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Happy Y/N Day!

synopsis; in which it’s your birthday and you can cry if you want too. OR you have a shit day and want to wallow in your self misery but the boys have other plans and — oh, this is awkward — we already invited everyone over for a surprise party and you definitely don’t seem like you’re in the mood for one but….surprise?

pairing; OT7 x birthday girl!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, suggestive themes, birthday au

warnings; cursing, angst in the form of tears and terrible bosses, fluffy fluff from all the boys in their own respective ways cause they hate seeing you so sad and miserable, inappropriate birthday cakes cause that’s your type of humor (or rather it’s mine lmao), implied sexy time that y’all dirty minded people will come up with on your own I’m sure ~

rating; 18+

w/c; 2,926

a/n; it’s my birthday today was my birthday on the 15th and you best believe I’m going to self indulge and base a fic around all seven of these lovely souls and me (and you if you squint and imagine hard enough 😉) lmao but yeah like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback (and birthday wishes hint hint 🥳) is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content – like this! all the love, always.

networks; @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet

Today is your birthday.

And it was shaping up to be a terrible, horrible, no good day. Your hair is a rats nest from the biting wind and relentless rain, your clothes are soaked through to the point of your off white shirt being see through, and your makeup is beyond being able to be fixed so now you look like you’re back in your high school scene years of looking like a trash panda(no h8, m8).

Good thing you have seven soulmates in your life to lift your spirits, cause you were going to need it in all aspects of the word — moreso around the liquor portion though and not so much ghosts and ghouls, no matter how much you love horror movies.

Your only wish this year? Your only request for the boys? No surprise party.

So, imagine to your not so surprise when you open your shared apartment door to a decent cluster of people shouting—

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!”

Your lip is trembling, and you bite your lip to the point of nearly breaking skin. Your eyes begin watering, pooling at your inner creases and making their way to blur out what little vision you had left that wasn’t already obscured from your wet clumps of hair framing your face. You wrap your arms around your chest in hopes of covering up the majority of your black, lacy, bra from the multiple sets of eyes of family members and friends alike.

You just want to scream, to cry.

So, you do.

It’s your fucking birthday and you’ll cry if you want too.

Your mom’s face is worried, and she immediately goes to embrace your shivering form in a hug only mother’s can give. It just makes you sob harder.

Your step father awkwardly chuckles and tells everyone to just go along with what they were doing prior to your arrival, and at the same time waves at the boys to make their way over. Your mom directs you all out of prying eyes and into the kitchen connected to the living room, thankfully there’s a door to provide some privacy.

As soon as your mom lets you go with murmurs of entertaining the guests for a bit, another pair of arms scoops you up into a tight hug, rocking you two back and forth as they continually kiss the top of your hair. Voices around you are asking if you’re okay or if you need anything. You’re too distraught to reply, choosing to just delve deeper into the chest of your current solace instead.

They smell like strawberries, like your shampoo, and you’re able to conclude whose arms you’re in. There’s only one person who always indulges themselves in your shower products, claiming that women’s products are far more superior than mens – Taehyung.

His deep, baritone voice can be felt and heard within the depths of his chest as he speaks, your ear pressed firmly against it. His hand, along with others you notice, are either touching you, caressing you, or rubbing you in solidarity.

“What happened, y/n?”

You let out a broken whimper. You then hear the cork of a wine bottle being pulled out and someone pouring a glass. A mug that has a picture of Bam on it is thrust in front of your face as soon as you pull away from Taehyung’s hug. Following the hand to the face of your liquor fairy, you find Min Yoongi.

He’s scratching the side of his face as he waits for you to take it, there’s a worry line forming between his brows as he frowns at your distressed state. He hates seeing you this way.

“Sorry, it’s the first cup I could find. Figured it wouldn’t matter anyways.”

“I think it’s better than a boring wine glass.”

Jungkook chimes in from close by, and you see him leaning against the counter next to you. Just like Yoongi, even though he’s cracking jokes, his expression is also one of worry. When you lock eyes with Jungkook, he’s able to give you his signature bunny toothed smile, albeit small, and it’s enough to make you crack a small smile of your own.

Taking the mug into your hands, you shift so your back is now leaning against Taehyung’s, his hands wrap themselves loosely around your waist, as he rests his chin lightly on your shoulder. Each breath he takes, you can feel the warmth from his nose tickle your neck. The sensation brings goosebumps to your skin.

Namjoon notices you shiver and thinks you’re cold from being wet. He shrugs off his cardigan and steps around Jungkook to maneuver it around your shoulders, securing it around your front that he does his best to not look at, considering the situation.

“Was your boss being a grade A asshole again?”

Jimin’s head pokes itself from behind Namjoon’s broad shoulders, as he uses the kitchen island to gain enough leverage to heave himself over the tall giant to see you. Jin waves a hand in the air with anger, brows furrowing.

“Aiiiiish! You should quit that job, y/n! They don’t deserve you from the way they constantly treat you over there!”

“Seriously. You know we’ll help support you until you can find another job. We hate seeing you come home so exhausted and defeated all the time.”

Hoseok’s normal cheery voice is long gone, he leans sideways against the kitchen island next to Jimin and nods at you with a grimace.

“Maybe you’re right.”

They collectively let out a sigh of relief that has you giving them a ‘really?’ look as you chug the wine down, leaving the mug empty. This time, Jungkook takes over for Yoongi to refill your mug. His tattooed covered hand is back within your sight in seconds. When you take it, he gently pushes the hair that’s been partially shielding your face this entire time behind your ear. You unconsciously lean into his hand – it’s warm, it’s soothing. He gives a genuine smile at your reaction to his touch.

Taehyung’s grip on your waist tightens considerably. You look at him, but his eyes are surveying those around you with a look of regret.

“We’re sorry we didn’t listen to you when you said you didn’t want a surprise party, y/n.”

Namjoon clears his throat and gains your attention next. He seems just as guilty, as do the rest of the boys you realize. As much as you didn’t want one, it was true, you would endure a thousand more surprise parties if it meant that they still genuinely enjoyed throwing them for you. You — the horror loving, short, should be wearing glasses all the time but you only wear them half the time, hard working, dirty and dark sense of humor spewing, and even when you have your sourpuss moments still somehow radiate the sun out of your ass cause you have a mama bear instinct for those around you — you.

The one they cherish, adore, pretend to hate but actually love when you steal and wear their clothes even when all they do is drown you, and most importantly who they love.

You go to open your mouth and reassure them that it’s okay, they don’t need to feel bad for just wanting to make you feel more special than you already do on a daily basis by them, but a knock on the door that connects the two rooms quiets the room.

Your adorable mom pokes her head in with a hesitant smile.

“Just wanted to let you know that you have the house to yourselves, your father and I told them you weren’t feeling well and that we would postpone for another day. They all were very polite and wished you well. You have a good group of people in your life, dear.”

An authentic smile appears on your face for the first time that day, and you can’t help but agree.

“I do. Friends and family.”

You pat Taehyung’s hands that have moved to lay on your stomach and he unfurls himself from you so you can stand on your own. You give him a peck on the cheek that has his boxy grin on full display, a light hue to his cheeks accompanies it. You do the same for each of the male’s in front of you that share the same reaction.

“Your father and I are going to head out as well and let you young folk enjoy the rest of the night to the fullest.” You don’t miss the wink she sends your way before promptly closing the door and leaving.

You’re mortified at your mother’s words, more than well aware that you’ve yet to take that next step with them, and she knows it. You groan in embarrassment, until a multitude of hands gently push against your back to lead you out of the kitchen and back into the living room that’s still fully decked out in ribbons, frills, balloons, confetti, and much more. A long table houses a wide variety of your favorite foods and desserts, along with a separate table that’s meant for all your gifts both big and small.

Once again, your lip trembles, and eyes pool with water that streams down your cheeks like rivers. When the boys hear a sniffle, they go into full out panic mode. Jungkook is closest, his hands are on your shoulders in seconds as he hunches over to be face to face with yours. His expression that was once one of concern, changes to confusion when he sees a wide smile adorning your face instead.

The other male’s around the room are busy attempting to take down the decor, believing it’s what’s causing you to be upset. Your smile turns into a frown. Jungkook speaks his mind.

“Y/N? Baby? You okay? Is this all too much? Do you want to just watch movies or go lay down in bed? I just did laundry, so I can get you a new set of clothes real quick?”

He’s talking a mile a minute, and it’s hard for your clouded mind to register all he’s said at first. Once you do, does your smile he loves return in full force. You curl a hand around his neck to give him a quick, yet meaningful kiss on his parted lips that were about to word vomit even more. You linger enough to feel the pressure of his own lips return the kiss, then you pull away.

“I’m good, koo. Great, actually. And a fresh set of clothes sounds really good right now.”

He smacks his lips, subconsciously poking his lip ring with his tongue before he’s nodding at your reply, giving you another chaste forehead kiss before he’s letting you go to more than likely go and fetch said clothes for your drenched figure.

While he’s gone, you cup your hands around your mouth before giving a mildly loud shout in order to gain the attention of the rest of your lovers.

“Guys! It’s okay! You can leave the decor up!”

They all pause in their movements. Jimin is holding a long string of streamers in his arms that he’s continuously trying to keep in his arms, the material piling up easily in minutes due to Namjoon’s natural towering height and fast hands. Jin is both nibbling on the food and packing it up at the same time, one morsel of food is hovering in front of his lips that are wide open to inhale it. Taehyung and Hobi are piling up presents in their arms that they were going to transport into your shared room so you could open them up within the comfort of your bed. Yoongi is—

The lights are dimmed, casting the room into a blanket of near darkness. You turn your head towards the direction of the faint glow of light that casts a multitude of shadows around the room as he walks towards you slowly. The candles all look like they’ve been haphazardly thrown on as if it was a last minute decision to go through with the birthday tradition. Along with the glow of the candles, your heart matches it in light and warmth. Jungkook trails behind the cake holding rapper with a stack of warm clothes, his voice is soft and melodic as he sings ‘happy birthday’. The boys surround you from behind, their voices harmonizing perfectly together.

Placing both of your hands over your heart, you curse inwardly at the tears that are once again threatening to pool over as you quietly suck in a breath and release it. When they get closer, and you’re able to see the cake more clearly, do you let out a full and bellowing laugh. One that has you bent over and now holding your sides at the lewd picture that’s placed on top.

The picture is of all seven of them, their faces are on the bodies of men that are definitely not them – and once you regain your bearings long enough to close your eyes and make a wish (to be with them forever ofc), you proceed to attempt to blow the candles out in one gust. However, you fail to do so and through little fits of remaining laughter do you eventually extinguish them all.

The lights return to their normal, bright setting and now you can see the picture very clearly. The faces are theirs, yes. But the bodies are those of what you believe to be male bdsm strippers set up in various seductive and suggestive poses. You told them you never saw the appeal of receiving strippers for celebrations last week, so they must’ve ordered the cake design shortly after that conversation.

“You guys didn’t.”

Your hands are on either side of your head as you ruffle your soggy hair in disbelief.

“Oh, we did.” Yoongi smirks evilly at you.

“It’s so ridiculous, I love it. I fucking love it.”

“More than us?”

Hobi’s pouty face springs into your line of sight, you pat his face lovingly.

“Nothing could ever beat the love I have for you guys. Nothing.”

His pout turns into his usual, full grin. Jimin’s head once again peeks out from behind. He scoffs. You narrow your eyes at his challengingly. He does the same with you, uttering one word.

“Dogs.”

You roll your eyes, and this time you scoff.

“Well, obviously I love my little fur babies.”

“Our, Y/N. As in they’re not just yours. It’s a combined group effort.”

You give a dismissive wave of your hand. You rival that your fur babies shared the same loving sentiment with you as you do towards them. Knowing for a fact that if they all had to choose, they would run straight to you out of all seven men surrounding you. But – you won’t hurt his poor little heart, or theirs. Though, all this talk about your babies has you wishing they were here instead of with your close family members who opted to watch them for the night, you bet.

“Jimin? Love? Darling?”

He cautiously steps out from behind Hobi as you gesture for him to come closer to you. He does, but now you want him to bend down so you can whisper something in his ear. He obliges. His eyes widen, as he nods his head furiously and literally bolts out of the room and down the hallway. The boys give each other wary looks as they watch him disappear around the corner and suspiciously in the direction of your shared bedroom.

In sync, they all advert there eyes back to you, confusion littering their poor, naive, sexy, faces. Namjoon voices all of their collective thoughts into a question.

“What was that about? What did you tell him?”

You run a finger along each of their chests as you pass them in a line, making a point to sashay your hips in the process as you cast a smirk over your shoulder at them with a sultry smile.

“Let’s just say, I won’t be needing those clothes after all, koo.”

Jungkook glances down at the still semi warm pile of clothes that he just fished out of the dryer and back up to your face in time to watch you bite your lip innocently. He gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing at the action. Your smirk turns into one of surprise when said male drops the clothes and scoops you up into a bridal style pose, rushing you both down the hall and out of sight as you throw your head back in laughter and elation, arms tightly secured around his neck as you attempt to hang on for dear life.

It takes only a millisecond for the rest of the boys to sprint after you two, bumping into each other in order to gain the front position and make it to the bedroom first.

Well, all except Yoongi.

“Right. Yeah, no. I’ll just be here, you horndogs!” Yoongi’s monotone voice trails off with no response in return.

He’s still in the same spot holding the cake in his hands with a huff. Setting it gently on the table that still houses a lot of food, he shuffles towards the hallway, a small skip in his step as he goes, but not before giving one last full look at the decor. With a rare, gummy smile, he dutifully turns the lights off and turns to follow the excessive giggling that filters down the hallway. They don’t need a fat electrical bill, you know?

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♛ synopsis. As, year after year, debutants prepare themselves to make their way into society, under Queen Charlotte's judgmental eyes, five siblings navigate London's high society in search of true love and happiness while discovering that friends and foes seem much alike under dim lights. Will this family succeed on their quest, or will the successor of Lady Whistledown manage to pervade their, ruining their image to the influential Ton?

genre. bridgerton au ◦ regency au ◦ angst ◦ smut ◦ fluff

pairing. jungkook x oc ; taehyung x oc ; namjoon x oc ; ft. bts

rating. M

warnings. individual and specific warnings will be added to each chapter.

a/n. want to be part of the tag list of this series? hit me up or comment below!

♛ diamond of the first water,

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♛ a bee dancing in the dusk,

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♛ the garden of paper hearts,

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♛ hidden love letters and little notes,

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❦ gradually falling for your best friend / personal trainer | kang taehyun

pairing: taehyun x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive | headcanon

warning(s) & disclaimer: not proof-read, a little suggestive towards the end. I have like minimum knowledge about gym stuff and I don't really go in-depth about it anyway // this is obviously just for the sake of this headcanon and it is not me saying that this idol is only attracted to fit people because we all know taehyun loves and appreciates everyone regardless <3

wc: 805

note: yes this was all because taehyun spoke about clinching while giving a moa advice on weverse,, can you tell it's extremely spontaneous

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you’ve known each other for so long to the point you’re comfortable enough to talk to him about your biggest struggle and insecurity,, in this case, it’s your body and wanting a healthier lifestyle

you know he’s currently working as a gym instructor at your local gym, but after he listened to your rant he offered to be be of assistance as your personal trainer

he’d start easy with you, talking you through alternatives for food but also letting you know not to limit yourself and it’s okay to have cheat days

the fun starts when you workout together

the first few times would be on the treadmill, warming up and listening to music while you appreciate the lack of other people; he always knew the best times to be at the gym

when he introduces weightlifting to you, squatting with the bar, or deadlifts, even pushes you a little to attempt at benching, he’d be the one to spot for you.

genuinely hyped you up whenever it’s time to increase the weights

maybe a few instances when you’re squatting and he’s spotting for you and he’s right there behind you, you’re there blushing at how close he is to the point you can feel his breath fanning on the back of your neck

if you’re not using the treadmill at the gym he’s there at your door early in the morning

you see him in his black cap, tank top, and shorts, sometimes a small towel around his neck and a simple smile followed by a “you ready?”

you’re there jogging around the neighbourhood, sometimes he even takes you to jog by han river. when you need to rest for a few minutes you’re sat by the river bank, he’s there rubbing your back as he praises you for doing well and telling you to let him know if anything is too much

as time progresses, those morning jogs eventually progress to morning runs

drinking protein shakes or fruit smoothies in the morning before heading out to your usual places to lap around

sometimes when you pass by an empty park, he’s there running towards the monkey bars doing pull ups and you’re giggling at him and start counting how many he can do before he gives up

when you’ve had a good run by han river you both eventually burn out and decide to walk back to your place. when it gets too warm taehyun usually takes his shirt off and no matter how many times he’s been shirtless around you, your eyes can’t stop wandering along his broad shoulders and trailing to his sculpted chest and his toned stomach

he’s there chuckling at you. he finds it cute every time he catches you ogling his body, it gets you every time

and when he drops you home, he gives you a hug before he heads home himself. his biceps tense a little when he squeezes you in your hug, your arms over his broad shoulders and your chin by the crook of his neck. your hands slide from his shoulders, down his biceps and forearms before entangling your fingers with his. he knows you don’t want him to leave but he’ll still see you the next day

you know he’s always been into boxing, he even invites you to one of the boxing sessions to watch him in case you’ll find any interest in it,, in which you do and you practice together

he’d teach you the beginner’s 1-2 punches, how to dodge punches and other techniques that you weren’t aware of.

one boxing session he teaches you how to clinch and your heart flutters for a few seconds

it’s a bit like a hug but it’s the opponents’ way of getting you to stop throwing punches

and when he teaches you how to clinch, your mind doesn’t even take note on how sweaty the both of you are.

you’re both just breathing heavily against each other, him talking to you in a hushed tone and talking you through it

and once he calls it a day, you’re there blushing furiously, walking back to the seats where you left your bag and water bottle and take a drink.

he’d come over noticing your sweat dripping and you forgot your towel but he just so happens to have an extra in his bag

instead of passing it to you, he’d be there standing in front of you, wiping your forehead, down and the back of your neck until he lays a kiss on your forehead with a “I’m so proud of you.”

you’d smile at him, it'd be your cue to tell him “I think I really like you.”

and he’d mirror your smile with a, “I really like you too.”

he always did, it’s just a bonus that you’ve gradually started to enjoy his hobby too. finally having a partner workout with

🍄 non-request (event fic): yeonjun wants to bring you out for Valentines Day but you forgot about it, being too caught up with homework 

always my valentine -yeonjun-

 >> trope: “tells them to go away but doesn’t actually mean it x actually goes away”

 >> lil angst ⚡️ + lil sad 🌧 + fluff ☀️ , fem reader , established rs

 >> word count: 1464 

[ hello,, happy valentine’s day everyone!! this is a quick one i wrote for this special day and for #ficscafe trope event. I went a little MIA due to school but i do have some WIP so keep a lookout for that! enjoy~💓 ]

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You were supposed to go out on a date with Yeonjun today but your professor had just assigned you some last minute homework that was due next week. You weren’t one to procrastinate or drag it to some other day, knowing well that you might forget about it. 

Yeonjun actually had a whole day planned for the both of you, only for them to be thrown out the window when he received your text, “Hey baby, I’m sorry I can’t make it today :( Professor gave us homework. I’ll be in the library the whole day trying to complete it. But I’ve eaten lunch already, don’t worry about me! Take care, love you! Muah”

He rolled his eyes at your text, “Stupid Professor.” He muttered underneath his breath. Despite the cancelled plan, he wanted to stay by your side on this special day, Valentine’s Day. Yeonjun was one to fully believe in the joy of this day, he loved how the air would be full of love. Therefore, he stopped by a florist and bought a bouquet of different coloured tulips. “Ah, young man, who are these for?” the cashier questioned him. He replied proudly, “For the one who captured my heart. I’m lucky to have her, ma'am.” She gave him a sweet smile, “Young love… A whole experience, isn’t it? Hold on to it well and strong darling. While some relationships don’t last, many are worth fighting for. Not all young love is mere puppy love. Last forever, you two.”

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Bewitched

↬ fandom: txt

↬ pairing: bad boy!yeonjun x good girl!oc

↬ characters: loner bad boy!yeonjun, heart throb!soobin, best friend!beomgyu, female oc (can be read as f!reader too) + a few supporting characters.

↬ genre: college!au, bad boy!au, slow burn, angst, drama, a hint of unrequited love, strangers to lovers, smut.

↬ summary: After starting college, you never really imagined that you’ll cross paths with Choi Yeonjun — the loner bad boy with influences. But life is full of surprises, ain’t it?

↬ rating: 18+ (minors dni)

↬ warnings: language, alcohol consumption, drama, explicit sexual content, etc. for specified warnings, please refer to the chapters.

↬ disclaimer: this is fictional and doesn’t reflect any of their actions/personality!

↬ total word count: 4.7K words (so far)

✎ key ⟩| ♡ fluff ; ❂ smut ; ✗ angst ; ☾ hurt/comfort ; ღ slice of life |⟨

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↬ author’s notes: Aah one of my most prized possessions <33 since i have moved blogs and am currently in the process of starting over, i’ve decided to rewrite bewitched as well! The base and the plot will remain the same, but i’ll be adding more stuff in some chapters, because i strongly feel like a bunch of things need to be clarified through side stories that will help you guys connect the dots and all! Please be vocal about your thoughts after each update 🥺!! That way i stay motivated to work on the series 💌

↬ taglist: closed 🔒 (i’ll continue to tag the original taglist, don’t worry friends)

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sticks & stones (myg) | one shot

part of the titillating touches collab

♢ genre: (18+) friends to lovers, ex-fwb, mutual pining, massage au | fluff, sprinkle of angst, smut

♢ summary: surprise! you’re gifted a free massage at the nearby massage parlor called “Blissful Hands.” you’ve heard about the parlour about once or twice, never thought about stepping foot inside to take advantage of their services. thinking you could use the massage to relax, rid yourself of any stress and built up tension, you walk into the parlor excited for your first massage opportunity. however, when you realize your masseur is no other than Min Yoongi himself, all excitement flies out the window. never did you think you’d reunite with your biggest crush in college, the one that got away. they say sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you— but in this case, you find out that words have actually ruined a lot for you and Yoongi. and stones.. well, they’ll do a lot to ease that instead.

♢ pairing: reader x masseur!myg

♢ words: 18.4k

♢ warnings: i did as much research as possible on hot stone massages pls forgive me, mature language/cussing, sexually implied content, sprinkle of angst??, miscommunication, rumors and assumptions, unspoken feelings, awkward reunion lol yoongi isnt really having it at first, oc shoulda tried harder tho oof, he does have a soft spot for oc, drinking/intoxication, flashback scenes, use of pet names like baby and princess, cuddles, after care, making out, unprotected sex, missionary, multiple orgasms, use of oil and hot stones in foreplay, fingering, clit play, slight marking, sprinkle of spit play, breast play, smut on the massage table ://, pulling out, grinding, edited but unedited lolol sorry if i missed anything!

♢ note: thank you so, so much to @ressjeon​ for thinking of me and for inviting me to be a part of this collab! i had tons of fun writing this <33 also, big shoutout again to @ilikemesometaetaes​ & @jimilter​ for this beautiful ass banner! please check out the other works part of this collab, they’re all amazing and won’t disappoint!

—i also wanted to let you all know i’ll be continuing my break and i won’t be as active on here for awhile. i need a moment to rest since i’ve been feeling pretty down and unmotivated lately. just gotta take a moment to shake off this funk. but, i’ll be writing behind the scenes from time to time in between pulling my personal stuff together. 💞

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❦ all I think about is you | c.sb — k.th

𐐪𐑂 pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader (x kang taehyun)

𐐪𐑂 genre(s): fluff, crack, slice of life, angst, suggestive, college au (during summer), coming of age || written + socmed

𐐪𐑂 warning(s): a few mutual pining chapters, two-timing at some point, a couple of suggestive scenes, innuendos here and there, cursing, mentions of a broken family, more specific warnings will be mentioned in future chapters.

𐐪𐑂 synopsis: the third year of college is coming to an end, and so is your final summer with your closest group of friends before preparing for graduation year. as an honor student suffering from nbsb (no boyfriend since birth), you’ve spent your past summers studying and solely concentrating for the next academic year. but who would have thought you would eventually, and unexpectedly, experience falling in love and a broken heart in the space of three and a half months.

𐐪𐑂 note: here’s the short series to celebrate hitting 700+ followers a while ago and now close to 1k <3 this is a first of my many series ideas that I’m actually progressing with writing. also, this is partially inspired by the netflix series never have I ever. lmk if you want to be added to the taglist. I’ll continue to post other drabbles for now and between the chapters c:

𐐪𐑂 update: I’ve hit 1.4k followers and I’m so grateful! I’m sorry that I haven’t posted the first chapter yet, I’ve been indecisive and I’m not happy with it but I will try my best since I’ve found a bit of time in between to post.

𐐪𐑂 release date: 20th dec ‘21

𐐪𐑂 status: irregular updates

CHARACTER  PROFILES & PROLOGUE

CHARACTER PROFILES SOCMED: three 🧸’s // sunshine protectors 🧍‍♂️🌞🧍‍♀️ // twin flames 🔥

CHAPTER 1: who said I loved you?

CHAPTER 2: oh, it’s bad

CHAPTER 3: what did you do?

CHAPTER 4: simmer down

CHAPTER 5: left on read

CHAPTER 6: what a simp

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eclipse rising

❝ if you keep going down this path, you’re going to die, soobin. ❞

PAIRING ▸ choi soobin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ fantasy, fluff, angst, royal au, elemental prince au, friends to enemies to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ soobin’s the water prince but he’s scared of water, mentions of character death, mentions of war, soobin becomes a dick for a while, one makeout scene, ft. elf prince park sunghoon

SUMMARY ▸ chaos was a ladder and its rungs were slick with blood. if you couldn’t save soobin, he was bound to fall.

PLAYLIST ▸ can’t you see me by txt • where’s my love - alternate version by syml

WORD COUNT ▸ 11283 words

TAG LIST ▸ @shiningstar-byulxx​ @jjuniefiles​ @wintermer​​ @ladynightmareii​​ @yeonjxnnie @mcu-incorrect​​ @sooshibot​​ @hyukacity 

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello !! i apologize for the wait but (finally) here’s my piece for @soobmint​​’s ‘the five princes’ collab! my storyline is going to be connected with @honeyju​​’s yeonjun piece! please check out the other author’s installments and i hope you enjoy !! ♡

FROM THE MOMENT YOU MET HIM, CHOI SOOBIN REMINDED YOU OF THE SEA.

The more time you spent understanding the infinite blue, the more you realized how unpredictable it truly was. One moment its waves could be a gentle wash over the shore, and the next it could be a strong current of water crashing against the rocks. Rough storms often angered the tides, the strong current sweeping away anything that would lay in its wake.

Yet, despite all that, the sea was the most beautiful sight to behold.

The Kingdom of Nymphe resided by the sea, so you had grown up observing its mysteries and wonders. Most children were born with a power based on their element. Yours was hydromancy, the ability to utilize water and see visions or insights of time. Thus, you weren’t expected to train like most elementalists. However, you longed to train alongside the other children at the shoreline, but the most you could do was observe their abilities. Water generation and aquatic breathing were relatively common amongst most kids, but you quickly learned that your ability was on another level.

Being born into nobility and having such a unique gift drew a lot of attention to your powers. Your parents were the Duke and Duchess of Nymphe, so you were expected to uphold expectations that exceeded far beyond what a normal elementalist was asked of. From a young age, your training was separate from the other children. Thus, you were distant from the other Nymphians (as the citizens of Nymphe were often called). Instead, you were individually trained by experts in divination and clairvoyance as no one had seen powers like yours before.

On top of that, it became your duty to befriend the crown prince, Choi Soobin.

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you’re different; yeonjun

✎ fairy!yeonjun x fairy!reader

✎ fairy au, angst, a little fluff

✎ 1.4K+ words

✎ warnings: reader has some minor injuries, but it’s nothing serious

“this is the second time this week that i have to patch you up.” yeonjun sighed as he inspected your wings in the small doctors office that was built inside of a big pumpkin, located on the east side of the fairy town.

luckily you weren’t that injured but your wings were bruised so yeonjun still had to look at it.

“i’m sorry, doc,” you giggled.

yeonjun felt his heart swell up at the sound of your giggles that literally sounded like music in his ears.

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Reblog this post if Lee Felix is the absolute love of your life, I'm trying to find my people.

Faith Masterlist

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut - Rapper AU

Summary: It’s time to let yourself believe in someone. You’re probably an idiot for it, but you’re going to put your faith in this man named Namjoon. (AKA You fall in love with underground rapper Namjoon and make a difficult choice so he can follow his dreams)

Chapters: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] [ 7 ] [ Epilogue ]

Playlist: 

OutKast - Spread

Atmosphere – She’s Enough

Kendrick Lamar - LOVE. ft. Zacari

Daniel Caesar - Best Part (feat. H.E.R.)

Common - The Light

Boyz II Men - End Of The Road (Yes, I know. Cheesy, whatever. You’ll never convince me Namjoon isn’t the type to bust out the ballads when he’s sad)

Brian McKnight - Anytime (Fite me)

Aaliyah - The One I Gave My Heart To

Rihanna - Ps. I’m Still Not Over You

Common - Come Close ft. Mary J. Blige

Method Man Ft. Mary J. Blige - You’re All I Need

🍭 SWEET LIKE CANDY | hwang hyunjin smau

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader | enemies to lovers / strangers to lovers

genre: angst, mature, social media au, university au, anonymous au, a tiny bit of fluff and crack in between

warnings: contains vulgarity, extreme cussing, degradation, use of death as an insult, not a sweet fic, sexual/explicit themes but no detailed smut, sabotaging and blackmailing, extreme academic competetiveness, y/n and hyunjin both talk shit about each other’s college majors, mentions of drugs, illegal drug use, excessive partying, irresponsible drinking, drunk driving, criminal(??) acts, insults are h e a v y, bodyshaming (yk what, all kinds of shaming). syndicate undertones. death.

synopsis: long time rival hwang hyunjin has been the bane of your existence for as long as you can remember. thank god your secret anon textmate always has your back— sweet, caring, and good with words. definitely not like hwang at all.

a/n: y’know it was hard trying to come up with this “anonymous app” thing idea without naming names (bc i don’t wanna do that and also idk, i’m dumb) but basically the website/app that candy and y/n (her anon name is chocolate) is like a mix of deviantart and tumblr-ish. the idea started with it being kinda like omegle but then i ended up switching it up.

[FINISHED] DIRECTORY: (pink = written chapters)

ACT I— THE PLAYGROUND

prologue ~ 001 ~ 002 ~ 003 ~ 004 ~ 005 ~ 006 ~ 007 ~ 008 ~ 009 ~ 010 ~ 011 ~ 012 ~ 013 ~ 014 ~ 015 ~ 016 ~ 017 ~ 018 ~ 019 ~ 020 ~ 021 ~ 022 ~ 023 ~ 024 ~ 025 ~ 026 ~ 027 ~ 028 ~ 029 ~ 030

ACT II— THE WARZONE

031 ~ 032 ~ 033 ~ 034 ~ 035 ~ 036 ~ 037 ~ 038 ~ 039 ~ 040 ~ 041 ~ 042 ~ 043 ~ 044 ~ 045

ACT III— THE END

046 ~ 047 ~ 048 ~ 049 ~ 050 ~ 051 ~ 052 ~ 053 ~ 054 ~ 055 ~ 056 057 ~ 058 ~ 059 ~ 060 ~ 061 ~ 062 ~ 063 ~ 064 ~ 065 ~ 066 ~ 067 ~ 068 ~ 069 ~ 070

BONUSES

01 ~ 02 ~ 03

LOST HOOKS.

(mm/dd/year)

started: 10-11-2021

completed: 01-09-2022

mastertag: @geniejunn @leagreenly @90s-belladonna @fuzzylard @loveliebri @chimmybaek7 @todorokiskitten @lilacdreams-00 @starrylino @trials--error @ninjaleeknow

networks: @ficscafe

any feedback is greatly appreciated :,))))

a/n: So I might or might not (most definitely) Have been a little too obsessed with SKZ SMAU lately and decided to write my own. And here I am. Doing this. If you are interested on reading you will find the links of the chapter down below (they will be appearing as I drop them and will update once a week). -Will start tagging people if anyone is interested-

Let me know what you think and Thank you for reading!!

SKZ+reader - College SKZ smau: crack!, steamy, mature, bad jokes.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, possible fights, mentions of sex/sexual behavior, SA, depression, anxiety.

Summary: Nothing really happens in y/n life. Until it does. She has had the same friend group for what feels like forever, not really letting anyone else in. Until she does. She has had a crush on her best friend since middle school. Until she doesn’t. And has been working hard on seeing the positive and beautiful things life has to offer with help of therapy of course. Until she stops.

A new year in her college life has started and with it a new schedule, new classmates, new crushes and new problems. When her storytelling teacher decides to offer unrequited help in what seems the best idea to get yn to bring up her grades and help her become the writer she wants to be, she gets pair with the person she despises the most on earth and watches as her newest crush slips away from her. Now she is caught up between an annoying man child and getting close to the one who could be the love of her life. All while dealing with overcoming a heart break and the traumatic events that scared her for life. No one said adulting was supposed to be this hard. Or maybe it isn’t.

Introductions

Chapter 1. The breakfast club

Chaapter 2. ‘‘Chan’s girlfriend y/n’’

Chapter 3. Confidence or incompetence?

Chapter 4. Fucking Han Jisung

Chapter 5. Y/N likes Hwan Hyunjin?

Chapter 6. Let’s get the party started.

Chapter 7. Seungmin from calculus

Chapter 8. “Now who tf is he?”

Chapter 9. Who said anything about love?

Chapter 10.

Chapter 11.

Chapter 12.

masterlist

to build a home

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

interlude: Blue

chapter four

interlude: faces

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

interlude: a sunday feeling

chapter nine

interlude: yes in a heartbeat

chapter ten

interlude: answers

chapter eleven

strike! | {c} ; {f}

imagine | 1.2k words

“ Because your best friend would do anything to win. ”

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YOU LET THE BALL LEAVE YOUR FINGERS.

It lifts itself in the air for a mere few seconds before it drops upon the smooth wooden alley, rolling along with moderate speed. You watch with anticipation, as it reaches the final pin, a smile reaching your lips when the ball easily takes down the fragile object.

S P A R E !

The verdict is shown, and you looked over your shoulder to a less smug boy, pouting as he crossed his arms, slumping deeper in the plastic seating of the alley.

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happy birthday to our baby bear, taetae! we purple you ♡

(cr. qdeoks)

FIRST SNOW // choi yeonjun

word count: 1.0k

genre: fluff

a/n: merry christmas to those who celebrate it! i hope everyone has a lovely day and happy holidays! please listen to txt - sweet dreams because it changed my life

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you remember when you were young, amongst faded memories of your childhood. a boy told you a big secret that if you watch the first snow with the person you like, you will end up falling in love with each other. and back then you were innocent and naive and believed everything the boy had told you. hoping one day you will be able to see the snow with someone you loved and have your dreams come true.

however, every first snowfall was spent with your family. although it was beautiful to see the white snowflakes fall from the sky every year, and you truly enjoyed the time you had with your loved ones. your younger self had high hopes and dreams for a dramatic princess love story derived by the idea of watching your first snow together.

and as years go past you enjoy the cold winter breeze that reddens your cheeks as you stare up at the sky. you never stopped wishing for the romantic moment you’ve dreamed about.

then you grew up. you had long forgotten about the so called romantic dream that you fantasised about and the current you did not believe in any superstition.

christmas was just around the corner, and you had just set up some new decorations around your apartment that you had bought a week ago. finally hanging the last ornament on your mini christmas tree, you brushed off the excess dust on your hands.

it seemed like everything was going perfectly. that is until your friend decided to set you up on a last minute date with some guy you have no idea about.

though something about it told you to go and get ready, you felt bad if you didn’t show up and honestly your friend would have bugged you either way.

and so you waited, and waited and waited. what was once a full restaurant starts to grow emptier and emptier. you realised that you had definitely been stood up, for a date and you didn’t even want to be at. you stomped in frustration and walked out the restaurant with rage, you definitely had to complain to your friend about this.

though you didn’t want to go home in a bad mood. you reached towards a pier, leaning against the railing as you admired the late night skyline across the waters. the calming ripples of the sea soon soothed your anger away and you let out a sigh, steam following out of your mouth from the cold temperature.

and as you continued to appreciate the scenery, you realised you weren’t alone as you noticed a guy just a few meters away from you, approach the railings. his hands in his pockets and his face covered by the thickness of his scarf, he looks up at the night sky and you follow suit. your eyes widening as you see the white freckles of snow falling from the sky.

it was the first snowfall of the year.

you continued to stare at the snow falling from the sky, feeling the droplets at the tip of your nose. and somehow it felt like the stars under the night sky were helping you, you turn to look at the guy who was standing right next to you. the moonlight now shining over his face and he lowered his scarf. a face that you felt so familiar to you, and the sudden hit of realisation when you finally remembered who he was.

“yeonjun?” you called for him, and he turned and his eyes widened.

“y/n!” you heard a familiar voice of a boy call for you.

“oh! yeonjun! look, i decorated the christmas tree myself!” you remember you were so enthusiastic to show the boy next door your creation. you were close in age, and your parents loved that the both of you were friends almost instantly.

“that’s so cool!” yeonjun runs around the tree and you follow him. you remember your parents and his laughing at their kids antics.

as you two bond over the presents under the tree, yeonjun leans in and whispers in your ear, “you want to know a big secret?”

you nod excitedly and yeonjun leans in again.

“i heard that if you witness the first snow with the person you like, the two of you will fall in love!” yeonjun looks at you with a glow in his eyes, and your expression replicates his.

though you never noticed, yeonjun smiles to himself timidly hoping that he could watch the first snowfall with you. and yet he also failed to notice the exact same thought you had but with him.

you walked closer and looked at him. he had grown so much since the last time you saw him. you remembered your younger self bawling your eyes out as he had to leave for the states a few days after he had told you his big secret. you remembered how on the day of his flight, the first snowfall had come. and your family had to calm you down from crying too much at the sight of snow.

though right now at this very moment, you and yeonjun were looking straight at each other. what was supposed to be freezing weather did not feel cold anymore. you felt the heat from your cheeks as the warmth surrounded you both. yeonjun couldn’t help but smile fondly at you.

“finally.” he says as he reaches out slowly to grab your hand.

and you held him. it’s like you both knew what each other meant, as you watched the snow fall between the two of you. you couldn’t help but think of the childhood memory you both once shared. what was then your dream of wanting to watch the snow with him, you are doing so now. it seemed like the stars had planned something for the both of you, and that all you and yeonjun needed was just the perfect timing.

if you watch the snow with the person you like, the both of you will fall in love. you remember how the saying went. and it didn't matter whether if it was true or not. whether it was the snowfall that had bloomed your hearts as one, or that feeling of longing that made you hold onto yeonjun, you chose to pursue it. as long as it's with him, everything seemed perfect.

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— sugarpapi; teaser

↬ pairing: ceo!sugardaddy!yj x f!reader

↬ genre: strangers to lovers, ceo au, sugardaddy au, smut, angst, fluff.

↬ type: two-shots

↬ release date: 14th February, 2022.

↬ summary: “Rule number one, always be ready for your daddy. Rule number two, there should not be any feelings involved.” — Choi Yeonjun had two simple rules for you as his sugarbaby, too bad that both of you ended up breaking the second rule.

Alternatively, You’d think that a 24 year old business tycoon who’s worshiped from every corner of the world fears nothing. Well, Choi Yeonjun mostly fits that description — except for the fact that he’s scared of a certain thing called ‘love’; marking his only weakness. But, he’s a young man with physical needs that require to be fulfilled without causing any scandal or drama. The simplest solution? A sugar baby, of course. Good for Yeonjun that you’re a broke and more than willing college student who isn’t immune to his charms, looks, sex appeal, or the amount of allowance he provides.

↬ rating: 18+

↬ word count (for the teaser): 200

↬ warnings (for the teaser): dom/sub undertones, profanity, dirty talk, virgin!reader, fingering, daddy kink, use of one degrading word, praising, pet names.

↬ a/n: this is gonna be the filthiest shit i’ve ever written, literally. i can already see myself not surviving lmao. would like to thank my partner in crime @boba-beom for SCREAMING with me about sugarpapi yeonjun and helping me decide about the banner! anyways, good luck surviving ceo sugardaddy yeonjun everyone <3

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It’s crazy how much power he has over you already, your body trembling from the sinful words he’s whispering in your ear while his fingers stretch out your virgin pussy. You are pressed up between the hard wooden door and his warm, tall body — not that you’re complaining. Yeonjun grunts when he feels your gummy walls clenching around his fingers.

“Do you like that, babygirl? Do you like how daddy’s fingers are fucking your cute little cunt?”

You mewl in response, your eyes slightly teary from the stimulation. He leans in to nibble on your earlobe. “‘m gonna make you my cockslut baby, you would love that, wouldn’t you?”

“Ah– y-yes, daddy,” a desperate whine escapes you, more wetness gathering inside your core. You can feel Yeonjun’s lip quirking up against your skin.

“So eager, I love it. Soon enough you will be begging for my cock and then you’ll take it like a good babygirl, right?”

Your body flushes with heat, his words ringing through your system for several moments before you finally manage to choke out, “F-fuck, yes! Wan’ your cock, daddy.”

“Good girl. You’re doing so well for me, kitten. Are you gonna cream around my fingers, hm? Make them all sweet for me to suck?”

⤿ end notes: thank you so much for reading! hope the teaser is enough for you to imagine what’s about to come on 14th February 😩 (pun intended SORRY LOL)!

❦ hold my hand | choi beomgyu

pairing: beomgyu x f!reader (ft. soobin) genre: fluff! fake!dating au, f2l | one shot warning(s): beomgyu and reader likes each other but they don’t know that, reader is a little slow and oblivious, mentions of motion sickness, rollercoasters, soobin a supportive wingman, beomgyu is incredibly sweet, a single kiss ^^ wc: 2.3k note: Merry Christmas @choibyus, it's nice to meet you~ It's been a pleasure to be your secret moa and to talk to you and fangirl with you over the course of these past few weeks. I know that this is one for the summer and I apologise that it isn't much, but I hope you like it still ^^ every time I visited your blog to send an ask, I'd have roller coaster playing in my head, along with pre-debut soogyu hehe so I just had to write you something with them involved with my attempt at one of your favourite genres~ Happy holidays everyone! <33

Ride after ride, you were surprised you were yet to go on a few more from the way Beomgyu had been dragging you by the hand majority of the day, that is, with Soobin third wheeling and trailing after you both. How did you end up in this situation, you ask? It started off as a joke between you and Beomgyu, talking about what you would like to do with a significant other if you had one.

Over phone calls you would debate what would be appropriate for first dates, and both of you had debated long and hard about the possibilities of going to an amusement park. Coincidentally, Soobin had two extra tickets and invited both of you to come along with him. As the best wingman Soobin is to Beomgyu, he was hoping this would push Beomgyu to make a move. In turn, you and Beomgyu had an idea to pretend to date for the experience, you've known each other long enough to be comfortable with the thought of it.

"Hey, smile guys!" Soobin called from behind, waving his hand around for you and Beomgyu to stop for a photo. The both of you stood beside each other with a small gap between you, smiling and throwing up the never-ending peace signs. "Aishhh, what was that. Stand closer!" You caught Soobin's wink towards Beomgyu, curious about what he may be insinuating, you looked up at the male beside you and observed the pink tinge on his cheeks whilst he swiftly pulled you closer by the waist. "Looking cute guys!"

Beomgyu's hand quickly left your waist and fumbled to hold your hand once again, stumbling in front of you while pulling you in the direction of the next ride. As soon as he stopped the both of you at a halt, you were met with the subtle mist of water from the fall of the roller coaster carriage flying past the rails. "This one. We'll go on this one next, okay?"

He realised you hadn't responded to his question, having his eyes trail over your features in awe; your eyes following the next carriage on its way to drop by the water. A smile crept up onto your lips, and he may have thought you were excited, but your hand slightly trembling in his palms said otherwise.

"Beomgyu, I know we've been on several rides today, but I feel like this'll push me over the edge." You turned to him and gave him an apologetic smile. There was only so much you could handle before your motion sickness would kick in and stop you from going on any more rides, but you knew how much this meant to him. How much this meant you.

"Hey, you'll be right beside me and everything will be okay, this can be the last one if you want? For the sake of this 'date'?" He finger quoted. "But if you really want to stop, we can."

You admire the way he looks after you, knowing he wouldn't push it if it meant it would hurt you, or put you in a position where you would be uncomfortable. That's the last thing he wanted.

You sigh, shaking your head and recollecting your thoughts. You knew the intentions of this date and this was going to be an experience you'd want to remember — whether this was real or not.

"No need. It's okay, I'm gonna be okay, Gyu. We're good to go!" The enthusiasm in your voice managed to pull another loving smile to his handsome face, and hearing his laugh was enough to comfort you.

After waiting in the queue for what felt like almost an hour, it was your turn to sit in the carriage with Beomgyu to your left. Your eyes scanned through the groups of people outside the gates, searching for Soobin. With a height like his, he was hard to miss. He waved whilst one hand had the camcorder facing your direction, waving back with the reciprocated excitement. Your eyes glance to your left, as far as your peripheral vision could go, and you managed to catch Beomgyu stare at you in admiration.

You lean back until you felt your body hit the seat, unaware that you had leaned forward into your pretend boyfriend's personal space. Though the both of you were always up in each other's bubbles, this is the first you've felt conscious about how close you were.

"Ready?" Beomgyu's voice was soft, and you always loved the way he was always so reassuring. You nod hesitantly at his question, anticipating the move of the carriage. For someone who had been on a handful amount of roller coasters, you were somewhat nervous for this one.

This ride in particular was not as rapid and velocious as the previous ones. The start wasn't so bad. Your bodies jolted from the carriage making its way up the steep tracks and though it still was at a great height, this ride would stop just by the edge right before the heavy drop by the water.

Your eyes involuntarily shut out of nervousness, knuckles turning white from your fingers clenching on the handle bars, not knowing whether the drop would be in the next ten seconds, or in the next minute. You felt a soft nudge to the left of your arm, humming as a response as you wait for Beomgyu to say what he needed to say.

"Y/n, open your eyes." With your eyes still shut and brows in a knot, you shake your head, refusing to look below you. "Come on, hold my hand. I've got you." And that was enough for your stomach to perform front flips and somersaults.

You've lost count with the amount of times you felt slightly defeated, though not completely. All you had to do was put your mind to it and don't look down. Beomgyu placed his hand over yours, opening your eyes to be greeted with a gentle grin, eyes soft and hands warm. The grip from the bar was soon transferred to the grip on his hand, almost distracting you from the movement of the carriage.

Amongst the high pitched screams from other passengers, you were there laughing. The sensation of the cool wind caressing past your skin and combing through your hair almost made you feel like you were floating, it almost felt timeless.

The height of the adrenaline was unmatched as you felt tears beginning to prick your eyes and fly from the the outer corners along your skin to your temples. You heard Beomgyu's laugh, and that was all it took for you to ease up even in the slightest. As if that was your cue to prepare for the end of the fall with the carriage creating an impact against the water, splashing from both sides and slightly drenching your clothes.

As the ride slowed down, you pushed the wet strands of hair away from your face, turning your head to see Beomgyu wasn't that badly affected since he had his cap to keep his hair in place. "Well, how was that for you?"

"It was exhilarating!" You chimed, knowing that that was probably your peak serotonin from all the rides You were just thankful the water was enough to cool you down from the heat.

"So, does that mean we can go again?" Beomgyu wiggled his brows before you playfully pushed his shoulder, releasing a deep chuckle.

"Definitely not, that's the last one for me today. I'm drained." You pout in response.

Once you exited the gates, Beomgyu hadn't let go of your hand since the top of the ride. It was easy to forget how uneasy you felt at the beginning of the ride, but as you made your way to Soobin he already had a wide grin plastered on his face.

"Okay, so where to next?" Soobin's dimples popped from his lips pouting to one side as his eyes searched for the next possible ride.

"Soobin, I think we're gonna take a short break. Little miss princess over here needs some snacks to recover." Beomgyu giggled after watching you roll your eyes from the nickname, taking off his cap and putting atop of your head to hide your somewhat dishevelled hair.

Making your way to the unoccupied bench, Beomgyu had his palm flat against the small of your back to help you with your balance. You both watched Soobin leave the camcorder between you, letting you replay footage from when you were on the last ride. Your eyes didn't leave the screen as the lens was busy focusing on finding you and Beomgyu in the carriage full of other tourists. He shuffles closer to you and you turn the camera thinking he wasn't able to see properly, but what you didn't know is that he wasn't looking at the screen. He was looking at you.

You were slightly taken aback from the immediate contact of his hand sliding into yours, and you didn't think he would interlace his fingers with yours, but he did. Almost instantly, you felt your heart racing at his gesture because out of all skinships you've had with Beomgyu, this simple one in particular had your mind going haywire. Of course it would, he's one of your closest friends and a small part of you hoped there'd be a time you wouldn't need to date in pretend.

"You're zoning out again," his voice snapped you out of your short reverie. To say the least, you were hesitant to look at him, afraid you'll fall a little deeper than you've already realised, but it was significantly too late for that.

"I- yeah, I'm good. I was just thinking..."

"About?" He questioned. His thumb unconsciously rubbed your back in a circular manner, it was rather comforting.

"Just how much fun I've had today with you and Soobin," you looked at him briefly, giving him a genuine smile, "but with you, especially." You stumbled on your words as you trailed the last bit of your sentence, hoping he wouldn't notice but he did. You know he did.

"Then I'm glad you enjoyed today. I liked spending time with you too," he cleared his throat, sensing he had more to say. You would be lying if you said you weren't worried about the thought of him friend-zoning you, but even if it were to happen, you'd still cherish the time you've spent together. "Y/n, I don't really want this..."

His head hung low, his dark locks covering his eyes. Setting the camcorder aside, your hand is now sandwiched between his soft palms. Looking away, you watch the ride from metres away perform a double loop above your heads. Nothing but a pregnant silence was between you and Beomgyu while the passengers screamed on the ride. "I get it, Gyu. I don't want to overstep, and I'm sorry if—"

"I don't want to just pretend anymore." Your head shot up toward him.

Not being able to say a word just yet, he looked like he had more to say. "I don't want to do this pretend dating, though it was quite the experience," he lets out a nervous chuckle, "I want to make it real. I want us to be real. I've liked you for the longest time and I guess I just didn't want to ruin our friendship, yano? I know we joke around about the possibility of us being in a relationship, but I guess, on my part, it's just been my way of subtly expressing that perhaps I really do want to be in a real relationship with you. You've always been my rock, and supported me since I can remember and it's something I appreciate greatly. And I feel like I want to be like that for you too."

Not having said a word for the past minute, you were still processing what was going on. Thinking you had this one sided crush from the moment you realised, but it wasn't just you.

"Dare I say, I'm in love with you Y/n. I always have been. So if you would give me this chance to—"

You slipped your hand out of his hold, engulfing him in a hug with your face buried in the crook of his neck, "Beomgyu, I love you." His arms wrapped around your gentle figure, hands tightly squeezing your sides before loosening his hold to lean back and look at you. You let your arms relax, draping over his shoulders with your finger tips playing with the ends of his slightly damp hair.

"Let's give us a chance, officially. Be my girlfriend, Y/n, and I promise you, I want to make you the happiest girl on earth."

You chuckled at his proposition, a single tear of happiness threatening to fall but Beomgyu managed to wipe it with the pad of his thumb before it fell, cupping your cheek and leaning in to leave a chaste kiss on your lips. Within the quarter of a second of his lips laid on yours, you finally felt how soft and delicate they were, pulling away and immediately feeling the heat rise on your cheeks.

"I'd like that a lot. I do have the cutest boyfriend after all."

You noticed the return of his childish grin, followed by a shy laugh as his thumb continued to caress your sides. He was speechless, to say the least, pulling you towards him yet again to have his frame almost cover yours to fulfil the hug you initiated a few moments ago. His signature peachy scent mixed with the slight smell of warmth and damp clothes was something you never knew you'd confide comfort in, but it's there. With your cheek against his chest, he laid his lips onto your forehead, leaving a soft kiss while you could feel him smiling against your skin.

Soobin walked up behind you, clearing his throat and with snacks in hand. "Finally. So, are you lovebirds ready to eat?" You both stare at the dimpled-cheek male in surprise, scurrying apart to help him place the food on top of the bench, "I guess my time playing cupid is done."

"You hardly did anything Soobin—"

"Beomgyu, don't be rude, just say thank you." Soobin shakes his head, smiling at the official couple in front of him.

© boba-beom: please do not translate, repost or take as your own. thank you.

— paper planes; smau

⤿ précis

Choi Beomgyu is bad news, they say. Dropping out of high school twice to follow his dream of becoming a broadway star, getting into some shady business that ended up giving him a bad reputation, he has many more qualities up his sleeve. So when he joins your boarding school and becomes your classmate, you have to do a double take. Why? Well, Choi Beomgyu looks like a living doll — very gentle and beautiful. No fancy haircut, no leather jacket, no cigarettes; he certainly doesn’t match the description of bad news. To you, at least. It’s impossible to say the same about everyone else though.

Alternatively, Is it just you or the troublesome guy named Beomgyu is actually kinda cool? And... really attractive?

⤿ pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!oc

⤿ characters: fem!oc, choi beomgyu, kang taehyun, sim jaeyun, huening kai + orginal characters + cameos from choi soobin.

⤿ genre(s): fluff, angst, suggestive, high school!au, forbidden relationship, s2l

⤿ rating: pg-15

⤿ warnings: please check the chapters for specific warnings. in general, curse words, mentions of mental health struggles, etc.

⤿ byr: each character is 18+

⤿ status: ongoing

⤿ updates: every weekend.

⤿ a/n: 🥺 my first smau! i’m equally excited and scared but you know what? i’ll roll on with it </3! this took me so long to plan, hope it reaches people’s hearts ♡! make sure to share your thoughts with me after each update, that way i stay motivated to continue the series 🥰!

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character profiles

one » he who shall not be named

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⤿ taglist: reblog if you’d like to be tagged in this smau 💌 (no need if you’re already a part of my permanent taglist)

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Massive thanks to @kookthief for recommending this absolute beauty of a fic😭

a white christmas || pjm (m)

"The present your Secret Santa got you isn't very safe for work."

🎄 Pairing: CEO!Jimin x Secretary!Reader(f)

🎄 Rating/Genres: M(18+); Smut, light fluff, ceo au, office romance au

🎄 Word Count: 5.4k

🎄 Warnings: Use of a sex toy in public, dirty talk, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (it's fictional so be safe irl plz <3), multiple orgasms, cum swallowing, soft dom jm, one spank heh, brief thumb sucking lol, ceo jm being sexy as hell im js, rip oc clothes

🎄 Project: Part of the 12 Days of BTS event

Prompt: A kinky Secret Santa gift exchange + Aftercare

🎄 Beta: @kookthief + @jimilter // You guys are amazing D:< Thank you so much for beta’ing this. I appreciate the effort you both took in helping me. I'm sending you both big virtual hugs!

🎄 Author’s Note: This is a lot longer than I planned D: I just got too carried away haha.

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The steps to your cubicle were bouncier than usual. Today was the day you’d discover who your Secret Santa was. You were excited to see who it was and what they had gifted you. You had always been a Christmas girl. You loved the holiday cheer and the pretty lights around the city. It made you feel warm and fuzzy despite the chilly winter weather.

Two weeks ago, the company had decided to host a Secret Santa gift exchange. The event had not been active in the past few years, but management decided it would be a great way to lift everyone’s holiday spirits. It wasn’t just limited to each department; meaning, you could be gifting a present to anyone in the building. Thankfully, you had received your giftee’s wish list so even if you didn’t know the person, you could still get them something they would like.

Being the secretary of the CEO had its perks. Park Jimin, albeit young to be a CEO, had been successful ever since he obtained the title four years ago. The former CEO and founder, Kim Namjoon, had gladly bestowed the role upon Jimin after seeing his work and leadership skills for years. You had been Namjoon’s secretary and were thankful Jimin kept you in the same position when he climbed the corporate ladder. Apparently, Namjoon had complimented your work ethic to Jimin and had insisted he keep you. You were sad to see Namjoon step down but happy he was finally living his dream—to travel across countries.

You were giddy even before sitting down. An email had been sent out yesterday that everyone would be getting their gift today, however, it didn’t entail exactly when you’d be getting it. The anticipation was eating you up and you’d only been here for twenty minutes. You weren’t sure how you were going to focus on your work today. You checked Jimin’s schedule, pleased to see he had a busy day today which meant you didn’t have to worry about him assigning you a new task.

As you expected, you barely did anything. The minutes must have been passing every 100 seconds rather than every 60. The day was going by at an agonizing pace. By the time it was nearing the end of your shift, you started to wonder if the company had forgotten about the gift exchange.

You absentmindedly scrolled through your list of unread emails, guilt nipping at your emotions when you realized you didn’t do any work today. Sighing, you clicked on an email that stated it was highly important. However, the faint sound of bells jingling had your slouched body straightened and your ears perked up.

“Ho, ho, ho,” a deep voice bellowed. People in the cubicle around you stood up, overlooking the short walls to see who had arrived.

Walking into the area was Santa Claus. A much skinnier Santa, but Santa nonetheless. The man had on a fake beard with a lopsided Santa hat. His sleigh was made up of a 2-tier cart that was decorated in tinsel and bells. You were pretty sure you saw a similar cart in the storage room the other day.

“We hope you’ve all been good because those on the naughty list won’t be getting anything,” Santa announced. Four other people dressed in elf costumes came from behind Santa and began grabbing presents from the cart.

Although the act was corny, it still had your lips quirking up. It was cute and they were really trying. You had to give them some props.

You sat anxiously as you watched your coworkers being given gifts of various shapes and sizes. After three more were distributed, Santa waltzed over to you with one in hand. He briefly checked the top of the gift before presenting it to you.

“Ms. Yn,” he said with a smile.

“Thank you,” you replied as you took the gift from him.

Two more gifts were delivered before Santa and his elves began to depart.

“Happy holidays, everyone! Stay safe! See you next year!” Santa waved goodbye before hopping on his modern-day reindeer—also known as an elevator—to continue his journey.

The present you were handed was simple. The medium-sized box was wrapped in penguin-themed wrapping paper, perfectly placed ribbon and bow over the wrapping. Tucked under one of the ribbons was a small notecard with your name in cursive. The eagerness buzzing in your body caused you to rip open the box. Maybe you were acting more ravenous than the average person opening a present, but the built-up anticipation was too much. You had enough time guessing what your Secret Santa had given you all day. Perhaps it was the fuzzy blanket on your list, or maybe the travel tripod? You were secretly wishing for the latter, but you would gladly accept either.

Both your guesses were wrong.

Laid inside the box was something pink and shaped funny. One end was bigger than the other and it curled almost in the shape of a “C.” There was also a small tube of something nestled in the side.

You squinted at it and leaned in closer to examine the pink object. You had an idea what it was, but surely that wasn’t it, so what was it?

Your eyes glided to the card laid in the box. It had your name written in cursive on one side and a message on the other.

I hope you put this to good use and meet me in forty-five.

W-what?

Your eyes grew at the realization that your initial guess was correct. Swiftly, you turned the small tube over to see what it was. Your heart began to hammer when you saw it was lube.

Your hands flew over the box, trying to hide the contents as you quickly glanced around. Even though no one could see you in your cubicle, you still felt exposed. It dawned on you then that you still didn’t know who your Secret Santa was. They were supposed to reveal themselves with the gift.

Did your Secret Santa really just give you a vibrator?

Thought it wasn’t any kind of vibrator. You recalled these kinds of vibrators could be used through Bluetooth and be controlled by someone from a distance away.

The thought astonished you and for a moment you forgot what the note had stated. How would you know where to meet them? You debated on if you wanted to follow through with the message. Was this person expecting you to use it now at work or at home tonight? Since they expected to meet you soon, you figured they meant now.

That made you nervous, yet excited. Were they planning to test it when you met them? Perhaps they wanted you ready so when you visited them, the vibrator was already set in place. The idea of you getting off in public had always made your heart race.

You were to meet this person soon and you already wasted ten minutes freaking out over the gift. With shaky hands, you grabbed and stuffed it in the bag you had brought with you before heading to the restroom. After hastily cleaning the object, you hurried into one of the stalls.

Just the thought of doing something so risky had already caused you to feel wet. You spent a few minutes circling your clit as you attempted to arouse yourself more so you were able to use the vibrator easier. Remembering the lube, you retrieved it from the bag.

You were able to slip the vibrator inside with ease. You bit your lower lip as you suppressed a moan at the feeling. Unsure how to turn it on, you began pressing the buttons on the top. Nothing happened.

You wondered if you needed to do anything else until vibrations emitted from between your legs. Your knees buckled at the abrupt feeling, a gasp leaving your mouth as you reached out to steady yourself.

The vibrations came to a halt not even ten seconds later. The sudden loss allowed you to catch your breath. You waited for the vibrations to begin again, but it didn’t. You frowned at that. You missed the feeling it gave you and you needily rubbed your legs together to try to get some friction.

At the sound of the bathroom door opening, you composed yourself in a hurry. You flushed the toilet to pretend you had used it before washing your hands and leaving the restroom. You clutched onto your bag as you made your way back to your cubicle. You forced yourself to calm your breathing. Just as you entered your cubicle, the vibrations started again.

You couldn’t stop the cry that fell from your lips as you stumbled into your chair, needing to sit down before you stumbled onto the floor. However, you almost fell out of your chair when you saw your cubicle neighbor peek their head over the short wall.

“Was that you?” the man, Jungkook, asked. “Are you okay?”

You could feel the back of your neck beginning to sweat at the thought of being caught. You instantly pressed your knees together as you tucked yourself under your desk. You were hoping your actions were subtle, but you doubted it. Jungkook eyed you skeptically, slight worry still dancing in his dark eyes.

The vibrations unexpectedly increased in their tempo. Your legs squeezed tighter together and your eyes widened, glancing anywhere but Jungkook’s face.

“I-I’m fine. Lightheaded,” you stuttered, not caring that your sentence was choppy. You just hoped he would understand and leave you alone.

“Okay,” he said slowly. His eyes narrowed at your body. Your chest was rising and falling faster as the seconds passed. “Do you want some water?”

You were about to tell him to ignore you when the vibrations rolled to a stop. You didn’t realize how tightly you were gripping your desk until your body relaxed from the ministrations.

“Got some ready, but thank you,” you replied with a shaky breath while you pointed to your water bottle. Jungkook’s gaze flickered to the object before nodding.

“Just let me know if you need anything,” he responded and hesitantly retreated into his cubicle.

“Thank y—ou—” You began to say, the last part of your sentence raising an octave when you felt your legs tremble.

You caught another worried look from Jungkook before he completely disappeared from your view. Oh fuck.

You glanced down at your lap; you tried your hardest not to squirm so much in your seat, but it was difficult. The vibrations were changing in speed and rhythm. If you stayed here, Jungkook or someone else was going to catch you. You were doing a horrible job at staying quiet.

You thought about going back to the bathroom, but you weren’t sure if you could walk with the vibrations. Your body felt weak and you were nearing the edge. It had been building and you were sure you were going to come at your desk if you didn’t make it to the bathroom. As if the device read your mind, the vibrations became more bearable—a simple humming rather than intense vibrations.

As you were gathering your strength to make a beeline to the restroom, your phone rang on your desk. The noise startled you and you hastily picked up the receiver.

“H-hello?” you greeted meekly; your breath uneven.

“Hi, Yn,” a familiar voice sounded from the other end. It was Jimin. You could’ve sworn you heard a hint of a smile from his tone, but you didn’t know the reason for it.

“Can I help you, Mr. Park?” you questioned, hoping he would hurry with his call. You had more pressing matters at hand at the moment. It was then you recalled you were supposed to meet your Secret Santa any minute. Where though? You still didn’t know.

“Actually, you can. Please come to my office. I need to discuss something with you,” he replied, voice light yet commanding. He was your boss and you had no excuse as to why you couldn’t meet him. You were just wishing it would be quick and he wouldn’t ask you what you did today.

The vibrations had come to a stop, causing you to let out a small sigh in relief. You didn’t want to explain why it smelt like sex if you had an orgasm in your seat. The simple thought had your face flushing.

“Be there soon,” you said before hanging up the call.

The walk to Jimin’s office wasn’t too long, but it definitely was a struggle with your wobbly legs. Perhaps he just wanted to discuss the agenda for after the holidays. You hadn’t seen him all day, so you were sure he had a list of tasks for you to complete.

Jimin greeted you with a smile and gestured for you to come in. He was dressed in slacks and a white button-up, tie loosened around his neck. His beauty was even better in person. It always amazed you that he was real. Someone with that face was not some CGI-created person. No, Park Jimin was real.

His office was big, but not massive, with wall-high windows overlooking the city. You had been in his office multiple times, but rarely at night. You hadn’t had the chance to see the view with the holiday lights. The lights in his office were dimmed, making the decorations easily viewable.

The sun had set, leaving the outside to be lit by the Christmas lights hanging around the area. It was beautiful and you found yourself walking closer to the window as if bewitched by the sight. The feeling between your legs was still present but subsided as the minutes passed.

“What do you like the most?” Jimin asked behind you, startling you from your daze.

You glanced behind you, confused. From your expression, he explained his question.

“What catches your attention when you look out there? For me, it’s the people. Seeing so many faces I don’t know makes me realize there’s so much out there I haven’t discovered yet. I may never discover it all,” he said, though his eyes never left yours. Maybe he was so used to seeing it, he didn’t need to look to be reminded.

His answer was melancholic. He sounded lonely, which was odd since he was always around other people. Though, you could still be in a crowd of people and still feel lost.

You peered back to look out the window.

“The lights. A lame answer,” you laughed awkwardly. “I think it’s cool to see how they enhance the city. You don’t even need the street lights this time of year. The other lights will light the way.”

Jimin hummed and you suddenly felt his presence closer.

“I don’t think it’s lame. I like the lights, too,” he said. You lifted your gaze to see his reflection in the window. He appeared at ease, yet tired. You were sure the constant meetings had drained his energy today.

The silence that loomed over the both of you had a thought pop in your head. Was it a coincidence he called you right when you were supposed to meet your Secret Santa? No, that couldn’t be possible. But you recalled how anyone could participate and that it was an event across departments. Your heart pounded at the idea of him being the cause of your shaky legs.

Despite this, you forced the question from your mouth.

“A-are you my Secret Santa?” you asked anxiously, still staring at his reflection rather than turning to face him—the real him. You weren’t sure if you could look him directly in the eyes right now.

Jimin gave you a soft, teasing smile as he retrieved something from his pocket. It looked like his phone, but you couldn’t really analyze it before you were sucking in a breath and reaching out to place a hand on the chilled window. Your legs trembled at the unexpected vibrations.

“Do you like your gift?” he questioned, thumb sliding against his phone. The vibrations lessened. They weren’t as powerful as before but you could still feel them.

“W-why did you get it for me?” you stuttered as you tried to focus on his words rather than what was between your legs.

“Because I like you,” he replied. The casual tone of his voice made you tilt your head in confusion.

“Would you have given whoever you picked this gift, too?” you questioned. The thought had occurred to you when he revealed himself. Perhaps he was just looking for a quick hookup, which wasn’t the problem. It was just that he was the CEO and you didn’t know what his real intentions were.

Jimin frowned at that and stopped the vibrations; the mood swiftly turned serious.

“No, I wouldn’t have,” he said. “I wouldn’t abuse my power like that. I got it for you because well,” he started and glanced away.

You watched in fascination as his cheeks became rosy. Was Park Jimin blushing?

“I thought you liked me too,” he finished. You thought about all the alone times you had with Jimin in the past. They started as formal, slowly transiting in exchanges more friendly. You had both given each other enough flirty comments that any third party would raise an eyebrow at. Even though you had denied your feelings for him—he was your boss after all!—you had always wondered how things would be if you weren’t his secretary. If you had been a random woman in the grocery store who had accidentally spilled her carton of milk on a handsome man in a suit.

“I-I do,” you confessed. Jimin’s lips twitched as he tried not to smile. “But I never thought you felt the same or would even act on it. I wasn’t expecting you to have been my Secret Santa—which I’m not complaining about because, wow, your gift feels really good, but I—oh gosh, I’m rambling.”

Jimin laughed at your run-on sentences and took a step forward, grabbing your hips in his warm hands.

“So, you do like your gift?” His eyes flickered down to your crotch which was covered by your skirt with a sly grin.

“Yes,” you answered quietly and swallowed harshly. Your body shifted in anticipation of what he was going to do.

“Would you like to test it out more?” he suggested, hands massaging your sides as he waited for your approval.

As soon as you nodded your head, he twirled you around and brought his lips upon yours. The kiss was quick and heated from the start. Neither of you wasted any time as you both slid your tongues against each other.

He pulled away, eyes shining in the dim-light room. He tugged you from the window to the couch in his office. When he nudged your legs open, you complied. Your feet rested on either side of you as you spread your legs. Jimin stared down at you with a wide grin. He sat down on a chair nearby and pulled out the device again. That was definitely his phone.

“Did you come yet, angel?” he questioned as he started the vibrations. It was just a subtle humming, but you knew that would only be the beginning.

“No. You called before I could,” you said, hands gripping the couch when he increased the speed.

“What a shame,” he murmured but he didn’t sound apologetic. Jimin watched with focused eyes as he slid his thumb multiple times. He had changed the tempo and the rhythm at which the vibrations occurred. They were faster and went at a steady beat.

Your legs trembled at the feeling and your toes curled at the stimulation.

“Let me see you,” Jimin said as he relaxed back into his chair, one leg resting over the other. He looked so laid-back that you could feel your body burning. There was just something about how he was watching you squirm in front of him, knowing he was the cause of your wobbling legs.

You hooked your fingers under your panties and slid them off before resuming your position. Jimin hummed in approval, a small smirk donning his plump lips at being able to see you bare. The hungry look in his eyes had you whining. Your hands came up and gripped your breasts.

The vibrations became more sporadic and the speed accelerated. Your earlier denied orgasm returned, approaching fast. You threw your head back as you squeezed your breasts, massaging them harshly as you rocked your hips in the air.

“Jimin,” you whined. You wanted to feel his lips against your cunt. You wanted to feel his tongue glide between your wet folds. You wanted to hear his sinful moans as you pulled on his hair. Though none of those things occurred. He simply sat in his chair as he watched you intently.

“I know,” he murmured and changed the settings. It had you jerking in your seat, closing your legs at the pressure building in your stomach. “I want you to come first then you can have me.”

You didn’t realize Jimin had stood up until you felt a set of hands prying your legs open. One of his hands rested on your cheek, rubbing your cheek fondly. The tenderness contrasting with the vibrations had your heart twisting.

Jimin leaned down, pressing his lips against yours briefly before pulling away. The whimper from your lips made him smile.

“You can do it, baby. Come for me. Don’t you want me?” he coaxed, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your pouting lips.

Your lips parted and Jimin slid his thumb in your mouth. You nodded and hummed against his digit, sucking on it as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to unravel.

Jimin licked his lower lip at the sight of your writhing body beneath him. You came, moaning against his thumb. Your legs quivered at the impact it had on your body. He retracted his thumb from your lips and peered down between your legs.

“Good job,” he cooed and gave one of your thighs a brief message.

He reached down and slowly pulled out the vibrator, causing you to gasp and cry at the empty sensation. He set the device next to you before pulling your body up into his. The sudden movement came as a surprise and you gripped his shirt tightly. He guided you back to the window and turned you to face the glass panels.

The lights were still vibrant as ever and people were scattered along the sidewalk like before. Cars passed as they sped to their destinations. No one was looking up at you, but even if they did, they wouldn’t be able to spot you easily since Jimin’s office lights weren’t fully on.

“Gonna have to do that again, yeah? Maybe at the next staff meeting,” he chuckled darkly. “What do you say?”

“Yes,” you said a little too quickly.

Jimin laughed at your eagerness and trailed his hands up your buttoned shirt. Before you could protest, Jimin gripped it and ripped it open along the middle. The act had the buttons flying off somewhere in the room. Your hands immediately grabbed his wrists to stop him from ruining it more.

“You did not—”

“I’ll buy you another one,” he reassured.

He gave you a teasing weak before pulling down your bra to expose your breasts. You tightened your hold on his wrists, but he ignored it.

“You’re beautiful,” he said and pressed a tender kiss to your cheek.

“You’re lucky I like you,” you huffed. Jimin smiled against your cheek and gave your breasts a gentle squeeze.

“I like you, too,” he replied before pressing you against the glass.

You inhaled a sharp breath when the cooled glass met your body. Despite the coldness, it felt nice against your warm skin. Your hands rested against the window as your breasts were squished against the glass.

You heard Jimin shuffling behind you. You pulled your skirt up to expose your pussy to him again. You wiggled your ass playfully, becoming impatient as the seconds passed.

Jimin chuckled at you, slapped your ass, then rubbed the tip of his cock against your already-wet folds. The sensation had you halting your movements; your heart racing. Jimin leaned forward to press another kiss to the back of your head before slowly pushing inside.

You both moaned in unison at the feeling. He was thicker than what you had experienced before. You gasped at the stretch but didn’t stop him. The pain soon melted away into pure pleasure.

After he bottomed out, Jimin waited a few seconds for you to adjust, hands rubbing your hips. When you started squirming, he began to thrust into you. Since your palms were pressed against the window, you had nothing to hold onto. Your body kept sliding up with each snap of Jimin’s hips. It felt so good to have him sliding against your walls.

“Are you wishing someone was looking at us?” Jimin whispered in your ear. He flattened his body against yours, keeping you firmly against the window as he stilled his movements.

You peered down below you. You hated how you felt a hint of disappointment when you saw no one had noticed you.

Jimin watched your face closely, a smirk forming on his lips when he saw your expression.

“Thought so,” he murmured and picked up where he left off.

His thrusts were filled with determination, spurred by your moans and whines as he fucked into you. His grip on your hips was tight but you didn’t mind.

“I wish someone was looking at you, too, though,” he confessed. “Want everyone to know how good you’re being fucked.”

“By you,” you added and started to move your hips to meet him halfway. “You’re fucking me so good.”

“That’s right, angel.” Jimin groaned at the way you moved your body, eyes shifting down to see how he disappeared between your folds.

“I’m close,” you whimpered. Your walls clenched around his cock and your legs began to buckle. Jimin gripped you tighter to make sure you didn’t fall.

“Me too,” Jimin said through gritted teeth. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

The softness of his words had you wishing you could kiss him, but the position he had pinned you in didn’t allow that. Instead, you nodded. You watched as people continued to drive or walk past. Although you couldn’t see anyone looking at you, you imagined someone was. The thought had you tumbling over the edge for the second time. Jimin’s name fell from your lips endlessly, legs giving out on you and you started to fall. However, Jimin’s hold on you was secure and you barely moved an inch downward.

It wasn’t long before you started to feel overstimulated. You mewled and wiggled in his grasp as he continued to slide in and out of your pussy. Just as you were about to nudge him away, Jimin pulled out and turned you around. He pushed you onto your knees; you were quick to get the hint and kneeled with your mouth open and tongue out.

“Fuck,” Jimin cursed at the sight and pumped his cock rapidly. You brought your hands to your chest and pushed your breasts up to make the sight more arousing for him. It seemed to work as Jimin came with a guttural moan, hot spurts of cum landing on your face and breasts.

You darted your tongue across your lips and hummed as you tasted him. Jimin’s breathing was harsh as he stared down at you, thinking how he got so lucky. He reached down and helped you stand up. He swiped a finger against your cheek, collecting some of his cum before bringing it to your lips.

You smiled as you wrapped your lips around his finger, licking it clean.

“Is this what people mean by white Christmas?” Jimin joked as he observed your state.

“No!” you shrieked and hit his chest playfully. Jimin laughed loudly and swatted your hand away.

“Well, they should. I kinda like this view better than the original,” he said. He walked to one of his cabinets in his office and pulled out a package of wipes. He pulled some out and started to clean off the mess he made on you.

You rolled your eyes at his comment and took one of the wipes to help. “You’re disgusting.”

“So, you don’t want me to give you a white Christmas next year?” he wondered.

The idea of spending the next holidays with him had the butterflies in your stomach go wild, however, you pushed those thoughts for later. Jimin took all the soiled wipes and tossed them in his trash bin.

“You’re not calling coming on my face as giving me a ‘white Christmas’!” you tsked, walking to the couch you sat on earlier. You eyed the pink device that was still one of the cushions. Jimin picked it up and stored it in one of his desk drawers, telling you he’d clean and return it to you later.

He came back to you grinning; he pressed a fleeting kiss to your lips. “Fine,” he relented. “Wait here, I have something to give you.”

“What?” You questioned and started fixing your clothes. Jimin ignored your question and took out two gift bags from another cabinet. Your gaze was down while he did so as you began to button your shirt only to realize some of your buttons were missing.

You were about to complain when you glanced up and saw the two bags in his hands.

“I thought Santa’s shift was over,” you teased as he sat next to you. Jimin smiled and shook his head.

“I guess these got left behind. Here,” he said and moved them near you. “They’re both yours.”

You hesitated as you took one from his hands. “But I didn’t get you anything.”

“Was I your Secret Santa?”

“No.”

“Exactly. You don’t owe me anything.”

You pouted at his response. “You already gave me a gift.”

“Count that as the appetizer. Now, I present to you your main course and dessert,” he said and gestured to the two bags.

“You call that,” you gestured to his desk that contained the vibrator, “an appetizer?”

“Just open the gifts, you brat,” he huffed playfully and nudged the gifts closer.

“Yeah, alright,” you dismissed and pulled off the tissue paper.

Inside the bag was a grey, soft blanket. The same one that was on your wish list. The other gift was a travel tripod. Your eyes were sparkling with excitement and happiness. It warmed Jimin’s heart and he watched you fondly as you spread the blanket open and covered you both.

“You really didn’t have to,” you said as you tinkered with the travel tripod. Jimin pulled your body closer, angling your legs so they rested across his lap.

“I wanted to get you something that was actually on your list, though,” he said, a faint blush creeping on his cheeks again.

You giggled and looked at him.

“I would’ve been perfectly happy with what you got me; especially because it came from you.”

Sue you, the line was cheesy. But it was worth it to see Jimin’s cheek redden. He cleared his throat and decided to change subjects.

“So, uh, you like me?” he asked nervously.

“Yes.” You nodded. “And you like me.”

The exchange was humorous and reminded you of kids finding out their feelings for their crush was reciprocal.

“Would you like to go on a date with me, then?”

You didn’t know how the same man who was so assertive in meetings could be the same cuddly, shy one next to you.

“Usually, people ask me on a date before they fuck me.”

“Well, I’m not like everyone else,” he countered and gave your legs a squeeze.

“I have to agree on that,” you said and brought his face closer to yours. “You’re the best.”

Jimin smiled as you pressed your lips against his. Without breaking the kiss, he shifted you to straddle his lap and moved the blanket over your shoulders.

What started as an innocent Secret Santa gift exchange turned into something better. After all, a date with Jimin was the best present you could have gotten this year. The Bluetooth vibrator was a close runner-up. You were positive this wouldn’t be the last time you used that gift. You weren’t sure if it would be in public again or at home. Regardless, as long as you used it with Jimin, you didn’t care.

Thank you, Ellie and Ash, for encouraging me to go with this fic title hehehehehhe