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moonshineboyz · 3 years

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Pairing: switch!Sunwoo x switch!fem reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: caught masturbating, handjob, edging, dirty talk i guess

masterlist ♡

kinktober masterlist ♡

You came home from grocery store and the whole house was dead quiet, expect from the faint sounds of what seemed to be moans, coming from the bedroom. You hurriedly but quietly enough left the plastic bags in the kitchen and went to the source of noise, the breathy moans getting louder as you approached the door.

Sunwoo was lying naked on the bed, you could tell he'd just taken a shower by the towel barely wrapped around his waist and the remaining droplets of water running down his tanned body from the chest to his abs, hair messy and damp almost covering his eyes. His hand was gripping his hard cock as his hips thrusted up and his eyes were closed shut, mouth agape letting out those beautiful sounds.

You stood there for a while just watching him and not knowing what to do or how to get his attention, but your thighs were pressed together.

"Too busy?" Sunwoo jumped with your sudden presence but didn't stop, only stared at you with eyes full of lust.

"Very busy. Are you gonna help me or what?" He looked from you to his cock raising his eyebrow.

You entered the bedroom and walked towards him, beside his thighs and replacing his hand on his member. You lowered your head to lick his abs catching the water droplets with your tongue while stroking him slowly, to which he hissed and grabbed your hair.

Sunwoo's tip was oozing precum, an amount that was working as lube for your hand, making wet sounds every time your fist moved up and down. You took your sweet time kissing and biting his skin till you reached his neck, sucking on it making him groan. "Does this feel good?" You whispered into his ear and licked the earlobe teasingly, chuckling when he shivered.

"Don't fucking tease me or you won't walk tomorrow." He muttered through gritted teeth.

"We'll see about that," you scoffed and gripped his dick harder to which he sucked in a breath and cussed. "If you don't like my teasing then why are you so hard and moaning?"

Before he could even think of a quick remark you kissed him shoving your tongue inside his mouth, he responded immediately with the same intensity if not stronger; tugging at your hair and biting your bottom lip at every given moment.

He pulled away a little breathless, but still held you close just to talk against your lips. “Don’t try to mock me because if I remember correctly you were the one screaming my name last night.”

You sat back straight and started rotating your wrist and using your thumb to tease the head, smearing precum that was still coming out. Your other hand traveled up to his shoulder, feeling every inch of hot skin and every muscle, and then raked your nails down his entire torso. “That’s because your dick's so good.”

“Fuck, baby,” Sunwoo groaned and bucked up his hips since you were going so slow for his liking. You put your closed fist against the head of his cock and slid down when he thrusted up, as if he was fucking into a toy.

He began twitching, breathing heavier and he was so close you stopped and held tight at his base as he gave you a look of disapproval and you only smirked. You resumed your ministrations, slowly at first before picking up the pace again, your hand wrapped firmly around his cock.

You kept enticing goosebumps from him grazing your nails or the tip of your fingers on his abdomen and thighs, and especially his most sensitive part that had him gasping and clenching his abs: near the hip bones. Sunwoo was throwing his head back moaning out your name while gripping at the towel under him.

The wave of his so desired release was approaching again but you stopped once more, his cock throbbing as he huffed.

“I could literally just flip you over and fuck the shit out of you, but I'm being nice and letting you play your games. So be nice too and let me fucking cum.” By the look in his eyes you knew you’d be in so much trouble once this all was over, but it was just so fun to play with him.

“I'll think about it,” you teased back and winked continuing to jerk him off.

Your movements were fast from the beginning this time, pumping him 3 to 4 times and then stopping for a few seconds before pumping him again. And in the seconds you stopped you used the palm of your other hand to rub against his raging tip making him hiss and curse at you.

When Sunwoo was almost cumming for the third time you removed your hands from him, watching him twitch violently almost coming undone with a ruined orgasm as a drop of cum fell onto his stomach.

You decided it was enough and wrapped your hand around his cock and stroked fast gyrating your wrist. And soon he came hard over your fingers and his own abs, your name falling from his lips loudly as his chest rose and fell repeatedly.

Sunwoo bucked his hips sloppily riding out of his high and trying to catch his breath. You got off the bed and headed to the bathroom to wash your hands when Sunwoo opened his eyes and called you.

“Where are you going? Don’t think you’re getting away with this.”

“Nah, I don’t know. Maybe later,” you said nonchalantly and walking away.

“Y/N, I'm giving you three seconds to get your ass back here.”

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bearseungmin · 2 years

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[ rub me the right way. ] — you make a quiet wish for your sex life to be more out of the box, unaware than chan -- intrigued and listening, can grant that very request.

rating: mature! pairing: genie! chan x gender-neutral! reader genre: genie! au, smut, supernatural word count: 1.3k [warnings]: mature content, sexual content, unprotected intercourse, sex with a stranger, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, size kink, penetration, doggy-style, choking, creampie A/N: title proudly given to me by the legend @ohmysparkle please go give her some love she’s really funny and hot and a brilliant writer ok enjoy do not interact with this if you are under 18.

— kinktober 2021 masterlist

"What's it like to cum more than once?"

His eyes had found you, pupils following your walking form as you clutched your fingers into your palm.

"How does everyone manage to sleep with someone and not have strings pulling them back to each other?"

The sunset found his form, shadow on the ground standing and walking along his own path. Light finding where his outfit shined, it only gave himself away in the way he wanted.

"Where can I find someone to fuck my brains out?"

You had only seen him for a split second, but the reflected lights off the golden chains of his jeans were still in your sight as you walked. Speckles, like small beams of light moving and following you, it was too obvious.

"What are the odds that you met me?"

Cocky, the attractive man closed the gap between you. He was noticeable, too pleasing to the eye as his boots stepped in your direction. For what you knew, the man had come from thin air considering the road you walked on was uninhabited by anyone except yourself just moments ago.

"What's that mean?" Your question lingered in the air for a shorter amount of time than the smirk on his lips.

"Care to find out?"

Your back was against the cool wall in a matter of minutes, the display of curiosity only making your nerves spike. A stranger, no strings, and a seemingly perfect concept.

"Name's Chan, and you get three wishes from me." The man sparkled in the sunlight, too. Bright eyes, short locks moving in the gentle wind, and glistening sparkles floating from the tips of his fingers like a magic show.

The genie knew to choose what he liked, to pester his own interests, and to critique until he would enjoy himself while granting wishes for others.

And enjoyment was taking your wrist, pressing it against the wall and holding it above your head. His luscious lips felt smooth, his breath minty, and his natural scent thick in your nose. Chan's own breathing stuttered at the feeling of your skin—at every inch he lifted your shirt higher—and held it inside his lungs for as long as he could when you paused the kiss to pull it over and off of you.

"Three." He reminded you of what he could give, the man smirking into the reconnecting kiss as your fingers trailed across his broad shoulders.

"Isn't fucking considered one of them?"

He chose you, allowed you to see him.

"Concurrence. This is out of my own implementation."

You breathed out heavily, his hand finally releasing the tight grip on your wrist as he pulled you in the direction towards your bed like he knew the place.

"Make one." His tone was like a growl, the light pressure of a push placing your back onto the soft mattress of your bed. "Only one for now."

"Kiss me."

His brows creased, unbelieving the request. The sparkles of his fingertips swirled, your lips suddenly smudged by his own. Hot tongue lapping against yours, feverish motions, and a string of saliva connected your mouths until he pulled back.

"What an impish wish." He sighed, blinking down at you as his arms tightened and held himself up above you.

"What would you wish for at this moment?" Your voice was gentle, legitimate. And not at all ready for his response.

The sparkles flew around his fingers for a split second before you noticed the remaining clothing on your forms were gone, folded neatly on the table beside your bed. Your eyes followed him, his naked form almost more glorious than the being, himself.

His hand wrapped around his own length, placing the tip of his cock against you while creating circles. A hushed breath from you made him smirk, his eyes peering between the contorted features of your face and his length creating patterns against you. In a single motion, your wetness added to by his saliva spit into his palm and spilt around his cock, he dipped into you for a moment. One small thrust to listen to you grunt, another to go in halfway, and a third to be inside of you to the hilt.

You shivered, noises flying from your mouth as you pressed your flush face into the crook of his neck. Fullness, the man reaching your end so easily, and you were cumming from the penetration alone.

"I would wish to be like this with you, now." His voice was dark in your ear, your fingers clenching at the covers of your bed for support.

He only sat still, his lips pressing into your neck to give you time to adjust to his size. Much larger than natural, the man—Chan was more than expectations could make of him.

"One wish left." He hummed, huffing as his cock twitched within your tight walls.

"O-One?" You winced at the number, a remaining wish to get what you want before your "no-strings-attached" principal would leave you for good.

"Your request for me to make a wish was considered a wish by you." He laughed softly, the padding of his thumb rubbing across your bottom lip as he awaited the last wish to fall from above it.

"Finish me off as hard as you want to."

Your words were like fire to his loins. Chan hummed in response, your body turned and forced deeper into the mesh of the mattress by his weight as you moaned. Still deep within you, the wetness helped him spin inside of you until you were fully turned over, the motion enough to send you close to the edge again.

"So easy, this one." His words were halted by his teeth biting at his lips, focus in his eyes from your short glimpse back at him over your shoulder. A hard hand pushed at your skull, turning your face back to the bed and pressing it into the softness of your covers. "So easy—" He pulled from you, every inch leaving you feeling like a thrust in itself from his girth. "—to fuck you senseless."

Your words, returned to you.

"I'm gonna—" You winced at his head pressing at your entrance, twitched and twisted at the sudden emptiness still forcing you to cum. "—Chan!"

Your body gave itself an orgasm from the memory of his cock being in you seconds before, the sounds of slick liquid squelching in the room as he refilled you to the brim once more.

"To make you cum more than once." He growled, pulling and pounding into you in the same pace of each word. "How has no one done this to you before? Hmm?"

"P-Please!—make me, again?" Throat dry, tears falling from your ducts, and his hand enclosing on your throat. The smallest amount of pressure applied to the sides, a short cut from your oxygen supply, and his words were what finally broke the hardest orgasm you have had before.

"So easy—" He grunted, body tightening as he only fucked you rougher. "—to use you to make me cum, too."

His release filled you up almost as much as his cock, pulling from you as he sighed and fell to your side. Chest heaving, body bright and shining with sweat, Chan appeared just as fucked-out as you.

"You stole my second wish." A whine, you turned to face him as your body pulsed from the aftershocks of the multiple orgasms. "I want it back."

He had taken your outward thoughts and used them against you to please you, and oddly himself at the same time.

"If I gave it back to you—" His eyes were half-lidded, a soft smile worn on his face. "What would you wish?"

"That we could do this again."

He said nothing, the golden sparkles around his fingers saying all that needed to be said.

"Wish granted."

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baekhansol · 3 years

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after dinner

pairing: hyunjin x f!reader

rating: mature | genre: smut

word count: 1376

warnings: hand kink, mentions of masturbation, choking, fingering, talk of a safe word + use of the color light system, reader wearing a skirt, marking, sir kink, nipple play, kind of spanking (1 thigh smack), oral (f receiving), hair pulling, sort of cum play (?)

note: this is unedited so.. please be forgiving. i thrive on feedback so i would appreciate some!

You went out for dinner with Hyunjin at one of your favorite restaurants. It was warm and homey, and served delicious food. You always ended up having weird and important conversations there. So when Hyunjin looked thoughtful, the way he did before he was going to talk about something serious, you took a deep breath to prepare yourself.

"I know you like my hands baby. Tell me, what have you been thinking about me doing with my hands that keeps getting you so worked up?" Hyunjin asks, clasping his hands together, elbows on the table as he leans in, expectantly waiting for your answer.

You sigh, knowing there's no use in getting too flustered. You almost wanted to laugh, having expected something serious rather than sexual. But even if you stopped the conversation from going where it was, you'd end up telling him one way or another, and the sooner you tell him, the better.

"Well… sometimes when I'm touching myself, I think of your hands and you using your fingers. They're much longer than mine…" you admit, feeling bashful nonetheless.

Hyunjin nods, being patient as you tell him your thoughts.

"And I've thought about you choking me," you finally admit, hanging your head.

"As far as I'm aware, that's not too unusual of a thing," Hyunjin says, giving you a reassuring smile and reaching for your hand, gently squeezing yours.

You nod a little, relaxing. "Is that…" you begin.

"Okay?" He supplies. You nod and he continues. "Of course I don't mind! I would love to try that with you. I can definitely finger you the next time you're in the mood," Hyunjin assures you, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows. "Although I may be tempted to eat you out instead," he adds, making you both laugh.

"Okay, well, since we are on the subject… is there anything you want to try? You know, sexually?" You ask, looking up at him as he gently rubs his thumb across the back of your hand.

"Well, I do want to go down on you more. That way I can get better. And~" he says, smiling mischievously, "maybe more orgasm control? And denial? And… maybe oversensitiving you to get you to cum again?"

You nod, listening intently. "Oh," you say, thinking about what you two have done so far.

"I mean, I know you often ask if it's okay to cum already, but I tend to just say yes," he explains.

"Yeah, I do. I really like that you lead me, or are dominant, you know? So I wouldn't mind you controlling that. But we should still use our safe word," you say, nodding.

"Red," Hyunjin says, nodding in agreement. "And I can always check in on you with the color light system. I can ask what color you are, and that let's me know if you're okay or I'm pushing things too hard."

"I've heard about that, so green is good and yellow is slow down?"

"Slow down or it's getting too much, yes."

You nod in agreement, swinging your feet. “Well, that’s something I can do,” you hum.

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When you get home and take off your shoes, you gently pull Hyunjin by the collar to your bedroom.

He laughs softly and sits on the bed, pulling you into his lap and kissing you. Hyunjin’s hands make their way up your thighs, gently rubbing your skin. “I’m glad you wore a skirt,” he murmurs with a smirk.

“You are?” you whisper, feeling his hands groping your ass.

“Very,” he laughs, his mouth moving to your neck, sucking and nibbling.

“Want you,” you softly moan, grinding into him.

“Oh do you know?” he teasingly murmurs against your skin.

“Mhm,” you moan softly in his ear.

“Well, maybe I can do that,” he offers, his fingers running on the hem of your panties. “You wore such pretty lace for me, hm?” Hyunjin asks as he flips up your skirt.

“Yeah, I feel sexy in them,” you admit, running your hand through his soft hair.

“Good. Now take them off. All of it.”

You look into his eyes, which were wide and full of lust and love. “Yes sir,” you murmur, getting up from his lap and doing as he said.

Hyunjin leans back and watches you, a lazy smirk on his face. As you finish taking your last article of clothing off, your lacy underwear, he says, “now lay on the bed and spread your legs.”

You nod and climb on the bed, laying down and spreading your legs. “What a good girl for me,” he practically purrs, his hand cupping your cheek. Hyunjin kisses you softly for only a moment, his thumb running over your lip.

“I love you,” you say shyly, lost in his eyes.

“I love you too,” he says, letting a hand trail down your face, lightly squeezing the sides of your neck. A soft gasp escapes you and he smirks, letting go before running his fingers over your pebbling nipples.

“Are you getting needy?”

“Yes,” you admit shyly.

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir, sorry sir,” you say, immediately realizing your mistake.

“You’re forgiven,” Hyunjin says, shaking his head.

He pinches your nipples, loving the noises of pleasure that escape you. He removes his hands, moving to be between your legs. Hyunjin massages your soft skin, peppering kisses here and there. He teasingly taps your pubic mound, and you bite your tongue to keep your moan in.

“You can make noise, love,” he murmurs, his fingers spreading your folds. “So pretty,” Hyunjin murmurs, spitting on his fingers before gently rubbing your clit.

This time, you softly moan. You keep your legs relaxed, letting him take care of you.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Hyunjin demands, continuing to play with your folds and clit.

You do your best to watch, your half lidded eyes wanting to close in the buildup of pleasure he was bringing you. “Want you inside,” you manage to say, biting your lip.

“I can do that,” he says, using his other hand to collect your juices before pushing a finger inside of you. “You’re so wet,” Hyunjin moans, licking his lip as he moves his finger, easily finding your spot.

“Sir~!” you mewl out, biting your lip as you feel pleasure building immediately.

“Not yet,” he warns, continuing to abuse that spot and rub your clitorsis.

“Feels so good, sir,” you gasp out, holding onto one of his forearms.

“Good,” Hyunjin murmurs, slipping in another finger inside of you and kissing on your thigh.

“Oh fuck, sir,” you gasp, biting your lip harshly.

“I- I need more,” you cry softly, feeling frustrated.

“What do you need?” Hyunjin asks, slowing his fingers.

“I- I want your mouth,” you mewl.

“Oh? Where do you want it?” he asks, slowly scissoring his fingers.

“I- I-” you moan, panting softly.

“I can't help you if you don’t talk to me,” he sighs, pulling his fingers out and moving his hands onto your thighs.

“No! No!” you whine, immediately receiving a smack on the thigh.

“I’m in charge,” he reminds you, immediately inserting his fingers and attaching his lips to your clit.

“Oh fuck, fuck, thank you sir~” you moan out, grabbing his hair and pulling.

He smirks against your flower, speeding up his fingers.

“Oh, I’m close,” you suddenly realize.

“Good,” he murmurs, looking up at you with his chin wet with your juices. You clench around his fingers and he groans softly. Hyunjin starts kissing up your stomach, letting the heel of his palm rub your clit. “Don’t cum,” he says, watching your face and knowing you were close.

You let go of his hair and groan, your toes curling as a soft whine escapes you.

“Not yet,” he reminds you, making his fingers go as fast as they can. He intensely watches your core, loving the way your muscles clenched as you tried to hold yourself back.

“Go ahead and cum,” Hyunjin murmurs, smirking as you cry out his name while you cum. He continues to finger you a little while longer, letting you ride out your high. When you squirm away, feeling oversensitive, he pulls out his fingers and offers them for you to suck and taste yourself.

“Good girl,” he groans, biting his lip.

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blueprint-han · 3 years

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— 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙃𝙊𝙇𝘿 𝙈𝙀.

𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗣: STRAY KIDS; bang chan x fem! reader 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘: fluff. 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧: 1.7 K 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: so i basically caught a glimpse of this one BL thai drama scene my mom was watching and couldn’t stop thinking about it so here. <3 there’s no suggestiveness in this whatsoever but there is a lot of kissing, basically me on my writing-about-affection-because-im-deprived-spree. also please do keep in mind that i wrote this amidst a huge writers block so ):

Your eyes dart from one place to another in search for the one person you want to be with right now when you unlock the door to your shared apartment, assuming Chan would be fast asleep and not wanting to ring the bell to disturb him. It’s been a terrible day so far — a horrible work day, a conversation with your mother that ended with flames and tears, and with your temples thrumming with what seems to be the beginning of a terrible headache.

Safe to say you’re tired — and why wouldn’t you be? Your whole week, while flying past like a whiff of cold air on a winter day, had been nothing short of horrible. It didn’t help that you returned to a cold an empty bed every night and woke up with tear stained pillows every morning either. But this times, you have high hopes — if not for Chan being awake, then at least having his presence beside you. Anything to hold on to to make this week worthwhile.

But you’re surprised to see that when you enter, Chan is sitting right there — awake, and head bopping along to a tune playing through his headphones. That’s probably why he doesn’t notice that you’ve come back home, but nonetheless, the sight of his back alone makes your shoulders relax and your body feel less tense. That’s just something so profound about him — everything he does, everything about him is so gentle even when he isn’t looking at you that sometimes you wonder how you ever got this lucky.

You silently shrug off your coat and dump your bag on the couch next to the unfolded pile of clothes — something which did not belong on the sofa, a product of you waking up way past your alarm and dumping them on your sofa as you tried to find your clothes in a rush. You’d have to get to those soon. Chan is still completely immersed in his music — he hasn’t taken note of his surroundings at all. Typical of him, he’s always passionate and immersed into whatever he does.

When you place a hand on his shoulder, Chan jerks and gasps in shock, surprised at the way you’ve seemed to magically pop put of nowhere, even though he clearly remembers locking the door.

“Woah, you scared me. When did you get here?”

You let yourself giggle when Chan’s eyes widen in the most adorable way possible, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair as you stand beside him.

“I thought you’d be asleep after a long week, so I used the keycard to get inside.”

“I was going to, but I wanted to see you.” Chan smiles, eyes fluttering close as he leans towards you, resting his head against your stomach and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I missed you.” The murmur is so soft you almost miss it. but it feels like your heart is set on fire when you hear those words. It’s like being in his vicinity immediately lets you know that you’re in safe hands — everything he does, the way he holds you, looks at you, or even sits with you in silence always makes him feel like such a safe space, you feel like you could cry.

“I missed you so much.” Taking a second to push back his hair and play with his earring, you then push him back against the chair before throwing your leg over his waist, seating yourself comfortably into his lap — both of you facing each other. Sensing the approach of tears from the lump in your throat, you immediately find solace in burying your head into his neck — exhaling deeply when his fingers rub soft circles into your waist.

“Everything alright?”

You melt against him, gently pressing your lips against the crook of his neck before speaking. “I wish I could say everything was.”

Chan nods, pulling you closer and letting you feel his warmth seep through. He knows better than to question you about anything when you get like this, having enough faith in you to know that if you really wanted to talk about it, and needed to, you’d tell him.

“I wanna say so much but... I don’t even know how to put it into words.”

Chan’s heart breaks at that. You’ve always been so genuine about everything you do — often taking shit for stuff you didn’t even have to, often caring so much for people who didn’t seem to care back. You always prioritized his happiness, everyone else’s happiness before it came to your own, and as heartwarming as it felt sometimes, Chan wished you’d take care of yourself better, prioritize yourself more.

“It’s okay, darling. You’re with me now, you can relax.”

He internally pats himself on the back when he feels your lips pull into a smile from where they’re pressed against his skin, letting his nose nuzzle into your shoulder before pulling his chair forward, caging you between the table and his warm embrace.

Not that you really wanted to leave anytime soon.

“Should I get up? You seem to be working on something.” You ask, pulling away from Chan only for him to smile before leaning into peck your lips in the most gentle way anyone could. You swallow down the lump in your throat, lips pulled into a dizzy smile as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer.

“No, stay here. I don’t mind, plus, you’re warm.” And of course, in his heart, Chan says “I want to make sure you’re alright.”

You nod sleepily and then yawn, leaning into to nuzzle into his neck and watch him with tired, heavily lidded eyes as he works on his track. He takes a second to gulp down the last remnants of his coffee, looking at you curiously when he hears you laugh at that.

“What’s so funny, darling?”

“You’re drinking coffee.”

“And?”

“It’s about to be midnight.”

Shit. He was supposed to finish his coffee and throw the cup away before you came back home and noticed that he was having a caffeine explosion in the middle of the night. Chan figures he’s screwed unless he’s smart enough to come up with a logical reason for why he’s drinking coffee so late in the night, regardless of how many times you’ve chided him for how unhealthy the habit was. It wouldn’t be a total loss though, considering how the love of his life was currently snuggled up in his lap, smiling dreamily at him. He’d be willing to hear you scold him for the millionth time about his caffeine addiction as long as you were happy.

“Uhhhh...” The sight of Chan’s eyes darting from place to place as he tries to come up with a logical excuse while his hands fiddle with the hem of your shirt is too adorable for you to stay mad at him, and you decide to let it slide — he’s being kind enough to let you crash on his lap even though his legs probably hurt after days and days of practice. Chan trails off and doesn’t follow up after that. You let your own eyes trail over his coffee-coated lips, not thinking twice before gently kissing the corner, humming at the slight taste of the cappuccino that tastes oh-so-much-better than any coffee you’ve ever tasted.

You ignore the way Chan’s body tenses out of surprise and the soft gasp that leaves him, your hands finding purchase in cupping his soft cheeks as you run your thumb over the high end of his cheekbone. His lips feel soft when you brush your lips against them, and you feel the ever so slight ticklish sensation of his eyelids fluttering shut over your cheeks.

When you pull away, foreheads resting against each other, you bite your lip softly before breaking the comfortable silence. “Thank you.”

“Sweetheart, you know you don’t have to thank me.” He counters, placing a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose before yawning and snuggling into your chest, making soft sounds of contentment as he did so. You press a kiss to the top of his forehead, then in between his eyebrows as you relish the sight of his eyes closed and lips pulled into a soft smile as though this is the only place he wants to be right now.

Chan, on the other hand, is only a thin string away from losing it and blushing furiously at the sudden shower of attention. He doesn’t know what warrants your sudden change in demeanour — he was expecting a cute pout and a frown from you, not the ticklish feeling of your lips fluttering delicately all over his face. It’s usually him who’s in the position you’re in right now, so to experience this level of affection gets him more flustered than he’s ready to admit.

And you’re not oblivious to it either — to the way his fingers dig into the fabric of your shirt and nervously play with the hem, but you secretly love it when Chan gets this shy — and it’s not like you can control yourself when you see that gorgeous shade of pink dust his cheeks either.

You take one of his hands into your own to delicately place a kiss onto his knuckles, giving him a loving look before placing one on the inside of his wrist. You let your thumb run over the soft expanse of his skin before lifting your head up to kiss him again, sighing against his lips as you drown yourself in the taste you’ve grown so familiar with, and love so much.

“Babe,” Chan breaks the kiss this time, completely flushed from your ministrations as he pants lightly. “What’s this about?”

You only smirk in response, nuzzling and placing a soft kiss into the crook of his neck, just like you did earlier, before letting your eyes flutter close.

“I just wanted to taste some of the coffee —” you snicker when he raises an eyebrow questioningly, all your worries from the week duly forgotten as you mumble into his skin. “well, this just seemed like a better way to do it. That tasted delicious.”

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junjungsunwoo · 3 years

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When The Rain Stops.

Pairing: rich kid! Sunghoon x rich kid! fem! reader

Genre: Angst, very light fluff

Word Count: 10.0k

-> The first time you met him was in the rain. He had looked so mysterious, so...enchanting. Everything drew you closer, making you want to know more about this boy that you met on one cold, rainy day.

Warnings: I don’t remember if I wrote any profanities, abusive family, major character death, car crash, there is a robbery scence, mentions of crontroling parents, there are two or three scences where reader was slapped by her mom, if you see any other I should add please do tell me!

Taglist: @geniejunn, @deobis-moon, @taemin-jaemin, @chaoticdreaminisode @abdiitcryy @sleepingrenjun @daegalfangirl @symoneismeh | @imdamconfused @geminirules (I don’t remember if you guys were in my permanent taglist or not so I’m just tagging you for now, sorry if I bothered you guys T^T)

Networks: @k-dinernet, @foreverkpop-net, @lovesick-net, @hotpink-ent @kpclub @knet-bakery

A/N: I would say sorry this took so long, but it’s 10k and I wrote this faster then I did with Goal! which was 7k so I’d ssy I’ve improved on my speed hehe It would be great if you guys can leave a reblog or comment telling me how the fic was!

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April 14th, 2020.

The first time you met him, it was raining.

The sky was dark and grey clouds were all that was visible, the sun was out of your sight. Everyone around you was either walking calmly under an umbrella or running around with their jackets or bags above their heads trying to keep themselves dry for as long as they could.

You sat under the roof of the bus stop, the roof provided you with a dry safe place for you to stay under until the rain stops. You watch as the people start to disappear, most of them starting to get picked up, or they’ve bought an umbrella from a nearby store, or just plainly walking in the rain unbothered.

The rain was calming. The sound of the small droplets hitting the ground was soothing in your ears after all of the scoldings you had gotten from your teacher just a few hours ago. The smell of the rain was pleasing, it was light and refreshing- unlike the heavy perfume that was in your face ever since you stepped inside of your high school.

You close your eyes to take in what was happening around you.

Without your sight, your hearing was enhanced and you could hear the little things that were happening around you. You could hear the splashes of rainwater when someone steps in a puddle, the sound of fabric fluttering against the wind when a person opens an umbrella, the joyful laughter of kids who are excited to play in the rain, and the sound of cars passing by- splashing water onto the side of the road.

As you enjoy the noise around you, you hear footsteps slowly making their way towards where you sat. The soft sounds of fabric fluttering around were getting closer, as a soft thud was heard right beside you.

You open your eyes, squinting slightly due to the sudden change in lighting. You look to your left, and there he sat.

He was soaking wet, water dripped down from the little strands of his black hair which he pushed back revealing his handsome face. From his outfit, you could tell he was a student, but you had no clue which school it was.

The boy was wearing a dark navy blue pair of pants and a white blouse, which was now see-through due to the water that it had soaked up. The view made the tips of your ears red and your heart beat, but you quickly shook that thought off- instead, you turned over to your bag before pulling out a hoodie that you always kept with you.

Softly tapping your finger on his shoulders, he turned around to face you. He stares at what was in your hand before he lifted his head to look at you. He had big round eyes and full plump lips, his cheeks had a soft layer of pink on them as it was getting quite cold, and he was wearing a wet outfit. You gesture with your head to your hoodie, telling him silently to use it.

He grabs the warm material from your hand before he turns back around to face the road in front of the two of you and puts the hoodie on. He ruffles his hair while shaking his head, trying to get it as dry as he could, before he puts the hood on and turns to face you again.

“Thank you.” His voice was surprisingly soft. He stares at you once again with those big eyes of his, and you could feel your face getting hot. His eyes were big, but they were dull- as if they’ve seen through everything in the world already and were disappointed. You wondered what the boy had seen to have such an expression in his beautiful eyes, but before you could even open your mouth, the boy looked away.

“You’re welcome.” You look away from the boy and back to the street before the two of you. A comfortable silence falling between the two of you. The both of you did nothing but sat there and watched as cars drove by and waited for the rain to stop, but the rain only started to pour even more. Sighing, you took a look at the boy again, only to find him staring at you already. The two of you quickly broke eye contact and looked away, red blooming on both of your faces. The boy softly clears his throat before he looks at you again.

“Hi,” you turn your head to look at him. “My name is Sunghoon.” He smiled. He hadn’t given you his last name, which was understandable since giving away your full name to a stranger was never a good choice.

You could feel the corners of your lips begin to lift themselves into a smile and you looked at him in the eyes again this time, his eyes had another expression to it- curiosity.

“Hi Sunghoon,” you say, breaking your eye contact before looking down at your hands, “my name is y/n.” you didn’t give him your last name either, not wanting a stranger- well, a handsome stranger to know your full name. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Another wave of comfortable silence falls between the two of you. Grabbing your bag, you shuffle around inside to find your earphones before pulling them out of the bag. Plugging them into your phone you begin to play your playlist, a smile softly forming as your favorite song comes on; Spring Day.

Looking over to Sunghoon, you see that he was just staring out onto the road blankly, seeming bored. You once again poke his shoulder with your finger and you hold up the other earphone to him, silently asking him if he wants to join you in listening to music. Sunghoon looks at you before he reaches out and takes the earphone, whispering a soft thank you to you before he puts it in his ear. The soft melodies of Spring Day flow right in his ear and he smiles, realizing that his favorite song was playing.

Sunghoon begins to hum out the melodies he was hearing out of habit before he realized you were watching him. His face flushed red once again at the thought of you watching him hum, but all you did was smile and began humming the melodies that followed. The two of you locked eyes again, smiles growing wider than before, the two of you began to relax feeling strangely comfortable in each other’s presence and you both began to hum along with Spring day that was playing in both of your ears.

As the melodies come to an end, the rain does too as the grey clouds begin to go away and the sky cleared. The two of you stood up from where you sat for the past 15 minutes (which felt way longer for the both of you) and Sunghoon returned the earphone to you before he started to take the hoodie off.

“Oh, you don’t have to return that.” You told him, and he pauses. “Your shirt underneath is probably still wet so just wear this for now, and you can return it when we meet again.” You gave him a smile.

“We’ll meet again, right?” He smiled at you.

“Maybe.”

“Well then,” you pick up your bag, “Until next time then, Sunghoon.” You wave at him before you walk away, towards the direction of your house. You didn’t turn your head back when you walked away, but if you did then you would’ve known that Sunghoon watched you walk away with a smile until you were out of his field of vision.

“Until next time, y/n.”

And so, when the rain stopped, the two strangers parted ways.

April 23rd, 2020.

It was raining again.

And just like before, you were sitting in the bus stop under the dry haven the roof of the stop had provided you. This time, you had a cup of hot chocolate in your hands, warming you up slightly every time you took a small sip.

You were soaked through with rainwater- it had started raining when you were walking home, and as if it was fate, you arrived at the same bus station you met the boy- Sunghoon, last time.

Despite having a cup of hot chocolate in your hands, your body still shivered from the cold. Your flimsy white blouse doing a horrible job of keeping you warm and covered up as the white blouse was now see-through. You hug your backpack closer to your chest in hopes of warming yourself up and keeping your chest covered from the people who were walking down the streets under their umbrellas.

Everything was just like last time. People are running to get under cover or they are walking around in the rain unbothered. This time you don’t close your eyes. Instead, you looked around, focusing on the things you don’t really see when it wasn’t raining.

You watched as raindrops fell onto the windowpane beside you. The droplets stick to the window slowly moving downwards towards the ground. You watched as the small streaks collided with each other and formed into bigger droplets and bigger streaks. You reach out your hand towards the rain wanting to feel the small, cold droplets on your hand.

You feel a tap on your back and you turn to see Sunghoon smiling at you. You felt as if the world was suddenly silent as you looked into his eyes.

“Hey.” He says, his voice was like that of a feather- soft and gentle and his eyes were those like a child’s, they burned you with curiosity, excitement, and amusement.

“Hi.” You gave him a soft smile, which he returned- his eyes turning into small crescents. He holds out his hands and you look down at them.

“Here,” he hands you the hoodie you had lent him last time, “thank you again, for lending me this last time.” he smiles again, his cheeks rosy and his breath uneven.

“You’re welcome.” you take your hoodie back from his hands, and a soft smell of citrus fills your senses.

“I washed it since it was soaked in rainwater when I got back home, and it was the only thing I could do as a thank you for lending me this” he explained as he plopped onto the seat beside you- exactly where he sat the first time he had met you.

You put the hoodie on quickly, trying to cover yourself up from the boy beside you. Warmth immediately floods your body and the scent of citrus was stronger now that you had the hoodie on.

Silence fills the space between the two of you once again, and you look over to Sunghoon. He was looking down at his phone and was listening to music. You took this time to take a look at what he was wearing. This time, he had on a pair of black ripped jeans, with a white t-shirt, and a black blazer jacket on top, with some silver jewelry to match. You accidentally make eye contact with him as you begin to lift your eyes back up from studying him. You broke eye contact and quickly looked away while a bright red began to bloom on your face.

While trying to calm your fast-beating heart, you feel a soft tap on your shoulder and you look over, only to see Sunghoon smiling at you and offering one of his earphones to you. You smiled and mumbled a small thank you when you took his earphone and the soft tempo of Where the sea sleep began playing. The two of you listen to the song in silence, being completely comfortable with each other- despite it only being the second time you’ve met.

As the song came to an end, you quickly glanced at Sunghoon and you decided to ask more about him.

“How-”

The two of you stopped before you both burst into joyful laughter. The earphone that was in your ear falls out and your laughter turns into giggles as you bend down to pick them up, Sunghoon’s laughter still ringing in your ear.

“You can go first-”

“You go first-”

Another wave of laughter hits the two of you as he gestures to you to go first. Taking small breaths, you try to calm yourself down.

“How have you been, Sunghoon?” You gave him a smile, your head tilting slightly watching him in curiosity.

“I’ve been...alright.” He returns your smile. “How about you?” You look away.

“It could be better,” you pause, “but I’ve been fine.”

Slowly, a conversation emerges between the two of you as you enjoy your time together. The music the two of you were listening to disappeared as you began to question each other about different things and got to know each other more.

Still in your own world, the two of you don’t notice that the sky had turned slightly darker and the rain was now slowly going away. As your small conversation ended, you noticed you knew a lot more things about him- nothing too personal, but definitely some interesting things such as the fact that he was a figure skater like you, or that he had the same birthday as you- the same year as well. You find it amazing how the boy in front of you had so many things in common with you.

Grabbing your bag, you stood up from where you sat, and you turned to face Sunghoon.

“Well,” you began, “I guess it’s time for me to go now.” You smiled at him, and you swear you saw Sunghoon’s eyes dim a little at the thought of saying goodbye. Sunghoon gets up as well, throwing his backpack over his right shoulder.

“It was great talking to you y/n,” you felt a small sliver make its way through your body as your name rolled off his tongue. “I hope we can do this again soon.”

“Yeah,” you smile and he waves before he turns around walking away, in the opposite direction of where you are going to go. “Me too.”

And so, when the rain stopped, the two newly made friends walked away.

May 5th, 2020

It’s raining, again.

Rushing to get out of the rain, you run towards the little bus station again, hoping that maybe you could see Sunghoon there later. As the bus station got in your line of sight, you could make out a figure inside the stop. You hesitated to go inside the stop as you didn’t want to bother the person inside, but the rain was getting heavier, so you stepped in.

Bunching up the ends of your skirt, you squeeze it hard trying to get your skirt to be somewhat drier. Wet strands of hair were sticking to your face, you brush your hand through them- pushing them back and showing your forehead. You wipe your face with the wet sleeve of your soaked shirt and a hand reaches out with a handkerchief from beside you and you look up at the owner at the hand.

“Use it.” It was Sunghoon. You could feel your heart start to beat faster and faster, and your whole body begins to feel hot. You smiled at him, taking the handkerchief from his hand and uses it to wipe the water from your face.

“Thank you.” You said to him, your voice being drowned out with the sound of rain falling hard to the concrete streets. Sunghoon watches as you pat away the water on your cheeks, a slow smile stretches on his face as he stares at you.

“Why are you here today?” You asked him as you put your bag down and turned towards him.

“I’m just waiting for the rain to go away, I don’t feel like getting soaked today.” his eyes turn into crescents as he gives you a small grin, a hint of mischief laced in his voice. “What about you?”

“What you said,” You tell him as you look into his eyes. “I’m just waiting for the rain to pass.” You could feel yourself slowly get drawn deeper into his eyes as he stares at you with an emotion you can’t really decipher.

“Well, I guess we can keep each other’s company while we wait.” You break eye contact at the sound of his voice- feeling a small sense of disappointment as you look away. “You won’t mind that would you?”

“No, of course not.”

The two of you exchanged questions and talked about your hobbies for hours, the rain providing you a comfortable setting with its sound and smell- which you both enjoyed. You quickly learned that you both came from rich families and that you both had a deep hatred for the way the high society had so much control over your daily lives- how you both had to put up an act every time you were in the public’s eye. The longer you had talked with Sunghoon the more you noticed different things about him- how little dimples would always show up on his cheeks when he smiled or how he was very expressive with his face, always making cute expressions when he talks about something.

Everytime Sunghoon smiled at you, you could feel your heart explode, everytime he looked at you, you could feel your ears heat up into a bright red. It felt euphoric to be able to spend time with the boy in front of you. From the first day you met him, he had piqued your interest- you wanted to know more about him, ask him why his eyes were so dull that day. But now when you look into his eyes you could see stars- it was like his eyes held the whole universe inside them.

You knew exactly what you were feeling and you were scared. It felt dangerous to fall in love with Sunghoon. He was really no one but a stranger you had meet for a couple of times and you knew little to nothing about him- for all you know if he had could’ve been lying to you ever since you began talking.

When the rain slowly comes to a stop, so does your conversation, and once again the two of you begin to prepare to go your separate ways. Hesitating a bit, you reach out and tap his back with your phone, and he looks at your phone before he looks up at you, staring right into your eyes tilting his head as a silent question.

“Can I…have your number?” He remains silent and still for a second before he breaks into a smile and he grabs your phone out of your hand.

“Of course,” he types in his number on your phone. “I was just about to ask.” He gives your phone back, and you take a look. He had saved himself as “Sunghoonie” with a little penguin emoji behind it making you break into a smile.

“I still have something I have to do, so I'll get going now.” Sunghoon threw his bag over his shoulder and stood up before looking at you. “ I’ll see you next time y/n. I hope you like me enough to send me a text.” He gave you another one of his blinding smiles before he turned away, walking at a quick pace, trying to get home quick as he tried to hide the huge smile that was planted on his face as well as the slight blush that creeped its way onto Sunghoon’s face.

You smiled as you watched as he walked away from where the two of you sat for the past hour and just as you were about to turn and take your leave you noticed the little black and white umbrella that was clipped onto his backpack, the smile on your face growing impossibly bigger as you slowly walked away while the sun behind the grey clouds showed itself once again. Your steps were a little faster than usual, wanting to get back to the house you never called home so that you could text the boy you had just talked to, excitement blooming inside of your stomach and you could only hope that your mom would ignore you instead of yelling at you today.

And so, when the rain stopped, the two red faced teenagers parted ways.

“But mother I don’t want to go the party-“

Before you could finish your words your head was flung to the side, a big red mark started to form on the left side of your face, crystal tears started to form in your eyes.

“It’s the only thing you can do for me and your father after all the things we had to do to raise you up.” She wiped her hands on a white handkerchief before she discarded it in the garbage, “So just do what we are telling you to do like a good daughter- and don’t you dare embarrass us in front of our partners, like how you did last time when you lost in that figure skating competition to the son of Park Jaehwan.”

Your mother snickers at the name, before she looks you in the eyes again. “Do you know how embarrassing it was for us to know that you lost to his son? He was so cocky about it too, always bringing it up everytime we met. Don’t embarrass us again y/n. You know what happens if you do.” She glares at you as a warning one more time before she makes her way up into her study leaving you alone in the living room to cry your heart out at her words.

Your maids (who you see as sisters instead) rush to help you get into your room to get you ready. The oldest and closest to you- Yeji tries to comfort you the best she could as she wipes your tears away.

“Please stop crying y/n, you're going to mess up your pretty eyes.” She signals the other girls to start preparing you. “I know how much you hate this but we have to do this.” You look at her with sad eyes, ones that have seen and been through too many things. Different girls held different things in their hands, one bunch had hair brushes and hair ties in their hands while another bunch had different makeup in their hands. 2 of the girls came up to you as Yeji continued to whisper encouraging comments at you, in their hands was a beautiful white dress- one that would make anyone that’s wore it look like an angel. It wasn’t a very long dress as it only went down to your knee- it was an off-shoulder lace dress with tiny diamonds lined up at the shoulder seam, it was easily one of the most beautiful dresses you’ve seen.

Pushing you into the washroom that was in your room, they all leave you to change into the dress. You put it on gently, afraid that it would rip and you looked into the mirror when you were done.

Oh my god.

You thought as you spun around, watching as the soft silky fabric fluttered in the air. You were in awe at how the dress fitted you perfectly, how it made you look so beautiful- how it made you feel beautiful. A knock on the door disrupts your thoughts as you hear Yeji asking you if you were done and that you needed to get your hair and makeup done.

You open the bathroom door and you watch as all of the maids’ mouths drop open in shock. You let out a cute giggle as they start to snap out of their shock and they began to run around the room like headless chickens trying to get you to look even more beautiful then you are now. Skillful hands were everywhere touching nearly everything, there were hands on your face, fingers in your hair, and you were pretty sure at one point someone’s hand was on your feet putting your shoes on for you but you couldn’t tell.

Once they were done, they had stood you in front of a mirror once again. And if you thought you had looked your best before- you were wrong. Now standing in front of the mirror with your hair done and simple but elegant makeup on your face, you looked like a goddess. The small diamond earrings that were dangling on your ears complemented the diamonds on your dress and the white stiletto heels complimenting your white dress.

Without hearing your mother knock, she slams the door open before she begins to drag you out and rant about being ‘fashionably late’ before you had a chance to say thank you to your maids- so you mouthed it to them and flashed a quick smile before being pushed out of the front door. And into a car that was too expensive to your taste.

It was so boring.

There was nothing to do, and no one to talk to. Everyone that was in the room were adults that were just looking to show off their wealth and power or adults that were looking for new business partners- there was no place for a teenager like you. You were placed next to your mother who was talking to one of her business partners who also had their son standing next to them.

“Hey y/n.” You look over to the voice, “how have you been?” It was the boy that stood beside the man who was talking to your mother.

“Hey Jay,” You lifted your glass of apple juice to him, which he cheered his cup with yours before he downed the whole thing. “I’ve been good, you?” He takes a look at you again before he places his now empty cup on a platter of a nearby servant.

“I’ve been good too.” A small talk begins between the two of you before you are both interrupted by another boy.

“You should really smile y/n, you look like you’d rather die than to be here.” You turn around to the voice only to see Lee Heeseung, another close friend of yours and Jay “Hey Jay.” He says to his cousin before they do their little handshake.

“Shut up Hee, you know how much I hate being in these parties.” The named boy lets out a small chuckle before he pats your shoulder in a teasing manner.

Slowly, as the three of you quietly talk in your own little circle, more and more teenagers joined you- some boys named Sunoo, Jungwon, and Riki along with a girl named Ryujin.

The topics the seven of you talked about flew around everywhere, quickly changing as a person talked about something else that interested the rest of the six. Suddenly, a loud sound came out of nowhere as a rainstorm slowly brewed outside the window. Everyone inside the beautifully decorated ballroom paid no attention to the weather outside as they continued to dance and chat inside the dry, brightly lit golden room.

You stared outside into the rain a little longer than everyone else, your mind wandering off to the boy named Sunghoon. You wondered if he was thinking about you right now- if he wanted to meet you again.

Feeling a light tug on your dress, you look away from the world outside to Ryujin who was looking at someone in the crowd. She inches a little closer to you before bringing her mouth near your ear.

“Someone’s been staring at you for a while now,” she pauses, looking back to the crowd again. “I don’t know if you know him or something, but he doesn’t seem to hold any hostility to you from what I see.” Her eyes searched the crowd before quickly pointing to the two boys that were talking near the wall opposite to your group.

You recognized the boy in the navy blue suit right away- it was Jake Shim, a distant cousin of Jay. The two of you never talked much but the two of you still considered each other friends. You squint a little at the second boy who's back faced you, the boy wore a white suit and he had black hair that was slightly slicked back.

Your eyes widened as the two of you made eye contact, and you suddenly felt as if everyone else in the room had disappeared leaving only you and Sunghoon in the room. Sunghoon’s face matches yours as his eyes widen slightly and his mouth opens to let out a small gasp of surprise.

You were so caught up in surprise at the sight of Sunghoon that you didn’t notice Jake waving excitedly at his cousin and had begun dragging Sunghoon to your group. You snap out of your surprise as Jake waves his hand in front of your face in excitement before saying his greetings.

“Hey y/n! It’s nice to see you again!” He smiled at you and you were flustered at his puppy-like personality. He points to Sunghoon as he begins introducing the two of you. “This is Park Sunghoon, he’s my best friend in high society! If I remembered correctly, you skate right? Sunghoon here also skates a lot, maybe you guys can be friends or something!” You stared at Sunghoon for a few seconds before you tore your eyes from him to look at Jake who seemed like an excited puppy waiting for your compliments.

“Hi Sunghoon, it’s nice to meet you.” You gave Sunghoon a tight lipped smile- one that never reached your eyes.

“Hello, y/n. I’ve heard a lot about you.” He also smiles, but it was one that looked forced- unlike all of the ones you’ve seen on his lips when you talked at the bus station. Jake leaves the two of you to greet his cousin and the rest of your friends. The two of you were quiet, not knowing what to say to each other in a situation like this.

“So-“

“How-“

The two of you pause for a second before laughter bloomed between the two of you, finding his situation familiar. Sunghoon gestures to you to go first as the laughter begins to quiet down.

“So...how have you been?” You asked him quietly as the atmosphere around the two of you began to feel awkward once again. It’s been over a week since you’ve seen Sunghoon and seeing him here was surprising as you didn’t expect to see him again.

“I’ve been good,” he sighed, “I didn’t really want to come but now I’m glad I did since I got to see you.” He smiles again- this time, it was genuine and his big eyes turned into little crescents. Out of nowhere, he suddenly grabs your hand before he drags you to a balcony door, he pushes you inside and closes the door when he gets inside himself.

The balconie was quite spacious and it had a roof so the rain didn’t get to the two of you. The two of you stand next to each other in silence as the rain once again accompanied the two of you, silently helping the two of you get comfortable with it’s sounds of raindrops falling to the ground.

“You look beautiful today.” Sunghoon breaks the silence between the two of you as he stared into the rain, thanking god in his head that it was already dark outside so that you couldn’t see the deep blush that was painted on his face.

Under the dim light the moon provides the two of you with, you finally took your time to study Sunghoon. Today, he was wearing a white silk suit, his silky black hair was slick back and his plump lips looked as if they were painted with a slight red tint- making his face look even more attractive (if that was even possible).

“Thank you,” you were glad that your maids had used foundation on your face today to cover up the nasty mark your mother had given to you otherwise, Sunghoon would definitely see the red blush that crept onto your cheeks. “You look handsome today too,” You giggled as you looked down at your own outfit. “We match.”

He looks at your outfit, staring at you with his big eyes before he looks down on his own clothes.

“We are,” he laughs as he looks back up at you. “What a coincidence.” Silence befalls the two of you once again and the rainstorm starts to slow down as you stare at each other in silence. It felt as if there were only the two of you left on the balcony and you wanted the time to stop right at this moment. You both stared at each other in silence, forgetting about everyone that was in the room behind the closed door. Just as you were about to open your mouth to talk to him, the balcony door suddenly busted open, and there stood your mother- her face was red in you didn’t know if it was embarrassment or anger and her biggest rival, Park Jaehwan standing right behind her, staring at the boy next to you in disappointment.

“What are you doing with that boy y/n.” She states rather than ask, “get over here. Now.” You don’t move, wondering why she was so angry at the moment.

Instead of waiting for you to move, your mother walks over to you instead and wraps her hand around your forearm, her grip was tight and her nails dogged into your skin. The man behind her calmly walks to Sunghoon before he pats him on the shoulders.

“Dad.” You turn your head in surprise and your eyes grow big.

Dad?

Sunghoon is Park Jaehwan’s son?

“What were you doing with Min Soonyeon’s daughter here?” He questions Sunghoon as he burns holes onto your skin with his stares.

“We were just…” He makes eye contact with you and you can see the gears in his head turning to come up with a lie.

“We-“

“We were just getting to know each other.” You cut through what Sunghoon was about to say and the older man glares at you while your mother’s grip on your hand tightens around your arm.

“I did not ask you girl, I asked my son here.” He tells you, his tone hostile and he turns his glare from you to your mother then back to you again. “Don’t answer what was not asked of you, it’s basic manners- but I don’t blame you, being the daughter of Soonyeon it was expected you won’t know such a thing.”

Your mother scoffs as she pulls on your arm and hides your body with hers before she glares at the older man.

“I don’t think you should say that Jaehwan, seeing that your son couldn’t even answer a simple question.” Your mother glances at Sunghoon who was silently just staring at you before she turned her eyes back onto Jaehwan. “I can see that he got that from you Jaehwan. I must say however, he’s definitely a better man than you- at least he isn’t cocky over the stupidest things like you.” She hisses before she turns on her heels, dragging you by your arm to the balcony door.

“Let’s go y/n, we don’t want to continue to talk to these unruly men.” You look back just as you cross the door to see Sunghoon staring at you with sad eyes and he mouths a small ‘sorry’ to you.

“It’s alright, I’m sorry about my mother.” You mouthed to him just before he disappears from your line of sight as your mother drags you out the front lobby and into your car.

You can tell that your mother was filled to the brim with anger and you chose to shut your mouth in order to not anger her more. A small ‘ding’ comes from your phone and you bring it up to your face to check.

Sunghoon 🐧: I’m so sorry about that y/n. What my dad said to you was rude and I’m sorry you had to hear that.

You smile at the name. You bring your hand up to your phone as you begin to type your reply.

You: It’s really nothing Sunghoon, trust me, I’ve heard worse. I’m sorry about my mother, she really doesn’t have a filter for anyone. I hope you weren’t offended by that.

Sunghoon 🐧: It’s fine y/n. Really 😄 You looked really beautiful tonight y/n, I don’t remember if I’ve told you that and even if I did, I’ll say it again- you looked amazing tonight. It was great talking to you tonight, I had fun. 😁 I have to go now, but it was really nice seeing you tonight.

You: Thank you Sunghoon, you looked handsome as well, I almost thought you were a prince from a fairytale 😉 But it was great talking to you again, I really didn’t expect to see you at the party but I’m glad I did. Goodnight Sunghoon, sweet dreams.

You closed your phone as you stared outside to the passing buildings, watching as the rain finally stops . Your head spinning with joy and your face flushed with bright red, and a huge smile decorated your face.

What you didn’t know however was that Sunghoon on the other side of the phone was just like you- his face was red and a smile decorated his face as he talked with your friends who were still at the party, the image of you smiling in the dress you wore never leaving his mind.

And so, when the rain stopped, the two lovestruck teenagers parted ways.

It’s been weeks since you’ve seen Sunghoon at the party, and since then the both of you have been texting non-stop over the phone. Every little thing in your everyday life was shared with Sunghoon- how your lunch had tasted that day, or how a boy spilt some coffee on you by accident, and even you helping a elderly lady across the streets, Sunghoon listened on and on- never cutting you off. He just listens quietly to you as you happily tell him everything, smiling as he realizes how happy you were that day, or he would have a frown stretched on his face in worry as he listens to you.

Sunghoon was a simple man.

He never said much even when the two of you got closer together. He never shared much about his life like you did. He always just smiled and said a simple “It was alright” when you’d ask him about his day, or he would shake his head in denial when you’d ask him if there was something bothering him. Soon you had realized that that was just how Sunghoon is- simple, quiet.

A silent promise was made between the two of you when you had met for the fifth time under the same bus stop you and him met nearly half a year ago. It was raining- again, that day when the two of you saw each other after texting for so long without seeing each other.

It was just like the first time you met him- he was soaked from head to toe in rainwater and you just so happened to have a spare hoodie inside your backpack. It was like meeting him for the first time all over again, but this time, a new feeling bloomed inside both of your young hearts- burning with heavy passion and love. It was so painfully obvious to the both of you what that feeling was- love.

From that day on, you both would always find yourself going to the bus station whenever it rained- it didn’t matter if you guys were doing anything, you just knew that you wanted to see each other again.

So you go. To the same damn place that you both loved so much.

And he would always be there. Every. Single. Time. And so would you. The rainstorm never stopped either of you from going with it’s rain water, it never mattered if you were soaked in rain or that you’d get sick the next day- all you cared for at that exact moment was Sunghoon.

The boy you fell in love with.

The quiet, gentle, and loving boy that you meet on this one rainy day by chance.

Every time it rained, the two of you would talk hours on hours about anything and everything. He would hold your hand in his larger, warmer ones, rubbing his long, thin fingers across the back of your hand in a soft, loving manner and you would lay your head on his shoulders- taking in his soft citrus scent that you grew to love so much that you searched through the entire city of Seoul to find one that only came close to the one he used.

It always felt as if the two of you were the only ones in the world when the rain fell. You felt euphoric when you would hug inside your small world under the roof of the bus stop, and he would tell you how much he loved you.

It might have been fast to other people, but to the two of you- it felt as if it was natural. The love you had for each other felt so strong, so obvious that even without words, passerbys could tell how much the two of you loved each other.

But every time when the rain stopped, the two of you parted ways. As if everything was normal, as if you never knew him more than Park Sunghoon, the son of Park Jaehwan’s son, your biggest competitor in the ice skating world, and the son of your mother’s biggest rival- as if you never spilled “I love you''s to each other.

When the rain stops, so does your heart. It stops beating for anything else in the world and when the rain falls, your heart beats again- in a fast, rapid pace that you’ve never felt before unless you were with Sunghoon.

The rain was your safe haven- for it always meant you could meet Sunghoon again. That you can run without care in the world right into the safety of his arms, and that you could stay there until the rain stops again.

It was clear to you at this point that there was no pulling back. You were in love with the rain as well as the boy in front of you- Park Sunghoon- and there was no way you could ever stop.

Your head twists to the side as a loud slap echoed around the house you never called home. The bright, glowing red mark on your cheek stinging as you see your mother glaring at you with hatred in the corner of your eyes. You notice your dad just sitting on the couch reading his newspaper as if the scene happening in front of him didn’t;t happen at all.

“HOW DARE YOU!” Your mother screamed at you while holding your phone in her hands, your texts with Sunghoon over the years clear to everyone who walks by. “YOU’VE BEEN TALKING TO PARK JAEHWAN'S SON FOR NEARLY A YEAR BEHIND OUR BACKS?!” She screams again, her hand raised and flies down to meet your cheeks with a hard slap, turning your head to the other side.

You don’t dare look at her, too afraid to see what she looked like right now. Your mother had found out about you texting with Sunghoon when she had looked over your shoulder when you were texting him and now here she is- your phone in her death grip and she stared at you with pure hatred in her eyes.

All of the workers in the house silently watched as your mother screamed at you, too afraid of what she might do to them if they spoke up.

You tune out all of the remarks your mother was making at you and you dip your head down, staring at the pair of sneakers Sunghoon bought for you when he saw your soaked shoes one day. Since then, the both of you always exchanged little gifts with each other. And soon enough, the two of you confirmed your feelings with each other.

Although neither of you ever vocally confirmed but it was as clear as the day that you were in love and in a relationship- with all the sweet, flirty talks (that you never knew he could say) from him and all of the actions from you, the two of you made a perfect couple in other’s eyes.

But when your mother found out, she was furious- no. The word furious couldn’t even compare to what she is right now. Her face was red in anger and you could practically see smoke coming out of her nose and ears. Her eyes glared at you as if you were never her daughter and her teeth grinder against each other so hard that you were (slightly, but not really) worried that they might fall out.

“SPEAK! YOU ARE NOT DEAF NOR ARE YOU MUTE. TALK! WHY WERE YOU TALKING TO PARK SUNGHOON?”

You didn’t answer. Knowing you’ll only get even more scolding.

Another slap was delivered to your face when you didn’t answer. This time, the slap was so hard against your head, you could feel your ears ring and your vision turned a bit blurry.

Your father must have seen you look hazy as he finally stood up from his seat on the couch and stopped your mother from slapping you again.

“Stop it now Soonyeon. That’s enough. Y/n go to your room, now. You’re not going to get any food for tonight as a punishment, and if I find any of you giving y/n food,” he pointed towards the maids, “then you will also serve a punishment.” Your father looked at you one more time as you stared at the floor, his stares burning into your skull.

He sighs, “I’m very disappointed in you y/n.” Crack. “Why can’t you just listen to us once and behave?” Crack. “Just…get out of my sight and go to your room. You need to reflect on what you’ve done.” Crack. “And you won’t be getting your phone back until you realize that you need to break up with that…that boy.” And just like that, your father breaks your heart and leaves with your mother towards his office, leaving you alone in the living room.

All of the workers that were just watching rushes up to you to check up and help you. Asking you left and right about how you were feeling, if you needed ice or face cream for your cheeks. You ignore all of them and head right into your room, closing your door loudly, surprising everyone who was in the house.

Tears formed in your eyes as you thought about what your father said. About how he was disappointed in you and that you never behaved the way they wanted you to- even though all you ever did growing up was doing everything they ask (or rather ordered) you to do, wishing for nothing more than a single compliment from them or maybe a single hug from them.

But as you began to grow up, you realized how those things that was normal to everyone else were something impossible for you to get. Your parents only ever cared about their business and their status. Never did they really care about you or your happiness. If they really did, then they would have noticed how happy you sounded when you were texting Sunghoon, or how you were getting happier day by day when you were with Sunghoon- but ah, of course they didn’t. They don’t even care anyways.

Grabbing your old phone from your bedside cabinet, you text Sunghoon with your old number (which he saved for emergencies like these!).

You: Hey Sunghoon, let’s meet up later tonight.

Sunghoonie💞: sure, but are you okay? Why are you texting like that? Is something bothering you?

You smile, feeling giddy to know that Sunghoon could notice these little things about you, but your smile drops as you realize what you needed to tell him later.

You: Um, yeah. I need to tell you something, and I’d rather tell you in person…

Sunghoonie💞: Of course, anything for you. Same place at same time?

You: yeah, like always.

Sunghoonie💞: alright, remember to bring an umbrella tonight, the forecast said it might rain tonight. I love you ❤️

Your heart skips a beat.

You: Thanks Hoonie, you too. I love you too ❤️

You put down your phone and you let out a big sigh. Why did the world hate you so much?

You wait in the bus stop with two cups of hot coffee in your hands.

And somehow, although it was in the middle of winter right now, it was still raining.

You sit under the dimly lit bus station as you wait for Sunghoon to show up. The sky was dark, and the streets were empty and silent. You watched silently as the raindrops fell to the ground in front of you, as you waited, and waited, and waited…but he didn't show up.

It’s been hours since the promised time, and yet he hasn’t shown up. You put down the now cold cups of coffee to check your phone to see if you had missed a message from him or something- but there was nothing. He hasn’t even read your latest message that was sent two hours ago.

Feeling discouraged and cold, you throw the two cold cups of coffee in the nearest trash can as an ambulance speed passes you, in a rush to get to the hospital as fast as they could. Somehow, your heart felt heavy at that moment, as if it was telling you- warning you about something, but you ignored it and started to make your way home.

The rain never stopped. It didn’t stop when you sneaked out the door of your house, it didn’t stop when you got to the station, and it didn’t stop when you were waiting- fuck, it’s still raining now as you walked back home under the same umbrella Sunghoon carried that one day you guys met. The same one that was black and white, the same one that Sunghoon hid behind his backpack when he met you for the third time under the same bus station you were just at.

As you walked your mind kept going over all of the possibilities of why Sunghoon didn’t come. Maybe he was caught by his parents? Or maybe he had something to do last minute?

You walked slowly through the dimly lit streets, your head in the clouds but you never noticed the two shadows that were slowly creeping up behind you.

Before you could even scream, your mouth was covered by a large dirty hand and before you could even process what was happening, you were dragged into a dark alleyway, leaving your (or Sunghoon’s) umbrella on the ground.

“Give us everything on you. Right now.” A hoarse voice calls out beside you and a cold, sharp object pricks your side. Tears rush to your eyes as you begin to shake- terrified for your life, but you don’t move, cold rain drops making your clothes and hair wet.

“I said give me everything on you right. Now!” The man in front of you whisper-yelled, afraid of waking up the neighborhood if he was too loud.

You don’t move, still frozen in fear but a quick, hard slap to your face snaps you out of it.

I don’t wanna die.

You think to yourself.

I still have so many things I want to do. I don’t wanna die.

With a shaky hand, you begin to remove all of the jewelry on you- the earrings you got from your parents when you reached adulthood and the ring you had gotten from your grandmother. You remove your purse from your shoulder before you handed everything to the two thieves.

“Please-please just let me go now, I pro-promise I won’t tell anyone!” Your words shuddered over one another and your voice was shaky, anyone could tell that you were absolutely terrified right now, but the two don’t move.

“We want that too.” The man beside you tells you and he reaches out to touch the necklace on your neck. You shrink yourself away from him, terrified of what he was going to do.

“No! You-you can’t take this! Anything but this!” You yelled at them before they slapped you again making you quickly slap your mouth.

“Shut up you bitch! Do you want to die? Now give us that necklace!” The man in front of you yells while he tries to take the necklace of you himself.

“No!” You try to get away from the man’s hold.

The necklace was something you can not ever give away. It was the first ever gift you had received from Sunghoon, and you didn’t want to ever give it to the filthy criminals that were in front of you.

“Ugh, you bitch! Just give it to us and we’ll leave you alone!” The man beside you tells you as he also joins in the small fight between the man and you for your necklace.

A sudden strike of pain hits you on the side and everything stops.

Slowly, you lose the energy to stand up on your own and you drop down to the floor, a warm, wet substance soaking the back of your shirt, the salty drops of rain hitting your face directly. The two men quickly run away, grabbing all the stuff that you had previously given them when they hear a man shout at the beginning of the alleyway., but not bothering to take your necklace anymore.

Everything felt hazy now, and you couldn’t see anything with your vision bury and black spots filling your vision. You could hear a muffled voice of a man calling for help from you don’t know who, but you could feel your body getting lighter and lighter. The calming sensation of laying on the ground and the cold rain hitting your warm body takes over, and you close your eyes.

Am I dying?

Who are you kidding, of course you were. There was no way you weren’t. A stinging pain was pounding against your left side where one of the men had a knife against you, and it doesn't take a genius to know what happened- even if you were starting to feel more and more sleepy.

Knowing yourself that you’ve already bled too much and that there was no saving you anymore, you let your mind rest and just think about all of the happy things you’ve been through in life- but there were no signs of your parents.

Instead, all you could see when you closed your eyes was the face of your lover. The very man that your parents wanted you to stay away from- the very man you were going to break up with tonight. The man you loved with your whole heart- Park Sunghoon.

His smile, his laugh, all of his small habits, all of the time the two of you skated together, and all of the time you talked under the bus station flew through your mind like a record. All of the happy memories in your too short of a lifetime plays in the matter of a few minutes inside your head, and you do nothing else other than smile when you feel hands over your body, placing you on a soft bed and into an ambulance.

I love you.

You think as tears slowly seeps through the corner of your eyes.

I love you Sunghoon.

His face shows up inside your head again.

Thank you for loving me.

Your hand drops.

And the rain stopped.

Your parents run into the emergency room frantically, both of their hearts heavy with both guilt and worry.

“How is she Doctor?! She’s okay right?” Your mother asks ina. Hurry, not even caring about her image anymore, tears gathered in her eyes as she held onto your father’s arms for support. Your father’s face was void of any emotions but his eyes betrayed him with them over spilling with worry.

Your doctor shakes his head.

“I’m so sorry but the patient had already died when she was on her way to the hospital. I couldn’t do anything for her any more. I’m sorry for your loss. Y/n l/n, time of death; December 8th, 00:13am.” He explains before bowing his head and leaving.

Your mother breaks down in tears as she drops down to the floor, guilt filling her entire body.

If only she didn’t yell at you.

If only she didn’t tell you that you were a disappointment.

If only she didn’t tell you to break up with Sunghoon.

If only she told you she loved you.

Your father stands still as a tear finally runs down one of his eyes. All of the memories of you played over and over again in his mind, from when he first held you in his arms the time when you said your first words, you walking by yourself for the first time, and all of the other things he wished he treasured more when he still had time.

The two of them walked out the door to the emergency room as your body was rolled out with a white blanket on your face by the nurses. Your mother cried even more seeing your body, knowing that everything that happened to you was mostly her fault.

Not far from where your parents stood, another pair of grieving parents were crying over their now dead child.

“This is all your fault!” The woman screamed at her husband. “If you never yelled at him or tried to control him he would’ve never been there!”

The woman breaks down again, as her husband looks down in shame, guilt, and sadness. His only child, his only son was now dead because he tried to make him break up with his beloved.

Sunghoon was now dead because of him.

If only he didn’t yell Sunghoon earlier, then he wouldn’t have tried to meet up with y/n. If he didn’t try to meet with y/n, then he never would’ve died.

Then he would never have been hit by a car.

Maybe it was all because of the two family’s selfishness that led to their only child’s death or perhaps this is just how their story was about to end.

The boy who tried to get to the girl he loved in order to satisfy his father by breaking her heart and the girl who tried to meet with the boy she loved to break his heart. In order to be the good girl her family wanted her to be.

Perhaps it was fate that they both died trying to meet, or maybe they were just never meant to be together and the stars decided to punish them.

How ironic was it that they had both got into an accident near each other, and died on their birthday at the same time?

How ironic that it was their love that led to their own deaths?

How ironic was it, that when the two died, the rain finally stopped?

Mayhaps this was their fate, to fall in love and die. Or maybe, this was all just some kind of sick joke that god played.

Either way, when the rain stopped, two young lovers parted ways. Even death itself could not keep them away.

Hopefully, through their deaths they can finally find their own happiness.

When the rain stops, two lovers parted ways, both of them on their way to meet each other once again at the gates of heaven.

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kazooms · 3 years

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Tbz Hyung Line x gn reader▪︎fluff, suggestive▪︎wc.: 718

"Kissing my Best Friend" Tiktok trend gone right (Part 1/3)

Sangyeon

Sangyeon doesn't use tiktok that much, I think, so he probably wouldn't know about the trend to begin with

You've been planning to kinda confess to him after years of great friendship, but you never found it in yourself to do so

Then you stumbled upon that tiktok trend one day and decided on a whim to do that too, just without filming it

Sangyeon and you were having a chill sleepover at his place anyway so you thought you might as well try and shoot your shot

The two of you were sitting on his couch and watching some random TV show, mostly for background noise though, since you were talking about whatever came to mind

At some point you two were engulfed in a pleasant silence, and you were itching to just get it over with already

You turn your head to do it, but you're met with Sangyeon's face only centimeters away from yours

He notices the way you freeze and snickers before closing the distance and just kissing you

Because he had actually planned the same thing, though not because of some trend

Jacob

Helpp he's probably glued to tiktok the second he opens that damn app

He doesn't open it that often, but when he does he spends all his time on there until his battery dies

So naturally he just knows about certain trends, though he just opts to scroll through them instead of taking part

But this time he thought it would be worth a try and film it secretly, just for himself

He knows you're always on time, so he sets up his phone near the front door to perfectly catch the door and him in the frame

You're surprised when the door flies open not even a second after you knock, a giddy Jacob coming into view

"Hey Co-"

He cut you off unexpectedly, pulling you close by your waist and kissing you

For a second you're frozen, but quickly regain your senses when he's about to pull away

You hinder him by wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in again

Younghoon

Younghoon loves tiktok, even though he's not too confident in his English

He enjoys watching the trends for hours on end and sometimes reenacting them if he feels like it

Maybe you'll join him occasionally on some weird dance challenge, only to laugh your asses off afterwards

But the trend he currently eyes isn't like the others

At one point he asked you to join him once again and of course you did without question

You haven't been up to date with that trend yet so you asked him what it was about when the music started

"You'll see" is all he says before suddenly grabbing your neck and pulling you in for a kiss

The reaction is almost automatic when your arms sling around his neck and you bury a hand in his hair

It escalated to the point where you were full on making out on camera when it dawned on him

In the end you laughed about it

Younghoon secretly saved the video 🥴

Hyunjae

You're kind of an addict when it comes to tiktok, the complete opposite of your best friend

He doesn't think much of the app, but he loves it when you send him random funny videos or cool trend videos

But you kind of slipped when you sent a link to a "kissing my best friend" video to Hyunjae instead of your girl best friend, because both their names were at the top of your list

In your panicked state you tried deleting the message, but instead of deleting it for both of you…. You accidentally deleted it just for you

A look of panic crosses your features when you see Hyunjae from opposite of you open the link and raise his brows before looking at you

"I can ex-"

"If you wanted to kiss me so bad, you could've just done it, you know" He remarks casually, although his own heart felt like beating out of his chest

You hide your face in your hands out of embarrassment, not hearing Hyunjae get up

You can't even react when your hands are pried off your face and your best friend presses his lips to yours without hesitation

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moonshineboyz · 3 years

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Pairing: dom!Changmin x sub!fem reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 0.8k

Warnings: mirror sex, riding, degradation

a/n: it's 23:30 but it's finally here

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"Keep your eyes on yourself, love," Changmin purred into your ear as he held your jaw to maintain your head straight, looking in the mirror from across the room, watching the way your pussy welcomed him inside of you.

You were sitting on his lap with your back against his chest, legs wide open letting him have his way with you easily. You've been at it for what felt like eternity that your body was glistening with sweat and skins sticking together, a drop running in between the valley of your breasts down your torso.

Changmin's hands ran up and down your sides, caressing your thighs as he sensually thrusted up teasing all your senses getting strangled noises from you.

"Look at you, I ain't even fucking you properly and you're still so wet," he grunted. "Such a pathetic slut. You're my pretty slut, got it?" You nodded undulating your hips, seeing his eyes travelling your body as if they were eating you alive. "You like that? You like getting off watching yourself get fucked? Hm?" You were in ecstasy, every word that left his lips rotated around your brain but you couldn't comprehend a thing anymore.

"Min- f-fuck!" Your breath shattered trying to form a simple sentence. He started to rub lazy circles on your clit and held your leg in place when you jerked and almost closed it due to the sensitivity. His pulsating cock massaging your walls at the same time that he kneaded your left breast and kissed down your neck, making damn sure to leave marks. You cried out holding onto his right wrist and burying your fingers on his silky hair.

Your eyelids felt heavy with pleasure but you couldn’t close them, you had to keep them open and watch all the things Changmin was doing to you. And the sight in the mirror was somewhat hot and exciting, like a picture of something dirty and lustful that it turned you on even more. The way his thighs flexed every time he bucked his hips slowly into you and your half-lidded eyes, chest rising and falling and your mouth open letting out curses in a low husky tone that was music to Changmin’s ears.

You begged in a choked up sob for Changmin to go faster but he pinched your nipple making you gasp. “Don’t forget that I am in charge and you’re my toy, so I decide what to do to you. Understood?” You nodded. He pinched your nipple again and you clenched this time. “Aw, does my pretty slut like when I'm rough with her? You like it when I tease you?" You mewled when he pressed harder on your clit, shockwaves running through your entire body and his teeth sinking down onto the flesh of your shoulder.

"Changmin~ please..." You were in the verge of tears, whining and breathing loudly just wanting him to actually fuck you, skin heated up but you weren't getting anything you wanted.

It took you by surprise when he finally gripped your hips to guide them up and down his cock and started to thrust up making you moan in a high-pitched voice. "Don't you look so beautiful when I fuck you like this?" You put your hands over his trying to hold onto something as his short nails was leaving crescent moons on your skin. "I said to keep watching yourself," he said with greeted teeth when your head dropped back onto his shoulder and pushed into you hard.

You immediately turned your gaze back to the mirror, the lewd sounds filling the room as Changmin made you sink down on him.

When he pushed your back a little you knew he wanted you to do the work yourself. Then you leaned in pushing your hips back and held onto his knees to support your weight. Changmin propped himself up on his elbows and watched the way his cock disappeared into your dripping cunt as you moved fast, clenching at the angle he was hitting your spot.

"If you keep squeezing me like that I'm not gonna last long," He groaned throwing his head back but you were also so close that you could almost feel your release at your fingertips.

You clenched even harder, rolling your hips and bouncing sloppily. His cock was throbbing and you were expecting his hot cum fill you up when he sat back up and grabbed your shoulders pulling them to make you lean against him again. He held your hips down and pounded you as hard and deep as he could, fanning his hot breath against your neck and groaning in your ear. "Such a dirty whore, watch how pathetic you look cumming around my cock."

Your body convulsed and you cried out, cumming almost at the same time as Changmin. He thrusted a few more times riding out from his high and bit your shoulder, next to the faint bite mark he made earlier. You breathed in deeply, finally able to close your eyes and you just let your body go limp as Changmin took you and placed you on the bed.

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bearseungmin · 3 years

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[ heard but unseen. ] — hyunjin wonders what use a mirror is to his vampire form until he gets you before it and sees the delectable synopsis that could fulfill his craving.

rating: mature! pairing: vampire! hyunjin x human! gender-neutral! reader genre: smut, supernatural word count: 1.2k [warnings]: mature content, sexual content, sensory deprivation, mirror kink, hair-pulling, mentions of masturbation, drooling, unsafe sex, creampie A/N: this idea came to me from the joke “how many vampires do you think have been backed over because they couldn’t be seen in the rear-view mirrors?” enjoy! do not interact with this if you are under 18.

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An aggrivational expression on his face, Hyunjin's forehead had never been so tense. The man had wandered up and down the halls of his home for weeks, awaiting the moonlight to seep through the thin cracks of the thick curtains to come and find you.

But it was you that found him first, his long form stood still with his index finger rubbing across his plump, bottom lip.

"You seem bothered." Your voice didn't cater to his lost but focused state, his brow only lifting in response.

"I've never made use of this mirror." He chimed, opposite hand finding your shoulder to pull you into his side.

The golden-framed piece was too large to set on furniture, too heavy and timid. It was meant to be drilled into its original vanity, one that had been lost long before you even knew Hyunjin's kind existed. It only leaned up against the wall like an art piece created so long ago, dust concealing the top around the designed swirls in the frame.

His perception confused you, eyes finding only your own in the reflection. An undead man had no use of such an object, the smirk forming on his lips completely out of your sight from where you stood.

Head falling against your own, dragging down to your shoulder to press a kiss to your neck, then your cheek, and one lasting peck to your temple.

"Until now."

It was obvious where his mind had disappeared to. Why he had been so drawn to the reflective glass in the golden frame. It wasn't that he could see himself, it was that he could only see you. Like a mosaic painting only he would witness during his walk of the museum.

Your hair moved backward, pressed behind your ear by his long fingers. A new display of skin he searched for, his lips enclosed on the lobe of your ear as he took in a deep breath of your scent.

"Would you care to make use of it with me?" A sharp point of the long canine hardly caught your warm skin before he pulled away, finally taking in your eyes shining back at him.

"What else would I do tonight?" Your response was sarcastic, it only made the corners of his lips thin into a wicked smile.

Usually it was only your breathing reacting to his actions, but as he slipped down to his knees dragging his hands down your form as he went, it was his panting filling the room.

Intimacy was proven each time he roamed your skin, pulled fabric from your limbs. Top over your head, bottoms yanked to the floor to droop around your feet. His tongue wasn't even hot like the natural person, but he still ravished you like a last meal.

Blonde locks floating past his shoulders, threaded through your fingers and gently tugged in tandem with the twirls of his muscle, your moans finally caught up to his heavy breathing.

"Cravings, they do things to the mind." Hyunjin always had a way of explaining himself, even in the midst of his heated display.

When the man fell most hungry, the thickened red liquid undrinkable unless optionless, you were his fix. Hefty pumps or kitten licks closing him in on his next high, his deadened body still able to feel certain feelings in due time.

"Then why are you being so gentle?" Voice like water against his rocks, the man's strong pull at your hips caused you to catch his sight.

Large eyes blown in proportion to your own, lips swelling by the minute, milky skin speckled with youth to mask himself as more human; Hyunjin begged you.

"Allow me to do more then."

And his predominated thought was returned to his mind, muscles tensing with his motions. Hands around your waist as he spun completely, he fell behind you. human senses at their peak from the loss of one—sight—you maneuvered towards the true potential.

No one stood behind you in the reflection, and yet you felt his cold form pressing into your nearly nude body. His fingertips collided with the bands of your underwear, tugging, yanking, kicking them away until they were on the floor inches from you. His lips found the skin of your neck a second time, licking and biting, but never leaving a real mark. Your blood rushed to the exposed spaces, focused in on where he brought pressure, and filled his nose with his second favorite scent of all.

Even in the dark of night, you knew he could find you. Candles lit, dimmed bulbs flickering from age on the walls, and Hyunjin pulling you into his front whilst you both fell to the floor.

Your legs opened wider in the reflection, a single person staring back at you. The skin of your thighs moved with his fingertips, changed colors with his rough hand enveloping the skin to watch it react, and returned to its natural color as he turned his attention elsewhere.

Your lower-half was at the hottest temperature of your entire body, small gestures of his cold breath making you break with goosebumps. He found you, wet from the arousal he gave you and the rushing visual of what he looked like behind you. Two fingers toyed with you, slowly making circles. More wetness, his panting louder than the squelches in your ear, and the hard poke of his cock against your ass.

"If you don't—" You began, smirking to yourself in the mirror because you knew he could see you. "—you'll never see yourself again."

A well-made point to his already stated hypothesis. His hand hardly brushed against his throbbing self before it was tugged from below his button and zipper, placed at your entrance to witness magic at its finest.

Your back curved against him, hole swelled from his tip, and your body took him with a single thrust. Warmed up, pleading and merciless to his craving to release the pressure of hunger in his chest, he saw exactly what he hoped to.

In his perspective, it looked as if you were masturbating with an invisible object. Head thrown back, mouth agape, his name spilling from your lips with a slight bit of drool: he was enjoying this sight more than anything he had seen before, because it was you.

"Look at that." His voice was sing-songy, hand moving into your peripheral as he pointed your own form out in the mirror. "You take me so well."

He could see himself slip out of you, and you could feel him press back in. Eyes heavy from the pleasure, it almost seemed as if he wanted the show to himself now. Hard thrusts paired with heavy thumps of your beating heart against his chest, he smiled harder than he ever had before.

"Almost feels like it's mine again."

You didn't need to see him in the reflection of the history-riddled piece, you could feel his cold cheek closing in on yours. The heat of your body mixed with the intense chill of his brought an exchange of liquids to rush from both of you, hefty breaths and laughter the only sound in the open space.

"Settled?" You asked, voice hoarse but fulfilled.

"Of all the mirrors—" He grinned. "I knew I'd need to keep this one around for a special day like today."

#straykidsland #prism.nsfw #fkp-net #skz smut #stray kids smut #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #mature #drabble: heard but unseen #tw sensory deprivation #tw drooling #tw hair pulling #tw mirrors #bearseungmin.kinktober.2021 #bearseungmin.drabbles #bearseungmin.favorites

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a super quick pre-surgery drabble written for my lovely @jungwon-luv-bot-pt3 as a little pick me up!! I hope this helps put even a small smile on your face and gives you a quick break from school, kyu 🍬💖

wc: 443

genre: fluff

pairing: gn!reader x yangyang

warnings: mentions of school, stress, food

"Hey baby," Yangyang's soft voice echoes down the hall. "Baby, baby, baby, baby!"

He stops in the doorway and stares at you, slumped over your desk with headphones on as you pour over textbooks and notes. For a moment, Yangyang falters. He wonders if he really wants to distract you or if he should just bring you a snack and leave.

But then his lips turn up into a sweet smile as he realizes: he can do both. With a mischevious giggle, he leaves the room as you sit there, not-so-blissfully unaware that your boyfriend had come home early.

In the meantime, you sigh in defeat, burying your face in your hands. Your eyes are heavy, stomach is grumbling, and hands are sore. You would give anything to rest. But you know you can't; your project is due tomorrow, and you procrastinated just one day too many.

Normally, you would scold yourself but you can't find the energy to do so tonight. You don't even think you can pull this off before the deadline.

Just as tears prick your eyes, you feel a hand on your shoulder. Another gently pulls your headphone to uncover your ear.

"Take a break, baby," your boyfriend murmurs. "You deserve it."

You look up at him a moment, and he quickly quips:

"And it looks like you need it too."

Despite everything, you burst into laughter. A few tears slip down your cheek, but you don't notice. A wave of emotions washes over you, but the strongest one is relief that Yangyang is with you.

"You're lucky I love you," you say weakly after calming down.

He beams at you, extending his hand. "And I love you too. Which is why we're taking an hour dinner and stupid YouTube video break, okay? Takeout is on the way."

Your smile falls for a moment as uncertainty washes over you. You tell your boyfriend that you're already worried about not making the deadline, but he shushes you.

"Deadline, shmeadline. No but seriously, you've been working so hard, you need to recharge to finish the last of it! It's probably taking so long because you're tired. A little break will help, and if it makes you feel better, I'll stay with you until you're done. Okay?"

You smile brightly at him and nod.

"Good," he grins, "now come here!" He pulls you into him, fingers dancing along your sides.

You shriek in laughter and slap his hands away, creating an opening for you to run away. With Yangyang following close behind, giggling as he chases you, you run out into the hall to try to find refuge in the living room.

taglist: @minlighthyuk @wisegirlleah @lovelyutas (bc yangyang!)

#multifandomnet #kdiner #fkp-net #prism.nw #nct imagines #yangyang imagines #wayv imagines #nct fluff #yangyang fluff #wayv fluff #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #my writing

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