#sangyeon!dad

[aimeecarreros]

LEE SANGYEON The Boyz Inner Peace Interview

#kpopco #tbzinc #ultkpopnetwork #kpopccc #dailybg #malegroupsnet #tbzedit #the boyz #tbz #lee sangyeon #sangyeon #**finally.mp3 #flashing #i love this man yall have no idea #him and this dad fit LIEK GUGUHHGHGH i feel called out and fed at the same time #this took me long to make im sorry yall ive been busy w my internship i couldnt finish this gif series on time #god sangyeon is jsut so cute #esp when he does that thing in the last gif where after he smiles the thing his mouth does when he turns around #i wanna kith him

[milfgyuu]

Same man that proclaimed he’s a father https://twitter.com/yeon_mybest/status/1540241944558948352?s=21 🌌

he is tho T-T have you seen him with children? SWOON.

#sangyeon dad agenda #i have deeply rooted daddy issues and I am a mom so i am verified to approve Sang's dilf card #🌌 anon

[leejynz]

the boyz reaction - to you being drunk (as your boyfriend)

fluff! kinda? angst!

*note this is all fictional and just based off of my opinion of the boyz js for fun*

sangyeon

- hed obvi be worried but would get mad that you didn’t listen to him

- would start lowkey yelling at you when you didn’t get up

- start lecturing you like a dad the next day about knowing your limits in drinking

- “yah do you know how dangerous the world is?? you could get kidnapped!!”

jacob

- extremely worried but would laugh at how cute you are

- lowkey kind of shy when he tries to help you in front of his friends

- “you’re so cute when you’re like this but first let’s get you out of here”

younghoon

- was in disbelief when your friend called him, he was so shocked since you’ve never gotten drunk

- “yah y/n, y/n, did i do something wrong?”

- wouldn’t leave your side the next day bc he got worried you were drinking bc of him

hyunjae

- he was getting tired as this was your tenth time getting drunk this month

- talks super gently to you “cmon let’s get you outta here”

- still loves you tho, he takes care of you the next day with breakfast

- “call me when you’re gonna drink next time”

juyeon

- he rushes to get you as soon as he heard that you drunkenly said you’d walk home yourself (which you definitely can’t)

- best boyfriend duties, he smiles at you, looking at the rearview of you in the passenger seat while he’s driving

- carries you back to your guys’ house and tucks you into bed

kevin

- “are you serious? again? it’s the fourth time this week!” mad but talks gently

- does that “fever check with the back of his hands on your forehead” thing

- carries you so easily with those big kevin muscles

chanhee

- he declined your friends call bc he already knows the reason, he’s too tired

- but ofc he goes to the diner you go to 24/7 and sees you passed out

- he’s pissed off but deep inside hes extremely worried for you but chooses not to show his feeling

- tells you to drink in the house with him next time

changmin

- he was shocked since you said you quit drinking last month but gets a concerning call

- he found you so cute with a flushed face, but immediately takes you home

- you say “oh my gosh you’re so cute but i have a boyfriend.” he jokingly asks/tests you questions to see what you’d say drunk “oh really? why do you like your boyfriend so much?” (when we obvi know the bf is him)

haknyeon

- he’s a little awkward but it’s even more awk bc of how cute you are to him in public, you keep saying he’s hot and you’d date him “if it wasn’t for my boyfriend, haknyeon”

- he tucks you in bed at home and keeps kissing you on the cheek

- he keeps on smiling at your angel face and ends up falling asleep with you

sunwoo

- you think he’d be mad, but he’d be extremely worried for you

- he’d piggyback you to home since it was nearby and make sure you weren’t too cold

- he’d try hard to make the perfect hangover soup and comforts you the next day

eric

- this was the first ever time this happened and he was worried smt might have stressed you out and you didn’t know

- gets shy to ask you the next day, “hey i just wanna ask if everything’s okay? i just want to make sure you didn’t drink bc of something or someone”

- cuddles and watches movies with you after you told him that everything was okay yesterday

#eric the boyz #changmin the boyz #the boyz reactions #the boyz imagines #kevin the boyz #jacob the boyz #sunwoo the boyz #the boyz #kpop boys #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop edits #kpop icons #kpop fanfic #tbz sangyeon #tbz hyunjae #tbz moodboard #tbz scenarios #tbz younghoon #tbz smut #tbz icons #tbz layouts #tbz #tbz x reader #tbz imagines #tbz juyeon #tbz new #tbz haknyeon #tbz kevin

[daisyvisions]

do you have any recs for some sangyeon smut 🫣

omg sorry for the late reply! When we got back to work from the holidays I couldn't really think properly and I really wanted to give a proper list so here you go:

A Friend in Need - @/dontflailmenow

Pleasure Me - @/midnightfantasiez

I Can See You - @/moonhoures

Treat Me Like a Slut - @/lomlhwa

Make Me - @/idyllic-ghost

Momma's Kissing Santa - @/momhwa-agenda

Day 24: Sangyeon + Phone Sex - @/oceanlix

Can I Call You Daddy? by @/dontflailmenow

First Day Jitters by @/destiny-fics (part of a ot11 series! read the other chapters too if you can!)

Pay Attention To Me, Baby by @/tbzxnight

Single!dad x babysitter! reader by @/moonshineboyz

Naughty Girl - @/jasminexox5

Know That I Love You - @/snowflakewhispers

Friendly Competition - @/itsbeeble (part of a series, please read the rest if you can!)

Charity Gala - @/velvetyh

Nightgown - @/venerex

Crescendo - @/onceuponabloom

That's all I can recommend for now! hehe hope you enjoy and give these writers some love by reblogging and commenting too! they'd appreciate it a lot 🥰

[xuhuihuis]

Naughty girl | Lee Sangyeon

warnings: dad's best friend Sangyeon, sub reader, big cock Sangyeon, face fucking, pet names

“So it's just us then huh?”

Sangyeon tried to make conversation with you as he leaned back on your sofa hoping you would reply to him. Your parents had left you for a business meeting across the country so they sent Sangyeon to stay with you to keep an eye on you making sure nothing happens when they are on the trip. Not saying a word to Sangyeon the whole night as you were still pissed off that your parents didn’t trust you enough to stay in the house on your own with constant supervision from a man you didn’t even know. 

He came into your life months ago when your dad started his new job and became best friends with Sangyeon which meant starting to bring him home for dinner. Sitting through meals trying your best not to eye him up the whole time and get caught staring at him. Watching the way his thick arms flexed in the tight fitted shirt and the way his hands flexed as he held onto the stem of the wine glass raising it to his plump lips.

Dinner was soon over and you were helping your mother with cleaning up the leftovers and putting the dishes in the dishwasher, not expecting Sangyeon to be behind you when you stood up. Both of you erupted in laughter as you jumped in surprise at his presence coming to do his bit and help clean up. He rolled his sleeves up showing off his vascular forearms to the room hypnotising you forgetting the task your mother set out for you before you went to bed.

Nothing had to be said between you both to make the tensions thicker in the room. Sangyeon held you by the waist as he put the freshly washed and dried plates back in the cupboard above you. Holding your breath feeling the heat rise onto your cheeks feeling his strong body press up against you.

You could feel his bulge rub against you for a brief moment feeling how hard he was just from eye fucking with you the whole night. Feeling how big he really was which didn't catch you by surprise you expected it from a guy like him. From then on every time you got off you imagined what it would be like to get fucked by Sangyeon and his thick cock ramming inside of you.

Every time Sangyeon came over to your house you would get dolled up just for him perfecting the right hair and makeup to get him biting his lip soon as you came down stairs greeting him. The tight dress hugging all of your curves in the right way drove Sangyeon crazy as he held back his groans hoping your dad doesn't catch you both flirting. Hugging him feeling his strong muscles under his tight black shirt inhaling his musky cologne trailing his hands down to your ass pulling you closer to him feeling how achingly hard he was.

The look he gave you was all you needed to know he wanted you there and then...

Going to sit down at the table ready to eat dinner with him once again when Sangyeon suggested that you should sit next to him which you didn't decline. Pulling out your seat for you giving you the princess treatment knowing how much you love it before taking his seat placing his large hand on your thigh. Occasionally rubbing his thumb over your thigh while laughing with your dad not even noticing how wet he was making you and it was getting worse by the minute...

Snapping your hips up against his palm when he cupped your pussy needing him to get you off somehow. Sangyeon loved the way the rose haze on your cheeks was getting deeper the closer he got you to your orgasm laughing at how you were finding it so hard to hide your moans back. Reaching out in front of you for the glass of water hoping it would do something to cool you down but as you raise the glass to your lips Sangyeon speeds his movements up rubbing your clit faster making you spill the water all over him.

"OH I'm so sorry Sangyeon..."

Looking him dead in the eye giving him one of the dirtiest looks as you try your best and dry him off with the napkin but it wasn't doing much. His shirt started to cling to his body showing off his defined muscles looking like some sort of Greek God sitting there. The deep groan as you gently wiped the water off his crotch caught you off guard hoping no one heard him.

You took him up to the 'bathroom' which your parents think you are but no your dragged him into your bedroom and Sangyeon's pants and underwear are now down to his ankles and he is sat on your bed. Sitting on the floor looking up into his lust filled eyes waiting on you giving him permission to give into your deepest desires.

"Make it feel good princess, I know you can do it"

That's the only thing you needed before taking his thick cock into your hands before licking the tip of his cock watching him throw his head back in pleasure. You decided to stop teasing him and start to bob your head up and down his cock taking him deeper and deeper every time. Sangyeon let his hands rest in your hair pulling it into a ponytail keeping it out of your face while you choked on his thick cock.

Hisses and moans filled the room the faster you went bringing him closer orgasm never breaking eye contact with you. At this point the drool was running down your chin and your lip gloss is far from being presentable and your hair was tangled from Sangyeon's rough pulling and tugging. Sangyeon took control and started to fuck your throat as he was on the brink of coming and loved hearing the sounds from your throat and your choked moans filling the room.

"Doing so good Princess, gonna cum soon"

Your eyes rolled further back into your head feeling the tip of his cock rub the roof of your mouth just before he cums trying his best to fight back his noises biting his lip until it was bleeding. It was a sight to behold him spilling his thick seed all over your face painting you making you the next priceless painting in his collection. He wanted to remember this sight forever, you on your knees covered in his cum obeying his every word.

#hard hours #k pop smut #tbz smut #the boyz smut #the boyz hard thoughts #the boyz hard hours #lee sangyeon smut #sangyeon smut #kpop hard thoughts #kpop hard hours

[kyufessions]

spider-man

synopsis: you get a frantic call from your husband on your way home from work one night

pairings: husband, dad! sangyeon x g.n. reader

genre: domestic, fluff

word count: 1.2k

requested: ✔️

a/n: not proof read, but i hope everyone enjoys <3

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois @haechansbbg

tbz taglist: @ilovechanhee

“how do you lose a four year old?” you ask your husband, your voice a little loud.

you had just gotten home from a long nine hour day at the office, full of important meetings throughout the day with tons of paperwork. you had been on your way home from work when you got a call from sangyeon, his voice sounding worried. he started to exclaim how he lost your four year old daughter somewhere throughout the house after dinner.

“did you give her dessert?” you asked him, turning the corner and driving down the road to your home.

sangyeon’s worried and deep voice rang throughout the bluetooth speakers in your car. “i gave her one of those ben and jerry pints-“

“a whole pint?”

“yeah..?”

you sigh, pulling into the driveway and parking right behind his car. “a whole pint is too much sugar, that’s why i only give her half at most, especially at night. she gets too hyper.”

unbuckling your seatbelt, you hear another shout of your daughter's name from the other end. with a sigh, you quickly grab your work bag and rugs inside the house and hang up on sangyeon. as you’re unlocking the front door, you can continuously hear him yell out her name and him running frantically around downstairs. once inside, you take off your heels and toss your bag next to the coat rack. you run towards the sound of sangyeon calling out for her and see his physique.

his hair was disheveled and sticking up in multiple directions, his once white tee now stained with brown dots you had hoped were melted chocolate chips. his navy blue sweatpants were overtly wrinkled with one pants leg a bit higher than the other. when he heard your footsteps and turned around to face you, his eyes wide in hopes it was jiae, you couldn’t help but let out a small fit of laughter at his chaotic look.

“where was the last place you saw her?” you asked him, taking a step forward and fixing his hair on your tiptoes before peaking through the room next to him.

he looks through the room with you, then not seeing her and growing more frantic. “she got up and screamed ‘catch me if you can, i’m spider-man!’ as we were watching spongebob and since then i couldn’t find her. that was maybe an hour ago-“

bingo! you knew exactly where she was. you just rushed down the hall to the sun room and noticed it was already unlocked. a warm breeze hit you as you entered and walked towards jiae’s toy chest, then knocking on it four times. sangyeon followed closely behind you, watching every move you made. he had checked the sun room prior but not the toy chest, so he raised a curious brow as you knocked.

a high pitched giggle was heard from inside as you knocked, then it opened it up on the final knock and there sat your small four year old. her toothy smile and boisterous laughter filled the room as you lifted her from the toy chest and held her in your arms with a smile.

“hey silly girl!” you spoke with a grin, kissing her forehead as she calmed down in your arms. “i heard you were playing spider-man with daddy and had ice cream?”

jiae nodded happily, letting out a small yawn before she responded. “we did! but he’s not as good at it as you are, i started getting sleepy in there.” her lips formed a pout as she looked over at sangyeon, playfully narrowing her eyes at him.

“hey!” he said defensively, walking over to her and kissing the top of her head before ruffling up her hair. “how was i supposed to know we were playing spider-man?”

“it’s in the name, silly.” she lets out another yawn after finishing her sentence. sangyeon then takes her from your arms and starts walking out of the room and towards her room to tuck her in.

you follow behind them as they bicker back and forth, both of their voices sounding exhausted. you both say your goodnights to jiae and eventually close her bedroom door after she cuddled up to her stuffed bunny that normally helped her fall asleep faster. after her bedroom door is closed, you just look at sangyeon and let out a small fit of laughter as you walk to the kitchen.

“what’s so funny?” he asks, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing you into his side as you both walked side-by-side.

you wrapped an arm around his waist too, looking up at him. “have you never played spider-man with her before?”

he shakes his head, his eyes looking down to meet yours as he lets out a chuckle. “i didn’t even know the game existed until today.”

you both enter the kitchen and let go of one another, sangyeon allowing you to walk to the fridge and grab the leftovers from dinner to eat up for yourself. as you’re walking towards the microwave, he grabs the plate from you and puts the food to heat up for you. you just allow him, leaning against the kitchen island and crossing your arms across your chest as you watch him.

“what’s the concept of the game anyway?” he asks, turning around to face you as the food heats up behind him.

you shrug, grinning. “you’ll find out sooner than later.”

he groans and drags himself over to you, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his head into your hair with a deep sigh. “she’s going to give me grey hairs before i know it.”

you lean your head back so you’re both looking at each other, a smile playing on your lips as his face looks visibly exhausted. “just learn to play spider-man and you’ll be fine, old man.”

jiae is heard from her bedroom upstairs, calling out for her daddy. just as sangyeon kisses your forehead and rushes out of the kitchen, he microwave beeps signaling the food is finished heating up. as you’re eating your food and scrolling through your phone aimlessly at the dining table, you suddenly hear singing from your daughters bedroom.

upon hearing the singing, you creep upstairs quietly and listen in around the corner and observe your husband singing jiae to sleep. some nights she would have a hard time sleeping and sangyeon would happily sing her a lullaby; it was something both of them thoroughly enjoyed and sangyeon has been doing since she was just a newborn. you watched in awe until he finished his little serenade, jiae finally fast asleep as her little snores synced with her breathing pattern. when sangyeon got up after kissing her forehead with a final goodnight, he noticed you peeking from the door frame and smiled over at you.

he quietly made his way towards you and closed the door quietly behind himself as he exited her bedroom for the night. wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you in and pecked your lips with a soft smile. “what’s that look for, baby?”

“let’s have another one.”

his eyes widened with surprise, you having not brought up this topic before. “another… child?” when you nod, he lifts you up gracefully and walks towards your shared bedroom as you laugh quietly into his chest.

#kyufessions tbz #tbz #the boyz #tbz sangyeon #the boyz sangyeon #sangyeon #tbz fluff #the boyz fluff #sangyeon fluff #🌙 completed requests

[loveleejae]

thread : ​​the boyz's boyfriend vibe

🤍 💌 🤍

sangyeon

once a month, you go to the amusement park with his nephews, ride the carousels and eat cotton candy. getting to know your and his parents. a serious relationship. mom and dad for all the boyz

jacob

a joint vacation in canada. a photo on the background of niagara falls, which has been a screensaver on a laptop for 5 years. hiking in the mountains and guitar songs. hugs in front of the tv every night. every morning messages "good morning, sun💛"

younghoon

shopping is like the best date, with his comments "I'm the best model of our time, right?". watching melodramas together. after which you have to calm down an overly sentimental younghoon 🥺 new cute selfies in dm every day

hyunjae

constant jokes that only you laugh at (just because you love him). eternal hugs and kisses on the cheek, because he loves skinship very much. he grumbles solicitously when you forget to eat or dress lightly. every day before going to bed, messages "I heart you 🤍"

juyeon

frequent dates in cat cafe. weekend evenings as an excuse to drink red wine and arrange a book reading together. he takes you to a museum, after which he will say that you are the main art there. he will bring home a cat and say that it is your son (after which there will be outrage from eric, who thought that he would be the child)

kevin

the best english teacher. because he teaches from beyonce's songs. during video calls, lullabies will be played on the synthesizer before going to bed. the constant competition "who twerks better", which he always wins. thanks to him and morty, you will stop being afraid of snakes

chanhee

all weekend you lie under the covers and watch cute videos with cats (with the same ones as new). you're like that iconic meme " - it's ugly. - I don't like it either." he will make sure that you eat well and properly, he will cook everything you ask for himself

changmin

on weekends, as a tradition, there is a marathon of horror films. sometimes, instead of kisses, soft "bite" on the cheeks. he takes you to an amusement park, where he will win a stuffed giraffe, which you will name after him

haknyeon

you have a stomach ache from laughing all the time because his jokes are amazing. there are a lot of tangerines at home for the new year, which his mother sent. an annual joint vacation in jeju. he will introduce you to the whole 99-line

sunwoo

mutual pranks as the meaning of this relationship. "who's flirting with whom." after you take his t-shirt, he'll put on your top and say, "it suits me better." he flirts in dm at random like "are your parents space by any chance? then where did they get such a sun?"

eric

a joint vacation in los angeles. he will teach you how to ride a surfboard. best friends with his mom. you'll be bothering juyeon together. he will grumble that the house is not tidy, and in return he will receive grumble for the fact that everyone wakes up because of his alarm clock, but not him

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[ad0rechuu]

ᝰ MY OH MY. ━━ (000) SONES INCORPORATED

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LEE SANGYEON. ━━━━━ ‘96, broadcasting and entertainment major: the appointed dad of the group (which he begrudgingly accepted), he’s always dependable, pretends to be strict but is super caring! worries about his ‘kids’ 24/7

BAE JACOB. ━━━━━ ‘97, music education major: the people of ckr university wonder if he’s actually and angel among men but he insists he’s not. he’s the sweetest and is very soft on everyone (especially yn), which is why he’s the self proclaimed mother of the group

LEE JUYEON. ━━━━━ ‘98, fashion modeling major: juyeon is also known as one of the famous heartthrobs but he’s not aware of it since he’s the resident himbo, pretty oblivious of what’s going on around him. he and yn have been friends since high school and sometimes make out platonically when they’re drunk

CHOI CHANHEE. ━━━━━ ‘98, fashion major: yns biggest supporter and hater at the same time. the groups tsundere, he’s very sassy and honest but everyone knows he cares (even if he would rather die than admit that)

JI CHANGMIN. ━━━━━ ‘98, dance major: yns other half, the two both share an affinity for the creepy and scary, they often watch horror films together. changmin is someone who’s smile you can see (and voice you can hear) from a mile away because he’s so radiant. father of chucky

SN YN. ━━━━━ ‘00, film composing major, the moon of the sun&moon duo: has a resting bitch face so she appears cold on the outside but is actually someone who has a lot of love to give. gets babied and teased quite a lot but in return dotes on her friends too, she’s very affectionate. recently started dating yeonjun and is sunwoo’s best friend, they have been friends since the first grade. also chucky’s godmother and the biggest sone!

NOTES. yn isn’t the only sone of this group, all of them are snsd truthers 🫶

TAGLIST. @tocupid @leo-seonghwa @seonghwaddict @starryunho @yuyusuyu @kodzumo @felixsramen @aapplepii @juhakutie @gyumibear @alixnsuperstxr @atinyinateezverse @nyukyujs @yunho-mp3

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[cupidjyu]

reactions/series

my clothes...? - when they see you wearing their clothes

bermuda, hyung, 98, maknae

you’ll get sick - when you’re sick

hyung, 98, maknae

pay attention to me! - when you don't pay attention to them

hyung, 98, maknae

kiss me under the mistletoe! - when there's a mistletoe above you

hyung, 98, maknae

i love you! - when you say i love you first

hyung, 98, maknae

my first kiss - the story of your first kiss with him

hyung, 98, maknae

kiss me awake - when you wake them up with a kiss

hyung, 98, maknae

a bit too shy - when you’re shy and dont give affection easily

hyung, maknae

caught in the loving act?! - when he hears you talking about them fondly

hyung, 98, maknae

fall asleep against me - when you fall asleep on them

hyung, maknae

jealousy, jealousy - when they get jealous over another member

maknae, hyung

your biggest fan - when they catch you interacting with his own fans

98

love flew away - when you kiss them and run away

maknae

already missing you - what they do after an argument

98

sangyeon

day off (with you) - a simple morning off waking up with him

beautiful mess - when you have a bad day, sangyeon's right there to take care of you :)

a roommate's guide to healing (and falling in love) - when you break up with your ex-boyfriend and your roommate is always on your side to hold you

jacob

warmly (and secretly) - when you and jacob are cuddling and kissing, you get two unexpected visitors

always better - in which he gets jealous over your ex

under your love - when you’re cold and try to combine with him

good for you - the 3 times you and jacob could have had something more and the 1 time you actually did.

younghoon

draw… us? - when youre busy drawing and younghoon wants to accompany (flirt with) you

i’m really trying…! - when you struggle with doing your hair in braids, younghoons always there to help

stay tonight - when youre feeling down and insecure, your boyfriend is always there to show you how much he loves you

i need you - he comes home in a bad mood and snaps at you, but he's quick to apologize

hyunjae

why are you hiding? - you dressed up for a party! you look amazing. and how will hyunjae, your boyfriend, react to you~

i like everything about you - hyunjae’s curly hair is your favorite thing and you want to prove it to him

bad day (be gone!) - when you come home not in the best mood, he will take care of you

see you around - when he falls out of love with you

kiss me, sweetheart - in which he has a dream of you kissing someone else and he realizes his feelings for you

when we sway, i go weak - in which you are a spy, and hyunjae teaches you how to dance

detention for romance - when you're put in detention with the infamous, bad-rumored student. but maybe, just maybe, you fall for him

be unprofessional - working in an office while also dating him and he gets jealous

the sweetener you are - when a mysterious man moves into the apartment next door, you realize that he’s your childhood best friend who’s disappeared for years. he changed, his life seeming to have soured. but you could just be his sweetener, the one to make him smile again

out of style - you and hyunjae are almost complete opposites, making an odd couple, but the story behind your love makes it perfect

crocheted flowers - when hyunjae, the man who you hate and who hates you in return, becomes your temporary bodyguard, the two of you surprisingly grow closer through misunderstandings and... flirting.

juyeon

by my side tonight - when the two of you are at a fancy party, his hair gets messed up which you have to fix! oh and flirting ensues

befriend the kitty - you befriend the "bad boy" of the school and even become his tutor. turns out he has a giant crush on you

flirt or flirt back…? - when you try to use pick up lines on juyeon but it completely backfires on you??!

you’re funny… ish? - when juyeon makes a dad joke and you tease him abt it

he’s hopeless! - your favorite regular at the coffee shop you work at is hopeless when it comes to being in love with you

clingy cat (only for you) - your affectionate boyfriend is the literal death of you

mr. makeup artist - juyeon attempts to do your makeup!!

chicken to my lo mein - you have a takeout date together

fragile - when you have a bad day but juyeon's right there for you

tropical romance flavor - summer date day!

kevin

distract the cook - u love to tease kevin through kisses and hugs and he secretly loves being distracted

chanhee

a pretty bouquet - chanhee suggests an at-home date with you! he brings you pretty flowers too

night light - when he has a bad day so you take care of him!!!!!

changmin

partners in crime - you and your boyfriend love playing pranks on others. very romantic

a closer look - changmin thinks your eyes are pretty but you think hes pretty as well

new charm - when you lose your lucky bracelet, a super cute guy finds it

found you, dear - in a game of hide and seek and you happen to be in a closet right next to the seeker

me(ow) too! - when he gets a bit jealous over your cat

clair de lune - you and changmin are polar opposites in the dance studio. you're graceful and with a "perfect" image while he goes off on his own way, experimenting with styles. you hate him and want nothing to do with him. until he chooses you to be his partner in a duet.

haknyeon

you’re my priority - you come home stressed but luckily your college bf is right there for u!

my secret admirer - you have a secret admirer! and you soon find out who it is

sunwoo

late night studying - studying can be stressful and tiring, but a certain loveable boyfriend can help

one point off - you and sunwoo are notorious for constantly bickering and competing over school. but little do they know, they may or may not have a crush on each other

kiss here please ~ - producer sunwoo wants a kiss on his cheek… or lips?

sweet love for you - sunwoo bakes incredibly sweet cookies for you and heals you after a long day

sweet enough - sunwoo loves ur new outfit and he also loves kissing and flirting and.. everything idk

win over your heart (goal!) - your childhood enemy continues to win over your heart in later years through jealousy and flirtiness and kisses

don't think so - when you hate the man who sits in front of you at the office, but end up getting stuck in a closet with him

fake valentine - who's your roommate and the perfect guy to pretend to be your boyfriend for a valentine's day couples contest. little did you know, he has very large feelings for you...

eric

my winning score - eric the hockey player wins the game!! but oh no you’re angry at him ..

love story like a movie - when the two of you rewatch a movie together and eric realizes just how much he likes you

step after step - when the two of you try to stay quiet late at night while having a ramyeon date!

my nerdy love - eric has the biggest crush on you! but theres an obstacle. its another man

perfectly for me - when youre feeling insecure about how tall you are, eric comes to the rescue!

red flavor - when juyeon cant go on your summer trip at a beach house, so its just you and your best friend since childhood… and romance sparks

ot11

your celebration - celebrating your birthday

great summer escape - a pool party with friends

a little crush - how they would react when they have a crush

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[haet-sal]

Dangerous Liaisons //sangyeon, younghoon, sunwoo x reader

Your best friend and partner in crime has a job for you: destroy his step-family’s life, and from the inside out. What can you say? You just never could say no to Sunwoo.

Part One of Bad Person Behavior // Read Part Two Here

Tags: sunwoo x reader smut, daddy!sangyeon x reader smut (1 scene), cute virgin!Younghoon

Warnings: graphic UNPROTECTED S*X, aged up Sangyeon + age gap, bad person behavior, CHEATING, talks about cumming and sex, sex as manipulation

“They’re fucking hilarious, you won’t even believe what they said—Sangyeon said, raising Younghoon was the greatest pleasure of his life. Can you believe that?”

“Imagine if he loses all of his son’s respect,” you say. “All those good-dad points, gone.”

“Let’s make this a challenge: if you still haven’t fucked him after three tries, I’ll happily give up, admit he’s a good dad, and let him marry my mother. If you succeed though… you’d be the greatest seductress in the world, and I—I will be over the moon.”

You quirk an eyebrow up at him, but he already knows he’s got you—Sunwoo always gets you. “Deal.”

W.c.: 11.5k

There was little to hear but the slapping sounds of Sunwoo’s pelvis against your hips, and whenever you got a little too loud, he would grab and bunch up the hair on the back of your head, and push your face down into the mattress—in one of 8 bedrooms in a house with a giant lawn, where no one was around to hear, anyway. He just loved to hear your muffled screams, head buried under his pillows. It sounded tortured. He liked it.

Usually you’d talk. Even if dirty-talking got too old and cringey for you, you’d at least talk about something, a praise from him (“Yeah, that’s my pretty, dirty little slut”) or a request (“tell me you love my cock”/”harder!”) but there were no words spoken today, and there was nothing but his borderline erotic grunts, and your pornographic moans, which you stressed more because you wanted to impress him. “Yes, Sunwoo, yes, please!”

You don’t even know if there’s a smile gracing his features, or if it’s a dead, solemn-toned stare in his eyes. His thrusts are hard, though, an aggression you’ve only seen when he’s cursing at 13-year-olds ingame.

Sunwoo pulls out to finish on your back, after which he just lets go of your legs and plop you back down into the mattress like you were a lifeless doll. You wait for the urgent, fervent kiss on your face which you knew well, because that’s what he always does, but this time he’s not so in the mood. And he, panting, lies face up on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. The bliss of those who actually get to finish—you didn’t, though.

“Sunwoo,” you called after he was done catching his breath and you had cleaned up in the bathroom adjacent, “can I sit on your face, please?”

There was a vindictive strength to his thrusts as he was fucking you, and now, watching him in his little world, you thought he looked… preoccupied. If only you didn’t know Kim Sunwoo so well. “Sunwoo,” you called, again: “please?” With one hand guiding his fingers to your cunt, you asked: “please touch me here?”

“Sangyeon. Fucking Sangyeon,” Sunwoo mumbled to himself.

You gave up, the need to get off suddenly gone, replaced by perplexity. You were a bit offended that his mind was on other issues when you were entirely devoted with an arched back on all fours so he could have a better time. All the things you do for him, and… “You’re thinking about that doctor when you’re fucking me!?” Lee Sangyeon—if that’s who Sunwoo’s talking about—was the new doctor at the university clinic, and was making himself quite a name for his looks. You don’t know why Sunwoo would even think of him when you’re trying to make love, though.

“My mom’s new boyfriend,” Sunwoo says with emphasis, “I just don’t like the looks of that guy. He popped the question, just like, 5 months after their blind date.”

“Popped the question, like asked her to be his girlfriend? After 5 months? I kind of like—”

“Asked her to marry him,” Sunwoo clarified.

You gasp, genuinely scandalized. “In 5 months. Without even knowing each other before.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” Sunwoo harmonized with you, “and you know my mom’s rich from the settlements, I bet the minute he saw our house, he decided he would propose. And she’s fucking rejoicing that I’m going to have ‘a father’, for ‘once in my life’, when I’m here seething thinking about that fucking swindler. I’m looking out for my mom.”

You looked up into Sunwoo’s giant brown eyes, sympathetic. Sunwoo generally didn’t say many good things about his parents, so you always assumed they weren’t close, but here he was… “Aww, Sunwoo,” you say.

“I have reason to think he’s scamming us, okay? He’s been married before—to another woman, with another son—Kim Younghoon—he studies acting at our uni—what kind of dick studies acting? They’re fucking hilarious, you won’t even believe what they said—Sangyeon said, raising Younghoon was the greatest pleasure of his life. Can you believe that?”

“Imagine if he loses all of his son’s respect,” you say. “All those good-dad points, gone.”

“Can’t you help me?” Sunwoo says in a whine, and you laugh it off.

“Me?! How would I do that?”

“If they move in, we can’t fuck as loud anymore. We won’t even be able to fuck in the livingroom, because Younghoon will be practising his stupid scripts.”

You turn to him with a smile, and you see his eyes are trailing down the valley of your breasts, no subtlety anywhere to them. “Well why didn't you say so? Now I’ll be rooting for your mom to not marry this ‘Mr. Lee’.”

“Rooting?” Sunwoo scoffed. “You can’t just offer support and not do anything, when this is a situation that obviously demands your expertise.”

“Mine?” you ask suddenly. “What do you mean? I don’t even know them.”

“Exactly. They don’t know you know me. Which is the reason you’re the perfect person to do this.” Sunwoo inches close to you, whispering into your ear: “You ruin Lee Sangyeon’s life for me, from the inside out. Ruin everything Sangyeon has—and then he leaves my mom, his son hates him, the wedding is off, and we…” He intertwined both his hands with yours, like children playing a game, although you guess that’s exactly what this was. “We can fuck as loud as we want, whenever we want, wherever we want.”

You scoff. “As if we couldn’t just rent a love hotel.”

“You know you love the water pressure in our master bath better.” When you still weren’t convinced, Sunwoo went another direction: “fine, let’s make this a challenge: if you still haven’t fucked him after three tries, I’ll happily give up, admit he’s a good stepdad, and let him marry my mother. If you succeed though… you’d be the greatest seductress in the world, and I—I will be over the moon.”

You quirk an eyebrow up at him, but he already knows he’s got you—Sunwoo always gets you. “Deal.”

He hoists you up from your waist, and lets you sit on his chest, where you’re locking eyes with him. “You can ride my face now.”

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.

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You knew you had little luck trying to seduce him in his own clinic in the daytime, but you thought you’d just first introduce yourself to the doctor, then worm your way into his life. Like a parasite—a parasite who knows everything about their host it’s got almost national-security level information gathering.

You wear your worst high-heels to school on this day, high heels that some distant aunt bought you for your birthday, two sizes bigger than yours, with heels that looked like a breakage liability. You have hated these heels since forever, so it’s not a bad feeling when you fall on your tracks, in the middle of your friend group.

You did fall for real, although on purpose, and it did hurt, but it didn’t hurt that much, or as much as you were screaming about it. Still, your friends crowded around you, one brave Lee Hyunjae scooping you up in his arms into the uni clinic. Perfect job, and you didn’t even need to walk.

You couldn’t seduce him if you weren’t alone, so you send the well-wisher friends off once you enter the clinic, feigning concern that they would be late for their classes.

“It’s fine! You have business law—you need to go to this lecture, remember?!” You patted Hyunjae’s shoulders as you marched him out of the glass doors. “Go, go, I’ll be fine! Call you later!”

Once Hyunjae was gone, you fix your clothes, and then your hair in the full-length mirror in front of the doctor’s office—pulling your skirt even higher up your waist so the skin of your thigh between the skirt and the knee-length socks showed, skin that usually distracts men. The uni clinic isn’t busy, it’s quiet. The receptionist at the front was at lunch, so you count your lucky stars as you walk in—if the doctor is in, you could spend a good amount of time alone together, him tending to your foot.

You knock the door just seconds before you open it without warning. “Doctor Lee, I think I sprained—” you stop in your tracks; there is someone sitting in a doctor’s coat on the desk, but he looks way too young to be a doctor, and also, you know what Sangyeon looks like. This guy looks nothing like him. “Um… you’re not—”

“Sprained ankle?!” The boy stands up to greet you, wordlessly guiding you to sit on the bed. “Don’t worry, I know just what the procedure is—the doctor is out, he’s about to get married and it’s just… busy stuff… lunch with his fiance…”

“Oh,” you say, disappointed, dressed up for nothing.

“But it’s fine!” The faux doctor in the coat says. “Dad says if you can still walk, it’s probably not that serious, so I couldn’t make it worse if I tried. I mean, I think I know enough about non-broken bones…” He pulled out a heat balm patch from the drawers. “You just stick one of these on, don’t you?”

“You’re Younghoon,” you say softly. Sunwoo didn’t mention his new stepbrother was a tall, past-six-feet, carved-by-the-love-goddess-handsome hottie. The kind of boy you would see on magazine covers when you were a kid, the type to stand out even in a sea of other hot people.

He looked up at you, confused. “Uh, how did you—”

Rushing to cover up your blurted mistake, you say quickly: “you’re famous. You’re in the screen-acting class, right? Everybody talks about how handsome you are.”

Although he tried to be bashful, the pride showed. What a loser, you thought to yourself. Easy to impress with a thought train that easily derailed. The perfect little fool.

Younghoon worked patiently at your foot, first taking the sock off tenderly, then pasting the patch on, and then—holy shit, he’s got a crush on you now doesn’t he? —massaging your leg. You don’t shy away, though, because it feels good. Attention from a guy that looks like him always feels good.

Younghoon makes you laugh with a small joke. He tries to pass himself off as a disaster masquerading as a doctor, but you know he only pretended to treat you because your injury was small, and also, he likes you. Any other patient, he would have redirected to the waiting room.

You hold eye contact with him for a longer time that it could be considered romantic. As he helps you put your sock back on, he sees your heel, broken from your staged fall, and digs out sliders from a closet in the office.

“We got these for free, with the hand sanitizers,” he says, “you can keep it—and also have a bottle, if you want.”

You mumble your thanks shyly, you thought he’d like that type of girl, the shy, agreeable, innocent type.

Younghoon actually helps you slip the sliders on. “There we go…” He looks up at you from his position on the floor, like Prince Charming helping Cinderella with the glass shoe.

“Can I take you out sometime?” Younghoon asked.

You’re surprised, although not so much—you were used to guys asking you out, it’s just… You didn’t think it would be Younghoon. “Um,” you say, “...where?”

“Ice cream? Or some cold noodles? You pick.”

Ah, so a small date. It’s funny, Younghoon is older than Sunwoo but asks you out like he’s a sixteen-year-old. Sunwoo takes you out on real dates, at real restaurants—with the reputation and platinum card of his mother getting him in everywhere, but Younghoon…

You actually did want a small meal like cold noodles. “Yeah,” you say. “Sounds great, actually.”

“Great! Call yourself from my phone!” He handed you his Samsung, and you typed your number in and called until the ringing sound resounded through the quiet clinic. Younghoon grinned.

“Great! I’ll text you, so text me back, okay?”

.

.

“What do you mean, you didn’t even see him?” Sunwoo demanded. “You didn’t even try?”

“Calm down, I’ll get him next time,” you say.

“New plan,” Sunwoo says, “what if you make Younghoon fall in love with you, but still seduce Sangyeon—then when Younghoon finds out his dad was bumping uglies with the girl he loves—he loses all respect for him, Sangyeon’s proudest moments turn to ash. Doesn’t that sound… optimal?”

“I don’t think I can,” you mumble sadly.

“Of course you can!” Sunwoo grows discomposed. “You’ve got the loser tripping over his two feet in love with you.”

“What if I’m not the type to fall in love with? What if all men want from me is sex?” It’s what you use me for, you think, looking at Sunwoo, but don’t say it. Sunwoo loved you—as a friend. There was no hint of love in the way he treated you, and you wanted something different: you wanted him to sacrifice the world for you, but sometimes it seemed Sunwoo couldn’t even sacrifice his free time to hang out.

But he scoffs. “You can’t possibly hope I’d make you feel better about that. Listen, let Younghoon prove this to you—you can totally make someone fall in love with you, starting with him.”

You crawl on his lap to kiss, but he shoots you down by pushing you back with one finger. “I don’t think so, focus on your powers of seduction.”

“But Sunwoo, I need you,” you whined, usually that gets you everywhere with him. You reach for the buckle of his belt, but he pries your hands off of him.

“You’re pent up,” he corrected you, “it’s good. Use that. No release until you fuck Doctor Lee.”

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You decided this time, you’d get actual insight on how to seduce Sangyeon. You weren’t sold on the idea of using Younghoon to further ruin his life, but he was useful.

Younghoon orders himself a small side dish while paying for your more expensive one, no matter how much you insist you’d pay for yourself. “I was looking forward to this,” he says excitedly, which… if only you weren’t wearing that skirt when you first met him. Now he’s hooked.

To get him into talking about his family, you talk about yours first. And then you switch it to him: “and your parents? How were they when you said you wanted to study acting?”

“My mom died when I was a kid,” Younghoon says. “Well, I wasn’t that young, I remember her well—Sangyeon—Doctor Lee—has been the only dad I’ve ever known, we really had a good five or six years together, before my mom passed…”

Dead ex-wife. You mark that down mentally—so Sangyeon’s probably sentimental…

“But I was always acting in plays and helping at the theater since I was a kid,” Younghoon continued, “It’s always been my dream—Sangyeon already saw it coming, I didn’t shock him with the career choice or anything.”

“Hoon,” you call, “Speaking of the man, does your dad… golf or watch sports or something? What does he do?”

“He does… doctor stuff,” Younghoon answered. Great. Doctor stuff! How insightful. “And he watches the Korean national team when they play.” AMAZING INSIGHT, YOUNGHOON! You feel like ripping out your hair, and this innocent-girl persona you have to wear around Younghoon is killing you. You want Sunwoo to fuck you so bad, but he’s literally witholding sex from you, and you’re so pent up you could pounce on someone. But this is the first date with Younghoon and you can’t—ughhhhh.

You miss Sunwoo. He’s the only one that could ever make you feel good.

“Oh!” Younghoon perked up, like he just had an epiphany. “If you’re wondering about my dad, he goes to that one bar a lot, the night before off days.”

Your eyes light up. “Where?!” if you nail this, Sunwoo stops stressing about the wedding, and life can be like normal again…

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Attempt #1 (the real one)

This should be the bar.

Actually, there’s no doubt about it. It’s the classic middle-aged doctor bar. You’re surprised it isn’t teeming with Sangyeon-lookalikes, but it fits perfectly. The worst part of it was how classy it seemed, being here alone, dressed skimpily and sitting at the bar makes you look like you’re scoping men out.

As expected, all these ‘classy’ men just want a chance with you, doctors and lawyers and nepotism CEOs introducing themselves to you, one by one—which would be a good deal, if only you weren’t already in love with your best friend but also on a mission to seduce his step father. You ignore all proposals and drink offers until your target enters the bar, an exasperated sigh accompanying his entrance. “Cherry on the rocks. Thanks.”

You’re enough into drinking culture to know that’s too fun of an order for a normal doctor, but you let your hair curtain your face and just focus on your drink.

You’re wearing the pink little tweed skirt that renders Sunwoo thoughtless, and the dim yellow wall-lights of the bar are enough to light the whiteness of your top aglow. You keep nursing your drink, until it’s clear Sangyeon’s not here to make conversation.

You excuse yourself, sliding down the bill plus the tip on the wooden table top, and go to the rest rooms, where you slowly make your appearance seem disheveled, first wiping at your eye until the makeup is streaming, then your lipstick, then pulling at your clothes so it didn’t set right. Then, you go over to the doctor, and ask if you could just talk to him, voice shaking so you look unsettled.

“Did someone hurt you?” Sangyeon asks in concern when you’re in the parking lot. Now changing your demeanor, you just shake your head with a smile.

“I’m just trying to sober up,” you say. “Can you take me somewhere? Safe?”

“Someone scared you, didn’t they?” Sangyeon grows concerned, it’s your first time being so close to the doctor and every worried crease on his face and the crow’s feet on his eyes just suggests he’s simply a kind man. “If you want to sober up, let’s go get juice at the konbini—”

“Nooo,” you whine, insisting: “Somewhere quiet.” Your hand hooked at the first button on his shirt, trailing down the skin. “Your car.”

Sangyeon doesn’t seem to realize the subtext, as he agrees. His car is nice, obviously, he’s a doctor—he lets you in, and you crawl into the backseat, little skirt flying up—just when you sheepishly pretend to fix it, you realize Sangyeon’s eyes haven’t ever wrongly trailed down your legs or even up them once. It seemed as if you being drunk and impaired made him even more respectful towards you.

“You’re a student, aren’t you?” Sangyeon asks, “Do you want me to drive you to the dorms? Or do you live away from our housing?”

You sighed, like you’re tired from your aching head, but it’s really to stall time, trying to think of your next move. You weren't going to ask him to take you back to his—there’s really no basis to that, and you just met. Something told you Sangyeon isn’t the type to take advantage of drunk girls, so you bide your time, head lazily resting on the car seat. “Can I just stay here? Sober up in the car?”

“Alright,” Sangyeon says, lifting your two feet up so you fit in the backseat. He slams the door shut. “I’ll wait out here—I’ll put the heater on, okay?”

Is this guy a saint or something? you text Sunwoo under the seat, and rest your head back on the headrest; you were feigning tipsiness. Eventually Sangyeon does drive you back to your apartment, and you thank him endlessly. Stupid good man.

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There’s a giant box of chocolates laid on your desk for your first class. A note attached: had fun at our date❤text me! —YH

Sunwoo still won’t talk to you if it’s not about his recent obsession, so you take any ounce of attention from Younghoon as you can get. You don’t even know how often you’ve been hanging out until it’s 5 a.m. on a weekday and the two of you were still on the phone with each other, talking about all kinds of aspects of life, and also about video games and internet culture. Younghoon wasn’t just a nice distraction, he was also a good friend—although something told you he probably doesn’t want to be just that.

“This is our fifth date,” Younghoon said proudly one night in the street tteokbokki stall. “Seventh, if you count the zoom calls.”

Yeah, you’re fucked.

You see the father-son duo on campus after that, walking together through the grassy knoll during lunch break. You’re sitting with your friends as you looked at them pass by.

“Are you looking at Kim Younghoon?” Juyeon, from your friend group, asks.

You almost roll your eyes—you didn’t have an iota of interest in either man so you wouldn’t look at them if your life depended on it. You just needed to know that man you’re seducing—and apparently your efforts are deflecting.

“Just don’t forget us when he’s a hot-shot actor and you’re living in a mansion together.”

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You can’t even begin to explain to Sunwoo that his future father is absolutely uninterested in you, even in skimpy attire. “I was wearing that skirt,” you told him, “the little pink one that makes you thoughtless.”

“Obviously he’s not me,” Sunwoo huffs, “you gotta think like a doctor’s wife.”

“Which your mom is going to be, so should I try out her closet?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Sunwoo flung a pillow at you. “Do I really have to count that as attempt #1? Really?”

“I was totally up for the taking, Sunwoo, and he didn’t bite!”

“Maybe he’s not into that college-girl-flirting-with-grown-ups look. Maybe try something more sophisticated.”

You’re already out the door to his room, going into his mom’s. You throw open the closet—Sunwoo’s mom lets you borrow her clothes from time to time, so it’s not uncommon. Sunwoo trails after you, not understanding. “What are you doing?”

“I’m meeting Younghoon,” you say. “Again. He asked me out again, and I just… I’m doing this so I can know our enemies better.”

“You’re meeting Younghoon?!” Sunwoo asked, shocked. “When?”

“In… fifteen minutes.”

Suddenly Sunwoo was pushing you against the wall, hurriedly peppering you with kisses.

“Sunwoo!—what are you doing?!”

“Gonna mark you up,” Sunwoo says breathily, but you just weren’t feeling seduced. “Gonna fill you with my cum that it’s dripping out of you when you see him.” He captures your unenthusiastic lips in his, and then the wet kiss trails down to your jawline. “Let’s do it on my mom’s bed.”

You push him away with both hands, and he just stares at you like a wounded puppy. “You said I had to use my pent-up frustrations, remember? Don’t break your own rules.”

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You should have taken the chance, though, if only you weren’t too prideful and furtive about getting him back in his own game. When you arrive at Younghoon’s door, you’re horny, dying for just some friction between your legs, and seeing Younghoon’s eager puppy-faced smile made you want him so badly—he’s tall, with long fingers. You knew he could just tear you apart. “I’m so glad you’re here!” he says. “I picked a movie already—I hope you don’t mind—it’s supposed to be good!”

“It’s whatever,” you say passively, before realizing you were supposed to be seducing him, so you force yourself to smile. “It’ll be great, I’m sure I’d love any film you picked!” But he noticed your sulleness prior.

“Is something wrong?” he finally asked, about half an hour into the movie. You’re fidgety and distracted, and every time you cross your legs there’s this… insatiable desire, in the form of skin rubbing against more skin. “Did you not want to come here today?”

“No,” you say passively. Younghoon starts to ramble (is it because i picked a movie without telling you? I’m sorry, is it because you don’t like movies on dates? I’m sorry, is it because my apartment is weird? I was trying to get the cheapest—), you roll your eyes at every apology, pull him in by the collar. “Younghoon, it’s—this.” As Younghoon kept rambling with apologies, you lean over the couch and kiss him, right on the lips, leaving behind a perfect lipstick print when you pull away.

Younghoon chuckled, relieved. “Were you nervous about our first kiss?!” He plants new ones on your lips, over and over again. “That’s so cute! I wanted to kiss you so bad, too!” He plants small kisses on your cheeks, then travels down to your throat and collarbone, and you fix your blouse for him so he could get closer, more access. But when you move yourself to sit on his lap, he freezes, one hand still up your bra.

“Um.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. He’s semi-showing, you can tell, from the tent in his sweatpants, and you’re so ‘pent up’ as Sunwoo calls it, you’d do anything for Younghoon to be in you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask softly, still maintaining your sweet demeanor, but you’re asking so the problem could be solved and you could just fuck—fast.

“It’s just, I’m—I’ve never—” Younghoon was struggling with his words, as if he were bound in his tongue. You understand what he means in a few moments. “Really?” is what you ask, half in shock.

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” he says sadly.

“You don’t disappoint me.”

“Feels like I already did,” Younghoon huffs, putting his hands over his eyes to cover his face. “By having such a big reputation as an actor and yet being a virgin. You must be disappointed.”

You wish you were getting paid for this, because comforting a big man on still being a virgin was nowhere in your bucketlist, and, also, it’s almost too strange that you thought he had to be acting. But you felt fooled by the emotions in his eyes, although you correct yourself: he’s training to be an actor, of course he has expressive eyes.

You still feel like you’re being fooled, because why would someone like Younghoon be a virgin…? Still, if he’s playing a character, you’re playing a character too. “I am too,” you say, tone insistent that he stops shying away so much.

Younghoon’s eyes suddenly filled with a sudden surprise. “Oh, my God! Really?!” He makes sure there’s space between the two of you, and for extra measure, digs out a blanket and wraps you up in it, as if you had just told him of a deep trauma. “I’m so sorry, I should ask next time! I can’t believe I touched you like that, when—”

“Younghoon,” you say, “I’m just waiting on the right person… Do you think you’re the right person?”

Receiving every implication, Younghoon gulps down on a dry throat, eyes trailing down your clavicle. “Someday,” he says.

You pull him in so he could fall into you, softly, hands pinned on either side of you, but he’s on top and he doesn’t know what to do. “Younghoon, if we can’t do ‘it’ today, can you at least…” you guide his hand to your crotch, which he’s hesitant about. “Can we do this? With your mouth?”

“N–no, I…” He’s not making sense with words but the answer is no.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. You know who would actually eat you out, no questions asked? Sunwoo. But Sunwoo’s too stressed to fuck you, and whose fault was that? This father and son.

Younghoon huffed, again, very cutely but you don’t care. “Let’s just kiss in my bed again,” he says, hand already snaking up your shirt. “I want you to be ready for it, okay? I want us both to be ready for it, but tonight isn’t the night.” You finally get the chance to roll your eyes when he kisses you with closed eyes, lips soft but obviously inexperienced.

You kiss him back, pushing him into the mattress and your tongue snaked out into his mouth, and he just welcomes it, but in an innocent way, like he was expecting it but not at the same time.

But whenever things get too hot, he would pull away, smile at you sheepishly, talk about something else, like an audition he’s trying out for or a script he’s reading. You fell asleep in his bed, in his arms, and somewhere beyond the realm of sleep you could feel him kissing your forehead, and then the bed losing the pressure on his side of the bed—he’d gone to sleep in the livingroom.

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Attempt #2

Forget that you have a weird relationship with his son. Forget that his future stepson was scheming for you to ruin his marriage. The real question is, where the fuck does Lee Sangyeon get off?

You’ve come into the clinic, you’ve passed by him, with the tiniest skirts that accidentally and inevitably lifted up enough to see your even prettier, tear-worthy panties, and you know everyone else stared, but not him. Maybe he really is in love. But there’s a tactic you haven’t tried before.

Attempt #2 is all about influencing him. As a psychology book you skimmed through but never read once said, people are interested in themselves, never in you.

You’re about to talk the pants off Doctor Sangyeon.

You feign an urgency about your sprained foot, and enter the office, almost into after-hours, and if he recognizes you as the girl from the bar, you’re just going to fake ignorance.

Sangyeon greets you, and asks you for your name and student identity, but as he checks up on your foot, gently, you ease him into conversation.

“You moved just under a year ago,” you said to the doctor, “why our uni?”

“My son was going to school here, and when I saw they were looking for a new clinic doctor—I like supporting Younghoon, being close to him. He’s my pride and joy—I'd support him, even if I had to give up my position at a big hospital.”

“Aww!” you gushed, “And what about your new house? Did you find a nice place?”

“I live in the terraces, on 4th street,” Sangyeon answered, “my son lives in his own apartment–he wouldn’t be caught dead with his dad!”

Alright, you’re getting somewhere, he’s making jokes, you’re alone, this is better than last time.

“So why did you decide to get married?” you finally asked. “I’m actually an acquaintance of Mrs. Kim’s son—he told me you proposed.”

“Well, I met her, and I felt—” When he turns back to you from the clipboard, you’ve discarded your jacket to the side of the bed, and the blouse you borrowed is tight, just the perfect shade of a nude pink that it brings out your skin tone… and your very apparent nipples.

Sangyeon stuttered, his eyes traveling down your neckline, staring at the flimsy white fabric—he could see everything, you knew that. Your little silver pendant dangled from your neck, but the charm disappeared under the little camisole. You know Sangyeon’s staring. You know he’s panting about where that little silver charm goes, the depths he’ll never comprehend unless he’s lifting up your filmsy little silk layer with his hands and saw everything for himself.

“Th—that’s just like my fiance’s,” Sangyeon finally says. “The… blouse…”

You had, indeed, ‘borrowed’ it from Sunwoo’s mom. But he doesn’t need to know that. Slyly, you muster up a grin. “I guess I just am the type of woman you like, Dr. Lee…” Your arms would have snaked around his shoulders so he could kiss you, but you don’t know if he would kiss you back, so you don’t. You wait.

But Sangyeon pulls away and is back to smiling like nothing’s wrong. “Y/N, you’re a friend of my son, aren’t you?”

Flabbergasted, you stare up at him with a dropped jaw. What the hell?

“There hasn’t been a dinner these past weeks that Younghoon doesn’t talk about you—he mentioned your foot injury, I had an idea it was you—if anything, he understated your good looks.”

“Younghoon—” you start. You’re meant to be talking about your blouse to him. About what’s under it. You’re meant to be knee-deep in doctor dick right now, and he wants to talk about his son?

“I’m glad Younghoon likes you, Y/N, you’re a sweet girl.”

You have to tell Sunwoo the new attempt was a failure. As you walk home that evening, your phone pings with iMessage chats.

It’s Younghoon. You’re over it, Sunwoo is the one you wanted to talk to, but you open the chat, and it’s a photoset of him with a poodle. “I’m dog-sitting for Bori lol,” was the caption. He’s infuriating, how much he thinks he’s being cute or coy respecting your conversation. You text Sunwoo, but he doesn’t reply. You guess you’ll just have to wait for the next time he feels he needs you.

.

“HE ASKED ME TO BE HIS BESTMAN!” Sunwoo yells into the phone. He’s angry, you’ve heard him like this before, and it’s always entertaining, especially when you’re not physically around him. “I asked him, ‘what about your son,’ and he said, ‘you’re both my sons now’—and that idiot Younghoon SMILED at me and AGREED. Fuck. FUCK! Fuck, Y/n, please. Please fucking nail that guy so I can get him out of our lives already, please. Tell me you’re close.”

“Aren’t you just resenting father figures because of your own failed relationship with your father?” you probed. “Maybe you just need to give Daddy Sangyeon a chance.”

“You took a semester in psych, we get it!”

“Ah, but my psych knowledge is what’s going to save you,” you tell Sunwoo. “You see, I’ve tried to seduce him—first with my body, second by playing to his interests, which is something I learnt in psych—people want to talk about their interests, not about yours—but the third try might work: playing his heartstrings. Make him vulnerable and then—” you made a sound with your tongue clicking the top of your mouth, and Sunwoo just sighs on the other end. “I mean, if Sangyeon actually doesn’t fuck me after this, you have to give up and admit he’s a good father.”

“I will,” Sunwoo says. “If he isn’t even half tempted by you, then he must be some kind of saint. I’ll let him marry my mother.” There was a pause. You knew he was hoping that day wouldn’t come. “But Y/N, you actually have to try super hard this time, or it doesn’t count.”

Sangyeon’s heart was basically an impenetrable fortress, and you almost came to the conclusion that maybe he didn’t like girls as young as his son—but you stop your train of thought there, no, Y/n, you can’t doubt yourself, there are no such men—every man in the world wants a hot young piece at his side. Every single one. You can’t just start questioning your life because Dr. Sangyeon rejected you twice.

If Sunwoo was preparing to call you the greatest seducer on this planet, you had to up the game.

Attempt #3. Sangyeon’s shift ends at 5:30. So if you catch him at 5:28… he’d have no choice but to stay overtime, have the nurses go home before him, and you’d have him all alone.

“Doctor Lee?” you asked, head peaking into the office. “Hi, I’m… supposed to have a check-up on my foot?”

“Y/N!” Sangyeon beamed at you. “Come in, this might be just your last visit—Hoonie mentioned you’re walking well again.”

Fucking Younghoon, you cursed to yourself. If he told Sangyeon he likes you, there’s no way Sangyeon will fuck you. But still, you needed to count on your flower power. You entered the room, smiling at him, and asked that he check on your sprained foot, sorry that you’re so late, you just came from the library and lost track of time.

As he checked your foot, you talked about private things, things that could make a grown man cry. “So you’re getting married—don’t you ever miss Younghoon’s mom?”

“Younghoon’s mom…” Sangyeon sighed as the memory seeped into his recollections. “She was beautiful—you’ve seen Younghoon, he gets her looks. I was one year into residency when I met her, and Younghoon was three—so tiny, could only say a few words. I had to work a lot to get him to remember me because I was too busy at the hospital.”

“You’re such a good father, the way you treat him like your own son,” you say. Sangyeon beamed, a bright, side smile. You almost roll your eyes; jesus, was this entire family just so full of praise-thirsty narcissists? “Tell me more about his mom.”

Sangyeon goes on a babble about the golden days with his late wife, the way they raised their little son together, how they became a family, how Younghoon slowly trusted him—all the while, touching you, not in the way you wanted, but soon.

Or so you thought. But the checkup is done and he still hasn’t done anything, not even when you play with the buttons of his shirt and seductively or wave your crossed legs up and down so he could see the color of your panties. This was hopeless… you thought your third attempt was soon over, until you’re walking out of the building with Sangyeon, and it’s pouring, giant fat droplets of rain falling and making rather violent sounds of impact against the roofs and windshields.

This is perfect. Even the weather is on your side. Trying to fool Sangyeon, you tell him you’ll walk to your apartment and immediately ran into the rain, backpack swinging behind you, knowing he will come run after you, no doubt to it.

Soon enough, you hear him call for you. “Y/n! Wait!”

You turn around innocently. “Doctor Lee…?”

“Get in my car,” he says. “You’re not walking, come on.”

Acting bashful, you slowly get in, apologizing that you were so wet. He didn’t seem to catch the subtext. You’re sitting in the backseat, frustratingly so close yet far away from him, and anyway he’s not trying anything–okay, new plan.

“Oh, shit,” you curse, loud enough that he hears you. “Fuck!”

“What is it?”

“I just—I think I dropped my house keys,” you say as you take the keys and bury them in a secret compartment of your bag, and then zip it shut. “Fuck… I’m sorry to bother you, Doctor Lee, but do you mind if I just go home with you? I think my roommate is out tonight—I’ll have to contact her some other way.”

Sangyeon agrees, and soon you’re driving through unfamiliar roads to get to Sangyeon’s flat, the Mugunghwa terraces. The rain doesn’t slow, but at least you’re under the garage, the sounds of the rain seemingly so far away now.

Bori greets you at the door, barking excitedly. You scoop the poodle up in your arms, while Sangyeon gets you a towel to dry yourself. He turns the big light on, perfect—your shirt is completely wet, and it’s a white blouse. You smile to yourself when he turns away, trying to distract himself.

“You should change,” Sangyeon starts, walking off to the bedroom to his closet, but you grab his hand, and not let go.

“Let’s have a drink! I’m in the mood for it.”

With a hesitant look, Sangyeon brings out the good scotch for you. Hospitality, and winning your bet—what a treat.

“Tell me,” you tell the older man, just when you know you had his full attention—to garner more of it, you flip the hair over your shoulder, exposing the valley of supple skin that lead up to your breasts, but he could only dare imagine, from the way your blouse snugly covered everything that would definitely send him over the edge. You’re both on your third glasses, and you can’t wait until he’s drunk in you. “Tell me about your life, Dr. Lee, I want to hear all about it. I know you were lonely, left alone to raise Younghoon like that.” He looked hesitant. “Younghoon was 9, when she passed away, wasn’t he?”

“It was…” Sangyeon unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt. “It was difficult. He wouldn’t cry in front of us, but I always heard him sobbing in his room, every single night for years. He’s a good kid, Y/N. He’s so supportive of my new marriage, too…”

You don’t know if he’s mentioning his marriage to remind himself of it, or if you were meant to know he’s spoken for. Well… doesn’t matter to you.

“That must have been terrible,” you tell Sangyeon.

“Well, it was—”

“I mean, no women, just the company of your son? For a full decade?” You can see his eyes trailing down your shorts, and you run your finger over the gleam of the light, right where he was staring. “You must have been so pent up. How did you do it—you must be so good at suppressing your desires.”

“It didn’t seem important—I was a father. I didn’t think women and sex were a priority.”

You guide his hands to hook around your pants, it’s his choice if he wants to pull them off you. Unlike Younghoon, he doesn’t pull away. “It must have been so hard. Are you happy now, with your fiance?” You kneel at his feet, kneading the inside of his thighs until they’re spread for you, and you pull the belt off its buckles slowly. When you throw it over your shoulder, it lands with a clink of the metal.

“Y/n,” Sangyeon breathes your name out. “What are you—”

“I’m not telling.” Fingers crossed. “It’s okay, Doctor Lee, you can just let me take you by the reins…” Your fingers popped the last of his buttons off one by one, until you’re looking at his white singlet underneath. “There, doesn’t it feel good?”

He looks conflicted, and you have a hunch he won’t do it—and if he won’t, then you still win, Sunwoo’s got a good step dad, so…

“We can’t,” Sangyeon says. “Y/n—”

“Younghoon’s a grown-up now, Doctor Lee,” you say softly, inching closer towards him on the couch. “You can choose to prioritize to not suppress yourself anymore.” You’re standing on your knees next to him, as you whisper your next words:

“You can choose me.”

You don’t even know what happened, because suddenly you’re on his lap, he’s kissing you, his hands are on your collar, and before you know to protest, he tears the blouse into two parts, buttons popping off with the sounds of the threads ripping filling the room.

He seems to have become numb to such sounds, as he’s continuing to kiss you, fervently like a mad man. You’re about to gloat that you won, Sunwoo’s right, the wedding isn’t happening—but Sangyeon bites down on your skin between kisses, and all that comes out of you is a loud moan, more dramatic than you’re used to showing with Sunwoo.

The pearl buttons of your blouse scattered on the floor as Sangyeon’s feverishly hot mouth feels every part of you, throat to collarbone to cleavage. His hand was inside your panties, while his other hand supported you from the small of your back.

You start grinding on his crotch, the way you know boys like. Sangyeon simply grunts at the friction, but he bucks his hips up, wordlessly begging for more.

Your lip gloss is all over his collar and face, and the glitter catches the light and shines—it’s all over his eyelids, from you kissing him. You admire your handy work, pulling away, and he stares back at you, before he carries you—legs wrapped around his torso, strong arms securing you close to his chest. You encircle the legs tighter around him, and he grunts, you must feel so small next to him right now.

Sangyeon lays you down in the bedroom, which was good enough, kept clean, a queen-sized bed. A doctor’s bedroom.

“Is this the marriage bed?” you ask. Has he fucked his fiance here?

“She’s never been here,” he answered. “We’re—we don’t want to disturb her son, and I didn’t have the heart to bring her back here.”

So they haven’t done it. No wonder Sangyeon’s so fucking easy, a few drinks down and now all over you. He just needed the right connection. You giggle, you’re in control now—ruined blouse discarded, you’re the only object of his attention, and you tilt your head to the side, feeling his eyes on you, throat to naval.

He’s speechless for a bit, which you find fucking hilarious.

Slowly, you let him crawl up your body, straddling you with his firm thighs on both sides of you—you run your hand up the flesh, no wonder people go crazy for that—then your eyes flicker back towards him, shaky pupils. He’s a little drunk, but he’s a grown up that drinks straight occasionally. If he cheats, it’s a decision.

And to Sunwoo’s pleasure. You realize what you’re doing is just let Sunwoo use your body, in another way—as Sangyeon’s mouth attaches to your bare chest, his arms wrapped around your waist, tonguing lapping at your nipple as if it could kiss back. Faking a moan, you buck your hips up towards him. You’re not so into him, but you’re dying to see what’s under those tailor-fitted outfits.

So you take your chance as soon as he’s lifted himself off you to gawk—first those legs, the sizable, delicious thighs, then his arms, as he hurriedly pulls his shirt off of him. Every part of that body was just beautiful, tan as if carved out of pure gold carats. You’re clenching around on nothing, as you say: “daddy…”

He likes that. As much as Sunwoo would have hated to call him that, Sangyeon likes it. He takes his dilf job very seriously. With a giggle, you kick off the last of your clothing and welcome him in.

So he’s into that, you think to yourself, when Sangyeon grabs both your legs from the feet and hang it over his shoulder, giving him more space and leverage, more grip—with a grunt, he supports himself on the headboard, but you don’t even have the capacity to worry about breaking the bed when he enters you.

Eyes rolled back to your head, all you feel is him, not even the bed moving, or any of the other sensations: just him, hard and deep in you, experienced, knowing, hot. You swear, you’re the one being played when he hits the right parts of you, except of course—Sangyeon doesn’t know you’re here to ruin his life for what it is.

“Tell daddy how much you want him,” he says, hips stuttering and then completely stopping, pulled out of you. A sadistic streak. “Tell me, come on…”

“Please,” you gasp, hands grasping at the sheets as if you had something chaining your body down, when really all this pressure you felt was from the libido. You gasp for air, realizing you had been holding your breath—usually Sunwoo chokes you for this stuff… The lack of air in you gets you sputtering and clenching around his cock, until you’re fucked out and mewling in his arms.

But Sangyeon isn’t Sunwoo. “Daddy,” you whined—he likes that, as you could see his gaze get hotter on you. You can’t wait to tell Sunwoo. “Daddy, I want your fat cock so fucking bad. I want your cock, please, daddy? Please give it to me?”

Sangyeons hands suddenly grip at the nape of your neck, just for leverage, but he looks concentrated, although his head is a little hazy from the liquor. His eyes flicker to yours and then back to your pussy, watching himself enter in real life like a porn POV.

“I love it, daddy!” you scream, this time upping the ante, just so he gets closer to his finish. You’re here for a bet, but it genuinely feels good. You feel his pelvis against your clit with every thrust, and anyway you don’t even need that stimulation, because his cock in you is already everything. You’re already quivering and spasming around him.

“Daddy’s gonna—ah, fuck,” Sangyeon stuttered out between breaths. “Inside.”

Mid-moan, you shake your head. You don’t even need to articulate it verbally for Sangyeon to know exactly how you want it, he simply gets out of you and shoots his cum onto your stomach. You hear a sigh and a gasp as he’s finally allowed to release, and you smile to yourself, feeling the bed dip at your feet. Mission successful.

Mr. Lee cleans you off well, the kind of aftercare you’ve never had from boys your age. It’s only midnight, but you feign tiredness, and Sangyeon’s actually tired from a whole work day, so he lets you sleep in his bed, wordlessly accepting your presence.

You lie awake after that, not because you didn’t feel right about what you did, but because you’re so fucking excited to tell Sunwoo you’ve done it.

Sangyeon sleeps easily, although if he only knew what you were doing with him, he would always sleep with one eye open. You stay until dawn rises, awake with excitement, wondering what Sunwoo must be doing—but still not texting him, you’re afraid Sangyeon will see the conversation on your screen. Bad people have terrible consciences. You do, however, have the guts to take a selfie with him asleep, when the sun had come up and through the curtains.

You leave at dawn, and right before you’re out the door, you swipe Sangyeon’s identity card and lanyard from the hanger beside the door. Now you’ll have proof.

You go to his front door camera, where some poor security guy must be watching for the whole housing unit. You flash a peace sign at the camera, and then do another pose, where you’re flaunting the hickies on your neck, and your blouse with the torn-out buttons, the ripped stocking on your thighs. All the while staring the camera down like you’re lipsyncing in a music video.

For your last pose, you bring out Sangyeon’s lanyard, which you had stolen right off his desk, shoving it straight at the camera. Then you decide to leave, but not before blowing the camera a kiss.

You order a taxi to Sunwoo’s, which he rented you—a premium taxi, more expensive than half your rent. All you needed to text Sunwoo was ‘breakthough. Xx.’

He just rings you in with a button when you get to his house, not bothering to come down the stairs. But you find him anyway, in his room, doing absolutely nothing with his back to the door. “So,” he says. “Breakthrough as in he’s swaying, or breakthrough as in there’s evidence you—” He just turned to you, and an almost-confused expression spread through his features.

“He did that?” he asked, pointing at your torn blouse.

You nodded eagerly, pulling out your phone from your bag. You swiped at the screen until the selfie you took in Sangyeon’s bed showed up, presenting it to Sunwoo. Sangyeon’s asleep in it, in the light of the early dawn.

“You can check his terrace security tapes, too,” you told him. “There’s gotta be photos of him bringing me home, and then me leaving like… this.” You gestured at the state of you, the torn leggings and the button-less blouse.

Sunwoo doubles over with laughter, and he turns to you with brand new eyes. “Send it to me,” he says. “All of it.”

Sunwoo wasted no time, throwing open his closet door and helping you change into one of his giant oversized dark hoodies. With the torn stockings, it almost looks like you’re runway-ready.

You get onto his bed, and you thought you saw him a little indignant as he joined you. You reached for him, trying to kiss him. “Now you show them to your mom, and they call off the wedding… and then it’s you and I, forever, Sunwoo. No pesky step brothers disturbing us…” You reached over and tried to kiss him, tongue swiping at his bottom lip before he pulled back.

“You mean he was inside of you?” Sunwoo scoffs, pushing you off of him, but just lightly and into the mattress—but his next words made you recoil in shame, before you even realized you should be angry. “I’m not touching anywhere those two were.”

You scoff in mock horror from lying down next to him, and felt the urgent need to imitate Cain from the bible. “You asked me to—” you start.

“I can’t even imagine touching you after them,” Sunwoo says, “it’s repulsive. Their hands were all over you.”

“But you said—” you stumbled on your words, the anger getting too much in the way. “You said after I do this, we could be together, in every way we wanted.”

“You know what I figured out these days, Y/N? That you’re just a nymphomaniac with a libido and whoever I asked you to fuck, with whatever reason, you’re going to fuck them. I did you a favor by picking out a father-son duo for you to obsess over.”

You glared at him. “I didn’t fuck your stepfather because I had a libido, dumbass, I fucked him because you asked me to.”

“Yeah? What are you going to say next, that you love me or something?”

You would never use those three words. And you couldn’t say it to Sunwoo, because… with him it’s genuine. You mean it when you say it to him. But now you think the time is right to say it. “I… I love you, Sunwoo. I think we’re broken, but we fit perfectly. I’ve been waiting for the day you can finally say you would die for me, because I already made up my mind about that. I would die for you.”

Sunwoo looked away from you. “I think you’re too broken for me.”

.

He didn’t need to kick you out—you would leave before it came to that. Always wanted the last laugh. Now with Sunwoo no longer a friend, you realize you had only one person to turn to. You didn’t dare go to him immediately though; you ignore every text, going MIA—until one day when you realize you need someone, something, just to pamper you and make you feel needed again.

Younghoon’s face spreads with a bright joy as soon as he sees your face, and he pronounces your name so happily like a prayer for good weather. But the bleakness in your eyes don’t allude him. “Are you… are you okay?”

“I need you.” Your hands snake around the back of his neck as you kick the door closed behind you, and Younghoon just takes your kiss sheepishly, not doing anything.

“Younghoon,” you say softly, “I think I’m ready—I was always ready, since I met you.” Devious until your last breath, but you weren’t about to admit to him that you’d been wearing a good-girl mask the whole time. If you told him straight up that his future-stepbrother had rejected you…

He looked at you, eyes suddenly so deep and searching, and, damn, his screen-acting classes are paying off, because all this raw emotion just bubbled in the warm depths of his eyes. “You’re sure?” he asked.

You nodded, taking the initiative to undress your own self, discarding your top on the floor. For a second he gawked at the top, as if it were more interesting than your nakedness. Then his eyes come back to yours. “Wow,” he breathes, and then he closes the gap between you two by wrapping his arms around you, an attempt to cover you up with his body.

You quickly get his shirt off, and then your own shorts. Kissing leads to lying down on his couch, but there’s no space there—you fall down onto the rug laid in front of the couch, and it’s just soft enough, you could work with this. Younghoon doesn’t even seem to mind you’re on the floor.

“It’ll be both our first times,” Younghoon says giddily, “I promise I won’t disappoint you, alright?”

You nodded, whatever to appease him and get him out of his pants. So he does, shyly rubbing himself in his boxers, but the mere sight of you has him hard, even without the dragged-out foreplay.

When he takes himself out of his boxers, you gawk. Sunwoo’s the only person you’ve been constantly fucking so far, at least with feeling—and with Younghoon that’s different. Plus, he actually liked and respected you. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” he says.

But you didn’t need him to take the lead. Soon he’s lying on his back on the rug, and you’re the one on top, straddling him but also teasing. You still haven’t stripped completely, and Younghoon was the one with his body being toyed with. “Take off your panties,” he whined. “I wanna see you, I wanna be in you.”

You shot a look at him that makes him lose the brattiness immediately. “Does it hurt?” you say raspily, taking over for his own hand in touching him, and he nods breathlessly. “Want me to make it better?” His breath catches.

“You have to get me wet,” you request. “Do you know how?” Younghoon’s a little hesitant, but you wordlessly show him that you just need his fingers, and his two giant hands pull you towards him, legs spread and on either side of him.

“Here?” Younghoon says, voice barely a whisper. His middle finger touched the hot little button of your clit, and you throw your head back and grown, nodding. “Yes, yes.” He can feel your little clit rolling under him, but he doesn’t know how high the pleasure is—not until you’re touching him, too, and the pressure builds up in him.

You tease him slowly, knowing he’s a virgin and might finish before the fun even starts.

Impatient, Younghoon wastes no time in just getting you with the mere flicks of his fingers—although it was working, it was just too little action. He gets down on the rug, and spits at your cunny, then rubs it along your slit, it’s lewd and gets you even more wetter, the weight of your pleasure is coming: you’re wetter than ever, just enough to take him.

He doesn’t even need to ask you, he lays back down and drag you along the length of his legs, up to his crotch. “Wait,” he stops, “we might need—”

“It’s fine,” you say. You had other means of control installed already, ever since Sunwoo and you started fucking. Younghoon doesn’t protest anymore, except he makes a small sigh of relief as you slowly slide onto him. It’s almost just too soft-sounding for his first time, so you giggle a little. “It’s alright, Hoon, you can make any sounds you want.”

“I—” He slips into a loud moan, as you ease around him, feeling your walls from the inside. His moans turn into certain-pitched ‘oh’s as soon as you started to rock yourself on him, riding him. The fun was just beginning, you hadn’t even begun to ride him properly yet.

Like a fair ride gaining momentum, the roll of your hips started to become impossible to comprehend to him, never expecting the next height of pleasure—and yet you still take him there. Younghoon’s head lolls to the side, he’s dizzy, and it doesn’t matter if he has his eyes opened, or closed—he sees those blue-and-yellow lights spinning in his vision, like he’s really riding a rollercoaster.

Your hips collide with his pelvis as harshly and powerfully as they can, and then you collapse on him, arms holding you up as you press both hands down on his bare chest. Younghoon’s still seeing stars and carousel lights, but with the stutter and squirming of his hips, you know he’s almost there, just doesn’t know it.

“You can’t cum yet,” you tell him. “It’s too soon, I know you’re not used to it, but hold on, okay?”

He nods adamantly. Yes, yesyesyes—he doesn’t say anything, too concentrated on holding his pleasure. Eyes closed in complete concentration.

You grasp his face by the cheeks, asking that he looks at you in the eyes, and when he does you see his eyes are clouded over, it’s almost hilarious how much of a dumb little fucked out hentai look he has. “Speak, if you can hear me,” you tell him.

“Will you—” he pants as he says this, he can’t multitask, get out the words he wants to say while still not trying to cum. He takes a moment to squirm again, but can't escape you. “Will you be my girlfriend, Y/n?”

He resumes his thrusts again, and you almost lose all inhibition, it would be inane to not say yes, when he’s playing you this way. “Yes!” You screamed, hands gripping his shoulders. You arch your back and moan again.

“Yes what?!” Younghoon makes you scream this time, this had become an evenly-advantaged game. But his hands snake to the back of your head, bunching up the hair in a fist that it was almost reminiscent of Sunwoo’s fingers, filling you with an indignant longing.

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend!” you say in-between moans, and it could be heard out the open window. Younghoon stared up at you, satisfied.

“I told you I wouldn’t disappoint you.”

.

You rang the doorbell, standing on the welcome mat before Younghoon’s front door. You knew exactly everything about his apartment now: the extra key on the underside of the mat, where a little pouch was sewed in; the window that didn’t open unless you pushed it a certain way; the half-missing bedframe you had to be careful around. You knew Younghoon so horribly well, from his apartment to his feelings to his body. That you knew the most about, every constellation of moles and secret spots that made him shiver…

You’ve never been so in love before. Although you could say you’re using him as a rebound from Sunwoo, it’s different. You know Younghoon treats you well, better than… him.

It’s been almost 4 months since you last saw Sunwoo, anyway, and you’re thinking maybe he’s changed his mind about ruining his mom’s wedding—it hadn’t happened yet, although it was scheduled to be next month. You don’t know what you’re going to do when Younghoon wants you to be a plus-one at the wedding of the guy you fucked, but you could go on, you could pretend.

But when the door opens, it’s not Younghoon.

“Sunwoo,” you spoke. Then you hear it: three other people, one voice which you recognized to be Mrs. Kim, speaking. From the dining table. You back away slowly, staring in horror at Sunwoo, who only had the same playful glint in his eyes. You knew that look well: when there’s only 2 minutes left in his game and his team is one goal up; when he’s halfway through a race and the others are all only tailing him; when he takes off your panties. Smug, telling. He won. Like always.

“Well come in!” He grabs your hand before you could run away, pulling you into the apartment. “We’re all dying to meet Younghoon’s girlfriend.”

With wide-eyes, you enter the dining room, dragged behind Sunwoo, and your eyes immediately fall on Younghoon, screaming for help silently, but he just grins at you. “Hey! What are you doing here? Is it a surprise?”

Sunwoo smirked, leaning down to whisper in your ear: “you didn’t actually think the text to come here was from him, did you?”

“Sit down!” Younghoon says, patting the seat beside him. “Come here!” He quickly saw your eyes, which were like deers in the headlights, alarmed. “What’s wrong, baby?

“Hoon,” you begged, trying to pull him out of the room. “Hoon, please? I don’t want to. I don’t want to stay here, I think we should go.”

While Younghoon tried to calm you down, the smart TV in the living room suddenly lit up with the white light that said it was on. Connected to Sunwoo’s iPhone, came the robotic voice, and you almost scream. You grasp Younghoon’s arm, nails sinking in, but when you try to tell him to leave, no sound comes out.

A black-and-white security footage starts to play. “Oh, shit, did I air-drop that?!” Sunwoo laughed. “Well, I guess we just have to watch it—mom! Come here and look!”

You feel like you’re watching one of those found-footage horror movies as you watch your own self on the TV—Sunwoo got the front gate security tape, how the fuck?!—posing towards the camera, with a peace sign. Mrs. Kim comes out to see, and so does Younghoon, but you know Sangyeon’s watching from a distance, stopping in his tracks.

“Is that my dad’s apartment?” Younghoon asked. “When did you—” His expression turns into a horrified display of the widest you’ve seen his eyes, when you remove Sangyeon’s lanyard from the camera’s view, and they all see your torn up clothes and fucked-out hair.

The projection turns to the selfie you took, a shirtless Sangyeon and your plump, freshly-kissed lips. Your blood runs cold, as everybody starts to understand what this was.

You rush to the TV and push down the power button, but the multiple clicks make it overwhelmed in commands, and it won’t shut off. “Y/n!” Sunwoo called, “we haven’t gotten to the best part.”

Suddenly your voice echoed throughout the sound systems, as you spoke: “I love you, Sunwoo. I think we’re broken, but we fit perfectly. I’ve been waiting for the day you can finally say you would die for me, because I already made up my mind about that. I would d—”

You scream as you pull the plug out of the wall socket, and even with the TV a blank darkness now, you’re still screwed. You put your head in your hands, still screaming.

Younghoon’s the first to stand up, with closed fists, as he stared down nobody but his father. “I loved her,” he says with gritted teeth. “How. Could. You?”

But Sangyeon’s busy trying to calm down his fiance, who was frantic and trying to wring the engagement ring off of her fingers. “That girl’s the age of our sons!” she was saying. “What in the hell is wrong with you?!

Younghoon grabs Sangyeon’s collar to get his attention, and when the older man’s eyes snap to his, he spits out with hatred: “you’re not my fucking father anymore, do you hear me?” He releases the collar, basically shoving Sangyeon backwards.

You watch the commotion happen, the half-drunk family going ballistic. Meanwhile, Sunwoo poured himself more liquor.

“You’re probably wondering why I rejected you so harshly that day,” Sunwoo says, approaching you only. “It was to get that confession—that raw, unadulterated love confession. I know you love me, Y/n—but does Younghoon?” When all you do is stare up at him, Sunwoo delivers you another smile, and another glass of champagne. His mother’s screaming could be heard from the parking lot, 5 floors down, but he doesn’t care. After tonight, no more pesky wedding planning and step families… although he did somehow lose you in the process, but you’re you. You’ll always crawl back to him. It’s like throwing a boomerang, or shooting an arrow. He knows exactly where you’ll land.

“You know, I expected you to get all sentimental with me, but—you ran straight to that guy, really? Signed yourself off for a lie of a relationship? Oh, well, just hurts more for him–guess I should thank you, huh?” Sunwoo clinked his glass with yours, a sound drowned out by the loud crashing of the sauce bowl falling off the dining room table. “Oh! Who’s gonna pay for that? Certainly not me and my mom, we’re out of here.”

With a laugh, he takes the front door out of the apartment, purposely leaving the door open when he leaves so the entire flat could hear them better.

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[momhwa-agenda]

momma's kissing santa

PAIRING: Sangyeon/AFAB Reader

WARNINGS: Fluff, daddy Sangyeon, smut (18+ MINORS DNI!!), dry humping, Santa roleplay kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

SUMMARY: On a magical Christmas Eve, a heartwarming surprise is in the works for your son as your husband transforms into Santa Claus. In the cozy glow of the living room, the festive plan takes an unexpected turn when Sangyeon, lost in the enchantment of the moment, shares a tender kiss with you, right in front of your son.

A/N: This and the Younghoon fic were all smutty thoughts lmao. But pleeeasse Dad!Sangyeon and Christmas sexual innuendos? I can't resist. S/N for son's name.

･:*.⋆❀⋆.*:･

It's nearly Christmas Eve, and your son is adamant about staying awake until midnight to catch a glimpse of Santa. "Okay, we'll wait for Santa together, but first, let's take a bath," you suggest. Once he's in his pajamas, he rushes back to the living room, eagerly peering out the window for Santa's sleigh.

"Honey, give him some time," you giggle at his excitement. "I'll read you a storybook, or we can play with your new toys while waiting." Despite his initial pout, he agrees to your suggestion, and you sigh in relief.

You and Sangyeon planned a surprise for your boy, having Sangyeon dress up as Santa Claus. To ensure the plan's success, you keep your son occupied to avoid spoiling the surprise, until he falls asleep in your arms.

As he sleeps, you receive a heartwarming Christmas greeting from your husband: "Merry Christmas to my lovely wife. I'm in the living room now." Blushing at the greeting, you gently wake your son, whispering, "Merry Christmas, S/N. Let's go meet Santa." Excitement sparkles in his wide eyes as you lead him to the living room. By the glimmering Christmas tree, Sangyeon, dressed as Santa Claus, waits. You watch the heartwarming scene unfold as your son runs into Santa's embrace. 

“Santa! I knew you would come!” S/N

“What made you think I wouldn't?” you purse your lips, fighting the urge to laugh at the sound of Sangyeon’s deep voice, impersonating Santa.

"I tried to be a good boy all year because people said Santa only visits children who are good."

"Well, let me tell you something," Sangyeon says, his eyes crinkling into crescents. "I have a list of all the kids who are nice and a list for those who are naughty. But there is hope for every kid to improve every year."

“Improve?” your son asks, tilting his head.

“To do better next time. And I'm proud of you, S/N. I just hope you're kind to your mother.”

“Oh, I love mommy,” S/N coos. “Even when she gives me ugly greens, I still love mommy.”

You both laugh at your sweet boy. “Well, that means your mother is good at her job.” Sangyeon says, turning to look at you. For a moment, Sangyeon forgets he's dressed as Santa and gives you a light kiss on the lips.  

"Santa, why did you kiss my mom?" your son pipes up. You fight to show any reaction by covering your mouth – which muffles your laughter – leaving your husband to answer his child’s question. “Well, the kiss is a... blessing because your mother works hard.” 

“Do you do that for every mother?” Just when things couldn’t get any more awkward. With your palm still covering your mouth, you look away and Sangyeon is just stammering. “Oh no… your mother is just very special…That’s why,”

Luckily, your son buys it, and he excitedly asks Santa to stay while he opens some of his presents. After some time, S/N yawns, and you carry him to his room, tucking him in bed. 

Returning to the living room, you and Sangyeon revel in the success of the surprise. 

“I’m so glad that worked” you place a hand on your chest. “We're cool parents, that's why," he declares, hugging you and planting a kiss on your head. 

“Nice move, by the way, babe,” you add, lightly punching his shoulder. Sangyeon frowns, and you roll your eyes. “The kiss. On the lips,” you stress.

“Ahhh,” he brings you back into his arms, pressing his cheek to yours. “I’m sorry, love, it’s a reflex. You’re irresistible” he adds, making a goofy face. You pull his hat down to cover his eyes. “It'll take him a couple more years before he understands that."

"He better not just yet. I don't want to scar him," you tell him.

"He won't. You're doing a good job," Sangyeon reassures you, rubbing your back.

Looking up at Sangyeon, you bat your eyes. “How about me? Do I have a present from the great gift giver of this festive holiday?”

Sangyeon’s lips curl into a smirk. “Oh, I don't know. I'm confused, honestly, because you're on the naughty list, ma'am.”

“But what if I can make up for it? I can be a good girl, Santa” you fiddle with the white curls of his fake beard. “I can start now” you bring his face forward, taking his mouth in an erotic kiss. Sangyeon groans, hands moving from your waist down to grope your ass. You hook one leg around his waist, rolling your hips against his crotch. 

Did it feel a little cliche that you were horny and saying all the festive themed sexual innuendos? Maybe a little. But for some reason, your husband dressed as Santa motivated you even more to rile him up. 

“Mmm, Santa, you’re so naughty too” you gasp, feeling up his hard-on. 

“Are you sure this is the way to get on my nice list?” he hums. 

“Well I think you work so hard, and I really want to show you how grateful I am” the last couple of words roll out of your seductively. At that, your husband carries you to the couch, positioning you on top to straddle his lap.

Your tongues tangle around each other ferociously, as you grind on his cock. You’re so needy for him that your arousal stains his pants and neither of you have even undressed yet. 

“Do you do this often with…other naughty mommies?” you moan into his ear.

Sangyeon bites his lip, restraining himself from groaning too loud. “Believe me, you’re the only one” his hand slips under your pajamas, twisting his fingers around the waistband of your panties before pulling it up, digging into your folds. Your eyes widen and you purse your lips preventing you from making a sound. “Who has made a good impression” he finishes, rolling his tongue out, barely touching your lips, teasing you. 

Reaching behind him to grip the sofa deck, your movements turn desperate. Sangyeon slips two fingers to rub all over your pussy lips and tears start to form in your eyes. The way he could easily draw tears from your eyes just from rubbing your cunt, and having no choice but to bite back your moans was so wicked of him. Fuck, I love him so much, you think.

“Sang-” you cut yourself off, nearly saying your husband’s name. Similar to how he forgot he was playing Santa earlier. 

“S-Santa”

“Hm?”

“I need your cock now” 

Sangyeon immediately reaches between you, taking his cock out, precum trickling down from his tip. You adjust yourself a little, just enough to move the lacy piece aside, before sinking onto his cock. You hug him close, gasping as you sink your teeth on his neck. Sangyeon digs his fingers into your skin, gripping your ass harder. Even he was having difficulty keeping his groans down.

“Is this everything you wanted on your wishlist?” he manages.

You face him, resting your hands on his knees as you slowly ride him. “Yes. It’s everything I wanted”

You were so wet, you coated Sangyeon’s cock with your juices that the sound of your wetness and the slapping of skin on skin filled the room. Regardless of how many times, how many positions he had you on, Sangyeon was never getting used to the delicious sight of you fucking yourself on his cock. He moves one hand up under your shirt to grope your breasts, turning you on so much you speed up your pace.

“I want you to look at me,” he huskily says. You open your eyes, and in that moment both of you felt your impending orgasms. The daze and lust in you and your husband’s eyes was enough to engulf you both in the shared explosion of your releases.

In one swift motion, you connect your mouths together, muffling both of your moans as he raised his hips to continue fucking yourselves through the wave of your orgasm.

When you eventually calm down from your high, you and Sangyeon just stay there. Holding each other in the tender afterglow. 

He kisses your forehead, “Merry Christmas, my love” he tells you.

“Merry Christmas, Sangyeon” you whisper to his lips.

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@daisyvisions @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez this is for us ✨💝 here's to a new year of writing and our chaotic friendship.

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[aimeecarreros]

november 04, 1996 happy birthday lee sangyeon! the boyz's leader, dad, and main vocalist 💗💖💟

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[winterchimez]

Redemption of Love - Chapter 1

SUMMARY: Choi Chanhee—better known as the Phantom of the Opera, has dominated the Paris Opera House with his lifelong partner, Christine Daae, for years. Until one fateful day, an incident forces them to be separated and never to be reunited again.

Decades later, you have begun your journey here at the famous opera house with the help of your fiancé, Lee Sangyeon. After several performances, it was then that you would come face-to-face with the renowned phantom himself, and he is determined to never let you go again, convinced that you were his long-lost partner whom he has not seen in many years.

It is now your choice to make. To give your heart to the once-forgotten phantom? Or to stand firm and marry the love of your life.

PAIRING: phantom of the opera Chanhee x singer f!reader x fiancé Sangyeon

GENRE & WARNINGS: phantom of the opera au, angst, supernatural, thriller, crime, fluff, time travel, reincarnation, major & minor character deaths, otome, pg-13

WORD COUNT: 2,242

A/N: and so the actual plot begins 🥳

July 1921

It was the summer of an exciting year ahead, and here you are—skipping your way enthusiastically as you make your way to the building of your dreams. 

You had just recently graduated from Conservatoire de Paris, which is one of the top universities for future artists like you to begin their journey in their very own choice of expertise in performing arts. 

It was also where you met the love of your life, Lee Sangyeon. 

It was a shocker to you that he was even in the performing arts department because, really, he seemed more like the type of person who would enroll in business or finance instead. With how he presented and styled himself, you thought it had to be a joke at first for him to even have a thing for music. 

That was until you both met a year prior, in one of your musicals—where the both of you were chosen to be the lead roles of the show. Things started awkward initially, for you were shy and always reserved. At the same time, he was the outgoing one—seemingly being the one who would always start a conversation with someone new in the theatre department daily.

You knew from the back of your mind that since you two were the show's lead stars, someone definitely had to break the ice for sure—of course, it was the man himself. 

In the beginning, you felt really awkward since you definitely felt bad that Sangyeon always had to be the one to initiate a conversation or even speak up for you in certain situations. But over time, you have come to grow more comfortable hanging out with the guy himself and got used to his lame dad jokes that he often made to get your reaction (because he apparently loved it a little bit too much). 

Eventually, you both begin to realise that you’ve had feelings for one another. You both begin spending more time together and eventually put up a great show for the season—arguably one of the best performances the university has ever had for the past decades. With that, you both were rewarded the title “outstanding actor and actress of the season”, and that was where you got the opportunity to pursue your career here at the Paris Opera House. 

Additionally, you have got to give some bonus points to your boyfriend because never in a million years would you’ve thought for him to come from a noble class family with actual ties to the infamous building itself.

Hence, here you were—holding a bag of your belongings, ready to begin your new journey ahead. 

Giving yourself a deep huff, you straighten your back and lift your head high as you enter the opera house.

Let’s do this.

In the blink of an eye, it has already been months since you’ve gotten a job here at the Paris Opera House. You came in with a positive mindset, thinking that you would be getting your grand debut at the well-known theatre and have a great kickstart of your upcoming career as a professional opera singer. 

It turns out that the real world is a lot cruel and harsher than you thought it was. 

As much as you had a great reputation back in your university—even having way more experience than most apprentices who first started at the theatre, you were eventually placed as a backup dancer in most of the shows you were in. Even when you were lucky enough to portray your singing abilities, the best you were given were some minor roles where you would step in to support any absentee among the minor casts. 

To make matters worse, you have yet to hear a word from Sangyeon since you both graduated from Conservatoire de Paris. He was away for some family business in Romania, and it could take him months or even a year to return.

It pains you how badly you both would be separated from one another for god knows how long as you sent him off back at the train station eight months prior. You both hugged one another as tightly as possible, not wanting to let go. 

Sangyeon promised to write a letter to you as much as he could—sure enough, he kept his promises as you would receive a letter each month. But his physical absence during your darkest times was horrendous, and you were left alone to deal with your misery. 

You tucked away the most recent letter that you received from your significant other into your little box of collection of love letters between you two and placed them right above your fireplace. Standing up from your wooden stool, you made your way to the tiny little mirror you kept by your bedside to do a final check to ensure your outfit and face full of makeup were ready. 

Mentally, you reassured yourself that today would be great and you were definitely on the right track of growing as a performer, which would eventually lead you to score yourself with more prominent roles in the future. 

Practice makes perfect. That was the motto you have always lived by, even today.

With that, you took in a deep breath and gave yourself a smile while filling your thoughts with positivity as you exited the comforts of your tiny home. 

As much as you thought it was an ordinary day today at the theatre, you were now met with a disastrous situation that has made everyone mad. The lead singer of the Paris Opera House, Madame Indivus, has just called in sick, and she will not be able to make it for the opening performance of Orlando tonight. 

Panicked, everyone desperately tried to talk against each other, trying to figure out who would step in to fulfill her role. It wasn’t an easy decision, as Madame Indivus has created quite a reputation for herself. She wasn’t known to be one of the most recognised sopranos of the decade of the theatre for no reason. 

As the chaos ensued, one of your costars joined you as you stood at one of the corners of the stage, witnessing how messy the entire situation unfolded before you. She nudged at your shoulder, trying to get your attention. 

“Hey, Y/N. Maybe it’s finally your turn to shine.”

“What are you talking about, Avaleigh?” 

“Oh, come on, you know what I exactly mean. It may finally be your turn to prove to everyone that you are as capable as Madame Indivus or even better than her!” She reassured. 

Sure, you were always grateful for Avaleigh being your number-one fan and supporter ever since you both started your journey here at the opera house. She has always been there at the beginning and has kept you company while your partner has been away. When she first heard you sing when she bypassed your fitting room, she was convinced that you had the voice of an angel and could potentially succeed Madame herself someday. 

As much as you were grateful for her support and encouragement, there was just no way you could convince the other costars and the higher-ups from the theatre. You were just a mere ordinary girl who danced with a group of backup dancers in all of the shows. There was no way the theatre owners, Mr Arnaud and Mr Arquette, would allow a minor cast like you to take over the grand performance for tonight.

Before you could shut down Avaleigh’s crazy idea, you were shoved to the middle of the stage as she stomped the ground and cleared her throat as loudly as possible to get everyone’s attention. 

God no, Avaleigh.

“Everyone, may I have your attention, please? I believe my friend, Y/N, has the perfect solution to resolve this mess we are in now.” 

She then looks at you with glistening eyes as if she were a girl who had just gotten her favourite candy at the candy store, waiting for you to speak up. 

Hesitating for a moment, you decided just to give it a shot. It didn’t matter if everyone thought it ridiculous, but it was your only chance to prove that you were a very talented soprano. 

‘I… I volunteer! To step in and fulfill Madame’s role.” 

There was a moment of silence, where everyone had their eyes fully on you and stared at you in a very confused manner. Seconds later, a huge laughter would erupt in the hall—causing everyone to laugh at your ridiculous offer. 

“Don’t be silly, miss Y/N. You are just a backup dancer and nothing more.” Mr Arnaud chuckled as he was on the verge of having tears in his eyes while taking one of his napkins from his back pocket to wipe his eyes dry. 

However, Avaleigh was not going to back down from this. “I’m sure if you all hear her sing, you will most definitely change your mind and give her a chance.” 

That has intrigued both Mr Arnaud and Mr Arquette, and they decided to spare at least the next five minutes just for you to portray your so-called capable talent to the crew. 

Rubbing your hands nervously together, you decided to speak up. “I… umm… can sing this one song I wrote not too long ago if that is okay for you, Mr Arnaud and Arquette?” 

When both men nodded their heads and gave you permission to take over the stage, you straightened your back and cleared your throat. 

It was now or never.

Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while, please promise me you'll try. When you find that, once again, you long to take your heart back and be free if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me.

Your voice first began a little more shaky than you expected, but as soon as you got the hang of it, you decided to press on and continue with the song. 

We never said our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea but if you can still remember stop and think of me.

As you approach the second verse, you regain the confidence you once were proud of when you performed on stage. With that, you finally felt relief and eased your tension away as you fully immersed yourself in the song and truly enjoyed the moment. 

Think of all the things we've shared and seen don't think about the way things might have been.

Your voice filled the entire opera house and has definitely left all of your costars and owners' jaws wide open. Who would have expected a backup dancer like you, who always played minor roles in all of the performances, to possess such an angelic voice?

It was as if your voice would melt the hearts of those who listened, and now they finally get to witness how the “outstanding actress of the season” from Conservatoire de Paris truly shone her brightest when she was on stage. 

Just as you were about to reach the final verse, the door to the hall slammed open, and it would be the person you have been longing to see.

It’s Sangyeon. Here in the flesh, right in front of your eyes. He’s back.

Seeing this as an opportunity, you decided to sing the very last verse dedicated to him as he made his way towards the stage, you tried your best to fight back the tears that were now forming in your eyes.

Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned. Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. Recall those days look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do there will never be a day, when I won't think of you.

With that, he finally got himself up to the stage and gently embraced you, where your tears finally steamed down on your face. It was this scent that you missed, and so was his warm hugs that would always seem to take all of your problems away. 

In return, you received a huge applause from your costars as they cheered for you. One of the owners, Mr Arnaud, then approaches you. 

“Well, Y/N. You surely have outdone yourself. And I am pleased to pass on the role of Madame Indivus to you for tonight’s opening performance.” 

Having no time to waste, both Mr Arnaud and Arquette clapped their hands together to get everyone back to their positions, seemingly trying their best to get their feet back into the final rehearsal before the audience arrived and filled the place up. 

You then felt a set of fingers lift your chin and redirect you to look in the direction of the love of your life, and it was that smile of his that made your tears start to reform once again in your eyes. 

“You finally did it, Y/N. Your very first major role in the opera house. I am beyond proud of you, my love.” He then leans in to place a quick peck on your lips, knowing that as much as you both would like to rekindle and savour more of those kisses, there were more pressing matters. 

Before breaking off the embrace, you gave a little bop on his nose with your delicate fingers.

“You sure know how to make an entrance, young man, for that song was written and dedicated just for you.” 

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[juyofans]

MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

HIII my first ask game on this account, thank you for sending this in 💖💖 i'm only gonna do a few people cause i have to go back to studying so enjoy!

@yunhoszn — you keep falling asleep in class but one day, coffee appears on your desk to help u stay awake. you're like who tf is gifting me coffee, my exact order, in this stupid ass speech class. turns out it's the guy who sits in the back row (yunho) that has a small crush on you because of one time you helped him out with an assignment

@winterchimez — you're an elementary school teacher and sangyeon is the single dad of one of your students. i know we've talked about this before but genuinely it would be so heartwarming to see him be the best dad ever (bonus points if he's a girl dad)

@bro-atz — god ever since you mentioned that you studied film, i get reminded of this wip idea i have where you fall in love with the lead of the film you're directing (in my head i think this would suit seonghwa). bonus points if you're in college, you're just a student trying to make a short film for one of your classes

@jaehunnyy — oddly specific but i feel like you would accidentally text the wrong number (san's number) and end up becoming close with him through texts. i feel like you guys are both very talkative and you would definitely fall for each other even if you have no idea what the other looks like.

@sungbeam — hear me out. you keep babysitting this 13 year old who complains that he doesnt need a babysitter but u get paid well So. you never find out who's paying you until you accidentally fall asleep and get woken up by this smokin hot dude (hongjoong) who's like Thanks for always taking care of my brother 💖 you end up staying a little longer each time to talk to hongjoong after that

#꣑୧ . . . inbox #꣑୧ . . . my loves #lmk if u guys want a part 2 i didnt add a lot of people

[hongyangi]

a bunch of prompts i am working on

note: they're not final, but i wanted to save the ideas. they may not be done or written soon 😔 this contains both fluff (to be posted on @coboftea) and nsfw contents, reader discretion is advised, all of these are tbz fics (because they're literally my only ult rn ;-;) and summaries focus on the "you" in the stories hehe (to avoid major spoilers)

lee sangyeon

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being a single parent, you always wanted to give the kids only the best and be a good role model to them as well all on your own. not until you got tangled up in a top secret mission after bumping into an undercover police named sangyeon lee. now, not only did he suddenly become a colleague, he also... babysits the kids?

jacob bae

clouds will send my lullabies for you

summary: anonymous letters kept appearing inside your locker. those poems make your heart race and ache a little. later on, you embarked on a search to find out who sends you these letters after finding the same words from your late composer dad's stash of old written lyrics.

our closing scene

summary: after quitting the brilliant world of film industry, one last story needs a proper ending. and it involves you, and a person who was there even before you started your career.

when the dark blooms on a moonless night

genre and warnings: kingdom au, revenge, knight!jacob, crown prince!hyunjae, mentions of suicide and abuse, will include nsfw scenes, divided into chapters, there are dark and fluff scenes too :›

summary: you're starting to believe that your own existence is a mistake. your hell of a family only uses you to gain power over the kingdom, your first love betrothed you to his right-hand man, and your husband, who only follows his master's commands, is always away from home. on a dark melancholic night, when you decided to end your life, the hands of your savior held onto your hopeless existence, unintentionally planting a revengeful flower in your heart.

winter ends tonight

genre: smut, angst, broker!jacob, short chapters

summary: when you accidentally killed your fiancee because of him abusing you, his well-off family is determined to get rid of you. with the last of your means of escape, you planned an escape to another country. but with the winter hindering your journey, you're stuck in the refuge your broker provided, and in the middle of a forest where all you could do was wait, eat, and share a bed.

lee hyunjae

never not love you

genre: enemies to lovers, high school, dilemma, delinquent!hyunjae, setting in the early 2000s, coming of age, angst, a bit humorous, ft. sangyeon, chanhee, changmin, divided into chapters

summary: lee hyunjae is the most unexpected person to ever enter your life and change it poignantly. and you do the same to his once purposeless and frivolous life. but high school doesn't last forever and you won't always be 18. when bad boy hyunjae changes his reputation and decides to study in seoul with you, a heart-rending event stops your plans and leaves you with a dilemma to lie, or to tell him the truth and leave.

kim sunwoo

frxxnds

genre: friends to lovers, family dilemma, marriage of convenience, gonna be chaotic and humorous, thinking if this will be divided in chapters or just a one long story, inspired by big naughty's masterpiece 'frxxnds'

summary: being the eldest daughter in your family has never been easy, and worst part is that you felt like you were never allowed to rest or feel tired. you're on the verge of an outburst and you're barely holding on. an opportunity to get away from your shackles arises when your mom finds your friend's pregnancy test in your belongings, a light bulb lights up in your head and you admit that it was yours. thinking your mom will kick you out without second thoughts. but what's worse, your childhood best friend, sunwoo, supported your claims and admits he's the father.

dal: that will be all for now! i do reallyyy hope that i could finish even just ONE from these prompts 😭 ciao for now!

#the boyz #the boyz fics #the boyz au #the boyz fluff #the boyz angst #the boyz smut #the boyz x reader #the boyz scenarios #the boyz drabbles #the boyz imagines #kpop fic #sangyeon fic #jacob bae fic #younghoon fic #hyunjae fic #juyeon fic #kevin moon fic #choi chanhee fic #changmin fic #haknyeon fic #sunwoo fic #eric sohn fic #dal prompts

[daisyvisions]

hiya!! do you have any sangyeon fics rec? 🥺

hi! of course I do babe 💕 here you go:

Hate Is a Strong Word by yours truly 😉 (I pride myself in this work so much so this is a self-promote haha)

A Friend in Need & Can I Call You Daddy? by @dontflailmenow (when I say I folded, I FOLDED 😩 I can still feel shivers down my spine remembering these fics)

First Day Jitters by @destiny-fics (converted me into finger sucking ngl skjdfndjks please read the whole series if you can!)

Pay Attention To Me, Baby by @tbzxnight (even if it's not long, the general pacing of this had my heart racing 😵‍💫)

Single!dad x babysitter! reader by @moonshineboyz (I fucking SCREAMED at that one part I'm not gonna spoil it so read it!)

Forbidden Territories by @sugarcherriess (okay some dark themes here ish since it's mafia related + it's got Hyunjae BUT it was well written and considered the reason why I'm a sangmil girlie tbh)

Taekwondo boy!Sangyeon by @sangyeonsofthours (steamy steamy steamy I would like to get kissed by him like this too please 😮‍💨)

A Daydream Like You by @sxcret-garden (honestly this was one of the first fics I read of sangyeon and I fell in love with him even more after this 🥺)

From The Heavens by @bae-del-moon (I actually waited for updates on this one every week, writing is so fucking amazing I wish I could write something as great as this!)

Bad Luck Charm by @thepixelelf (me? reading fluff? ofc I do I'm not all nasty 🤪 but seriously this was too cute I wanted to give him a lil kith after reading this)

Black Magic by @khonshu-ed (another fluff! I felt sooo many tingles throughout my body after reading this, it was too cute I wish there was a continuation of it!)

Here is a Wattpad recommend I have too:

Inside Us by @/sixeaj (this is a crime story so there are trigger warnings BUT GOD DAMN I would like to hang this masterpiece up on my wall, and I'm probably thinking about reading it again fr I loved it so much 😩)

I'm pretty sure I'm missing loads of amazing work but these are the ones I would say had an impact on me somehow kjsdnfjn hope you enjoy! 🥰