#pentagon fanfic

[jae-bummer]

My Idol 3: Part Four

My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

You smiled shyly at the man who was now seated next to you at a small, cloth covered table. Catching you looking at him, he quickly smiled in return before you lost your nerve and looked away.

"What?" he whispered, knocking his shoulder lightly into yours. "I like the attention."

Slowly exhaling you looked at him again. It was honestly like trying to keep eye contact with the sun. When you were with Jungkook, things had fit. He felt familiar to you, even though you had no prior run-ins with him. This person, Hongseok (of Pentagon, you had learned), made you nervous.

Jokes about serial killers aside, he gave you one of the heaviest cases of butterflies you thought you had ever had. Your stomach whirled in circles, trying to adjust to the feeling of constantly falling. He didn't quite click, but in this case, it made things more exciting. He seemed the type to put off a playful and witty exterior, only to treasure things when no one was looking. He wanted to be confident with you, but you were almost positive that he was mentally stamping every moment into a scrapbook that he could look back on. You were surprised he hadn't brought his phone out again.

"Do you?" you finally managed to respond. "Maybe I shouldn't give it then."

"Whyyy," he whined, a small line appearing between his brows. "I like it when you look at me."

"I think you like it when anyone looks at you," you teased.

"A little appreciation never hurt," he grinned. Leaning toward you again, his lips tickled the shell of your ear. "You should let me appreciate you too."

Your mouth popped open while it waited for your mind to manufacture some response. Leaning away again, Hongseok's eyes danced with mischief. Just as you were attempting to make any sound, a shop worker sat down across from the two of you.

"Hello sir," Hongseok nodded politely. "We're here for-"

Stopping his sentence completely, you peeled your eyes from him to focus on the newcomer. Cringing, you looked back to Hongseok. "It's everyone's favorite part of My Idol."

"If by "everyone," you mean Jeon Jungkook and Jeon Jungkook alone, then yes, I'm sure it's everyone's favorite," he laughed.

"Hey," you gasped, naturally protective of your first date. "At least it's more fun when someone is happy to participate."

Hongseok's eyebrows shot up as he smirked, amused he had hit a nerve. "I'm more than happy to participate, but let's correct the rest of it. You," he tapped your shoulder lightly. "Are my favorite part of My Idol."

"Nice save," you laughed nervously, facing the shop worker again. You hadn't realized a harmless joke would illicit that reaction from you, but you made a mental note to put some space between you and the memories of your first date. While Jungkook was easily at the top of your mind, you couldn't let it effect you as you moved forward.

Taking the envelope carefully from the older man who was now smiling sadly at you, you couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Not so enthusiastic now, are you?" Hongseok poked.

Immediately handing the envelope to him instead, you looked up with furrowed brows. "Yeah, I don't look forward to this part at all."

Taking it from you, he nodded. Any further wisecracks had died on his lips as he noticed how uncomfortable you were. "I'll do the dirty work then."

Sliding a long finger beneath the envelope's seal, he chewed on his plush bottom lip as he slid out the card stock.

"Make a match: Guess your date's ring size in just one try or face a penalty. "

"One try!" you groaned, rearing around to the producers. "That's impossible."

"That's the point," one of the PD's laughed. You remained stoic, obviously not in on his idea of a joke.

"It'll be fine," Hongseok chimed, directing your attention back towards him. "You know how much jewelry I have pulled on and off every day? We can figure it out!"

Looking from his hands to yours, you shook your head. "Can't you just hint to what yours is? Like a number between 13 and 15 perhaps?"

(**Note: Korean ring sizes are different from US/UK/EU)

"No assisting," one of the PD's responded quickly.

"Well, that wasn't on the card, now was it?" Hongseok chided, looking down his nose at the production crew. You felt an instant smile paint your lips.

"We will check using our ring sizer," the shop worker said helpfully, holding up a key ring that held what appeared to be two dozen small circles.

"Okay," Hongseok hesitated, wiping his palms on his shorts before extending his hand. "Come here."

Scooting more closely to him, you placed your fingers in his, allowing him to maneuver your palm around until it was ridiculously close to his face. "Interesting," he hummed.

"What is?" you asked, looking around your intertwined hands.

"Your skin is very soft," he asserted, his tone contemplative. "And even your fingers are adorable."

"Hongseok!" you laughed, trying to pull yourself from him. This only caused him to smile and hold on more tightly.

"Y/N!" he gasped in a tone similar to yours. Swiveling your hand again, he gave a small nod. "17."

You looked closely at your own hand before narrowing your eyes at him. Admittedly you hadn't sized yourself in awhile, but his guess didn't seem out of the realm of possibility.

Holding up his hand expectantly, Hongseok smiled. "Your turn."

Nodding, you asked him to spread his fingers apart. He happily obliged, continuing to watch you as you were lost in thought.

"Maybe," he said quietly. "It would help if you held my hand."

"Oh, would it?" you laughed.

"I think so," he encouraged, his tone trying to be convincing. "You never know what kind of idea it could spark."

"Fine," you smirked, choosing to humor him. Sliding your fingers between his, you examined them. They were long and thin, much like him. You knew the ring would have to be bigger than where it would naturally sit on his finger, considering it would have to go over his knuckles. Tilting your joined hands back and forth, you wracked your brain for the possible answer.

"We're talking just the ring finger here, right?" you asked, looking over your shoulder at the producers. You weren't going to be caught on a technicality.

A smattering of "yes" and "mmm," answered your question begrudgingly.

"16," you nodded not so confidently.

Hongseok instantly smiled, his face beaming with pride. You knew you had to have gotten it.

Smiling back, your heart tugged again. You didn't realize it at the time, but his jokes and flirting helped you not to think too deeply into what you were trying to do. Sure, Hongseok didn't have the most robust sense of humor you had ever encountered, but he had unlocked the small ways to make you laugh.

"Let's check," he said cheerfully. Picking the key ring up first, he sorted through the options until he found the one marked as 17.

Extending your hand in his direction once again, he looked at you meaningfully. "Do you promise to love and cherish, through sickness and in health-"

You groaned, flopping your head backwards. "Hongseok, please."

"Okay, okay," he laughed, sliding the size 17 easily down your finger. "There! Happy?"

You looked down in shock. Glancing to the producers who were now shaking their heads, you could only grin. "Yeah, actually, I am."

Trying the sizer on Hongseok's hand went much the same, sans the cringe attempt at wedding vows. You felt like you were floating, absolutely drunk with joy. My Idol: 0, Y/N: 2.

"Shall we get to the real date now, gentlemen?" Hongseok asked, his posture much straighter and chest puffed out. "As we have successfully completed our mission?"

After some double checking to confirm the two of you weren't conspiring to fake your ring sizes, the production staff finally allowed you to continue. Now that you had your appropriate numbers, the shop worker, who you learned was named Jae, quickly handed over two pairs of aprons. It was an odd reckoning, finding someone more attractive once they donned an apron, but somehow, that's what happened when you had tied the strings behind Hongseok's back. He quickly pivoted around, insisting on tying yours, and then taking a selfie to commemorate your cute outfits. If only he knew the things the simple piece of fabric was doing to you.

Two photos and one boomerang later, Jae patiently walked you through the process. As these were meant to be couple rings, he insisted you would have to design each other's. Without missing a beat, Hongseok suggested at least five completely terrible things he was planning to put on yours before you were both given a piece of metal to design. It took you some time, but you had finally landed on something you thought was solid. It was easy when you realized.

"Memory," Hongseok hummed happily, looking over the tiny anvil you were using as a rest for the ring you were stamping. "Aren't you the cutest thing to walk on two feet?"

"I thought it fit," you smiled, looking down at the simple lettering you had pounded out.

It didn't take much time for both of you to finish your designs. The next step led you to filing down the ends of the rings, which Jae then melted together. The last and longest stage would involve hammering the rings into shape and correct size. You were both given small, cylindrical tools to do this and began your forging.

The silence you shared was comfortable as you both focused on your work. You didn't feel particularly inclined to start small talk, not until you thought of something you really wanted to learn about him. Of course there were dozens of things you wanted to know. Hundreds, maybe, but this moment felt special. Just two people doing something small in the universe for one another.

"What are you thinking about?" Hongseok finally asked after the sound of tiny hammers had become a little less grating.

"About how even if you don't make it to the next round, I expect you to wear this ring forever," you looked up with a grin.

"A harsh request, but not an impossible one," he laughed.

"Of course I'm joking," you sighed. "I wouldn't want to ruin your game."

"Game?" he smiled. "You're assuming I have any."

"I have spent multiple hours with you now," you conceded. "Apparently I think you have some. I know, crazy."

"What a compliment."

"What does your dating history look like?" you asked now that you were thinking of his attract-ability. "What led you here?"

"Dating history," he groaned, glancing back instinctively at the cameras. "Well, I know my way around a scandal or two."

"Is that right?"

"It doesn't sound as exciting as you think," he continued. "I went out for lunch with a friend once and apparently we were harboring a secret relationship."

"A secret relationship sounds like a lot of work."

"It is," he nodded. "But coming into this I thought, who would be crazy enough to put themselves into chaos like that? To date multiple idols at once?"

"Gee, thanks," you laughed, trying to remain lighthearted. He wasn't wrong.

"You're welcome," he smiled up at you. "But you're not very crazy at all. Frankly, it's disappointing."

"I could hurl my tiny hammer at someone," you said quietly, looking around the room. "Is that crazy enough?"

"I don't think I have enough money for bail," he said dryly. "We should save that for the second date."

"I get it though," you admitted, picking up on the previous line of conversation. "Why would someone want to put themselves out there like that?"

"I just hate the idea of someone I care about getting caught in the crossfire of my profession," he sighed. "So I thought that maybe if I could date someone who knew exactly what they were getting in to, it might not be so bad."

"I'm not sure I really do know what I'm getting into," you shrugged. You had seen plenty of celebrity scandals in your day and they were never painted in a positive light. When you started this adventure, it was an easy realization that you would be getting some level of hate. You had to admit though, you were surprised by just how much. At this point, you avoided almost all forms of social media, chalking it up to a member of BTS being your first date. That was destined to piss off plenty of people.

"I'm protective," he continued. "Dating a non-celebrity...if this works, I have every intention of being careful with you. Not that you need me to treat you like you're something fragile." He paused. "I feel like I'm not saying this how I want to."

"Then try again."

Nodding to himself, he did just that. "I know the attention dating a foreigner would get me in a normal circumstance. I would never deny knowing you or being close with you, but it's about being incredibly conscious at all times. I thought that maybe this show would cut through some of that red tape. I just want to be happy with someone I can make happy."

"You definitely have the ability to do that," you said slowly, watching him from your peripherals.

For a moment, he paused his hammering to look at you before getting back to his work. "You think so?"

"Mmm," you answered, still not looking up, but smiling nonetheless. You had no doubt.

.

"Did you have fun?" Hongseok asked, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. To capture just a little more time together, you had agreed for him to walk you the few blocks back home.

You looked down to what was your half of a matching set of couple rings. It was difficult not to smile at the small H engraved next to a heart. "You know, I really did."

"And why do you sound so surprised?" he laughed, pulling you to a stop. Unfortunately, you had arrived at your apartment building much sooner than you would have liked.

"I have to go into these things at least a little guarded," you smirked. "Can't go getting my heart broken all over the place, now can I?"

"I realize you had no idea who your date would be when you woke up this morning," he cooed, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. "But I have no intentions of breaking your heart."

"Yeah, well, we'll see what Korea has to say about that," you grumbled, glancing into the lobby of your building.

Catching your attention for a brief moment, someone dressed in all black had just hurried down the stairs and toward the back exit of the building. Tilting your head, you turned back to Hongseok. "That was weird."

"Hm?" he asked, turning to look inside the lobby as well.

"Someone..." you began, but shook your head. "Nothing."

"What was it?" he asked, his brows furrowed in concern.

"Just got a weird feeling," you muttered. "It's okay though."

"Why don't I walk you up to your place?" he asked, instantly catching on to your sudden change of mood. "If that's okay?"

"You don't have to," you said, the natural reply. It was your goal in life to be as small of an inconvenience to those around you as possible.

"I know I don't have to," he implored, smiling encouragingly. "But if you want me to, I'll do it twelve times over."

"But no more than that?" you teased, attempting to shake off the odd feeling again.

"Nope," he laughed. "You ask for the thirteenth and I'm gone."

"If you really don't mind," you said quietly, already feeling ridiculous.

"Of course not," he nodded. "Buzz us in."

Using your key card, the two of you made your way into the building and up the two flights of stairs to your apartment. The elevator was often broken in your complex, but even if it wasn't, you felt too restless to wait for it to arrive.

Finally making your way down the hall, you paused. Surely that couldn't be right.

"Which one's yours?" Hongseok asked, eying the different apartment numbers. He came to a stop beside you, going quiet when his eyes landed on what you were seeing.

"Hongseok, I-" you began, your feet stumbling forward. Your apartment door was cracked open. But why?

"Stay behind me," he rushed out, nudging you behind him. You glanced over your shoulder to Wu and Woo who were finally huffing up the stairs.

"Did I forget to lock it?" you breathed, tiptoeing behind Hongseok as he slowly approached your door.

"The lock's busted," he muttered, shaking his head. Turning around, he pulled you back into the direction you had first came. "We need to call the police."

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[kpopjust4u]

Kinkmas - Day 9: Mirror Sex W/ Kino

Post Date: 9th December 2022 Content: Smut - Pentagon Kino x Reader WC: 1K TW?: Mirror Sex/ Praise/ GN - Reader has vulva/ Ass smacking/ SoftDom!Kino

Summary: You admire yourself so much in your reflections through the town’s windows, Kino turns this into something for both of your pleasures.

Masterlist               Kinkmas Masterlist                     Prompt list

"Look how pretty these lights are," you excitedly squeal, pulling at your boyfriend's hand towards the lights from across the street.

"They're not as pretty as you," Kino cheekily replies, grinning madly as he watches the lights glitter in the reflections in your eyes, admiring how beautiful you really were.

But you weren't the only one admiring yourself, your eyes dropping to your reflection in the window, glowing with the Christmas lights around the town. How you love the reflection of you holding onto the love of your life's hand? How you admire how you looked in the outfit that Kino had picked out for you? And this didn't go a miss by Kino who watches you look at you both in the reflection, smiling to yourself.

Scoffing lightly, "So you like admiring yourself in your reflection, huh?" Kino asks, pulling you close to him, standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist.

He didn't know why but he was so attracted to the way you looked at yourself, smirking as he trails his hands down the contours of your body over your coat. The way you smile at him through the reflection when he trails soft kisses on your cheeks makes him think of many things, mainly about if you could admire yourself like this now, how could you react when you're watching yourself being sent to heaven and back when his tongue and fingers do the dirty work. Or even watching how your face contorts when his hips slam against yours.

And that didn't take long to find out at all. Ushering you home quickly, promising to take you out for hot chocolate and another light show, just so he could try his twisted little idea. Well, that's how he thought it would sound, but he wanted to try it, hoping you would be down for it too.

Getting through the front door, Kino struggles to keep his hands off of you, kissing all up your face and down your neck which makes you giggle, melting into his affection.

“What’s got you all excited, huh?” You squeal, trying to wriggle out of his grasp for a quick breather, and getting greeted by a lustful smirk on his face, the way he peels your coat off your body, throwing it to the side before directing you to the bedroom.

Sitting you down on the bed for the moment, he disappears and comes back holding onto your living room mirror, putting it up against the wall in perfect view of the bed. His hands attach to your body once again, inch by inch taking an item of clothing off your body.

“I wanna try something,” he almost growls when he talks, eyeing every bit of skin that was getting exposed to him every time items of clothing were getting removed, licking his lips in the process. 

“What is it?” You reply in confusion, brows furrowed together as you’re pulled to cradle his lap, skin getting warm to the touch from excitement as your naked bodies press against one another. 

Kissing all up your collarbone, he grips your ass tightly, peering around you to see how perfect you were from behind in the mirror, growling to himself, “You’re so fucking perfect, turn around and look at perfect you are in the mirror”.

Doing as he says, you turn your head, capturing yourself in your reflection on his lap, how the curves of your body are accentuated, smirking as you manage to get a glimpse of him looking at you too which makes your body shiver and goosebumps rise on your skin. 

His fingers trail up your sides, watching how your face contorts in pleasure to his light touches, feeling you starting to get wet on his lap as his other hand trails between your legs.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we? But you have to keep looking at yourself in the mirror,” he whispers seductively in your ear, brushing a finger across your clit to make you react, pleased to see you bite your lip and a muffled whimper leaves your lips. 

Nodding in reply, excited for what you’re in for, you turn around, taking place with your ass up in his direction whilst your chest and head buried into the sheets, turning it so you can still see yourself. Of course, you capture him biting his lip and smirking at your choice of position, happy that you read his mind. 

Making sure to keep an eye on you through your reflections, he gets on his knees behind you and caresses your ass before slapping down hard on the one cheek, making you wince from the stinging sensation. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, how his face contorts in satisfaction, how his dark lustful eyes never leave your body. 

Teasing the tip of his cock at your entrance, he watches your face, plastered with a smirk as he slowly enters you, the pleasure making your eyes screw shut which makes him stop when he’s deep inside of you, “Keep your eyes open baby, look how pretty you are when you moan because my is cock deep inside of you”. 

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he instantly adds when he sees your attempt to do as he says, his length sinking deeper into you after pulling out ever so far, making you whimper and quietly cry in pleasure. 

Quickly, you were finding out that this may be your new favourite thing and Kino was all for it, being more vocal than usual with how he loves watching himself fuck you whilst you’re being pleasured like this. 

It was a struggle, you had to admit, to keep your eyes open to watch yourself as your world is getting rocked, the pleasure being too much, and oh how hot your boyfriend was, his growls to accompany his also contorting face made everything a whole lot better. 

“Look at you behaving so well for me, aren’t you so perfect? Look at yourself, you’re so perfect aren’t you?” He practically chants with each stroke he makes, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

To add to it, he reaches under to circle your clit whilst he fills you up so perfectly, making you completely weak in the knees. 

“Yes, Kino... So perfect... Fuck,” you cry out loud, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes peeled on your reflections despite how much he’s trying you.

Stopping momentarily to kiss down your back, and your shoulders, he whispers, “You are, you really are”. 

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[unifox]

Morning~

~Pairing: non-idol!Jinho x reader

~Genre: fluff 

~Warnings: food and college life

~Words: 422

~Summary: Waking up to that sweet smile is the best way to wake up... If it weren't just a dream...

a/n: Hi! I've been gone for such a long time so here's a little fic I had in my drafts to start fresh this year! Even tho it's short I hope you guys like it!

Here's a Scenario game! in case anyone is interested in asking for a prompt ~Foxy🦊

~Masterlist~

Slowly you opened your eyes to the light coming from your windows. The curtains made the room bright but at least the sun wasn't shining directly on your eyes. Turning to the side you smiled. There he was, looking lovingly at you with a sweet smile plastered on his face.

"Good morning beautiful" he whispered

You smiled back at him and your hand instinctively went to his face, stroking his cheek and admiring his beauty when suddenly

Your alarm starts ringing really loudly, making you jump

You open your eyes and turn it off, looking at your phone and the empty bed. It was a dream... a really realistic dream, but... you don't know who the guy in your dream is. You got up and changed knowing you had to go to college

- - - After your classes ended you decided to spend the afternoon with some friends to wind up. After all, it was Thursday, and every Thursday you guys went to a cafe close to your campus to chat and do some homework together

You sat on one of the tables to save it and also keep an eye on your bags while your two friends went to grab their drinks. You had told them about your dream on one of the breaks and they just laughed at your sad exaggerated expression saying that soon you'll find a boyfriend. It was a thing between you guys since you were all painfully single

When they came back to the table you went to the register to order your usual "Hi! I would like a medium Taiwan bubble milk-" You stopped mid-order staring at the barista you had never seen before in the store. What caught you off guard was that he was the guy in your dream

"Milk tea?" He questioned since you just stopped talking

"Hm, yes, milk tea... sorry" you laughed awkwardly as he smiled politely

When he was done with your tea he spoke up "Have we met before? Your face seems familiar..."

"I'm not sure but you seem familiar too" You smiled taking your tea. You wouldn't tell a stranger, even a really cute one, that he was in your dream and a really romantic one

"I'm Jinho... maybe we could hand out some time? I would like to know you" he said in a shy tone "Yes!... that... would be nice" you answered way too fast for your liking

At least you would have news to share with your friends and who knows... maybe a boyfriend as well.

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[blizzardfluffykpop]

Christmas Tree

Summary: The annual Christmas tree lighting ceremony. 

Oneshot

Fluff, Best Friends to Lovers au 

Word Count: 1,253

Changgu (Yeo One) X Reader

Requested: The 12 days of winter thing is so cute omg!! 🥺 Maybe #7 for Changgu or Kiki? I think it'd fit well for either of them so whichever you prefer<3

Prompt: 7. “Christmas lights can’t compare to how bright you shine”

[A/n: I really hope you like this 🥺💖 it's not my best work. But I still hope you're able to enjoy it; it may be a little cheesy tho. Thank you so much for requesting, Kebbi 🥺😭💖]

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You’re leaving work after a boring shift when you hear your phone ring; you dig it out from the depths of your pockets and see it’s Changgu. Your best friend, who you have slight feelings for, you excitedly answer, “Hey, Changgu! What’s up?” You can almost hear his grin as he goes, “Us right now!” You roll your eyes as he continues, “I was wondering if you’d like to watch the Christmas tree lighting with me?” You grin, “Yeah, I would love to!” He goes, “Alright, I’ll pick you up in an hour, okay?” You nod before realizing he couldn’t see you, “Okay, that works for me! See you later, Ggu!” “See you later, (N/n)!” And with that, he hangs up, and you make it the rest of the way home.

You change out of your work clothes and into something warm and cozy. Before relaxing in front of the TV, the Christmas specials serving as background noise to your phone scrolling. You catch the time and see it’s about to turn to the next hour and pull on your winter coat and shoes. As you hear your front door ring, you grin, “One second!” You hear his muffled agreement before you walk out of the door and see him and ask, “Are you ready to see the tree all lit up?” He grins, “I am! Are you?” You nod happily and follow him out to his car.

He holds the door open for you, all gentlemanly-like, and you shake your head with a smile before sitting in the seat. You click your seatbelt in as he shuts your door, you smirk and reach over and pop his door open, and he shakes his head as you push it out. He catches the door with a sigh and slides into his seat as you slide back into yours. He clicks his seatbelt on before turning over the car and turning on the heat. You immediately put your hands on the vents to warm them up. His music softly plays through the speakers, and you can’t help but feel more at peace as you watch him drive.

Within less than fifteen minutes, you guys arrive and find a parking spot, “Oh, look, the crowd is starting to gather now!” You say with excitement as he reverses into a parallel space and pulls in. “Oh wow, look at how huge the tree is!” He cheers, filled with excitement too. You grin before getting out of the car and waiting for him on the sidewalk, “Let’s find a nice spot to view it!” He nods, and you two walk beside each other. And you ask, “So, anything exciting at work or home?” He hums, “It’s been peaceful, almost too peaceful…” You grin, “Do you think someone is up to something, then?” He shakes his head, “Yes, but no. Shinwon is always up to something, so that’s nothing new. But the others? They’re hiding presents from each other. So, it's leading to more sneaking around and suspicion. It's amusing to see their prying eyes every time someone comes home.” You nod, “Oh~ Where are you hiding yours then?” He grins, “My car. I sleep with my keys for a reason.” You shake your head at him, “Weird but not out of a reason.” He laughs, “What about you?” You shrug, “It’s been boring with the holidays right around the corner. Everything has come to a lull, it seems.” He nods, “But that’s nice, though. Isn’t it?” You smile, “Only if there is something fun to do afterward.” He smiles, “Does this count?” You grin, “Absolutely!” He nods, and you guys spot a place on the side where you can see the tree without being blocked by others and quickly head over to it.

He looks down at his watch, “Twenty minutes until the lights come on!” The two of you sway to the carolers singing in front of the tree and softly sing along. When it’s five minutes til the carolers clear out and join the crowd. And everyone gathers in closer to watch the lights, and to keep you close, Changgu places his hand on your waist, “You okay?” You nod, “You?” He nods as everyone grows silent and begins to brim with anticipation.

When the first stage, the lowest branches on the tree light up, everyone ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’. And the lights continue turning on until it reaches the very top. The golden star glows brightly and shines so beautifully in the night. You gasp as cheers break out in the crowd and turn towards Changgu, “Woah! Isn’t that the brightest thing you’ve ever seen?!” And he shakes his head with a soft smile, “Christmas lights can’t compare to how bright you shine.” If your cheeks weren’t already red from the cold, they certainly were now. You gasp and look down at your shoes before telling him a small thank you, “I mean it. I think your beauty shines inside and out. You make me so happy.” He pauses momentarily, staring into your eyes, “I was wondering if you would want to be mine?” You hold his stare, and without skipping a beat, you say, “Yes, of course. I’d love to be yours if you would be mine as well.” He grins, lifts your chin with his mitted hand, and kisses you softly, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

You pull back for a minute and stare into his eyes before pulling him into another kiss, and he dips you back a bit. You grin as you hold onto him tighter, and when the two of you pull away, you giggle, “I can’t believe this is real.” You tell him softly, and he agrees, “I’m so glad it is.” You can’t help but laugh harder and kiss his cheek, “Do you want to get some warm apple cider?” He grins and sees the stand not far from where you two stand, “I’d love to.”

You carefully reach out your mitted hands for his, and he happily wraps his hand around yours. You swing your arms together as you wait in line. You ask him, “When did you know you liked me more than a friend?” He smiles, “I think I noticed I liked you last Christmas when you snuck us both a cookie from Hongseok’s freshly baked sheet. And you gave me a cute cheeky wink before we both had to hide from him.” He shakes his head with a laugh before continuing, “I think I always knew I liked you, but I didn’t realize it until then. When did you notice?” You think for a few minutes, maybe it was when he kissed your cheek on New Year's Eve, or maybe, it was the Halloween before that. Where you two wore peanut butter and jelly couple costumes that you realized you had more than friendly feelings for him. “I realized I had more than platonic feelings for you last year on Halloween, but I think it really hit me when you kissed my cheek when the clock turned twelve this year.” You smile as you see his cheeks turn red, and he scratches the back of his neck, “You remember that?” You nod, “I don’t think I could ever forget it. Maybe this time, you can do it for real?” He grins, and you pay for the warm cider and walk back to his car, mitten in mitten. And glasses in the other, enjoying your first evening as a couple.

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[cyncialwoo]

Fourth Period J.WS

-pairing: wooseok x gn!reader -genre: fluff (friends to lovers) -words: 3k -a/n: so finals came up and I forgot about it, but here I am almost a month later. I hope you enjoy this!! Sorry I couldn’t attach this to the original post ‘cause somethings not going right here.  >>Masterlist

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You and Wooseok have been friends since your freshman year of high school. You two kicked it off in your biology class. It started as a “helping each other” relationship. You sometimes gave him answers and vice versa. The relationship between the two of you got closer and closer over time and there was change. The cooler outside of him is still there but also shows you his goofy side. And then there were bits and moments when you would see him clam up and get red. Sometimes it was by little things that you couldn’t identify. Either way, he would push it away as if it were nothing.

Things like that made you tease him more about it. Not letting anything go that he did. Even though you would find it cute when he got red you teased him about it. Your heart bested faster and faster every time that happened it was like just seeing him laugh it off put you on a fluffy cloud. Everything else disappeared and it was suddenly you and him in the classroom.

Even though you would spend class time with him there wasn’t much outside of class. Sure there was lunch, but the two of you didn’t have the same period. And after school? You mostly spent that with friends and thought it was too late into the year to ask him. He never asked you either, it was this weird border of close and not close.

The two of you would often talk and walk out of the class together. His class was up another floor and you had lunch— two completely different ways. That’s where it would end as it did today. You two were blabbering something about how the teacher gave out too much work for your good.

“No cause I don’t know how I’m going to finish this!” You said while looking up at him. You were already out of the class. Hopefully, the two of you weren’t loud enough that the teacher could hear.

Wooseok laughed, “Yeah might not do it, so make sure you do it.” You started to mimic him halfway through it. Yeah right like he had a right to tell you what to do. Although you would often wonder how much you would do for him.

You rolled your eyes. “Nice try, but I’ll do it anyway cause I need to get my grades up.”

He smiled at you. “There you go finally making some good decisions.” He turned to look at the stairs. It was a small walk.

“Bye see you tomorrow?” You smiled at him.

“Yeah cause I can’t stand being alone with her,” Wooseok said rolling his eyes and waving back. You laughed and turned to where you were headed.

You plugged your headphones in and walked down the hall. It was still crowded due to the passing period. You smiled to yourself at the way he had talked to you. He could make you fawn over him over the smallest things. Maybe it was his cool personality that made you like him. The way even when it was awkward he always found a way to reverse it. As you were thinking about Wooseok someone pulled on your backpack. You said a small “Ah” even though it scared you. You hadn’t even gotten that far from the stairs. You pulled a headphone out and looked back. It was Wooseok and he was smiling. He had said something about the Ah and you commented on how it wasn’t fair.

“Hey, actually why aren’t you in band class? Are you going to skip?” You looked up at him puzzled. He had skipped before, once following you to eat lunch. It was awkward and didn’t go well.

“No, not really. I just wanted to stall sometime before I have to go there. I really don’t like to go. Plus I stay in the back most of the time.” He laughed and continued to walk with you. Until it would be too far for him to turn back. You turned back and waved him goodbye, again. There was honest confusion about why he turned back. Maybe it was boredom? Part of you wanted to believe that he liked you even a little bit.

You smiled taking that false hope that was there. Maybe it wasn’t that fault in the way that Wooseok was smiling to himself while going to band class. The way band class didn’t seem so bad now just because he got to spend a few more moments with you. Even if it was a little moment it would give him enough to push through playing the violin. It’s not that he was bad at it, it just sucked as a class. He grabbed his violin case and headed out of the back.

Aside from now and then back and forth texts he couldn’t just text you more. Or could he? Suddenly he was on his phone looking back at his messages to see what was the last thing the two of you talked about. Probably something about that class. He clicked on it and he almost wanted to laugh. It was an unanswered cup pong from about a month ago. He answered it just out of nowhere. ~~~

Your phone buzzed and a familiar name appeared on your screen, It’s been so long... Like a month maybe. You smiled to yourself. Maybe it was about earlier? And what even was earlier? It was a good feeling. A weightless feeling that grew in your stomach. It was still a feeling you were confused about. You answered him back. You finally decided to text back? Got that bored? It was true that the chat hadn’t been open in a month and to text him out of the blue. It never crossed your mind. He sent back another game with a cocky message. Just giving you time to practice. Yep. He’s done. Yeah, he was giving you time to practice when you won the game. Honestly, I don’t play iMessage games with anyone else. You clicked on the game and saw him finish it all in that round. There was no way that you could make it. You were already behind him in the game, and you didn't make it. You didn’t make any shots. … Maybe you’re right about me needing practice. You made a downward smile. Even having to admit that he was right was going to get some cocky response out of him and having to hear him? That’s a whole other story. See?? Wooseok is always right and especially when it comes to cup pong. I am the KINGGGGG of cup pong!! 

Wooseok, I am officially done with you. I’m logging off of this phone.

Yeah, you said that but still sent another game of cup pong. Man, it was just too good to change. It was a way to keep things between the two of you flowing and it did. Talking more and more and coming to be closer with each other. You started inviting each other out. You were bowling out with him again. It was something you two could joke about. It was chill competitive and fun. Like most things are between the two of you. You two munching on pizza, or whatever you two had ordered that day. It was something different, mostly burgers. Wooseok loved them then got all shy when he accidentally spilled sauce on his hand. This time there was grease everywhere. It was perfect. Nothing that a little food could cheer you up from losing to him at one point. You swore to him that you were going to beat him up, but then he pouted. By then it was over no one was fighting.

“You want to play another game?” You turned to him as you ate another slice. No lie the pizza was so good for frozen pizza. Wooseok gave you a smirk, “So you can lose again? Anytime.” He let out a small laugh and finished his pizza in a whole bite like that was the punch line. You furrowed your eyebrows, “Don’t be so sure. You could jinx it and I could end up winning instead! Beat the giant! Short people power like your friend says.” That caused him to burst out laughing. Sadly, he didn’t choke on the pizza. “No, you’re wrong for doing Jinho like that. He doesn’t deserve that.” Wooseok stopped you in your track about saying something about Jinho. It was cute when he got protective over his friends. You couldn’t help but smile at him. His eyes met yours for a brief moment before turning away and blushing. He cleared his throat, “Like I said he deserves better. Short people do, so how about that game?” You nodded, “On it! Sir, Jung, sir!” You laughed getting up and fake marching up to the pay counter to buy the both of you another game. You hurried back to the spot when you got another game. You did a celebration dance. “Mission accomplished Sir Jung, sir!” You giggled and went to grab your ball and roll it hitting a seven. Another victory dance came your way. Giggles came from Wooseok as he watched you. Maybe you could feel the same way he did when he laughs at you. He wanted you to feel the same thing that had been growing inside him more and more these past few weeks. These feelings that he couldn’t stop, nor explain. He burned for you to notice him and maybe you had and he was just too dense to see it. Moments like these of the two of you so happy, he wished they could last forever. He pushed another smirk on his face. Be cool. He grabbed his bowl and let it roll. He hit a nine. You frowned because you had wanted to be ahead of him. The two of you ended up being tied wasn’t a good way to start the game with each other. He fought back a smile, but it escaped it. He ended up smirking and you took it as an invitation to press him about beating you. “C’mon! You say you were going to let me win!” You whined sort of laughing at your behavior. Wooseok smirked and rolled his eyes. “I said nothing of the sort only that short people deserve better. That didn’t mean that I was going to go down without a fight.” That caused an eye roll from you. The whole game went on like that. The two of you arguing over winning. You ended up winning in the end and Wooseok swore that he went easy on you. You swore that he was just saying that to save some of his pride. The two of you cleaned up your area and left the place together. It was getting dark outside. Just how long was that last game. You looked at him, “You wanna take the bus together? The main one should lead us far enough. I think I live farther, but it should be okay, right?” “Yeah, and it’s getting late. Wouldn’t be proper to go out with a person the leave them alone in the end.” It was so smooth what he said. And if you were distracted you could’ve missed him calling this a date like there were expectations. “Oh my! Jung Wooseok! Are you calling this a date?” You dragged out the A-in date to mask your fluster if it was even showing. Now, you noticed his face get hotter and you smirked. “I’m just playing! I know you don't mean it,” You said as you locked elbows with him. “Now let’s go before we miss our carriage off to the sunset– oh! I mean bus!” You laughed at that last part. Wooseok laughed too, and the awkward feeling had left and gone someplace else. That last comment from him had you staying up though wondering if he had meant it like that or not. You didn’t let him explain it and some part of you now wish you had. It was slowly eating you up inside. That light feeling in your stomach was coming back and you hid your face. You swore you couldn’t face him in the fourth period Monday. You thought if you see him or even hug him you might not let go. You don’t want to let go of him. Something emotional inside of you craves more of him. Are you awake? Sorry, I can’t sleep. Your phone lit up and your heart beat faster. No way he just. Is he asking for attention? Was he intentional earlier? Is he playing you right now? This can’t be true, right? You blinked a few times and even pinched yourself. You fake cried because even doing those things was childish and you could just imagine him chuckling at you. You wanted him out of your mind. He was driving you insane. Yeah I am Did you run out of people to ask? No, you’re just the first person on my list. Hard to believe.

You shook your head with a stupid smile plastered on your face. This man was pulling all of those strings. And here goes another one. Nah, you’re right. I just really wanted to talk with you. Is that so wrong? Not at all. Was that your heart getting softer? How did it get so genuine so fast? On the other hand, Wooseok was scared. His hands were practically shaking while he was typing. He was scared of what to say and how to make that one move. He wanted to confess so badly, but how could he? He didn’t want to lose this friendship no matter how cliché he sounded right now. He was probably staring holes into his phone. That last message was sent to let him breathe a little and gave him a small smile. That’s good. So you agree? Us talking is a good thing? Yeah, whatever that means. ‘Whatever that means’? Wooseok thought what you meant by that? That you’d feel the same way he did? That you enjoyed his company as he enjoyed yours? But was it in the same way? The conversation ended there. Both of you are too scared to add anything on. After that, no one opened the chat, and if they did they hesitated on what to say. Both of you are confused about what the other meant but still share the same feelings. The confusion and feelings were similar. That paragraph in itself is confusing. Surprisingly, fourth period went well and the two of you got through it pretending as if nothing happened. You completed the homework for once. You told him that it was out of complete boredom from your weekend. And he pretended to be hurt because you were “calling him boring”. Nothing was said between you about the messages. No one messaged after that and it was disappointing, The two of you relied on the other for something. You wished Wooseok had the same amount of confidence that he had that night to text your or that you could steal some of his and just text him. You decided to throw everything away. What happened to your morals about abandoning your date? Oh, so you were my date? That’s what you implied on our bowling day. Why is it always after when you meet face to face when you have to talk to each other? Why couldn’t you have the confidence to look him in the face. Sure you could tease him, but nothing could cover up how nervous you were right now. Maybe it was a good thing that he can’t see you at the moment. I guess you can be right. About that, are you free after school? Asking me on another undercover date, Romeo? You could say that. Once again, another stupid grin ran across your face. The would-be delighted for another outing with Sir Jung. I'm starting to think that you have a sir kink. ;) You knew where to meet him and you were there right on time to see him walk towards you. You let a deep breath out. These are the moments that some people wait for. This was ‘in the moment’ moments, and maybe it was too reckless. Maybe there should have been a warning symbol on this. Or would that ruin the moment? Would that ruin the wave of butterflies swarming inside of your stomach? Or the amount of blood that rushed to your cheeks? Would every detail of the moment be the same? You swore you could hear your heart beat louder and louder as each step Wooseok got closer. Closer to his destiny which was hopefully you. Paying attention to each detail in each moment had time moving faster than it should. He was in front of you now, you were caught off guard by his flustered face. How could he be this handsome and steal your breath away with every second that he exists? You cleared your throat and pressed your lips together. “So where are we going this time?” You looked up at him. You watched his face as he thought about what to say.

The corner of his lips twitched up into a smirk then he let it break out into a smile. “How about a real relationship between the two of us? A romantic one, not a platonic one… If you feel the same way” You watched him his confidence faded and his hand went to scratch the back of his head. Your smile grew a sort of genuine one mixed with the same smile you have when you’re about to tease him.

“I would love to be in a relationship with you, Jung Wooseok.” You let out a small smile. He met your eyes with his lit up. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before locking lips. The kiss was slow and smooth. The two of you felt the moment. When you pulled away the both of you laughed.

“Height is going to be a problem because you’re too tall.” You teased him poking at his chest.

“You know I could always pick you up and run away?”

“Oh yea–”, You didn’t have enough time because he lifted you over his shoulder and ran.

#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #pentagon #pentagon fanfic #pentagon imagines #pentagon scenarios #wooseok x reader #wooseok #jung wooseok

[sunflowersoonyoung]

Hello can I have a random hc about hard dom Shinwon x fem reader? Thank you <33

Thank you for requesting lovely <3 hope you enjoy! this is pretty nsfw so proceed with caution - also, apologies for the wait~

I've always wanted to talk about mildly sadistic hard dom Shinwon

this particular shade of hard dom Shinwon emerges when he’s feeling especially evil

which, knowing him, is quite often

you’ll be kissing him and suddenly he’s got his hand tangled in your hair and he’s tugging

he’s super cocky and loves degradation

particularly he loves calling you a slut or a dirty girl

big into overstimulation, somewhere his sadism really emerges

he’s a big fan of vibrators, I feel like you have a collection of them in the bedside table drawers

sometimes he just slides his cock inside of you and then holds the vibrator to your clit and just fucks you shallowly till you cum around him

will do this repeatedly, only giving you breaks by fucking you properly without the toys

thinks it’s the most amusing thing in the world to watch you squirm, and loves how you just keep getting wetter with each orgasm

I feel like he’s kinkier than the average person

will try shibari bondage with you

super into lowkey exhibitionism

also I definitely think he’s one of the members most likely to share you with another member

he just loves seeing you getting wrecked by someone else

it would have to be someone that matches his dom energy well

would totally just sit back and hold a vibrator to your clit as someone like kino fucks you

I think he’d also be quite into taking little photos and videos of you when he’s particularly in the mood

he has locked albums on Snapchat full of some of his favourite moments with you

(which are saved especially for when he can’t come home to you for a while)

“You’re almost finished, aren’t you?” Shinwon asked. He was taunting you.

With his cock halfway inside of you and the vibrator buzzing relentlessly at your clit, you were close to admitting defeat. 

“I’m not,” you retorted, lifting your head up at him in determination, “I can take whatever, oppa.”

Shinwon laughed, running his tongue across his bottom lip eagerly.

“Cute. Let’s see how much more you can take.”

#pentagon #pentagon x reader #pentagon smut #pentagon headcanons #pentagon fanfic #pentagon shinwon #pentagon shinwon x reader #pentagon shinwon smut #pentagon shinwon headcanons #pentagon shinwon fanfic #shinwon #shinwon x reader #shinwon smut #shinwon headcanons #shinwon fanfic

[seawitch62]

A sculptors obessesion.

Word count 281

Yandere

Pygmalion, a famous sculptor, falls in love with his own creation and wishes to give this creation life. (Greeka.com)

               🍃🍃🍃

         The Sculptor.

With devotion likened to obsession the chisel chips away at the stone. What started as a form of therapy to forget her became an all consuming task.

Wooseok does not need photographs or videos he creates from memories collected and stored.

Often his  hands bled onto the statue barely even noticing as he chipped away. Stone fragments scattered across the room, nourishment such as food and drink consumed as he worked, sleeping and waking at the foot of his creation. His every waking and sleeping moment directed on his preoccupation.

His beauty, his statue, his goddess, his Galatea.

Memories and emotions flood, the dam gates break, his tears drop onto his creation like tiny droplets of rain. 

His motivational force keeps him chipping away, his chisel an extension of his hand, his tool.

The happy times invade his thoughts, distracting him, a time when she was his flesh and blood, now he  only  has stone.

Like Pygmalion he loves his art, the woman who conquered his heart then tore it apart when she left.

Finally his work is complete.

Stunningly beautiful accurate portrayal of his Galatea.

♤

As her eyes survey her surroundings she takes in the fact she is in a cage. Furniture and amenities are present as well as her belongings.

The cage is in the middle of a stone circle, a henge.

As she looks closer at the stone artwork she realizes they are all depictions of herself.

A silent scream escapes her horrified mind.

Wooseok enters his domain.

"Hello Galatea, welcome to my gallery". 

#wooseok x reader #pentagon x reader #pentagon fanfic #pentagon yandere #wooseok yandere #pentagon scenarios #pentagon imagines #ptg x reader #ptg scenarios #ptg imagines

[bp-zb1fics]

i know a lot of people don’t ask for him but i really want to see something for hui. i know everybody says he’s “old” and stuff but he’s just soo fine. I’m requesting a long spicy and suggestive one shot of him with fem!reader. I’m fine with smut aswell. You don’t have to do it if you aren’t comfortable. thank you for your time!

Me and you under

pairing: hui x reader

pronouns: none used but reader is slightly fem-coded (calling hui oppa)

genre: heavily suggestive/smut, fluff sprinklings

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE!!!

tw/tags: teasing, light d/s dynamics, oppa kink, kisses, making out, oral (reader receiving), fingering, non-explicit description of sex, lots of noises

wc: 1383

summary: everyone knows hoetaek is sweet on you but only you know how sweet he can be when the doors are closed.

a/n this took a little longer to write than expected because my condition hasn't been good but tysm anon for requesting! As a casual fan of pentagon, I can definitely agree that hui is a fine, fine man. Happy reading!

To most people, Hoetaek was a perfect sweetheart. 

Your doting boyfriend sported pea coats that always almost ended up draped over your shoulders with coos of “Aish, my jagi needs to bring a warmer jacket next time.” (Spoiler: you never do). And his wire-rimmed glasses that would constantly slip off his nose, leaving you to fuss and push them back up for him. 

He didn’t even need to be prompted to do aegyo to cheer you up or get you to smile. Seriously, this grown man. But you loved him for it. You couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. 

Because Hoetaek was the perfect sweetheart and completely soft for you but in the privacy of your bedroom, in moments when he felt a little restless, when you got a little needy, he became someone else entirely.

“Ah, ah, ah don’t be shy with me now.” He murmured.

His voice, which you absolutely adored, would drop just a little lower and take on a sing-songy quality that had you hooked on every word.

The first few buttons of his shirt have come loose, courtesy of yours truly, and you’re treated to the way the veins on his neck become prominent, how his adam’s apple bobs, his collarbones sharp and chest heaving slightly. You feel a little crazy, wanting to reach up and touch. But you can’t.

“You’ll behave for me right?” His breath ghosts against your ear, dragging his lips against these sensitive shell ever so lightly.

You inhale sharply and nod. He chuckles, keeping you pinned against the mattress. Hoetaek wasn’t particularly physically imposing but there was a certain glint in his eyes that made you feel small in all the right ways. 

“Words, jagi.” You both know he isn’t asking. It’s a demand, quiet and firm and boiling hot in your stomach.

Hoetaek can play the game for hours. And it doesn’t help at all that the way he looks at you leaves you breathless, words almost like air when you manage to produce some.

“Yes,” you exhale shakily as the look in his eyes grows darker. 

Then he smiles, not the cotton-candy sweet kind that you get from him on a regular day, no. It’s almost too sweet, saccharine and sharp around the edges. 

He leans forward, soft and deadly like a viper about to strike and coos condescendingly.

“Let’s try that again, shall we jagi? Will. You. Behave. For. Me?”

Each word he drags out, voice hitting you like a mallet wrapped in plush cloth, tender and dull but impactful. You can’t control how your breath hitches.

“Yes, yes.” Every limb goes pliant as he looms over you.

Hoetaek firmly grasps your chin so that you’re forced to look at his face as he presses further.

“Yes, what jagi?”

He watches as you weigh it out in your mind, letting the game drag out longer and giving into him. Well, he’s feeling a little impatient today.

Without warning, he drags a knee up, stopping short between the apex of your thighs. You get a little frantic but don’t buck down to meet it. Good. He’s not really in the mood to punish you today.

Rather he continues to hold your chin, letting his thumb drag over your lips.

“Say it,” he says almost like he’s taunting you. “You’re not getting anything till you say it. Address me properly, jagi.”

You look at him through your eyelashes, eyes just a little wet as you let your lips form the words.

“Yes oppa”

Hoetaek brings his knee all the way up, relishing in the way you gasp as he grinds it in. His hand abandons your chin to bury fingers into your hair while the other grips at your side, stroking teasingly over your hip bone. 

“That’s right, jagi. Very good.”

He presses his body closer and you can feel him, hot and heavy and firm against you. His lips latch onto your neck, tongue trailing heat up and down your skin. You whimper.

You feel him smile against your skin. Kisses are pressed against spots that have you shivering. Hands encircle your wrists and press them firmly to the sheets. Finally, he claims your lips, your mind going completely blank. He tastes like a sweet addiction, melting into your bones and pulling them apart.

When he pulls away, you can’t help but whine, his eyes dance playfully but the glint remains. You know what you need to do.

“Oppa please.”

He soothes your pleas with soft lips, the corners quirking upwards as he pulls his knee away and you whine again. Hands squeeze your wrists once more as if warning them to stay in place before they move downwards to spread your thighs.

Your clothes fall to the floor, leaving you bare save for one of his oversized sweaters. He presses a kiss on your hip before mouth going lower and lower until his breath is warm against the place where you want his mouth the most, quiet, needy noises escaping you.

He can’t help but run a few fingers between your thighs. You’re wet and messy and wanting for him. A few strokes has you keening, trying your best not to jerk forward. You can only watch as he pops those fingers into his mouth, staring at you hungrily as he hums around them.

You can only spread your legs further as if to entice him to take his fill. He doesn’t react, warm, wet fingers coming to tease where you’re most sensitive. 

“Now tell oppa where you want him, hmm?”

He stifles a laugh when you look at him incredulously before your cheeks tint even more and you quietly say it.

“Hmmm, I didn’t quite hear that, jagi.”

You say it again, louder and just a little more frantic in your desperation.

“Want oppa’s mouth on my…”

That’ll have to do for now, Hoetaek decides, unable to summon enough patience to wait for you to ask for it exactly how he wants it. You’re too tempting, all pliant and nearly bare beneath him.

The strangled sound you make still manages to echo through the whole room as he puts his mouth on you.

His tongue is criminal, lapping over places that blur your vision and leaving you wanting more. Your hips can’t stay still anymore, twitching nearly uncontrollably in a valiant effort to not suffocate him. Sometimes he stills, just humming and sending vibrations up your spine that drive you mad. His fingers sink into you, one, two, three, your eyes wet with tears as ecstasy begins to take hold.

Before you know it, you’re hovering in a haze of pleasure, creeping your way towards sweet, sweet release. The sounds that he rips out of you grow frantic, nearly begging. He knows your body well, much to your satisfaction and despair. There are some days where Hoetaek nearly tortures you, bringing you to the tipping point and drawing you back before you can fall over. 

Luckily today is not one of those days. He finishes you off and you yell, his mouth flooded by your sweetness, smearing it over his lips and chin as he works you through. Your legs are shaky with exertion but you still call out for him to take his own pleasure.

Hoetaek won’t lie and say that he didn’t tremble a little as he sinks into you, watching in awe as you throw your head back and call out for him. He’s the desperate one now, torn between dragging it out while you’re sensitive or chasing his end after having his pants grow tortuously tight while he pleasured you. The latter prevails after you look at him with wet eyes, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him into you. 

His own groans are almost musical, pitch rising as he spills himself. Hoetaek is always so gentle with you in the aftermath. Hands guiding you into the shower to rinse off, a soft towel to wipe you clean.

Moments like this are your favourite, resting your head against his chest as he hums something softly while carding fingers through your hair. Skin against skin, you’ve never felt closer. Before you know it, you’re drifting off, his voice a soft echo at the back of your mind, letting you know how much he loves you.

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[jae-bummer]

My Idol 3: Part Five

My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

**TW: Mention of break-in/pet death (it was a fish.)**

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"And do you know anyone who might want to act maliciously against you?" the police officer asked, his gaze solely focused on you.

"I-I don't," you stuttered, completely overwhelmed. How did they expect you to answer all of their questions when your world was crashing down around you?

"Can we have a minute?" Hongseok asked, tucking you further into his side.

"We need to-" the officer began but immediately halted their words as Hongseok leveled them with a glare.

"I'm asking for a minute," he insisted. "Not the whole night. Let them calm down."

The officer sighed before flipping his notebook closed and motioning for the two of you to stand off to the side. You finally looked up from your shoes and to your apartment door that was now marked as a crime scene.

"Hongseok-" you croaked, shaking your head.

"Shhh," he hummed. You were positive that if he could pull you any closer he would. "I know. Let's have a sit."

Bringing you toward the staircase, he held the bulk of your weight as your slumped toward the carpet. Taking a deep breath as soon as you were seated, you allowed Hongseok to position you to lean against him. For a moment, you were frozen with dismay. Were you being dramatic? Was your reaction too over the top? You knew they were just things...but they were your things.

After Hongseok informed the production crew as to what was going on, you had gone numb. You wanted so badly to get into your apartment, but he was right. The best thing to do was to wait until the police arrived. Once they did, the area was secured and you were allowed to do a quick walk-through of the place you called your home.

It didn't feel like home anymore. What was left could only be described as a shell of what you once knew. Everything had been either destroyed or stolen. Every nook and corner were somehow haunted, the memories of your happiest moments cycling against one another in an attempt to cover up the reality of what was happening.

Whoever had broken in had stolen the most important things, your comfort and security. Aside from that, your furniture was trashed, stabbed, and sprayed down with paint. Vulgar messages were scrawled across the walls in English AND Korean. Your laptop was missing, as was your tablet and several other electronics. The staff had instantly begun tasking you in trying to recall anything that was taken and could be used as blackmail. Luckily, you didn't think you had any. Living in a day and age where things were so easy to be hacked, you tended to avoid keeping anything scandalous lying around. Plus, they employed excellent social media trainers when this whole thing started and you had done a grand deletion of anything questionable then.

The heaviest blow though, had to have been Jinki.

You knew he was just a goldfish, but he didn't deserve to be strung up in your living room as if his life never mattered.

And yes, you had named your goldfish after a member of Shinee, what of it?

"Drink," Hongseok said quietly, handing you a bottle of water that had seemingly materialized out of no where.

You looked at him moodily. "Jinki will never drink again."

"Jinki would want you to be hydrated," he encouraged, pressing the drink into your hands. "And he didn't drink water, he breathed it."

"This is just so messed up," you muttered, humoring him and doing as he said.

"Who would do this?" he whispered, rubbing his forehead. "I understand there are sasaengs, but to go to this level?"

Judging by the words written across your walls, it was definitely a "fan" that was responsible for the crime.

"The online hate was one thing," you said quietly. "I expected it to a certain degree, but I didn't think it would escalate."

"K-pop is such a global and attainable thing now," Hongseok nodded. "There are more fans than ever. I know it's silly not to think any of our supporters capable of this, but..."

"Has the lineup been announced publicly at all?" you asked, tilting your head. The dates were meant to be a surprise for you, but you knew details were commonly leaked online.

"Not that I know of," he sighed. "I mean, of course there's been rumors in the industry of what groups would be participating, but is that really enough to make someone snap?"

"I don't think it takes much to make any given person snap," you muttered. "We could try to reconcile it all day, but really, it's just senseless."

"We can't continue the show," Hongseok said slowly, side-eying you. "Your safety is more important than this."

You hadn't had time to give it much thought, but you figured he was right. The sensible part of you agreed that it was time to shut it all down, but the obstinate part of you pushed in the other direction. You didn't want to give up. You couldn't let the people who did this run you off, but how were you supposed to move forward?

First your apartment...what was next? When would a fan show up at filming and do something even more drastic?

How were you supposed to feel safe ever again?

.

Picking up the pieces of your broken life was one of the hardest things you had ever done.

After the police had finished up at your place, you salvaged what you could and packed it up in a few boxes before the My Idol crew whisked you away to the nearest hotel. To their credit, it was a very nice one that you could never have afforded yourself, but it didn't lessen the sting of the cause for your visit.

And for Hongseok's part, he didn't leave your side until the staff had forced him...into a hotel room down the hall.

To both your delight and horror, the entire show's operation was locking down. You would still be going off the premises for dates (with heavily increased security) but any time a contestant appeared, they would be shipped off to the safety of what had become the My Idol compound.

There was no shutting down production under any circumstances.

You had signed a contract after all, with no escape clauses for this type of situation.

Sighing to yourself, you pulled on an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. Grabbing the ice bucket, you shuffled to your door and gave three knocks. That was the "code" if you needed to leave.

Instantly, you heard the click of your lock (that you weren't allowed the key to) and the door swung toward you. Smiling in the hall was the security officer for the night shift, Insu. "Going somewhere?"

"Ice," you sighed, smiling sadly up at him. Although you had known this man for less than 24 hours, he was already a comforting presence. Standing at least a foot taller, and broad enough to take over half the door way, he was a force to be reckoned with.

And it may not have mattered, but it was worth mentioning...of course he was good looking.

"Optimal time for a late night stroll," he grinned, motioning at you to step into the hall. Walking past him, you tried not to look too long, but it was difficult. While his face was generally unmarred, a long scar was evident from the corner of his left eye, all the way to his jaw. It didn't make him any less handsome, obviously, but added a certain amount of character you weren't expecting. You weren't rude enough to stare or ask, but you were curious of the backstory.

"How's your day going?" you tried, ambling in the direction of the small room that held vending machines and the like.

"Great," he answered calmly, nodding at another security officer stationed by a different hotel room door. You wondered to yourself if Hongseok or Jungkook were locked inside. "I would ask how your day is, but I have a sneaking suspicion I already know the answer."

You felt your lips tug up at this. "It's going better than it was a few hours ago. I think I'm still in shock, honestly."

"That's understandable," he agreed. "Even before today, this world was new to you."

You hummed in response. He was right. Since this show had started, you were trying to navigate new ground, but today had completely upended everything you thought you knew. "How long have you been in security?"

"I did similar work in the military," he acknowledged. "Once I got out, this is what made sense."

"So that means..." you trailed.

"Seven years," he chuckled. "Including the two while I served."

"No way," you gasped, pausing to turn toward him. "How old are you then?"

This startled another laugh from him. "Twenty five."

"Oh," you said quietly before beginning to walk again. "So you joined right after high school then?"

"I did," he confirmed. "I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life and I thought it would be nice to have another two years to consider it."

"Sorry if I'm prying," you winced, worried that you were pestering him while he was just trying to do his job.

"That's not necessary," Insu said. You weren't going to look over your shoulder, but you were certain their was a smile hidden in his deep tone. "It's important that you know who is protecting you."

Turning into the room with the ice machine, you placed your container in the appropriate area and waited. After some loud crunching and getting ice nearly everywhere around your feet, it was time to head back.

"Let me," he insisted, taking the small bucket from your hands.

"It's not heavy," you laughed, glancing up at him.

"Did I say it was?" he hummed, a spark of something playful in his expression.

"Just being a gentleman then, got it," you hummed, allowing him to fall behind you again.

"It's quite literally my job to make this a little easier for you," he affirmed. "But I'll take the compliment."

Walking back down the hall, he turned the conversation your way. After answering a series of questions about schooling and your career, it wasn't long before you were at your door again.

You weren't expecting to feel so...disappointed.

"Get settled in for the night," Insu advised, handing the bucket back over to you. "Hyuk will be taking over in the morning."

"Right," you nodded. "Goodnight then."

"Sleep well."

Closing the door between you felt much louder than it should have. Shaking your head, you tried to clear your thoughts. It had been a long day. It was natural to try to find comfort in anyone that had crossed your path.

"Of course," you whispered to yourself. That's exactly what it was.

..

Hyuk was not nearly as graceful as Insu.

"Sorry," he grumbled, shouldering open the stairway door. He wasn't much taller than you and was likely old enough to be your father. "This building must be old."

"Right," you laughed nervously, stepping around him and toward the lobby area.

Being in one central location wasn't so bad, but you weren't sure how transportation would work.

"He's already at the destination," Hyuk said, as if reading your thoughts. You nodded absently at him as you saw the My Idol SUV already parked outside. Admittedly, you were exhausted. After the day and night you had, it was nearly impossible to fall asleep. The PD's you worked most closely with tried to push today's date out a few times, but scheduling simply wouldn't allow it.

Climbing into the vehicle, you plopped into the backseat, your eyes quickly catching on what was going on outside of the vehicle. Across the street, barricades had already been set up to contain the fans who had evidently found out what hotel you were staying in.

"What?" you hissed, angling yourself to look more closely.

"We've got the situation handled," Hyuk reassured. "They're being kept as far from the building as possible."

"Across the road is as far away as possible?" you whispered, your stomach dangerously close to vomiting what little contents you had in it. "How did they find out?"

"In this city, if you want to know something bad enough," he grumbled. "You can usually find someone willing to give it to you for the right price."

Turning toward him, you knew he saw shock plain on your face.

"Welcome to celebrity life, Mx. Y/N," he sighed.

After a quiet car ride that only took about ten minutes, you felt anxiety begin to crawl up your spine as your driver pulled into a large parking lot. Looking out of your window again, you saw the location for today, the Han River.

"Isn't this too open?" you asked, trying to tap down your panic. "So many people are around."

"We have a specific area cleared out," Hyuk said, his voice more gentle than it had been before. "We will keep you safe."

You swallowed hard and gave a curt nod. If you were going to do this, you had to trust the people around you no matter how difficult it was proving to be.

"Don't let them win," you whispered. Maybe if you repeated the mantra, it would make this whole thing easier.

Hyuk looked at you with a lifted brow. "Good call."

Easing out of the car behind him, you were disheartened. The usual rush of butterflies and anxiety that came before a date were a bit dampened. Of course, it was understandable given the situation, but it also wasn't fair to your date. Or yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you set your feet on the pavement and looked up at the grassy knoll beyond. Surrounded by security and the camera crew, a man stood before a small pop-up tent. Holding a slim box in front of his face, you only assumed it was a man by his build. Broad and muscular, he was dressed in dark, ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. As you drew closer, you narrowed your eyes at what he was holding.

"What's this?" you mused, shaking your head in disbelief.

Your date pulled the box away from his face and gave you a large smile. "Hi, I'm Ateez's San, and this, is a gift from me to you."

Pushing the item away from himself and into your hands, you looked down and chuckled softly. "A new laptop?"

"I heard you've had a rough few days," he hummed, securing his hands behind his back. You glanced up at him, his handsome face wearing an easy smile. "And lost a lot more than anyone deserves to."

"San-," you whispered, on the verge of crying. The gift was expensive, there was no way you could accept it, especially from someone you had only just met. "I can't-"

"Nope," he said, cutting you off immediately. "Getting back to normalcy in a time that's anything but normal is hard. You gotta start somewhere, right?"

"I swear if this starts a chain of dates bringing me household appliances," you teased, looking at him with gratitude.

"Then we'll all be taking our turns making life a little easier on you," he grinned. "One step at a time."

In Loving Memory:

Sea Jin Ki (2022 - 2023)

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[ocean-ai]

Day 21: Size - Hongseok

Pairings: Hongseok x Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1,963

Warnings: Size kink, Riding, Slight Nipple Play, Clit play (???)

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"Babe, I'm coming over and you can't stop me," Hongseok said to his girlfriend over the phone. You were home alone since your roommate went to be with her boyfriend.

"No, you really don't have to." You giggled.

"Yes, I do. I can't let my girl be all by herself when a terrible thunderstorm is about to happen."

As much as you didn't want to admit it, Hongseok was right. You weren’t the biggest fan of thunderstorms, and you knew that if he was there with you, you'd be able to fall asleep soundly. "Fine, you can come over."

"Yay! I'm already here. Would you mind opening the door, please? I forgot my umbrella."

You gasped. "You're here? Oh my gosh!" You ran to the door and opened it to see your man soaking wet from the rain. "Hongseok, you're crazy." You laughed as he took his wet coat off.

"Crazy for you." Then he leaned in and kissed you. You smiled into your kiss before he pulled away. He smiled back at you and said, "I'm going to go take a quick shower, okay? It was freezing out there."

You nodded. "Of course! Go take a nice hot shower and I'll make us some hot chocolate." Hongseok gave you one more kiss before heading to the bathroom. “Oh, Hongseok?”

“Yeah?” He asked right before he closed the door.

“I still have your sweatpants here from last time, I’ll go get them!” He chuckled as he watched you go to your bedroom.

You soon came back with a pair of grey sweatpants. “You don’t have any of my shirts?” He asked, eyebrow raised because you were wearing one of his shirts.

You giggled and looked down at yourself. “I’d rather you didn’t wear one,” then you winked at him. He rolled his eyes then closed the door and took a shower.

You soon heard the tea kettle begin to whistle, so you rushed over to your kitchen and poured two cups of hot chocolate in the matching cups that you two bought on a trip to Tokyo that you recently took together. You smiled thinking about that trip with him. You got lost many times getting back to your Airbnb, but every second felt like a dream.

No words could ever describe how you felt about Hongseok; he meant everything to you. You felt so lucky to be with a sweet man like him. He may have been big and strong, but on the inside, he was very soft. You loved the contrast of your boyfriend. The difference in his looks and personality was one of the many things you loved about him.

Soon enough, you heard Hongseok come out of the shower, taking you out of your thoughts. He hugged you from behind and left a soft little peck on your neck. You smiled and turned around to kiss him. He kissed you before you felt him put his hands on your butt, and you knew that meant that he wanted to pick you up. You jumped and he caught you, putting your legs around his waist. You loved when he would pick you up like this; you also enjoyed seeing his big muscles flex as he carried you.

“What about the hot chocolate?” You giggled before he kissed you. You held on to his big shoulders as he walked through your apartment.

He chuckled. “We can reheat it. I need you.” Then you were in your bedroom where Hongseok gently laid you down on the bed. His plump lips were back on yours, kissing you so sweetly, but needy. You weren’t sure what had gotten into Hongseok, but you couldn’t complain.

He pulled away from you, and since he was already shirtless, you looked at his toned body as he hovered over you. You felt so tiny beneath him like this, but you also felt very secure. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t becoming extremely turned on by how big he was above you. His beautiful body was glistening as his skin was still drying from the shower he had just taken.

You pulled your handsome man down for another kiss and you bucked your hips against his. He groaned at the friction between you two and his dick twitched in his sweatpants. You could feel him harden the more you teased him and you enjoyed being the one to do the teasing this time. Every once in a while, Hongseok would let you take over. Even though you were underneath him.

He trailed his kisses down your body, peppering your skin. His hands were at the bottom of your top, so you moved and took it off for him. He went back to kissing on your skin, hands traveling your body, and finally landing on your now exposed breasts. You moaned when his large hands were on your breasts, teasing your nipples. You moaned lightly at his touch and his kisses. Which were now at the top of your little shorts. He kissed your stomach before he pulled down your shorts and panties in one swoop.

Hongseok kissed your legs and thighs softly. He wanted to take his time with you tonight despite being needy. You hadn’t seen each other in a little while since you were both busy, so Hongseok wanted to savor this moment. And with the added bonus of the rain, it felt extra romantic. His kisses were getting closer and closer to where you throbbed for him, but you stopped him. You were too needy for teasing, you just wanted him.

“Are you sure?” He asked, a brow raised. You nodded and leaned in to kiss him, and his big body was once again hovering over you. You just wanted to feel his body against yours and to have him all over you. It didn’t matter what position you were in, you just had to be connected with him. You wanted to see all of his beauty; and you did.

Hongseok pulled away from you and quickly removed his sweatpants. You secretly hoped he wouldn’t wear underwear, and you were right. His hard cock that was straining against his sweatpants had sprung free and you practically drooled looking at it. Everything about Hongseok was big and it didn’t matter how many times you had seen his cock, it always amazed you. The first time you and a Hongseok had sex, you wondered how it was going to fit. But it did and it hit you in all the right places.

You practically drooled looking at it and how delicious it looked. You wanted to suck him dry, but you were also so needy and impatient that you didn’t want to prolong him inside you. You just wanted him to fuck you and nothing was going to stop that from happening. He leaned back down to kiss your lips one last time and you felt the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance.

Soon enough, Hongseok had easily moved the two of you so that you were now sitting on his lap on top of him. His hard cock was against your thigh and you looked down at it, his tip was red and swollen. He wanted you as badly as you wanted him. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do next, but you also knew you needed him inside you as soon as possible. You were dripping wet and the little bit of teasing that you two had done had become too much.

You positioned yourself on top of Hongseok, thighs on either side of him. He wasn’t usually underneath you like this, but it didn’t matter since he was so much bigger than you. It didn’t feel that different from when he was on top of you. In any position, there was a clear difference between you two and you loved it. You loved the feeling of his large body against yours.

"Ho-Hongseok," You breathed out as you lowered yourself on top of him. He had his hands on your hips, as you slowly took more of him in. He was big and you loved feeling every inch of him go deeper inside you. Hongseok groaned and closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the headboard. You felt so good around him, he wanted to be connected with you like this forever.

You had your arms around his broad shoulders while your hands were in his soft hair. He leaned his head up and kissed you as you began to move up and down on him. When he pulled away, he admired your body as you slowly rode his cock. He liked the way you looked; so small in his lap as you moved up and down on his dick. His large hands were on your waist, guiding your movements. You moved your hands down to his shoulders to steady yourself as you started to quicken your pace.

Before you knew it, you were bouncing on his cock; the sounds of your moans and skin slapping filled the room. You weren't sure if you were the reason for this or if Hongseok was using his strength on you unintentionally. Either way, you loved it. You forgot how fun it was to be on top of such a big man and please him the way he deserves to be pleased. Since you were on top, you were able to admire his beautiful body and that encouraged you to keep going. Hongseok groaned as you kept up a steady pace that had you both going crazy.

Hongseok’s hips were meeting yours each time you came down on him. It felt like each time he would get deeper and you were screaming. You loved the way his huge cock would massage your inner walls and hit you in that spot that had your head spinning. Your grip on his shoulders tightened as Hongseok took over and began to thrust his hips into yours. His strong hands held you in place while his hips were going at a ruthless pace. You couldn’t even think straight, the only thing you could think of was his name and how good he was fucking you.

You brought one hand down to your clit and rubbed it harshly as Hongseok kept up his pace. You could hardly moan at the pleasure being caused by him; your body was his at this point. You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you and Hongseok could too. There was just something about seeing you rub yourself while his cock was going in and out of you that turned him on beyond belief. It was such a hot sight that he could tell he wouldn’t be able to last much longer; not with the way you started to squeeze around his cock. “Hongseok, I-I’m-“

“Go ahead, beautiful, cum all over me.” His filthy words had been enough to trigger your orgasm and you stopped all movements as you came on his dick. A slick mess between your legs as Hongseok’s hips were becoming uneven. The way you felt around him when you came had triggered his own orgasm and after a few more rough thrusts, he came deep inside you. He filled you up before he pulled out of you, his cum leaking out of you and dripping onto the sheets and his thighs.

You rolled over next to him and caught your breath. He smiled at you, before giving you a kiss and grabbing a cloth to clean you both up. When he was done, he pulled you into his arms; you both had completely forgotten about the rain. All that mattered was having your big, strong man protecting you and giving you the best pleasure you could ever want.

#Hongseok x reader #Yang Hongseok #Hongseok smut #kinktober #Pentagon #Pentagon smut #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #hes a big boy #it was only fitting

[kpopjust4u]

Time for comfort.

Post Date: 27th October 2022 Content: Fluff/ Suggestive WC: 1.5K TW?: Cute stuff/ A bit of teasing Request?: Yes

Masterlist                                    Prompt list

Prompts: 56 - “I’m so lucky” 88 - “Don’t tempt me” 162 - “What do you think you’re playing at?”

And that was it, college was over for the semester. Oh, how pleased you were for it to be too, slugging yourself outside of the grounds to wait for your boyfriend to come to pick you up, minutes away after finishing work. Luckily those couple of minutes fly by, a bit of music playing in your ears distracting you as his car pulls up in front of you. 

“Sup baby, you need a ride?” Yanan playfully calls out to you, completely making you jump when the window rolls down, your heart racing out of your chest momentarily until you recognised the grey-haired guy sitting in the driver's seat.

“You’re so silly,” you huff in response with a smile glued to your face, running around to the passenger side door, throwing your stuff in the back carelessly before throwing yourself into the seat.

Yanan looks over at you and he knows how tired you are, just taking placing a hand on your thigh once he takes off, letting you have a moment to be at peace, leaving the college behind.

The music plays quietly in the car as his hand sticks to your thigh like glue, your hand on top of his as you trail little circles on it, admiring your boyfriend like he was the most perfect person in the world, and he was in your eyes. You felt incredibly lucky to be able to call him yours, knowing other girls would happily give up their limbs to have him. But he chose you, you don’t know why, but he’s just as obsessed with you as you are with him. 

“Are you ready to move?” Yanan asks then a small chuckle following his question as he looks at you in admiration at your tired state. Your head flushed against the headrest as you slowly turn to look at him, a pout on your lips.

You weren’t but you couldn’t sit in the car all day, looking at the front door to your house, it seems so far away. You shake your head at him, laughing when he shakes his head back at you, rolling his eyes playfully before he gets out.

Then your door opens, his tall figure beside you as he holds his hand out for you to take, “I’ll get your bags, come on,” he coos, rubbing his thumb against your hand when you take it, giving it the pull to get you to move.

It takes a little moment to find the will to, but the soft tugging on your hand was enough to get you to move, eventually. He places the softest and sweetest kiss on your forehead before going into the back to grab your bags, letting you lead the way into your house.

Sluggishly, you move towards the door, waiting for him to pull out the keys to unlock the door, staying very close to you as he practically sticks to you like glue, hand on your hip as you move through the hall.

Leaving your shoes and bags by the door, you barely move towards the couch, falling onto it like you had lost your balance, but that was on purpose. Huffing as you stare at the ceiling soon to be replaced by your boyfriend’s handsome face, looking down at you with a curl on the edges of his lips.

“You really are tired, aren’t you?” He speaks so softly, voice like a lullaby, almost able to send you to sleep if he continued to talk. That combined with the way he gently scratched your head, could make you drift off within seconds.

All you could muster was a slight nod, the same pout making a return on your lips as you pull him down close to you on the couch, making him lay on you as his warm body connects to yours. 

“I don’t want to do anything now~” you whine quietly into his hair, his chuckle vibrating on your chest as he circles the exposed skin on your waist with his fingertips.

“We won’t do much then, I promise. But you have to stay awake until at least after dinner,” he adds, unable to resist continuing laughing at your lack of an attempt at a negative reaction, a sigh coming through your nose.

With him flush against you, cuddled up on you as you just rest there, enjoying the moment, a smile creeps onto your face, the feeling of luck coming back to you, “I’m so lucky,” you mumble, his hug getting tighter around you.

“No, I’m the lucky one,” he reacts, making you blush slightly as he looks up at you, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose and then onto your lips, pecking them so gently as you indulge at the moment. 

Thinking it was just going to be a very sweet moment, Yanan gets a little too excited, turning the pecks into something a little more heated, his lips molding against yours with pace, a bit of tongue to add to the mix.

Then nothing. He goes back to giving you little pecks, then peels his body off of yours, pinching your cheeks before he gets to his feet, leaving you slightly confused at the sudden outburst of heated kisses. 

“Do you want a coffee?” He asks like he didn’t just have his tongue down your throat, smiling at you sweetly. He’s so irritably irresistible, his smile continues to warm you up despite his body not being on yours.

Coffee? That sounds perfect to you right now as you suddenly get a bit of energy, sitting up straight on the couch, nodding frantically with pleading hands clasped in front of you. 

The smile on his face never disappears, only getting brighter at your reaction, scoffing happily at you, “Alright, I’ll be two minutes unless you have the motivation to come to join me in the kitchen”. 

As much as you wanted to stay on the couch, you wanted to be around him, especially after a long day. You jump to your feet, then you’re lifted off the floor, onto his back as he carries you into the kitchen, wanting you to not waste the last bit of energy you had left. 

With your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you rest your head on his, enjoying not having to be on your feet but bounds of energy hit you at the weirdest times, starting to poke his cheeks, pinching them as you coo at how cute they were.

“What do you think you’re playing at?” He scolds playfully, teasing you back as he pretends he’s going to drop you, laughing at your reaction when you tighten your grip around his shoulders.

The cold of the countertop makes you shiver when he carefully places you down on it, turning around to place himself between your legs, cupping your face as he plants a few more kisses on your nose, getting you back for pinching his cheeks as he does the same thing to you.

You try to swat him away, but give up, pouting as you look up into his eyes, unable to hold back a laugh and a smile when your eyes meet his, pulling him in for another kiss on the lips. 

“Do you want this coffee or not?” He cocks an eyebrow at you as he pulls away, the famous pout making its way back onto your face as you reluctantly let him go, watching him walk inches away from you, his back turned to you as he fills up the coffee pot.

Luckily he was close enough for you to be able to reach to kick him lightly in the butt every so often, receiving a quick glance from him, unimpressed but he smiles anyway, just being glad that you have a little energy. 

As you continue to do it, he fully turns to look at you, watching a mischievous grin grow on your face as he steps towards you slowly, hands gliding up your thighs, “What do you want?”.

“You,” you reply, biting your lip, still feeling the aftermath of the short-lived makeout session from earlier, watching him roll his eyes playfully as he kisses you just once before turning back to pour your coffee.

“I’m sitting at a perfect height for it, if you get my drift,” you tease a little, singing slightly as you continue to kick his butt lightly, his head dropping as he tries his best to not laugh at your attempt.

With your coffee in hand, he turns around, holding it close against him as he watches you blush at him, “Don’t tempt me,” he winks, handing you your coffee carefully as you take it, the scent instantly hitting your nostrils and that in and of itself is enough to give you a little energy boost. 

“Come on, let’s go chill out and watch a film,” he giggles, gently pulling you down from the coutnertop, making sure that you had the coffee secure in your hand, “Maybe, just maybe, if you still have a little energy later. You can have me all you want”.

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[starlitmark]

Summary: After your hookup with Changmin, you thought you’d be in the clear for hookups. Then you run into someone new. Pairing: Hyunguu (Kino) x fem!reader Tropes: spring break au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: oral (f receive), praise kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dom-sub undertones Word Count: 1,337

Chapter 4: A little pain never killed anyone. ៚ WITT Masterlist ៚ Chapter 6: If there’s a will, there’s a way.

You’ve been texting with Changmin almost non-stop since yesterday. Despite how alluring he is sexually, there’s some electric zing between you. You don’t know what it is, but it’s fun. You’re just wandering around the town observing. Things have changed a lot since you came here as a child, in both good and bad ways. Your friend who owns a cafe mentioned that there’s a bit more foot traffic around. Neither of you can really be sure why that is, though.

That’s when you see him. You don’t know who he is but know you’ve never seen him. He’s eyeing you up, and while you don’t feel nearly as drawn to him as you did Changmin, you do still feel drawn to him. You whip out your phone and navigate your way to Changmin’s text message thread.

You || would you care if I hooked up with someone?

Changminnie || I can’t stop you from doing anything. I don’t own you, princess. || Just know I’ll turn your ass red again cause I don’t like sharing very much.

You || No? || Why not? Sharing can be fun sometimes! :P

Changminnie || Behave yourself and have fun, pretty.

You don’t know why you’re seeking out his permission, but the confirmation that you can approach this stunning man makes your heart swell. Just something about Changmin makes your head spin and your heart beat fast. You saunter your way toward the pretty man. He seems rather pleased that you’re coming to him. A smirk gently rests on his pretty lips as if he knows what’s coming.

“Hi there, I saw you looking at me from over there,” you nod your head toward the direction you came from, “Could I help you with something?” “In fact, you can, if you’d like that.” he confirms with a suggestive lilt to his voice, “I’m a little bored, we’ll say. Wanna do something that’s more entertaining than wandering the town?”

You nod and bite your lip to control a smirk from taking over. You turn on your heel and walk in the direction of your small bungalow. You look over your shoulder and see the man following behind you, almost akin to a puppy following its owner. It’s cute. You stop in your tracks and allow him to catch up to you. When he does, his hand falls to hold onto your hip on the opposite side of him. The touch burns hot on your skin in the best way possible. It’s present enough to make you aware of it but gentle enough that it’s almost comforting in a way.

“How about you tell me your name, pretty boy?” you giggle.

“Hyunggu.” he replies with a gentle smile, “You won’t need to worry about that though, angel. You’ll be brainless beneath me in about five minutes.”

“Bold of you to assume that.” you smirk up at him, “We’ll see how good you can do.”

You seem to have stunned him with your rather presumptuous tone and words. It amuses you more than anything. The rest of the walk to the beachfront house is filled with continuous flirtatious and suggestive comments. It’s a nice change compared to how flustered Changmin made you yesterday. Though, you can’t seem to choose which you prefer between the two. Maybe, you don’t want to admit it.

You get to your bungalow no later and unlock the small house. You allow him to walk ahead of you while you close the door behind you and slip off the light sweater you had been wearing. You tell Hyunggu where the bedroom is, and he’s off to the room without a second thought. The moment you enter the room, you can tell something in the air has changed. You approach the bed where Hyunggu is waiting, scrolling on his phone to seem unbothered; you know it’s a facade, though. You sit on the bed beside him, and he looks at you with gentle eyes.

“Hi, pretty, could you do something for me?” he asks softly.

“Hmm?” you reply, leaning toward him slightly.

“Strip for me and get comfy, beautiful.” he requests, placing his phone on one of the nightstands.

You smile slightly and do as he asks. Your ass still hurts slightly from how much Changmin smacked it yesterday, but it’s a pleasurable kind of pain that you wouldn’t change for the world. You watch as Hyunggu slowly takes off his clothes, too, and rejoins you on the bed. He fits his frame between your legs. You sigh and close your eyes as he starts running kisses down your neck and chest. He continues until his kisses run along your thighs. You look at him when he stops suddenly. His eyes are on the subtle bruises your previous hookup left behind.

“You’ve been busy, I see.” he comments.

“So what if I have?” you ask, a bite to your tone.

“Nothing, beautiful. Nothing at all.” he reassures you.

He continues placing kisses along your thighs, holding them apart, so he also has a perfect view of your core. His lips travel closer to where you need him most but never arrive. He chuckles when you whine and try to get him where you want.

“Did you want something, angel?” he smirks.

“You’re teasing me, and it’s not nice.” you pout, “Touch me properly, please?”

His kisses finally come in contact with your clit, and your hands fly down to be buried in his hair. He takes his time kissing and licking you, eventually adding his fingers to the mix to heighten your pleasure more. You release little whimpers and moans into the air, letting him know you’re enjoying what he’s giving you.

“Such a pretty pussy.” he sighs, “Bet you’ll take me so well.”

“Please?” you ask again, “Hyunggu, please.”

“You sound so pretty asking me so nicely too. Let me hear it one more time. Then you can have what you want.”

“Please, Hyunggu. Fuck me, please.”

He moves to be fully above you, “You okay if I fuck you raw?” “I’m clean. As long as you’re clean too, I don’t mind one bit.”

Within moments he’s fully sheathed inside you. He groans quietly and whispers sweet, praising comments to you. He has a slow even pace to ensure you’re adjusted to him fully. Your fingers dig into the skin of his shoulders, silently asking him for more.

“Fuck,” he moans, “you’re such a good girl. So fuckin’ pretty, too, bet you’ll look even prettier with my cum dripping out of you.

You whimper at his words, “Hyunggu, I want that so bad. Please fill me up.”

Your eyebrows furrow together in pleasure. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, gently nipping at the skin. One of his hands reaches down to toy with your clit. You let out a proper moan for the first time, and he groans in appreciation. Hyunggu has an unending stream of praise and comments about breeding you falling from his lips. As his pace grows faster, albeit slowly, his words get more sweet and filthy simultaneously. Your hands travel from his shoulders up into his hair, gently holding onto it as a means to control yourself.

“I’m gonna cum, pretty. Will you let me breed you? Fill you up with my cum?”

“Yeah, fill me up. You said it yourself. I’ll look so pretty with your cum dripping out of my pussy.” you moan back.

With a few more punctuated thrusts, he holds his hips flush against yours. His breath is uneven and shallow as he paints your walls white with his cum. He continues to play with your clit, guiding you closer to your own orgasm. When it does hit, you’re hit by a tidal wave of pleasure. You writhe underneath him and feel yourself thrusting yourself onto his cock more. He hisses at the sensitivity but doesn’t stop you, either. Once your high subsides, he pulls out, keeping an eye on your pussy.

“Fuckin’ knew it. Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous with my cum in you.”

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[compacflt]

don’t tell anyone but im touring the pentagon today 🤫 can’t wait to find out so many Interesting Facts that prove my military fanfic inaccurate, sometimes existentially! (btw that is a phenomenon that happens to me twice a week on average)

#I LOVE WORKING IN DEFENSE I LOVE WORKING IN DEFENSE I LOVE WORKING IN DEFENSE #every other day learn some new interesting tidbit that makes me go ‘oh. my icemav fanfic would be impossible irl.’ #one week left of my summer mil industrial complex internship 😔 #got to learn how the sausage is made. & occasionally made some sausage. the more you know. #life is abundant & rich & full of strange people & strange perspectives & strange contradictions #will report back post pentagon tour. #at the very least i already know im gonna have to edit the wwgattai epilogue for the 50th time

[blizzardfluffykpop]

PENTAGON Masterlist

Old writing style: 🖤 (It’s because I never edited in the beginning and now my new writing is edited :)

Everything unmarked is fluff

Updated: 1/16/24

*I don’t write for Dawn anymore because he is almost a married man (I am so proud)*

Main Masterlist

Series:

Do or Not [Completed]

Oneshots:

Hui:

New Year

Backseat Bingo [Siblings Shinwon and Changgu]

Lover Boy

Jinho:

Letters

Hongseok:

M&M’s

Shinwon:

The Ko’s Arcade

Wish Granted

Park Date

Found You

Snow Fight

Changgu (Yeo One):

Carnation

Christmas Tree

Dishwasher

Yanan:

Truly Yours

Yuto:

Wonder No Longer

Hyunggu (Kino):

Senior Math [Mentions: Seungkwan and Moonbin as best friends and Myungjun, Jinwoo, and Jinho as close friends]

By My Side (Long Fic)

Wooseok:

Basement [Mentions: Yanan and Ten]

Three Strikes, You’re Out [Featuring: Older Brother! Shinwon and mentions: Kino]

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[cyncialwoo]

Hot Sugar Y.HS

-pairing: hongseok x female!reader

-genre: smut, angst, enemies to fwb to fake dating to lovers?!

-words:6.6k

-warnings: alcohol consumption

-a/n: Hi it's me again after a while later. I re-read this and I am eating it up, so I hope you guys will enjoy it too! It's longer than my other work, so that's also exciting. I plan to bring you guys something fresh too. I'm figuring out an idea now... I have like three? >>Masterlist

There was always some sort of jealousy toward those with easy access to success and money. There was frustration on why could they be born into it, and you have to work so hard only to receive a slither of the life that they were living. At this point complaining about working wasn’t enough. You had to drown it out with alcohol too and seriously your bank account was going to burn along with your throat for the amount of alcohol you were consuming. You threw your head down onto the counter letting out a groan of frustration, nothing was calming right now. You picked up your head from the counter rolling your eyes because of your empty glass being refilled. The last thing you need is a guy who thinks that he could get any woman he wants.

You searched the bar trying to meet with someone else’s eyes. A certain man with wavy dark brown hair taking a sip of his drink met your eyes. You darted your eyes away from him, the intensity of his stare was too much. He only took it as an invitation to move from his spot to the empty seat next to yours. By the time you lifted your head, he was next to you causing you to have a confused look on your face. You were sure you had blinked a couple of times before he began to speak to you. He was so pretty too and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you started to lean towards his face closer and closer until he stopped you. He looked down at you and smiled with a chuckle. Something along the lines of “How Cute” escaped his lips. That wasn’t something you took too lightly and even worse when you had less of a hold on your tongue. Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked up at him. You opened your mouth but at first, nothing came out. You closed it and licked your lips before opening it again to say, “Calling me cute isn’t going to get me in bed with you, sir.” The corner of his mouth irked up a bit higher as if he liked it. You huffed again now getting irritated with the stranger who spoke none to you but just acted. So you just pushed him again. “Seriously, just give me an answer! Stop being a coward and just talk to me!” You honestly didn’t understand why you said what you said. Maybe you were lonely and craved his attention. 

There he went again, starting to laugh at your short fuse. He made you feel so small and you weren’t quite sure if you liked it or not. The way he just stared at you intently riled up something hot between your legs. Your body was on fire and wanted to inch more toward him, but your mind said no. “Seriously, it's not funny!” You said again but it seemed not even to reach his ear. His grin grew again. “It is when you’re huffing over something that might all be in your head. And has anyone ever told you that you’re so pretty when you’re frustrated?” His hand caressed your cheek and slipped under your chin lifting it. You let him do that to you while watching his eyes the entire time. You lost a couple of breaths along the way.  

His eyebrow lifted as if he was expecting you to answer that question of his right before he decided to take your breath away. You wanted to smile or to laugh– if you were sober, but now everything just gave in to him. Your whole body gave into him. “No... no one’s ever told me that” Your eyes strayed didn’t away from his, still wanting more. “I could tell you so many beautiful things about yourself if you would just follow me.” He smiled and the hand that rested on your chin went down to your hand and held it. You nodded slowly. You barely knew him yet there was so much enchantment in this stranger. Following him wherever he went could be dangerous, but you didn’t care. You needed to see where this went. You told yourself that you couldn’t live without knowing what would come next. 

Your movements out of your car were hazy. You just remember it was a nice car. Something that you could never afford in your life. You clung to his arm the entire ride. He drove so fast that everything looked like a picture of a fast-moving moment. Your body is still hot and excited as his skin touches yours. His smirk stayed on his lips every time you looked over at him to make sure that he was still there.

He didn’t take you to his apartment like you thought he would. Instead, the two of you stepped into this fancy hotel you had heard of before, but now you couldn’t remember the name of. Everything was so sparkly—the hatred of those who had more money than you hadn’t quite hit you yet. Nothing to stick to your morals hit you yet. Just how much liquor did you have that you gained this wonder of living a fairy tale? Your arm is still attached to his, the two of you walked to the elevator and up to a suite.

Hongseok stood back and watched you as you walked into the suite. Your eyes lit up as you pranced around the room still not believing you were there. You felt like a kid in a fairytale, something you would have dreamed about as a little kid. You walked up to him and kissed him on his lips so softly. He kissed back, but there was more hunger in his kiss. His hands went from your shoulders to your elbows to your waist. He lifted you to carry you and your legs wrapped around him. He kept his hands under your thighs as he led you to the bed. His lips smoothly glided across your own. You smiled into the kiss letting your hand touch his hair. His curls felt so soft in your hands. 

He laid you on top of the bed and pushed you down. His lips went for your neck leaving wet open-mouthed kisses. It was sloppy, but it felt so good. How could you not take in this drug that he was offering you? You pulled his hair in your hand bringing him closer to you and kissing him harder. His attitude changed and he got only hungrier for you, his hands rushed to the buttons of your shirt and began to unbutton your shirt. 

You let out a gasp when the cold air of the room hit your bare torso. Your hands grasped Hongseok’s hair tightly. You pulled him closer as a way to tell him that you needed more of him. You couldn’t get enough of this man—his hair, eyes, and mouth, especially his mouth. You could only imagine what more he had in store for you. 

You tapped his shoulders getting him to look up at you with a slightly confused face. You stared into his eyes for a moment. They were so pretty and dragging you in as you could just pull him closer and kiss him. That’s what you wanted to do, so that’s what you did. You gripped his shoulders pulling his body closer to yours. You were unaware of where this amount of need was coming from. Maybe it was the built-up stress from work or the hate towards rich people you kept inside. Either way, there was a fire burning inside of you, and no way it was going to be put out so easily. Your hands reached down to his jeans to undo them. You swore that if he had them on any longer it was going to kill you. Hongseok stepped back to completely strip in front of you. He motioned you to do the same which you did. The attachment to this man came too fast. He closed the space between the two of you again. Lips attached and flew to what you would describe as heaven on earth. He laid you on your back and kissed your neck as your hand reached down to line him up. He pushed in and let out a deep breath. Your lips met again as he started a slow yet rough pace. His lips went back to your neck. His hands gripped your waist and your back arched trying to have all of the space between the two of you closed—body on top of body. One plus one equals one right? You bit his shoulder and whispered for him to go faster. 

He lifted his body from yours to your dismay and pounded into you. His right hand gripped the sheets while the other held your waist. You’d probably have bruises there in the morning. Your vision was blurring more and more as you felt a knot growing. Your nails dug into the skin of his arm earning a groan in response. That enough pushed you over the edge and your body shook as you came down from your high. Your eyes were closed and all you could see was darkness as  Hongseok pulled out and spilled his seed on your stomach. You drifted slowly to sleep listening to Hongseok move around the room. You swore it was the alcohol that made you sleep so soundly.

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When you woke up you were in another man's arms. Nothing from the previous night stuck to your mind. You jumped up from his arms waking him up. You were panicking looking around the room. Why were you in this fancy hotel? How did you get here? Judging by the guy next to you it must’ve been him, but why? How could this rich guy take so much interest in you? 

You tried to move slowly out of the man's arms. The man tightened his arms around you leaving opened-mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulders. “You’re not leaving me that fast,” he said as he buried his face in your neck.

You shook him off of you, “I don’t even remember–” You turned around to meet his eyes. “You’re that cute guy from the bar!” You saw the guy chuckle. “That I am... My name is Hongseok since you don’t know.” He smiled at you. You nodded at him and slowly backed away.

“I don’t remember what happened last night either and I’m going to take my leave now. It was nice having this arrangement between us. Sorry, it couldn’t be extended, but I have somewhere important to be…” You got up covering yourself with an extra sheet while gathering your clothes, You avoided the man–Hongseok’s gaze that you could feel on you. You turned around and waved him bye before slipping around a corner and dressing. You were double-checking to see if you forgot something. You honestly didn’t want to have to come back here. You noticed you didn’t have your purse with the things you needed to get home. You really didn’t want to see him or ask him. Although you had no choice but to.

You groaned and came out from the corner tucking loose hair behind your ear. “Hey, uhm… Hongseok? Do you know where I put my purse?” You didn’t look him in the eye. “Your purse?” Hongseok kept his stare on you. He looked away while raising his eyebrows. You followed his gaze to where your purse was. It was sitting perfectly on top of a chair unlike how you found your clothes. You glared at him for a second before retrieving it. Something about it felt off, but you weren’t sure what. He couldn’t have stolen anything. Why would he when he had a lot of money to spend on this suite? 

You swing the purse over your shoulder. You were still unsure about his intentions but didn’t want to seem too curious in front of him. “Thank you for last night.” You put on your best smile before walking out.

That was it. He let you walk out, watching your every move with his cocky, yet admiring glare. You kept on walking until you caught a taxi to your apartment. You sighed and looked into your bag to notice a wad of cash. That ticked you off. First of all, you weren’t selling your body to him, and you were pretty upset he’d take you for that. Even if it was indirect it seemed like an insult. Either that or just that you thought every rich person was arrogant.  When you got home you put the money away in a drawer. “For safekeeping”, you told yourself. The truth? You were disgusted by how he gave it to you. That’s probably why he was staring at you so hard. Like you were a game to him. You shook your head. The guy's memory slowly came back as you went around the apartment doing small chores you neglected during the week. You swore to yourself you were going to stay away from the bar for now. 

.

That promise didn’t stick because you were back at the same bar by two weeks as if the interaction wasn’t that important– to you at least. Hongseok had taken his liking to you and that one interaction still didn’t seem enough for him. His time with you that morning didn’t seem enough for him and he had been checking around for you. Maybe he gave the bartender a little extra just to tell him when you had arrived. Was his attraction to you that bad? Yes, yes it was. And that’s why twenty minutes later after you arrived Hongseok was already in the seat next to you.

You were caught up in some thoughts, mad about something that happened at work. Even if it was minor it ticked you off and you found it better to drown it in alcohol. That somehow made problems seem less important to you. That’s why Hongseok became to you a less critical problem you had. You hadn’t noticed him right away and he wasn’t very patient. Or well to him, he had been patient for two weeks.

“Why didn’t you call? I left you my number after all. It’s not something I do to just anyone.” Hongseok leaned into you, so when you turned your head to look at him he was already so close. He stared into you like his eyes were begging for an answer and it was almost cute. 

Almost. 

“Didn’t feel the need to,” you said as you took a sip of whatever was in your cup. Just when you needed to cool off steam he came. He still made you irritated and it showed on your face. The crack of his smile when he noticed how pissed you were pissed you off even more. “You know I might actually have called you back if you didn’t insult me so by giving me money. Thanks, but I don’t need it.”

Now it was his turn to become cocky. “Well, I thought you might have because, darling, all this alcohol adds up.” He smiled so sweetly at you like you weren’t to be taken seriously. You rolled your eyes in response and mumbled asshole. 

His smile grew even wider. “Fine if you’re upset with what I gave you then why don’t you just give it back?” He raised his eyebrows with the last syllable. You pressed your lips together looking away. You didn’t have it on you and it’s in your home. “Did you spend it already?” He smiled.

“No, I didn't it’s just that it’s put away. It’s at my house. You’re not going there, don’t ask. Maybe I could give it to you sometime later. I don’t have that much on me right now.” He let you rant about how much you don’t want him in your home or to see him.

“Okay, so then can I have your number to set up a time when I can receive it back?” You nodded. You held out your hand to receive his phone, which he gave to you.

You typed in your number and preferred name. You gave it back to him looking up at him and glaring at him as to say “Don’t even think of doing something else with my number.” He ignored you and just took his phone. He left after that leaving you intrigued about what would happen next. 

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The two of you met up at a rather fancy dinner. He insisted on taking you out while you insisted that it wasn’t necessary. Hell, you even saved up a little extra so you could try and pay for what you were going to have. When you met him at the table you slipped a white envelope back to him with the money inside. You gave him a demanding glare again. 

He took it, slipped it into his suit jacket, and smiled. “I honestly thought you wouldn’t show up and bail on me with the money.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “And why would I do that? I’m honest to my word, and I don’t want to be around you.” That was half a lie. Yes, you did want to be around him. Something deep inside of you loved all of these things. You had dreamed of going on a fancy dinner date, and here you were. It’s just that the circumstances were different from your imagination. You hate rich people because you want to be them. Now you have a chance to be like them. The wavering thought of being with Hongseok or at least meaning something to him was there. You wanted more of a taste of his life. You know he would give it to you with the way he was so eager to have his dinner. Thoughts on how you would bring this up were in your mind. The two of you ordered and you kept making glances at him. The atmosphere was primarily silent with awkward glances from you to him. Are you still debating on how to ask him for such a thing? You did not doubt that he would accept, but some part of you still wanted to keep your pride. You took a sip of the wine that he ordered still looking away from him. You hoped that this would give you a sliver of confidence that you needed to ask him. “Are you going to give up on me after this?” You wavered your wine glass in your hand looking him in the eye. You held your gaze strong at him. You were curious about it so it shouldn’t be too out of character. “In all honesty, I wasn’t going to stop here. You should’ve seen by now that I cannot let you go.” He smiled at you and you smiled back more condescendingly. That was perfect for you at least. “Then how about I propose an idea?” You batted your eyelashes at him. Cringey– but slightly buzzed. “I think that we could arrange a relationship. No ties. No money exchange just you and me in the bed. Not at your home and mine and no personal life. Maybe outings like this. That is if you want to keep me close to you.” You smiled and leaned back into your chair. 

Hongseok just nodded along with your idea. “I understand.” Those two words made you uneasy. His face was unsure and he was confused about the sudden change. Why now are you suddenly interested in him? Did that mean you were trying to get something else? Either way, he came this far to get you– even though it took three meetings– and he wasn’t going to pass it up now. “I’ll be setting everything up, so you don't have to trouble yourself.” he squinted his eyes studying you to see if there was an ounce of fear inside of you. You just smiled back at him making him more suspicious of you. 

You shifted in your seat at his gaze. The suggestion had made things more awkward between the two of you. It was making you a bit irritated on how he could push to pursue you, yet think you were going to do him wrong. Hongseok kept giving you the impression that you were a shallow person. “Just so you know, I don’t have any further intentions than sleeping with you,” you spat at him. 

Again Hongseok cracked a smile at you. “Good because it would be a shame if we had to end.”

“There is no we in this Mr. Yang.” You glared at him. He was in over his head thinking that he could make some sly remark without you being able to catch it. You tried to eat your food peacefully while not making eye contact. You were leaving after this. No drives home either because who knows what he would try to pull. 

There was tension building up from the silence and you couldn’t help but cough. “So what do you do for a living?” You pressed your lips together. It was inappropriate to ask that. This whole time you had been mean mugging him. If you were going to in fact be spending time with him and, you know, sleeping with him, then you would have to make this relationship enjoyable. A deep sigh came from you when it was still silent. “Hm?” “I work in business. I’m a team manager of a good company slowly working my way up through my family.” Hongseok didn’t make eye contact with you at all. It was disappointing that he was so cold now. You frowned as you watched him eat his food. Something inside you was waiting for him to ask you what you did, or to see if he even cared.

When no response came from him it was even more frustrating. Blinking a couple of times in frustration, you went back to your food. If he wanted you so bad why was he being so arrogant right now? Why were all rich people such assholes and why did he have to hold up to that stupid standard for them in your head? You smiled kind of irritated looking at your now empty plate. Stress eating wasn’t going to make it better, but you could at least enjoy the food and make him pay for it. Forget about now wanting to owe him anything. That didn’t matter now. The lack of attention from Hongseok was getting to you. Even if you were being childish now you didn’t care because to you he would look down on you anyways. 

You grabbed your purse and stood behind your seat. “I’m going to the powder room, so if you excuse me.” You gave him a halfhearted smile that may have come off as more sarcastic than intended. He watched you not saying anything in recognition– kind of what he did that morning. He kept acting like he didn’t care. You wanted him to care about you and to take notice of you. He had you wrapped around his finger in a way you thought you were still in control of everything. You lied to him and he knew it. He liked seeing you walk away from him. He liked watching you as you walked out of the restaurant. He was just sad he wouldn't see your face when you realized you were in his game now.

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Did you enjoy lying to me and going home? 

How’s your bed? Is it comfortable?

If it isn’t I could always buy you a better one.You rolled your eyes. He really couldn’t be that full of himself, but he was. Why did it have to be that way? You left him on reading. You didn’t have time for him or his childish game– again ignoring what you had done yesterday. You stayed in your bed curled up in some blankets watching reruns of whatever was on. No, it’s not as exciting as being rich and spending money, but it comforted you. Even watching rich people be stupid on television annoyed you even more.  

Why was it always the bad rich people that you saw? Was it the money that had gotten to their head? There was a buzz next to you followed by an irritated groan.

Anyways I booked us a hotel this afternoon at four. Don’t be late. Dress nice, or don’t. I’ll have something picked out for you anyway <3

You scoffed at his message. He was full of himself.

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You ended up not dressing up for him. What was the point if he was just going to have you change anyway? Instead of seeing him in the hotel room, there was a shopping bag with a note attached to it. Maybe Hongseok was respectful after all. You smiled at the little nite of “Try this on!” It was a black satin dress that went down to your ankle with a pair of lace-up heels and a matching bag. There was no reason for Hongseok to spoil you so well. You already loved it, and this was just the beginning, no matter how hard you tried to hate him. 

Hongseok was waiting outside of the room arms crossed in a black suit. Black to keep it classy. When he saw you he turned to you and held out his hand in front of you. You smiled taking his hand and following him to a black car. You two exchanged small talk about the dress and you ignored anything he said about you leaving him. You didn’t care and didn’t want to hear anything more about it. You had no idea where he was taking you, but judging by your outfit it was somewhere fancy. It had been what you always wanted a lavish life a lavish lifestyle. 

The car stopped in front of a building that looked like it was made in the early 20th century. Hongseok stepped out of the car to get to your door and held out his hand once again. You took his hand and followed him inside where he gave them the tickets. Your eyes searched around you, there were no posters for a musical. There wasn’t any information just decoration and mirrors. Your eyes caught on a mirror in front of you. It painted a rich couple on a date. He took you on a date. 

He led the two of you to a private booth claiming that his family had reserved this for them and that he had to go today to this opera to support a friend. In all honesty, opera wasn’t your thing and he admitted it wasn’t for him either, but to root someone on their debut? That’s what the two of you were for. Plus he said he didn’t want to go alone and you were in this deal with him. That had you thinking that maybe the gifts weren’t gifts at all and it was just something so he could seem fashionable. You were taking advantage as you were just being an accessory that he dressed himself up with. 

Instead of paying attention to the plot of the opera and the music, you were staring as Hongseok focused. His eyebrows were knotted together and ever so often he would break out into a small smile. You began a guessing game on whoever his friend was and then you noticed that he only smiled when one person sang. 

You flipped the playbill open and searched for the man. “Jo Jinho..”, you mumbled getting Hongseok to turn to you. You smiled to yourself “He has such a pretty voice, your friend.” 

“That he does.” Hongseok smiled and nodded. His eyes were glowing and he couldn’t be even more proud of his friend. By looking at him you could tell how high Jinho was on Hongseok’s list of people. You smiled to yourself for the rest of the night now appreciating Hongseok as a person and looking forward to meeting his friend. 

At the end of the night, you met Jinho. He came off as an incredibly sweet person. Hongseok kept his arm around your waist the entire time while the three of you conversed. You watched as Jinho’s eyes wandered to the arm around your waist. You could there was slight confusion about who you were, but he never acknowledged it. 

The rest of the night went by smoothly. Taking in too much alcohol was your thing, and it didn’t stop when you were with him. The disbelief of being with him was fueling your need to feel loose, and you were. Your body was leaning on Hongseok’s constantly. You were feeding him this relationship he wanted purely out of spite. You wanted to give him a taste knowing it wasn’t real. Was it getting to him? You didn’t bother to check if it was. 

Afterward, he got you a taxi back to the hotel that he had earlier. Presuming that you were going to give him the clothes back you followed along with him. Again the car ride was silent with Hongseok looking out the window. He was handsome and you would go for him– if he wasn’t a rich prick. Maybe it was you– or the alcohol but you just kept leaning into him. The moonlight on his skin was something so magical. “Can I kiss you?” Was it you? Perhaps it is. Perhaps there’s more attractive than you give off. Hongseok’s head turned your way and he blinked a couple of times to see if he heard you right. It was cute. Something in your stomach turned. You weren’t sure if you liked the way alcohol brought down your prejudice against rich people. No matter how ridiculous it is. 

“You can.” Hongseok fixed his posture in his seat. You could tell that he was caught off guard by your words. Too drunk to think anymore about it, you closed the space between the two of you. 

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The next morning you woke up before him. This time when you moved off of the bed he didn’t wake and you got dressed and left. No text from him or anything the whole way back to your apartment. There was a little taste of disappointment that settled in the back of your mind. You wanted some attention from him. Even if it was just a small text. Last night was a blast and you wanted more of it.

Almost half of the day went by until your phone buzzed. You checked it happily thinking he was just going to tease you, but that didn’t seem to be the case. 

So we might have been spotted by tabloids last night

And we might have caught my parents' attention

And we might have to go out to dinner with them. 

You face palmed yourself. You didn’t know anything about him. Yeah, you knew he was rich, but had no idea exactly where his money came from how could you be that stupid? What if you were messing with someone you shouldn’t be? What were you even going to do when you met them? Your mind was racing places and you returned to the hotel room. 

Hongseok was still there– surprisingly. He was walking back and forth and didn’t seem to notice you. He might have been just as worried as you were about the situation. “Hongseok?” He turned to look back feeling a sort of relief. You gave him a soft smile and walked closer to him. “So what’s the plan? Family meeting as soon as possible?” 

He took a deep breath and turned to you. There was a sort of twinkle in his eye when your eyes met. “Yeah, I’m thinking about that. That’s also what my mom is requesting, but she’s very judgy and I don’t know If I want to put you through that, or not.” You could see him panicking again. “Hey it’s okay I’ll do my best to please them.” You gave him another smile. You don’t know what it was, but something inside of you just wanted to see him smile. It’s just human kindness. You don’t like him, why would you? He’s just insanely attractive and that’s it. There’s nothing more to it and even if last night had made you respect him more, it wasn’t that much. 

Hongseok looked up at you finally returning a smile. “Okay, so how’s Saturday for dinner? They would want to meet at their house. I could set some things up for you.” He grabbed his phone now scrolling through different websites of clothes– women's clothes to be specific. He wanted to find what would make his parents like you. It’s not that he didn’t trust your style– he didn’t trust his parents. He knew they could ruin the way you looked at yourself. If they didn’t like you– or found one thing “wrong” they would say it most bluntly and would take it far. 

This time you didn’t question what he was doing. Based on the dress he had picked out for you from before you could tell that he was looking out for you. If he could gain some ounce of trust, he had gained it with his fashion sense. You sat back on one of the chairs in the room and let yourself rest about the issue. The thought of leaving didn’t come to you. It seemed he needed the support, and you weren’t one to back down.

You ate dinner with him soon after by ordering room service. It seemed like he never left the hotel room. Now that you started to look around there were drawers opened with folded clothes inside, and his laptop– you guessed– was at a coffee table. Once again, it hit you that you didn’t know much about Hongseok and his life. You ate with him in silence. Trying to crack a conversation now wouldn’t help kill the awkwardness that you were eager to get away from. 

“When was the last time you saw your parents? So I know how the vibe will be.” Your eyes met his and he still looked uneasy to the subject. He swallowed putting his hand over his mouth.

“About two weeks ago. Things should be fine… they’re just very nosey.” You nodded. You were feeling pretty cool about the whole dinner. Things would be fine as long as Hongseok was there. You turned to him looking over his features again. Maybe he wasn’t that ignorant person you first took him for.

The day arrived, and you were a nervous wreck. Hands fidgety, palms sweaty, and legs shaky as you opened the door to the hotel room. Another bag this time placed on the table. It was a dress suit that was a plum color. Not as pretty as the dress he had given you before, but it was still nice. It was still a perfect fit. He left little gold accessories in the bag. Everything still felt so distant to you. It felt weird how there was no exchange of words between the two of you. Just gifts here and there plus outings. 

He was waiting for you down in the lobby wearing a black suit with a matching tie, so you had to guess his parents were formal people. He had his eyes on you watching you as you walked toward him. His eyes wandered the lobby hoping to meet someone else’s gaze. He pulled you in for a quick kiss when you reached him. It was quick and sweet– something just for show in case someone was watching the two of you. You hooked your arm in his and walked him to a car. You two had come up with some sort of fake story– “We met at university. We fell in love and you wanted to have a humble job at some company. I of course lied to you about my status. You didn’t know you were oblivious but sweet. When you found out it didn’t change much, but I felt the need to shower you with gifts as many chances as I got. You only accepted it that night because you wanted to support my friend whom you know I care deeply about. It was a one-time thing. Make sure to pay attention to anything I say. Read between the lines with me. Do not pay attention to what they say. Don’t let them break you. They’re just mean because they’re overprotective.”You looked out the window of the car. It was silent with you, Hongseok, and the driver. He kept looking over at you. His hand was so close to yours wanting to reassure you, but not sure if he could. To him the two of you– could he even consider the two of you close? You were going to meet his parent. That had to count for something, right? He caressed your hand smoothing the skin. He wouldn’t meet your eyes. He didn’t want to see your reaction afraid of rejection. You held his hand squeezing it as a thank you.

 Things were mostly unsaid between the two of you when it came to the way you felt about one another. There was a sense of adoration for the other person. It was the way you carried yourself for him. You were fierce with high self-respect, not taking anyone’s shit. For you, it was the way he flaunted but still, he had something in him that was sweet. You wanted to unlock it but didn’t know how. This dinner was a good way to change it, or show the potential the two of you had if you were in a relationship. He believed with all his heart that the two of you could work this out, why couldn’t you?

Hongseok helped the two of you out of the car wrapping his arm around your waist once again. He made sure that the two of you were close together as you went inside. He had close eyes on you and his parents. He didn’t let you talk at all. It’s not that he didn’t trust you. He just didn’t want to give his parents the chance to put you on the spot. You two made it to the dinner portion until his parents found some way to get your blood pumping. 

“Oh don’t you remember Laura? I miss her at our family dinners with her. She was such a sweet and proper girl.” His mom gave off a smile. You kept up the smile on your face, but you gripped your dress. Hongseok said they were nosey, not just plain rude. His mom reminded you of the reason that you hated rich people. The thick remarks were filled with passive aggression. You didn’t want to be here anymore and forgot the reason why you came. It wasn’t important anymore.

You shifted in your seat and a hand met yours under the table. You were still silent, you felt so out of place and distant. This wasn’t real anymore. The rest of the night became one of those moments that would be blocked out of your head forever, thankfully forgotten. You closed yourself off even on the ride back to that damn Hotel. So lost in your tired thoughts of going home you didn’t notice the grip Hongseok still had on your hands. He held them so dearly– so close to him. He felt bad for what his parents did, secretly cursing them out in his thoughts. He felt protective of you– and ashamed. What he was doing to try and make you smile or form some other relation between the both of you wasn’t working anymore. 

For what it’s worth you felt comforted by his thought. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be with him. Maybe he wasn’t so bad himself.

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