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#lots of idols are good at variety but lots of others are not
seuonji · 8 months
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彡on a variety show w your svt bf!
๑ idol!svt x idol!yn secret relationship series! no storyline, just fun.
one ๑ two ๑ three ๑ four ๑ five ๑ six ๑ seven #mlist
notes ๑ variety show 'my alcohol diary' has mentions of drinking & getting drunk.
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your group plays esports (valorant, leave of legends, apex, etc) against svt as a hybe special!
wonwoo gives you a look when you both sit at the end of your respective tables, you on the right, him on the left making you two sort of beside each other.
as you both play, the host points out that your skills are extremely good. your group member brings up the fact that recently you’ve been spending a lot more time gaming in your free time to which wonwoo rests his head on his hand to cover his smile knowing that he’s the reason you’ve been gaming more. the host adds on that your play style is a bit similar to wonwoo giving both groups chills. “perhaps it’s what’s adapted after a long time of playing,” you calmly respond.
on the other hand with soonyoung— he keeps messing up, at one point he shot one of his members, “the keyboard isn’t following what i want to do.” and you’d fr just face palm yourself. the host mentions, “even yn is getting tired of your antics.” “what antics!? im really trying.” you hope he can make it when technology evolves further. after filming you meet up with him. “wasn’t i cool earlier?” he asks. “i think my baby cousin can beat you.”
jeonghan would be such a menace in this scenario cause omg he would target you. like if he spots you he will not stop shooting and chasing until he gets you— your group member watching all of this go down would try to shoot jeonghan yet somehow he’s dodging and still hunting you down— “let me breathe!?” jeonghan shouts at your member. “you’re not letting ME breathe?” you shout back.
random play dance! (random song is played and you have to dance the correct choreography)
beforehand you'd ask seungkwan to help you with the dances but he was not about to help you out while you were in a different group! until in one of the rounds where you looked lost, seungkwan comes to the front and dances clearly as a way to help you. "you're helping the other groups! get to the back," competitive seungcheol would shout. "sorry i got excited," seungkwan laughs it off. being fr tho how does that man know that many choreographies.
i imagine seokmin/mingyu would whisper to you, "i got you, just follow me," and then he would be one of the first to be eliminated.
vernon keeps on looking at you and copying your dance— you can’t help but laugh at his facial expressions when he doesn’t know the dance but also somehow he’s surviving.
wherever you are in the arena, chan always ends up beside you.
youngji's program 'my alcohol diary'
you’d go alone to promote your groups album. your episode was relatively short— they covered it up with 'yn got drunk super fast' but actually, whether you have a high tolerance or not, in the end when you got drunk, you just kept on gushing about your boyfriend. (bf can be any member)
when youngji asked you to teach her the dance of your song you went through it step by step until a certain part, “oh soonyoung choreographed this part and i gave it as a suggestion and it made the cut to the official choreo,” you said with a big smile. // “my boyfriend likes this part,” you danced the bit then nonchalantly continued to teach youngji but she’s standing, there still in shock of everything she’s heard.
after filming, your boyfriend would pick you up and take care of you till you sober up.
the next day youngji would message and reveal something to you.
yn: im so sorry for the short episode run-
youngji: if it makes you feel better, seungcheol/soonyoung/mingyu/minghao talked about you way more than you did about them.
chinese whisper game as a mini game (there’s a given word/phrase and the word is passed on through all players, last players needs to shout it out word for word)
you’re standing in front of jeonghan/minghao and he keeps on blowing into your ear before he starts actually saying the given phrase—
but if it was the noise cancellation version (have to read lips or body actions to get the word/phrase)
seungcheol pouted at you when you couldn’t understand what he was saying which a lot of viewers found weird since he would usually only do that with his members.
you almost hug jeonghan/joshua/wonwoo when he got the word correct—
jun/wonwoo/jihoon keeps on giving you high-fives every round.
you consider choking soonyoung when he can’t get the word correct for shit.
you and minghao/chan kept on bickering over the way he would execute the word. the staff and your members would be more interested on how you guys fight rather than the word being finally passed over to the last person.
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linglangplanet · 9 months
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How to learn a language the fun (and easy) way:
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1 - Watch native films/dramas
This is not only fun, but will also help your ears adjust to the speed and tones of native speakers. You will start to differentiate individual words and sounds. This is not a voice over or language teacher speaking - these are natives who speak rapid-fire, and with lots of slang thrown in. You'll also learn about the country's culture, etiquette rules and general way of life.
Matt vs Japan (YouTube) learnt Japanese through watching anime. You can also learn through native resources like manga. And this is how babies learn naturally - through an endless stream of language input. Eventually they recognise word, intonation and grammar patterns.
For free Korean/Japanese/Chinese dramas check out Viki, or you can find a variety of languages on Netflix, or even YouTube (good for Russian ones!)
2 - Find a translated version of books/films
If you know a book series by heart, find the translated version and go through them slowly. Since you already know the plot, you'll associate new words with their meanings much faster. You can also do this with films you've watched repeatedly, like the Disney classics.
3 - Chat with natives
Use apps like HelloTalk, Tandem or Hilokal to chat (for free!) with native speakers around the world. Honestly, this is the fastest way to learn, especially because they use everyday expressions/slang. It's also the most fun way because you're essentially just making foreign friends.
4 - Browse the internet in your TL
YouTube, twitter, Tumblr, forums, whatever. Google a recipe in Spanish. Check the news in German. Create a YouTube account specifically for Arabic. You can also make Spotify playlists in your TL, and listen to them instead of your usual native ones.
5 - Create content
Compose a song
Keep a diary
Start a blog
Create a YouTube channel
Write a passionate essay
Write a short story
...in your target language.
6 - Latch onto something cultural you love
Fall in love with Russian literature and start wading your way through Crime and Punishment. Get obsessed with Hindi Bollywood movies, or Italian opera, or Japanese anime/manga. Research into your TL country's history in that foreign language. Binge Korean dramas or kpop idol interviews. Anything, as long as you're passionate about it.
Hope that helps, and let me know if you have any other ideas :)
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jihyoruri · 5 months
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THE GIRL IS MINE — idol!sakura miyawaki x idol!reader
warnings: yn and sakura from heart racing and best friends, gidle!reader, kissing, mentions and hints of caught in between
sakura knew yn was known for her visuals. she also knew that her girlfriend had a lot of people after her, so why was is such a surprise to her to see people actually going after the gidle member.
she watched from across the room seated with her members as ryujin made small talk to yn since gidle and itzy were placed beside each other and both girls were sat beside each other a little small talk was bound to happen.
personally sakura didn’t think it was small talk it seemed more like flirting to her.
“you are shooting laser beams at her head.” a voice snaps sakura out of her daze as she quickly turns to face chaewon who has a playful look on her face.
sakura scoffs at the short haired girl before shadily muttering a “you’re one to talk.” making a jab at the girls jealous ways towards her two other members.
chaewon shoots the older girl a small glare deciding to ignore her comment, “she seems to be telling yn a funny joke.” which makes sakura snap her head back to the pair.
even though she couldn’t sakura could hear yn’s soft laugh in response to something that sakura could hardly believe was that funny.
sakura stiffened and muttered to chaewon, “why are we doing this again?” three major groups doing a variety show together seemed like a good idea when it was told to sakura that lesserafim along with gidle and Itzy will be taking part in it, but now not so much.
“and why are they seated next to each other and we’re sitting alone.” sakura ranted to the leader of the group, “this is why we can’t have odd numbers.”
“are you sure the odd number is your problem?” chaewon asked before pointing towards yn and ryujin, “I don’t think so.” she says slyly.
sakura glared at chaewon before nodding towards her two other members, “instead of paying attention to me pay attention to those two.”
it was like an alarm went off in chaewon’s head as she immediately turns her head in the direction that sakura nodded towards, quickly squeezing herself into the conversation of the two members, her mind completely off of sakura.
sakura felt herself smile at the mess that she calls her members but it immediately disappears when she hears the mc call your name.
“yn!” he says pointing at youngest member of gidle, your head snaps up and you raise a brow in question.
“you have two popular and influential groups in this room with you correct?” he asks and you nod your head immediately in response, “which member of either groups do you admire the most?”
yn look at the ceiling in thought before bringing her gaze to the hybe group making immediate eye contact with sakura, she smiles before bringing her eyes back to the man, “sakura.” she says pointing at the older girl.
the members of lesserafim cheer as a smile makes its way to sakura’s only to once again disappear off her face when a certain itzy member speaks up.
“not me?” ryujin asks teasingly leaning closer to yn who covers to face in a flustered manner, “yeah yn, not ryujin!?” the other mc shouts at the girl who puts her face in her hand at the teasing.
sakura narrows her eyes at ryujin who pats yn’s shoulder teasingly, could she back off?
the rest of the filming was just ryujin flirting with yn and everyone eating up, well everyone but sakura who felt like pushing over one of the cameras.
she trusted yn, it was the itzy member she didn’t trust, sakura thought it was pretty obvious that something between her and yn was going to pretty much everyone in the industry, so its either ryujin is oblivious or she just didn’t care.
sakura was leaning more towards the didn’t care option.
the girls were done filming and sakura was determined to find yn, she walked through the halls until she came to a stop when she saw who she was looking for but with the person she didn’t wanna see at all.
sakura watched as ryujin picked up the necklace on yn’s neck, “this necklace is cute.”
sakura tensed her mind going a thousand miles as ryujin takes her hand from your necklace and brings to yn’s arm rubbing it in a “friendly.” manner.
yn smiles brightly before responding with a bright, “thanks my gir-”
“there you are.”
sakura’s voice cuts yn off as she looks behind her to see her girlfriend who pulls yn closer to her, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
without sparring a look at ryujin sakura impulsively presses her lips onto yn’s who just stands still for a couple of seconds before kissing the older back.
yn slowly pulls herself away from sakura, coughing awkwardly before turning to ryujin, “you’ve probably met my girlfriend sakura right rue?”
sakura sends a fake smile to the girl as she wraps an arm around yn, “yes I have, hi.” ryujin replies making eye contact with the girl. “you got yourself a good one.” she smirks mockingly at sakura, making the japanese girls blood boil for some reason.
“I do.” sakura smiles it’s a petty smile, “you’re members might be looking for you.” she says nodding behind as she pulls yn closer to her if that’s even possible.
“you’re right...” ryujin trails off before bringing her gaze to yn, “I’ll see you around yn.”
“bye ryujin.” yn smiles still a little embarrassed as she leans into sakura who nods her head, “yeah, bye ryujin.” she says passively but the itzy member just chuckles and walks towards where her members are.
sakura visibly relaxes when the girl leaves before pressing a kiss on yn’s jaw who in response rolls her eyes, “what?” sakura asks innocently.
yn turns her body fully to look at the girl, “you know you don’t have to be jealous right? I only have eyes for you.”
“me?” sakura asks pointing towards herself, “jealous?”
in response yn nods her head, “yes you, but then again if I was my girlfriend I would get jealous too.” yn says teasingly as she presses a kiss on sakura’s cheek.
it’s now sakura’s turn to roll her eyes as she wraps an arm around yn’s should and starts walking towards the direction where all the groups are, “who gave you such an ego?”
“you.”
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howtofightwrite · 5 months
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I'm writing a scene where a cultivater (chinese martial artists who fights ghosts) falls in a forest and I'm trying to figure out how someone who fights on rough terrain would train to fall. I tried looking at martial art/parkour/stunt man tutorials, but I feel like a lot of the basic techniques (rolling, and slapping the ground to distribute weight) wouldn't work well on uneven ground. I also tried looking at hiking advice but they just say to fall on your pack. Any insight?
Chinese cultivators don’t fall, they choose to reacquaint themselves with the ground.
That sounds like a joke, but the best way to understand Chinese cultivators and Chinese fantasy media is to realize that martial arts are the gateway drug to magic. And that will get you into a lot of trouble if you follow that all the way into Martial Arts Give You Superpowers, which is both the outgrowth of the western understanding of Chinese culture and a trope rife with orientalism. Cultivation seems simple on the surface when you’re watching Chinese media, but it’s more than martial arts, it’s more than religion, it’s more than mythology, (though it is all of those too) it’s a genuine transition into metaphysics that reorients how we understand and interact with the world around us. The concepts we see in cultivation come from real martial arts philosophy that you find in Tai Chi, Shaolin, and most other Chinese martial arts. They come from real religions including Daoism, Buddhism, a healthy dose of Confucianism, general mythology and mysticism from a wide range of subcultures, and, to an extent, Animism. If you aren’t doing your reading with the Eight Immortals, Journey to the West, The Legend of the White Snake, and others then you should dig in. I also really suggest watching the live action C-Dramas whether they’re true Wuxia or more Xianxia idol dramas (and in this case the idol dramas are better because the action is slower) so you can acquaint yourself with the stylized martial arts portrayals, a wide variety of choreography, character archetypes essential to motif based storytelling, and the most important aspect of all—wire work.
Understanding and conceptualizing stunt action done on wires is essential when you’re trying to visualize and create action scenes in any East Asian genre. Your first instinct might be to dismiss the stylized movement as unrealistic (it is) but remember that it’s also genre essential. Hong Kong action cinema has a very specific feel to it that’s very different from the way Western cinema structures and films their fight scenes. Even when you’re writing, you’ll want to find ways to imitate it through your visual imagery on the page.
Probably the best way to contextualize cultivators is that they’re wizards who do martial arts. They’ve learned to transcend the limitations in our understanding of reality through knowledge and study to perform superhuman feats. How superhuman? Well, it gets wild. They can be anywhere from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon/Who Rules the World fly through the trees levels to Shang Tsung’s “I’m going to slam my hell reality into your normal reality because commuting to work is too much of an inconvenience.”
Which is to say, they don’t always fight ghosts. Sometimes they fight other martial artists, sometimes they fight other cultivators, sometimes they fight demons, sometimes they fight gods, and sometimes they fight incredibly overpowered monkeys. They’re often monks living in seclusion on a mountaintop, but not always. Cultivation is more of a state of mind. Anyone can do it if they learn how to absorb spiritual energy from the world around them through meditation and breathing exercises. Gods cultivate. Humans cultivate. Animals cultivate. Remember, the demons and the ghosts cultivate too. Sometimes, your master gets reincarnated as a demon. Sometimes, you do. The amount of wacky spellcasting you can do is dependent on how much energy you’ve cultivated, which is dependent on how old you are and how good at cultivation you are. Using the power means you need to cultivate more energy, the greater the spell or difficult the battle then the more energy is lost.
This is important to the question of: how does a cultivator fall?
Metaphorically? Existentially? Physically?
When we’re talking physically, wire work becomes very important. Think of your cultivator as being on wires. If they have the knowledge and understanding to do it, they can slow their own fall through the air to land harmlessly on the ground or twist over like a cat and launch themselves back off the ground to fly at their opponent in a counter attack. If they have the knowledge and understanding, they can teleport. If they lack the knowledge and understanding or want to trick their opponent, they can hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. If they’re relying on basics, they can also smack the ground to counter and spread out the impact then use the momentum from that fall to roll back onto their feet. They’ll do it no matter what terrain they’re on because it’s a basic technique that’s trained into their foundation to the point it’s a reflexive action. Any force distributed away from, and reducing impact on, important body parts like your spine is better than nothing. It’s better to sacrifice your arm than be paralyzed. At its heart, that’s the point of the technique. If you’re able to walk away with a functioning spine, it’s done its job. Your shoulder hurts? That’s normal. Your arm is sprained or broken? Sucks, but that’s better than the alternative that is paralysis and death. For reference, learning to fall was the first lesson my Wushu instructor ever taught me. It is that basic.
A lot of the time when portraying cultivators in media, the goal is to show them as being beyond the limitations of standard martial artists. How vast the gap is between the cultivator and the average human is dependent on both the setting and the cultivator. So, the average martial artist who possesses superhuman talents but hasn’t dedicated themselves to a life of cultivation and cultivators who are new to the path are going to be on the rung below and more likely to be knocked on their ass. Cultivators in the mid-range are more likely to have crafted or trained in solutions to being knocked on their ass which put them in a less vulnerable position while recovering and empowered/enhanced their martial arts. Cultivators in the top tier are usually straight up masters at spellcasting, if they deign to fight at all. Gravity need not apply. Rember, the time it takes you to hit the ground and roll to your feet is time your opponent has to launch a counter attack or move to a better position. Also, it means you’ve taken your eyes off your opponent. This is bad enough against a normal human opponent. Against another mostly immortal or ancient magic user this risks a terrible outcome.
Cunning and strategy are both as important as skill. Wisdom, knowledge, and hard work outweigh talent and raw potential. You’ll have to decide how esoteric you want to be and what limits you want to set. I really urge you to do this because the danger of power creep is real and especially prominent here. A character’s growth in power is often linked to their growth in character or their arc, as they gain a greater understanding of themselves and the world around them their skill increases. The self-discovery/self-reflection/self-interrogation/intense suffering to reach enlightenment portion is just as important and intrinsic to the martial arts portion of Martial Arts Give You Superpowers. It’s easy to focus on the Superpowers or the Martial Arts parts of the equation and miss the genre necessity of character growth. This growth often happens through heaps of steadily increasing trauma. Or, failing to undergo that by being too powerful and thus unable to progress is the joke like it is in Qi Refining for 3000 Years. (Go to hell, Bai Qiuran, you hilariously overpowered monstrosity.)
The irony is that the trajectory in character growth is the same trajectory the average student experiences when practicing martial arts. The only difference is that the power arc is inflated. This includes overcoming ingrained truths that you believe about yourself, about your own abilities, what you believe yourself to be capable of (both good and bad,) about your biases toward yourself and other people, your biases about reality in general, your understanding of good and evil, the potential upending of right and wrong, and facing the greater complexity found in the world at large. The stripping away of these illusions, coming to terms with uncomfortable realizations in a more complicated world, and the gaining of new understanding and confidence are vital to that growth.
Skill isn’t just represented in the power creep, it’s also found in a character’s sophistication and complexity in their approach to combat and life in general. Their awareness both of themselves and of other people, their ability to read intentions, their predictive abilities, their complexity in initiating their own strategy and tactics while also recognizing and countering the plans of others. It’s their insight into human nature and their cunning. It’s not enough to be powerful. The world is full of powerful people and not so powerful people who have the capacity to be just as dangerous. This isn’t Goku and Freeza slamming into each other while the planet explodes in nine minutes. You also need to be smart. It’s also not about being a better person. It’s about being a self-aware person. A person who is self-actualized. Monkey’s growth is in his awareness of the world around him through his experiences and in approaching problems differently rather than becoming less of a little shit. If you grow up in the West, one of the issues you’re going to face is thinking of these hurdles as materialistic rather than emotional or intellectual.
A lot of Western media misinterprets the concepts of “giving up” as physical sacrifice. One of the popular examples is physically sacrificing the person we love. In order to have enlightenment, we must be separated from them. We can’t physically be with them anymore. Whereas under a Buddhist structure, what we are actually sacrificing is our own ignorance, our own preconceptions, and beliefs that keep the world comfortable. Under this structure, we’re sacrificing our preconceived notions of who our loved one is. The person that we invented when we first met and we must force ourselves to come to terms with who they really are. The outcome of this isn’t necessarily going to be bad, but it’s still painful. The person we think we love could be perfectly wonderful. However, they’re not who we imagined. If we choose to hold onto the illusion we created, to ignore the realization that the illusion is the person that we love, we’ll only end up causing ourselves and our loved one more pain. We must fall in love with them all over again. Coming to terms with that is painful. All pain comes from ignorance. In sacrificing, letting go of, or overcoming our ignorance, we grow.
These are the emotional, intellectual, and spiritual challenges necessary for a cultivator because they allow the cultivator to level up. Yes, level up. Whether this is coming from the influx of gaming culture into media at large or because the concept synergizes with the Buddhist goal of progressing through the Six Realms toward nirvana, leveling up is how a cultivator’s increasing power is often depicted. Of course, once we reach the next level we can’t go back except by falling or failing and are no longer the person we once were. This then gets mixed in with Daoist principles of finding divine understanding by living in harmony with the universe. The more understanding we gain of the world, the more energy we can absorb as a result, but our original goals may be lost or changed in the process. If a character begins their journey on the path of revenge, their newfound contextualization of the situation that caused them immense pain may force them to give that revenge up or find they don’t want revenge anymore.
Failure is also an option and often a common part of the story. These stories usually follow characters through multiple lives and rebirths over hundreds and even thousands of years, especially if they’re also gods. This is the existential fall. The fall to the Dark Side. All our heroes are going to go through it at least once. This is also why a lot of Chinese media ends in tragedy with hope for the next round.
-Michi
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808airsoftbros · 11 months
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Tight Pants (Yunjin) (S) (BXG)
Author: From now on (S) means SMUT. Hope you enjoy the story😉
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Y/N’s POV
It was a clear, sunny, and beautiful day to be out walking with your best friend at the park. Yunjin was always so busy with her Idol life leaving her with little to no free time on her hands especially since she’s been busy with her group’s new song “Unforgiven”. But yeah, it’s always nice to spend what little time we have with each other. 
At least that’s what it was supposed to be... 
Instead of a sunny day, it was pouring out of nowhere, thankfully, Yunjin had an umbrella but unlucky me I forgot mine at home since I never thought I was going to need it and her umbrella was too small to shield us from the rain. 
In no time, my entire outfit was soaked, and my feet never felt any more miserable as it felt like I stepped into the ocean with my shoe. 
“Oh my God, Y/N you’re soaked! Come on, let’s go to my dorm, it’s a lot closer than your apartment!” She suggested. 
“A-Are you sure, you’re members won’t be there?” I asked. 
“No, they’re out hanging out with their friends or shopping at the mall! 
Now come on, let’s go before you catch a cold!” She answered before grabbing my arm. 
Running with haste, we quickly went get out of the park and take shelter at the bus stop. 
Yunjin calls in a cab as her manager is on break, when the cab arrives, we hopped inside the back seat and directed the driver to her dorm. 
Throughout the ride, Yunjin wraps around the towel we used for our picnic around me to keep me warm and prevent the seats from getting wet. 
Once we arrived at her dorm, we paid the driver, get out of the car, and quickly go inside the dormitory building. 
As we enter the building we go into the elevator, press the second floor button, and the elevator takes us to the next floor. 
Once the metal doors opened, we walked into the corridor with Yunjin guiding me until we reached her dorm. 
She unlocks the door using a keycard before signaling me to go in first, and I followed her instructions as she followed suit. 
The door automatically shuts and the lights instantly turned on in the living room as the heater warms up the room. 
“Stay here, I’ll get you some warm clothes,” She instructed. 
“Wait, am I even going to fit into them?” I asked and she giggled.
“Don’t worry, Y/N, they’ll fit you just fine~,” She assured before winking at me causing me to blush. 
Shaking my head, Yunjin goes upstairs to fetch me a spare change of clothes as I patiently wait for her to return. 
About five minutes later, she comes downstairs with a pair of neatly folded pajamas. 
“T-Thank you, Noona...” I softly replied as I was shivering. 
“Anything for my best friend,” She said and I nodded. 
Yeah... Best friend... One thing, I forgot to mention is that I have liked- no loved her for a very long time. 
Sadly, it doesn’t appear that she’s aware of it as she’s too busy with her work life and I only assume she doesn’t feel the same way as I do. 
Anyway, not much I can do about it, I walked up the stairs to the bathroom, placed the change of clothes on the sink counter, undressed myself, and step inside the shower. 
Shutting the glass door, I turned the faucet to warm water, soaking myself before rubbing soap on my body.
Looking to see what body wash and shampoo I could use, there was a wide variety which isn’t surprising considering they take good care of their bodies. 
“Crap... Which one should I use? I don’t want to make Noona’s bandmates angry...” I asked myself as I contemplated my decisions. 
“You can use that head shoulders and the dove body wash right there!” I hear a voice pointed out. 
“Oh, why thank you-” I was about to say until I realized that someone was inside the bathroom with me. 
Looking out the glass to see who that voice came from, it was of course Yunjin causing me to jump, nearly slip because of the slippery tiles, and cover my dick. 
“What the fuck?! How long were you here?!” I shockingly asked and she giggled. 
“Hehehe~. As I said, you can use the head and shoulders and the dove body wash, that’s mine but you can use them for today, and to answer your question, only for a few minutes.” She explained and I deeply sighed.
“Thanks, Noona... But can I please have some privacy?” I asked and she smirked. 
“Nah, I think I’ll stay besides you’ve got a nice body~. When did you start working out~?” She playfully asked me and I shook my head.
“Just get out please...” I replied.
“Whatever you say, Y/N boo boo~,” She said before leaving the bathroom making me sigh in relief. 
Jeez, what is with this woman? She was never like this before... Yunjin was kind, cute, and most importantly innocent. 
Anyway, once I finished taking my shower, I dried myself using the towel hanging on the rack and put on the clothes that Yunjin provided me. 
Unfortunately, they were pretty damn tight exposing my abs a little but what really sucked is that it revealed my bulge. 
“Well, it’s only for one night... Besides what’s the worse that can happen?” I said to myself. 
Getting out of the bathroom, I placed the wet clothes in the laundry bin as Yunjin instructed and go downstairs. 
“Ah, I see you finished cleaning up, how do you feel?” She asked. 
“I feel much better, Noona, thank you for letting me use the shower,” I replied and she smiled.
“It’s nothing, come, sit with me, I wanna watch binge-watch Netflix!” She said as she patted on the couch. 
Sitting on the couch next to her, she turns on the TV, sets the channel to the Netflix app, and plays a random Kdrama movie. 
The drama was just like any other typical romantic genre but there were some funny scenes that we laughed at. 
However, there was one spicy scene where the actor and actress had sex as they kissed like it was the last thing they’d do on this planet. 
It didn’t help that the fact my friend down there is having a mind of its own, meaning that I’m getting a massive boner and the tight pants makes it quite obvious. 
Taking the pillow and blanket beside me, I covered it up and Yunjin to hopefully focus her attention on the movie rather than my big ass knob. 
Just as I thought I dodged a bullet, Yunjin suddenly places her hand on my thigh and it was dangerously close to my cock making me anxious and worried. 
“Shit...” I said in my mind as I prayed she doesn’t discover my boner.
“Is everything okay, Y/N, your face is so red and you're even sweating, do you have a fever?” She asked as she places her hand on my forehead. 
“Uhhh... Yeah, I’m totally fine, it’s just that scene makes me nervous, that’s all,” I lied. 
“Ah, I see, I’ll skip it then,” She replied and I sighed in relief. 
Seeing that I dodged yet another close one, I was proven wrong again as she wrapped around my cock. 
“Huh? What’s this?” She wondered as she slightly tightened her grip making me cringe. 
“What is it?” I nervously asked as the boner and the tight pants is making me feel uncomfortable. 
“I don’t know, hold on, I’m taking off the blanket,” She replied and my eyes widened. 
“N-No, I’ll get cold,” I pointed out and she raised an eyebrow. 
“Don’t worry, you big baby, I’ll only take a glance,” She assured. 
Fuck... I’m doomed... 
Yunjin removes the blanket, takes a glance to figure out what she was gripping onto earlier, and notices my big bulge. 
“Y-Y/N...” She said as her eyes widened at the sight of my boner. 
“U-Uhm... I like to stuff Japanese cucumbers into my pants, yeah! It’s a hobby of mine!” I lied. 
“Japanese cucumbers...?” She asked and I nodded. 
“Baby, do I look stupid to you? This is your dick, now be honest, is it frustrating and uncomfortable to have this under your pants?” She asked and I sighed before nodding. 
“S-Sorry, Noona, this is so embarrassing, I’ll take care of it!” I replied before getting up from the couch.
Right when I was about to get up, she pins me back down and straddles onto my lap. 
“There’s no need to be ashamed, baby, we all get horny sometimes, even me, and right now, I’m soaking wet just looking at your huge cock, and not only that, there’s something else I wanted to confess.” She explained.
“W-What is it?” I nervously asked and she smirked. 
“I’ve loved you for so long but you’re too dense to see it and I know you love me too, so how about I help you out with this tight situation as your girlfriend, what do you say~?” She offered and I gulped. 
“O-Of course, Noona, I’d love to be your boyfriend,” I answered and she smiled. 
“Good boy~,” She replied before getting off the couch and onto her knees.
Slowly, she lowered my pants along with my underwear revealing my nine-inch cock making her drool and stare. 
“God, you’re so huge, and you’ve been hiding this from me the whole time but now I get to have it all to myself~,” She said as she jerked me off. 
“Mmmmmm~.” I moaned. 
“Do you like this baby boy~? Let me lubricate you first~,” She said before taking my length into her mouth.
Welcoming the warm feeling around my shaft, she could barely reach the base without it hitting the back of her throat. 
“God Jen, it feels so fucking good~,” I moaned. 
Meeting her gaze, I could see the sheer lust and love in her eyes turning me on even more as she kept bobbing her head up and down. 
After a few moments, she takes my dick out of her mouth, undresses her tank top, shorts, and undergarments showing off her nude body. 
Not wasting anytime, I picked her up, went upstairs to her room, placing her onto the bed before hungrily sucking her tits. 
“Yes baby just like that, mark my tits, they’re all yours~,” She said before loudly moaning. 
Afterward, I take off my shirt revealing my three abs, Yunjin slowly traces the lines and couldn’t take her eyes off of it. 
“Since when did you get so hot~?” She asked. 
“I’ve been working out the past few years since you started training,” I answered and she giggled. 
“Good, because rememebr this is all mine now, and nobody else can have it, understood~?” She whispered into my ear sending chills down my spine. 
“Y-Yes, Noona,” I answered and she smiled. 
Continueing where we left off, I slowly insesrt my length into her pussy and she clenched her teeth in pain as this was our first time together. 
“A-Am I hurting you?” I asked. 
“I-It’s okay, just keep going,” She insisted and I nodded. 
Pumping my dick in and out, she was tight as fuck, Yunjin leans foward to grab a hold of my shoulder as I slowly pounded her. 
“That’s it, I want you to impregnant me, baby, give me your babies~,” She said. 
“B-But isn’t that a little too quick?” I worringly asked.
“You let me worry about the details, now do it~?” She replied before moaning. 
As we continued making love for hours maybe, my balls felt tight and her walls started to squeeze my dick to death. 
“Shit, I’m close baby~!” She warned. 
“Same here,” I replied. 
“Do it, cum inside your Noona, I know you want to~!” She insisted. 
At the same time, we both came, but I was scared because I actually did it inside of her meaning that she could get pregnant. 
We both collapsed onto each other on the bed, catching our breaths, looking at her face, even with messy hair she was still beautiful as she gave me a tired and loving look. 
“A-Are you going to get pregnant?” I worringly asked and she laughed.
“Don’t worry, baby, I only said that to motivate you, I’m still on protection so will be fine.” She assured and I sighed in relief. 
“So what you said earlier, you love me? Or is it because of lust?” I curiously asked and she shook her head. 
“No, baby, I meant what I said, I truly love you, do you feel the same?” She asked. 
“Of course, Noona, I’ve loved for you so long but I didn’t think you’d share the same feelings as I do,” I answered and she smiled before pecking my lips. 
“Well, I’m happy to hear that and I promise to marry you in the future, maybe after my dating ban is lifted,” She promised and I chuckled.
“Yeah, probably best if we kept this secret otherwise you’ll get in huge trouble,” I replied. 
“Hehe~. I love you so much, baby, til death do us part~,” She said before carressing my cheek.
“I love you too, Noona, til death do us part~,” I replied and we cuddled for the night. 
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tempura-rolls · 4 months
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A Wriothesley Birthday Special
Happy Thanksgiving People!! Apparently this day is also Wriothesley’s birthday, so I threw this together rather quickly
I’m also thankful for the support I receive for my blog ❤️ so thank you 😊
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“If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you were some sort of idol.” You spoke with amazement at the stacks of gifts rested neatly in Wriothesley’s office.
There was a mixture of large wrapped boxes, some topped with bows, to smaller ones that seem to hold either small cakes or trinkets. There were even some covered in stickers.
Wriothesley only chuckled at your response to witnessing actually how many gifts graze his office each year his birthday comes around.
“You’re free to open them all up if you’d like.” He told you earlier, currently enjoying your raging curiosity as you cautiously unraveled each one you got your hands on, showcasing each to him.
As time went on, you had made piles of similar gifts to make for easier access and organization. Wriothesley began to examine each one individually as you continued to unfastened the ribbons tying multiple gifts together, placing them in their corresponding area.
“Good thing you took the day off.” You speak. “A lot of tea varieties.” You smile as you examine a box of pomegranate infused green tea.
“Funny.” You say. “Found my favorite in here.” Whether you were referring to the pomegranate infused, or another kind of tea, he was watching closely.
You stacked decorative cakes on his desk, and other variation of gifts (whether it be clothes or household items) next to his lounge chair, right beside the high stack of tea boxes.
“Here.” You said to him, handing him a small, colorful, pastel box. “This one is from Sigewinne.”
He took it from you, examined it, then proceeded to placing it on his desk.
“I’ll thank her when I see her. Well then, shall we get going?” He asks you, referring to a conversation you both had earlier, about your gift being above the surface of the Fortress of Meropide.
You grabbed a tea box, one of your favorites, and one of his, and began to walk down the steps. Having no hesitation, he walked down those steps, right behind you.
You led him to a secluded area in Fontaine, surrounded by low rising grass, right next to the nation’s ravishing sea.
Wriothesley’s face turned into a shocked expression once he laid eyes on what awaited him. This expression however, resulted in the slow fading of your smile.
“Oh no you don’t like it.” You said in a slight panic. “Ok, in my defense I honestly tried to mimic the flavor of your ribs, but I doubt I could get it right, then I tried to-“
You had begun to ramble in your terrified manner, worried that you had disappointed him. He disrupts your spiral of fear as he placed his hands on your shoulders.
“I’m not mad or disappointed, I’m just really surprised that you went through all this trouble, you really didn’t have to.” His face turned into a winsome smile. “I haven’t even eaten anything yet and I can tell I already love it.”
He places a quick kiss to your lips, and walks towards your setup, leaving you slightly dazed from the gesture. Once you sat beside him, Wriothesley placed his coat around you.
“You have to be cold.” He states as he picked up the first item he can reach. “Did you make this?” He asks as he takes a fork at a slice of cake.
“Yeah.” You said, awkwardly as you turn your head to see him smiling as he devoured that slice.
“It’s sweet.” He says. “Really good.”
“Think so?” You ask him with a smile plastered onto your face.
He nods, bringing a piece to your lips with his fork.
“I don’t think I’ll be eating those other ones in my office.” He claims joyfully as you brought your lips to his fork.
“That good huh?” You spoke as you covered your full mouth.
You could feel a warm rush of blood going to your face, whether or not your skin color could showcase it, he knew that look, he knew you were flushed.
“Yes.” He responds. “Best I’ve ever had.”
You thanked him for his kind compliment, although they didn’t stop at cake. Wriothesley commented everything he ate, even the drink you made.
“You even nailed the ribs.”
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Bro fr about to be my favorite ❤️ (sorry Lyney and Scara)
Literally doing his story quest now after helping out with dinner ;)
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your-astro-mami · 1 year
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notes on the 10th house cusp/midheaven
Scorpio Midheaven can be ruthless when they truly want to achieve something. Scorpio is ruled by Pluto which can truly bring out the most power-hungry, ambitious version of someone. Scorpio on the 10th, Pluto in 10th can be great for politicians, CEOs, people in a position of power.
Leo Midheaven can be very ego driven, they may seek career success due to the validation and respect from others it may give them. In many cases, Leo Midheaven's desire for professional success may stem from need for approval from their father.
Sagittarius Midheaven can be extremely lazy but very optimistic which always helps them catch the right opportunity at the right time. It can also indicate success in a foreign country.
Cancer Midheaven can be the opposite - success may come at home. Career may be connected to agriculture, real estate, architecture. In other cases, a family business or any profession connected to children (teacher), pets (vet) or helping other people (therapists). Very multifunctional.
Virgo Midheaven is ideal for a career in PR due to their meticulous and perfectionist nature. They are great at planning, making a good judgment, they have a good eye for small details, so any career which requires someone who is very attentive is fabulous for them. Journalism is also a good option. They can also make great doctors, anything in the medical field.
Gemini Midheaven can be good for any skills, crafts, anything involving different projects and variety. If that's not possible, they are likely to change careers throughout their life.
Aries Midheaven are VERY competitive, they want to be number one in everything they do. They can be good leaders, but they are impulsive and have no patience with others, so doing anything on their own may have better success. Generally they do well in anything requiring focus and competition, inner-drive. They can be good in finance due to their lack of fear and love of risk.
Libra Midheaven are the ones who do well in business. Or anything involving a lot of networking, social skills. They know how to get through life with their charisma only. Public relations, social climbing, a famous person's best friend, that will be ideal.
Aquarius Midheaven is generally considered the science, tech field Midheaven, but unless you have the other aspects for it, no. They can make progress, start something new regardless of the field they are in. They bring new ideas, they are good with people, they can be good leaders.
Taurus Midheaven is definitely the one with the approach "work smart not hard". If they weren't paid for it, they wouldnt work. The only motivation is the security money brings for them. They take things slow and are unlikely to take big risks in their professional life. I have never associated Taurus with one particular career honestly.
Pisces Midheaven are the ones who may seem lost in life, lack direction, HOWEVER. They can be the ones with great dreams and ambtions in life, they idolize and romanticize their future, so if they use their skills and take the right steps they can easily fulfill anything they set their mind to. I can say a creative career, but that would be too stereotypical. Definitely wouldn't make the best therapists as they will carry the pain of other people forever.
Mutable signs (Gemini-Sagittarius, Virgo-Pisces) are most likely to change careers, change paths in life.
Fixed signs (Leo, Aquarius, Scorpio, Taurus) are least likely to make dramatic career shifts unless they are truly unhappy and dissatisfied with what they do.
Taurus and Libra can be financially motivated when choosing a career, but they MUST enjoy it.
Cardinal signs (Aries-LIbra, Cancer-Capricorn) are generally very competitive, nothing stops them when they want something.
Scorpio can be financially motivated when choosing a career and they are willing to suffer if they are satisfied with their income.
Leo and Libra are status driven when choosing a career.
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satoruhour · 4 months
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hi t!!! i hope you're well. saw that your requests are open and i'm actually nervous bec this is my first time ever sending a request (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)
may i request gojo being jealous or pouty over reader simping over a celebrity (nct maybe or mark lee especially) (i read that you used to write for nct hehehe) (i'm on nct rabbit hole for the past few days) or or or bassist!suguru teaching reader how to play the guitar maybe?
(am i doing this right? (⁠*⁠・⁠~⁠・⁠*⁠) )
anyway, have a good rest of your day/night!!!
a/n: omg my love im sorry this took so long! i hope you enjoy, i wrote both but ill post it separately :)
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five hours. that’s how long your boyfriend’s been sulking and ignoring you and throwing mini tantrums every now and then. all because you liked to tune into youtube a little too much to look at a bunch of boys (“26, mind you! why do they need so many members anyway?” gojo would say) dance and sing at the same time.
“NCT U this, NCT Dream that, what about NCT Tokyo?” gojo paces the room the very first time you explain the whole concept to him — a group of unlimited members while some are sorted into specific sub-groups that represent specific concepts. gojo gets part of it, but doesn’t understand why they needed to be so attractive.
“they do have an NCT Tokyo, actually! newly formed!” you grin, knowing this information would only set him off, and since then, every comeback, every variety show, every photoshoot behind-the-scenes video that you blast on the living room television is enough to get your boyfriend in the most terrible mood.
but one thing that really sets the sorcerer off is your obsession with the canadian singer slash rapper, mark lee. you admired the work he put in — training since he was young and miles away from his family. he debuted at only sixteen and made a name for himself ever since then, always putting in his 200% for everything that he does. mark’s face shows up way more often than the group videos, gojo notices; a lot of the specific fancams that focus on his performance, or those fan-made compilation videos.
it’s not like you’ve been playing videos non-stop, either. you offered gojo to wave his white flag whenever you went to do chores, made lunch, did some reports, but none came.
so you might as well enjoy a few more videos until you break the ice. you reach hour four when you feel a little bad about the glares he’s giving the tv, seated on the far other end of the sofa while you enjoy the fancam videos of fact check.
curiously, out of the corner of your eye, there’s just a bit of change in your boyfriend’s expression, a scowl still deep on his face but his eyebrows are not as furrowed, eyes not as narrowed and squinted as he liked it to be. having dated since high school, you already know what’s going in that head of his — you know he finds mark at least a little attractive, but his pride wouldn’t let him tell you that.
“see anything you like?” you hear the audible gasp of gojo when you call out to him, letting the video go on not because you watched it a couple times already (while not entirely wrong) but you think gojo still outshines any k-pop idol on the big screen.
“no . .” he mumbles, sinking into himself more and more to prevent you from looking at his expression; but the foot-tapping, the secretive eyes, the head bobs all give him away. you know you’ve got him figured out when you scoot over and he doesn’t move, letting you untangle his fortress of shame shown in his body language.
“you can tell me he’s pretty, you know that right?” you giggle, lifting his arm to slot yourself under it. you fit just right upon his bent knees, looking up at the familiar frown on his face. gently, you peel away the blindfold on his face, greeted with the stark blue eyes that you find yourself falling deeper into each day.
“no comment.”
you laugh at his stubbornness, a hand caressing his cheek as you try to contain your smile. even now, he’s not doing a very good job of catching glances at the television and sulking.
“okay, then, i guess i’ll just continue to watch my videos, then, since tomorrow is an off-day.”
“no! i-i mean . . uh,” gojo is torn between admiring your favourite idol and staying jealous, but he can’t formulate words when you stare at him like that; a crinkle in your eyes and just a sliver of your teeth while your eyes sparkle under the apartment lighting.
“ugghhhh . . i don’t know,” gojo buries his face in his hands, “why do you like him so much anyway? do you like him more than me?”
you hum, striking a faux pose of pondering and your boyfriend only whines again at that, accidentally putting down his knees and your support from behind you is made void immediately. if it wasn’t for your arms that hung around his shoulder, you would’ve landed on his lap pretty harshly.
gojo only huffs after also doing his part: an arm replacing his thighs to keep you from falling. there you hang awkwardly, still faced with gojo’s adorable pout, “mark lee definitely couldn’t have done that. i’ll tell you that much.”
you roll your eyes with a big grin, “oh, you big jealous oaf, c’mere.”
without warning you latch yourself onto him, slightly tackling him into a violent embrace with your lips on his and gojo sighs indefinitely like he’s been waiting all day for it. he just lets you have your way with him, letting you kiss him like you’ve never done before. he hums into your mouth, submitting to you as you climb into his lap.
“so i’m assuming you like me more than him?”
your boyfriend teases as you pull away, hands caressing your sides and sending chills right down to your centre.
“do you really have to ask?” you giggle, fully taking off his blindfold, now, brushing your fingers through his hair. through the corner of your eye, you see him play with the left and right buttons possibly to find a spicy playlist you two could get down to (his words, not yours), but before it can even start:
the playlist’s interrupted by an advert for nature republic with mark’s voice that plays through the speakers, panning out to eight other boys on a beach and smiling as if they’re aware of the torment they harboured.
your sorcerer boyfriend merely throws his hands up in frustration (“oh, come on!”), melting into the couch with a permanent scowl while the living room only fills up with your loud laughter.
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pinkywritings · 3 months
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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕪 (𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤/𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕡𝕖𝕖𝕜)
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♡ 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: non idol au, college au, mistery/horror
♡ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1k
♡ 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘/𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙: this fic contains mature themes that some people may find disturbing (such as physical abuse mentions and murder), read under your own discretion.
edit: chapter 1 out now!
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A few years ago, your childhood best friend Mingi and you got a scholarship to study in Winchester University, a prestigious institution in South Korea despite the very little information available about it. 
When you first arrived, everything seemed way too good to be true; a grand variety of students and teachers, big solo dorm rooms with stained glass windows, a huge cafeteria and library, fully equipped classrooms, a beautiful exterior with lots of greenery…
But soon, reality started to shine through as you were informed of the rules:
Once you arrive, it’s mandatory to live on campus until the end of your studies. No one gets out unless it’s for a school trip. Anything that the students may need is provided by the institution.
9pm curfew, after dinner is done, everyone must go back to their rooms until the next morning.
Different variations of the school’s uniform must be worn at all times (except when sleeping).
The only way to contact loved ones is through a monthly letter that’s supervised by the higher ups. If anything weird or incriminatory is written, the letter won’t be sent, and the student will be punished.
It was too late to back down, once you accept the scholarships, every chance you had to run away is over. That’s how they get you.
Over the years, most of the students are brain-washed into thinking that the mistreatment is normal, but Mingi and you promised each other to never lose yourselves that way. 
It was hard though, enduring the harsh punishments for standing up to the teachers whenever you witnessed them hitting another student. But you still were hopeful that you could change things after all. You only had one more year left to your studies, and you were planning on running to the police as soon as you were out the door. But something happened that made you surprisingly change your mind on that.
“Thank god I got a good grade on the test, I couldn't have taken another beating.” Murmurs Mingi, rubbing his sore and reddened cheek by the blow he took earlier that day for speaking up. You huff, trying to contain your anger, while looking down at the gravel path beneath your feet. You’re both strolling through the garden located behind one the smaller buildings of the institution. It's usually quiet since not many people choose to walk around here, especially at this hour, it’s almost dinner time, so it’s pitch black outside. You can hear the sound the wind makes, birds chipping, and leaves floating around. 
“I’m sorry M-” You begin speaking, but Mingi cuts you off suddenly, stopping dead in his tracks.
“Wait, did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” You ask worriedly, mimicking his confused look. He brings a finger to your lips, hushing you. Your expression turns into an angrier one, until a mere second later, you hear what seems to be a heated discussion in the distance. You both look around, and soon Mingi’s eyes fix on something, or someone in a window located on the fourth floor of the building in front of you. You’re too busy looking somewhere else to notice that as well, but not too long after, a deathly scream is heard, followed by the sound of something hitting the ground hard. You turn quickly, immediately noticing the body of what seems to be a student due to the uniform, laying lifeless on the ground. You silently widen your eyes and your mouth, ready to scream, when Mingi puts a hand over it, forcing you onto the ground as well, ducking behind a bush.
You begin breathing heavily through Mingi’s hand, trying to calm yourself down, while he hushes you.
“What the hell?!” You whisper in a panic, as your friend catches his breath too.
“I saw…I saw Mr.Smith on that window before the body fell.” He whispers, looking down, not really believing what he witnessed. Mr.Smith is the headmaster.
“Do you think he pushed the student out the window?” You ask with wide eyes, and he nods.
Before you can say anything else, you begin hearing steps in the distance. You both look at each other with a frightened expression, while ducking even more, hoping to not be seen. Mustering up some courage however, you turn a bit to take a peek in between the bush’s leaves and branches.
You observe Mr.Smith looking around frantically and pacing around the body, seeming not knowing what to do, until he pulls out his phone, murmuring something.
“What should we do?” Mingi whispers, trying to be as quiet as possible. 
“We should wait to see what happens, it’s too risky to try to run away, he would catch us.” He nods, so you both decide to wait around and hope for the best.
Minutes later, another man appears. Inspecting him closer, you notice he’s wearing a police uniform. You gasp silently, thinking that Mr.Smith is going to turn himself in. That’s until you see the cop pulling out a big piece of fabric, putting it over the body and taping it around. 
“Oh my god, the police are on this too.” Mingi murmurs in surprise.
The headmaster disappears out of your view, only to appear awhile later with two shovels. The two men begin digging a hole on the ground, where they later on throw the student’s body. When the hole is covered again, they talk about something for a while, and then they go their separate ways.
Once they’re gone, Mingi and you look at each other without saying anything, but somehow still knowing what you’re both thinking. You need to craft a plan to escape right now.
To be continued...
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𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @northerngalxy @danirael @bikiniholic @yeosangsbiceps @tinyelfperson
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bbyquokka · 1 year
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Tattoos and sex
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→ PAIRING: Bang Chan x fem!reader
→ GENRE: idol!au | mua!au | fluff | smut — MDNI!
→ SYNOPSIS: Being the only MUA that can cover up chan's intimate tattoo, one thing led to another, however, the fun didnt stop there.
→ WARNINGS: explicate sexual content | she/her pronouns | make-up artist reader | smut | established relationship | unprotected sex | public oral sex (M) | oral sex (F) | sloppy bj | pet names (pup, little one, etc) | throat fucking | cum swallowing | cum sharing | nipple and breast play | face sitting | face grinding | clit play | fingering | squirting | oversensitivity | breeding kink | creampie | sub-space | use of the words 'sir' and slut'
→ WORDS: 7k ~ (7097)
→ requested by: 💀👑 | requests are currently: closed!
Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!
→ m.list — → you can also read it on my ao3
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Clutching the red plastic tray, you walk up the array of food. It's lunch time which means you're on a break. The canteen is slowly but surely filling up with numerous people and idols - some you recognise and some you don't.
Salads, dressing, meats, tofu, the selection of food is overwhelming but also good considering the cooks cater to everyone and everything.
You settle on piling your plate up with something small and light, noticing that you're not terribly hungry but need something to eat to carry on functioning these last hours of your shift. You grab the utensils and a small, ice cold bottle of water before taking a seat.
You look around as you munch on your food, idols sitting with their group members, managers sitting with other managers. Words buzzing around the hall, idle chit-chat here and there.
You rub your shoulder, giving yourself a massage to relieve yourself of this harsh knot you didn't know you had until now - until you had time to relax.
“Need a hand, pup?” A soft voice behind you, tray plated high with food situating beside you.
“Mhm. If you're offering.” You hum.
“Anything for my darling.” You flush pink, feeling strong hands on your shoulders, fingers digging deep in the muscle to relieve you of your pain.
“You two are so sickeningly sweet.” You laugh, watching Changbin sit opposite you. His tray stacked with a variety of meats and salad, protein shake to accommodate.
“Are you exercising after?” You nod your head at the shake. Changbin nods.
“Planning to. That's if we have enough time.”
“Y'all busy?” 
“You could say that.” You hum as a response, feeling yourself relax.
“Better pup?” Chan asks softly, rubbing your shoulders.
“Mhm, much." You smile softly at him, watching him sit beside you.
“I can do a more in depth massage once we're home, if you get what I mean.” Chan smirks, wiggling his brows seductively. You slap his tattooed bicep gently, flushing pink.
“I take back what I said about you two being sweet.” Changbin pulls a face, causing you to laugh softly. 
“Sorry Binnie.” He laughs, waving his hand as if to say ‘It's whatever’ “How's the new tattoo healing up?”
Changbin looks at his fresh tattoo, a simple design of a tattooed dweakki on his arm, surrounded by various other tattoos scattered here and there.
“It's healing at least. Takes time, y'know.” You hum as a response, munching on your food. Chan's hand rests on your thigh, occasionally stroking it.
“How did Jisung manage with the compass tat?” Changbin and Chan both give each other knowing looks, before laughing softly.
“He urm, complained a lot.” Chan laughs softly.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. I think where it's placed, it hurt twice as much for him.”
“We did try and tell him it would hurt, but did he listen? Nope.” Chan sighs, shaking his head before letting out a small chuckle.
“When does Sungie ever listen?” You pip in, raising a brow.
“True.” Changbin says with a mouthful of food. “You do have to tell him several times to do the simplest of things.”
Chan nods his head and hums, agreeing with Changbin. His hand squeezes your thigh softly, making you feel butterflies in your stomach. His hand is warm, soft yet coarse. 
The hands of a working man.
“You can't deny though.” You begin, swallowing your food, “He does make some good music. Lyrically, he is a genius.”
“Ya think?” Chan puts down his utensils, attention all on you. You nod, looking at him.
“Yes. You could say I have a few favourite songs that happen to be Sungies.”  
“You mean, I'm not just your number one fave?! You have more?!” Chan pouts, hand over his heart as he sniffs. You roll your eyes, taking his hand in yours. You play with his tattooed fingers, slowly tracing the small patterns of hearts, diamonds and words.
A few of his nails coated in black polish, the remaining bare with a simple black design that he drew himself. His ring finger holding a promise ring you gave him months ago.
“You'll always be my favourite, Channie. You know that.” You pout, preoccupied with his hands.
“Mhm.” He hums, watching you trace the patterns. He gently intertwined his fingers with yours, your hands looking tiny beside his. You blush, looking up at him to see his eyes sparkling and laced with love and admiration for you.
“My beautiful pup.” He hums, cupping your chin gently. You flush pink watching the space between you both lessen as Chan leans in.
You close your eyes and pucker your awaiting lips. Just as Chan becomes close to pressing his plump lips against yours, you both get interrupted by Jisung.
“Ew! Can't you guys do that elsewhere?! I'd like to keep my lunch in my stomach, thank you very much.”
“Cockblock.” You mumble loud enough for Chan to hear. He chuckles and nudges your side with his elbow, winking at you.
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“Y/N! Do you have some concealer?”
“Y/N, I need a blush brush, I don't know where mine is! ”
“Y/N, what lipstick shade are we doing?”
You take a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose. You took the liberty of hiding in the bathroom, needing a few minutes. You didn't think you could get sick of hearing your name – yet here you are.
“I'm seriously considering changing my name.” You mumble to yourself, pulling your phone out of your pocket.
Your sleeves rolled up to your elbows, hair scrapped in an unkempt messy bun. A strap around your waist with a pocket full of your makeup tools.
“Three forty.” You sigh. “I still have several hours left until this hectic shift is over.”
It's the biggest con of the year – kcon. People travel from all over the world just to see their favourite group/idol perform. You love kcon, however, being a make-up artist and the head in charge, it's a stressful day.
Deciding that you have been hiding for long enough, you push yourself up to your feet and walk out, preparing yourself for another game of “Where's this?” and “Where's that?”
You walk up to the idol who's make-up you were currently doing before you had to excuse yourself. Maintaining your professionalism, you smile politely as you take out your tools.
“So sorry for leaving you like this! Now, where were we?” The idol politely smiles at you, claiming that they understand. They even teased you, saying they would keep your ‘absence’ a secret. You both laugh and joke, make small talk about this and that.
Your colleagues continue to ask you twenty questions, that distinct pinch slowly returning between your brows.
“Just a few more hours. You can do this, y/n!” you tell yourself, taking slow, deep breaths. You resume your task of covering up the idols tattoos that situate on his arm. You, plus one other MUA, are the only two who are qualified enough to do tattoo cover ups as well as the typical makeup.
As you apply the final touches, a colleague knocks on the door before walking in.
“Ah! There you are, y/n!” You stand up straight, gently putting your brushes down as you look at your colleague.
“Oh, hi! What's up?”
“Uh, well–” They start. You tilt your head to the side, watching their cheeks flush pink. They shift on their feet, hands clasped together.
It felt… Awkward.
“You know that you and Chan are together.” You hum.
“Yes, have been for a couple of years now.” 
“Uh, yeah! So uh, you know how I do skz make up and you do others even though you want to do skz.”
“Mhm.”
“And you know how Chan has that crazy tattoo that travels to his – uh… area.” You giggle softly to yourself, humming.
“I do indeed, darling.”
“Well, uh. His stage outfits is crop tops and well, his tattoos need covering and–”
“And you don't feel comfortable covering it so need me to?” You interrupted, voice soft and understanding.
“Yeah. I don't feel comfortable covering up someone else's boyfriend's intimate tattoo.”
“I totally understand! Just give me a second to grab some extra things and I'll be over in about ten minutes.” Your colleague grins, thanking you before dashing out.
You collect fresh, new tools before quickly explaining to a colleague that you will next door is they need anything - which you hope they don't 
You walk out of the room, knocking on the next door before walking inside. Compared to the room your currently working in, skz's dressing room is much more calmer.
“Oh, hey y/n!” Felix walks out topless. His arms decorated in various small tattoos, the same compass laying dormant on his neck. His hair dyed black, the hair stylist giving Felix bangs that are long enough to cover his eyes. He munches on some bread, his lips turning upwards in a big grin.
“Hey Lixie!! Looking good as always.” You wink, noticing how defined his body looks.
“Oh please! This is nothing.” Felix blushes softly, brushing off your compliment. “You, however, look stunning!”
You raise a brow as you look in the mirror then back at Felix.
“I appreciate you being polite Felix, but uh, I've looked better.” You scoff. Felix rolls his eyes, chewing the last of his bread. You lick your lips, stomach growling. 
You've been so busy, you haven't realised how hungry you are until now.
“Are you hungry?” Felix asks, frowning. You nod slowly. “Come, I'll bring you to our little snack tray. Take something.”
“Oh, you really don't have t–”
“Shut up, y/n and take something.” Felix laughs heartily, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the snack tray.
Bags of fruits and nuts, bread, crisps, sweets and chocolate. You look around, struggling to pick. As you reach out to pick the last bread, a tattooed hand comes into view, snatching it away. 
A hand you all know too well.
“Chan!!” You whine, pouting. He laughs softly, opening up the packet and taking a bite out of the bread. You glare at him, failing to notice that he's in nothing but his stage pants and shoes. His hair straight, make-up to perfection. A wolf sleeve on one arm, various shapes and pictures on the other – his ‘memorial arm’ he likes to call it purely because it's decorated in things that remind him of the things and people he loves the most.
The side of Chan's body is decorated in various flowers, leaves and your favourite bird, trailing down his V lines to his intimate area. This tattoo is his most precious and valued tattoo because it reminds him of you. It's your favourite flowers and your favourite bird. With Chan being an idol, he is away most of the time, meaning you two get to spend little to no time together.
He got the tattoo on a whim. Promotions finished, it's holiday season and you both finally got to spend time together. The day he got the tattoo, he lied to you in the sense of him claiming he had ‘errands’ to run, and by ‘errands’, he meant getting the tattoo.
You were shocked when you saw it, but overwhelmed that Chan would do something like this for someone like you. He said he had been planning the tattoo for a long time, designing it and putting it together piece by piece. When you asked him why he got it so big, he replied in his typical, cheeky way;
“Because you own me.”
“There's plenty more food in the tray, pup!” You scowl at him, eyes turning into thin slits. Your gaze could burn holes into him right now. He smirks, teasingly taking a bite out of the bread, the very bread you wanted.
“But I wanted that!!” You point to it. Chan looks at it, then at you and gasps. 
“Really? Oh no!” 
“Chan!!!” You whine, becoming close to tears. You go to snatch the bread out of his hand, failing when he puts it out of reach in the form of him raising his hand up high.
“Now you're being an asshole.” You mumble.
“Yeah, c'mon hyung. Don't be a dick.” Seungmin laughs, clearly enjoying the show.
“Not being a dick, but she can have it if she begs.” Chan smirks. You flush pink, swallowing thickly.
“H-Have what?” 
“You know–” Chan leans in, his hot breath fanning against the shell of your ear. Your heart thumps against your chest, threatening to burst free. “The bread.”
You whine, slapping his bare pec as he laughs.
“You're an asshole, Bang Chan!” 
“Ohh! She used your full name, Hyung. You're in trouble.” Minho pipes in.
“Oh please, lino. My lil pup couldn't punish me if she tries. I know all the places that make her squirm and wiggle beneath me. She'll succumb to me in less than 5 minutes.” 
Your mouth hangs open, rapid blinking at your words gets lodged in your throat. A cocky smirk plastered on Chan's face as he takes a bite out of the long forgotten bread.
“Pft. Cat got your tongue, y/n?” Minho laughs.
“I–” You stutter.
“I rest my case.” Chan says in a sing-song voice, winking at you. With your words still lodged in your throat, brain failing to come to terms, you settle on slapping Chan's bare pec once again.
“Ouch!” Chan pouts, rubbing the spot where you slapped. 
“Fuck you.” You mumble, glaring at him.
“You wish.” 
“Chan!!” You whine, groaning and kicking your head back. “Stop!! I came here to cover up your tattoo, not to be teased.”
“Right right. But you love it, pup.” 
“You're such a menace.” You whine. Chan winks, humming in acknowledgement. He finishes the bread, licking his lips in a teasing way.
“That was delicious!” Chan rubs his stomach, acting like he's just had the best meal in the world.
“Just you wait, Chan. Just you wait.” You frown, making Chan laugh softly.
“I'm sorry pup. Am I teasing you too much?” Chan coos, stroking your cheek gently. You hum as a response. “Want me to make it up to you? Show you how sorry I am?”
“Later. I'm still on the clock and you, Mr, need that tattoo covering.” You gesture towards his tattoo, to which Chan sighs and rolls his eyes at.
“I don't understand why I have to cover it.” He mumbles, walking to a separate room to allow you both more privacy. You follow him, laughing softly.
“You knew this when you got it, babe.”
“Mhm. If the stylists just didn't put me in crop tops 24/7, then I wouldn't have to have it covered.” Chan walks into the room, you following behind. You close the door, locking it purely for the purpose of saving yourself and the unfortunate soul who decides to walk in, some embarrassment. 
“I don't mind.” You mumble. “Just means I get to see your well defined body.” You wink, trailing your hand slowly down his chest and abs.
Now it's his turn to blush. His soft, milky skin turning a rose colour, breath hitching in his throat as he watches your hand.
“Pup…” He mumbles.
“Mhm?” You cock an eyebrow, finger hooking on the belt loop of his stage pants. You tug at them indicating you want off.
“You need to either lower or remove these Chan so I can cover up your tat.” Chan groans, rolling his eyes as he unbuttons and unzips his pants.
He drops them half way down to his thighs, pulling his boxer shorts low enough for his full tattoo to show. You hum in contentment, kneeling down as you grab your concealing kit.
Kneeling to the ground, you become eye level with his penis. You swallow, ignoring how you can imagine his length and size just from the bulge. “Act professional y/n. you're still on the job!” 
His boxer shorts are low enough that his v lines are visible, some of his perfectly trimmed pubic hair peeking out from the waistband. You load up a brush with some concealer, carefully dabbing it on his tattoo. You soon become fixated on getting your job done, lips parting due to concentrating.
Chan watches you, watches you do your magic. He's impressed and proud of you for being able to do something like this. His heart swells with love and admiration for you, a warm smile pulling up on the corner of his lips. 
The bristles of the brush tickle him slightly, goose bumps rising to the surface of his skin as you dab and swipe the brush. You place a hand on his muscular thigh, your lips staying parted.
Chan's bottom lip gets caught in between his teeth. He can feel your hot breath fanning against the material of his boxer shorts, hitting his cock. He squirms a little to which you frown at.
“Channie, stay still.” You pout.
“Sorry…” He whispers. Minutes went by painfully slowly. Chan has to think of things that turn him off in order to stop his blood from flowing down south - but to no avail.
The longer time went on, the more he thought. He checks out the position you're in, swallowing as his mind taking him back to all those times he's fucked your cute little face raw, hands planted firmly on his thighs, tears spilling down your cheeks slowly becoming mixed with the cascade of drool. 
Your eyes telling him, begging him to continue, to have his way with you.
“Chan…” You whisper. Your voice brings him out of his train of thought. Then, did he realise that you had stopped what you were doing, hand hovering in the air.
“What's up pup? Why did you stop?”
“Uh, C-Chan, you're –” You place your brush down, swallowing thickly, eyes fixated.
Instead of acting all embarrassed and shy about it, he smirks, cupping his own erection and squeezing. You let out a small whimper, pressing your lips together in a thin line. You feel your core throb, lust and excitement pooling in the pit of your stomach. 
“Like what you see, pup?” Chan groans, his tendons visible as he rubs and squeezes his own cock.
“Y-Yes.” You whisper, watching the way his hands move, listening to every soft groan and grunt fall past his lips. 
“Want a taste?” He purrs. You swallow thickly feeling like you're under some sort of spell just from those three words.
“Yes.” You shakily whisper. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer shorts, pulling them down and letting them rest halfway down his thighs.
Your heart beats against your ribcage hard, your wetness coating the material of your panties. His hard cock springs free before standing proud in front of your face. 
You gently blow on it, causing it to twitch. You giggle, watching his pre-cum slowly trail down his length.
You wrap your hand around the base, fingers barely making it all the way around due to his thickness. Chan grunts, loving how small your hands look around him. You look up at him with lust filled eyes, tongue darting out to moisten your lips.
“Can't have you going out on stage like this, can we?” You purr as you slowly pump his length. Chan hums softly, tilting his head to the side as he watches.
“What are you going to do about it, pup?” 
“Whatever you want.” You press your tongue flat against his tip, swiping some of his pre-cum onto your tongue. Chan grunts, hips bucking at the contact. You giggle at his reaction, settling on giving kitten licks on his cockhead.
You pump him at a reasonable pace, soft hums and grunts from the man standing before you cause goose bumps to rise on the surface of your skin. His skin is hot to the touch, his veins protruding along the sides of his length.
“C'mon pup. I know you can do better than that.” Chan hums, his thumb stroking your cheek. You look up at him through your lashes as you wrap your lips around his cockhead. Chan let's out a throaty grunt, your tongue swirling along his cockhead before giving him soft sucks.
With each grunt and moan, it encourages you more and more. You push your head further down, trapping more of his length inside your warm and wet mouth. You hum, closing your eyes as you manage to stuff half his length in your mouth.
Due to his thickness, the corners of your mouth burn and sting from the stretch. You focus on sucking Chan the way he likes it, the way that makes him moan like a whore. You pump what your mouth fails to reach, your saliva coating his length well.
You pull away for a split second, gathering some saliva in your mouth before spitting on his cock. You pump him fast, using your saliva as lube before reinserting his cock back into your mouth.
“F-Fuck pup. You suck cock so well.” Chan grunts, his toes curling inside his shoes. He reaches down, holding the side of your head still.
You know what this means.
You still your movements, hands placing on his thighs as he pushes his cock further into your mouth. You close your eyes tightly, feeling the ability to breath becoming a struggle, your gag reflex activating due to his cock reaching down your throat.
“Just take it like the good girl you are.” Chan purrs, watching his cock slowly disappearing down your throat. Tears stream down your cheeks, gag reflex activating several times making saliva accumulate and pool in your mouth.
The tip of your nose hits his pubic area, a hum of contentment coming from Chan as he grips the side of your head
“Let me use you pup. Let me use you for my own satisfaction and I promise, I will treat you like a queen later on.”
You whimper the best you could, thighs rubbing together for some sort of friction. Your panties are soaked with your juices by now, your body hot and sweaty as lust and hormones fill the air around you.
Chan slowly and cautiously thrusts his hips, careful not to hurt you at first and to test the waters. You dig your nails into his thighs, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. Chan shivers, growling as he becomes fixated on your face.
“Such a pretty sight.” His hips pick up in speed and power, his cock rubbing your mouth and throat in a delicious way. Drool bubbles from the corners of your mouth, spilling down your chin as your tears fall down your cheek, mixing together with your drool.
“Shit.” Chan grunts, his movements becoming faster and powerful. You swallow in an attempt to swallow the sea of saliva. You fail, deciding on letting it just spill. As you swallow, your throat clenches around Chan, squeezing his length in a delicious way.
Your throat starts to feel sore from the continuous abuse from his length, jaw feeling slack and knees sore, however, you don't mind. You love this, love being used by Chan. It excites you to no end knowing that you're the reason Chan is losing all sense of self.
His cock twitches, pleasure rushing through his body and veins. He kicks his head back, panting and moaning as he fucks your face raw. You slowly start to feel dizzy with lust, desperation kicking in.
Chan's cock twitches, a peripheral of curses and moans leave his lips as he struggles to maintain his composure. The knot in the pit of his stomach tightening with each thrust.
“I'm going to cum down your throat and you are going to swallow every last drop.” Chan growls, looking down at your tear and drool stained face. Your lashes flutter, a soft whine emitting from your stuffed mouth.
“That's my girl.” His body tingles, balls becoming tighter with each thrust, cock twitching endlessly. You help him reach his orgasm by swallowing him, as well as wrapping your tongue around his cock before flattening it to allow him to reach further - if that's even possible at this point 
“Fuck fuck fuck!” Chan pants erratically. Your eyes squeeze shut as he halts his movements. You feel his cock twitch, hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat. You swallow some of it as Chan pulls his cock out of your mouth.
You look up at him, giggling and opening your mouth wide to reveal the leftover cum you purposefully failed to swallow. Chan grunt as he kneels down. He shoves his tongue into your mouth making you whimper against his lips.
Your tongues collide as Chan collects your saliva and his cum on his own tongue, tasting the salty taste of himself. He pulls away, a smug look on his face as he looks down at your dazed and stained face.
“For being such a good girl, I'm going to treat you real good later.”
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“C-Chan, wait.” You whimper. 
“No.” He simply replies. He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, walking to the bedroom where he throws you on the mattress.
You softly grunt, leaning up on your elbows as Chan kneels between your legs. His eyes dark with lust, hands shaking as adrenaline and hormones pump through his veins.
Animalist growls erupt from his throat as he grabs your work shirt. He rips it open, the button popping and flying across the room.
“C-Chan.” You whisper, swallowing thickly as he grabs your breast firmly in his hand from over your bra.
“Since the blowjob, I haven't stopped thinking about you. That perfect mouth of yours, your cute adorable moans. Do you know how much willpower it took for me to not get hard, to calm myself down?!”
You cheekily grin, fluttering your lashes innocently. “But Chan, you wanted me to suck your cock. Did I look pretty for you? With your cock between my lips?”
He shivers, squeezing your breast roughly. “Don't test me, pup. I'm already hungry for you.” He leans in close, breath fanning against the shell of your ear. “And the night is still young.”
You shiver, allowing him to take off your shirt. His lips attack the skin of your neck, teeth sinking and nipping at the skin as he expertly unclasps your bra with one hand. He hastily unbuttons your jeans, pulling them down your legs before they soon join the rest of your clothing.
You whimper, watching Chan eye your body.
“Fuck.” He shakily whispers. He dips his head low, kissing the valley between your breasts as he squeezes both your breasts. His lips trail to the left, tongue finding your hard nipple. 
With the tip of his tongue, he flicks it over the sensitive nub, causing you to shiver and whimper his name. He hums in satisfaction, removing the remainder of his clothes until he is just in his boxer shorts.
He captures your nipple in between his teeth, nibbling and biting it before harshly sucking. His tongue swirls around your nipple, his fingers taking the right one to tug and roll it between his fingers.
You bury your fingers into his hair, hips bucking upwards to meet him in a desperate attempt to grind on him or just to simply feel friction. 
“Such a desperate pup.” Chan tsk before kissing and sucking the skin of your breast making sure to leave purple marks.
“C-Chan…” You whine pathetically, tugging at his hair by the roots.
“Listen to yourself, you want me that bad huh?” 
“Y-Yes! I need you so bad Chan. I need to feel you deep inside me.” You whimper, pathetically begging. Chan shivers at your words.
“Good things come to those who wait, pup.” He trails his lips down from your breasts to your stomach, kissing along the waistband of your panties. He pulls down your panties slowly, throwing them on the floor before situationing himself comfortable between them.
He groans deeply, feeling his cock twitch in his boxer shorts as he comes face to face with your glistening core. It throbs, silently begging for something to enter, to feel full and euphoric. He becomes dizzy at your scent and sight, licking his lips animalistically.
“My gosh, pup.” He whispers. You flush red, feeling embarrassed about how wet and needy you are. Your juices coat your folds, much to Chan's pleasure.
He leans in, tongue instantly pressing against your aching clit. Your back arches as you feel him swipe his from your entrance to your clit, repeating the process several times. Your taste coats his tongue causing him to shiver and bask in the flavour.
“You taste delicious, y/n. fuck, in addicted to you.” His voice is shaky, adrenaline and hormones on high alert causing him to feel dizzy and shaky. He laps at your entrance, humming at the taste of you. His tongue poking your entrance, daring to enter. “I have a better idea.” 
He moves away causing you to watch him, brows pinching together. He lays flat on his back looking at you and smirking.
“Sit on my face.”
Those four magical words charmed you, your body automatically moving on its own. You shuffle to your face, legs either side as he holds onto your thighs. Your dripping cunt inches from his mouth as he licks his lips, your scent causing him to go dizzy.
You cautiously sit on his face, whimper when you feel his tongue flat on your clit. You hover, not wanting to put all your pressure on Chan because you don't want to hurt him in any way possible - however, Chan isn't satisfied.
“I said, sit on my face!” He growls. You whimper loudly, feeling his hands cup your ass and squeezing harshly. 
“Yes sir.” You whisper, obeying him as you sit properly on him. 
“Good girl.” He hums before sucking on your clit straight away. You moan his name loudly, pleasure rushing down your spine. As he sucks and licks your sensitive bundle of nerves, you take liberty in gliding your hands up your stomach to cup your own breasts.
You tilt your head back, moaning Chan's name repeatedly as you knead your own breasts, occasionally rolling and tugging at your own nipple. 
You feel Chan's tongue lap at your entrance greedily, desperately trying to catch every drop of your essence as his tattooed hands squeeze and part your ass cheeks in the process.
“Fuck, Chan.” You shakily breath out, running your fingers through his curls. His tongue effortlessly enters inside, his tongue caressing your walls. 
“C-Channie…” A simple hum can be heard from the man below you. You look down at him, his piercing, lust blown eyes meeting yours causing you to shiver. 
Before your brain could register what you were doing, your hips started to move on their own, the tip of Chan's nose nudging and rubbing your clit as you grind effortlessly on his face.
Normally, Chan would punish you for this because he didn't give you permission to do so, however, seeing you look so ethereal to him. Your head kicked back, fingers tugging and pinching your nipples, lips parted as your hips move erratically, desperate for release - it's enough to make him blow in his own underwear.
“Chan, fuck! Good, so good!” You cry out. One hand releases from your ass cheeks in order for him to pull his cock out of his underwear. He pumps himself slowly, wanting to savour the moment. He uses his own thumb to rub the tip of his cock, smearing his pre-cum around which makes his own hips buck.
Pressure builds up in the lower half of your stomach, your mind becoming foggy with lust. All you want is Chan, all you need is Chan. He's plaguing your thoughts and he doesn't even know about it. 
With every lick, suck and nibble brings you closer to the edge. Your thighs burn and shake from grinding down on him, desperately wanting to close but unable to do so. Chan knows your close, your exhibiting the tell-tale signs, the signs he knows too well.
Body shaking, lips parted but no words coming out. Your stomach clenching and being sucked in as you struggle to hold on.
“C-Cha– I can't!” You sob, the pressure being too much to bear. Chan hums, giving you the go ahead. You tug at his curls harshly, feeling your orgasm hit and wash over you in waves, causing the hair on your arms to stand straight.
Your juices squirt out on Chan's face, his already open mouth, catching each drop. With each droplet, he hums making sure to swallow. Once calm, you pant heavily, stroking his hair.
In one swift movement, your back on your back, Chan between your legs. He licks his lips clean of any remaining juice, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.
“More.” He whispers, taking off his boxer shorts. You swallow thickly, expecting him to slide between your legs and fuck you hard and rough, but Chan has other ideas.
Instead of his cock, he inserts two of his fingers deep inside you. You groan deeply, back arching as he pumps them, fingers curling along your sopping and tight walls.
“C-Chan!!” You cry out, gripping onto his wrists. “W-Wait!” 
Ruthless. His movements ruthless, fingers curling and abusing your g-spot making you uncontrollably shake and wither. Your hair sticks to your forehead, sweat coating the ends as your body burns.
He rubs your clit from side to side, rubs matching the tempo of the thrusts. You let out strangled moans, the oversensitivity burning, causing your nerve endings to be on high alert.
“Ch-Chan!”
“That's my girl. I know you can take it.” He kisses your thighs, biting at the skin as his hair tickles it. ”Can you take it, princess? Bear with it and cum for me again like the good lil pup you are?”
“Take it.. I can take it! 'm good girl.. I'd do anything for you.” You whimper, nails digging into the skin of his wrists.
“That's my girl. You're such a good girl for me, y/n.”
“G-Good girl. I'm good girl. Channie's good girl.”
“That's right. Who do you belong to?”
“Y-You!” Your head flops from side to side, the oversensitivity burning and becoming painful. Your juices spill out of your cunt, slipping down the curve of your ass and onto the sheets. Before you could warn him, your juices suddenly squirt out, landing on Chan's forearm.
Chan watches with a smirk on his lips, his fingers showing no signs of slowing down. He watches the way your body twists and turns, legs shake and your hands gripping onto the bed sheets. He pulls his fingers out before taking off his boxer shorts, situating himself between your legs straight after.
He tugs at his cock, lining it up to your entrance as he holds onto your waist.
“You've been such a good girl for me, pup. Now I'm going to give you what you've been waiting for.” He purrs. You give him a dumb smile, hissing as he pushes his cock inside your tight and sopping cunt.
He pushes all the way to the hilt, your walls contracting around him. He grunts deeply as he hangs his head low, the feeling of your tightness suffocating him.
“Shit.” He mumbles, before thrusting at a slow and steady pace. “Shit, you're so tight pup.” 
“C-Chan. More… need more!” 
“Does my pup want more of my cock? Are you greedy for it?”
“Y-yes. faster, harder. Chan, please I beg you. I need to feel so much more of you!” You eyes silently beg him, tears pricking your lower lash line 
“Awe.” He coos, stroking your cheek. “Look at you begging for it. You know what I like, such a slut.” 
Your body jolts suddenly, Chan's hips snapping harshly against yours as he fucks you raw. Your back arches, his cock instantly hitting your g-spot making you see stars. Your toes curl, the wet sounds of your soppy cunt filling up the bedroom.
“C-Cha–'' You struggle to say, feeling your mind slowly become clouded. You feel yourself slowly losing all sense, Chan being the only thing you're able to focus on. The way his cock drives deep inside you, his length rubbing your walls in the most delicious way that drives out every pant and moans. 
“I can't! Chan, i– deep, you're so deep!” A dumb smile plasters on your face, lips parted as tears spill from the corners of your eyes. Your body becomes consumed with too much pleasure, the tips of your fingers and toes tingling, your skin feeling like it's on fire.
Your juices coat Chan's cock with each pull back, spilling from your soppy cunt. Chan growls and groans, his fingers digging into your waist harshly, purple bruises slowly forming in their wake.
“Such a tight cunt. Your walls are squeezing my cock.” Chan groans deeply, tingles of pleasure run down his spine to his cock and balls, making it twitch inside you. “Shit pup!”
“C-Channie–” Your body tosses and turns, sweat coating your body. Chan pushes back his sweaty curls with one hand before leaning over you, resting on his forearms. His tempo slows down, but he stays deep inside.
“Look at me, pup.” He whispers, hot breath fanning against your face. You slowly turn your head, giving him a dumb smile. Eyes hazily and lidded, nothing but thoughts of Chan swimming around in your head.
“My dumb pup. Did you get fucked dumb from my cock?” He coos. You simply nod, unable to form sentences. “Cant even speak, huh? You really are a dumb slut.”
“Yes.” You whisper, unaware of what you're saying. “Chans dumb slut. I'm channie's dumb slut.” 
“Good girl.” He growls, his lips pressing against yours. The kiss is sloppy, teeth and tongues bashing and colliding. Spit mixes together, spilling from the corner of your lips.
He leans up once again, towering over you. Holding onto your waist tightly, he resumes his powerful and ruthless thrusting. Skin slapping on skin, the back of your thighs turning red raw from the constant abuse. 
“I'm going to breed my pup. Give you my seed.”
“Yes! Give it to me Chan. Breed me, please."
“You want my seed, little one? Going to milk my cock dry just to get what you want?” Your walls clench around Chan from his words, a deep grunt falling past his lips.
“Y-Yes!” You choke out, throat and mouth feeling sore and dry from the continuous pants.
“Fuck, such a greedy little girl.” His own voice raspy from overuse, his hips faltering at the thought of filling you to the brim.
“I might not last long.” He whispers, his eyes trailing to the space that connects you both together. His body shivers as he watches his cock penetrate you over and over again.
Your walls clamp around Chan, that familiar pressure building up once again. You claw at Chan's arms, red welts appearing on his skin and you wither.
“C-Chan. I-I'm…” Chan simply hums in acknowledgement, watching the way your juices continually spill from your swollen and overused cunt.
A couple more thrusts and hits on your g-spot and your orgasm hits you, hard. You gasp for breath, back arching violently from the bed as you squirt your juices all over Chan's cock, his lower half of his body and the sheets. 
Chan's eyes widen, his movements coming to a stop as he watches. “Holy–” He simply whispers.
Your body violently shakes, the ability to breath is apparent. You whisper and moan Chan's name over and over again, like a ritual.
“Still, to this day, you never fail to amaze me.” Chan growls, showing no mercy on his thrusting. He's being selfish, wants to chase his own high, fill you up nice and deep with his seed.
The oversensitivity causes you to pant heavily, choke on air. Body withers side to side, hands gripping onto the sheets tightly as you struggle to comprehend.
“C-Ch–” You sob, toes curling as tears spill down your cheeks.
“I know, I know pup.” His head dips low, eyes squeezing shut as his balls get tighter, the pressure becoming too much. “Just, a little longer.”
Your muscles scream at you, body slick with sweat. Your cunt burns and stings from overuse. Soft praises emit from Chan's lips, his orgasm approaching fast.
“Shit!” One final thrust was all it took. You feel his hot cum shoot out, coating your walls. His cock twitches with each release. You hum softly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel him filling you up.
“It's so much.” He whispers, embarrassed as he hangs his head low. “I'm sorry pup, it's so much.” 
“More.” You simply whisper. Chan slowly pulls out of you, his cum seeping out from your swollen pussy. Your face scrunches up as your hips buck from the sting. “I want more.”
“No more, pup.” Chan softly speaks. Your bottom lip quivers.
“Why?!”
“Because–” Chan grabs some baby wipes, gently cleaning the cum from your cunt. You whimper, your cunt still too sensitive. “You're sore.”
“I can take it! Please chan!” You weakly lean up on your elbows.
“As much as I would love to fuck you into the night pup, I can't. You're too sore for any more.”
“But–” 
“No buts pup. We go take a bath, get some food and calm down. You're sore and tender and I don't want to hurt you anymore, even if it is intentionally. I get off knowing that you feel good, that's the main reason why I feel good. If I go back to fucking you at this moment in time and I see that you're in pain, it's not fun no more, pup.”
You pout, looking down. Disappointed? Yes, but you understand. Now that your hormones are slowly calming down, your head slowly becoming clearer, you understand his reasoning.
“Fine.” You mumble, pouting. Chan chuckles softly, pressing a sweet and gentle kiss on your sweaty forehead.
“I'll run us a bath, where we can relax, clean up and talk about our day.” Chan shuffles off the bed. ”After that, I'm going to smother you in so much love and kisses!”
You squeal as you get picked up in his strong, tattooed arms. You wrap your legs around his waist, arms around his neck as he cups under your ass to keep you stable. 
“How does that sound pup?” He whispers softly, lips brushing against yours.
“It sounds perfect Chan, just like you.”
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fillinforlater · 1 year
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On her bottom (Part 2/2)
Male Reader x Nakamura Kazuha (ft. Miyeon)
Length: 3972 words
Tags: Daddy kink (well, ofc), replacement, sex as service, passionate kissing, loving make out, pussy eating, sweat, praising, subby!idol, self-degradation, burst of rage, hickeys, fondling, ass worship, talk about breeding, slow sex, missionary, anal, anal pronebone, begging for cum, cum on skin, angel!Kazuha
TW: Miyeon is not getting off lightly lol (or is she?), self-degradation
Inspiration: @sooyadelicacies, enough said.
Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing
(A/N: HERE IS PART ONE, hope you enjoy this one as well!)
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"Y-yes, Daddy."
You nod unceremoniously and swipe on your phone. A tiny smile pops up on your face for just a moment reading one of the many names. You quickly type out a message and send a pic of Miyeon along with it. It might take a bit until this new person arrives, but you know she will be worth the wait.
"Do you have any food in this place?” you sigh disappointed at Miyeon, “Make yourself useful at least and bring me something. Maybe that can pleasure me unlike you."
A swat at Miyeon's thigh signals to her that she is allowed to move. She is eager to get up, but her still sensitive, twitching pussy reminds her of what you did to her moments ago. Like a wounded soldier, you see her limp away, shame all over her face. She doesn't dare to look at you and only starts wailing when she is out of the room.
In the meantime, you switch from one app to the next and respond to work emails and other messages. Mostly boring proposals, requests, questions, stuff you will have to deal with later. Only a couple catch your eyes. Maybe they are spam, but if they are for real, you might have new idols that will suddenly be a lot more popular in this nation, probably even worldwide. While they smile in commercials at every highway, they are on their knees in your flat sucking your cock like a good girl.
Miyeon stretches out a silver tray with a variety of grapes and delicate pieces of chocolate. Her arms might not shake, but her orbs sure do. She quickly stares down to avoid you, to not show her weakness to take this loss. You're sure she would bawl her eyes right now if she knew who would surely knock on the door soon.
You calmly, without even looking up from your phone, ask Miyeon a question:
"Miyeon, should Daddy feel guilty if you're crying? Are you upset with me?"
"N-no, please, Daddy. I will be better, I promise."
Shallow knocks knock you out of your thoughts and the slander you wanted to throw at Miyeon becomes distant. Instead of spite, excitement fuels your veins.
"Come on in!"
It only took a few moments for an angel to step in front of your very eyes. Dressed in what you assume is her latest stage outfit, jeans and a white top that showed her perfectly sculpted body.
"Zuha, you arrived quickly. Come my angel!" you say as if casting a spell
"Daddy," she cutely says and basically leaps towards you. Miyeon can only dodge in shock and the dread that looms above her head like thunderous clouds becomes almost visible. She might feel a heavy downpour soon, as she eyes the japanese girl sinking into your embrace.
"You are such an Angel, coming straight from your music show to this place," you praise the young woman and pat her head. A rare smile forms on your face; not that you don’t smile, but this one is different. Miyeon surely has never seen it. A smile of… love?
"My angel, I'm sorry I missed your music show" you tell the giggling girl and sink with her onto the mattress. There is no slamming, no quickly getting to a fucking, just gentle loving. The ultimate shock for Miyeon however is the fact that you, Daddy, just apologized. It makes her jaw drop.
"I'm just so happy you called me, Daddy!"
Kazuha's cheeks turn rosy, her smile is wide and bright. It makes you melt into another passionate exchange of saliva with her. Her exposed abs press into you tightly, then shifting slowly over your cock. She smells of sweat, hard-work and pure love. Your fingers entangle themselves with her brown locks and your eyes open just to look at Miyeon's shocked expression.
"You're still sweaty, baby girl,” you whisper to Kazuha, “you really did just arrive after your stage didn't you? You're usually so clean and pure like a seraphim fitting of your group, but you're dirty today for Daddy, aren't you?"
"I couldn't let you wait, Daddy," she says with an adorable smirk. Her expression however shifts when she wraps her arms around your nape, comes very close to your face and also whispers:
"I can be the purest angel you have ever seen. I can also be—"
Instead of finishing her sentence, she steps back and tears down her pale blue jeans sticking to her sweaty legs. The front of her panties are soaked in her juice; its strong, mind-altering odor, one of the greatest smells to ever hit your nose, starts to fill the room and you can't hold yourself back anymore.
You leap and pull away at her panties, diving straight into her pussy with a powerful, needy lick. You inhale. There was no chance you would leave her folds anytime soon. You needed her aroma, her essence, to taste the very heavens.
An outsider might have assumed that your craving to be pleased was suddenly gone, but they would be mistaken. Basking in the gorgeous labia of one of your greatest creations—Kazuha, the perfect angel—is a greater pleasure than anything Miyeon could have offered today. Hearing Kazuha squeak and whine in her adorable voice it's like frosting on a glorious cake. Your angel adds cherries on top when she slowly removes her top with shaky hands to reveal her cute chest jiggling.
"Daddy should spend more time with you, Zuha, I want you to be by my side for a while. Stay with Daddy and serve me in the Master room.”
You owned numerous houses and had an abundance of bedrooms in each home, but the designated Master room was exclusive, special. Only those of your absolute favorites ever saw the inside of that room. There were rumors that the Master room was where more intimate words were exchanged rather than just beastly lust. Whispers even that the Master room was a sign of being a chosen life partner and even mother to Daddy's future children.
"Oh, Daddy, I'd love to spend all the time in the world in your Master room," Kazuha says with her cute giggle and rosy blush on angelic cheeks, "but I'm sure there is a different reason why I'm here. Would you please tell me why or… what you want me to do~?
"H-how?" Miyeon stutters in disbelief as she watches the scene unfold before her.. Although she should fear your reaction to her disobedience, she can't help but be drawn to this fascinating play. It pulls her in like a magnet, like you and Kazuha create the strongest form of gravity with your love making.
You then turn to Miyeon and Kazuha notices her for the first time. It was well understood that your girls don't interact until you give them the okay. You shake your head at the sight of the blonde in disbelief, whose mouth is agape like her brain has stopped functioning.
"You're here because someone has left Daddy disappointed."
"Oh. Daddy, it's okay,” Kazuha soothes you, as if she’d just heard of the most heartbreaking tragedy in the world, “I'll make you feel all better. Anything you wish, any dream of yours, I'm at your service. You can even bree—"
"What?” Miyeon loses it, “How dare you ask Daddy to breed you!"
A cold dark silence then falls into the room that even endangers the light of Kazuha. You give Miyeon a deadly stare. Daggers of ice pierce her weary, distraught eyes. She had interrupted your angel. She had interrupted what she could rightfully ask for. You had told Kazuha awhile back that she was worthy of breeding. She was trying to comfort you in that moment and Miyeon just ruined it too. She had proven herself worthless and dared to speak out of turn. An unforgivable insult.
"That's enough."
Miyeon freezes on the spot. She probably thought she heard you in every imaginable tone before. You had sounded compassionless, angry, hateful, but it had never sounded as menacingly, downright evil as this. Your hands turn to fists that squeeze so tightly, your knuckles might pop out any second. Your knees buckle, but you are not unstable—the ground is. Your anger could cause an earthquake and Miyeon starts to stumble.
"No, Daddy! Please, look at me."
You turn and see Kazuha cool, strong and with a look of concerned sadness on her face. Kazuha holds your hands and gives you a soft empathetic look. Her eyes flutter gently and she presses the palm of her hand on your chest as if to press a button.
"It's okay Daddy. I'm here. Just focus on me. I'm here to make you happy. To make all your disappointment go away. If you want to take your anger out on something, use my body."
No. You couldn't bring yourself to do that. Not punitive and full of rage, not to her. Rough fucking, yes. But punishment, pure white hot anger? Never to Kazuha. She has gone beyond that in your mind after you met her for the first time.
You take a deep breath as Kazuha strokes your hair gently and just continues to look at you softly as if slowly absorbing the emotion and making it disappear. Kazuha leaves a quick, soft kiss on your lips, the kind of kiss that heals all wounds but makes you want more, more, more—everything.
"Zuha…"
It's remarkable how she takes your breath away, how she makes you lose control. The two of you sink into the soft cushions of the old bed. The middle of this room, intentionally old looking, formerly filled with the bad thoughts and disappointment for Miyeon evaporates. You only feel Kazuha's lips on yours, her tongue at yours, her hands entwined in yours.
Kazuha creates one of your favorite melodies, a song that makes you feel like you're in heaven, when you fold one of her legs gently with one hand, while the digits of your second play with her sex. She moans into your mouth. Her eyes become watery. She melts like ice cream in the hot summer, while she herself is hot, outside and inside.
"Fuck, Zuha. I'll put it in now. I'll put it in in the Master room as well, fuck, I want to put it in every day."
"I can do it everyday, Daddy. Whatever you need from me. Always.” Kazuha uses her cute, soft fingers to slowly spread open her pussy, and needily, quietly moans, “Fuck me, Daddy. Make this angel feel your love. Corrupt me with your cock and turn me into your sinful slut, Daddy."
"My angel."
You groan as your crotch slams into hers. Her wet, incredibly tender folds make for an easy entry of your throbbing cock. The entire ordeal has cranked your senses up to eleven and so your mind begins to numb when your entire length is in Kazuha's tight cavern and getting a slick, tight massage by a stunning, slightly whimpering beauty.
"Did I do it too fast?"
"No, Daddy, you just feel so good. I… I want you more, I want to be your fuckdoll angel."
"I'm really exhausted though…"
Kazuha smiles shyly when you begin your first thrust at a snail's pace. She moans under her breath and then whispers:
"You can also use a fuckdoll slowly. As long as you use it, it has a purpose. You're my purpose, Daddy.”
This is different. Miyeon knows and you know that she knows. You don’t have to look at her to know her facial expression. Surely, she dreamed of something like this, but never would it have been realistic to her. It’s far away from using a toy, and much rather a—
Kazuha is the first girl Miyeon has ever seen with you that gets slow, loving sex with no hints at edging or teasing or punishment. In her maybe hundreds of times of having seen or heard you fuck another girl or herself, nothing close to this has occurred.
"I love you Daddy," Kazuha says, trying her best to get it straight out with love and honesty, while her insides get stimulated by your veiny girth.
"I love you too, Zuha."
Kazuha's body is more drug than fuckdoll to you. You can't keep your hands off of her smooth skin, be it her thighs, abs or collarbone. Especially the firmness of her perfectly shaped, perfectly sized, perfectly perfect ass leaves you wanting to touch it forever. Forever might be impossible, even to you, but for at least this session you fondle it over and over again. It makes the angel giggle.
"Daddy, you love my ass?"
"I do, Zuha. Fuck, you make me go crazy."
Two more thrusts, a little faster this time, but not to fast. Just to make her feel how huge you are inside her pink hole. She mewls beside you ear when you nibble on her neck and get ready to place a love mark. Strong suction, the shape of your lips in reddish-purple while your hands dig into Kazuha’s ass like it’s sand hiding a treasure.
"I love how you touch it, Daddy. I want you to praise it more, shower it in your delicious cum, Daddy."
"But I want to fill you up, Zuha, get you ready for breeding."
You look into her orbs, mere inches away. They are scintillating like the night sky with hundreds of shooting stars. Added with her magenta, falsely innocent cheeks on a snow pale face and an unfairly adorable pout, she can make you say or do almost anything.
"Breed me only in your Master room, Daddy. Please, cover my ass today. I love you!"
This back and forth was unprecedented for Miyeon. She had never seen someone so gently push at what you wanted. Such an act was criminal, but you don't mind at all with Kazuha. You wanted to breed her but she asked not to. This went against everything Miyeon was trained to believe. It wasn't all a lie, however. Rather what plays out in front of her is something she has yet to achieve: Kazuha had Daddy's love.
"It's sad that I can't see your face when I cum on your ass though," you say playfully, rubbing your thumbs over her nipples while staying motionless inside her, buried to the hilt, balls touching her butt, "someone should get us a mirror."
As if a ghost hits her face, Miyeon snaps out of her envy, her remorse. She quickly sneaks out of the room in search of one of those large mirrors they had stored somewhere during the shooting.
You sigh but smile at Kazuha as you just relish her touch. She made you forget about all the stupid girls, bratty bitches that never seemed to grasp how to satisfy your needs and go beyond that. Kazuha had it figured out in a couple of days. She makes you believe that she isn't just a natural, but that she is your natural, yours alone—and with every thrust in her clenching cavern, you let her know how much you adore her. Her wish might not be your command, but you will fulfill it nonetheless.
"Zuha, we have a mirror," you say, glancing at Miyeon who hides behind the large, framed object she carried in from outside the room, "Lay on your belly and watch me."
"Thank you so much, Daddy."
She gets in position, giggling in small when your huge cock leaves her pussy for a second. You get behind her but not before throwing Miyeon evidence you did have control of Zuha. You just chose not to use it. Until now.
"Zuha, beg for me. Where does my angel want Daddy's cock?”
Kazuha looks through the mirror straight into your eyes. Her beautiful lips furrow to a pout, while both her hands travel to her hips and then to her ass where she kneads and fondles her flesh. With a needy, whiny mating call, she begs:
"Please, Daddy, please use me to your liking. I love it when you praise me with your hot, hard cock and glaze me with your sticky cream. Please, my Daddy!"
You had seen a few stage performances of her group. Chaewon, Sakura, Yunjin, they all sure loved to shake their asses. This time around, you will shake Kazuha’s too; just in your way, of course. You slowly put the tip near her puckered entrance, moving it in a circular motion, pressing lightly against the skin, flesh and ring. Your precum and her slick juices cover her more and more in glassy liquid.
"Pierce my ass, Daddy! Fill me up and use me as you please. I'll shake it more than in any music video or live stage if you just—oh God!"
Enough teasing. With Kazuha pulling her cheeks apart and relaxing her anal cavity, you easily push inch after inch after inch of yourself into her. Her rear end was always tight and delicate, but if you want to cover her soon, you'd need to go harder than you usually do.
There was another difference between other girls and your angel. You let Kazuha know what was about to happen. Most of the time you would fuck as hard as you wanted without warning. Most of them were just toys to be used after all but not her.
"Baby, if you want Daddy's cum, I'm going to have to get a bit rougher with you than usual, okay? You can turn your head to kiss Daddy anytime you want. I love you.”
You adjust slightly so her feet would be under your balls nestling them into place. She scrunched her toes a little so you'd feel her polish scratch against your sack. After many rounds with Monday today (and the rest of the week) you need all the stimulation to get a load out worthy of covering Kazuha’s huge bottom.
"You don't have to be so kind," she moans out in her most sexy voice yet, "this is my purpose after all."
You take a deep breath. From the corner of your eyes you might have seen Miyeon peeking from behind the mirror, but she is not worth any ounce of your energy. As air leaves your lunges you begin your race for pleasure. You pull out and slam down into Kazuha, just once to see her reaction. When you see her face filled with pleasure and moans only subdued to her biting the sheets, you go again, faster, harder.
Not since she first began her rigorous ballet training did she feel something so rough on her, but just like her performances, it would lead to something of pure glory. After all, what greater glory and purpose was there than getting fucked by Daddy—in her ass no less. All her long hours of idol training, the workouts, the hardship. She didn't stay in perfect shape for the company or for her fans, no, she kept herself in perfect condition for moments like this, for her Daddy.
You read it all from her eyes, the expression she shows when her teeth continue to dig into the white of the sheets, the mattress, until she can't handle her own silence anymore:
"Daddy, I love you!"
You slow down and lean towards her raised head to kiss her intensely. She tries her best to get used to the roughness. After all, she hasn't been here for long. Like a champ, she takes your pounding even through the distracting, difficult kiss. You cup her cheeks and guide her gaze towards the mirror.
"Look at Daddy, look at how happy you are making him. My angel is such a good girl for Daddy."
"I-I'm your butt slut, Daddy."
"You still want me to cum on your ass?"
"Y-yes, Daddy."
"Then I need you to stay this perfectly tight just a little longer."
"Yes, Daddy…hng!"
Kazuha as expected has near perfect control of her body. She tightens every muscle around your cock which drives you wild. You swear to yourself that you need to one day dedicate an entire weekend to mold her secret hole to the shape of your dick, while making her cute face look nothing but blissful.
"Baby, I'm going to go even harder. Fucking hell, I may just cum in your ass."
Now it's Kazuha's turn to feel what it's like to go to heaven. Her face is one of pure devotion and love for you, your power, your cock. Each of your piston-like pumps makes her melt and she looks so marvelously gorgeous. It would feel like betrayal cumming inside her and as you are not a slave to your urges, you make the last second effort to pull out.
Pull out of her tightness, her perfect hole after it's first hard fucking. You immediately burst all over her peach, adding tons of cream to the creamy skin of her bottom. Watching her realize that you did it, fulfilled her wish and made her cum is the greatest pleasure.
You might not be a slave to your urges, but you are one to the physical laws of this world. This last nut was just too much. Your body collapses in happiness and exhaustion. The last thing you hear is Kazuha panting and cooing her gratitude for your load. Then, your eyes become unbearably heavy.
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Kazuha lays by your side until she feels her stomach growl. She gets up to go to the kitchen, where Miyeon is cleaning up. Both are hesitant to say something, awkwardness fills the air just like the faint smell of old wooden planks. Finally, the older one musters up the courage to speak.
"Thank you by the way for, for saving me from possible p-punishment."
The angel loses her sweet features for a moment and becomes stern.
"Save you? I did no such thing. I can't stand to see Daddy upset and unsatisfied. My priority, my whole purpose is to make him happy. You somehow managed to fail at all of those tonight and you even had the audacity to bring him to some creaky old home and demand his time."
"I-I am… uh, I'm sorry. I'll t-try to be better," Miyeon stutters, clearly caught off guard by the sudden coldness and looks down at her feet. She feels humiliated that someone so much younger with a lot less experience is at a point which she will probably never reach. All she can do is strive to be like her, to compete, to overtake—
Suddenly Kazuha grabs Miyeon's chin and looks her dead in the eye. With a voice filled with pity, she says:
"You better do, because I won't stop being the best for him."
Miyeon was shocked by how fierce Kazuha had become. When she let’s go of the blonde's face, it’s like Kazuha was able to imprint herself in Miyeon’s eyes forever.
"You know, he calls me his angel. It’s something you would never understand, never cherish. I’ll try everything to be this guardian angel. That means protecting him from bad things and disappointing people.”
Miyeon could swear she sees wings sprout from Kazuha. An archangel, sent by Daddy as if he was their god. She is an extension of his very will and being. Miyeon’s eyes almost pop out as she begins to realize how this game is truly played.
"I trained to be the best,” Kazuha continues, slowly stepping out of the room,” at the best schools abroad. In everything I did, I thought I reached the top but then I met Daddy. He showed me what it truly means to be the best. You should be ashamed of yourself. You weren't ready to satisfy him in the way he deserves.
He deserves the best. You are nothing.”
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Secrets We Keep | JJK | Twenty One
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Pair: Jeon Jungkook  x f!reader 
Summary: Being a camgirl was never your main goal in life, but when the pandemic hit and you lost your job, you were desperate. Now, two years later, the world is back to normal and  you are one of the top creators of OnlyChingu; the South Korean version of OnlyFans. A website where idols hide behind anonymous profiles in search of that connection they lost during lockdown. 
Jungkook was never into this type of stuff. Until he ran into you. He knows you’re his perfect girl, his ideal type. Will he be able to put his own insecurities aside when chasing you? Or will you let the secrets you keep ruin you? 
Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, cam girl au, Youtuber au. 
Chapter Warnings: This whole chapter is a bit of a fever dream? Just go with it. Also, not smut, but suggestive themes and language?? I don’t fucking know. ENJOY. 
WC: 5.3k
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“We’re almost there, last set, c’mon, guys! Five, six, seven, eight!” Taesung-nim was hyping the class up as you were almost done with the last routine of today’s dance lesson. “You did it! Give yourselves a hand, drink some water and have a great rest of the week!” 
You were panting as you tried clapping along with your peers, dropping to the floor as you fought for air. 
“That’s what you get for being the top of the class.” Yeji was saying with amusement, handing you your water bottle, barely breaking a sweat. “The rest of us don’t push ourselves as hard as you do.” 
“Well, some of us are hoping to make a living out of this one day.” you told her after gulps of the water. 
“You can just ask Taesung-nim for a teaching job, he’d open up a class for you any day.” 
That might be true, but Unmyeong was a small dance house and the owner already struggled to pay the current dance instructors, you wouldn’t put him under more pressure. Besides, if he wanted to open up a class for you, he would have already offered. 
Yeji gave you her hand and pulled you up into a standing position. She could be smaller than you, but that girl had muscles. Taesung smiled at the two of you as you were walking out of the classroom, an awkward smile letting you know he needed to talk to one of you. 
“Yn-ssi, have you heard from Jungkook-ssi at all lately?” the man asked as he fixed the baker’s hat on top of his head. “He hasn’t been to class for the past couple of lessons.” 
“He’s a little busy lately, seonsaengnim, but I’ll make sure to tell him you were asking for him.” you said as Yeji held back a squeal next to you. 
“No, no, please.” the teacher waved his hands in the air, panicking a little. “If he’s busy, he’s busy!” 
Bowing profusely, Taesung-nim wished the both of you a good rest of the week –again– and turned away to speak to other dancers. Yeji had already linked her arm through yours and pulled you out of the dance studio in the direction of the locker rooms. 
“I cannot believe you’re really dating Jeon Jung– oof!”
You pinched the woman on her sides so she’d keep it down, saying: “I am secretly dating… You-know-who. Let’s keep it that way, please?”
“Of course, of course.” she gave you an exaggerated wink, pushing the door of the locker room open with her forearm. “Is Voldemort really too busy to come to class? What can you spill about– Uh, the death-eaters comeback plans?”
That shouldn’t have made you laugh as much as it did. “He doesn’t tell me much about his work. NDAs and all that.”
That wasn’t exactly true, Jungkook told you a lot about his solo plans and always answered your questions about BTS –not that you asked a lot of them in the first place–. And while he had been busy lately, filming for their YouTube variety show, work wasn’t necessarily the reason why Jungkook skipped dance class today. 
Namjoon-ssi had invited your boyfriend to workout together at the HYBE gym, which apparently was a rare occurrence these days. Your boyfriend had mentioned in passing that his leader was going through ups and downs ever since the start of the year; the result of a bad breakup, a busy mind and deadlines to beat. 
“I’m happy for you, though.” your friend was saying as she pulled her shirt over her head. “I can’t wait for your wedding. You better make me your maid of honor.” 
“Excuse me?” 
You followed after her, undressing and folding your clothes on the nearby bench, hopping into one of the empty shower stalls. 
“Hello? Obviously you’re only dating Jungk– Voldemort because of me!” her voice was partially muffled the sound of the showers running, but you heard her loud and clear. 
“Obviously.” you mused, wetting your hair and body under the warm stream. 
The complimentary shampoo and shower gel provided by the dance house were enough for you to quickly wash up before going home after every class. Yeji always finished showering before you did, so she threw a clean towel on the door of your stall and was already doing her makeup as you finally stepped out of the shower again. 
“I am happy for you, though.” Yeji told you as she leaned over the locker room sink to fix her winged eyeliner. 
“Thank you, so am I.” you smiled, wrapped around the fluffy towel as you gathered your discarded clothes and walked to the other side of the space, unlocking your little cabinet. 
“I have to say, we didn’t think you’d be the first of us girls to get a boyfriend.” 
“Excuse me, we?” 
“You know, Dal-su, Hiro, Sang–” 
“I didn’t know my love life was a popular subject between you guys.” you huffed, picking up a clean dress and underwear from your bag and putting it on as your hair was wrapped in the towel. 
“Please don’t be offended.” Yeji finally joined you on that side of the lockers with a perfect face of makeup. “You know you never hooked up with anyone whenever we went to clubs and stuff, so we wondered.” 
“Well, maybe I was just waiting for the right person.” 
You weren’t necessarily upset about your friend’s assumptions, you could agree that you were always the only person to go home alone after your group’s night outs. Up until Jungkook showed up, you didn’t really feel the need for easy hookups and one night stands. 
“And I’m glad you found that person, babes.” Yeji said and you smiled in agreement. 
As she went on about her failed tinder dates and how she thought she matched with Park Seo-joon once, you pulled your phone from the locker and found a missed call from Jungkook and a text message:
Gukkie: finished my workout, want me to come pick you up after class? 
You: Just out of the shower! Are you still near? 🥰 
Gukkie: Right outside, petal ;)
“I have to go!” you were telling your friend as you gathered all of your things and threw the used towel on the hamper by the door. 
“Girl, hang on!” Yeji held you by the arm with a laugh. “At least do something about your hair.”
She only let you leave the locker room, backpack hoisted over your shoulder, after you brushed your hair and put on some perfume. In retrospect, maybe you should put a little more effort into your appearance when meeting your boyfriend, but you hadn’t seen him in two days and you missed him. 
Which would still be true even if you had seen him this morning. 
You were expecting to find Jungkook parked outside, or maybe at a garage nearby, not at the reception of the studio, with four girls ogling him and whispering amongst each other. Jungkook was wearing a black cap, but he didn’t have a face mask on and the sleeves of his jacket were rolled up on his elbows, tattoos on full show. 
He looked gorgeous as ever, but it was too risky for him to be out like this. 
“There she is!” the boy was absolutely beaming as he saw you, walking the rest of the way to you. He tried kissing your lips, but you turned your face. 
“Baby, there’s people–” 
Jungkook held you by the back of your neck and kissed you anyway. It was quick, but enough to melt you. “Don’t care.” he grinned. 
“I hope you know you’ll end up getting us in trouble one day.” you pointed out with a silly little smile as his fingers laced with yours. 
At least Jungkook put a face mask on when you left the dance studio. The streets were busy as always, but Jungkook still managed to find a spot to park his BMW nearby, so you didn’t have to walk much. Like the perfect boyfriend, he opened the door for you before jogging to the driver’s side. 
“How was dance class?” your boyfriend asked as he turned the car on, the purple LED lights casting a nice glow in its interior. Jungkook took his mask and cap off, throwing both into the glove compartment in front of you.
“I almost died by the end of it, so… The usual.” you dropped your backpack to the backseat, finding Jungkook’s gym bag already there. Only after you put your seatbelt on did he start driving. “Taesung-nim asked about you.” 
“I’ll make sure to come to the next class.” 
“He understands you’re busy, don’t worry too much.” you offered him a soft smile, hand reaching out to smooth his wet hair that got messed up when he took the cap off. “How’s Namjoon-ssi doing?” 
“Hyung– well, hyung has been better, but he has been worse too, so I guess I can’t complain.” Jungkook nibbled on his bottom lip, which told you there was more to the story. “I think he’s messing with his ex again.” 
“Wasn’t she the one to break up with him?” 
“As far as we know.” the man was driving through the familiar roads that would lead to Itaewon, so you knew he was taking you to his place, not your apartment. “Hyung has a hard time letting go of things that were good once, in hopes they could be good again.” 
You hummed, lost in your own thoughts for a beat too long. “Do you not think he’d be interested in a new good thing?”
“Why the sudden interest in hyung?” Jungkook had a small crease between his brows as the car came to a stop at a red light, his tattooed hand resting on your thigh. 
“It's not sudden at all, I've been wondering about him since Hobi’s party.”
He let out a snort mixed with a chuckle, saying: “So, I fucked you in the bathroom at that party but you were thinking about hyung–”
“Oh, shush, not like that!”
“Good, because you're not his type.”
“Excuse me?!”
It was your turn to scoff, turning halfway towards your boyfriend to find him smirking as he drove. Rolling your eyes in fake annoyance, you continued:
“You're insufferable. It's not for me anyway, I just think he’d get along with Bell.”
“Oh? Didn’t they meet at the party?”
You were entering dangerous territory, one that made Jungkook calculate his words before speaking. It was ironic, how you could guess his hyung and your best friend would get along well, when Jungkook already knew that was a proven fact. But you didn’t know that Namjoon –in the form of Namu94– was speaking to your best friend online for ages now, even before he even dreamed you existed. 
It was a complicated affair, because Jungkook couldn’t exactly tell you any of that when it wasn’t his secret to tell. And he hated lying to you, having promised he was done keeping secrets once you found out about his. And just this morning Jungkook had warned Namjoon to come clean to Bell as soon as possible; he didn’t want to get tangled up in a web of lies. 
Jungkook was lucky that you were understanding enough to give him a second chance, but he didn’t know your friend enough to be confident the same thing would happen to his hyung. 
And you were right, in your own naive ignorance. If Jungkook could guess anyone would be able to take Namjoon away from Soyeon’s manipulative claws, it would be Bell.
“Yeah, but she doesn't want to tell me about it.” you had a cute pout on your lips that made Jungkook almost want to force his hyung to tell him about it just so he could tell you. 
“Damn. Do you think she didn’t like him?” that would be very bad, if it was the case.
“Quite the opposite. Bell knows that if she told me she liked him, I would stop at nothing until I set them up.” ever mischievous, you were. No wonder you got along with Jimin hyung so well.
“What if she told you she didn't like him?”
“She can’t lie to me, I know her too well. So if she's not saying anything it's because he at least left some kind of good impression.” 
“Huh.”
“Plus, she has a type.” you pointed out, watching as Jungkook’s eyebrows rose.
“Oh?”
“Mhm. Tall, strong, assertive, responsible–”
“All of that checks out–”
“–daddy material.”
Jungkook choked on air, distracting himself with searching for the remote control to open his garage doors.
“I mean. Okay, even I have to agree with that one.”
You were giggling as you asked: “Are you interested in him?”
Jungkook sent you an unamused look through squinted eyes, that only made you laugh harder. 
Once the car was safely parked, and turned off, you both got out of the vehicle and you waited for Jungkook to run to the backseat to grab your things. Your shoes and bags were left at the entrance of the house and you were expecting to hear the desperate rush of paws on marble, but Bam was nowhere to be seen.
“Do you– hear that?” Jungkook was asking with a protective stance in front of you, chest puffed out. 
“I hear something.”
The deeper into the house you walked, the clearer it became that someone else was in there. But the thing was, you recognized the voice well enough. 
It was you. 
And you were moaning. 
“I swear to fucking god–” 
Jungkook was about to rush to the living room, but you held him back with a quiet laugh. You weren’t about to let him dampen your fun. Moving past him and taking the kitchen entrance, you found the culprits. 
Jimin and Taehyung were lounging on Jungkook’s couch, both too entrailed on the TV to notice you were approaching them. Not that you blamed them, it was flattering really; how both men seemed so focused on the recording of your last Red Cherry live stream.
You had never caught anybody watching you before, but instead of making you awkward or shy, you liked how both of them had strategically placed cushions over their laps. On the television ahead, you could see yourself spreading your legs as you rubbed the bunny vibrator up and down your wet slit, moans filling in the living room space as your high was fast approaching. 
“Fuck, she’s so sexy.” Taehyung was saying, still oblivious to your presence standing behind the couch. 
“Mhm. Guk is really lucky.” Jimin agreed, voice a tone lower than what you were  used to hearing. 
“I hope he agrees.” you said, nonchalantly. 
At your voice, both men turned to you as if they had seen a ghost for the first time in their life and just now realized that the afterlife was a thing. Jimin and Tae reached for the remote control at the same time, so hastily it fell to the floor and was kicked under the center table. 
“Hey, if you break it, you’ll pay for it!” Jungkook complained, standing closer to you and resting a hand on the small of your back. Your boyfriend was pouting, but wasn’t sulking about what you just walked into, nor was he threatening cold blooded murder.
“Fuck, we’re so sorry–” Taehyung was about to get up, but the moment the cushion started slipping off his lap he decided it was a bad idea. 
“It was his idea!” Jimin defended himself by accusing Tae. 
In retaliation, the younger man squealed: “All I did was ask if you had ever watched her, I didn’t tell you to put it up–” 
“You didn’t tell me to stop either–” 
“Aw, now I’m offended.” you said with a fake pout to your lips. Both boys looked absolutely crestfallen, eyes dropping to their laps in shame. The kiss you received to the back of your head told you Jungkook knew where this was going. “If that’s the first video you ever see of me, I’d pick a better one.” 
At your conclusion, Tae and Jimin looked at each other with furrowed eyebrows, then turned to you with equally baffled expressions. You offered them both sweet smiles, in an attempt to ease their worries. Only then they looked at your boyfriend behind you. Curiosity got the best of you too, so you turned slightly towards Jungkook. 
He still wasn’t mad. If anything he looked a little amused. And more than a little proud. 
You were impressed by that character development, but you also knew those three had grown up together, most likely sharing stories and talking about their hookups amongst each other. You weren’t sure Jungkook had ever told them about the adventures you two had together, but maybe watching your OnlyChingu videos could be a silver lining. 
“Which video should we watch, then?” Jimin asked carefully. 
“Which one is your favorite, baby?” you asked the man behind you as his hand rubbed up and down your spine. 
“I like them all.” Jungkook’s lips touched your shoulder and you guessed he was starting to feel some type of way when thinking about it, not to mention the video that was still playing on the tv. “They should watch the one with Lola.” 
“Oh, that’s a good one.” you agreed. “Should we all watch it together?” 
“Put it up, baby, I’ll make us something to eat.” with one last kiss on your shoulder, Jungkook walked the few steps to reach the kitchen. “Everyone okay with popcorn?”
All three of you agreed with nods and positive words. 
Circling the couch to meet the two boys, you dropped to your knees on the floor, bending down to get the remote control from under the center table, hearing groans and grunts from the men behind you as your dress became a little shorter and they undoubtedly stared at your ass. 
“Are we– dreaming?” Taehyung asked Jimin in a hush. “Is this really happening?” 
“I have no idea, Taehyungah.”
Once the remote was safely returned, you sat on the couch, between the two men and paused the video where you were about to cum for the second time. You clicked a few options to make it back to your main page, realizing the boys were using Guuk.97’s account, which meant you could access the Gold member’s page and pull up one of your most watched videos: The one of you fucking another girl. 
You waited for Jungkook to finish popping the popcorn and join you on the couch with two bowls filled with the snack. Your boyfriend sat between you and Jimin, so the two of them would share a bowl as you and Tae got the other. 
There was a lot of tension in the room, coming from the two sitting on the edges, but it seemed to disperse a little as Jungkook asked:
“Wait, where’s Bam?!” 
“We put him in his bedroom.” Jimin explained, grabbing a handful of popcorn. 
“We didn’t think it would be appropriate for him to watch his eomma… Doing stuff.” Tae told you, still avoiding your eyes. 
“Good boys.” you praised and they beamed, making Jungkook chuckle next to you. 
You settled against Jungkook’s body as he raised an arm for you to snuggle against him, an arm wrapped around his waist and your head laying on his chest. You weren’t particularly hungry yet, so you ignored the popcorn for now. 
The video on the TV started as it always did, with you sitting in front of the camera, with your pretty background behind you. You introduced yourself, nose scrunching as you watched how sweetly you portrayed yourself on the TV. “This is my friend Lola, we’ll be having some fun together tonight, if it’s okay with you.” you said, a little awkward as it was the first time your friend had ever been a guest on your channel. Back then you didn’t know if your subscribers would like it or not. 
“I was just starting to do well at OnlyChingu back then.” you told the three boys. “I was terrified my viewers would hate it.”
“Did they?” Tae asked with a mouth full of popcorn. 
“They loved it.” you giggled. “The most requests I get are to bring people to the streams.” 
You fell into silence again as Lola sat next to you on the bed and you could hear a leaf fall from the trees outside in the backyard, from how intently Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung were watching you make out with a very pretty girl. 
Back then you didn’t really have a lot of experience in how you should pace the stream, drag it out and make your viewers beg for you to do something, so not even ten minutes into the stream and you were already laying on your back, completely naked, as the woman’s head was between your legs. 
Jungkook’s breathing grew heavier under you and you watched him pull on his pants and fold his legs with one ankle on top of the opposite knee. You knew that wouldn’t be enough to hide his fully erect cock, so you let go of him to reach for the only cushion left and placed it on his lap, returning to your previous position. 
“Thanks, baby.” he whispered with a little gasp, resting an arm around your back with his hand on the curve of your ass. 
“Let me know if you need anything.” your sly tone wasn’t missed on anybody as you heard Jimin groan and Taehyung curse under his breath. 
You weren’t about to drop to your knees again and let them all Eiffel Tower you, but there were few things you wouldn’t do if Jungkook asked you to. 
As the video progressed, Lola flipped you on the bed so you were on top of her. The woman was fondling your tits –back then you didn’t even have your nipple ring yet–, as you struggled a little to place yourself in a scissoring position so your pussy was in contact with hers. 
“That sex position is myth, by the way.” you pointed out, holding back a laugh as the three boys complained. “I’m sorry, it is! Girls don’t really feel much just by slamming your pussy against another one!” 
“But, but–” Taehyung sounded like he was about to cry and you wondered if you had just ruined a porn subcategory for him. 
“Now that feels really good.” you told them. 
On the TV, the four of you watched as Lola took pity on your inexperience and handled you so that her thigh was between yours and yours was between hers, both cunts rubbing on each other’s legs. You leaned over her to capture her lips on a deep kiss as she palmed your ass so hard you could see the indents of her fingerprints and your camera wasn’t even 4k back in those days. 
“You were always so good, baby.” Jungkook was praising you as he watched you suck on another girl’s tits. “My perfect little cam-slut.” 
“For fucks sake, Guk.” Jimin complained with a raspy groan. 
“You haven’t seen what she can do with her mouth.” Jungkook pointed out teasingly, but he was staring at you. 
You were looking up at him, glossy eyes and shiny lips as if you had been running your tongue over them. The man touched your bottom lip with his thumb, loving how you parted your mouth for him. 
This, watching your videos with his hyungs, wasn’t something he ever thought he would do, or be comfortable with. So it surprised even himself to be enjoying this so much. 
Growing up, Jungkook was always the youngest; the last one to take an interest in watching porn, the last of the seven to go through the phase where his showers were longer and he’d wake up with damp boxers. Whenever they went around the world with BTS tours, back when he was young and shy, the hyungs were always the ones to get the hottest girls and their kinky stories –made up or not– were always a lot more interesting than his own. 
Not anymore. 
Not only was he dating someone so kind, understanding, funny and smart, you were also incredibly hot and fucking sexy. And you weren’t just his hookup, you were his girlfriend, one day you’d be his wife. Jungkook might be the youngest but, in his eyes, he was winning. 
And now his best friends –the same ones who playfully teased him during his teenage years– got to watch just how sexy and amazing you were. 
Jungkook was really fucking proud to call you his. 
As if you could read his mind, your cheeks grew a rosy color –or maybe it was the fact that the recording version of you was kissing down a woman’s body so you could eat her pussy–. Jungkook ignored the moans coming from the TV, and the growls and curses coming from his friends, and focused on you instead. 
“Come here, baby.” 
His deep voice went straight between your legs and you obeyed your boyfriend, scooting a little higher so your lips could meet his. You didn’t care if Tae was so close behind you that you could feel his body heat, or that Jimin was letting out so many little moans and whines he might as well be touching himself. 
Your hand slid up Jungkook’s hard abdomen, resting on the back of his head to keep him close to you as your lips parted and you pushed your tongue into his mouth. Jungkook’s kiss was addicting, the way his tongue slowly licked yours, the feel of his lip ring against your lips, it would be way too fucking easy to get carried away. 
“I think I'd be good at that.” Taehyung’s voice pulled you and Jungkook out of your little bubble.
“Eating pussy?” Jimin asked his friend, even if his eyes lever left the TV screen.
“At camming.”
You never expected Kim Taehyung to say something like that, so it made the fog in your brain dissolve. You sat up so you could look at him, finding blown out pupils and a bitten bottom lip. 
“I was scared of this.” Jimin was the one giggling on the opposite side of the couch. 
“I’m serious.” Tae spoke with a pout on his pretty lips. “That's like acting but with a twist.”
“I wondered why you haven’t been in a drama again, you were so good.” you told the boy, watching as his face turned in your direction.
“HYBE didn't let me.”
“Oh, that sucks. I think you’d be good at camming too, Tae.” 
You were honest with your opinion, hoping he believed you and didn’t think you were kidding. You had seen Tae acting before, Hwarang was one of your favorite kdramas to this day, and you had experienced his duality and how easy it was for him to put up a persona at Hoseok’s party. 
Jungkook didn’t say anything, but his comforting hand didn’t leave your side.
“How would you even go about that? People would recognize you.” Jimin, on the other hand, was full of worries.
“I mean, not necessarily.” you pointed out. “You can always not show your face. There are many genres and kinks at OnlyChingu, being anonymous could be your whole thing. It would absolutely intrigue people.”
“I could wear masks?” Tae asked you with a new sparkle in his eyes, which made you feel important. 
Those three might be idols, who had been all over the world, but this… Camming and doing sex work, it was your turf. And Taehyung seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say. Jungkook turned the volume down on the TV as the video was forgotten for now. 
“Of course. I get sent masks from fetish stores all the time, you can come over anytime and take your pick if you want.” you squeezed his shoulder, encouraging. 
“Are you listening to this?” Jimin was more than a little shocked. 
Tae, however, ignored him. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
“Maybe you should be a guest in someone's steam before committing?” you jumped in before the light behind his eyes was completely gone. You knew Jimin and Tae were two peas in a pod and if Jimin was against it, chances were, Tae would give up on it too. “Test it out, see if it's something you really want.”
“I don’t know anyone who does that.” his pout deepened. 
“I do! I can set you up with a nice girl if you want.  Or a boy!” you offered and he seemed to ponder about it for a little bit.
“Girl is fine but... I don't think I’d be comfortable with a stranger.”
“Yn isn't a stranger.”
Jungkook was the one suggesting Tae should come over at one of your streams, to see if he’d really be into it or not. Your head turned to him so fast you heard a bone crack in your neck. 
Jimin was giggling again. “Nice joke, Gukah.”
“Not joking.” your boyfriend said, but his eyes were on you the whole time. You found sincerity in them, nothing more.
“Guk, baby…” you sighed, taking his hand. “Can I speak to you?”
Your boyfriend nodded and followed you out of the main living room to the reception room near the entrance. If the other two noticed the very obvious bulge in his pants, no one made any comments. 
The two of you sat down on a two seater couch and you didn’t let go of his hand even as you said:
“Baby, what were you saying? Are you mad? Was watching the video too much?”
“No, petal, I’m fine. Surprisingly, I’m okay with this.” he assured you with a soft smile. 
“You're okay.... with me bringing Tae on my channel.”
“Mm.”
“You know we’d have to fuck right?”
Jungkook chuckled and squeezed your hand, threading your fingers together. “I’m trying to be a supportive boyfriend, okay?”
“That’s too supportive!”
“I’m trying to be a good friend too. You know we’re all struggling to do our own thing, separate from BTS. But we all know what we want to do. Tae doesn't.” his voice was quiet, so none of the other two could hear him. “But I heard the passion in his voice when he was talking about camming and I know it's insane and so much could go wrong but if it's something that would make him happy, why not?”
“And you'd be okay with me doing that with him?” you wondered with a frown.
“You love me right?”
“More than anything.” you didn’t miss a single beat.
“And you won't leave me for him?” Jungkook still checked. 
“Never.”
“Then I don't see the problem.” Jungkook took your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it softly. “I saw the way you were dancing with him at the party, I know you're attracted to him. And he's clearly attracted to you too.”
“If we do this... if he agrees, we don't know if he will–” you trailed off in thought, but Jungkook interrupted you:
“He will.”
With a nibble to your bottom lip, you asked: “Would you be there?”
“Of course, baby, if it’s something you want.” his thumb was soothing the back of your hand, gentleness and care in his eyes. 
“I do. I never had a guy over and I think it could be really fun... I guess I wondered before if you would ever want to join me.” you admitted sheepishly.
“Unfortunately, ARMY would recognize my abs and my tattoos.” he pointed out and you pouted.
“Yeah. Plus, I think that what we have and what we do is for us only, no one else.”
“I agree.” 
You couldn’t believe you were actually agreeing to this. The idea of being with another guy that wasn’t your boyfriend –that was your boyfriend’s best friend– was insane. But just like when you were with Lola, or doing any of your streams, this would be an acting job. 
You’d just have to get really up close and personal with your scene partner. 
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☆ old faces, new smiles ☆
♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> 9th member + fluff ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> ot8!skz + 9th member!reader (gender neutral) ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> when familiar faces recognize you and your members are astonished that you didn't tell them some news. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> none ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!
a/n: doing another 9th member au! i'm guessing that's what you meant:] also your english is good and you don't bother me at all. sorry i didn't respond sooner. another le sserafim cameo for my collection. also i'm sorry if this is too short:( you can always request again!
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doing variety shows or interviews wasn't a new thing to you. ever since you've been a stray kids member you've been put in so many situations, hard to count how much you went through with your members. so when you had to do a shared interview with another group, it didn't really come as a surprise. you knew it was gonna be from hybe and you expected to see some of your old friends so that got you kinda excited. 
you weren't sure if any of the boys knew that you had been on hybe before joining jyp. you spent most of your trainee days there before you moved to jyp and joined the competition where stray kids was formed. you weren't even sure if this group was gonna remember you. it turned out that the group invited was le sserafim and that brought even more excitement. you could remember when chaewon and sakura joined, meeting yunjin and kazuha way before they would debut and seeing eunchae grow up before your eyes. 
bowing before them backstage, they were all excited to see you and you ended up receiving a hug from yunjin. your own members weren't sure where you had met before since some of them just debuted but they didn't say anything.
as you all sat down and talked, being asked questions from left to right and got to know each other better, something was brought up.
"(y/n)! we've got a question for you. is it true you were originally a trainee for hybe?" the host asked and you nodded shyly, which caused all your members to stare at you.
"no way (y/n), you didn't tell them?" kazuha asked and this time you shook your head leaving every single one of them in disbelief.
"okay. so basically i was in hybe for a long time but then had to move and jyp was closer so i just switched companies. i remember meeting a lot of trainees that now are idols and that makes me very happy." you said smiling and that was a satisfying answer to the host. 
"i can't believe you've never told us!" changbin said and you just shrugged your shoulders like you weren't at fault. you were not secretive but if people didn't ask you about certain things, you just didn't tell them. 
"can't believe our (y/n) wouldn't have debuted with us." felix added and you blushed as all eyes were on you again especially when they started showing pictures. "oh my god, you look so tiny."
"they still are!" seungmin said and you hit him slightly on the arm. stray kids and height were never gonna be a a good combo to talk about no matter the member. "ouch, why did you do that?".
"you know well." you responded laughing and covering your face when they showed your audition tape. "god no, please end me, can we move on?"
"no way, i have to get this tape when it's done." minho said and you death glared him, a warning sign. "okay maybe not, don't ever look at me like that again. i've never felt chills like that before."
you all laughed at that as you tried to hide behind jeongin from all the "awful" videos and images that were shown. even after all the embarrassment you managed to get through the rest of the interview, talking about your experiences with the le sserafim members. taking a selca with them and then doing each other's challenges. it was crazy to think that you might've debuted with them or another group in the future but here you were in another company and a group that you loved very much.
"can't believe you've never told us for real." chan said when you were backstage and you just sighed. "now that i think about it, it was rare how you knew most of hybe's idols."
"also the fact that they appeared in jyp out of nowhere and being a complete ace." jisung said and if you didn't wanna kill them before from the embarrassment they were making you feel, it was evident now. "don't hit me like you did with seungmin."
"i wasn't going to. i think, i don't know. why is it such a big deal anyways?" you said as hyunjin sat next to you and you laid your head on his shoulder. "it was so long ago too."
"i know, it's just surprising, you know? that we have such a talented member in our group and that they chose to be with us." chan said as minho rolled his eyes because damn was that cheesy. "come on, i'm trying to be nice why are y'all looking at me like that?"
"you're just a cheeseball for real hyung." jeongin said which made you laugh as he got chased around in the dressing room by chan. 
"(y/n), darling these are for you!" changbin said as he entered and handed you some flowers with some gifts. "they told me to deliver this to you and that we shouldn't mess with them, yadda yadda it's yours!"
as you checked the label, you couldn't help but smile and feel the warmness entering your heart. it was the sweetest thing you've had the pleasure of reading today.
"we missed you and loved seeing you again from le ssera to (y/n)." you read out loud which made you all "aw" like love fools and close the day off with a beautiful gift like that, couldn't have been better. you held on tight to the flowers as so many memories as a trainee in hybe passed you by that now led to being with stray kids and being the happiest you had ever been. there was nothing better than this you thought to yourself as you looked around the dorm to see all your members. you could get used to this. 
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there's something really alienating about being a black kpop fan who doesn't only or even primarily listen to kpop. i get it. a lot of the success of the groups comes down to their fans' attachments to the members, hence why they have variety shows and reality shows and special signings for nearly every group. but it feels like the ppl who insulate themselves in kpop fandoms get whiplash when they realize the rest of the world doesn't really care about our faves. the music video for the jk (of bts) collaboration with usher came out recently, and it has really been something to see armies show their asses to one of the living legends in music today. there would be no kpop without artists like usher, omarion, ginuwine, ready for the world, sisqo, etc. usher is your idol's idol. they're all his sons. sure jk's song is fun and engaging. as an army, i'm proud of him. though, it's a song and choreography that is heavily inspired by motown, boogie, soul, and r&b with some funk and hiphop elements [mainly in the choreography], all musical/cultural styles that came from black americans. it's not up for debate. it's just a fact.
so, when the general public sees jk dancing in this style to this genre of music next to usher, obviously, they're going to focus on usher. it doesn't matter to the general western (mainly american) public that jk created the choreography and taught it to usher himself. to the rest of the world outside of kpop and armies, jk's song and dance is a cultural imitation of usher and the artists who came before him... and they're not exactly wrong. i can understand that it's hurtful to other armies to see and hear this because it sounds like they're diminishing his talent and hard work, but the point still stands. jk is imitating usher and others because that's a big part of what kpop is. it's a cultural imitation. the american general public sees it the same as someone watching their "bts american hustle life" reality show from 2014--kinda cringey and fake. other american artist get the same treatment like, bruno mars (or drake whenever he decides he wants to change his nationality for extra spice this week). it's just really weird to act as though it's impossible to understand what (black) westeners are saying when they say jk is imitating usher. you know what it means. it's a factual statement, and it doesn't take away from jk (and all idols') hard work. but let's just call a thing a thing because it's getting ridiculous now. this is why i can't be active in kpop fandoms. the cognitive dissonance is way too much.
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It's kind of tragic and hilarious how many BTS fans managed to listen to Hip Hop Lover and not... like... look up any of the names that were just listed off for them. Guys, please, even out of kpop groups, BTS have always made it clear they are mega fanboys who want to imitate black artists from the US and their dearest dream is for sempai to notice them. Which is happening. Good for them.
Honestly, the best way to engage with kpop fandom is to just watch people like that MONQ guy.
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ reflections
📞 ; “maybe it's a blessing in disguise, i see my reflection in your eyes.”
𖹭 : sungchan x afab!reader
💭 love can be a possession, and like everything owned, it can be easily lost... “we were too close to the stars.”
⤷ contains: angst, pining, cussing, mentions of other idol names for
world building
⤷ warnings: none (?)
⤷ wc: 4.2k (not proofread :>)
🎧 a songfic, inspired by The Neighbourhood's Reflections
-ˋˏ under the cut .ᐟ ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
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Perfect does not exist, maybe that’s true for you, but I’ve seen perfection, I’ve felt perfection. The thought seems superficial, I know, but to be in my place —I’ve had to endure years of sorrow because of this said perfection. 
And perfection was in the form of Jung Sungchan. 
On the surface, it might take a few blinks for one to understand. But it wasn’t solely your visage that has led me to this wistful void. 
I loved to draw, just as much as I loved you, maybe a little less —but you get the point. You’ve been the subject of my illustrations, from the moment I saw you, till I couldn’t physically see you anymore. 
“Is that me?” I didn’t get why you’d still ask, of course it’s you, it’ll always be you. 
The outline of your profile provokes daydreams, oh how I wish I was the only one. When I saw you for the first time I instantly knew, everyone had their eyes on you, it was only a matter of time till the attraction came pouring in. 
Still, you stood your ground like everyone else, just trying to live your life, and everyday I wished I could be part of it. 
I draw the lines, and you paint it with colors, colors I had never seen before, colors that could’ve been the manifestation of your reciprocation. 
“Good morning, I’m Jung Sungchan, I was wondering if I’m in the right place, senior Kim sent me here to fetch the package from, Y/n?” you were quite unsure of my name, I’m pretty sure you had it written on the tiny piece of paper you held in between two of your fingers. 
“That’s me. Department?” I didn’t even know why I still asked, I knew well where you were situated. 
“Film.” I felt as if I was going to combust, I could’ve sworn I saw you held back a laugh, the slight hum of your bass voice almost had me stumbling back. “You?”
“Arts.” Now I almost laughed at myself.
But never did I think that our talk would last for a longer while. “Sophomore, right?”
I tried my best to exude a hum as a response, before asking you back why, “Why’d you ask?”
“I see you around a lot, but I just wasn’t sure if you were older or younger. I also confused you with someone else I knew multiple times before.” —someone else?
I was thinking maybe I should be more open to variety, to not wear the same hairstyle, similar set of clothes, and one color pallette everyday. Maybe then you wouldn’t confuse me for someone else. Maybe then you’d see me and think, that’s Y/n from the Arts Dep. She's really pretty.
“Who did you confuse me for? maybe I know who they are.”
“Actually…” actually what Sungchan? “She’s your friend.”
I don’t exactly have loads of friends, but I couldn’t help but ask, “Which one?”
“Minjeong.” 
I had no idea of what expression you had painted on my face with all the things you had just said, but Minjeong? to confuse me with her might be too remote from the reality I lived. And because I was talking to a guy, I remembered when she told me, “Can you believe it? I’m being pursued by a guy!” —I never thought that guy would be you. Why you? or rather, why not me?
It wasn’t hard to tell whether my assumptions are true or not, because the way you bit your lip after her name fell from your mouth, suppressing a smile I could only assume was one only she could elicit from you.
I was right. 
And I was in pain. I felt like nothing but an excuse for you to see her, always seeming to have packages to retrieve for your senior, and coming back to return things to me, then all I hear is she, she, she, Minjeong where, Minjeong when —I wanted to rid of my hearing, besides it already felt like bleeding to the point where clotted blood would just block my auditory. 
But my pain only leads to my deception. I hate that I had to smile through whatever you had to say, congratulate you even when you gushed about her smiling back at you, or talking to you all evening through messages. 
“That’s cute, happy there’s some progress.” I spoke through a pretentious smile. 
“Thank you Y/n, I really don’t think it’ll be possible if I hadn’t met you.”
Perfection is truly just anguish behind a polished glass case, and at that moment I faced you, I wished I hadn’t met you at all. 
My pain and deception, tomorrow I would keep the frame of your smile in my memories, and I just had to pick up a pencil. I’ve always loved to draw things, but through an artist’s honesty, I only draw the things I find beautiful, the things worth the graphite imprinted at the side of my hand. You were beauty and agony, and as much as I wanted to say I hated you, I loved you more than my best creations.
“You drew me? That’s really awesome, I don’t know how artists manage to create such images." Did you never think of how I did it? that maybe I stared at you for too long that I could draw you at every angle, with any expression —I had memorized every line on your face, the curve from the tip of your nose, to your philtrum, and to your lips. Whenever I drew your lips I would touch my own, feeling for its cushions whilst wondering how yours would feel. I reckon it must’ve been softer, more delicate, it always looked so velvet that for a while it was the only thing that occupied my mind. 
So shameful of me to be fantasizing about a guy my friend liked and a guy who liked my friend. But I loved you first, it could’ve been me. I always stuck around so that maybe one day you’d choose me. 
“She said yes!” —of course she would. 
Anyone in her place would, and anyone who wouldn’t would be lying to themselves. 
That smile you wore when you exclaimed so blissfully, it’s engraved in my mind, and then I knew I would never have that smile for myself. 
My mind is clouded, and my heart is aching and cracking, and whenever I felt it I just wished you could feel it too, just how much you’ve ruined my life. 
“Your work is honestly flawless, maybe Min could use some lessons from you.” your quip was followed by a playful hit on your shoulder, then a chorus of laughter.
“Yeah, Y/n is probably the best artist in our department, but I’m not that bad!” it hurt to watch you wrap an arm around her waist as her sweet voice so vexingly amplified in my ears.
You looked at me then, as if you were telling me to laugh. There was nothing for me to laugh at, it would be a pity to laugh at myself, and at what cost? Still, I had to force a smile, just for feeling sorry that I had let myself fall into your abyss. 
Avoiding you could’ve tended my wounds, but it wasn’t that easy when you were dating my friend. My friend who I had known longer than you, my friend who was a lot less selfish than me, who likely had thought about me more than I have with her. How could I when you were occupying a very gross space in my mind. I’m disgusting for still yearning for you, all when we had nothing, no foreground. You had never looked at me like you looked at her, I have never felt the skin underneath your ironed dress shirt, I have never felt the heat of your breath against my neck, and never have I felt your tender grip clasped around my hands. I was all desire and no fulfillment, and it had to be that way, not for your sake nor hers, but for mine. 
If I gave in, I wouldn’t be alive for you, her, and everyone looking down on me with ire. 
I would only grow to hate myself even more, I love you, but I could only see the antithesis of your motivations. 
“I owe you one too, Min and I wouldn’t be together if it weren’t for you.” and I didn’t even have a choice. 
I saw you to be a bit too brazen to continue to treat me like a friend, yet I never saw you as one of mine. 
“You don’t owe me one.” you owe me everything. 
“That’s not true, hey, how about this, I have a friend who wants to meet you, remember the drawing that I stole from you? Well, he saw it and he said he wanted to meet the artist.” you seemed so eager to push me away. 
“Oh really? Who's he?” to raise such a painful question, that day I truly was not myself.
You introduced me to a guy, and I could tell it took him great effort to be as expressive as you, not that he was aware that I had my eyes on you the whole time. It was no question that I would never see him the same way I did you, even if I tried, he isn’t Jung Sungchan, he isn’t you. 
“So, how’d you find Eunseok?” you asked me when you accompanied me back to my building. 
“He’s nice, but I’m not really looking for a date right now.” —I am only looking at you.
“Hmm, but try, yeah? maybe not date, but befriend him. Try to see him for who he is.” I chuckled at your careful pick of words, befriend, in what world did you think I was going to befriend a guy closely involved with you?
And for what? just so it would only be harder for me to escape myself? 
It’s already a torturous endeavor to keep up with your beaming face, walking up to me like an old friend you’ve been longing to see after some time. Friend, is all I’ll ever be. 
With the passing time, I figured, it was better than being nothing with you, right? I would rather have you just close enough, than not at all. I know it’s wrong for me to look at you that way, but it would only be me who knew, I’m sure. I see it in your eyes, how dismissive they are of the light that resides in mine, the light you ignited. You could so easily keep your eyes on me without a stagger, unlike me, fighting all my demons and being very easily lost in a reverie under your unsuspecting gaze. 
“You’re really pretty, you know that, right?” sadly it wasn’t your voice I would hear it from. 
“Eunseok, I already like someone else, I’ve told you.” 
“Yeah, I know that, and I know who. It was a compliment.” 
I had dared him to tell me who if he really knew, and he got it, slipped right off his tongue. Jung Sungchan, three syllables that provoked the fires of my hell. 
But was I really pretty? apparently, not pretty enough for you. 
“I mean, Eunseok wasn’t wrong, you are fairly pretty —but he did tell me you already like someone, do I know him?” you have no idea how badly I wanted to tell you to shut up, to tell you that it’s you, I like you. 
“That’s easy to say isn't it?”
“What?”
“To call someone pretty, and it doesn’t even have to be true.” It’s true, isn’t it? It's so easy to leave those words without a second thought, because they're all words, and deceit is inevitable. Your face molded into a dumbfounded expression, and it scared me. I might’ve sounded my hatred with those few words and so I said, “I’m kidding, and you don’t have to know who I like. It’s none of your concern.” 
I tried masking my regret with jest, but it was all true, I am not your concern. You shouldn’t care, especially when I’m not the one your heart beats for. 
I was a witness of the highs and lows of your relationship, how both of you seemed to lack something in each other’s eyes. At that point, all I could do was look away. I was afraid, so I distanced myself. The blame, the misery, I had not shown intentions out of the ordinary, but my brain ached and quaked from the what ifs and hows, and the whens.
“Y/n? Are you avoiding me?” my breath hitched, and I halted my steps. 
“No?—”
“No? why are you saying it as if you’re asking me?” I gulped, your eyes weren’t as spirited as they’d usually be, and your voice was demanding an answer out of me. 
“No. I’m really busy with my workload, Sungchan.” 
I wanted to yell at you, I’m in love with you, you and the way you cared, just stop caring, how hard could it be? stop caring so I could finally step away without looking back, so you could live a placid life without my trouble.  
I never thought I’d witness you chase after her in our building for the last time, pretty cheek bruised red from a hit you took from her. Was it over? and was it your fault?
“We broke up.” to me, your words sounded tantalizing.
I had no idea what you expected me to do, or say, or react. “Why?” and I had no idea I shouldn’t have asked. 
“I don’t know if I’m being honest with myself.” I didn’t want to believe what I was hearing, and I wish that would be the end of it. “Minjeong is a great person, I know I’m not. I wished I could’ve spared her the time, and returned her love the same way she gave it to me, but she’s not the one. I fell out, Y/n, I’m sorry.”
I shook my head, your sorry stinging my mind. “Why are you apologizing to me?”
You looked down for a while, eyeing the textures of the granite flooring. And I caught it, a single tear dropping down and landing in between your feet. “She’s your friend.”
I looked away from your swollen eyes, allowing the breeze to softly glide over the wisps of my lashes as I desperately searched for anything to reply, “You’re my friend too.” It would only pain me more when you kept apologizing, mumbling through your sobs. “Sungchan, stop apologizing.”
I was bewildered with the continuous apology, and why you chose to be this restless with me. But I guess you got me, even if I was tired, drained to the very bottom, I was still willing to catch the tears that swelled from your eyes with my shoulders. 
Well of course, it was easy for others to see it as something else, and I had to remember I had a friend, a friend that wasn’t you. 
“Minjeong, please, let’s talk—”
“I don’t want to fucking talk Y/n, there’s nothing for us to talk about.” 
Did she think it was my fault? Was it my fault? Are there things I’m failing to see?
But I'm just a girl, Sungchan, I failed to push you away. I felt temporary, replaceable, but you needed someone by your side. 
“Eunseok and I aren’t on good terms right now. He found out the truth.” I searched for it through your glossed eyes. 
Was there, perhaps, some other truth? “Truth?”
“I don’t know what to do.” but I was in no place to tell you what to do either. 
You were dodging bullets, but at that moment I was too preoccupied with swallowing the lump in my throat, trying to lure myself out of your poise. 
I forgot what I had told you, but all I know is that I was seeing you more often than the times you used to retrieve packages for senior Kim, and senior Kim has been away for two years, graduated. Now we’re the seniors, a pair with a piteous reputation to those who have known us throughout our college years. 
“We should make a movie together, you know.” you seemed too enthusiastic for your own good, but still, I chuckled. 
“What are you thinking?” 
“I mean, like an animation since you can draw, and you seem great with storytelling.” 
Storytelling? never even gave it a thought. “Interesting. Let me think about it, I might just consider it.”
“Take your time.”
I never knew just how serious you were. I ended up taking my time too well, with you.
To look back at it, it isn’t too bad of a decision to create something I could look back on and carry for the rest of my life. You were my serendipity, it would only lead me to fall deeper, and I know how much it’ll hurt when it’s finally time for us to part. 
So I guess, thank you, and fuck you for being so good to me, for leaving scars that would only burn when you were no longer in my reach. Your touch was my kryptonite, and your voice was my reason to force myself out of slumber. I’m so in love with you, but my pride would not allow me to. 
A part of me still bathes in guilt. I lost friends for you, for a future I could only dream about. 
“Where are you off to after college?” I tried to calm my pounding heart from the way your hand toyed with mine. 
You spread out my fingers, your thumb softly rubbing against them, “Still thinking about our movie.”
Our movie, that’s funny. “How about a little life plan?”
“You go first, then I’ll tell you mine.”
What was the point, Sungchan? “I have two paths laid out for me, one’s for character design, and the other’s free-lance, you know it.” your fingers glide against the skin at the back of my hand, and in a blink the warmth of your palm spreads throughout my body as it rests on my skin. 
“My turn, right?” you really had to pose it as a question, tilting your head at me, so obviously expecting an answer. I could only, and very languidly nod for I was getting myself drunk with your burning touch. “You know, I really want to work closer with you, so any decision I make, you’d probably see me at work.”
Perfection is a fucking lie. 
Again I’d find myself slumping on my bed, thinking about how easy it was for you to run past me. Now you had all these opportunities waiting in line for you. 
“They want me to act, do you think I’m fit for it? Do you think I can do it?”
If it’s that easy for you to leave, “Of course you can.”
It would’ve been nice if you were more honest, cause for a while you were drawing an outline of possibilities, possibilities of you and I, and not just me, me, me.
Until seeing you was barely a chance, I continued to refuse seeing through your honeyed gaze, afterall, I chose to love you too much, because either way, I had no choice but to let you go. 
Now I sit alone, writing books about the love I never had. Such a pitiful soul I am. I was even oblivious of the many details of this story, because we never talked beyond the trivial things, never about how our eyes longed for each other, or how our hands found each other’s skin that would sear from the sensation, the friction. 
You had moved out of town. I couldn’t bring myself to meet you at the train station for, possibly, the last time. I could only wish you luck through a poorly composed text message, three sentences long. 
the lovers by rené magritte 💌
sorry i couldn’t meet you today, but i wish you all luck in the world. you deserve whatever you have going for you. i’m gonna miss you.
my robbie 🥀
thank you y/n
i have a feeling i’m gonna miss you more hahaha
I had to leave you on read. This time I choose to just not look back. 
And it was for the better. It sure hurts to see you on Tv, to see you deny your dating history, “I’ve dated before, but I’ve never dated ‘the one’, needless to say, I wish I could meet her right now.” —I’ve read all the articles about that interview, that very statement of yours. How fascinating. Acting truly was for you. I could no longer see where we met in your eyes. 
I wonder if you’ve read any of my books, if you had wondered if I ever did pursue a career where I could make use of my illustrative talents —it got me nowhere, but you were right, I can tell a heck of a story, and so I told the world hundreds of them. 
Your foreshadowing of my future was a big stain I had to carry, and hide as an author. But I would keep writing without breaking even in the slightest bit. 
Because I only loved you. I only wished, but never fully hoped, never really tried. 
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“Hmm, are you sure you want this published?” 
“I’m not gonna have it out as is, of course I have to build characters. I just wanted your thoughts. It would make for a good novel, right?” 
You sat face to face with your publisher, Song Eunseok, to ask for his thoughts on this draft you made six years ago. 
“It would —but you know, I’m quite surprised.” Eunseok wore a smirk on his face, one you couldn’t quite read through. 
“Really? surprised?” a low chuckle escapes his mouth, very subtly shaking his head.
He had briefly glanced on the floor beside him, and when he looked back, almost all emotions he displayed were erased. “It wasn’t hard to tell you liked Sungchan, I knew, Minjeong knew.”
“Minjeong knew?” you almost lost your breath, heart racing from the tone of his voice alone. 
“Well, not until she was convinced. She’s just as stupid as you were —I mean, no offense, you’re great, but you’re also quite self-absorbed. Take it with a grain of salt, but it’s the truth if you ask me.” you watched him pour himself a glass of whiskey, and he’d pour you one too knowing you’d need it. “They broke up because of you.”
He’d repeat the same motion, shaking his head and humming when the lines on your face started to show more. “Didn’t any of them tell you?”
“Tell me what, Eunseok?”
“Sungchan liked you too.” and there you would take your first sip of liquor. “You truly were too lost, weren’t you? you didn’t even notice the way he looked at you, and how he talked about you. Just a shame he didn’t tell you after the storm died down.”
The storm, their break up, the demise of your dignity. “Why didn’t he tell me?”
“I don’t know what he had in mind, why don’t you ask ‘your Robbie’.?” you rolled your eyes at his laughter that followed. “Cute nickname, where did ‘The Lovers by René Magritte’ come from?”
Pouring yourself more of the liquor, you’d softly laugh at yourself, looking back at that bitter memory. “I showed him my favorite artworks, ‘The Lovers’ happened to be one of them, and he said it’s so beautifully made, like me.”
“That sucks.”
“I know.”
You both laughed over your wretched past, how pathetic and wrong you were. You were glad you could now see through more than your own lens, it's a whole other journey to discover and open yourself up to empathy, and it felt like contentment to finally reach it.
“You received it, right?” 
You looked him right in the eyes, smiling as you asked back, “The wedding invitation?” he hummed and nodded as an answer, “Of course. It’s what led me to finding that draft.”
He hummed again, head propped on his hands as he caught sight of your gaze, “We should go together, maybe we can ask Sungchan if he’s okay with the story.”
“And maybe we can get him to act for it when it’s turned into a movie.” his laughter grew louder, making you lightly hit his shoulder. 
“Well, at least he could fulfill his wish of making a movie with you.”
“Oh shut up.”
He was quite… the experience. A love that was pure misery. If he wanted to, he would’ve, right? So does it truly matter if he likes you then? 
You looked again at your draft, ink at certain spots were smudged, you remember being all tears as you wrote. 
Sungchan was not your greatest love, but you’ve got to admit he’d led you to a place where your passion could only grow stronger. You could say that sometimes you missed the way he felt on your skin, but it would be just the memories itself, and not him, not anymore. 
Perfection does not exist, and you had to go through all that trouble to convince yourself that it was him. 
Who could blame you? you’ve never met anyone like him, and you never will again. 
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just something very short and sweet for u :)) short question, is this a happy ending or not?
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Chapter 7
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Wordcount ≈ 1.7k (sorry it’s so short)
Warnings: Some anxiety, but not more than that (for the first time ever we just have a feel-good chapter lol)
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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 8, Chapter 9
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Maybe it won’t be as bad as I thought. I have them after all. Come at me world, I’m not alone anymore, I have a family that will protect me now. So give me your worst, I will be able to handle it as long as I have them.
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Third person POV
After receiving encouragement from Han, and the other 7 members, (Y/n) found some courage to step into that meeting room. The hybrid still felt nervous and scared but she wanted to stop being afraid because she knew that with them, with Stray Kids, she was safe. Although, she was a bit confident, (Y/n) still held onto Han’s hand with no intention of letting go. Han gave her a comforting squeeze and smile as he walked in behind her, happy that he could help the bunny feel better. Whilst (Y/n) found the meeting quite boring, she didn’t let it show on her face as she didn’t want to seem disrespectful. 2 hours later and the meeting was over, time for breakfast. 
(Y/n) happily skipped out of the meeting room once the other people had left and it was only her and her family left. “Happy that the meeting is over?” Seungmin had walked up to her and gave her a playful smile. “Maybe,” Seungmin put his hand on her head, in between her ears, and ruffled around her hair a little. “Don’t worry, I find those meetings super boring too. The only one who actually enjoys them is Chan-hyung, or, rather, he’s the only one who tolerates them. But, we all have to go or it would look bad.” “YA! Hyung, stop messing up her hair. It took me 5 minutes to get it perfect” Jeongin ran up and playfully swatted Seungmin’s hand away from (Y/n)’s head, seeing the two youngest acting like this, chasing each other around with big smiles made the hybrid feel incredibly safe, she was at peace, so much so that she even ended up running after the two boys. The other members who were walking a few steps behind all stopped in shock at seeing their beloved little (Y/n) with the largest smile yet, running after the maknaes, while laughing loudly. The scene seemed like something from a movie where a child is playing with their friends. “Hey, wait for me!” (Y/n) shouted as she ran after Seungmin and Jeongin. “Come and get us then,” Seeing Seungmin acting like this at the company was unusual, at home or on variety shows he could act even sillier but never at the company. Perhaps it wasn’t only the SKZ members who brought out a more carefree side of the hybrid but the hybrid also did the same for them.
Seungmin, Jeongin, and (Y/n) chased each other in a game of tag all the way to the cafeteria where they were to eat some breakfast. The rest of the group soon joined them outside the doors and then they walked in as one group. (Y/n) was surprised at how many people there were in the cafeteria, she thought they would be pretty much the only ones as it was early. “How come so many people are here right now?” Seungmin, who was the closest to her, turned his head and looked down at her. “Oh, right. Well, a lot of the idols do like us, go to the morning meeting and then eat breakfast here. Some of the other employees eat sort of a brunch now because they have meetings from 9 am to 2-3 pm if not even later, so by eating a larger meal now, they won’t have to eat during the normal lunch hour and then they can eat an afternoon snack after the meetings are over,” The hybrid nodded her head in understanding, it made sense. If SKZ had this schedule then many others did too. “Are you okay? If you feel overwhelmed by the number of people you don’t have to eat right now. We can work something out and find a time for you and one or two of us to go later,” Seungmin offered her his as he saw (Y/n) looking around at all the filled seats in the cafeteria with a somewhat worried look on her face. “No, it’s fine,” “Are you sure? You seem worried,” “Mm, I was just looking around trying to find a table that would all of us, but I can’t find any empty tables,” “Oh, yeah. As I said that’s common at this time. We rarely manage to sit together during these breakfasts here. But we’ll manage to find a table that will fit you and at least one of us, we won’t leave you alone,” “Can you sit with me, Seungmin?” Seungmin was shocked at the question. He rarely found himself to be the caring, comforting type, he was more the jokester, making things better by joking around but not really taking care of the problem. So he was a bit surprised that the hybrid wanted him to be the one to sit with her, Seungmin was prepared for (Y/n) to ask Minho, Hyunjin, Felix, or really anyone of the others except himself. “Of course, I will,” While he was shocked that the bunny chose him, he was also happy. Happy that he too was a safe space for her. “Come on, let’s go get some food and then find a table,”
Minutes later, (Y/n) was holding a tray in her hands with a plate of [insert food of choice] and a smoothie. “You really fell in love with smoothies, huh?” Chan said from behind them as he picked up his own tray. “Yeah, they’re so good,” Chan just smiled before waving a little goodbye and walking away with the rest of the group following after him. “Let’s go, we’ll try and find something over here,” And so, Seungmin and (Y/n) walked over to the other side of the cafeteria in search of a table where they could sit. Seungmin soon laid eyes on a table with two empty seats, and some familiar faces. “Hey, do you think you would be okay to sit over there?” Seungmin pointed over to the table where a group of 5 girls was sitting and chatting with each other. (Y/n) looked at the table carefully, a little worried that they would be annoyed and think that (Y/n) was just a bother. “Do you know them?” (Y/n) shyly asked. “Yeah, I do. We were trainees at the same time and have done a couple of training sessions together,” “Okay, then it’s fine,” “Don’t worry, they’re really nice,” And so the two walked up to the table, the five girls had noticed them after Seungmin waved to Ryujin who had seen them first. “Hey, would it be okay if we sat here?” “Of course! This must be your newest Stray Kid! Hi, we’re Itzy! I’m Yeji, this is Lia, Ryujin, Chaeryeong, and our youngest, Yuna,” (Y/n) was a little taken aback by how nice the girls seemed. As soon as Seungmin had asked if they could sit there, the five girls made sure to scootch in a little so there was plenty of space for the singer and the hybrid. (Y/n) shyly waved to the girls and whispered a ‘hi’ before she sat down her tray on the table and took a seat. “This is (Y/n), our cute bunny hybrid. She’s a little shy around new people, so don’t be sad if she doesn’t talk with you,” “That’s okay, it must be overwhelming for you, being here. Well, if you ever manage to lose the boys, you can always come to us and we’ll help you,” Chaeryeong said, her kind smile helping (Y/n) feel more at ease around the girls. After that, the Itzy girls returned to their own conversation, leaving (Y/n) and Seungmin to talk just them.  “Mm, after eating we all have some unit practices or individual schedules and you can choose who you want to follow. I think Chan-hyung and Changbin-hyung have a meeting with some producers regarding some song they have written or something, Danceracha - so Minho-hyung, Hyunjin-hyung, and Lixie-hyung, are scheduled to look over the choreography for our upcoming comeback, while Han-hyung, Innie, and myself are scheduled for some vocal training. What sounds most interesting to you?” Seungmin said before taking a big bite out of his food. (Y/n) looked down at her food as she thought long and hard about the options Seungmin had presented. “Mm, I think I want to go with Minho, Hyunjin, and Felix. But I also want to go with you, Innie, and Han,” Seungmin smiled at (Y/n) as he reached out and took one of her hands into his. “There will be plenty of opportunities for you to go with all of us to these things and none of us is going to feel offended if you choose dance over vocals or whatever you choose. So if you want to go with Danceracha today, and you want to go with Vocalracha tomorrow that’s completely fine,” (Y/n)’s eyes were completely fixated on her hand inside Seungmin’s, it felt so soft, so safe. (Y/n) realized that day how much she liked holding hands with the people she likes. “Then, I’ll go with Danceracha now and then later maybe I’ll come with you,” “Great! Okay, let’s finish our breakfast. You’re gonna need the energy if you’re supposed to keep up with Minho-hyung leading a dance practice,” Just as Seungmin was about to let go of (Y/n)’s hand, the bunny squeezed it just so lightly that the singer would have missed it had he not seen her hand twitch. He understood that she wasn’t ready to let go just yet, and truthfully, neither was he. So even if it made eating his breakfast harder, Seungmin held on to the bunny’s small and soft hand. (Y/n) relaxed once again as she realized that Seungmin wouldn’t let go of her hand and so she too continued eating her breakfast, this time with a shy smile as her fingers sometimes tapped against Seungmin’s hand to remind her that he was still holding her.
~ To be continued ~ 
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