#kiseok x reader

[chicken-fifi]

Home Sweet Home | Jay Park

Pairing: Jay Park X Fem!Reader

Requested by anon: Hi! Can I request for a scenario please? Jay Park (soloist) and the reader (his girlf) gets into a very bad fight, and they ignore each other for a while (maybe it’s already been more than a week? He doesn’t go home, sleeps at his studio, basically cold war) Then he gets drunk at his friend’s, Junwon’s (pH-1, or you can choose another artist if you’re not familiar with him) house and Jay whines to his friend that he wants his girlfriend to pick him up. She does and he’s so clingy on the way home, like apologizing and holding her hands. When they reach home and go to bed, he hugs her tightly and mumbles “home sweet home” just before he falls asleep. Basically a angsty scenario with a very cute and fluffy ending to ruin my life. I’m sorry this ask is so long and specific, and thank you if you choose to write this :)

Genre: angst to fluff

Word Count: 1,298 words

A/n: one of the last requests i will be writing for november....that makes me kinda sad actually. i hope you guys enjoyed!

The crummy, old, studio couch was really starting to mess with Jay’s back. As he sat up, his entire spine popped like there was no tomorrow, seemingly realigning after one more night’s less than peaceful rest. Stretching as best as he could, he rubbed his shoulder trying to get the growing ache to go away without success.

It’d already been a week since your fight. More than a week had passed since the two of you had last spoken, been in the same room, been in the same 5 meter radius as one another. He’d stopped by your shared apartment a number of times during the course of the past two weeks, namely because he needed to change and shower in order to look somewhat presentable and put together during advising meetings and other meetings that he didn’t have the mental capacity to even think about fully at that very moment.

“You slept here again?” a voice echoed through the blacked out room.

Jay turned his head, spotting Kiseok in the doorway looking at him oddly. If it weren’t him currently being preoccupied with how much longer he could handle the unpleasant company of this couch, he would’ve called the man before him a hypocrite. Acting like he wasn’t the type of person to sleep in the studios for longer periods of time than he was actively doing - although Jay was pretty close to breaking that record.

“It was that bad?” he asked, stepping inside, closing the door behind him. In the time he’d known you and Jay as a couple he’d seen and heard about many small squabbles and little banters between the two of you, but none had ever resulted in the thirty-something year old man not going home for nearly two weeks.

“Yeah,” Jay responded, throwing his head back against the couch. “It was pretty bad.”

~~~

“You could at least make an effort to make it to come to these things,” you said as you both entered the apartment after Jay picked you up from a family gathering you had attended - alone…again. “They all think that you see them as unworthy of your presence.”

Jay kept his mouth shut, not wanting to argue about this again. Of course he wanted to spend time with your family. He’d been dating you for a while now, but he could count the number of times he’s met with your family in one hand - a wedding and the dinner he had with your parents. But when he was as busy as he was managing labels and artists, still creating his own music, there was only much time left in a day. And he was behind on work as it was. There was no way he would’ve been able to attend the family gathering your sibling had planned with your cousins without falling even more behind. He just had to pick his battles and prioritize what he had to do.

And the recent meeting regarding the new label he was establishing had won.

“Are you listening to me?” your voice cut through his thoughts like a sharp knife.

Speaking of picking his battles…

“I have a job I need to do!” he raised his voice. “If I can’t make it to some stupid gathering, then I can’t make it to a stupid gathering. They’re not even my family!”

~~~

They’re not even my family.

Those words still rang through his head like a curse day and night. He knew he should have said that. He knew saying that would only make matters worse. But he was tired and simply wanted to go to bed with you by his side and get a good night’s rest. Surprise, surprise, neither of those things happened. Instead he was banished to the couch in the apartment for the night, getting a crick in his neck and then leaving the morning after to not go back when you would be home.

“You’re lucky I’m not your girlfriend,” Kiseok said. “If you had said that to me…I would’ve slapped you across the face and then left you for good.”

Jay groaned, pressing the heel of his hands to his eyes. He knew it was bad, but hearing it from an outsider only made him realize just how bad it actually was.

“Junwon and I are meeting up for drinks tonight,” Kiseok said as he looked at the man clearly going through one of the worst periods of his life. “I don’t if you wanna join us or something but, you can.”

~~~

Jay took Kiseok up on his offer, which admittedly probably wasn’t the best idea given his current mindset. But there he was. Knocking back shot after shot without a second thought or even thinking about the repercussions of the next morning. He was purely going through it at that moment in time. 

“I think you’ve had enough,” Junwon said as he reached for the glass in front of his boss. “Do you want me to call a cab?”

Kiseok, who was equally as inebriated as Jay mumbled something incoherent under his breath as Jay shot him a look.

“(y/n) can pick me up,” he slurred, eyes glassy at the thought of you. “She loves me.”

“Like hell she does,” Kiseok slurred back, the comment going unheard.

“Give me my phone. I’ll call ‘er.”

Junwon wasn’t sure it would be a good idea to let the clearly drunken man make the call and managed to distract him with something else as he stepped out of the room. While tipsy, he wasn’t nearly as drunk as Jay and managed to sound somewhat composed as he called you, explaining the situation. The deep sight on the other of the line was enough to make him that you would reject coming to get the man, but he was pleasantly surprised by your response.

“You still live at XXX right?” you asked.

~~~

Junwon answered the door as soon as the bell rang, Jay poked his head from the living room shouting your name as he stumbled in your direction, hugging you tightly as he collided with your smaller frame. 

Your arms wrapped around him attempting to steady him so the two of you wouldn’t take a tumble. Your eyes landed on the other set of eyes peering in your direction from the living room.

“Does he need a ride too?” you asked. 

Kiseok shook his head, “I’m fine!”

“His cab’s on the way. Sure you can handle him?” Junwon asked.

You looked at the man basically attempting to bury himself into your body. You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face, “I think we’ll be fine.”

~~~

You huffed as you were finally relieved of Jay’s weight as he fell onto the bed. The man hadn’t let go of your hand the entire drive home repeatedly apologizing nearly bursting into tears as he did so. You were certain the building security guard thought that there was some sort of domestic dispute between the two of you by how he eyes you both suspiciously asking if everything was alright at the sight of Jay’s tears.

“You need to change,” you whispered softly as he struggled before proceeding to help him, not bothering to even remind him to brush his teeth. You were tired and wanted to go to bed.

The second you finished your own nighttime routine and plopped onto the bed, Jay’s body wrapped around you, pulling you as close to him as he could nose pressed to your head. The sigh that left his lips was one of pure relief. And his next words made your heart skip a beat.

“Home sweet home.”

While you knew that there was still a lot to discuss in the morning, you knew that ultimately the two of you would be okay.

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[whats-wild-to-you]

may I request something too? a scenario of jay x reader in which their friends introduce them to eachother and they both fall in love right away but they’re still in the friends stage? 👉👈 thank you for writing 💚

OMG like they just met but they already know they’re soulmates but they can’t say ‘I love you’ on the first day they meet so they have to pace themselves? 😍 _____________________________________________

Other men stopped looking at you the minute they saw you with Jay. Stopped flirting with you when you became friends. Basically you were invisible to them.

Eric Nam, a mutual friend, introduced you to each other one day and from then on it felt like you were walking around with a huge sign on your back reading ‘Jay’s girl’.

You felt it too. The undeniable desire to be near him. You hadn’t felt this attracted to a man in a long time. But it wasn’t just a physical attraction. You were smitten by his pure heart and mind. Regardless if you both ended up together or not, you knew right away Jay was someone you wanted, and needed, close to you.

Mostly it was you who ditched the office and worked from Jay’s studio instead. You were practically inseparable and Jay’s label mates joked around about you still being ‘just’ friends.

“What’s the point? Isn’t it frustrating?” Loco had asked one day.

“What is?” You asked nonchalantly, briefly looking up from your work.

“I mean you obviously like each other!” Loco replied slightly frustrated.

“Like? More like lo-”

But Kiseok was interrupted by Jay, who instead of calming down his label mates, turned to you, repeating Loco’s initial question, a wicked smile dancing on his lips.

You started panicking and felt cornered. You knew exactly the reason why you were ‘just’ friends with Jay but were afraid to say it out loud. Looking at him, you didn’t think you were a good match but knew that Jay would disagree instantly.

“You don’t know this but my relationships in the past ended badly even though we were attracted to each other. So naturally I became more cautious. I’m not blind, I know that there are sparks flying. But honestly, the moment I met Jay I thought I really like this guy, even if we don’t end up dating, he’s someone I want to have around. I’d be happy with just that.” You concluded, smiling softly.

Looking at the boys’ faces, you saw genuine admiration in them, some even wiped off tears that had escaped their eyes.

And then there was Jay. He looked solemn, swallowed a couple times and cleared his throat, before he got up off his seat and walked over to you.

He walked behind you, giving you a tight back hug while softly kissing the top of your head.

“Look! He got emotional!” Kiseok pointed out and the rest cooed.

Hours later, everyone else had left, it was just Jay and you who were in the room.

Jay broke the silence first, asking sheepishly. “Did you really mean what you said earlier?”

“Yes.” You simply stated. Your gaze was on him, challenging him.

“I wanted to ask you out on a date when we first met but thought you might turn me down.” He said, fidgeting with his hands.

You shook your head amused. That’s when Jay mustered up all his courage and walked up to you.

He stood in front of you, looking down at your beaming face, his hands cupping your cheeks.

“Can I be your boyfriend then?”

He was almost whispering. When you nodded, the smile on his face became bigger and he dipped his head, capturing your lips with his.

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[yoonia]

Simon Says [M]

➬ Title | Simon Says

➬ Summary | It’s time to play. Time to be a good girl and follow everything Simon says. Because Simon always has a special reward for his girl.

➬ Pairing | Simon Dominic (Jung Kiseok) x reader

↳ Genre; Ratings | Smut, PWP, Established relationship; 18+/Mature

↳ Word count | 4k words

↳ Warning | Explicit scene, dom/sub relationship, dom!Kiseok, sub!reader (but she’s being a brat), felatio, throat fucking, spanking, breast/nipple play (a few biting may or may not be involved), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cum eating, degradation, dirty talk, praise kink, rough sex, multiple orgasms/overstimulation. This is pure filth so enter with caution! 

↳ Author’s Note | this is basically a PWP smut, as stated above. Blame his music video for this, particularly this part. (And yeah, this piece had basically been buried in my draft ever since that MV came out. Sorry about that T^T)

➬ Masterlist | Ko-fi 

—  © 2020 Yoonia, all rights reserved. reposting/modifying of any kind is not allowed. translations are not allowed.

He loves to make you wait.

The anticipation and not knowing what is going to happen next, to not know what he has planned for you, has always given you the thrill and excitement for what is to come. Even if you are here, naked and alone, your body is already reacting intensely with the wait.

You are sitting on your knees at the center of his king-sized bed, palms resting on your bare thighs, listening to the water running inside the bathroom as he is taking his sweet time under the hot shower.

Your skin has grown sensitive that every brush of the breeze coming from the air conditioner sends your body shuddering even without him touching you yet. Your breasts are bare, your hardened nipples pointing forward and pinching themselves against the cold. But you could feel your body slowly heating up when you hear him finishing up, knowing that it is almost time for him to be here.

Hot enough to send every surge of heat all the way south.

You may have your legs folded and pressed together, but you could still feel it, the moisture leaking from the slick folds as the pace of your heartbeat increases with every second that passes by.

The sound of the running water stops and your heartbeat picks up. Focusing solely on controlling your breath, you keep your head down as you wait for him to enter the bedroom.

Minutes pass by before the bathroom door opens and the soft thuds of his footsteps on the carpeted floor is heard. You hold your gaze down, even as he speaks so gently to you while he admires the sight you are presenting to him.

“My, my—what a nice gift, kitten,” he says, humming with his deep, raspy voice. “Look up to me.”

You raise your head at his command and watch him as he walks over from across the room, taking long, confident strides as if he is a predator stalking on his prey. Each footstep sends your heartbeat pounding harder against your chest. While each beat of your heart sends pulsing heat all the way down to your center, adding more moisture right at your folds. As you move your legs rubbing against each other to seize the burning need, his grin widens.

“Have you been waiting long, kitten?”

“Yes, Sir,” you answer him with your voice almost breaking and your throat dry. The air has been thick with tension and watching his whole body in this perfect view is really not helping your case at all.

His bare chest is on display, still misty from the shower while his towel is hanging low on his hips, barely covering the tent pointing up from underneath, his shaft already hard and ready for you. He reaches out to you as he stops at the foot of the bed, tucking your hair gently to the back of your earlobes while he runs his gaze down your body.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, before giving his hand for you to take. “Come closer.”

Taking his hand, you let him help you rise from your position before you begin crawling closer. Reaching the edge of the bed, you sit back to wait for the next command. You keep your eyes on his face, holding back the urge to kiss his lips senseless the way you really want it to.

“Kneel. Keep your hands on your back,” he commands you. He must have noticed your fingers twitching, almost reaching out to tug the towel hanging on his hips from its bind until it falls down to the floor. But you follow his word instead. Reaching to your back, you entwine your fingers together to give yourself the restraint which he wants you to have.

“Open that beautiful mouth of yours.”

Without wasting any more time, you open your mouth for him. You let your jaw relax a little and slowly begin to control your breath through your nose. You already know what is about to happen, so you brace yourself, pushing down the eagerness to please him a little to savour the moment.

His eyes are dark as he rakes down the sight of you, all bare and ready for him, submitting to his words. With your mouth ajar and your hands bound on your back, you are almost helpless and completely under his control. As he stands right at the foot of the bed with his legs slightly spread out, he gently peels the fluffy towel around his hips, setting his hard-on free.

His cock jumps up and twitches once it is released, as if it is overjoyed from seeing you there. Its massive length is hard, veins popping out of its girth all the way from the base to the swollen head. Drops of pre-cum begin to leak at the tip, and you run your tongue along your lips, wishing that you could have a taste.

His palm rests at the center of his shaft, stroking himself gently as he slowly guides the head of his cock onto your lips.

“Are you willing to do as I say, kitten?” he asks you, gently, while slapping the hard mushroom tip on your bottom lip.

“Yes, sir,” you whisper to him, and his smile grows wide.

“Good. Then take my cock inside that pretty little mouth of yours until you can feel me inside your throat,” he whispers as he slides his cock inside your mouth. “That’s it. That’s a good girl.”

You wish you could reach out to him and grab him as he pushes in deeper, yet you hold yourself back and clutch your hands together even tighter on your back, unwilling to defy him or do anything without his permission. Then he buries his fingers in your hair, holding you in place with a soft grip on the strands before he begins to control the pace.

“How deep can you take me, my little pet?” His husky voice rumbles deep as you are trying to fit as much of him as you could into your mouth. He rolls his hips a few times, pushing deep until you give out a choking sound before pulling back, repeating the movement until you are used to his size and he could reach deeper each time he returns.

You let out a deep moan around his cock, giving it another suck before pulling back, releasing his cock from your lips with a pop to catch your breath. A tiny drop of pre-cum manages to appear on his tip once again, and you quickly lean forward to lick it off.

“I can take as much as you want me to,” you answer him breathlessly, and pride comes over you when he seems pleased to hear your promise.

“Then take it all, kitten. Take everything,” he says, sliding his cock back into your hot mouth and you take him in with hunger, sucking and licking along the length as he pushes, thrusts, until he is at the deepest.

To each time his swollen tip hits the back of your throat, your body jolts and twitches. Heat comes running down your body and you can feel your arousal pooling even more intensely between your legs, slowly soaking up your thighs as it drips out of your folds. Then he picks up his pace, all while the grip on your hair tightens. He shoves his cock down your throat deeper, faster, making you struggle to take it all. You moan deeply around his thick shaft as he continues fucking your throat roughly. His hips bucking forward with force and his head falling back to the pleasure rushing through him.

Your own body starts to react as you are burning with need. Your core is pulsing, begging to be filled as you feel the rush of his climax coming closer at the same time.

As you feel his body growing tense, you move your head, bobbing up and down to help him reach his orgasm so he could feed you with his seed. The pleasure earns deep grunts coming from him, curses coming out under his breath until he pulls a handful of your hair and forces you to release him.

“Fuck, kitten. Your mouth always makes me feel so good,” he whispers breathlessly, his eyes are filled with pride as he compliments you. Running his fingers gently to brush your hair away from your sweaty face, he gives you a moment to catch your breath, letting you bask in the joy of receiving his praises. He gently tips your chin up, looking you straight in the eyes as he says, “As much as I enjoyed fucking your throat, I want to feel your hot pussy and make you come around me before I let you take every drop of my seed.”

With that, your pussy pulses harder. “Please, Sir.”

“What is it that you want, kitten?”

Licking your swollen lips to savour the remnants of his taste, you press your legs together and beg him, “Please fuck me.”

You hear him chuckling softly, his smile taking over his face and his eyes glow under the light, filled completely with admiration and lust. Stroking himself gently, Kiseok leans down to take your lips, kissing you with fervour as if he is giving you the first part of his reward.

Pulling back, he gives you his other hand to take. He helps you to move by pulling you up, holding you strongly from falling on your trembling knees as you begin to crawl backwards. He climbs onto the bed while you lie down on your back, your legs spread apart for him.

His eyes move down between your legs, watching closely at your slick folds while your pussy clenches and pulses. With one hand still stroking up and down his length, he uses the other to push your knees apart, positioning himself at the center.

He takes a tight hold of his cock and brings it to your folds, rubbing its head up and down your soaked slit. You have grown sensitive and needy, your clit had already grown engorged and swollen with every pulse it keeps making that you could almost swear that you could erupt into an instant orgasm right then and there, right when you feel his cock nudging against your rosebud.

You know that he could see it, and feel it when your body jolts upward, your legs shuddering around him with every rub of his cock against your hot slit. With a deep chuckle, he slaps his cock against your pulsing clit, sending you yelping and gasping at the touch. Using your moisture and his arousal, he leads the tip into your opening, rubbing the hard tip in circular motions before pressing gently, pushing his way in while his hands move to hold your legs apart.

“You want this cock, don’t you?” he asks you gently while pushing forward, his cock stretching out your hot entrance slowly, and he circles his hips just a tease.

You nod your head to answer him, before you remember to use your voice and your words to let him know that you are present. “Yes, I want your cock.”

With your answer comes his grin, then he slams inside you, hard, earning your strained scream. “Oh, God!”

He begins to thrust hard and fast, not giving you time to relax around him and sending your body humming with desire, your pussy walls spasming around him. It takes only a few more hard thrusts before your body finally gives in, your arousal flooding around his girth to help him slide back and forth into your hot cavern with more ease.

“You like it when I fuck you hard, don’t you?” he asks you with a chuckle as he begins pounding into you, hard and fast, earning series of whimpers and cries coming out of your lips.

“Yes, oh God. Yes, please fuck me harder!” you beg him. With your knees folded up, you push your hips to meet his thrust, helping him to reach deeper with your toes curling and your fingers buried deep into the sheets.

As the thick head of his cock sinks all the way into your depths, moving in and out of you in a frantic pace, you reach up to hold your breasts. You begin to fondle yourself, playing with your own hard nipples, pinching and pulling your nubs until your body twitches with the sensory overload rushing through you.

He growls deep and stops thrusting, slapping your hands away with a scowl. “Did I tell you to touch yourself?” he grunts, keeping a lock hold on your wrists to stop you from moving back in to touch yourself. He bends his head down, sucking one nipple into his mouth then giving you a bite, hard, until you scream out with both pain and pleasure when the sensation sends your pussy clenching hard around him.

“You seem to be enjoying your punishment a little bit too much,” he groans against your pulsing nipple, lapping it with his tongue before moving to the next. “What a little slut,” he chastises you softly, slapping at the nipple that he had just bitten before taking the other into his mouth, biting it harder than the other until you cry out.

He comes back into thrusting his cock deep inside you until the moment you are close to plunge right into your climax, only to have him pulling away, releasing your throbbing nub from his lips with a few more laps on your skin and pulling out his cock from your heat.

“Turn around,” he commands you. You quickly comply, flipping onto your hands and knees and burying your head against the pillow. Your hips are arched off the bed, just the way he likes it, and you thrust your ass in the air to invite him back inside you.

He gives you a smack on one side of your bottom cheek before giving it harder on the other, earning a few soft yelps coming out of your lips when he repeats each one a few more times until your butt grows tender with a shade of crimson marring the skin. Yet, to each pain he gives you, your core gives out a pulse, and your arousal comes back out dripping down your thighs to let him know how good the pain is making you feel.

“You naughty slut. My dirty, sexy kitten likes it when I smack these pretty ass, doesn’t she?” he growls, playing it off as his displease even though he begins rubbing his palms gently right at your tender skin, pressing and kneading until your arousal comes out leaking even harder, your pussy clenching tight to the loss of his cock.

You respond to him by wiggling your ass, telling him just how much you need him back inside you while sucking a deep breath, bracing yourself for whatever he is about to give you next.

He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you roughly back against his chest as he thrusts his cock back into your pussy. He begins to pump in and out, pounding into your cunt so hard that the bed begins shaking beneath you, its posts hitting frantically against the wall in the same intense rhythm as his cock as he rams into you. His other hand moves forward, playing and grabbing your swaying breasts, pinching at your nub so hard until you let out another cry between the delightful moans you have been making for the intense pleasure he is giving you. He keeps fucking you with force, continuously moving in and out with rapid thrusts, until he could feel you both heading towards the edge.

Just as you feel like you are tipping over the peak of your arriving climax, his hand finds your clit, touching your engorged rosebud gently at first, before he gives your clit a hard pinch. With a primal scream, your body shakes and quakes in his arm with the most intense climax that he had ever given you.

Your orgasm comes to you in a few intense waves, rushing and surging from deep within your core and spreading all over you like live wire. But there is no sign for Kiseok to stop, as he keeps holding you tight against him and he keeps pounding into you, sending you plunging into another set of climax when you have barely gotten over the previous one.

You feel his hips slapping repeatedly against your bottom, his deep grunts coming out with a few whispers of his curses, and he keeps on pummelling his cock between your pulsing walls, prolonging your orgasm until it feels almost impossible for you to take it anymore, and only then does he finally slow down, giving you some reprieve from the overwhelming pleasure rushing through you.

As you continue to shiver in his arms, basking in the intense spasms of your climax that seem never-ending, the walls of your pussy clenching and tightening around his cock, milking him until you feel him tensing against your back.

Instead of letting himself go and filling your pussy with his cum, he jerks his hips a few more times and pulls out roughly. “I’m coming, kitten. Take me in your mouth,” he commands you as you drop down on the bed.

Your hands and legs are shaking when you push yourself up on the bed, but you manage to flip back and crawl closer to be in front of him.

He grips his cock tightly, moving his hand up and down as you get up on your knees in front of him, your mouth is open and ready for him. Just as his shaft begins to twitch and his hips tense under each stroke he gives himself, he brings the head of his cock back on your parted lips. You let your lips engulf him at his tip as he pushes deeper, thrusting deep in your throat as he continues to chase for climax. And soon, he is shooting his release down your throat with a few deep guttural groans.

And you take everything.

Taking every single drop of his seed, as promised, you lap and suck while your throat works hard to swallow everything. The tangy taste of your release mixing with his cum tastes delightful as you clean off every drop of his thick cum.

His grunts become deeper as he releases the final drops of his seed into your mouth. You could feel his cock growing softer against your tongue, and he slowly pulls out of your lips, leaving a few drops of his cum falling down your chin.

With a deep exhale of breath, he opens his eyes to look down on your face. He is still basking on his own climax when you touch your chin, wiping the cum off of your face with your finger before you bring everything into your mouth. You keep your eyes on him as you lick down on your digits until they are clean, giving you a chance to see it when his gaze darkens and his body—still twitching slightly with the last few rushes of his climax—becomes hard and tense, and his cock twitches as a sign that it is coming back alive.

With one swift move, he pushes you back into the bed until you are lying beneath him. He hovers on top of you, holding your waist with one hand while he takes a handful of your hair with the other, bringing your face to him so he could take your lips into a searing kiss.

His kisses and touches are filled with hunger. Within moments, you feel the heat inside you building up, the exhaustion is quickly replaced with a newfound desire. Your core is still sore, and your bottom cheeks feel as if they are burning as your body is rubbing against the sheets. But there is something brewing inside you that is begging to be filled.

As if he could tell how your body is reacting to him, Kiseok reaches down between your legs, finding your throbbing pussy once again and begins to rub gently up and down your slit, gathering your arousal with his fingers.

“What do we have here?” he softly hums against your lips just as the tip of his fingers find your opening. “Are you ready to have more, kitten?”

Nodding your head slowly, you suck a deep breath and force your voice to come out, “Yes, Sir. Please. I want your cock inside me.”

He bends down, swirling his tongue around your hard nipples, taking in one at a time while he keeps on rubbing at your opening, gathering more moisture before he pushes himself up. Your eyes trail down on the lower part of his body, finding his cock already growing hard and ready to impale its length inside you.

“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet,” he groans, taking his cock into his palm where he gives himself a few gentle strokes. “Now be a good girl and pull your knees up to your chest and keep them there.”

You quickly comply to him, taking your shaking legs up, pressing your folded knees against your chest with your hands holding them up, locking them in place as he positions himself at your opening. The tip of his cock immediately finds its place, and he wastes no time before he pushes forward, easily spreading your entrance wide apart for him to enter.

“Don’t cum until I say you could,” he threatens you with a grunt. Then he slams right back in, immediately beginning to pound into your cunt relentlessly and without mercy, sending your still sensitive pussy walls clenching hard around his girth with the threat of your orgasm rising too soon.

As waves and waves of electric pleasure come building up inside you, you soon realise that the night is far from over. You know that you would have to face even more punishments before you could finally earn his glorious rewards. And he knows that he is winning the game the moment the head of his cock pushes against your sweet spot, hitting it repeatedly until you scream out with the mixture of pain and pleasure.

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[richrubies]

The Worst (Simon D x Reader)

You knew that technically you and Kiseok weren’t a couple. You were one another’s non-secretive secrets; or in simpler terms, everyone in AOMG knew you were sleeping together, but weren’t actually together. And for a while, it worked for you – you had a busy career that made it hard to give your partner the time and attention they deserved. But there had come a moment where you had started to catch yourself looking at Kiseok in a different light…a loving one.

But it wasn’t reciprocated – or more so, Kiseok just didn’t bother to really acknowledge what was obvious to him. He was rather good at burying his head in the sand at moments like this. Just thinking about what label you would put on yours and Kiseok’s relationship, gave you a headache.

You’d met Kiseok through Ju-kyung. You were into underground rapping and by chance had met Duck years ago at one of the scenes and had been good friends ever since. He was the one who had encouraged you to get your degree in music, specializing in composing.

You’d moved up in the world since then and had seen some of your best work become real songs sung to sold-out stadiums through a variety of artists. Kiseok wasn’t one of those artists.

He was always determined to write his own lyrics and musical sheets which was something you had admired – loved, even. Hell, there were a lot of things you loved about Kiseok.

The way he said your name in his deep tone, accompanied by his Busan accent; the way he was surprisingly soft when it came to his parents; his determination and talent. Yes. There were a lot of things to love about Kiseok.

But as you watched from the V.I.P section of the club as Kiseok made out with another girl – a junior of yours, no less – you really couldn’t find anything admirable about Jung Kiseok in that moment.

But what could you do?

You weren’t a couple.

You were just friends with benefits – despite the fact that you wanted more; despite the fact that Kiseok knew you wanted more .

‘Aish,’ you scowl before tossing back another shot whilst Ju-kyung threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you back into the moment having also witnessed the scene.

‘You good?’

You gave him a small smile and nodded, pushing away the hurt, ‘I’m good.’

Sunghwa took the empty space beside you, sandwiching you between the two men and blocking your view, ‘Yah, yah, yah. Let’s just drink huh?’

You laughed slightly, embarrassed at their efforts, ‘You guys don’t have to go this far…I’m fine…really.’

The two did their best to keep you entertained, both of the men with their arms around you as if holding you together while you did your best to engage with the remainder of the group; still, you couldn’t help but send a text to Kiseok, forcing yourself to hold back and delete your original message before you caused a scene in the club.

Fueled by anger at his response, your shots became double as you drank into the night with the encouragement of Sunghwa and Ju-kyung.

It was almost four in the morning by time you had gotten back to your apartment – you stumbled into the house only to be followed by Kiseok who had drunken just as much as you had. Despite the alcohol, you still hadn’t forgotten his actions and the fact that he’d gone off with another girl, and because of the liquid courage, you had the guts to actually confront him on it as you took off your shoes, ‘Don’t you have somewhere better to be?’

Kiseok was in the middle of removing his boots as you said it, groaning as he sat back, ‘Yah, drop it already!’

‘—I don’t want too,’ you mumble as you move toward the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water.

You couldn’t let it drop – not the fact that he had ignored your feelings for him, nor the fact that he was willing to throw it back in your face by kissing one of the junior composers who’d just joined your team. You were tired of it all.

‘Why’d you even follow me home Kiseok?’ you ask him tiredly, ‘What are we even doing?’

‘Are you seriously starting this up again?’ he asks with a huff as he grabbed his own glass and turned on the tap while you watched him with crossed arms.

‘Again?’ you say incredulous, ‘Yah, since when have we ever had this conversation huh? You always run away when it gets too serious!’

Kiseok rolled his eyes as he left the kitchen and walked through the apartment, unbuttoning his shirt as he went – he had become so accustomed to your place that he knew it almost better than yourself. You followed him as he removed the shirt and laid it out nicely on the chair in your room, ‘What are you doing Kiseok, I’m talking to you,’ you say with annoyance.

‘Look, Y/N. I told you before we started this – I’m not ready for a relationship, and that still stands to this day. And newsflash, Y/N, our relationship isn’t exactly about talking, now is it?’

You knew he was saying it because he had drunken enough to do so, but even so, it still hurt. As tears welled in your eyes, you tell him shakily, ‘Just get out Kiseok. Even if you don’t see me as more than what we are now, the least you could do is respect me.’

Your words must have sobered Kiseok up as you threw him his shirt, ‘Y/N…’

‘Just go Kiseok…I’m tired of this. I don’t want this anymore.’

His eyes flashed with an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher as he asked half angrily and half surprised, ‘Are you saying you don’t want to do this,’ he waved his hand between the two of you and your neatly made bed, ‘anymore, or argue right now?’

‘Both,’ you tell him honestly, your shoulders sagging as you sat on the edge of your bed now with the realization that loving him as you were, just wasn’t going to work anymore.

Kiseok swore under his breath, a hand running through his hair with agitation. Huffing with annoyance, he paced for a moment or two before asking you once more, ‘Are you being serious right now?’

You’d had a fight similar to this last month, but you’d given in to him and done the same thing you’d always done – but this time was different, and Kiseok didn’t know how to handle it other than to scoff and mutter, ‘Whatever. You’ll cave eventually, Y/N, you always do,’

As the front door closed shut, you murmured to the empty apartment, ‘I hope not…’

Ju-kyung sat leisurely on the couch of Kiseok’s studio while scrolling through his Instagram, waiting for him to wrap up so that they could follow their scouting schedule. The men of the label had been taking turns in watching over him for the last few weeks out of worry for him – he could deny it all he wanted, but the moment Kiseok was blocked from all your social media pages and he realized you were really done with him, he’d become increasingly agitated and angry.

Even with Dark Room having been released for two weeks, the strange break-up of something that wasn’t originally together, had Kiseok writing non-stop, practically preparing himself for another album release.

‘I don’t get it 형,’ Duck draws, ‘I thought you liked Y/N.’

‘I do like her.’

‘So why won’t you date her?’ Duck further questions, looking up from his phone to Kiseok who was hunched over his desk, his hand going crazy as he scribbled out lyrics. From what Ju-kyung had seen earlier, it mentioned all sorts of metaphors that described you.

A sun so bright, can’t love a void like me,

But the truth came out through naked curiosity.

‘I…’ Kiseok began.

Why didn’t he date you? Why was he so afraid? Had his previous girlfriends fucked him up that much that he was scared to go through it again? Was he scared that having something so good would come unraveling as soon as he got too greedy?

He couldn’t answer; instead he shrugged his shoulders with a heavy sigh while Ju-kyung rolled his own eyes and went back to scrolling through Instagram. It was there that he saw your latest story post on your private page – the video caused him to gasp out loud.

You were dressed completely opposite to your normal get-up; your face was fully done, your hair was put up in a do that made you look…Ju-kyung hated to say it, but you looked sexy. Even the low-cut jumpsuit you wore had Ju-kyung curse out loud as you mouthed the lyrics to the song playing in the background of whatever club you were in. Even more reason for him to curse was the man who was dancing behind you, his chin on your shoulder, staring directly at the camera as you both grinned, ‘Oh shit!’

The last time Ju-kyung had seen you dressed like that, you were at your cousin’s wedding and trying to upstage her out of pettiness. He couldn’t help but play the video over and over, each time letting out a curse.

‘Yah, Ju-kyung, you’re being too loud, turn it down,’ Kiseok scolded, ‘I’m nearly done, so just make sure you know the rappers Jay wants us to find are still performing at Club 88 tonight.’

Fumbling to turn down the sound, Ju-kyung nodded with wide eyes, looking between his phone screen and Kiseok, and then back down to the video where the clear sign from behind you in the club read ‘88’.

Well. This ought to be good.

Taking a break from the dancing, you sat at the table talking happily over the music – your childhood friend, Sun-kyu sat across from you with his permanent smile etched on his face.

‘I’m so sad that you’re leaving so soon!’ you tell him with a pout. He’d been crashing with you for the last two days and was due to fly down to Jeju tomorrow to visit his parents for their anniversary. You’d been grateful for his company – if it wasn’t for him staying at your place, you probably would have caved and called Kiseok by now.

Your mind had given you every reason not to call, but your heart…well…You couldn’t help but be attracted to the guy despite him being a bit of an ass sometimes.

Okay. Maybe a giant ass.

‘You’ll just have to visit me in the States,’ Kyu tells you with a grin, before looking around the club, ‘Didn’t you say that some U.G. rappers were going to be playing here?’

You nodded – after the breakup you’d thrown yourself into doing more work to keep your mind occupied, only slowing down when you’d heard that new artists were going to be performing. None of the names were familiar to you, but you wanted to check it out anyway. You never knew what talent you’d run into; you informed Kyu by shouting over the music, ‘Club 88 is one of the few places that lets U.G. artists play without restriction. That’s why you never know what you’re going to get here. Bar fights, horny crowds, it’s always a surprise and it’s rarely the same.’

As soon as you heard one of your favourite tracks come on, you threw back your drink and took Kyu’s hand, leading him to the corner of the dance floor not too far from your table, ‘Yah! Dance with me!’

He obliged, though you should have known that being a pro dancer meant he would go way harder than you could ever have hoped to keep up with. Forced together due to the crowd, you danced in sync to the dance-hall playing throughout the club with Kyu’s hands on your hips for balance.

You were enjoying the moment when you suddenly felt Kyu being shoved away, nearly taking you with him if it weren’t for the arm that was wrapped around your waist.

You looked at Kyu in surprise as he picked himself up off the floor, still surprised at someone pushing at him. After doing a quick check that he was okay, you began to struggle against the hold the person had on you. Instinctively, your fists clenched as you turned, and your arms swung in the direction of whoever had a hold of you, ‘What the fuc—Kiseok?!’

‘What the fuck are you doing here, Y/N?’ Kiseok growls, ignoring Kyu who Ju-kyung had appeared out of nowhere to help.

‘What are you doing?’ you yell at him, attempting to pull away, only for him to hold you tighter, ‘Yah! Let me go!’

Kiseok refused, glaring down at you with cold eyes, his mouth turned into a frown. He was so handsome, but that didn’t matter right now. Right now, all you wanted to do was hit him.

‘Let me go!’

‘형,’ Ju-kyung says as he grabs at Kiseok’s arm gently, urging him to take it somewhere private, ‘형, come on, people are watching.’

Without a second’s notice, Kiseok turned and pulled you back up to the VIP section, bypassing your table all together as he dragged you through the crowds.

‘Kiseok!’

‘Yah!’

‘Jung Kiseok!’

He ignored you completely as you yelled his name until you finally snapped, ‘Yah, Simon! What do you think you’re doing?’

Pushing you into the private room that over-looked the dance floor through tinted glass, Kiseok said nothing as you stumbled in.

Before you could even speak, Kiseok had pushed you against the wall, his mouth instantly seeking yours as he kissed you with every ounce of anger and love he had in him.

You were out with another man? While he sat in a studio writing fucking love songs about missing you?

For a moment, you let him kiss you; you enjoyed the way his hands cupped your cheeks and the soft and familiar feeling of him took over. But it quickly shattered as you realized what was going on.

Pushing at his chest, you managed to shove him away now that he had his guard down, ‘What the hell is going on Kiseok!’

His chest heaving, he glared at you and asked with that thick accent you loved so much, ‘I could ask you the same thing, who the fuck is that guy?’

‘He’s a friend!’ you throw at him, ‘and it doesn’t matter who he is, why would you shove him like that?’

‘A friend?’ Kiseok scoffs, ‘Friends don’t grind on each other, Y/N!’

‘Well we were friends and we did much more than grind,’ you bite back at him spitefully.

Kiseok turned away from you and let out a laugh. Not the happy kind – the kind you do when you hear something you can’t quite believe. You let out a squeak as his hand swiped at the glass tumblers sitting on the table near the booth, smashing them against the wall and floor.

‘So, what?’ he asks quietly after a moment, still facing away from you as he lifted his hands to run them through his hair, ‘Are you sleeping with him? Did all your ‘emotions’ for me suddenly just drop once you found another guy?’

‘Are you seriously asking me that Kiseok?’ you ask angrily, ‘I’m not like you. I don’t divert any emotion I have for someone, onto the next best thing!’

‘Then why the hell did you let him touch you like that?’ Kiseok seethes, turning to look at you, this time with tears in his eyes. You faltered in surprise, but before you could say anything, Kiseok continued, ‘Why haven’t you called me? Why am I the only one who’s locked up in a room filled with regrets?’

Kiseok sat on the edge of the couch, his elbows on his thighs as he rubbed at his face and the tears that threatened to fall, ‘Why do I feel like you’ve already left me before I had even let you in?’

You remained where you stood no matter how much you wanted to hold and comfort him. Your chest was filled with a range of emotions, and you knew that if you didn’t get it out of the way now, you’d regret it forever. So, you did the next best thing .

You let it out.

‘Yah, 개새끼, are you seriously going to sit there and feel sorry for yourself? I told you three weeks ago that I had feelings for you and you rejected me! Now you suddenly want to act like this?’

Your reaction surprised Kiseok as he looked up to see you glaring at him, ‘You just assaulted my friend, who by the way, is just a friend, and dragged me through a club in front of a lot of people, to act like this?’

‘I…’

‘You what?’ you ask, ‘You thought that I wanted to be rag-dolled?’

‘No, I just got angr—,’

‘Why do you get to be angry, Kiseok? I’m the one who should be angry! We were sleeping together for ten months! I’ve seen you make out with numerous girls! But the second I dance with someone, you appear out of nowhere and hit him? You act like a juvenile? You’re thirty-four years old! Grow up!’

Kiseok blinked as you schooled him – the way you counted off the terrible things that he’d done that had hurt you, the way you jabbed your finger at him from across the room and the way you stood your ground, not daring to back down. Of all the times he’d seen you, both naked, clothed and doing something you were passionate about, he’d never seen you look as good as you did now.

You turned your back to Kiseok and looked down at the crowds who were now cheering for a rapper that had come on to the stage. You could see everything from up there, including Kyu who was sitting in the both with Ju-kyung, smiling once more. Bless him.

With your throat sore from the yelling, you said quietly, ‘This isn’t fair, Kiseok.’

‘I’m sorry…’

‘You can’t just swoop in and act like a boyfriend after all that’s happened. It’s not fair to me,’ you continued to look out the window as you mutter, ‘You’re not ready for a relationship and I don’t want to wait anymore…So please just leave me alone if you’re not serious about us. I don’t want to be given false hope. Just tell me straight whether you want this or not…’

You hadn’t heard him move from the couch, but as soon as his arms wrapped around your torso and his chin rested on your shoulder, he muttered tiredly, now able to answer the question Ju-kyung had asked earlier, ‘I’m not ready for a relationship because I’m the worst boyfriend you could have, Y/N. I forget dates, anniversaries and birthdays. I sometimes work more than I should. I disappear in to my studio for days on-end. I don’t make a lot of money, and I travel all the time. I can’t be a good man to you, Y/N.’

Leaning into his embrace, you refused to let your tears fall as you stared out over the crowd, asking him the ultimate question – the make or break of this relationship for real this time, ‘So what will you do?’

‘I’ll be the worst man you’ve ever known and stick to you like glue,’ he replies quietly, a hint of nervousness in his tone, ‘I’ll be the worst, most loving boyfriend you’ve ever had, because I really don’t think I can let you leave my side again, Y/N.’

Unwillingly, you let the tears slide down your cheeks as you nodded in acceptance, your hand slowly moving to cover his entwined ones resting on your stomach. Letting out the breath you’d been holding, you tell him with a sniff, ‘I’m okay with that…’

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[imaginesbymonika]

The 36 year old bachelor | Simon Dominic x Reader

Prompt: Jay is done with Simon complaining about being single, that’s why he decides to introduce him to his celebrity crush.

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I read almost every single SD Imagine, so I decided to write my own

Song to listen to while reading:

Jay cares for Kiseok. He truly does. They’ve known each other for so many years- Jay absolutely couldn’t imagine his life without him. But sometimes... he disliked his friend with everything he got.

“It’s like as if my relationship status is more essential than my work as an artist.”, Kiseok exclaims. Whenever he got frustrated, his Busan accent became more notable - and right now it was more prominent than ever before.

It was an accessory sentence.

“ “As one of the most crucial and thriving rappers of Korea, his heart is owned by to none other than the music.” ”, Kiseok reads out loud:” “It seems like, there is no room in his life for love, but-.” First of all, who says I don’t have time for a girlfriend?-.”.

“You do?”,Jay asks, and wrinkles his forehead:” You declare that in nearly every single interview.”.

Without paying interest to his friend's statement, Kiseok proceeds to rant:” Second of all, it isn’t my fault that I’m single- I just haven’t met the right woman yet.”.

Jay massages the bridge of his nose:” That’s because your standards are not only high but whenever somebody asks you about them you say - “look at Y/N, then you know what I want.”.

At the sound of her name leaving his lips, Kiseok turns his head around to face his friend. He stares at him for a few seconds, before he tosses the magazine into the bin next to the couch in Jay's office, before he storms out.

A few seconds later, Gray enters the room, his eyes are wide open:” What’s wrong with him?”. Jay simply makes a hand gesture, before standing up from his spot behind the desk:” He is constantly complaining about being single- but when he has the chance to date, I mean the line is long-“.

Gray nods. “He doesn’t make a move, I promise you- even if the perfect woman would stand in front of him. He would still not make a move.”.

“We need to get that man out of his shell.”,Gray says while sitting down on the couch. He looks at his friend. “And I feel like, I already know who to call.”.

Y/N debuted three years ago with a girl group under SM Entertainment. As the lead rapper, and oldest of the group she quickly had a specific reputation. She was admired by many, but she also had a few more haters than the rest of the girls due to her confidence and taste in fashion.

“Wait- I’m supposed to do what exactly?”, the young woman asks and her eyes widen. She sits on the opposite side of Jay’s desk and stares at him in confusion.

Jay and Y/N had met two years ago, backstage at an award show, and became friends nearly immediately. She told him, no matter what- she would always answer his calls. And she kept her promise.

“You’re like his ideal type.”,Jay explains:” I want to wake him up, from whatever bizarre trance he’s stuck in. Also, Y/N... Sources told me that you find Kiseok quite attractive as well.”.

“Oh shut up.”,Y/N mumbles softly while her cheek turns red. Jay let out a high pitch laugh, while his friend runs a hand through her hair.

“Okay, so we will go into the main area of this building-.”, he turns on his phone to check the time:” Right now, he’s probably eating with Loco and Gray.“. As they wander through the hallways he proceeds to clarify his plan:” Act like this-.”, he makes a hand gesture pointing from him to her:” is natural and no staged at all. Okay.”.

Y/N chuckles:” Sure.”.

“And that is why I truly believe-.”, Kiseok who takes a sip of his water stop talking and starts coughing. Gray and Loco both stare at their friend in surprise while Hyukwoo is the first one to react. He turns around and when his eyes land on Jay and Y/N he softly slaps Grays shoulder:” Would you look at that.”.

“Is that-?.”

“Y/N.”,Kiseok finishes his sentence before he takes another sip of his water: “This-.“.

He watches how Jay points at him as if he notices him for the first time and makes his way over to their table. Closely followed by the young musician.

„Hey.“.he says and smiles at Kiseok: “I wanted to introduce you to my good friend Y/N.”. She smiles and bows at him. He feels how his throat becomes dry, as he smiles back. He holds out his hand:” I’m Kiseok.”. “It’s nice to meet you, I am Y/N.”.

Later that evening, Kiseok drove to the small traditional restaurant Jay made a reservation at. He closes the door and thanks the Uber driver before he steps into the small building. When he can’t hear his friends, he furrows his forehead but continues to make his way towards the back room.

As soon as he walks through the door a sigh escapes his lips when he notices that only Y/N is sitting at the table.

“They’re not showing up, are they?”, he asks, making the young woman look up from her phone. She smiles softly but shakes her head. He nods and sits down in front of her.

“Can I be honest with you?”, she asks and Kiseok, who lays his jacket to the side nods. “I’m just here because Jay wants to prove some ridiculous point of his.”. Simon Dominic looks at her in confusion. “He said, that you’re often complaining about being single- but even if somebody like me, who is supposedly your ideal type comes along, you would still think twice. Because at the end of the day, you’re the one standing in your own way.”.

Kiseok stares at her, he opens his mouth slightly, but when no words leave his lips he closes it again. “If you want to take off, I get that. I truly do.”, she once again smiles at him, and grabs the menu card. After a few minutes, she puts it down again and when she sees that the rapper is still sitting in front of her she chuckles:” You’re not leaving?”.

“Why would I? A beautiful woman is sitting right in front of me. I would be a fool if I didn’t take that chance”.

Y/N’s eyes widen. “Don’t tell Jay, but he is right. I guess I’m just frightened. You see, I’m almost 37- the media characterizes me as some old bachelor. I don’t wish for that. I’m nothing like that. I’m simply terrible at dealing with rejection, so before anyone could do that- I’m dismissing every woman that comes my way. And well, there is another aspect, that he has right- you are my ideal type. So, I feel like I’m winning tonight.”.

Y/N chuckles. “But I’m serious, don’t tell Jay. He will never let me live that down.”.

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[gotmetalkinginmysleep]

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Genre: Smut with Simon D x Female Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, finger kink, pet names (slight), breath play, unprotected sex

Summary: Simon and that god damn smirk of his takes over. He owns you.

References: Jung Jin Chul by Simon Dominic

Word count: 370 words

Notes: The song choice might not be the best but I love the beat and the voice in this one. Fits perfectly, even though I know the words don’t really match up. Also, this is my first Simon fic so I’m feeling the pressure. As a heads up, I use Simon’s real name (KiSeok) in this fic.

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The heat radiating between you is furious. Buckled and moulded to his will, exposing yourself ass up for him. Head buried in the pillow, muffling the whines that spill from your mouth with every pound against your ass.

The sounds made from the sheer force and your dripping arousal fill the air as he grips your hips tighter, bruising the skin ever so slightly in their mission to leave you with the faintest souvenir.

Kiseok adjusts the angle, legs either side of yours somehow reaching even deeper as an elbow rests beside you, hovering above your misted body. His hand wrapping over your shoulder, as though it’s a new handle to pull you down onto him.

His head rests beside yours as his other hand tugs your hair back, exposing your neck and your moans, no longer muffled by the pillow. 

“Ahhhh... fuck,”

You mewl, catching your breath right next to his ear. Kiseok’s fingers find your lips, tracing them with the lightest touch before pushing not 1, but 3 into your mouth to suck. You willingly take them, teasingly working each digit, lathering a drool as you imagine his cock pressing heavy on your tongue. Your imagination and the onslaught of his actions teetering the pleasure within you.

“Ooh… you’re such a good girl for me. Do you like it?” He hisses in your ear pulling his fingers from your mouth with a pop. Drool covering them as he smears it across your lips, with you nodding in agreement still whimpering from Kiseok’s brutal pace.

He pulls your hair snapping your head back and you bend just the way he wants.

“I said, do you like it?” he practically growls it at you, a smirk spreading across his face when the exasperated reply from you breathes “Yes!”

Kiseok releases your hair and wraps his fingers around your throat. Each digit flexing, pressing ever so slightly and restricting the airflow leaving you garbling through your moans of pleasure. His lips on your ear, breathing heavily and matched to his rhythm while the familiar burning sensation fires through your body. Your walls begin to throb around his cock as he lowly groans in your ear,

“Good, then fucking cum for me.”

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[mayhembunnywrites]

In Your Embrace (I’ll be forever safe with you)

Simon Dominic x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff

A/N: A small drabble to keep all of us going.

You wake up in Kiseok’s arms, your head on his bare chest, with a feeling of safety washing over you in the glory of the early morning sun, golden rays bathing you in their light and seeming to highlight his beautiful features. 

You don’t dare to move from his embrace, lest you wake him from his slumber, but you can’t help but lift a single finger to gently trace along his nose and forehead, around his lips and neck, and up into his hair to run your fingers through it. 

You smile softly, still sleepy, as he begins to stir, his eyes opening only slightly before closing even though his lips turn up at the corners, the smallest hint of a smile gracing his face. You cuddle closer and kiss his neck softly, peppering him with kisses as he continues to wake up further, the length of his cock hard and pressed against your thighs.

Kiseok opens his eyes and smirks as he rubs himself against you before reaching a hand down and feeling for your wetness. He finds you ready for him as he turns you around in his arms and slides straight home, causing you to gasp and moan as your morning routine begins.

In the afterglow, the two of you will remain connected, his cock deep inside you and keeping the cum inside of you in the hopes of the two of you starting a family. He’ll kiss the top of your head as you drift back off, falling asleep with the complete feeling of security.

No matter what, you always know that you’ll always feel safe with Kiseok by your side.

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[sumzysworld]

OTHER HALF | Part 2

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader | Werewolf AU

Word Count: approx 3.2K words

Warnings: Personal topics, abandonment, mentions of wounds, blood, harsh truths, angst <please let me know if I've missed something>

Genre: Werewolf AU, Drama, Mates

Summary: You wonder what to do with your life at this point, and find a surprising new direction. You also run into Mr CoffeeGuy again.

Read Part 1 here.

A/N: Hi my lovely readers! Thank you for the amazing response to the first chapter. Please do message me if you wish to be added to the tag list for this series! This new chapter introduces the changes you're encountering, and we see another interesting side of Mr Min. Who's ready?

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A WEEK LATER

You filed into a conference room with a few other people, looking much older, more experienced and higher ranking. They were dressed formally too - crisply pressed suits, and accessorized with grey hair, scars and wrinkles. You on the other hand in a white cotton shirt and beige trousers looked like a complete new beansprout.

The gentlemen in the room also gave you curious looks, wondering who you were and what you were doing in a space no wolf of your age usually entered. You kept your eyes on the blank whiteboard in front of you, hoping for a quiet glimpse around at everyone’s faces, but to your dismay, you yourself were the centre of attention. Without disturbing your carefully set poker face, you looked up, and met each of their gazes and then looked back at the board. If they were taken aback by your bearing, no one revealed it. The door opened and in walked four congressmen, each of them with files of their own, followed by a formally suited, charming young wolf who seemed to be a secretary of sorts. The young wolf passed around some files to everyone seated, and introduced himself,

“Good evening, everyone. I’m Jimin, an alpha-ranked wolf from the Park clan. We’re gathered here today at the request of Congressman Jeon and Congressman Bang. Before we begin, can we have a round of introductions?” Everyone nodded, and started off.

“I’m Kang Minhyuk, retired Alpha of the Incheon Kang clan”, a guttural voiced man stated. “Yi Sunshin, Head of Pack Law, Gwangju Jung” a portly man said, followed by a woman “Rhee Jinguk, Lead Enforcer, Injoo Yang clan” , and a distinguished deep voiced man introducing himself as “Kim Hyunjin, Alderman, Gwacheon Kim clan”. All eyes turned to me as I calmly introduced myself, “ Song Y/N, Tracker, Gangwon Jeon clan”. Not so surprising to see raised eyebrows, you thought. If I were a distinguished senior wolf, I’d wonder what someone like me were doing here too.

“And I am Bang Sihyuk, and these are Jeon Subin, Han Kiseok and Jung Dowoon, from the Congress. We’ve invited you all concerning a set of disappearances that we wanted you to investigate.” The chubbiest of the congressmen stated.

Raised eyebrows and a few sharp inhales of breath could be heard across the room. “Three young children were taken from their homes over the past year.”

This was serious. What was Grandpa Jeon thinking? What were you, a greenhorn, doing here?

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You didn’t know how you made it past those last days in Jeju.

You had stayed behind at the request of Grandpa Jeon. Most of the clans’ visitors had left save for some high ranking clan elders - they usually took this opportunity to gather, hobnob or discuss things. Jungkook stayed behind too, since he and Grandpa Jeon would be traveling back to Busan together. The last couple of days in Jeju were pleasantly hectic - Jungkook’s wide variety of activities kept you both running around, and that perceptive boy made it a point to involve you as much as he could.

As you waited in the guesthouse cafeteria, the idle time allowed a stream of unwanted thoughts to come pouring back in.

Namjoon - his searing gaze on you... The mark on his neck… Somin hanging off his arm… his dismissal of you

Your solitude felt amplified by the fact that someone who should have been there was conspicuously absent. Your wolf mourned the loss, and wanted to rip Somin's throat out. Though solitude was all you knew, it never felt like loss magnified as it did now. And that was the truth of it.

You shook your head roughly, and forcibly shifted your attention outward - to your surroundings. Mulling over what was already done was a recipe for prolonging pain. Your eyes skimmed over the trees waving in the breeze, the earth damp after the rains, a couple of workers mowing the lawns, the barista brewing coffee near you. The soft padding of feet alerted you to Grandpa Jeon’s approach.

You stood to acknowledge him with a quiet smile, which he returned, settling in the armchair opposite yours. A waiter came forward and took your coffee orders. Your gaze went back to the elder’s face as you quietly considered each other.

Grandpa Jeon was a hefty, distinguished looking man - the strong brow, jaw and frame typical of the Jeons withstood his ageing and kept him going through out his distinguished career - from pack leader to clan head, to an alderman and eventually, a national congressman. His style was simple - he’d take the smartest possible route, and avoid chaos wherever he could. You could see the gears in his head turning as he regarded you as well.

“How are you doing, Y/N?”

“Good, Grandpa Jeon” you reply - a polite greeting kind of response, not the actual condition of your state.

He was quiet for a few moments, as the waiter returned with your coffee orders, and both of you sipped thoughtfully. Grandpa Jeon considered you quietly, and eventually broke the pregnant silence with, “How much do you know about true matings?”

He HAD to dive right in. Rub it in some more, why doesn’t he?

“A lot of my knowledge is informal. I know a little from a healer’s perspective, but my training is incomplete.” When Grandpa Jeon nodded, you continued, “They’re really rare, but as a pair, they tend to form an instantaneous attachment that often leads to claiming. The only thing that would prevent it would be if the individuals in question already claimed a partner. Any children borne from a true mated couple are healthier, stronger, higher ranked and longer lived in general.”

“Do you know how true mates interact?”

“When they’re in close proximity, they stay acutely aware of their partner’s state - mood, health, body language, anything. It’s been glorified as a near metaphysical link. That was how it felt for me as well.”

“That, for one, is true for a pair of true mates even if they do not consummate their mating”, Grandpa Jeon stated, causing you to pause. So regardless if Namjoon has Somin, and maybe I find someone in the future if I’m lucky, we’re going to have each other on our minds? Grandpa Jeon must have seen the look on your face, when he quickly added, “That happens only when you’re in close physical proximity”. Oh, thank Lupa.

“But what is a more pressing matter for you to consider, my dear, is the heat that follows”, he continued heavily. Your eyes widened. “B-But heats and ruts occur once a claiming is consummated into a mating, isn’t it? Why would it affect me, when I’m unattached?”

“For true mates, it goes a little differently. To begin with, what do you know about a heat or a rut?”

“They’re the most virile and fertile phases of each partner. While every wolf starts their cycles once puberty hits, the cycle itself becomes potent after claiming and mating. A claiming causes the cycles of both partners to sync up, and the odds of conceiving are the highest at this time.”

“That’s the textbook definition. In most mated pairs, the chosen mate kind, their heat/rut cycles are barely obvious to everyone else except to the strongest of noses. You’ll merely notice them acting extra temperamental and hormonal around each other and everyone else - not very different from a woman’s PMS, if you will.” You nodded, all of this being familiar to you.

Grandpa Jeon sighed and continued, “But for true mates, it is rather different. You’ve noticed how visceral your reaction to Namjoon is, and that’s how your interactions typically will be. Imagine how that heightens a heat between mates then!”

“What you need to understand is, for a pair of true mates, their heats and ruts will sync up whether they consummate it or not. It’s believed this is Lupa’s, or rather Nature’s way of ensuring, or rather forcing a consummation between the ideal couple.”

You sat in stunned silence, as the weight of what he said sank in.

“Proximity will have an impact, but usually, the unmated partner in the pair has it worst. Your heat is no longer a gentle hormonal upswing. It straight up causes you to fall ill, weakens your judgement and leaves you vulnerable to just about any sexual encounter.”

“There are medical ways to manage the intensity, but you will end up needing help. Namjoon has Somin to help him through. We need to figure out how to help YOU”

You leaned back into the armchair in silence, looking out of the cafeteria. Tears gathered at the back of your eyes that you tried to blink away. It was so, so unfair. You had already let go of someone meant for you, and now had to walk around your home being acutely aware of someone who wasn’t yours anymore, and would face the brunt of the consequences of the failed mating, putting you in acute danger.

“It’s going to be hard”, Grandpa Jeon spoke again after giving you a moment. “But let’s think of how we can make it better for you. How do you feel about traveling?”

You looked at him sharply, “Are you trying to get me to leave the clan? Am I that disposable?” “NO!” he countered, “I’m trying to find you a way out BECAUSE you matter. Y/N, you’re a highly skilled tracker, and training as a healer and medic as well. You’re adaptable and very intelligent. Very few people have this combination of abilities that you do. This is probably insensitive of me, but think of your orphaned state as license to be free, not perpetually tied down to a pack and people that will only cause you pain down the line. If Somin were your blood sibling, would you be able to cut off ties with your blood family to find peace? Or stay at Gangwon for their sake and endure the pain in silence?

Please, think about yourself.”

You hated how much sense he made. You hated how, in putting the family you owed everything to first, you were now facing consequences that hurt you more than you bargained for. You also hated how, being an orphan, taking you out of the equation was the most obvious option for everyone. But, it seemed to be the only road out.

You took a deep breath, and looked at the elder. “Will I still be considered a member of the clan, or is that going to change too?”

“You will always be a member of the clan, unless you initiate the change yourself at some point”

“So what would you have me do now?”

“You can use your talents differently. As a Congressman, I’m a part of my family, but no longer an active member of my clan, for I serve the nation itself. The Wolves' Congress values ability and advocates neutrality. Why don’t you head to Seoul to work for us?  Your skills can come of use anywhere nationwide, and you can take this time to think about how you want your future to go.”

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Grandpa Jeon had been as helpful as he had promised. Once you headed back to Gangwon, you packed up most of your possessions, and bid everyone goodbye. A lot of clan members were miffed that you weren’t staying for Somin and Namjoon’s mating ceremony. Grandpa Jeon’s assignment orders indicated an urgency no one could contest.

Namjoon luckily wasn’t there at Gangwon - he’d had to head back to his home clan to prepare for the transition he would eventually deal with point mating and a host of other official matters. Somin in her anger refused to speak to you when she heard you were leaving, except for a tearful goodbye towards the end, as you climbed into the jeep that had been provided for you. And just like that, in less than a week, your life had turned 180, and you were leaving the only home you had ever known, to an uncertain future.

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You stayed lost in thought as your jeep sped across the hilly countryside, forests making way for farmlands, and the occasional village dotting the landscape. Your stops were carefully planned, as there were plenty of human villages and towns you passed, and wolves weren't always well received. You needed to let your antsy wolf out to help her settle and get used to the rapid pace of change wooshing through. You were looking forward to the next stop when your driver, a middle aged wolf, turned to tell you that a message had come in, and a detour was necessary to pick someone up. You nodded, trying to calm your restless wolf even further. Her tension stretched taut through you as your driver changed course, heading southward into the countryside.

A good few hours later, your jeep had entered a small town, and coursed through its alleys before stopping at an obscure motel. “Are we stopping for long here?” you asked. “No Ma’am, we’re just picking someone up.” You nodded, and said “ Wait here, I’ll pick up some coffee and food in that case.” You hurried off to the motel’s restaurant, and came back with a flask full of hot coffee and a set of sandwiches; it was an easy excuse for a jeep sitting in a motel parking lot.

It was a good hour later that your new co-passengers turned up running - two grown men and a teenage boy between them. They scrambled hurriedly into your jeep, stuffing themselves awkwardly between the piles of your bags in the back seat and urged your driver to step on it. And you were speeding away.

You smelt blood, and realised they must have been in some kind of encounter. So you turned, and said “In case you gentlemen need it, there’s a first aid kit under the back seat, and I happen to have some medical knowledge. Anyone needs patching up?” As you gaze moved among the three, you realised one of them was familiar.

The man from the cafe in Jeju.

His ear was bleeding, as was a cut on his collarbone. As your eyes met, a flash of recognition came across his face, followed by a grimace due to the jostling vehicle. The other man and the teenage boy looked roughed up but not as hurt as this man.

“ The two of us are ok, but once we've driven further down, would you look at my friend’s cuts?” the other man spoke up. “I’m Hoseok, Jung Hoseok. This is Min Yoongi” he indicated the man from the cafe, “and this is Yeonjun”. “Song Y/N" you introduced yourself.

The jeep stopped for a short while on the highway as Mr. Jung and you switched places. You climbed into the back seat and pulled one of your bags out to remove a first aid kit, and handed a torchlight to Yeonjun to hold. You moved to examine the cuts with a frown.

Why isn’t Mr Min healing already?

You got your answer as you scented aconite on his wounds. This was bad. Shards of glass were embedded into his collar and shoulder, and his ear had a nasty cut. You cautioned your driver to drive as smoothly as possible, as you attempted to extract the larger shards from his cuts. Mr Min looked exhausted, but stayed stoic as you removed most of the shards, and tossed them out. You unwrapped some gauze, placed some slices of a medicated jelly and slapped it onto his collar wounds, covering them up.

The formula smelt a little, causing him to crunch his nose as he looked at you questioningly. “It’s a general antidote made of reconstituted bezoar stones in an agar base” you explained “It’ll help absorb the poison in your wound so we can get you healing like you normally should. He nodded and you continued your work. Once you had more or less bandaged him up, you closed your kit and sat back, your gaze flitting between the three men. Yeonjun and Mr. Min had dozed off in their exhaustion, while Mr. Jung was busy texting furiously on his phone.

You weren’t sure if you were allowed to pry, so you stayed quiet for the rest of the journey. When Mr. Jung had finished texting, you passed him the coffee and one of the sandwiches you’d picked up. The driver opted for just coffee, choosing to power through the long drive. It was in the wee hours of the morning the next day when your jeep pulled over behind a large building in Seoul, where Mr. Jung, Mr. Min and Yeonjun got off. Mr. Min looked at you gratefully and nodded in thanks. You replied with a smile, and your jeep sped off again into the city.

It took you a couple of days to settle in and sleep off the exhaustion of the trip, and luckily, the rooms you got were close to a neglected park that was overgrown enough for the public to avoid. Your wolf insisted on rolling around everywhere in your new place till it felt like home, and marked her attendance in the park bushes that night.

Cities weren’t designed for werewolves - they preferred the wide open spaces and dense forests of the countryside. If they had to, they picked smaller, greener suburbs, but for many ranking wolves, cities were inevitable - given that Seoul especially was the seat of government, for humans, wolves and other beings too. You had to find your way around the city, and see how you and your wolf can adapt to an urban lifestyle, and maybe even practice tracking and medicine differently.

As you lay in your new bed in your new home in this new city, you wondered where life would take you now, and hoped Grandpa Jeon would do right by you.

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While you lay at home, musing at the turn of events in your life, a few miles away, Min Yoongi was being cleared for returning home at one of the small clinics werewolves frequented in the city. His healer had marvelled at the reconstituted bezoar gel you’d used, as it had taken out most of the aconite from his system. He was back on normal healing track, but his ear and shoulder was still sore. Which was why he was giving his partner, Hoseok, a one-armed hug as the other man cried tears of happiness into his normal shoulder. “I can’t believe I’m finally a father” he sniffed. News had come in from Hoseok’s home clan, alerting him of his little girl’s birth just as they had returned from their operation.

Yeonjun was in safe custody letting both men breathe for a while. “Look how lovely my little girl is!” Hoseok exclaimed, tears streaming down his face as he shoved his cellphone in Yoongi’s face. Yoongi hummed, continuing patting his hyper friend’s back.

“Take a proper break, and go look after your mate and little girl”, he told the sobbing man. “You’re a workaholic but they need you.” Hoseok nodded tearfully and hugged Yoongi again.

Yoongi was really happy for his friend. He looked forward to meeting the new little cub, and hoped she wouldn’t take after his crybaby partner. He also wondered if he’d be able to take a break too - he didn’t work as well with anyone else as he did Hoseok.

His mind went to his hometown, to what lay in wait for him, and he sighed. That was another mountain to climb and a new ditch to dig. Your face popped into his mind as well. He glanced at his healing shoulder, thought about his chance acquaintance with you, and hoped you were doing fine, especially given what he knew you'd gone through.

Tomorrow was another day, and hopefully, a better one.

#min yoongi #fanfic #werewolf #angst #mates #slow-burn #drama

[k-hiphopshit]

You’re No Fun (Gray x Reader)

Well hello there, here we are posting the second imagine I was supposed to post years ago but stuff happened and I went through some character development. Hope you enjoy!

Seonghwa was the most eligible bachelor for years now, he had figured out the perfect recipe in regards of being a public figure and he was extremely careful, he was always polite, usually quiet and chose his words wisely, showed just a hint of his character to get people wanting more and his personal life was a well kept secret, nobody knew who he was dating, if he was dating and what he liked about dating. To the public he was a man of mystery and of course that went perfectly with his good looks and amazing talent.

You were a well known artist based in the U.S but your roots were from Korea since your father was born and raised there up until he chose to come to America as a college student and fell in love with your mom. You were signed under Jay z’s label and happen to meet Jay at the infamous roc nation brunch he was attending. You were a big fan of his music and made a promise to collab someday.

“What’s up baby”

You said as you walked in the building AOMG was occupying. Jay got up to give you a warm hug as a welcome, you had come to Korea for a few concerts and some TV interviews and photoshoots so of course Jay reminded you the promise you had made. 

Kiseok and Seonghwa were the only ones at the living room area, Seonghwa knew of you and was actually a big fan of your music, he even tried to find your interviews with subtitles cause he found you fascinating.

“How are you?”

“I’m good, let me introduce you to some of the artists”

Jay walked along with you and that’s when seonghwa got a good look of your outfit. You were rocking a lace pink bodysuit with waist high white pants a baby pink coat, your hair and make up looked like you had them professionally done and of course you were in heels. Seonghwa was aware how you preferred to be overdressed and you had openly talked about being high maintenance now that you could afford it.

“This is Seonghwa and Kiseok, Seonghwa is the one that made the beat of the song I want us to do”

“Oh well I’m very impressed Hyung”

You replied in Korean. Seonghwa smiled, he had heard you in some interviews to speak Korean yet it was still fascinating to hear you speak to him.

“So what do you say? You want to work with us?”

“How could I ever deny someone like mister Gray?”

-

Since then you started travelling to Korea more frequently, your song with Jay was a huge success that you decided to do an m/v for it. The general public was just happy you were expanding more to your dads homeland and was ecstatic to have some new content from you, what they didn’t know was that the reason for it was that you and Seonghwa were exclusively dating. 

Seonghwa was everything you wanted in a man, kind, affectionate, honest, respectful and supportive of your career. How could he not, you even signed under illionaire so you can have more reasons to come visit him, he also came to see you as well but it made more sense for you to fly to Korea than him to fly in the U.S.

“Just give me 10 minutes”

“Now we both know it won’t be 10 minutes and i’ll have reply my make up after we are done”

Your contract with illionaire was finally signed and you wanted to celebrate, you had some close friends here as well but your best die hard friends were in the States, so you took the liberty of flying them here and going out to celebrate with a proper girls night.

Seonghwa was not a jealous man, he was lustful which meant that when he saw you in that tight black silk cocktail dress and smelled your perfume he wanted to grab a bite of you before you left.

“Now, now play nice mister. I promise when I come back we can have some special time”

“Fine, have fun baby”

“I’ll see you, bye”

You gave him a kiss as you grabbed your stuff and went out the door”

-

Seonghwa was surprised when he saw your friends holding you up and you drunk out of your fucking mind. You liked to party but you never really got so drunk, you usually stopped when you started getting tipsy.

“Did we wake you?”

“No I was waiting for her, thank you for taking care of her”

“Oh nonsense, it was her day of course she wanted to celebrate. Have a good night”

“You two, thanks again”

Seonghwa decided it would be easier to carry you bridal style than letting you flop around like a rag doll. Your eyes were open you just weren’t really talking, there was no sign of throwing up so it meant you weren’t extremely drunk.

“Hey baby”

you slurred. He smiled at you, he wasn’t mad everyone should let loose once in a while, he was just happy you were alright and with a group of people you trusted.

“Where are we going?”

“To the bedroom”

“Oh... yes”

One thing about you was that when you got drunk... your libido was off the charts, you always had a high sex drive but with the help of alcohol it became even worse. You started kissing his neck as he guided you to the room, at any other point he would have responded accordingly but drunk sex was good when you were both drunk. He smiled at your dedication to fulfilling the promise you had given him yet he decided it was best to take you up on it another time.

“You look so good, you know that? So... sexy”

It was hilarious to him how you tried to flirt while slurring. As he laid you down on the bed he started to take off your shoes, you giggled and lifted yourself up with your elbows

“I like it when you undress me”

“Come on, lay back beautiful”

“What if I don’t?”

He shook his head in amusement and placed the shoes next to your bed. He had never done this before but he had to take off your make up, so he took one o your wipes and gently started to wipe away your face.

“No, stop I wanted it on while we have sex”

“Jagi we are not having sex, you are too drink, stop moving”

“I’m not that drunk”

Of course like every other drunk person claimed you did as well. When he finally succeeded he took of your dress, which made you start flirting again with him and like the other attempts it did not work and got you to wear one of the shirts he had given you.

As he laid next to you you snuggled up to him and clanged to his body like a baby panda.

“I love you so much Seonghwa”

“I love you too (y/n)”

“No I love you more, I want a baby”

“What?”

He was caught off guard by your sudden declare of starting a family. He had thought of it as well although you’ve never discussed it.

“Yes... come on put a baby in me, we need to practice”

He laughed as you drunkenly tried to take of his shirt. He stopped you once more and brought you closer to him, placing a kiss at the top of your head as his other hand rubbed your back

“We will practice tomorrow, now get some sleep”

“You’re no fun”

“I love you too baby”

#gray scenarios #gray imagines #seonghwa scenarios #seonghwa imagines #sunghwa scenarios #sunghwa imagines #aomg scenarios #aomg imagines #lee seonghwa #lee sunghwa #aomg gray #gray aomg #khh scenarios #khh imagines #khiphop scenarios #khiphop imagines #aomg #aomg seonghwa #khh #khiphop

[kunderdogs]

Subtle

Simon Dominic (AOMG) x Reader ft Jay Park Genre: Romance Count: 2.5k Warnings: Fluff / Some swearing Rating: PG-13  Requested: Yes

This was actually really fun to write. I love writing Jay Park ;)

Park Jaebum swivled in his black chair, eyeing his artist and friend with a suspicous eye. While it wasn't rare that Simon Dominic would come to him for advice on things, it was very rare that this advice would be about women. Kiseok had his fair share of relationships and hookups so he wasn't totally sure why the older man was looking particularly nervous right now.

"You want...relationship advice?" Jay asked, just to clarify. He wasn't exactly the poster-child for long, stable relationships and from what he remembered, Kisoek was about five months deep into a relationship at this point.

Scratching his cheek, Simon looked to the wall. God, this was so awkward. Asking his girlfriend's older brother about love advice while said brother had no knowledge of his little sister's involvement with one of his oldest, closest friends.

In his defense, it was you that had wanted to keep it quiet from Jay. You know how he got when it came to you, his baby sister - the baby of the family. He was a typical brother. Over protective and some times blinded by the sibling love to see that you were an adult now and could make your own decisions. He had fought you tooth and nail when you decided to come to Korea and be an actress, especially since your skin was darker and you didn't look like the typical Korean actress. His words were truthful but they still hurt. It took a lot of tears (on your part) for him to get over his personal feelings and support you.

So you were not in any rush to tell him about your relationship with Jung Kiseok, someone who he considered a best friend. Kiseok was also much older than you, so you were sure Jay would burst at the seams when he found out.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, hated sneaking behind his friend's back like this. He felt like he was hiding you and that wasn't something he appreciated doing, to your or to himself. He had immense loyalty towards Jay as well so if this damaged the younger's trust in him, Kiseok wasn't sure if he could stand that. He'd known Jay for so many years that if he told him to break up with you, Kiseok wasn't confident in saying he wouldn't do just that.

Clearing his throat, Simon sat up straighter on the studio couch and faced Jay for the first time since he walked in. "Yeah. I want to meet my girl's family but she thinks we should wait a little longer. Because she's younger, she feels like her older b-...sister wouldn't approve."

Hearing the seriousness in the older man's tone caused Jay put his phone in his lap and give him his full attention. "Maybe she doesn't think you're serious about her? It's only been a few months."

Kiseok let out a breath and leaned back, muscles still tense. "I've liked her for about a year but I didn't want to approach her due to her...family. I'm serious about her, definitely, but I want to prove to her family that, despite the age difference, I genuinely care for her."

Jay watched him for an agonizing second before smiling widely. "Aw, that is so cute. You're in love~." He sang, only causing color to bloom over Kiseok's cheeks.

"Well- I- Yes, but I need options to show her family that I do," he defended as he stood slowly, "But if you're going to tease I can easily ask Loco-"

Jay scoffed, "You'd go to Loco for advice? He basically self combusts when Hwasa so much as looks in his direction."

Kiseok sat back down with a chuckle. Very true. Loco was a mess when it comes to his love life.

"Anyway," Jay continued like he didn't just shade his younger friend, "You should go meet with the sister, away from your girlfriend and tell her your intentions. If you get the one that opposes it the most on your side, the other family members would be easier to come around."

Taking a moment to think about, Kiseok agreed with a nod. "What if h-...she doesn't want to hear what I have to say?"

Noticing the hitch in his voice, Jay shrugged, "If you're serious about this girl then she'll listen. It's her sister, so of course she's going to want to meet you and see who you are. Go to a semi-public restaurant so she has to listen to you, without yelling."

Kiseok felt now would be a good time to make his move, but coming out right didn't sit well with him so instead, he nervously gulped and used the last of his will to ask, "What would you say to that?"

Jay interpreted it different than what Simon expected but he pondered it for a second before snapping his fingers. "Let's try this- I'll be the sister and you try to convince me to support the relationship. What's the age difference though?"

Feeling the panic rise to dangerous levels in his body, Kiseok did his hardest to hide his inner feelings before clearing his throat again. "It's um, more than six years."

Jay blinked at the new information but shrugged again. "She is an adult, right? How old is she?"

"She's um, twenty-six right now."

Feeling his shoulders relax, Jay took a breath. "Oh, she's the same age as Y/N? Okay, that's not too bad. Gosh, you got me worried you were dating some eighteen year old or something..."

Chuckling in nervousness, he was thankful that Jay was too distracted by getting into his character as the "sister" to notice how jumpy Kiseok became when he mentioned your name. They agreed that Jay would play the older sister coming to meet him at a restaurant so Jay stood and walked in the door, swinging his hips in an exaggerated motion as well as held his hand out like he was carrying a purse.

Jay slid onto the couch opposite of the older man and crossed one leg over the other. "So," he began in a high-pitched voice to mimic a woman’s. "You're the famous Simon Dominic my little sister is dating?"

Somehow, even with Jay pretending to be a girl, this all felt too real to Kiseok. He was nervously pulling at his collar before he could reign himself in. "I-...Yes. I'm Jung Kiseok, thank you for meeting me here..."

Jay blew his pretend manicure in boredom. "Let's cut to the chase." Within a few seconds, his dark eyes narrowed on him. "How can you date a woman so many years younger than you? Have you no shame?"

Absolutely caught off guard, Kiseok stuttered to respond, which made Jay break character and raise an eyebrow at how unsure the usually confident rapper was. Either way, he let the older man stumble to respond. "Your sister and I have real feelings for each other. I know you're concerned for the age difference and I also had my own reservations but getting to know her over these last few months made me realize my feelings for her are very much real. I would like your approval to continue dating her."

Back in character, Jay huffed with his nose in the air. "There are hundreds of men worthy of my sister, her age as well! What makes you think you deserve her? Just because you're a celebrity doesn't mean every woman has to fall at your feet!"

The sincerity in Simon's eyes as he spoke next took Jay aback a bit. "When I'm with her, I'm not Simon Dominic. I'm Jung Kiseok and she doesn't treat me any differently because of my status. I can be who I really am with her. When I wake up, all I want is to see her and hear her voice. When I'm having a bad day, she's the first person I run to...When I'm having a good day, she's usually the reason. Her smile is the most breath-taking thing I've ever seen."

Just seeing how starry-eyed Kiseok was getting talking about his girl made Jay smile a bit. He really liked this girl, whoever she was. "I know, she's my sister! That doesn't tell me about your intentions with her. I won't give my approval to just anyone."

Kiseok made sure to keep eye contact and if there were any traces of humor before, it was all gone by now. For some reason, Jay could feel the air around them take an even more serious turn. "Your sister makes me the happiest version of myself. We've only been together for a few months and even though I wanted to tell you when we first began dating, I respected her wishes to wait to tell you. Out of all the woman I've met, I've never wanted to spend my entire life with someone until now. It's too early to speak of marriage with her but I have every intention of asking for her hand, down the road."

Jay felt defensive, but he wasn't sure why. Maybe because he had a little sister who was the same age, but suddenly his voice was back to normal. "She has her whole life ahead of her and you two are at different stages of life. Wouldn't you want someone your own age?"

Kiseok heard his heart bumping a thousand beats per minute. It felt as if he were talking with Jay now, not the pretend scenario they conjured up. This was getting too real at this moment. "I've tried to convince her and myself that it would better for us not to date because of our age but after some discussion, we're both at the same point in life. I do want to settle down soon but I have a lot I want to do, career wise, and so does she. Right now, getting to know each other is our priority. All I know is that I can't live without her in my life right now. I love her."

Keeping the eye contact, Jay noticed that they weren't talking about the same person at this point. His eyes searched the older's face for a minute before he broke character entirely.

Siting back on the couch, the young CEO took a deep breath and had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he thought about his own baby sister. Your smiling face flashed in his mind. He had a small suspicion...so small it could be written off as paranoia.

Either way, he had to ask. He had to know. "Who is this girl?" The tone he used boomed with authority and usually was able to make weaker men tremble.

However, Kiseok must've noticed how pensive he became and understood that Jay was coming to the realization. He didn't have any reaction at first, just blinked at the younger man. After a few tense moments, he exhaled deeply. "I think you know who we're talking about."

That was confirmation itself, without even having to out right say your name.

So, without further ado, the usually cool-headed CEO blew the fuck up.

Launching out of his chair, Jay's chocolate eyes were set on fire, glaring at the man before him. "You're dating my sister! Without telling me!"

With no intention to fight or argue, Kiseok looked up calmly to his friend. "In my defense, I wanted to tell you as soon as we had our first date."

"My sister!" Jay nearly screamed, the realization finally dawning on him. "Y/N?! My own sister, behind my back?! What the fuck!"

Without much to say, he let Jay get it all out of his system. It looked as if he was in denial at first but after a few minutes of thick silence, he fell back onto the couch with a defeated look. It looked as if he'd aged ten years in the past ten minutes.

A hand rubbed down his face. "You're the man she's been telling me about? Damn it."

This peaked his curiosity and he couldn't help but ask, "She talked to you about me?"

Jay glared weakly at how eager he sounded but couldn't stay mad at his friend. "She mentioned she was interested in a guy in the industry, a few years older than her who sent her flowers every day for the duration of her movie shooting. I told her to pursue it if she kept babbling about him...You, I guess."

Trying to fight the smirk, he failed miserably. So Jay was the person who'd basically told you to date him? Everything really came full circle, didn't it? Seeing how utterly confused the young CEO looked, Kiseok took this time to tease him. "You know...if you hadn't told her to pursue a relationship with me...she wouldn't have agreed to our first date. So, you're directly responsible for us dating."

"I didn't know it was you she was talking about!" Jay defended, but quickly deflated once again. "Although, even if I knew it was you...I don't think I would've been opposed..."

"You wouldn't have?" The doubt in Kiseok's voice was too thick to cover up.

Jay crossed his arms, huffing like a child. "How can I oppose you two being together when you bought her flowers every day for months? Not to mention the whole k-drama worthy speech you just gave me..."

"So," Kiseok started gingerly, "Does this mean..?"

"That I approve?" Jay grumbled in his chest. "You're lucky I know the kind of man you are. If you'd been any other sleazy rapper I'd end this right now."

Kiseok felt oddly flattered. It didn't last long though.

"But," Jay continued, eyes narrowing dangerously. "Y/N is still my precious baby sister so if you hurt her in any way, if you fuck up, I'll be on your ass faster than you can apologize."

A weight lifted from his shoulders that he didn't even know was there. Jay was the biggest obstacle in your relationship so with his approval and him on your side, it would be easier for your family to come around, especially since they knew and loved Simon like he was apart of the family.

Jay stood, fingers unlocking his phone so he could call you. With the phone to his ear, he gave Kiseok one last once over, "Also, I don't want to hear about any...activities you two have."

Laughter followed the CEO out of the studio as he left a voicemail to meet him and "your little boyfriend" for lunch today.

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Heated (Simon D x Reader)

Swiping the back of your hand against your forehead, you cringed at the beads of sweat that made contact with your hand. Summers in Seoul were brutal; being a major city, it was not only hot from the heat, but humid from the amount of people, buildings and roads as well.

No matter how many years you’d lived in South Korea, you were still not used to the stickiness; what made it even worse was that you had just finished helping a friend move apartments, and it was only eleven in the morning. Meaning you still had the rest of the day to suffer in the heat.

The only positive of this day was that once you’d finished helping your friend, you were meeting up with some of the AOMG and H1GHR gang at one of Jay’s many time-share homes that over-looked the sea and had a pool. You’d waited all week for this, and after all the heavy lifting you’d done, you deserved a swim and a nice weekend away.

By time you had gotten back to your apartment a stinking mess, Kiseok had already left, taking your packed bags with him, leaving you with a limited wardrobe to suit the weather. As soon as you had showered, you flicked off a text to Kiseok about the clothing situation, only to receive a message back seconds later.

You’d dug through the wardrobe as Kiseok had instructed and found exactly what he said you would – the bag of clothes that you’d stolen from the set when you were still bitter about Jay double-booking you and another agency model. 

The swimsuit you found in the bag was cream in colour – a body-suit styled one-piece where the lower area was made of a base material which then became mesh the further up your body it travelled, leaving your skin exposed, but protected behind the mesh material. On the chest, travelling from each breast to your navel, were embroidered red roses, covering the necessities. It wasn’t anything too exposing – but the expensive material was definitely eye-catching, that you couldn’t deny. Trying to keep your clothing as light as possible, you threw on the black skirt-dungaree over the top, leaving one of the straps unbuckled to accommodate for the fact that it was slightly too small for you now, before putting on a pair of slides and making your way down to the car.

By time you’d arrived at the house, the drive-way was packed with cars; it wasn’t a party weekend per say, but whenever the crew got together, there was always that vibe – fun, alcohol and a whole lot of trouble. Still, you loved being with everyone, having felt lucky to every have been able to meet all of the artists through Kiseok to begin with.

Jumping out of the car, you turned to look at the commotion that was coming from the front door of the house, ‘Yah! Y/N’s here!’ Jun-won yelled, his small eyes lighting up with mischief. You threw him a grin and gave him a half hug, along with Won-jae and Je Wook.

‘What are you three up to?’ you ask, fanning yourself as you stood and talked.

‘We’re just going to get some more drinks and food; Kiseok-형님 and Jay-형님 went out earlier to grab a few things as well, but everyone keeps putting in requests for more stuff so we volunteered to go,’ Won-Jae explains shyly while you nod in understanding.

‘Plus, we’re the only ones who haven’t drunken anything yet, so we had no choice,’ Jun-won adds, the older male attempting to keep his gaze solely on your face, and away from the swimsuit that surprised even him.

They left moments later while you continued into the house, where music was playing and the happy laughter could be heard throughout.

Hyun-jung was the first to spot you as you walked through the house, and she stood quickly, an excited smile on her lips, ‘You made it!’

‘언니!’ you greeted happily, hugging her tight as she stood, a red cup in one hand and a cigarette in the other, ‘Have you been well?’

You greeted the others in the room, giving out hugs left and right, before following Hoody out to the pool where Ju-kyung and Sunghwa were playing in the water. The heat was still unbearable, but as soon as your feet were dipped in to the cold water, you were able to focus on Hoody as she talked animatedly about what she’d been doing since you’d last seen each other.

By time Kiseok had arrived back at the house, you were already in the pool, or more so, sitting on Ju-kyung’s shoulders and wrestling with Sunghwa who had forced himself on top of Hoody for this round once they kept losing.

Your laughter was what attracted Kiseok’s attention – he’d seen your car on the drive and knew instantly that you’d be in the pool; it was the one thing you were looking forward to all week. He just didn’t expect to see you on top of Duck, in a see-through swimsuit.

Leaning against the door frame of the panoramic sliding doors, Kiseok watched with a frown and an uneasy feeling within him as you laughed while versing Sunghwa, your eyes lit up in joy. Jay joined him moments later and whistled low, ‘Y/N owns a swimsuit like that?’

‘She stole it from the Yatch mv after you cut her from the scenes,’ Kiseok mutters, his eyes narrowing as Ju-Kyung’s hands gripped at your thighs, sitting a little too high for his comfort.

Jay snorted, ‘I thought I’d seen it somewhere. Tell her she can keep it…And that I’ll buy her more, as long as we get to see her in them more often,’ he teases the older male, knowing how he got when it came to you.

‘Yah!’ Kiseok hisses, glaring at his friend before turning back to see that you’d succeeded in pushing Gray into the water. As you celebrated with Ju-kyung, giving a celebratory hug once you’d come down from his shoulders, Kiseok cleared his throat to make himself known.

As soon as you heard him, you turned and grinned, ‘You’re back!’

‘Mm,’ he hums, eyeing Ju-kyung who was bright pink from your hug, ‘We just got in.’

‘Do you need held unpacking the bags?’ you ask, having cooled off enough to actually volunteer to help around the house.

‘Sure,’ Kiseok shrugs while you step out of the water. His heart thrummed at the sight of you – your legs had already begun to darken from the sun, not by much, but he knew your body like his own and noticed the smaller details. The swim-suit you wore revealed the matching tattoo you’d gotten last year on his birthday, sitting on your spine. He hated this feeling – the possessive, jealous feeling that came around every so often, but he couldn’t help but feel that there were some parts of your body that only he should see; secret places and beauty marks that only he should know.

As you dried yourself off with a towel, too preoccupied with the task at hand, Kiseok took off his short-sleeve button-up and placed it on your shoulders, leaving him in his plain white top, ‘Here, just wear this…Have you got pants?’

You shook your head, not noticing how he had checked over his shoulder to where the younger members of the group who had been watching as you bent over, making sure that they’d all looked away, as you slightly buttoned the shirt, ‘I don’t think I’ll need one…This is pretty much a dress on me…Plus I’ll probably get back in the pool once we’re finished.’

You gave him a peck on the corner of his lips and murmured a thank you for the shirt before walking back into the house happily and unaware of the stares at your legs and your boyfriend’s ever-growing discomfort.

By time you’d unpacked all the groceries and refilled chip and dip bowls, you were hot again. Kiseok had been quiet as you both worked, nodding every so often but otherwise having no input into the conversation.

It wasn’t unusual for him to be quiet – you were a talker while he was a listener, but even this was too quiet for him.

‘Are you alright?’ you ask Kiseok as he walked you up to the room you were sharing so that you could get the layout of the house.

‘I’m fine.’

‘You sure?’ you ask gently, moving to hold his hand despite the fact that you were clammy.

Rejecting your touch by snatching his hand away, he nods, ‘I said I’m fine.’

‘Oh…Okay,’ you nod in surprise.

His behaviour only worsened as the day wore on – if you weren’t laying on the loungers beside the pool talking to his hoobae, you were in the pool still talking to his hoobae.

He tried to not let it bother him – it had been a while since the kids had last saw you, and a lot of them were fond of you, but Kiseok drew a line at the sight of you helping Won-Jae put on sun-screen lotion.

He’d moved quicker than ever from the air-conned living-room that over-looked the backyard, to you and the younger artist sitting near the end of the pool, ‘Yah!’

‘Why?’ you ask Kiseok casually as you rubbed at Won-Jae’s back. You’d just spent the last twenty minutes growling him for not wearing lotion – he was so pale that the sun would cook him alive without putting on the cream.

He was shy, though, shier than what he let on, and had given you a quiet ‘ok’ seconds before you leapt into action.

Pushing your hands aside, Kiseok threw you a glare before turning to Won-Jae and squeezing an unnecessary amount of cream on to his back, ‘I’ll do it.’

‘Kiseok, I was almost finished,’ you tell him with a roll of your eyes, ‘And you’ve put way too much on!’

Kiseok was not gentle. No, in fact he was almost slapping the lotion on, leaving red marks all over Won-Jae’s back while you tisked in disapproval. Once Won-Jae had bowed and practically scattered away, you looked Kiseok with a frown, ‘Yah, what was that all about?’

‘Nothing,’ Kiseok responded, getting up and walking away before you could say anything else. You were unable to dwell on Kiseok’s behaviour once Hoody called you from the pool and beckoned for you to get in to the water, reminding you of a Siren as she grinned cheekily.

Soon enough, night-fell and the sun took a lot of the blatant heat with it; Kiseok had been missing in action for a majority of the day, which you’d not had time to pay attention too – it seemed every few minutes, someone else was asking for your time and attention which you happily gave, simply enjoying the fact that you were with friends in such a relaxing environment.

Dressed in an over-sized shirt that you tied at the front, exposing part of your midriff in hopes of it helping you keep cool, and a pair of loose denim shorts, you sat beside Chase and happily chatted away in English; he had been telling you animatedly about the tour they’d all just returned from and was giving you a demonstration of one of the many fan girls who had gotten too close; his hand was holding yours as he continued the story, explaining how the fan had practically held him captive through hand-holding in the alley-way. You were laughing happily at the fan’s antics and the story when Kiseok loudly stated from across the room near the grills, ‘Yah, Y/N, I didn’t bring you here to flirt with my company members.’

The group of people in hearing distance, which was practically everyone, all suddenly became quiet as they looked between a surprised you and a pissed off Kiseok.

Immediately, Chase’s hand dropped yours while Kiseok turned and looked at Jay, laughing obnoxiously, ‘At least Chase got my drift.’

‘Ah, jeez 형,’ Jay grumbled, his voice carrying through the awkward air, ‘Way to make everyone uncomfortable.’

‘It’s not like it’s a lie right?’ Kiseok asks the room as if it were an open discussion, ‘Half of these shameless fools were drooling over her body all day, anyway;’

You scratched at your arm, uncomfortable with being the topic of conversation before putting on a fake smile and murmuring, ‘자기야…Let’s talk somewhere else huh?’

Kiseok didn’t reply, instead he took another swig from his bottle, his eyes remaining on you as you excused yourself from Chase and your conversation, and gingerly walked past the long table where everyone sat, avoiding your gaze, to tug at his arm, ‘Follow me.’

Kiseok rolled his eyes but did as you asked, leaving his bottle at the grill, the conversation picking up once more, only a little quieter and a lot more uncomfortable.

You walked to the bedroom and closed the door once Kiseok had entered, throwing himself down on the edge of the bed and looking up at you lazily, ‘What?’

You were already near the verge of shedding tears – you were embarrassed, not only did he say something inappropriate, not to mention a private issue in front of your friends, but the younger artists who were new to the gang and were already feeling a little out of place.

‘Why did you say that?’ you ask him, upset, ‘I haven’t done anything wrong!’

He scoffed, rolling his eyes and looking the other way, ‘Right.’

‘Tell me,’ you say, tapping at your chest, ‘if you have an issue with something Kiseok; don’t just pick a fight in front of everyone. That’s embarrassing!’

He leaned against his elbows, looking out the window and shook his head in disagreement. Frustrated, you raised your voice, ‘I’m talking to you Kiseok.’

‘Why’d you put lotion on Won-Jae?’ he asks coldly, turning to look at you with narrowed eyes. Incredulous you sputter, ‘He was walking around in 30-degree heat with porcelain skin and that stupid beanie of his on his head! He needed it!’

‘So why did you put it on? Why not let one of the other girls do it?’ he asked, referring to some of the party-girls that Jay had invited during the day time.

It had taken months for Won-Jae to get used to you, yet alone strangers who were at the house for the sole purpose of flaunting themselves. And besides that, you’d practically forced the poor boy to put the lotion on his body, anyway.

‘What about Duck? Why’d you let him touch your body? Or Chase hold your hands?’ Kiseok asked rapidly, his accent coming out thick as he accused, ‘And why the hell did you wear that damn swim-suit? Do you know how many people were staring at you today?’

‘Kiseok, it was a one piece that covered my body even though it was net-mesh,’ you defended. You personally didn’t see anything wrong with the swim-suit. It hid your body better than a two-piece ever would, and it hid away some of the flaws that you believed you had, without you having to cover up completely, ‘And I don’t think what I wear is something you should be deciding!’

Kiseok scoffed, ‘So what? You’re going to keep wearing clothes to get the attention of the kids out there?’

‘I’m not trying to do that at all! It’s hot, Kiseok! I’m not going to cover up for the sake of your jealousy.’

‘This isn’t about my jealousy,’ he argues heatedly, his hands swaying in all directions, ‘I’m just saying that you’re wearing clothes that are giving everyone else a bad image of you! They all probably think you’re easy because you’re walking around half naked like some slut!’

You gaped at him, your mouth in the shape of an O as you took in his words, the tears that had threatened to fall, eventually making their way down your cheeks, ‘I am not a slut, Kiseok.’

Kiseok’s ranting halted as soon as he saw your tears, ‘I didn’t mean it like that!’

‘Whatever, Kiseok,’ you muttered, looking down at your feet, ‘I don’t want to talk about this anymore.’

‘Babe,’ Kiseok called as you left the room, swiping at your tears and unravelling your shirt so that it hung down properly, ‘Come on, you know I didn’t mean that.’

Making your way back down the stairs, you stopped in the hallway and checked yourself in the mirror; your eyes were slightly red-rimmed, but otherwise not too bad despite the slight sting you felt from the tears. Petting your face to flush your cheeks, you frowned at yourself before letting out a sigh and plastering on a small smile.

You re-joined the group moments later and apologized, ‘Sorry about him, he’s just feeling crabby today from all of the heat,’ you excused while everyone sung back choruses of ‘it’s okay,’ and ‘don’t worry about it’, ignoring the obvious fact that you’d cried.

By time Kiseok had come back down the stairs and joined the party again, you were already halfway through your meal. You’d opted to sit beside Hoody and Jay, the two safest options within the large group of people gathered. Kiseok sat at the head of the table, not far from Jay, his eyes constantly wandering back to you as you talked quietly with Hoody, who threw him occasional glares.

As you sat and cut your steak, Kiseok asked hesitantly, ‘Baby, can you please pass me the salt.’

The table continued their conversation but were obviously aware of the tension between you and Kiseok. Sighing, you got out of your chair and grabbed the salt shakers from further down the table before walking them back to Kiseok and placing them in front of him, ‘Here.’

Gouging your mood and the fact that he’d acted like an ass, Kiseok sighed knowing he’d upset you and it would be a long night before you were ready to let him grovel, yet along properly talk and apologize to you. Giving his thanks, you nodded stiffly in return before walking back to your seat; Kiseok didn’t fail to miss the fact that you’d loosened your shirt, and instead of feeling relieved, he felt nothing but guilt.

You gave Kiseok the cold shoulder all night.

If you were sitting at the pool edge, talking to some of the guys who’d gotten back into the pool after dinner, and he’d join you, you’d quickly make your excuses and get up, finding another group to talk to.

Jay, Chase and Hoody observed in amazement as they watched from the table they sat at, all with beers in their hand, ‘Look at that fool, he’s following her around like a lost puppy.’

‘That’s because he acted like an ass,’ Hoody tells the two men with confidence, ‘He made her cry, and now he feels bad.’

‘Did Y/N tell you that?’ Jay asks in wonder at her insight.

Hoody rolled her eyes, ‘You’re not that observant of the little details for someone who does a lot of the hiring for our label.’

Jay brushed off the comment as Hoody continued, ‘She had red eyes when she came out; there’s only two things that give you red eyes like that, and we all know that Y/N isn’t a smoker. Serves Kiseok-형님 right anyway. Our Y/N’s an angel. Everyone here has a lot of time for her – he’s lucky she even deals with all of his shit.’

The trio couldn’t help but agree with that. They’d witnessed the relationship between you and Kiseok go through thick and thin, and you had always remained as his strong back bone and constant support; you were a rarity in their world.

It was late when you found yourself in the bedroom, freshly showered and ready for bed. You’d excused yourself while the party was in full swing, the effects of your busy day hitting you at once as it neared one in the morning.

While you’d showered, Kiseok had followed you up to the room, and was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head hung low as he sulked at your ignoring of him.

He’d prefer you yelling and screaming at him than pretending he didn’t exist. Rubbing his face tiredly he sighed regretfully at his behaviour, before looking up at you hopefully as you re-entered the room wrapped in a towel.

Ignoring Kiseok, you dried yourself before pulling on a loose shirt and underwear; drying your hair with the towel and turning on the fan so that you were cool even during the night, you continued to move around the room, prepping yourself to sleep. As you walked past Kiseok for the millionth time, he quickly snatched at you and pulled you into his lap, ‘Yah…Let’s stop this now, huh?’

You tried to push him away, only for him to hold you tighter, locking you in his embrace.

‘Get off,’ you grumbled, ‘It’s too hot.’

‘I’m sorry about what I said earlier. I don’t think you’re a slut, or any other nasty name like that. I don’t.’

You kept trying to escape his touch, not wanting a bar of it. Still, he held you, burying his face into the crook of your neck, ‘I was being stupid all day, and let my jealousy get the best of me. I know you’d never do what I said you were doing, and that I was just being stupid.’

He didn’t let you respond, instead he held you lovingly and rocked slightly, ‘And I know that I shouldn’t tell you how to dress, or what you should do with your body. I’m just not used to all of these guys being around you – especially not the younger ones…On top of that, your legs looked so nice today, and everyone was staring…’

You gave him an annoyed look to which he smiled sheepishly, ‘But I still shouldn’t have said all of that in front of the group. I’m sorry for embarrassing you, and for talking to you like I did earlier.’

You sighed and muttered, ‘Kiseok, I’m not here to impress anyone. I’m here because it’s the hottest summer since 1997 and I really wanted to swim. I used what was available to me at the time, which if you think about it – without the ridiculous jealousy and pettiness – you’ll see is actually a modest swimsuit.’

As you spoke, Kiseok nodded in agreement while staring at your lips, making you wonder if he was even listening at all. Still you continued.

‘–And, I love Won-Jae, but like a mother hen. He needs protecting!’ you defended, having ranted for the last three minutes about all the things Kiseok did wrong. Just as you opened your mouth to keep up the momentum of your rant, Kiseok smiled and kissed your lips gently, halting any chance of a conversation.

‘You talk too much,’ he mumbles against your lips a moment later. He planted several more kisses on your face before releasing you. You stood and sighed, giving up on being angry with him as he smiled happily up at you – it was just too hard to resist him.

‘Apologize to Chase tomorrow, and baby Won-Jae too,’ you say as you walk to your side of the bed and sit on the edge while Kiseok sprawled in the centre of the bed, his hand scratching at your back soothingly.

‘I will.’

‘And I’m going to wear another bathing suit tomorrow, and you better not say shit about it,’ you warn him, looking over your shoulder to where he was laying, propped on one elbow while the other stayed in contact with your body.

‘Fine.’

‘And you better not speak to me like you did today ever again, or else you’re dead-meat,’ you warn him, though the threat came out gentle.

‘I won’t. I promise.’

You nodded in satisfaction before laying back on the bed, only to have Kiseok lace his arms around your body and cling to you – his usual reaction to whenever you fought and made up, was to force you to stay by his side until he felt reassured that you guys were okay. Usually it was okay, but the warm summer’s night breeze left no room for his cuddles.

‘Yah,’ you groan moments later having just escaped his clutches only to be pulled back in, ‘It’s too hot for this. I’m going to start sweating again.’

‘You’ll be sweating soon anyway,’ he says suggestively, kissing at the base of your neck.

‘Fat chance,’ you tell him with an eyeroll, heaving him away while he pouted, attempting to crawl back into your personal bubble while your held him back with your hand, ‘Go and shower, you stink!’

‘Stink of love for you baby, come here,’

‘You’re so gross!’ you squeal as he managed to pull you into another crushing hug and blowing a raspberry into your neck, ‘Yah! Get lost!’

Laughing, Kiseok lay on top of you, his nose brushing yours while he laced his fingers through your own, ‘I really am sorry about earlier. I don’t like making you feel bad, baby.’

‘I know you are and I know you don’t,’ you murmur as he gave a sad smile, the playfulness gone.

You stroked his face gently while he leaned into your embrace, his lips kissing the palm of your hand tenderly and murmured, ‘I’m so lucky to have you.’

‘You’re not wrong,’ you respond with a smile, giving him a quick kiss before shoving him off and cutting away the sad tension as you told him sternly, ‘Now go shower!’

Nodding, Kiseok did as you said; and on return, found you fast asleep, one leg sticking outside of the sheet you had used to substitute a blanket, and your arm hugging a pillow to your chest. Smiling at the sight, he shook his head and walked into the wardrobe to get changed, only to halt in surprise and dread as his eyes took in the outfits you’d prepared for tomorrow.

More so, the swim-suit made up of small triangular pieces and bits of string that made today’s swimsuit look like a nun’s gown.

‘God damn it,’ he cursed to himself with a shake of his head, ‘You should have just been grateful for what she wore today,’ he says woefully as he glares at the clothing with hate, ‘Aish.’

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Partners in crime texts W/ Simon D Thank you for requesting!❤️ (Lol can you even call this partners in crime? She legit ditched him)

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Simon Dominic

The 36 year old bachelor (angst, fluff) 🍷

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[khiphop-writings]

Gettin’ Better

Reader X Simon D

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,386

Jay: You are not getting out of this (6:15pm)

Jay: If you don’t come I’ll kill you (6:20pm)

Jay: Stop ignoring me Y/N I haven’t seen you since you moved, I expect to see you there at 9, I left the passes in your mailbox (6:25pm)

You: Of course I’m just getting pretty for you <3 (6:30pm)

Jay: That’s my girl :) (6:32pm)

You scoffed and threw your phone on the bathroom counter, your palms cupped your face as you looked around at the makeup sprawled all over the counter, what exactly were you trying to achieve? You picked up the beauty blender and started to apply your makeup, you were surprised you knew how to do it still, ever since you moved to LA you had little time to go out and party like you used to. By the time you started to apply lip gloss your roommate, summer, was home. She walked in the bathroom and her jaw dropped “DUDE WHAT” “what?” you laughed “where are you going?” “Is it too much” you turned to the bathroom mirror worried that you didn’t look like yourself. “No not at all you look HOT! Will you let me do your hair?” she pushed the front piece of your hair back and you looked at her and nodded “so where are you going?” she pulled the curling iron out of the left drawer “you mean where are WE going” you gave her a grin “oh no you're not dragging me into something I’m sleeping early tonight” she protested “but what if we were going to a club and going to see some live artists and have a lot of fun” you said in a sing-songy tone. Summer looked at you in the mirror and sighed “yayyy we’re going clubbing” you clapped. 

“Alright come out” summer opened the door as if you were being announced at a ball. Your heels clicked against the tile and she scanned you up and now “All I have to say is DAMN we should go out more” you were wearing a bright red dress that was short enough to get you noticed but not too short to get you kicked out. You paired it with silver hoops and a dainty silver necklace they both matched perfectly with the silver glittery heels you were wearing. “Really you think so?” you hugged your body “yes now stop trying to hide it” she grabbed your wrist and dragged you out the front door. 

The music pumping outside the building matched with your heart rate and your palms were sweating. “Passes?” the two of you showed the bouncer the sparkly VIP passes jay left in your mailbox, the bouncer opened the left rope which lead to the green room and you had an uneasy feeling in you stomach “oh no sir we’ll just go in there” you gestured to the right “no we are taking advantage of this come on” summer dragged you into the green room. Now your heart was beating faster than the club music and you were hoping jay found you two before someone else did “Y/N!!!!” you were so relieved to hear his voice, he sounded tipsy as usual, he wrapped his arms around you and gave you a kiss on the cheek “how have you been?” he spun you around to face him, he looked good, he looked happy. “I’ve been doing really well I love it here” “I can see why” his eyes looked all over the room and he raised his eyebrows “who is this” he gestured towards summer “this is my roommate summer we’ve been friends for a while and I moved in with her when I moved here” “well hello summer I hope you enjoy the show” he gave her a wink and you could see her trying to contain herself but failing “well it’s show time I’ll see you after right?” you nodded. “Oh my god you know him??” she whispered as you two were walking to the dance floor “yeah we met when I used to dance for him” you said so nonchalantly “you used to DANCE?? Why am I finding out this much about you now” she sounded hurt “well I’m sorry I’m a private person” you shrugged. 

You went back into the green room and immediately searched for jay but you locked eyes with another familiar set, kiseok, you darted your eyes all over the room but when they landed in the same spot before his were still on you. You don’t know what happened or what possessed you but you felt your feet walk in his direction and before you knew it you were face to face with him, too close. You backed up “Hi… um great job tonight” you rubbed your hands on your dress “thank you, you look… great” his deep voice sent chills down your spine, you hadn’t heard it in a year “Y/N! What did you think?” Jay came up to the two of you and swung his arm around your shoulders “it was great!” you smiled at him “great” your eyes darted to kiseok and he gave you a half hearted smile and walked away from you two “that wasn’t bad” jay ruffled your hair and you two began to walk towards summer. While jay chatted summer up you zoned out and couldn’t stop thinking about the past.

A year ago

“I can’t believe you would even apply knowing where you would be living” kiseok was sitting on the couch staring at the floor and you were across from him “Well I can’t believe you don’t realize how big of an opportunity this is for me” “but why do we need bigger opportunities we’ve been doing well here” “you’ve been doing well here” you could tell that hurt him and you instantly regretted it. “That’s not what I meant-” “no I know what you meant, well I hope you have fun with your bigger opportunities” and with that he stormed out of you apartment, slamming the door behind him.

“So are you going to come Y/N? Y/N?” jay waved his hands in front of your face “oh what? Yeah yeah” you nodded not sure what you were getting yourself into. Following the directions jay sent you, you guys arrived at a karaoke place, “of course” you thought to yourself, jay loved places like this. You regretted following his directions when you saw kiseok get out of the passenger seat “let’s have some fun!” jay shouted. As the night went on you became more and more miserable, it was filled with awkward glances to kiseok and watching your drunk friends “sing” songs awfully, you decided you’ve had enough and left the room in search of the bathroom. You were almost there when you heard “Y/N” his deep voice boomed down the hallway, you turned around to face him “Hi” “should we talk? I mean can we talk?” you nodded to him and the two of you found an empty room. “I miss you” you spoke after a couple of minutes of silence “do you though? I see you always posting and it looks like you’re having so much fun” you were unsure why he was getting so defensive “It’s all for looks, didn’t you see me tonight?? I was a mess” you truthfully hadn’t been okay since you two broke up and you weren’t sure you were going to be “well me too.. I haven’t been able to write and I’m hating the fact that you’re not by my side” you felt a pang in your chest, this was your fault, you applied for a job knowing you would end up moving if you got it, you didn’t put his feelings into account, tears started forming in your eyes. “I’m sorry” for the first time in the whole conversation he actually looked at you “no-” he got up to and wrapped his arms around you “it was both of us I didn’t even try long distance” he admitted “so what do we- where do we go from here” he asked “well my assignment will be up soon and then they’ll move me back to korea” “and when will that be?” “2 months” you replied “2 months” he repeated with a smile.

A/N: Hi this was kind of different for me to like but I really hope you guys like this one as much as I do!

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[chateautae]

sammy i feel like sometimes you spoil too much :(( like, it kinda takes the fun and suspense out of the chapters, you know? chapter x was beautiful, but already knowing about half the things that happened in it made it seem a bit…uneventful, even though a shit ton happened in it. for example, we already knew about her sneaking in the camera, kiseok making an appearence/yn opening up about him, possibly taking a vacation, etc., which is basically the entire chapter. and even with the old and the future chapters, we already know so many of the big and major things. like the paris honeymoon, a second and real proposal, time jump…like, these are the things that are supposed to catch the readers off guard. but since we already know about them, it won’t be so exciting anymore. and i’m only saying this because i’m a writer myself, with 2 published books, so trust me, i know what i’m talking about. i really really hope you don’t take this to heart but i only say this with good intentions :((

I was going to delete this ask, or at least not answer it, but idk, it's bothering me.. bothering me a lot.

You've claimed the chapter's uneventful yet proceed to say so many things happened in the story... I don't understand.

All I can say is, I reveal what I need to reveal and conceal with I need to conceal. Trust me, nobody knows where this story is going and you will be caught off guard. The camera was a repeated question I got literally 10+ asks about and so I just answered, nobody knows how she'll even give it to Taehyung. Kiseok's appearance was not a real appearance and I only mentioned a vacation, not what will happen in it. I never agreed to a Paris honeymoon, tbh I acc dislike Paris because it's cliche. A "true" proposal is kinda a given in any arranged marriage au, even then nobody knows how I'll go about it. Time jump.. nobody knows how long it'll even be.

These things are very minor in my opinion, so I reveal them vaguely. And saying things like calling the chapter uneventful and that those scenes “were the whole chapter” even after admitting it has so much is just really bugging me. It's like saying "cool you wrote a 10-paged essay but your thesis spoiled the paper so yeah it kinda sucked" ...

I hate boasting or bringing this up, but do you know how long it takes me to write even one smut scene?

Two-three days, it takes me days of writing.

How long a simple scene like the wine tasting one took? The scene on their porch? How many times I changed it? How every single line they speak is meticulously written and thought out by me? How much I'll sit there and contemplate whether I should write "voice" or "tone" in just one sentence? My point is, I gruel over every single little detail in this story, and try to make all my writing very original and unique. I really, really try to ensure each scene is hard-hitting and there's something new and fresh, something riveting; so saying it's uneventful because I apparently spoil too much just doesn't sound right, like you’re really telling me 36k words of content isn’t enough. Knowing the vague details of what will happen shouldn't ruin how the chapter reads especially when you don’t know the fine details.

Writing this story is already very draining, and tbh I didn't want to reveal this (though apparently, I spoil things anyway) but I'm glad it's ending soon, the process of writing it is hard, very hard. This makes me not want to even write it anymore because it's like even after writing 36k words worth of hard hard work, it's still uneventful. Like all the extra scenes and banter and fluff and smut I jampacked in really isn't anything? I’m really not understandinf how some vague insight on the chapter is ruining how it reads.

TL; DR: I understand you're a published author, that's amazing for you really, but this is my story and I do this for free. I don't get paid, I'm not getting this published, yet I still churn out work of this quality because I just like it, so I think I'm going to keep going with my own discretion, thank you.

#inbox #anon #fic: maybe i do #not in a good mood anymore

[mayhembunnywrites]

The Elder Tree series: Held Together

Pairing: Simon Dominic x Reader

Genre: Pure fluff.

You first set eyes on Jung Kiseok when he walks into the village, your little furry shadow, once a stray, following closely behind you. You had woken up later than normal, your body still heavy with the remnants of deep sleep when you feel the earth still around you as you wander by the entrance to the village, and you stop in your tracks as you suddenly become wide awake.

Energy floods you as the runes engraved into your skin begin to glow, your entire being seeming to feel as if you were renewed as your eyes fall onto him. You watch as he tenses and meets your gaze, his jaw dropping slightly and his tongue rolling around in his mouth as he looks into your eyes. In that moment the world seems to come to a halt, your heartbeats synchronizing and quickly beating in time.

The moment breaks when your eyes widen and you look away, flushing and raising a hand to your chest, trying to calm down as you shuffle past the group. You find a chair nearby, set out by one of your group for a nice resting place, hardly noticing as your furry companion trails behind you. You take a seat, resting and taking deep breaths with your eyes closed as you feel yourself relax, your heartbeat slowing.

You don’t notice the eyes that watch you and you don’t feel as Jung Kiseok sits next to you quietly, awed by your beauty as you rest on the cushioned bench, sitting in the dappled sunlight that shines through the trees that surround you. The flowers are fragrant as you sit in silence, the only noise being birds singing and flying overhead. You open your eyes and look to Kiseok, a sense of peace settling over the both of you as you meet each other’s eyes.

You know that the runes that swirl around your body are glowing, and you watch in wonder as you notice silver flecks in his eyes, reflecting the silver runes on your body. You only have time to notice him before his hand touches yours, fingers intertwining and hands clasping together as if they had been glued together. His touch sends shivers down your spine and you smile bashfully, flushing as you watch his handsome face break into a small smile.

And, suddenly, you realize that you may have just met your other half.

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