handle as you turn back to him curiously. 

“Kai,” he says, his gaze sweet and sheepish as he tells you. 

“Hmm?”

“You can call me Kai, if you want.” You’re unable to fight the smile that breaks across your face, reaching out to cup his cheeks before you’re leaning in, giving him one last sweet kiss before you leave.

“Okay. Kai.”

❅ ❅ ❅ 

It’s funny to think of Kai leading the relationship— but for some reason, that’s all your coworkers can fathom. Of course, you can see why they would think that; stereotypically, a man like him, who appears so stoic and composed, may seem like someone who would be more dominant and leading— he’s the one who buys a coffee for you every day, a secure hand placed on the small of your back every day when you leave together. 

But oh, if only they could see him now— a pathetic mess under you as you tease him relentlessly, on his lap as a movie plays on his tv in the background. 

“I thought you said we should get ready,” you say, smiling against his lips as you lean down to pepper kisses along the column of his throat. He nods, long black hair brushing against your skin as he attempts to stutter out a response— but he’s unable to, not with the way you’re mouthing mischievously at the spot on his neck that makes his knees go weak. 

“We— we should…” his breath hitches as you gently bite at his skin, careful to not leave any marks as he continues, “we might be late…” 

“Then why can’t you let me go, hmm?” You say, referring to the way his hands are still firmly holding onto your waist; he gulps, letting go immediately as you laugh. 

“It’s okay baby,” you sigh out, sitting up as you take in his dazed state— and before you can help it, you find yourself beginning to grind against him, watching as his hips jump up in surprise, “I don’t mind being a little late.” 

You freeze immediately the moment he reaches out to grasp your forearms; his eyes are glassy, lips parted and his breaths shaky as he stutters out, flustered as he holds you in place. 

“Wait…” he says, embarrassed as he looks away from you— he’s unable to meet your eyes as he continues, “I… wanna take it slow.” 

He’s vulnerable as he waits for you to answer, his body heating up in shame as he can’t look you in the face— he hoped that he didn’t disappoint you, wishing nothing more than to be the one that could take charge for once. 

“Of course baby,” you say, your voice gentle as you cup his face, moving his head to look back at you; your eyes are shining with nothing but affection and adoration, a soft smile gracing your lips as you lean forward to place a soft kiss on his forehead. “I’ll wait as long as you need. Don’t ever feel sorry or ashamed for wanting to take things slow.” 

He’s sure you can feel his heart, the sound loud as it resounds in his ears— he nods softly, your smile contagious as he finds himself mirroring you. It’s lighthearted as you giggle, peppering kisses all along his face as he breaks out into a grin; it isn’t until he’s pushing you away jokingly that you finally give in, reaching for your overnight bag as you tell him you’ll go get ready. 

❅ ❅ ❅

One thing about Yeojin is that she knows how to throw a party. 

You stand at her doorway, hand in hand with your boyfriend as you scan the apartment for your friend; it takes you a while before you spot her by all the drinks, chatting with guests happily. Nodding in her direction, you’re quick to pull Kai along, holding tightly onto him as you make your way through the surprisingly large amount of people— you forget how much of a social butterfly Yeojin is sometimes.

“You’re here!” Yeojin exclaims, swiftly turning her attention to her two closest friends. It’s immediate, the way she glances down to spot your interlocked hands, scrunching her face up jokingly as she’s turning back to you. 

“You two should be thanking me for letting it happen,” she says, shaking her head in amusement as she slaps your arm lightly, “I don’t know how you did it.”

You wave her off as you two laugh, Kai watching you fondly from the side. It isn’t long before Yeojin spots another new guest, bidding you goodbye before she’s greeting them cheerfully. 

You’re relieved to see just how many people aren’t your coworkers; you don’t think you would’ve come if that were the case. Maybe that’s why you allow yourself to meet new people, enjoying the music and the atmosphere as Kai tags along happily. 

“Thirsty?” You say, glancing at Kai after catching him looking around nervously for the umpteenth time. He nods, and you smile as you reach out for his hand. “Come on, let’s go somewhere quieter.” 

Yeojin’s kitchen is deserted and always left off-limits during parties; which makes it the perfect spot for the two of you to rest, leaning against the counter as you listen to the slightly muffled music in the other room. 

Kai isn’t exactly the most outgoing person— which is why you’re surprised he decided to go to one of Yeojin’s parties in the first place. But, looking into his eyes now, you realize why— because of you, of course. He seems content at this moment, alone from everyone else and free to wrap an arm around your waist— which is why you don’t hold yourself back when you lean in to kiss him. 

Like any other kiss you’ve shared, you’re quick to take the lead, and he’s just as quick to give it to you, your hands wandering up his chest until they land lazily on the nape of his neck; you’re playing softly with the tufts of his hair, enjoying the way he practically melts into you.

You’re more than surprised when his other hand finds your waist, holding onto you tightly as he turns— pressing your back into the counter as he stands between your legs, your dress beginning to ride up. 

“Baby,” you call out, a sigh escaping you as he begins to trail down your neck, the feeling of his hair brushing against your skin making you more sensitive, “baby, what are you…” 

Your words die on your tongue the moment his hips roll into yours. 

You’re done for, that’s all you can think as his hold turns firm, holding you in place as he begins grinding into you— a small sigh leaves you, and you can feel the way your stomach flips the moment he lets out a needy whine against your neck.

“Thought you wanted to wait,” you say, pulling him back up as you stare into his eyes, wondering just what has gotten into him— he didn’t drink, he’s the designated driver (you didn’t drink, either)— but his eyes seem to be hazy and sure as he stares down at you, the look in his eyes new, yet familiar.

“Can’t…” he sighs out, unable to stop himself as he presses into you— you suppress a sound at the feeling of him pressing against you so perfectly, “you look so pretty.” 

You’ve never felt so nervous before— he makes you nervous, his stare intense as you feel your knees weakening, your resolve crumbling as you gulp tensely. 

“Do… you want to go home?”

He nods. 

Your hand finds his in the blink of an eye, and before you know it, you’re weaving through the guests to find Yeojin.

“We’re leaving,” you say, hoping that your reasoning isn’t too obvious as Kai hovers behind you.

“So soon? It’s not even midnight yet,” she says, leaning in so you can hear her over the music. Yeojin seems surprised by your words, taking in your apologetic smile and the way Kai fidgets nervously behind you; she pauses before she nods understandingly, much to your relief. 

And as you bid her goodbye, you can’t help but feel your heart beginning to pound harshly against your chest as you make your way out, Kai’s hand secure on the small of your back the entire time. 

❅ ❅ ❅

“You’re such a tease,” you mumble, your lips stuck as Kai refuses to part from you for a second. He’s glued to you, your back pressed firmly against the door to his apartment as he lets his hands wander, smoothing down your hips and going back up, the fabric of your dress bunching up from his actions. 

“Sorry, I just…” his apologies fall on deaf ears as you hook your leg around his waist, bringing him in closer as you allow yourself to deepen the kiss. You’ve never seen him like this, needy and uncontrollable as he holds onto you tightly, trying to bring you closer even though your body is already pressed against his, the feeling of his warm skin against yours driving you mad. 

When you release your grip on him, your leg coming back down as your foot softly lands on the floor, you find your stomach dipping as you hear him whine from the loss. Grinning, your hands find themselves on his chest, pushing him back as you send him a coy smile. 

“This won’t do. Why don’t you take me to bed, baby?”

You don’t need to tell him twice— you barely get to breathe before he’s acting on your command, bringing you back in as his hands find themselves on the backs of your thighs, your mind barely catching up with him before they’re wrapped around his waist, a small grunt leaving him as he picks you up. 

“When did you get this strong?” You sigh, the feeling of him placing needy kisses along the expanse of your neck and chest making your eyes flutter shut— you can feel his muscles flex underneath you, impressed with the way he’s able to carry you to bed with ease. 

“Did it just for you,” He smiles, laying you down as he hovers over you. You scoff, hitting his chest jokingly as you try to pretend that his words didn’t fluster you. Gently, you cup his cheek, smiling fondly as you take his features in.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You ask, watching the way his eyes darken at the question; he sighs softly, eyes flitting to your lips as he nods.

“Need you to tell me, baby.” Your voice is barely audible as you tell him, tilting your head as you wait for him to respond. You watch him gulp, his cheeks flushing cutely as he’s suddenly unable to look you in the eye. Gently, you tilt his head back to you, prompting him to look at you as you raise your brows expectantly.

“Yes, I’m sure,” he sighs, not wasting another second before he’s closing the gap between the two of you. He can feel you smiling against his lips again, a feeling that makes him weak as he waits for your next move. And when you’re asking him to move, switching positions so you’re straddling him, he can’t bring himself to be surprised.

“You’re so pretty…” he mumbles, looking up at you in awe. You grin down at him, just as needy as him as you found yourself in the same position you were in a couple of hours ago— only, he seems much more sure of himself as you stare at him, your thighs soft and warm as he runs his hands over them soothingly. 

“You are too,” you say, the words slipping from you without a second thought as your hips begin to grind against him— you’re dizzy, able to feel how hard he is underneath you, how perfectly he slots against you. His eyes threaten to flutter shut at the sensation, a choked sound escaping him as his hand finds themselves gripping onto your hip; slowly, he pushes you down on him, guiding your movements subtly as his hips jump up ever so often. 

“Feels so good,” you sigh, your lips right next to his ear as you allow him to hear every pleasured sound that escapes you; it only manages to spur him more, soft whimpers and moans escaping him as he loses himself in the feeling of you. Leaning back, you press your hands firmly against his chest, grasping his attention as his eyes meet yours— they’re bleary and hazed with pleasure, already losing his composure despite you just beginning.

“When was the last time you did anything like this?” You tease, biting at your lip as you slow your pace, sitting firmly on top of him as you feel the way he throbs against you; his whines from the loss of stimulation are tempting, but you stand your ground as you wait for a response, much more interested in undoing his button up as you wait for him to speak.

“It’s…” you can tell he’s hesitant, his mind dizzy at the feeling of you slowly undoing his shirt— your fingers are mischievous as they trail down, tracing along his bare chest as your gentle gaze coaxes him to only answer with what he’s comfortable; in the end, he can feel his face heating up as he finds the courage to admit it. 

“I… haven’t really…” you’re unable to stop the way your brows raise in surprise, your movements ceasing at his words, ready to take things slower for him— but he continues, pushing past his shyness as he looks away from you. “It’s been a while. I’m not very experienced.”

He might just be the death of you— especially with the way he’s so sweet and shy, unable to look you in the face in fear of you reacting badly— but why would you, when he seems so eager to learn?

 “That’s okay,” you softly coo, your hands breaching past the material of his shirt as you run your hands down the expanse of his chest; he’s warm, his breaths stuttering as you teasingly run your nails along his chest— slowly, you make your way down, untucking his shirt before you’re wandering back up his chest and to his shoulders.

“Just makes things more fun for me,” you grin, mischievous as always as you lean in, pressing a soft kiss on his lips before you’re gesturing for him to take his shirt off— you allow yourself to sit back and admire him as he does so immediately.           

It’s endearing to watch him turn shy under your heated gaze, unable to stop yourself from admiring his smooth skin— your hands are eager to explore, feeling the sturdiness of his muscles, dipping down to his waist as you watch him flinch from the way your nails tease his skin, the rise and fall of his chest slowing and deepening as he waits for your next move.

You can tell he’s beginning to grow impatient; it’s amusing watching him become antsy as the feeling of your body, soft and warm, on top of his, just isn’t enough; he wants to feel you.

There’s no need for words as he begins to tug the hem of your dress up, suddenly impatient with the need to touch you, to pleasure you. And you allow him to, assisting him as you finally take your dress off, unable to fight the nerves that come with him seeing you like this for the first time— but one look in his eyes is enough to reassure you once again. 

He’s unsure of how to control himself as he takes you in, choosing to pull you in for another kiss instead; you’re surprised by how needy he is, looming over you until he’s switching positions, your back pressed against his bed as he hovers over you once more.

“Can I…” he’s unable to finish his sentence, refusing to part from you as his hands tentatively meet your waist— his hands are big as they smooth up and down your body, unable to stop the shivers that wrack through you from the feeling. Pushing him back, you smile, meeting his needy gaze with a soft laugh. 

“You can do anything you want to me.” 

A moment passes as he looks down at you, deciphering whether or not you mean it— you’re so pretty under him, not an ounce of doubt or hesitation showing through as your eyes meet his; they’re just as needy and impatient as his. Gulping, he slowly nods, hoping that you don’t notice how shaky his hands are as they slowly breach past the waistband of your panties. 

Slowly, he drags the material down, his inexperience shining through as you watch him keenly— he’s hesitant in all his movements, careful to keep an eye on your reactions in hopes that he’s doing okay. Slowly, he eases himself onto his stomach, situating himself between your legs as he takes you in— needy, wet, and so pretty. 

“Huening,” you purr out, the sound of his surname coming from your lips in such a tone catching him off guard; he hopes you didn’t catch the way his hips ground into the mattress, the sound of your deep and commanding voice making him melt. 

It’s only natural that your hand finds itself wound in his hair— he looks so cute as you watch the way he stares up at you expectantly, his eyes fluttering shut as you tug teasingly at his roots.

“What’s wrong baby?” You coo, unable to hide the way your arousal only builds up as he seems helpless, sitting up as he moves to kneel as well. He smiles sheepishly at your question, biting at his lip before he answers you. 

“I’m not sure what to do. I’ve never…” at the tilt of your head, he clears his throat, hands holding onto your waist as he leans in, his lips begging to be kissed as he pouts. “I want to please you.” 

You raise your brows— now it’s you who doesn’t know what to say. 

“You want me to show you?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, your voice a whisper as you watch him nod eagerly. 

“I want you to use me.” 

A breathless laugh is all that leaves you— you wait, looking for any hesitation, regret, uncertainty— but all you see in those eager eyes is a genuine impatience, a smile easing itself on his face as he takes in your flustered face. Slowly, he leans in, placing a kiss below your ear, his hands on your hips dragging you closer to him as he whispers, his words so quiet you could miss it if you didn’t pay attention. 

“Will you ride my face?” 

You gulp, feeling weak from his words as you slowly nod— and, like always, he’s eager to move, ready for you to get comfortable as he lays expectantly. 

“You…” you gulp, your knees dipping the bed down as you hover above his chest— his hands rub up and down your thighs, surprised to see him grinning mischievously for once; god, is that what you looked like? 

“You’re sure about this?” 

“Yes,” this new side of him is lethal— patting your thighs, he gestures for you to move up, eyes lidded as he looks up at you. “Please… I want you so bad, want to taste you.” 

His begging is quiet and whiny as he continues, making your knees weak as you finally scoot up; his lips are parted in awe as he stares up at you, licking his lips in anticipation as you hover over him— your pussy is enticing as a shaky sigh escapes him, the feeling of his breath on your core making you jump in surprise. 

“Just…” slowly, you reach down to push his hair from his face, his eyes closing in contentment as you do so— your other hand holds onto the headboard, leaning forward for support as you speak. “Don’t be afraid to stop, if it gets to be too much.” 

The look he sends you feels like a strike of lighting on your spine— your body is hot and tingly as he sends you a coy smile, gripping your hips as he gestures for you to move down. 

“Don’t worry about me.” 

Eager. That’s all you can think to describe Kai as he finally gets a taste of you, the feeling of his tongue flattening against your slit making you jump in surprise— the moan you let out after is uncontrollable, the feeling of him licking a strip along your pussy making your eyes fall shut. 

His lips find your clit soon after, sucking and teasing it as he tries to gauge what makes you tremble above him— his tongue circles along it slowly as he stares up at you, in awe of the way you react to his every movement. It isn’t long before he’s back to your slit, his tongue slowly breaching your hole before it retreats; you’d never thought he’d ever tease you like this, and you’re finding yourself to be much more impatient than you expected. 

Hueningkai thinks he might just die happy the moment your hips begin to grind down on his face. 

The sounds that leave your lips are heavenly to him, only managing to spur him on as he lets you ride him, his tongue finally entering you as you whimper; his hips jump up pathetically at the sound, desperate to feel something. 

“Ah, fuck…” you sigh, feeling him press harder against you— his jaw is left wide open as he takes you in, tongue working hard to collect all the essence that spills out of you; his eyes flutter shut as he moves his head side to side, nose brushing against your clit as he feels you clench around his tongue. 

“Shit, Huening—!” You’re nothing but a mess above him, surprised by how quickly you find yourself grinding down on him, desperate to reach the high that only looms over you. Your hand grips the headboard as you lose yourself, thighs clamping slightly around his head as a yelp escapes you— you’re crashing down before you know it, shaky sounds escaping you as he doesn’t stop his motions for a second.

“Huening,” you moan out softly, attempting to rise from your position before his strong hands are bringing you back down. 

“Again,” he whines under you, the sight of his face glistening from under you making your stomach flip— his eyes are determined as he holds you in place, running his tongue along his top lip as he persists, “wanna see you do that again.” 

“You’re fucking insane,” laughing softly, you shake your head, unable to deny the way your body is already asking for more— and he’s eager to provide, bringing you back down to him as he begins again. 

You’ve never pinned Kai to be like this— putting your pleasure above his, moaning against your pussy as he feels you clench down on him; he’s ruthless, sucking up your juices eagerly as he feels the way your legs shake, still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

It isn’t long before you’re cumming against his face again— your body heavy against his face as you grind on him, your hand pulling carelessly at his roots as you lose yourself in the feeling.

“Baby, oh god…” you moan out, not surprised to find his strong arms keeping you in place— you’re not so sure of who’s leading who at this point, but as Kai continues to push you to another orgasm, you wouldn’t be surprised if he decided to flip the script on you. 

“Shit, shit shit shit!” You gasp, your legs shaking as you struggle to sit up— your hand is pushing against Kai’s forehead as he attempts to clean you up, a coy smile stuck on his face as you hover over him, panting heavily as you lean your head against the hand that was holding onto the headboard. 

He allows you to take a second as his lips pepper kisses along your inner thighs, teasing tongue lapping at your cum that has dripped down. 

“You…” you sigh out, sitting back on his chest as you laugh incredulously— he simply stares at you innocently, as though his chin weren’t glistening and his face wasn’t flushed, his pretty hair splayed along his pillow like a halo, pretty lips parted so he could catch his breath. 

“You’re insatiable,” you comment scooting down before you’re sitting on his clothed crotch— he groans, grinding up at you desperately as he throws his head back against the pillow. 

“Could’ve gone for more.” 

“I thought you said you didn’t know how?” You muse, fingers teasingly beginning to unbutton his pants; slowly, you pull the zipper down, already feeling the way he throbs in anticipation. He shakes his head in amusement, arms splayed out on the bed as he closes his eyes.

“Just did what I thought was right.” 

“So you’re a natural…” you tease, dragging his pants down as you signal for him to lift his hips; he follows your command naturally, trying to hide the way he quickly becomes antsy. Your fingers are ghosting along the waistband of his boxers, watching the way his stomach flinches at the unexpected contact. After a while, he whines, needy and desperate as he raises his head to look at you.

“Can you please touch me?” He asks quietly, shy and whiny as he stressed his plea. “Please, I want to feel you…” 

His begging makes you feel weak— you could never say no to him. Slowly, your fingers ease themselves under his waistband, pulling it down as you finally free his cock— it’s hard and needy, pulsing desperately as a trail of precum spurts out, a soft whimper leaving him as you blow on it teasingly, his cock jumping at the feeling.  

“Agh, I need you…” he trails off, the feeling of your soft thighs against his driving him mad— he feels dizzy the moment your hand wraps around him, warm and firm as you watch in amusement the way his hips jump up at the feeling. 

“Oh—“ he chokes on his own words, feeling the way your thumb brushes along his tip, spreading his precum along your hand as you slowly begin pumping him, “ohhhh…. You’re so…” 

Your name is stuck in his lips as he moans out, his hands fisting at the sheets as you quicken your pace. Slowly, you lean down, watching him carefully as your tongue darts out to lick his tip— his reaction is immediate. 

“Ah!” He whimpers, throwing his head back with a whine of your name. His hips jump uncontrollably, eager to meet your mouth as you slowly wrap your lips around the head of his cock— your hand is still pumping him, trying your best to not break out into a smile at the way he weakens from the feeling of you. 

Your mouth is so hot and wet, sucking around him perfectly as you begin to take him deeper, deeper, and deeper. He’s never felt this before, and before he can hold back, his hips jump up, his eyes widening as his hand finds itself resting on your head.

“Fuck— sorry,” he says, breathless as he feels you continue, seemingly unphased by his actions, “god, you just feel so… so good.”

It’s lewd, the way your spit begins to trail along his length, your mouth slowly trailing back up as you release him with a pop. The smile on your face makes him feel weak, shakily exhaling as your hand continues where your mouth left off. 

“It’s okay baby,” you say, picking up your pace as you watch his eyes fall shut, “I don’t mind.” 

He can feel the pleasure becoming overwhelming, the sound of your sweet voice coaxing him making his head spin, hips fucking into your hand as your mouth latches onto the tip, your tongue only bringing him closer as you lap at him. His sounds turn sweeter, louder, and you know he’s close by the way his cock twitches in your mouth. Glancing up at him, you watch as his eyes are shut tight, brows furrowed as he becomes restless— your name is stuck in his mouth, the only thing he can bring himself to say as it falls effortlessly from his lips; he’s close, oh so close. 

Then, it all stops. 

“What…?” The look on his face is priceless— he pouts at you, watching as you move to straddle him, a grin breaking out on your face the moment you make eye contact. “That’s not fair.” 

Innocently, you shrug, watching the way he twitches as you grab him, aligning yourself with him as you hover over him. 

“Wait—“ he says, reaching out to you as you freeze at his words, “A condom— uh, there’s one in my drawer over there.”

“Do you want one?” You ask, tilting your head as you watch him go speechless. 

“Well…” he’s hesitant, unsure of what to say as he trails off.

“I don’t,” you say, reassuring him with a smile, “birth control.” 

You watch him gulp, eyes glazed as he slowly nods— you can feel him throbbing against you, a small okay escaping his lips as he allows himself to relax. Leaning forward, you press a kiss against his cheekbone, whispering in his ear teasingly as you glide his tip along your slit— he can barely process what you tell him. 

“If you don’t cum before me, I’ll let you cum inside,” you tease, a grin on your face as you lean back; his eyes are wide as he processes what you say, already feeling the way you tease yourself with his tip.

“But—“ he stops, a soft sigh escaping the two of you as you finally slip the tip in, “I— I won’t last long, fuck.”

Unfortunately for him, that’s exactly what you’re counting on. 

Your pace is brutal from the start— he’s biting at his lip to prevent his whines to spill out, but it’s not really helping; you’re so tight and warm, he feels dizzy as your hips smack against his, your thighs encasing him so nicely as he watches your breasts bounce from your bra.

You can feel him throbbing— he stretches you so nicely, the need to make him cum first a priority as you push past the way your legs are already becoming sore. Carelessly, you reach behind you, eager to take your bra off as Kai’s eyes never leave yours— his hands immediately encase your breasts, the feeling of his fingers teasing your nipples making you clench around him; his mind blanks instantly. 

“Agh, shit,” he’s melting under you as you do it again, feeling the way his hips are eager to meet yours, chasing after a high that you already know is close. 

“Fuck, wait—“ his words are cut off with a whine, throwing his head back as he feels his cock beginning to twitch, the need to cum after you denied him fogging his brain, “gonna cum, no— fuck,” 

Laughing, you lean down, placing a hand next to his head as you wait for him to look at you— his eyes are shiny and dazed as they meet yours, lips parted as he tries to lean up to kiss you.

“It’s okay,” you coo, putting your last efforts into quickening your pace; he groans, shaking his head as he realizes you’re doing it on purpose, your incentive nothing but a lie to tease him, “you can cum.” 

The way you sweetly coo his name after does it for him, your pussy warm and perfect as it clenches around him, the feeling of your lips crashing against his making him sigh in contentment. 

You’re ready to climb off him after feeling the last of his cum spurt inside you, but you’re not sure why you’re so surprised as Kai quickly flips the two of you, a small yelp leaving your lips as his hips begin to move— he’s a mess as he tucks his head into the crook of your neck, fucking his cum back into you and pressing his body flush against yours.

“Kai— oh shit,” you moan, surprised by the way he manages to fuck you despite the overstimulation, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room as he begins to piston into you. 

“You just,” he whines, his hand going down to grip your waist, pulling your hips flush against his as he rolls his hips into you, “you feel so good. Wanna make you cum.” 

In short, Hueningkai was obsessed with you. He couldn’t get enough, the need to feel you cumming around his cock sending him into a frenzy as he currently found himself fucking you past the overstimulation, quickly finding pleaure heating up again as you clenched around him, a moan escaping you as he brushed against a certain spot; it didn’t take long before he was aiming solely for that spot, his pelvis grinding against your clit as he did everything he could to make you feel good. 

“Kai, Kai,” you chant, breathless and dizzy from the way he fucked you, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten as you grab onto his shoulders, nails digging in and leaving small indents in his skin. 

The moment you finally clench around him, he pulls away, eager to watch your face contort into pleasure as you begin to gush around his cock; it isn’t long before he’s cumming inside you again, still thrusting into you softly as it slowly begins to leak out— you’re a panting mess as you meet his gaze— there’s an undeniable fire in his eyes, the sight only making your stomach sink in anticipation. 

You already know what he’s about to say by the way his hips grind softly against yours, his cock already beginning to stir inside you. 

“Can you give me one more?”

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“Order for Huening!” Your hands encase the two coffee cups instantly, thanking the barista before you hand one to your boyfriend; staring at the pretty name, you can’t help the way a smile breaks onto your face. 

It seems you’ve done it again; you’ve managed to achieve exactly what you wanted— his hand is comforting as you two walk into the office together, firm on the small of your back as he leads you to your office first; he’s hesitant to leave, but does so nonetheless the second you glare at him playfully— Yeojin approaches you after, shaking her head in disbelief. 

“Wow,” she says, leaning against the doorframe of your office as she watches her friend walk away— not without sparing you one last glance, of course, “you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.” 

“Yup,” you say, the pleased smile on your face only making Yeojin laugh.

“Try telling everyone here,” she comments, watching the way you only shrug carelessly, “everyone thinks he’s the one leading the relationship; except me, of course— granted, I’m the only one who is actually friends with him, so it’s a given that….”

Yeojin continues rambling, but you don’t pay much attention to it— after all, if they could only see your boyfriend, drunk off you and eager to please, you’re sure they’d change their minds immediately. 

But, that’s a sight for only you to see. 

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[liyawritesss]

summertime crushin’

Characters: MCU!Shuri Udaku x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Fic

Word Count: 1.7k

Synopsis: In Shuri’s attempts to follow in her brother's footsteps and continue his work with the Wakandan International Outpost Facilities, she finally takes up Riri’s offer to visit Chicago. However, she isn’t sure if it's the intense summertime heat that has her face burning or the incredibly talented dance choreographer Riri is friends with.

Warnings: cursing

A/N: For the two dances mentioned: the first is “Killing Me Softly” by Lauryn Hill, choreography by Evan Miller (0:08-2:10), and the second is “BMO” by Ari Lennox, choreography by YeoJin (0:00-1:15), of which (Y/N) is the middle dancer with coloured hair. I’ve had this idea since FOREVER and finally had enough of it swimming in my head, so I finally wrote it down. Hope you all enjoy!

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“So the arts are a prominent aspect of the city’s identity?”

“We don’t got our own Broadway title for nothin’, Shuri.”

Shuri could admit to herself that she never thought much of the US outside of the horrible government leadership and the plethora of pathetic white supremacists who hid behind a thin veil of patriotism. She admired her brother’s work, though, with wanting to provide more than adequate resources to black communities all over the US, and as her new title required her to take up the work in question, it only made sense that she’d cut her vacation in Haiti short to get acclimated to the work her brother and mother maintained.

Shuri could also admit that the immense creativity and artistry from members of the Lost Tribe gave her a culture shock she didn’t know she needed to prepare herself for. Even in her mid-twenties, the queen-presumptive had so much to learn about the people who had been stripped of their lineage and ripped from the motherland. No amount of reading or digesting news reports could amount to actually witnessing it in person.

Which is exactly why Riri, Shuri’s self appointed guide to all things Chicago, was escorting the scientist around all the most notable establishments pertaining to all this visual and performance art. From the Chicago Art Museum to watching bands play on corners of sidewalks, Shuri never found herself bored or tired of the activities. And next on the list of places to visit was a storefront  dance studio belonging to a friend of the young engineer, of which Riri was rather ecstatic about, as she hadn’t seen this friend since their highschool days.

Shuri didn’t know what to expect when she entered into the storefront dance studio, following Riri in close pursuit so as to not get lost amongst the other bodies leaving the space. Her only exposure to black American dance was from short clips online she had searched up as a child. Though in an ever changing society, the dark skinned woman was sure that what she had been exposed to prior would surely not be the same as what she would be walking into now.

Shuri is pulled into a room that’s blasting music from the speakers, a song from a voice the queen-presumptive remembers belongs to that of the infamous Lauryn Hill. The robust deepness of the rapper’s voice rises goosebumps along Shuri’s skin, bare and showing her deeply melanated tone. She’s in a forest green tank top that emphasizes her shoulders, her golden necklace housing her panther suit rested neatly around her neck. Black shorts clothed her legs, stopping just above her knees, and on her feet for a pair of strapped slides similar to ones her brother wore long ago. Of course, one could not forget the black shade which hid her eyes, and the majority of her identity, from everyone around her.

Compared to Riri, who wears a white cropped tank, black jogging pants and white AF1’s, the engineer looks much more prepared for a dance class than Shuri is, but she was quickly assured that they wouldn’t be dancing, but rather, watching a few of the dances done by the students within the class. It eased Shuri for a moment, until she walked into the dance space with the loud music reverberating through the walls of the studio. With the melody and bass over taking her body, Shuri couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

“This is one of the best dance studios in the city,” Riri says over the music as the two make their way to the front of the crowd of students, “they do everything from Hip-Hop to R&B, and everything in between.”

Shuri nods along as she takes note of the three men standing in the middle of the crowd. They seem to be hyping themselves up up as the first part of the Lauryn Hill song plays, preparing for their routine.

“You about to get a taste of what real art looks like.” Riri muses, as the aforementioned men take their places as the first chorus of the song ends, and the second verse, and ultimately, their routine, begins.

Firstly, Shuri hadn’t expected for the male dancers to have such languid movements. The smoothness of their steps and transitions between each move seemed flawless, and she soon found herself entranced by the dance routine paired with the music playing. Much more, she notes just how happy they are at the moment. The popping and locking is precise, each one garnering a roar from their audience, in turn spreading smiles across the dancers faces. It feels their energy, keeping the precision consistent with the execution of each move. Even as one dancer falls off at what seems to be the end of the official routine, two of them stay on the main floor. They feed off of each other’s energies, dancing around each other in a near touch that shows the trust in each other and the intuition of each dancer. They move as if they’re reading each others mind, circling and molding around each other in a way Shuri had never seen before. And by the end of the performance, the queen-presumptive finds herself yearning for more.

“Bast”, Shuri gasps in shock, “I’ve never seen anything like this. Not even back home!”

Riri encourages Shuri’s amazement, engaging with her in reveling about the choreography they had just witnessed. Her attention is taken when she feels a tap on her shoulder, and when Riri turns around, she releases a shriek of happiness as she embraces the person who’d come up to her.

Shuri is able to get a good look at the person when Riri pulls away. A woman of melanated skin, sun-kissed and glossed over undoubtedly by perspiration, sporting a gray jogging suit set with the hoodie bunched up and hiked over on one shoulder, revealing a black sports bra underneath.

“You made it, Ri!” You exclaim in your embrace of the engineer, hugging her tight as a long lost friend should. “Fuck, I’m so glad youre here; it’s been years!”

“I heard you were back in town, I knew exactly where yo’ ass was gon’ be.” Riri replies, gesturing for you to step forward to be introduced to Shuri.

“This is the friend I told you I was bringing.” Riri reminds, earning a gentle smile from you to Shuri. “Shuri, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), Shuri.”

You held your hand out for a handshake, but Shuri is too distracted by how pretty you are. “It’s nice to meet you,” you greet, “I’ve never met a queen before. Hope it’s not awkward…?”

“No, no,” Shuri quickly reassures, raising her hand to finally take yours in your greeting, “not awkward at all. And the pleasure is mine.”

Shuri isn’t sure what caught her attention first - the fact that you’re half exposed with your hoodie only properly being on half way, exposing your toned stomach from what Shuri suspects is years of dance, or the way your eyes glisten with excitement, or the way your skin is glowing. She just knows that you’re very pretty and it’s making her look like a fool in front of someone she just met. And she doesn’t do well when that happens.

“My piece is up next,” you say, which brings Shuri out of her head and causes her ears to burn slightly, as she was so stuck in her thoughts, she hadn’t realized that her hand still held yours in a firm grip. She quickly pulls it away, muttering a quiet apology in return, but you reassure her that she was alright, “you guys sticking around after?”

“Hell yeah we are,” Riri hurriedly answers, “you owe me lunch, cuz you got some explaining to do about how you just dipped and ain’t say shit.”

“Fine, fine,” You relent, “lunch on me. We’ll figure it out when I’m done, cool?”

Though you don’t give them much time to respond, as you’re already backing away as you hear your song being played over the speakers, and your dance partners already in place. Riri throws you a quick thumbs up, granting you the relief you need for jogging out onto the dance floor.

Shuri’s eyes follow you intently as you meet up with the two other dancers located on the floor. She, however, feels a pair of eyes on her, and turns to meet Riri, who has a look on her face that Shuri can only akin to smugness.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Shuri questions slowly, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Hm,” Riri humans, “nun’.”

“Don’t do that!” Shuri groans.

“Do what?” Riri asks. “I ain’t do nun’...I just peep shit and keep it movin’.”

“Exactly,” Shuri responds, “and what exactly did you ‘peep’-?”

“Shhhh,” Riri shushes Shuri as the melody for the verse comes in, “they’re starting!”

It doesn’t take much effort for Shuri’s attention to shift directly onto you, and she’s actually glad she has these shades on, because she has an idea of what Riri says she ‘peeped’, and the intensity of her stare would have given Riri all the proof she needed to confirm her suspicions.

From the very start of the music, your body moves fluidly, as if you were a deity of water, at home in your element. There’s a certain aura you carry - one of power and respect that you’re sure has earned you your place in this studio. Each and every one of your moves garners a roar of encouragement from the audience, and it spurs you on more and more, feeding off of the crowd's energy. The suave and swag that oozes from your persona has everyone on the edge of their seat. It becomes clear to Shuri that you weren’t just a dancer for entertainment. This was your very lifestyle, and you’ve made it your identity in every way imaginable. She watched as life was breathed into you on the dance floor, spurred on by the crowd’s hype, feeding into your ego. 

And by the time your set has finished, Shuri finds herself falling in love with Chicago a little bit more, and experiencing her first summertime crush.

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[kairoot]

cupid. | a mini series

play cupid by fifty fifty

pairing : cupid!heeseung x fem!reader

genre : fluff, humor, romance, maybe angst (idk everything isn’t figured out yet lollll)

synopsis : cupid is so dumb— you know how you get shot by cupid and you and someone else are supposed to fall in love? yeah, well not in your case. for some reason, you’re incapable of falling in love with anyone. you’ve had failed dates, people dump you, etc. but no matter what, it never works out. that was until you met.. the Cupid, himself.

story featuring : sumin, yeojin, jay, mentions of jake

more chapters will be added later on.

EPISODES ▶︎

1. cupid, you say?

2. no love

please don’t copy, translate or repost my works to any other platform | © 2023 kairoot

taglist: @haechansbbg @yannew (message or comment to be added) - bold marks people whos tags are disabled

[wontheworld]

“I’m sorry”

Paring: fem!reader x bf!Sunghoon

Genre: sad fluff (?), semi-jealousy

Summary: y/n and Sunghoon get into a argument and ignore each other, until one of them apologizes

Warnings: none really but tell if there is

Notes: Notes: not proofread! English is not my first language (Ik English more than my native language 😭), slayyy!!

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y/n and Sunghoon sat quietly at their dinner table. The atmosphere felt really stuffy, really suffocating.

They had a argument over the most stupidest thing; Sunghoon always being jealous and y/n always defending herself.

“I’m going to take a shower first.” She said coldly getting up from the table and putting her plate in the sink.

What also was annoying is that they both can get really cold, and I mean really cold. When he went low she went lower.

He didn’t say anything and she went to their shared room getting ready to take a shower.

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She brushed her teeth after coming out the shower looking at herself in the mirror. She didn’t do anything wrong, but hang out with Sunoo and apparently Sunghoon didn’t like that.

“excuse me.” He said walking in on her getting ready to take a shower himself. She rinsed her toothbrush off and turned the water off and walked out the bathroom.

She sighed. “Why does he always do this?” She said to herself as she walked downstairs with a blanket ready to sleep on the couch

“Hello?” Her friend Yeojin answered, as y/n sighed in relief of her picking up the phone.

“Yeojin, he’s being jealous again.” She said

Yeojin sighed on the other line “You guys need to make up! I know you guys are really stubborn and stuff but please come on” Yeojin said as y/n frowned

she teared up a bit “Yeojin I-“ she broke down in tears quietly

“Don’t cry y/n it’ll be fine just give him some time he’ll be apologizing in no time okay babe?” She spoke

Yeojin tried comforting the crying girl, but no avail. Y/n just told her to hang up she didn’t want to waste her friends time for her crying.

Eventually she fell asleep. Sunghoon came downstairs and gently smiled at her sleeping figure.

He frowned at seeing the dried up tears on her face. He didn’t want her crying; “I’m sorry y/n I didn’t mean to yell at you.” he whispered

“Hoon?” She said groggily

He grinned at her “Hey baby.” He said softly brushing her hair as she leaned in to his touch.

“I’m sorry hoon, I-“ she said but he cut her off

“No y/n I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so aggressive I know Sunoo is you’re friend and I needed to respect that.” He stated making her smile at him.

“come here I missed being in your arms.” She said opening his arms and he went around the couch to hug her.

They hugged for a while as y/n cried into his shoulder and he let out silent tears.

“Let’s get upstairs and get in bed spending 5 hours alone in bed was not my cup of tea.” He said making her laugh as she followed him up the stairs.

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©️wontheworld

Slayyy!! I kinda like this one ngl I ate ig

Song for today:

[dkakapizzaboy]

Masterlist || Part 1

Category : Smut (NSFW, MINORS DNI)

Pairing: Seungcheol x Fem Reader (AU office setting!)

Words: 3.1k approx

Warnings: Smut (Sex), Jealousy, A kind of Sleazy side character, Mentions of Sex Dreams (that’s about it I think, lmk if anything else should be added)

A/N: It’s new year here as I’m typing this, hope you have a happy and healthy 2023! A big thanks to @onlyseokmins and @junhui-recs for their endless support and encouragement as I struggled with this.

Taglist: @junhui-recs

Feedback always helps!

You made your way into the lobby of the five star hotel where your office's annual Christmas party/ charity event was being held. You had a halter style backless gown on, in a deep navy blue, with a simple set of diamond earrings you'd purchased after saving up for a year.

You felt confident.

You felt hot.

But there was only a slight issue.

When Seungcheol had offhandedly commented that you'd probably not be using your plus one pass, you'd rebelliously told him that you actually had a date to bring.

Which was obviously an utter lie but seeing Seungcheol's eyes widen and jaw tighten was well worth it. He'd vehemently declared then, that he too would be bringing a date as well.

You'd looked through your contacts to find a decent person to take with you but you weren’t able to find anyone who was willing or available on such a short notice. That left all the not-so-decent people you knew. And unfortunately the only not so decent person who was available was your ex (well you'd only been on 4 dates back in college) Taeyong. He was hot, and intellegent but a little bit too touchy for your liking. But you determined that you'd rather handle him for four hours than go alone and be bested by Seungcheol.

Speaking (thinking) of Seungcheol, you remembered how he used to hate Taeyong back in the day. There was that one time Seungcheol had accidentally walked in on you two making out at one of the parties when Taeyong had his hand under your shirt, had screamed his head off about locking the door, and his commotion had effectively killed any mood for romance that night. You'd broken it off with Taeyong not long after.

Anyways, back to present day, you stood with Taeyong, waiting for the elevator to take you down to the basement hall where the party was being held. You saw Seungcheol coming in, hand in hand with a gorgeous girl in a pretty white dress, and for some reason, you felt like yanking their hands away from each other.

Seungcheol saw you first, looking like every man's dream with the low cut backless dress and he visibly gulped. He then saw who were standing with and for lack of a better proverb, he saw red. Taeyong was literally a piece of shit, why did you have to bring him of all people. In his rage, Seungcheol squeezed his fists a bit too tightly, causing his date to audibly yelp from pain.

He quickly apologized to Yeojin, one of his childhood friends who had only agreed to come with him if he would babysit her little brother whenever she pleased during the winter break when she was out with her boyfriend.

Taeyong saw Seungcheol and gave a quick smirk his way before wrapping a hand around your waist, pulling you a bit closer than you were expecting. You begrudgingly went along, as you had to sell the act.

"Fancy seeing you here Seungcheol, oh right, you'd told me you both work together babe." Taeyong's acting was impressive, you had to admit.

Seungcheol introduced Yeojin to you as the four of you got in the lift. Seungcheol still had his jaw locked, trying to keep his anger at bay as his eyes kept focusing automatically on Taeyong's hand on your bare back.

He knew it was irrational to feel this way but he had never liked the guy. Even back in college, he seemed like a sleazer, bragging about his "number" to anyone who'd listen and frankly you were too good for him. He wouldn't admit it to himself even, but he was happy when you'd ended things off quickly back then.

The elevator dinged open and as you were about to greet your manager, he pointed towards the ceiling to the mistletoe hanging.

It was a silly old tradition, forcing people to fluster for others' enjoyment.

Seungcheol practically rolled his eyes as he gave Yeojin a quick peck on the cheek and eagerly looked towards the other pair.

Taeyong, on the other hand, took his sweet time, looking at you a bit too intimately for your liking before giving a kiss on the corner of your jaw, almost on your neck as his fingers slid down your back to rest right above your hip.

To anyone else, it would've looked innocent enough but Seungcheol was fuming. He didn't know if he was imagining things but you looked furious as well.

After greeting your manager, you pulled Taeyong to the side as you made it very clear in a fake, sweet smile, to tone it down a notch and a half, or you were going to break his fingers. Your terms were perfectly clear before coming in, all he had to do was stand by your side, smile at people and eat and drink whatever he wanted. It's not like Taeyong wasn't getting anything out of this "date". He worked for a hedge fund and this party was a gold mine of investors he could approach.

Taeyong left you to get you both drinks from the bar. He saw Seungcheol ahead of him, ordering drinks for his date and himself as well. It was the perfect opportunity to fuck with him.

Taeyong knew there was something under the surface between you and Seungcheol the moment he saw Seungcheol staring at you and practically (figuratively) drooling while you were waiting for the elevator. His suspicion was further confirmed when Seungcheol had looked at him like he wanted to punch him in the face when Taeyong had grabbed you by the waist.

Taeyong didn't really have anything against Seungcheol besides the fact that he'd cockblocked him that one time in college, his only chance to sleep with you.

He greeted Seuncheol with his old college nickname, like they were long lost friends.

"Scoups, so how many countries did you have to check off before you realised that home is indeed the sweet, sweet place to be."

Seungcheol didn't really want to talk to him, but he also didn't want to ignore him and potentially cause a scene, so he reluctantly continued the conversation.

" Three, but in six years, I realised that most of them are just lazy fuckers honestly. I like the challenge our home, as you aptly called it, offers." Scoups summarised, his thoughts taking him back to the college rivalry the two of you had shared and how much it had helped him grow.

"Oh I know exactly what you mean, see now last time if you remember, you had annoyingly cockblocked me with my beautiful date who I have with me today, but now, years later, I'm going to conquer this unfinished challenge, hopefully tonight," he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Taeyong knew he was pushing Scoups's buttons but he didn't really care. It was fun. There was also the fact that Taeyong knew you weren't really interested in him and he'd rather chase investors than chase someone who's interested in someone else. That wasn't really his vibe. So riling up Scoups didn't really impact him in any way negatively.

You were waiting for Taeyong when Seungcheol's date came up and stood next to you, seemingly because she didn't really know anyone else while he was also at the bar getting their drinks.

"So Yeojin," you awkwardly started a conversation to get rid of the suffocating silence that was starting to build," how did you and Seungcheol meet?"

"We both grew up together on the same street. So I've known him ever since we were kids." Yeojin replied as she finally saw Seungcheol coming back with their drinks.

She saw him eye you with something akin to longing, but his expression soon turned exasperated as your date caught upto him.

Seungcheol was really trying. If there was a god, it knew how hard Seungcheol was truly trying to not punch Taeyong where it hurt.The man was absolutely infuriating and to top that he couldn't stop picturing you and Taeyong, his hands on you, you moaning his na- yup he was going mad.

And it was all your fault, for inviting him while wearing that sexy dress and your pretty face and that damn low back- fuck he just really wanted to feel if the skin was indeed as soft as it looked, and how you'd react if he ran his fingers along the curve of your spine.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as your manager clinked his glass and started giving a toast, thanking everyone for their contribution to a noble cause and requesting everyone to join for a cheesy slow dance- like in the movies (he wanted to be funny).

As your manager's eyes fell on you and Seungcheol, you reluctantly pulled Taeyong to the dance floor, as did Seungcheol with Yeojin. It was a slow song, you both were gently swaying as your eyes landed on Seungcheol, who was facing you around 5 ft away. His eyes bore into yours, drawing you in as you gently swayed in the arms of Taeyong, but it felt like you were actually dancing with Seungcheol, as you could see his hand on Yeojin's back and you could almost, in some weird sort of telepathy, imagined him actually holding your waist, his hand on your bare back, one of yours on his neck, gently playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, while the other intertwined with his other hand.

The whole world had vanished, all you could see is the intensity with which he was looking at you, making you almost feel breathless.

Five feet away, Seungcheol was feeling the exact same emotions as you, your eyes, your lips pulling him. It's funny, when the evening had first started, he believed it was due to the dress, but as he recalled your previous interactions, he could always see something attracting him towards you, the way he was jealous of Taeyong, even back in college, the way he craved the competition with you as it was the only time you actually interacted with him, giving him your full attention and respect, it was all hitting him like one brick after the other.

After the song ended, Yeojin and Seungcheol excused themselves off the dance floor. Yeojin had received a message that her babysitter had a family emergency and so she would have to rush back home, her boyfriend was going to pick her up in a bit.

Seungcheol's hormones had completely taken over him within about three minutes, the duration of the first song. He was on auto pilot now, guided by his emotions, any cohesive, logical thoughts dulled by the loud thumping of his heart. His legs made way to where you and Taeyong were dancing, and he tapped Taeyong's shoulder.

"Mind if i cut in?" Seungcheol asked, his eyes never leaving yours.

Taeyong thought about saying no, but decided against it. If he were to get any investors from this event, it was imperative that he didn't cause a scene.

So he quietly excused himself to the side of the dance floor.

Seungcheol placed a hand on your lower back, and mentally cursed when he realised that your skin was way softer than he had been imagining in his wildest dreams.

His hands, one in yours, and the other one on your bare back was setting your skin ablaze. Especially because he'd unconsciously started rubbing his thumb up and down your spine. He was looking at you like you were the only one that mattered in the world, and suddenly everything clicked in place, and you didn't want to waste even a single second more.

He was about to speak, but you beat him to it.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

Never in a million years had he heard anything sexier.

"I saw Yeojin's wallpaper on her phone when she was standing next to me. It was her kissing another guy. I know she's not your girlfriend, and I brought Taeyong just because you commented that day that i didn't have anyone to use my plus one pass. It was stupid."

He didn't say anything for a few seconds, his silence had now started to make you nervous. Had you read the entire situation wrong? Oh god, how were you ever going to work in the same room again? What we-

"Your place or mine? Actually fucking scratch that, I can't fucking wait long enough to drive, let's just get a room here." Seungcheol growled in your ear, his composure was slipping and his fingers were curling against your back into a fist as he pulled you as close as he dared.

You were thankful he was supporting you as your legs went limp.

He smirked.

Fuck.

Both of you counted down the seconds for the song to end, a couple of minutes feeling like an eternity.

And when it finally did, neither of you had the patience to say goodbye to anyone as you both dashed off from the party.

But as it was you and Seungcheol, a couple of competitive souls, you had a quick quarrel at the reception counter as to who would pay for the room, fighting only feuling the desire. In the end it was decided that Seungcheol will give his card and you would pay him half later, or this was only be a one time thing, you'd warned.

The elevator was leading you up now, as both of you stood at the opposite ends of the elevator, a silent agreement to wait until you were in a 100% private setting, with no one to interrupt.

You knew in your bones he was going to make you see stars, by the way he was staring at you, devouring you with his eyes. Your felt a blush creeping up your face.

He didn't even wait for the door of your hotel room to fully close as he backed you up against the nearest wall, his knee between your legs, his hands on either side of you against the wall, his strong body cocooning you.

"Are you sure?" He rasped, his eyes boring into yours, your foreheads almost touching.

Fuck, was he always this hot?

He didn't wait for even a split of a second after you said yes, desperately joining his lips to yours.

He kissed you hard, years and years of emotions, that were long subdued by his brain, pouring into the kiss, with lip biting and teeth clanking.

There would be a next time where you'd both take your time to gently explore each other but tonight, this first time, you were both starving for each other.

He was now sucking your bottom lip between his when you suddenly froze, making his immediately stop and take a few steps back.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Do you want to stop?" He searched your face, his worry clearly evident in his eyes.

"We don't have a condom."

"Ooh, I always have one in my wallet, you know for emergencies like these." he said smugly.

"Oh really, and how often has this come to use?" You taunted him as you backed him the edge of the bed, taking off his blazer and tie.

Your hands had started to work on the buttons of his shirt as he answered sheepishly.

"Well, hoping that I'd get to use one today, exactly once. What, girls in the west usually had one with them so I never needed to use mine."

Your laugh died in your throat as you finally took off his shirt, your hands running across his well defined torso and shoulders.

"God really has his favorites," you purred as your hands and mouth started exploring his upper body, while he got to work trying to take your dress off, and miserably failing.

"For fuck's sake, how do you take this damn thing off?"

You lips murmured against his neck that there were buttons at the back of your neck.

You stepped out of the dress as he flipped positions and gently lowered your body on bed.

There was no awkwardness, no shyness, as if it wasn't your first time together, and he was looking at you like you were the eighth wonder of the world, with such awe, you felt beautiful.

His hands, followed by his lips, touched, kissed, sucked and licked down your body, learning what made you gasp and tighten your grip in his hair.

Seungcheol was in heaven, your quiet sounds and wandering hands making him harder and harder in his pants.

You decided you'd had enough foreplay for the first time, you were dangerously close to an orgasm, desperately craving to join your bodies together.

You pulled him up for a kiss as your hands worked on his belt and buttons of his trousers. You palmed him over his underwear and he let out an animalistic grunt, further fueling your arousal.

He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, never breaking the kiss, as he shoved his other hand between your legs, satisfied with how wet you were.

He quickly rolled the condom on and dived into you, left hand fondling your left nipple and right hand between your legs, rhythmically stroking your clit with his thumb.

The combination of this his hands and his thrusts made you dissolve into pleasure first, closely followed by him.

He rolled off of you and discarded the condom, you both now lay on the bed facing each, only hands touching as you come off of the high.

"Fuck, you don't know how many times I've had wet dreams of us like this over the years, you in that black dress you wore at the last college party. But this way, way fucking better than my imagination," you smile at him, as his fingers gently stroke your palm.

"Also, I think we can effectively say that I'm on top when it comes to sex" his eyes were now mischievous and you saw cocky smile on his face.

"Really? Because from my perspective you did all the work and I just laid there and enjoyed a mind blowing orgasm."

Cut to the party:

"10 bucks say they aren't coming back for another 20 minutes" Taeyong challenged Yeojin as they saw both of you zooming out.

"I'll bet a 100 that they're not coming back at all," your manager smiled knowlingly behind them, making them both jump.

It was about time.

A/N: Yeojin and Taeyong were the characters from The Golden Spoon, a show I recently finished. I linked the actors if you were curious what they looked like :)

[sunoopsis]

!!BESTFRIEND PERKS

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-> being childhood and best friends with THE hong eunchae definitely came with perks, such as getting to hang out with lesserafim (following them around like a lost dog)! after a bunch of things happening, you find yourself being a new member of lesserafim! other than the hesitation, everything seems to be nice! until music bank. along with your classmate, wonyoung, you see sunghoon, whos in the same group as you idol crush. and now youre wondering if the crush in question knows about your existence……..(he most definitely does)

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GENRE -> strangers 2 lovers, angst(?), fluff

PAIRING -> y.jw x fem??????? reader

WARNINGS -> yeojin as yn!(face claim), i may or may not try to mention haruto and garam as much as i can becos……..i love them💔

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profiles : yns babygirls | fearful girls | drunk

1 - WE LOST EUNCHAE AND YN????

2 - my emo gf :(

3 - why is the manager calling

4 - hesitation

5 - im so sorry (written)

6 - feeling fragile

7 - i love my job!!!!!

8 - antifragile

8 - wonyoung and SUNGHOON??? (written + smau)

tba!!!!!11!!111!

[fanfiction4sooya]

Tried to write something today but had two meetings one after the other and now my brain is fried 🥹 but here are the next stories I'll write:

- No rush (Yeji x Fem! Reader)

-Alpha Seulgi xF! Omega's first heat;

-Subby Alpha Seulgi;

-College au with Somi;

- Cam girl! Yeojin;

-Heejin smut;

-Bada smut.

(No particular order)