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tbh i didn’t picture gojo to be this oh so gentleman but this masterpiece right here has my heart!!! i have always wanted to experience that domesticated romantic shit because men in reality are not like this LMAO

and pls i’m on my celibacy era for years this fic is not helping me with my goju thirst era, im suing 😠

kidding,,,, but this is so well written??? i love it

daydreaming of …

satoru pulling up to your workplace, texting you to come outside for a surprise during your lunch break. he’s parked at the very front of the building with his hazards on, but when he sees you he hops out with a lopsided grin to open the passenger side door for you. ever the gentleman.

you honestly didn’t expect him to bring you the sweets you whined about wanting the night before but didn’t get because it was too early in the morning hours for any stores to be open. but what really exceeded your expectations was when he moved to the back of the parking lot just to have you grinding in his lap, thick cock humping up into you relentlessly.

you both grasped at the other desperately, movements sloppy as you chased your highs as best you could being pressed for time. deep kisses with teeth and tongue shifted to satoru popping your tits out of your bra as best he could to suck them through your thin top, his spit sure to stain with how sloppy he was being.

one arm wrapped around your waist had your body pinned flushed against his own, ensuring your tits didn’t leave where he had his face buried between sucking on them. his free hand was hooked underneath a thigh and circling your throbbing clit, practically forcing as many orgasms out of you as he could before you had to clock back in.

the sight of satoru alone could make you cream your panties on the spot, but with his hands and mouth all over you paired with the fat tip of his dick hitting that squishy spot inside of you cunt over and over and over, you were seeing stars once, twice, thrice before he even came once deep inside you.

by the time both of your breathing had evened out as best it could still being pressed so close to him and with him still half-hard, balls deep inside of you, you had gone over your break by a good 15 minutes. he kisses you deeply, then kissed your cheeks and temple and forehead quickly and sweetly before beginning to get you cleaned up.

“let’s just take this back home, yeah? i’ll call to let them know you’re sick.” and how could you say no to the devilishly handsome smirk on satoru’s face, promising more where all of this came from?

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YOU SLEEP IN THE GUEST BEDROOM AFTER AN ARGUMENT — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, geto suguru + nanami kento

ღ warnings — the aftermath of an argument but it’s all fluff, gojo being gojo >.<

ღ note — a lil bit of comfort for you guys with my favourite babies <3

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

you groan when you feel yourself being shaken awake, squinting to allow your eyes to adjust to the darkness in the room—only to be met with a very sleepy satoru looking back at you. his crystalline eyes are a little darker underneath than usual, his hair messier from the endless tossing and turning it feels like he’s done, but his palm is still warm when it rests against your cheek. “morning, how ‘bout you come back to bed, angel, yeah? sleeping so pretty without me, you’re breaking my heart here.” satoru murmurs, his voice raspy and low with sleep and you can’t help but nod at his request when you feel his thumb graze along your cheek soothingly. feeling his arms wrap around you as he gathers you in his arms and guides you back to your shared bed, pressing you tightly against his chest while leaving a few soft kisses against your temple. satoru’s still gentle when he places you down, but there’s a lazy grin on his lips when he’s climbing in next to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, his voice smooth as his lips move against the skin of your neck “i know you’re gonna say i’m annoying, but you put up with me so well, baby—and you’re kinda hot when you’re mad.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

itadori blinks at you from his place stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom, his pillow held tightly against his chest as he sniffles, tiptoeing over to your sleeping figure. there’s a wobbly smile on his lips as he gazes down at your peacefully sleeping expression, and he doesn’t hesitate to lift the blanket over you in favour of sliding in next to you. the sudden but familiar warmth causes you to shake wake when you feel his arms pull you against his chest. “yuuji?” you murmur, rubbing your eyes to look at your boyfriend and you watch him pout down at you. “i-i’m sorry, i love you so much.” yuuji breathes, his words a little broken as he exhales shakily, his cheeks still a little damp with tears—he hated arguing with you. but your touch alone soothes him when your hand rests against his broad chest, a comforting silence settling in the room before he speaks again, voice a little steadier this time “we’ll be okay right?” he asks and you soften before you reply “always.”

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi lay awake as he let his words from earlier swim through his head, still expecting you to join him in bed after everything, giving him an opportunity to apologise—but when you don’t, he can’t help but look for you. he knows where you’ll be, but he doesn’t expect to find you in the guest bedroom with damp cheeks and slightly swollen features—the sight weighing heavily on his heart as he blinks down at you, smoothing his thumb along your cheek soothingly. megumi’s touch is chaste but enough to wake you and he exhales shakily when you blink up at him, your eyes still puffy. “gumi?” you whimper and the familiar nickname has hope warming his chest as he kneels down beside you. “i, i just didn’t want you getting cold. do you wanna come back to bed?” megumi breathes, his features soft while a pout sits subtly on his lips and you can’t help but melt when he sends you a gentle smile, his sleepy face framed by his messy dark hair. his hand resting over your own. “we’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ GETO SUGURU

you were still awake when you heard a noise from beside the guest bed, nuzzling deeper into the pillow as you squeeze your eyes closed—already missing the familiar warmth of your boyfriend around you. you jolt when you suddenly feel something smooth over your arm, turning to be met with a very sleepy looking suguru as he pouts down at you, his eyes narrowed and heavy with sleep as he crawls in next to you. “relax, pretty. you really think i’d let you go to sleep upset?” he drawls, turning on his side to blink at you before his hand rests against your waist—cautiously, not wanting to make you uncomfortable incase you were still mad. you shuffle closer, giving suguru a nod before he pulls you against his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist and its tighter than usual, hearing him sigh against your skin when he finally relaxes, until he’s pulling back to pull you in for a quick kiss. “hate seeing you sad, baby. turns out i can’t sleep without you either.. we’ll talk tomorrow, alright?”

・✶ ｡ﾟNANAMI KENTO

you’d been trying to sleep for so long so you were already frustrated when you felt yourself being shaken awake gently, blinking the haziness of sleep from your eyes to be met with an equally tired looking nanami as he leans over you. he’d never wanted to let you leave the room but he knew you needed the time alone before he looked for you. “what’re you doing?” you murmur, sitting up slightly and you hear your boyfriend grumble in response, his voice deep as the sound rumbles through his chest “i wont stay if you don’t want me to, sweetheart. just making sure you’re alright is all.” nanami mumbles, returning to tucking the extra blankets he brought from your bedroom around you until you’re securely wrapped, already feeling a lot cosier when he blinks down at you—the lack of sleep visible on his features even in the dim lighting of the room. but despite everything you don’t hesitate to reach for him when he turns to leave, watching him turn with the ghost of a frown on his features “stay” and then you watch it soften before a soft, relieved smile twitches at the corner of his lips.

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The Laundromat

Pairing: Stranger! Heeseung X Stranger Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞 (Minors DNI), college AU, neighbours!

Warnings: unprotected sex (pulling out), Heeseung being a pervert, male masturbation, fingering, panty stealing thing, voyeurism (as in publix sex in the laundromat), reader being a pervert as well, handjobs, lots of cursing, dirty talking, and a bunch of unwash laundry. Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else

Summary: Heeseung had just moved into his own place after abondoning his roommate. With a laundromat and you, his hot neighbour in the new building, eveything seemed perfectly good until he open the dryer machine, only to see a baby pink panty.

The problem? It has your name on it.

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Word count: 3, 220 words

Lee Heeseung described himself as an ordinary college student who was just getting by. 

He went through the same shit as any graduated high school student does; move out of your parent’s house and get a taste of what the adult world feels like. To say he struggled was an understatement really, because he did move out together with his best mate Beomgyu, whom he made a pact with since high school— sharing a flat together once they’ve escaped from the clutches of their parents. 

The freedom tasted sweet, if only Beomgyu didn’t ruined it by having sex with a random chick every night. 

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PICTURE PERFECT: PARK JAYS F*CK LIST — p. js

SYNOPSIS park jay is known around your campus as a resident fuck boy. him and his friends compete in a game wherein by the end of the year, they have to complete their fuck list in order to win, but what happens when jay meets a girl who can resist his charms?

PAIRING rugby player jay × art club member reader

GENRE smut with plot, highschool au, romance , enemies to lovers, romance comedy kinda

WARNING(S) profanity, dark humour, discrimination, dubcon, alcohol consumption, bullying, smut, dom/sub dynamics (sub!jay, dom!reader), making out, corruption, degradation, male masturbarion, oral, nude painting, bulge kink, marking

WC. 28k+

— this is suppsoed to be stereotypical, yes ㅠㅠ it isn’t meant to be misogynistic. it’s just the world I built them in. yn/I literally stated that this is her highschool and this is what she noticed. don’t send asks if you’re gonna go through with it with anonymous.

In all the years you spent dwelling inside the same old boring highschool, you’ve come to the conclusion that in every campus, there’s always three breeds of people paying amongst you that seem to avoid the brink of extinction; the slutty cheerleaders, the attention seeking fangirls, the ones that annoy you, the varsity jocks.

These varsity players are your typical ball heads who have their minds wrapped around the game and only the game. They’re one way ticket to college is their varsity scholarship and inevitably making the dull-witted excuse to throw away everything related to academics and instead, centering their focus on their balls. It’s stereotypical for you to say that, you acknowledge that for sure, but you can’t help but speak the truth as most, if not, all of them are the same.

Albeit, yes, these are the usual qualities found in these ball fondlers, but there’s a different kind laying amongst these godforesaken creatures that’s even more toxic, more abominable, and those are the varsity fuckboys. 

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Hey Emo Boy!

☆ Song suggestion: Emo Boy, Ayesha Erotica ☆

Summary:

He worked at the Spencer’s store in the mall— you worked at the Claire’s store right in front. What can you say? Match made in heaven. 

bassist!Beomgyu x fem! reader

Genre: opposites attract trope, friends to lovers, fluff, smut

Word count: 9.4K

Warnings: mc dresses like a BIMBO and we love it! mc gets stereotyped a bit, lots of piercings, needles, (bg gets pierced lol) mc has a smiley and nipple piercings, bg has snake bites and a tongue piercing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, cursing, Chaeryeong is a real one

Smut warnings: dom!bg, sub!mc, slight possessiveness, teasing, making out, thigh riding, dirty talk, dumbification, praise, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, nipple play, bg loves mc’s boobs, oral, (f receiving) fingering, hair pulling, bulge kink, scratching, unprotected sex, breeding kink(?), creampie (lemme know if I should add anything!)

Notes: im sorry, but Beomgyu’s long hair era has me in such a chokehold that I think I passed out and wrote this. I’d like to think that in the concert their opener was “Destroya” by mcr (assuming that its their song in this universe) And why yes, I do have a list of other songs they would perform, you can totally go ask me this on my blog! 

Your friends always said you had an obscure taste in men— you always laughed in their face in response. 

But as you stand behind the Claire’s register, ready to clock back onto a never-ending ten-hour shift of piercing little girl’s ears unprofessionally, you can’t help but be reminded of the thought. 

There he is again, your brain tells you, an involuntary reaction as you pause your actions to glance out into the empty mall; just in time to watch the cute boy with snake bite piercings that works at the store across from you rush inside. 

Honestly, whose idea was it to put a Spencer’s in front of a Claire’s store? It was a mistake waiting to happen— but you indulged in it nonetheless, the convenient placement allowing you to catch a glimpse of one of the workers that captivated you. You’re not sure of his name, and you’re not sure you can bring yourself to talk to him— you’ve never gone into a Spencer's, and plan to keep it that way. Honestly, his whole style couldn’t be more opposite than yours, but there was something about him that made you curious, eager for more. 

“Are you staring at that emo boy again?” You jump at the sound of your coworkers voice, startled to find her standing behind you, a knowing look on her face as she shakes her head. “Girl, just go fuck him already.” 

“Shut up!” You balk, glancing around the store in a panic to see if there were any customers around— it was empty, considering it was a Thursday evening, “and no, I wasn’t.” 

“Don’t lie to me,” Chaeryeong says, checking her acrylics absentmindedly, leaning against the counter with a sigh, “you’ve been staring at him all week. You should totally go talk to him.” 

“You think? I don’t know if he’d be into someone like me though,” you look down at your outfit, the complete opposite of what the man in the store across from you sported— while his outfit consisted of dark, edgy outfits, yours were nothing but feminine and cute. 

“Why not? You’re hot,” Chaeryeong’s words bring an uncontrollable swell of confidence to you, and you allow yourself to bask in the compliments that she continues to goad onto you.

“He’s lucky you tone down your fits to suit this place, cause if you didn’t,” she whistles, exaggerating her reaction as you slap her shoulder jokingly, “man, we’d be swamped with customers.” 

“You really think I should try to talk to him?” You ask, biting your lip nervously at the thought; what if he was an asshole? What if he thought you were some superficial bimbo? Was he one of those creeps that thought they were better than women? What if he was gay?

“Stop overthinking things, I can see the questions from here,” Chaeryeong bats at the air mockingly, laughing at the petulant look you give her. Her teasing is interrupted by the motion sensor bell going off, and the two of you are quick to put on your customer-service personas as you turn to face the new customers with a happy smile. 

“Next chance you get, go up and talk to him. Don’t overthink and it’ll go great, I promise,” Chaeryeong whispers to you, leaving you on your own as the mother calls her over to ask a question about the piercings. 

Glancing back at the Spencer’s across from you, you can’t help but let out a sigh of desperation— you really hope she’s right. 

⤬⤬⤬

You decide to make your move on a Friday night. 

It was one of your few days off, and according to Chaeryeong, the cute boy was working tonight. 

You had been quick to throw together a cute outfit as you made your way to the mall— to pay a visit to your friend and your crush. 

The store was just as you had expected— low lights, fandom merch, and a fuck ton of adult products. You were caught off guard by the sight of it all, the stark contrast of the store and your outfit leaving you to stick out uncomfortably— not that anyone seemed to care, thankfully. You were quick to find yourself browsing through the jewelry, uninterested in everything else as you found a couple of cute earrings and necklaces to buy. 

To your disappointment, you had yet to see the cute boy that you had been crushing on; your heart shattered at the thought of you missing your opportunity to talk to him. Yet, just as you were being checked out by another worker, your luck seemed to turn around. 

“Hey, you doing anything tomorrow night?” Your head snapped up in the middle of you taking out your card, surprised to find the cashier asking you this question so suddenly. Behind him, you can see the cute emo boy emerge from the employee room. 

“Uhm, why do you ask?” You try to prolong the conversation as you watch the cute boy make his way up to the counter, your heart beating faster at the thought of you finally getting to talk to him. 

“There’s this band playing at a nearby venue,” the cashier, Yeonjun, his name tag reads, hands you a flyer, your eyes scanning the words as you take in the information printed onto it, “you should definitely go. I’m in it, actually.”

“Yeonjun, you shouldn’t be promoting that while working.” The new voice has you looking up from your flyer quicker than you can process— and to your delight, the cute emo boy stands behind your cashier with a frown on his face. 

Yeonjun narrows his eyes, turning around to look at his coworker. Shaking his head, he clasps the boy on the shoulder as he shakes him around, the boy unfazed as he allows him to do so. 

“Shut up, I think she’d love to go,” sending you a smile, he winks, and you can only manage to smile shakily in return, “he’s a part of it too; the bassist.”

You hope your sudden interest isn’t obvious, but you can’t help the way you perk up at Yeonjun’s words, staring back down at the flyer in your hands with a newfound eagerness— hey, if the music was bad, the worst that could happen is you getting the ick and moving on. 

“I’ll try my best to go,” you say, trying to play it cool as you smile at them; you briefly glance at the cute boy’s name tag— Beomgyu, it reads— and stuff the flyer in your purse, enjoying the way they (mostly Yeonjun— okay, only Yeonjun) seem to beam at your words. 

“Cool, we’ll try to spot you in the crowd,” Yeonjun jokes, handing you your bag filled with jewelry as he not-so-subtly scans your outfit, “from the looks of it, it won’t be too hard.”

Man, was it just you or was it hot in this store? You don’t think you could handle all this attention at once, the sight of Beomgyu giving you a once over making you weak in the knees as you feebly thanked them, promptly scurrying out of the store as you tried to ignore the way you didn’t talk to him— baby steps, you reassure yourself. 

You’re practically stumbling into Claire’s as if it were a safe space; and if Chaeryeong was there, then it was. You briefly scan the store before you spot her red hair, running up to her excitedly as you shove the crumpled banner in her face. 

“Seriously?” Is all she can muster to say, staring at the flyer blankly before she looks back at you, quirking a brow as if to challenge your decisions, “I told you to go fuck him, not support his fleeting dreams.” 

“I know…” you pout, deflating at her disapproving look, “but I don’t think it would be that easy! He seems like a cold guy, like you have to get to know him before he lowers his guard…” 

“Are you listening to yourself?” She says, checking herself in the mirror as she begins to restock the phone cases, “I worry about you sometimes.” 

“Come on, hear me out!” You whine, ignoring the dirty looks the moms in the store give you, clearly displeased with your revealing outfit, (cons to living in such a conservative town, you suppose) “you can’t deny that he’s cute.” 

“Yeah, but the most I’d do is hookup like, once,” she says, glancing around the store to make sure no customers were around to hear her, “you’re trying to play the long game.” 

“Am not!” You say, ignoring the way your body flushes hotly at the accusation— okay, you’re pretty down bad for him; so what?

“But uhm, Chae…” you don’t bother to finish your sentence, trailing off softly as you find yourself too nervous to ask. But with one glance back at you, she knows exactly what you’re trying to say— she sighs. 

“You want me to go with you, don't you?” 

Sending her your most convincing smile, you bat your lashes in hopes to convince her, clinging onto her as you let out a small “pleeeease?” She pauses, narrowing her eyes at your behavior before she scoffs, finally giving in as she goes back to restocking items. 

“You’re insufferable.” 

⤬⤬⤬

To say that you’re surprised by the attendance would be an understatement. 

The place is packed— it was hard enough to get tickets to the venue, and your efforts to buy tickets early were not in vain, despite Chaeryeong's teasing. You’re pulling her along eagerly, fingers laced tightly with hers as you squeeze your way towards the front of the stage; you’re able to sneak through a good amount of people, but aren’t able to get that close to the stage, to your disappointment. There’s no place to sit, much to Chaeryeong’s annoyance, but you’d like to blame her onslaught of complaints on the heels that she chose to wear instead.

“What kind of band even are they,” Chaeryeong mutters, scanning the crowd as she takes in the way the two of you accidentally stand out— the mass of black clashing with your sparkling outfits, “did you even listen to their music beforehand?” 

“To like, one song, yeah,” you say, unashamed as you ignore the look a person casts at you, clearly listening in to your conversations, “I dunno, I think they’re just a rock band. I think you’ll like them.”

“Probably not, this isn’t really my taste,” she says, throwing a dirty look to the person that pushes roughly past her to try to get closer to the stage, “you’re just lucky I love you.” 

But before you can ridicule Chaeryeong for her statement, you finally see the lights dimming down, left in the dark as the announcer finally calls the band onto the stage— Tomorrow by Together. 

The crowd goes wild by the announcement, jumping excitedly and jostling you and your friend around as they all try to record the members and get a good angle. You had no idea they were this popular— hell, if you were them, you’d quit everything to pursue music by now. The crowd is chanting their names eagerly, and you’re left in awe as they all take their positions behind each instrument. 

There are two guitarists— you’re able to recognize Yeonjun as one of them. You looked up the rest of the members on your way here, and by process of elimination, the other man who was currently picking up his guitar would be Hueningkai. 

The cute guy with dimples sends a heart to the crowd before going to where his keyboard is placed; that’s Soobin, if you remember right. Leaving you with Taehyun, who doesn’t bother to wave to the crowd as he picks up his drumsticks eagerly, shifting comfortably on the seat as he waits patiently for the show to start. 

And lastly, Beomgyu enters the stage and beelines to the bass— you’re surprised to find that he’s dyed his hair, the highlights getting hit by the stage lights brilliantly as he adjusts his earpiece, waiting patiently for the leader— Soobin, you think it is— to start the performance. 

You can barely hear what they’re saying over the excited cheers around you, and you can feel Chaeryeong gripping onto your arm in fear that you’ll be lost in the crowd. Glancing behind her, you send her an excited smile, unable to contain your laugh as you take in her nervous expression. 

“You’re insane!” 

“What?” You yell back, leaning in as the crowd begins to cheer louder— probably in response to something they said. You glance back at the stage in curiosity, but turn back to check on your friend as she leans back into your ear, repeating the words as she rolls her eyes at your amused reaction. 

“Do you want to leave then?” 

“And leave you here alone? No way—!” Her words are cut off by the clicks of drumsticks, and the crowd is quick to push each other around as the music begins to fill the venue, successfully taking your attention off your friend as your head snaps back to the stage. 

You can still feel the grip of Chaeryeong’s acrylics as you keep your fingers laced tightly with hers, but you quickly find yourself moving with the crowd as you watch the five on stage perform— and to your surprise, you find yourself enjoying the music a lot more than you anticipated. 

It’s just as you expected— rock, emo, or punk-rock if you remember right. But you can’t take your eyes off the way they all seem to be so immersed in the music, moving around just as much as the crowd before them. You’re surprised to find that each one of the members has a mic, and as you watch Beomgyu, you find yourself eager to hear his voice. 

He’s mesmerizing, a thin sheen of sweat coating him as his bangs stick to his forehead, a hand coming up to quickly adjust his earpiece before he’s back on the bass, fingers moving so swiftly you think you might just be hypnotized. You can feel your heart beating faster as you watch him step closer to his mic, eyes scanning the crowd absentmindedly as he waits for his part; they stop for a moment, and you swear that he spots you in the crowd. 

His brows furrow as he begins to sing, and you swear that you might just feel weak in the knees. His voice is deep and raspy as he sings his part, and you can see Chaeryeong laughing at your reaction in the corner of your eye— man, this venue suddenly seemed a lot more stuffy than it was three seconds ago. 

And despite Chaeryeong’s conditions that you wouldn’t stay for the whole show, you do just that— your feet ache, and your makeup has been sweated off, but you don’t regret a single thing as you stumble out of the venue, your hearing muffled and your throat sore from cheering. 

“That wasn’t so bad,” you smile, glancing at your friend as you take in her distraught state— her hair was frizzy, and her makeup was also sweated off, but unlike you, she didn’t seem too pleased about it.

“For you maybe,” she grumbles, clutching onto you as she grumbles about how sore her feet are under her breath, “At least you had your eye candy to look at.” 

“Yeah, well thanks for coming with me Chae,” you say, hugging her tightly despite her protests, “I’ll get that girl from Auntie Anne's number for you as repayment.”

“No, let me do that myself,” she says, pushing herself off you as she tries to hide her fond smile, “but what I really want right now is a drink. And to rest.” 

“Back to my place?” You say, already knowing her answer as you finally find your car, flopping on the seats with rough sighs as you finally allow your feet to rest. 

“Yes please.” 

Chaeryeong allows you to ramble about your thoughts on the band all the way home. 

⤬⤬⤬

The next time you see Beomgyu is on your break. 

It’s a Tuesday afternoon and the mall is practically empty— considering that school has already started and all the kids are locked up in school. You’re sitting at the corner table of Auntie Anne’s, chewing mindlessly on your pretzel nuggets as you text Chaeryeong and tease her for chickening out on talking to her crush— in the end, she was no better than you. She isn’t working today, which is probably why time is passing so slowly— even your break seems to stretch by slowly. 

It isn’t until you hear the sound of a chair scraping along the tiles that you look up from your phone. 

Oh god, you’re already getting nervous— because Beomgyu’s a table away from you, staring down at his phone as well with his headphones on. You’re trying hard not to stare, so you resort to panicking and text Chaeryeong about your situation, to which she can only threaten you to talk to him.

Chae <3

Swear to god if you don’t talk to him ill do it for u

And it wont be pretty 

What if he doesn’t wanna talk? You text her, anxiously biting at your lip as you watch the message bubble up, her typing as slow as ever as you glance back up at Beomgyu, then back at the clock, calculating just how long you have before you need to leave.

Chae <3

Talk to him about his band duh

Everyone loves talking about themselves

Now shoo

You brightened up at that— of course! Who wouldn’t want to hear about themselves? And with this conversation started, you picked up your cup of pretzels, taking a deep breath before you found the courage to walk up to him. 

“Do you mind if I sit here?” You mentally facepalm at how stupid you sound, but you’ll let it slide as Beomgyu looks up at you, taking a second to pause his music before he gives you a blank look, eyebrows raising slightly as he finally seems tor recognizes you.

“Sure, I guess,” is all he says, and you can’t help but feel embarrassed at his response; or rather, his lack of interest. He gives you a curious look, and you know that he’s waiting for you to explain why the hell you decided to interrupt him during his break— you’re nervous, fidgeting in your seat as you smile sweetly at him. (God, he was intimidating up close.)

“I went to your uh, concert last weekend,” you hold back a smile as you watch the way he perks up at that, a lot more interested in what you have to say as he leans forward.

“Really? Didn’t think you’d be into that type of stuff,” he says, scanning your outfit teasingly, looking at your hot pink hello kitty zip up, to the cute jeans that had hearts on the back pockets; but mostly, your face said it all— that you weren’t one to listen to that kind of music at all. 

“Well you’d be surprised,” you say, pouting slightly at his words. You’re fidgeting with your necklace, and you pretend to remain oblivious to the way Beomgyu watches your every movement, eyes stuck to the way the cute pendant falls perfectly on your chest when you let it go, “you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, or whatever they say.” 

Beomgyu lets out a laugh at that, and you can’t hide the way that it catches you off guard. It seems genuine, and his eyes are crinkling cutely as he smiles, shaking his head in amusement at your words. It’s almost contagious, and you can’t help the way you crack a small smile as well. 

“You got me there,”  he says, glancing back at the clock, prompting you to do so as well— you shudder, seeing that you have five minutes left. “Well what’d you think?” 

Narrowing your eyes, you take a second before you respond; you can tell he’s waiting for you to gush over him. 

“It was okay, I guess,” you say, shrugging your shoulders as you pop one of your pretzels in your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick away the sugar left on your lips, and your stomach swirls in excitement as Beomgyu follows your movements, “Yeonjun’s voice was really nice.”  

“Really?” Beomgyu taunts you, a knowing smirk growing on his face as he realizes what you’re doing. 

“Anything else?”

“Hmmm… oh! The other guitarist was super cute,” you shamelessly say, popping another pretzel in your mouth as you hum in appreciation of its taste, “come to think of it, so was the drummer— oh, so was the guy on the keys.” 

“Interesting,” He says mockingly, leaning in as he tilts his head questioningly, tongue prodding at his lip rings as he asks, “what’d you think of the bassist?” 

“Hmm? The bassist?” You question, huffing in disappointment as you realized you’ve finished all your pretzels. Rubbing your fingertips to rid the sugary dust, you can’t help yourself as you pop a finger into your mouth, licking off the residue as you finally stand, surprised to find that you need to clock back on. Beomgyu watches you, unable to take his eyes off the way your tongue swirls across your thumb, your necklace hanging teasingly as you reach to zip your jacket back up. Eyes snapping back to yours, you send him a small smile, expression earnest as you say, 

“Oh, I wouldn't know— I’m not into that type of stuff.” 

⤬⤬⤬

You’re eager to tell Chaeryeong about your interaction the first chance you get. 

“Ouuu you’re such a tease! You’ve definitely got him interested now,” she squeals, taking your hands in hers as she jumps in excitement. You’re about to go on your break, heart beating with excitement at the thought of getting to see Beomgyu again— your shifts are usually aligned, so who’s to say your breaks couldn’t be as well?

“You think I might see him today?” You voice your thoughts out loud, glancing back at the Spencer’s across from you— it’s dim, and you can barely make out anything in there, but you swore you saw the familiar head of long shaggy hair pass by the entrance.

“You just might,” your friend says, grinning at you as she encourages you to take your break— you linger at the entrance in hopes that you might spot Beomgyu taking his break as well. Making your way back to Auntie Anne’s (it was the only place where you could get your food quick enough) you tried to keep your hopes down, not wanting to look like a lost puppy patiently waiting for its owner. 

By the time you had ten minutes left to your break, you had lost hope, your eyes glued to your phone and music blasting in your ears as you texted your friends. Laughing at one of their responses to your crush, you rolled your eyes, reaching to grab another pretzel nugget— only to grab at the air stupidly. 

You frown as you look up from your phone, only to be met with the sight of Beomgyu sitting comfortably across from you, your cup of pretzels in his hands— how long had he been sitting there?

“How long have you been there?” You’re quick to echo your own mind, reaching out to take back your pretzels from the boy. He shrugs, glancing at the clock, only to leave you without a proper answer. 

“Not that long,” is all he gives you, enjoying the way you genuinely want to know. You’re silent, and you watch as he becomes slightly nervous, eyes avoiding yours as he reaches for his pocket— he wants to tell you something. 

“I actually wanted to uhm— give you these,” slowly, he slides something across the table, and it takes you a second to realize what it is, “They’re tickets to our next show. You really seemed to enjoy the other one, so I wanted to invite you to this one— with better seats, too.”

Your mouth is hanging at the two VIP tickets, unable to say anything before his words click in your mind. 

“Wait— you saw me? At the last show?” You watch as he flushes at your words, but honestly, you’re the one that should be embarrassed— you were kinda hoping he hadn’t noticed your excited self back at his concert. 

“Well, it was hard to not notice you,” his excuse is pointless as he looks back up at you, at the cute flustered expression you sport—it somehow manages to bring about a small wave of confidence as he adds, “it was cute to see you enjoy yourself.” 

“Oh,” you know you sound lame, but you can’t help it— not with the way his narrowed eyes stare teasingly at you, head cocked to the side as he waits for you to say something— but you don’t, staring down at your pretzels shyly as you listen to him chuckle; oh, where did your confidence from last time go?

“Wait, I have to ask,” you say, the question you thought of a few days ago popping back into your mind, “how come you work here if your band is so popular? You seem to be doing well.”

“Ah, that,” Beomgyu seems to become shy at your question, rubbing at his nape nervously as his eyes flit down onto the table, “well, we aren’t signed under a label yet… so it’s not really a stable income; this job is more of a side hustle just in case.” 

“Ah, I see,” you say, wondering just how much he makes from playing in venues— considering that he has to be working here, (which you aren’t complaining about, honestly) it must not be enough. 

“Well, I can’t wait for this next show,” you beam at him, taking the two tickets as you glance at the time, sad to see that your thirty minutes are up. “Come pay me a visit sometime, I work right across from you, you know.” 

You’re sure it’s unlikely, but as you walk back to your workplace, the stand of cute Squishmallows greeting you as you go to clock back in, you’re unable to contain your bright grin of excitement as you flash Chaeryeong the two VIP tickets. (much to her dismay.)

⤬⤬⤬

Beomgyu is making his way to your store. 

“The emo boy is coming over,” Chaeryeong tells you, not giving you much of a warning before she dips to the back— to give you a moment, she tells you shamelessly— leaving you alone and vulnerable to the sight of the cute boy appearing out of nowhere. 

It had been almost a week since you had asked him to visit you— ever since then, the two of you would try to time your breaks together, spending the time talking about music and growing closer; you even got to exchange numbers. 

But you hadn’t been expecting him to take your last comment seriously, especially not before the day you would be seeing him perform. But here he is, walking up to your store with other shopping bags in his hands, dressed in his usual dark attire. His eyes met yours, and you swore you saw a small amused twitch in his lips. 

“Didn’t think you’d actually step a foot in here,” you say, holding back a smile at the way he clashes against the cute store— is this what you looked like in his environment? The thought was enough to give away your amusement, despite the cold front you tried to display.

“Never judge a book by its cover,” he says, echoing your words as he watches you grin shamelessly, his eyes latching onto a piece of jewelry that caught his eye. “Nice smiley, did you get it done here?”

Scoffing, you can’t stop the laugh that escapes at his ridiculous words. 

“As if, I wouldn’t trust this place to do a regular ear-piercing,” you say, looking back at your piercing station in dismay. 

Beomgyu says nothing, even when you throw him a questioned look. 

“How much for the piercings?” 

“What— You can’t be serious,” you say, gawking at him in disbelief as you look at his ears, “you have multiple piercings! You should know better than to get it done here!” 

Beomgyu shrugs, looking at himself in the mirror as he looks at the said piercings— brushing his hair back, he reaches up to rub at the only empty spot on his lobes.

“Yeah, but I don’t have my upper lobes done yet.” 

“Beomgyu,” you whine, unaware of the way his name rolls off your tongue so nicely. He shivers, eyes darkening as he looks back up at you, much more determined to do it now that you’re acting like this. “I don’t want your ears to get fucked up on my behalf—your fans would hate me…” 

“Well, the customer is always right,” he grins, knowing just how much the two of you hated that phrase, “and the customer wants this pretty worker to do his upper lobes— with these hello kitty earrings as well.” 

Oh, he’s good, you hate how easily you’re going to give in to him; you don’t think you can put up much of a fight anymore, at least not with the way he’s looking at you and complimenting you. 

“Go sit in the chair,” you sigh, seemingly defeated as you follow him to the piercing station. In the corner of your eye, you watch Chaeryeong slowly peek through the door, only to see the scene before her and quickly hide back inside. 

“Just know that I’m not the one that usually does piercings,” you add, snickering at the way Beomgyu frowns at your confession. “Yeah, I tried to warn you, but you didn’t listen to me.”

“It’s okay, I’ll be happy to give you more experience,” he says, and you’re thankful that you’re able to hide behind him because holy fuck, you’re probably a mess right now. Hesitantly, you reach out to his hair— it’s in the way, you think to yourself, unsure if he’ll be bothered if you touch it.

“You can move my hair if you need to,” he says, as though he were able to read your every thought. You jump at his sudden comment, clearing your throat as you nod, before realizing that you’re standing behind him, and that he probably can’t see you right now. So you simply mutter an “okay”, hoping that he can’t see how shaky your hands are as you reach out to move his hair. 

Softly, you reach out to his shoulder, brushing back his hair as you inspect his pierced ears— you ignore the way your fingertips accidentally brush against his skin, and you especially try to ignore the way he shudders at your actions. You take your time to mark where you’ll put each piercing, and after double-checking with Beomgyu, you finally get ready to pierce his ears. 

Reluctantly, you put on gloves, slowly going through all the sanitation steps as you walk Beomgyu through it and tell him how to care for his piercing— you’re sure he doesn’t need to hear this, honestly— yet it’s still your job to say it.

“Take a deep breath in,” it’s accidental, but you’re using your customer service on him, and you’re sure he notices; that is, if the small quirk of his lips is any giveaway. Slowly, you adjust the piercing gun, taking a deep breath in yourself in hopes that you won’t fuck up; it’s irrational, but you can’t help but be afraid. But you pull through, and as your fingers squeeze together, you watch the needle go through his ear. 

“There’s one,” you say reassuringly, pulling away to check your work. All he manages is a small wince, which is a nice contrast to the usual wailing and annoyed moms that you get on the daily. Turning to the other side, you find yourself no longer nervous, pulling back his hair without a second thought as you start sanitizing the new side as well. You barely hesitate before you’re passing the needle through his ear, smiling at the way he only flinches at the feeling. 

“Good job!” You say automatically, unable to stop yourself as the customer service mode had taken over you completely. But it doesn’t seem to phase Beomgyu, because he doesn’t comment on it even as you take him to the register to pay.

“I look pretty, don’t I?” He asks, tilting his head in the mirror to look at his new hello kitty piercings. It’s a stark difference to the rest of his jewelry, but you can’t help but agree wholeheartedly with him.

“They’re super cute, I’m kinda jealous,” you say, much to Beomgyu’s surprise. 

“Well, maybe your friend could pierce them,” he says, glancing behind you, and at the employee area, “if she finally decides to come out.”

Beomgyu is very annoying— it’s a realization that dawns on you as he sports a smug look, clearly pleased with the way he manages to fluster you with just a few words. But even as he bids you goodbye, reminding you to come to his show tomorrow, you can’t deny the way your heart saddens to watch him go so soon. 

Oh, you’re down bad. 

⤬⤬⤬

The new venue is much nicer than the last one— it catches you off guard by how nice it is. (It really makes you wonder how much money they each contribute to afford such places)

Chaeryeong is trailing behind you reluctantly, her cute heels from last time swapped out for much more comfortable sneakers. Though she complained to you about going to such a rough event again, you could tell that she was much more pleased when the sight of assigned seats greeted her— not that it wasn’t stated on the ticket, you had muttered to her sarcastically.

You could tell that you were getting strange looks from others— after all, you decided not to conform to their style. It wasn’t really you, so why do it? So instead of trying something new, you decided to stick to your cute pink outfits, dressed in a denim skirt that honestly, wasn’t covering much, the same hello kitty jacket you wore when you first talked to Beomgyu being sported once more as you layer it over a thin tank top, your cute Demonia camel-311’s adding an extra bit of height as you make it all the way down to the VIP section— front and center. 

You’re practically buzzing in your seat from excitement as you wait for the concert to begin, eagerly chatting with Chaeryeong who could only do so much to calm you down. After what seems like an eternity of waiting, the audience lights finally dim, and you’re left in anticipation for the band to come out. 

It still feels like you’re listening to them for the first time again as you watch them perform, your new closeness to the stage allowing them all to spot you easily— they all end up sending Beomgyu knowing looks at some point, unbeknownst to you. 

And as you finally make eye contact with Beomgyu, you grin at him excitedly, waving at him as he nods in recognition, a smile breaking across his face as he sees you. And though you finally look away from him, much more distracted by Soobin as he begins to sing, he can’t help but watch you, mesmerized as you seem to be enjoying yourself wholly. (Though he couldn’t say the same for your friend, who mostly seemed to be there for emotional support as she helped steady you.) 

You just seemed so happy. And it made Beomgyu’s heart jump excitedly at the thought of it being because of his band. You were even singing along, and Beomgyu couldn’t help but watch you fondly, shamelessly staring at you even when it was his turn to sing and your gaze turned back to him. He met your eyes eagerly, and you almost felt as though the rest of the crowd disappeared as he sang, raspy voice soothing to your ears as you tried to push away the incessant fluttering of your heart. 

You stared at him even when it was no longer his part, watching in awe as he played the bass like it was second nature. Meeting his eyes once more, you couldn’t help the way your eyes flit to his ears, the flash of the jewelry bringing your attention to the cute hello kitty studs he wore; you pointed at your ears eagerly, and he seems to realize what you’re referring to as he sweeps his hair back, allowing you to take in the piercings properly; they’re healing surprisingly well.

The concert seems to pass by much quicker than you’d like— and you’re left with nothing but the muffled feeling in your ears and the dwindling adrenaline as you reluctantly make your way back to the entrance. You almost make it out, but you’re stopped last minute as a security guard approaches the two of you, asking you for to confirm your identities to him. 

“Beomgyu would like to see you,” he says, pointing at you as he reads your ID. You’re surprised, blinking owlishly as you take in his words, unsure if he’s messing with you as you say, 

“… Me?”

“Yes, if you could please follow me,” the security guard waits for you to come after him, but he seems to notice the way you hesitate and turn back to your friend with uncertainty. “She can wait in the VIP lobby if she’d like, but I was told to bring you specifically backstage.” 

It seems like something clicks for Chaeryeong as she lets out a small “ahhh,” in understanding, pushing you towards the security guard as you turn to her with wide eyes, surprised at her actions. 

“Go ahead! The VIP lounge has drinks,” she encourages you, rolling her eyes with every protest and “are you sure?” that leaves your mouth. “Yes I’m sure! Now go!” 

Reluctantly, you leave your friend behind in the VIP lounge, watching her get comfortable at the bar as she asks the bartender for a drink. The backstage area is a lot quieter than you’d thought it would be— it’s practically silent the moment you enter the area, the boys all probably tired and ready to go home after such a performance. But you’re in awe nonetheless, looking from door to door as the security guard finally guides you to the last one— Beomgyu’s dressing room, it seems. 

Knocking on it tentatively, you anxiously wait for Beomgyu to open up as the guard stands behind you; you really hope he wasn't messing with you.

“Hmm? Who is it?” You can hear the grogginess in Beomgyu’s voice as the door barely opens, his head slowly peeking out before it's met with the sight of your sheepish smile. 

“Ah, you can come in,” he gestures to you, suddenly much more awake as he glances back to the security guard, “you’re good to go, thank you.”

You’re restless as the door is shut behind him, and you’re left alone in the small dressing room as you patiently wait for Beomgyu to tell you why he brought you here. 

“___,” you look at him, surprised to find your name slipping from his lips so easily. He’s smiling, suddenly much more energized as he tells you, “we just signed with a record label. We’re set.”

You’re elated, his joy contagious as you take a second to process his words— he laughs, and you can’t help but share his laugh as you run to him, enveloping him into a tight hug that he gladly accepts, the smoky scent of his cologne lingering despite his change of clothes. You don’t know how long you stay like this, but it just feels right as you mutter a “congratulations” into the fabric of his shirt, nuzzling into his neck with a smile stuck on your face.

Pulling away from him, you’re reluctant to leave this small space that the two of you created; you can tell he feels the same, hands lingering at your forearms as he keeps you close, eyes fond as he watches the way your eyes sparkle under the lights of the room. 

“Does this mean you’re quitting your job at the mall?” You joke, cracking a smile that Beomgyu sees past— you don’t think you’re ready to watch him leave just yet. 

“Yes,” he says, honest words leaving him as he tugs you in closer, unable to look away from your glossy lips as he finds himself leaning in closer, his voice much quieter as he says, “but I’ll still visit now and then.” 

It’s not the perfectly romantic and corny line you were expecting, but it’s enough to prompt you to crash your lips with his, the weeks of tension and feelings that had built up between the two of you finally crashing down as you allow yourself to indulge in the feeling of him. He’s quick to kiss you back, the feeling rough and new as his snake bite piercings press against your flesh, a small sigh escaping you as you feel him nip at your lips. 

His arms have encased your waist and pulled you in tight, your body pressed flush against his and your hands splayed across his chest as he practically forces you to lean against him, his fingertips itching to explore your body further.

“Fuck, I couldn’t stand seeing you out there in your cute little skirt,” he groans, slotting a thigh between yours as he runs his fingers along the hem of your skirt, “made me scared someone else would try to make a move on you.”

“No, wore this just for you,” you confess, breathless and whiny as you grind on his thigh, the thin fabric of your panties doing nothing to hide just how aroused you were. He laughs at that, the sound airy and mocking as he guides your hips on his thigh, pushing you down on it more as he takes in the sounds that tumble messily from your lips. 

Placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, you yelp at the way he angles your hips, clenching his thigh and bouncing it under you as your sensitive clit rubs and bumps against him messily. You’re practically delirious as you reach a hand down to move your panties aside, the stimulation not enough for you as you finally allow your bare cunt to come in contact with him.

“I can’t believe this,” he groans, watching the way a wet spot slowly begins to form over the place you continue to grind against, “my stupid girl, all fucked up over my thigh? Poor baby won’t be able to take my cock, then.” 

“No, I can take it,” you protest, your mind reeling from the pleasure that Beomgyu gives you— you can feel your stomach tightening with every clench of his thigh, the muscle pressing against you nicely, “Please, I can take it, please…” 

“You really think you can?” He asks, leaning to trail kisses down the column of your neck, “why don’t you come on my thigh, then we’ll see if you really can.” 

You’re nodding desperately for his approval, shirt clenched tightly in your fists as you work yourself up to your high, the feeling of his muscles pressing against you bringing you closer much quicker. With a particularly harsh bounce of his thigh, your mouth falls open, Beomgyu’s grip on your hips ruthless as he forces you down on him, guiding you through it as slowly come down from the blissful feeling. 

“Good girl, following my orders like that,” he mumbles, enjoying the way your shaking hands grip onto him helplessly. Gently, he guides you to the couch, allowing you to fall on it as he slowly begins to undress you, your grabby hands pulling at his shirt until he’s throwing it over his head. 

“Oh god—" he holds back a groan as he takes off your bra, suddenly finding it much harder to contain himself at the cute sight, his hands immediately finding their place on your breasts as he gulps. 

“Baby, I had no idea you pierced these,” he says, pretty fingers playing with the piercings on your nipples as you whine at the stimulation. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you? They’re so pretty…” 

Beomgyu is mesmerized as you lay before him, a needy and panting mess as you let him play with your tits crudely, allowing him to pinch and roll the pierced nipples until they’re hardened. Slowly, he leans down to wrap his mouth around one of them, tongue darting out to lick at them as you gasp, back arching as you realize—

“Fuck, is your tongue pierced?” You gasp, watching the way Beomgyu sits up with a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Looks like we’re all full of surprises here,” he says, trailing kisses down your body before he finally stops at your navel, glancing back up as he says, “I’ve always heard it feels better when you get eaten out by someone with a piercing— wanna test it out?”

You’re ready to say every curse word in existence as Beomgyu dives down without a second thought, warm mouth wrapping around you and the feeling of his tongue— paired by his piercing— sends you into an overstimulated mess, still having yet to recover as you thread your hands into his hair, weakly attempting to pull him away from you before he’s pinning your hips down, his tongue insistent as he flicks it across your clit ruthlessly. 

“Beomgyu…” you whine out, body too sensitive to stay still, yet still begging for more as you thread your fingers tighter into his scalp, tugging harshly— the sting brings out a crude groan from him.

Slowly, you feel his fingers prodding at your entrance, an airy chuckle leaving him as he takes in the way you’re dripping wet for him. Pulling away, he watches as two of his fingers slide in easily, opening up inside you as he slowly begins to stretch them out inside you, biting at his lip at the way you clench around him. 

Leaning back down, he lays his tongue flat on your clit, enjoying the way you shake under him as he sets a brutally slow pace for you. 

“Enjoying yourself?” He taunts, unable to stop himself as his free hand reaches up to play with your nipples, still amazed at the cute piercings that had been hiding from him all along. You’re nodding along, though he’s not entirely sure you processed what he just asked from the way you’re so lost in the pleasure— which Beomgyu is more than happy to deliver more of. His tongue flicking across your clit paired with the quickened pace of his fingers is what sets you off, the stimulation too much for you the moment Beomgyu begins to tug at your nipple piercings teasingly. 

“Beomgyu please,” you plead, using your fingers that were threaded in his hair to pull him up, your lips briefly meeting his as you take in the taste of yourself— his tongue darts into your mouth as you allow him to coat your tongue with your own release, the teasing bites that he leaves you with as he pulls away making you whine stupidly. 

“So fucking pretty,” he mutters under his breath, staring down at your fucked out form as he finally releases himself from his restraints, his cock painfully hard and leaking as he kneels over you, “Wanna make you all mine. Keep you to myself.”

His words are an alluring promise as he slowly pushes into you, leaving kisses and bites all along your collarbones as you do the same to him. You sigh as he bottoms out, hips meeting yours as he takes your hand to place it on your abdomen.

“Do you feel that?” He asks, pressing his hand on top of yours as he slowly pulls out, a broken moan leaving you as you realize that fuck, you can. With every slow thrust you can feel every vein, his hand that remains on top of yours adding onto the pleasure as you feel him through your stomach as well.

“God, you make it so hard for me to hold myself back,” he groans, closing his eyes as you clench tightly around him, the warm feeling of your walls wrapping around him pushes him to his limits, the sounds that leave your lips only adding on to the mess.

“Don’t,” you breathe out, eyes dazed as they meet Beomgyu’s, “Don’t hold back— please.”

With one final look in your eyes, Beomgyu shakes his head, leaning down to plant a kiss to your lips before he’s taking your leg, bringing it up to press against your chest as it allows him to fuck you in a deeper angle. His pace is ruthless as he gives in to your request, the combination of his length and the stretch of his cock leaving your mind empty in a matter of seconds. 

“Fuck, be quiet baby,” he grits out, slapping a hand over your mouth in panic as you let out a particularly loud moan, the reminder of his other bandmates being nearby bringing about a rush of adrenaline— he didn’t want anyone else to hear the sounds you made. 

Your muffled whimpers and whines still managed to leak through Beomgyu’s hand, your body getting pressed down into the couch with the force that Beomgyu fucks you with. Your hands scrambled to find someplace to steady yourself on, quickly finding purchase on Beomgyu’s shoulders, your nails raking down his back accidentally as his cock pressed against a sensitive spot— you were only egged on by the surprised moan he let out by that. 

“God, you feel so…” he hisses as your nails dig into his skin, the stinging feeling making him pry your hands away from him as he pins them down, your fingers lacing with his immediately as he uses this to fuck into you harder. His lips crash against yours the moment you begin to get too loud again, and you accept the distraction gratefully as you relish in the feeling of his piercings against your skin. 

This new angle allowed for his hips to crash against your clit, the rough hits making you closer to your end as you clenched tightly around him, the feeling enough of a warning for Beomgyu as he continued to fuck you ruthlessly. Your nails dig into his hands as he begins to hit your sensitive spot repeatedly, your high crashing down on you unexpectedly as you clamp down on Beomgyu’s cock. 

He helps you ride through it, slowing his pace into nothing but a grind as he presses his hips against yours, placing relentless kisses on your lips as soft praise leaves him, the words not quite reaching you as you come down from your high. 

“Gyu,” you whimper, and Beomgyu thinks he might just come then and there, “keep going.” 

“More?” He asks, incredulous at your request, “fuck, you still want more?”

Nodding, you squeeze his hands as you innocently say, “want you to finish inside me.” 

God, you have no idea what you do to him. Your words hit him like a freight train as he feels his cock twitch inside you, shaking his head in disbelief at your request— how could you say something like that so sweetly? It’s like you were doing it on purpose. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up until you can only think of me,” he says, his words drawing out a whimper from you as he begins to move once more, no longer hesitant as he watches the way your face contorts from the pleasure and over stimulation. Your words are all he can think of as he watches you try your best to be quiet, biting at your lips and failing as he presses his cock deep inside you, every drag and thrust he delivers making your eyes roll back in bliss. 

You might even be drooling at this point— but you don’t really care, at least not with the way Beomgyu is fucking you so nicely. You can feel his pace stutter as he lets out soft moans, hands untangling from yours as he sits up, placing his hands on your hips and angling them up as he uses you to his liking, the new angle making you slap your hands over your mouth— you’re sure something humiliating would have left your mouth if you hadn’t done so. 

His fingertips dig into the soft flesh of your hips as his brows furrow, concentrated on chasing pleasure as his eyes flit back to you— to your watery eyes, your hands clasped over your mouth panic despite the sounds that leak through, and your breasts that bounce back and forth with each thrust. 

He can tell that a new orgasm is beginning to build in you, and he’s determined to make the coil snap as he reaches a hand down to rub at your clit, leaning over to whisper nothing but the filthiest things imaginable, a grin overtaking his face as he feels the way you’re quick to catch up to him, your trembling figure telling him all he needs to know.

“Come on darling, don’t you want me to fill you up? You’d look so pretty with my cum dripping between your thighs, I’ll make sure everyone will know you’re mine. Go ahead, come on my cock.” He’s rambling at this point, but it’s enough to set you off as you cum on him once more, the pathetic whine of his name enough to set him off as he follows close behind you, his thrusts sloppy and rough before he stills, filling you to the brim as your hands find themselves running down his back once more, the sting of pain mixing into his pleasure as his head drops onto your neck, the heavy feeling of his breaths against your neck the only thing that grounds you from your high. 

He’s careful as he maneuvers the two of you to lay down, having yet to pull out of you as the slow trickle of his cum escaping from you makes you shiver. Wrapping his arms tightly around you, he pulls you in for another slow kiss, unable to stop the smile that spreads across his lips, the two of you turning into a giddy mess in each other’s arms.

“I was waiting for the day I could kiss you like this,” he mumbles against your lips, the confession making you push against his chest in embarrassment, allowing him to pull you back in with a laugh. The two of you stay like that for a moment longer, and you actually think you could fall asleep like this—

“Oh my god, Chaeryeong!”

At the call of your friend’s name, Beomgyu groans, throwing an arm over his eyes as he asks, “she’s still here?”

“Yes!” You can tell that Beomgyu doesn’t understand why you’re panicking, but you feel absolutely terrible that you made her wait outside in the lobby while you— you…

“Gyu, I gotta go,” you whine, trying to pry yourself from his grip as you look around his dressing room, spotting a rag and a spray bottle filled with water that you could use to clean yourself up. “I have the day off tomorrow, just come over then.” 

“Can I? You promise?” Is all he says, unable to let you go as you try to rush to clean up. Turning back to him, you adjust your shirt, laughing at the way he seems to be eager for your response. 

“Promise,” you say, leaning down to give him a final goodbye kiss; it’s enticing when he tries to lure you in with more, but you know better as you collect your things, bidding him a final goodbye as you exit his room, allowing yourself to be escorted by security guards as you do the walk of shame. (Shame was actually not enough to describe what you felt— what you felt was much deeper, the realization that everyone probably heard you leaving you unable to look up from the floor.)

Yet even as you’re reuniting with Chaeryeong with a sheepish smile, you can’t help but feel the way your heart flutters at the feeling of your phone being flooded with messages.

Gyu:

Send me ur address pls

Would it be weird if I just come over rn

Say no so I can come over

You shook your head as you read through the messages, not noticing the way Chaeryeong peeked over teasingly.

“See, I told you— you were playing the long game.”

Yet this time, you couldn’t really deny her— because maybe you really were all along.  

⤬⤬⤬

dumb dumb – jake sim masterlist

𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛, 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛

this began with a request for breeding kink with jake, and ended in a universe that i have kind of fallen in love with!

pairing: jake x afab reader

warnings: best friend!jake, dom!jake, sub!reader, lots of swearing, kind of public making out, mentions of ruining clothes, breeding kink, friends with somewhat benefits, drunk sex, seemingly one-sided feelings but not really, masturbation (male and female), oral, rough sex, sometimes mean jake, friends to lovers (these will be in each chapter to express the warnings for expect specific one as these may change each chapter).

plot: you and your best friend, jake sim, come from prominent rich families. you have been in love with jake for some time, and have been unashamed to admit this. jake never once reacts to your confessions, so your scheming, yet well meaning, families takes it into their own hands to find ways to make jake realise just how much he is madly in love with you also.

a/n: send an ask to be added to the taglist for this series/chapters/fic thing i don't know what it's called on tumblr i'm still new to writing here. must be 18 plus.

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 – a collection of confessions ( coming soon )

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 – a collection of dates ( coming soon )

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 – a collection of dresses ( coming soon )

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 – a collection of misunderstandings ( coming soon )

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 – a collection of happy ever after ( coming soon )

subject to change!

kill the director (seungsthetic) review under the cut.

trope: prof x student

genre: suggestive (heeseung is such a tease, fuck him lmaooo)

brief mentions of harassment (mdni)

at first reading the lines of "Some teachers in your major even made bets if you would reach the online forums kind of famous, other majoring students daring to come to the media building for sneaks of you." scared me shitless, this is something i would never want to experience as a woman. i mean men feasting over you? absolutely not lmao and god the harassment???????????????????? i hate men.

but anyways, i read this after redoing my whole blog so my attention span is still at bay (thank god). i could say that this fic might pass for forbidden romance? given the taboo with teacher and student relationship lol

i enjoyed this read. there are some paragraphs that i had to take a double read since it was confusing to read (but it's understandable given it wasn't proofread) and you described heeseung well and sticked well with the playboy persona but i was craving for more heeseung backstory? i mean what's the reason for his playful behavior?

the making out sesh with the halloween costumes are top tier content right there, part 2 pls if u can hehe i need the smut ;)

kill the director — lee heeseung

requested. – it's finally here!!!!

pairing: heeseung x afab reader

genre: angst, suggestive, mdni!!!

plot: you are a newly graduated teacher based in a university, and one of your new students decides to try and push his luck with you.

warnings: university student!heeseung, newly graduated teacher!reader, heeseung shamelessly flirting, slight age gap (reader is older by two-three years), no actual sex happens (kind of left it open for a smutty part two if people want), mentions of costumes, reader is kind of harassed but also not really detailed.

extra: i'm making heeseung a film student just because i gained my masters in film so i know exactly the kinds of things to write for the class scenes, sorry not sorry haha.

wc: 5331

You were always told from the day you graduated that when the next term began, you were going to be that one tutor that all the all of the students would oggle, regardless of if they were in your class or not. Some teachers in your major even made bets if you would reach the online forums kind of famous, other majoring students daring to come to the media building for sneaks of you.

You were close to the age of the students, only about 3 years older than the ones you were to teach at an absolute maximum, disregarding the older students who came for a change of knowledge so they could find a better career.

You knew it was going to be rough to gain the respect of the students close to your age, due to that very fact. But all you had ever wanted to do in life was teach. Your old tutor was retiring, leaving the slot open for you to steal with so much as just one word.

The desk was emptied before you even accepted your degree, and you got the job offer the very next day. You felt as if everything just fell into perfect place. You were excited to begin the new chapter of your life. And nothing was going to tear it down. That, you was determined.

You arrived at your class, bright and early. You wanted to ensure you had more than enough time to learn how to use the projector so you could showcase any and all needed documents on the board, and you needed to ensure all handouts that needed printing were neat and stapled to try and minimise the risk of anyone losing a piece of the information required. Of course, you would always print more if someone asked you—but you wanted your first class to be perfect.

You placed the paper stacks for each student at each seat, then you rushed back to your own seat and sat down, double, triple checking, that each PowerPoint and document made sense and was easy to read. You couldn’t have any mistakes, not on your first day.

You were shocked when students began to enter the room much too early for class, earlier than you were prepared for. They didn’t even seem to register your existence at first, you being almost hidden behind the desk which had a weird ‘back’ to it, a piece of wood sticking up to almost separate you from the students. You also had your laptop placed in a way so when students entered, they almost couldn’t see you from the side when you were sat down also.

Students continued to flood in, mostly in pairs or small groups. The final students trickles their way in, and almost every seat was filled with a good ten minutes left before class was to begin.

You sneaked looks from behind your laptop screen, watching as your students pulled their own laptops out, while some assessed the papers before them, and some of those even began highlighting the parts of the information that they found most crucial to remember. You couldn’t help the smile forming on your lips.

This was what you had always wanted, what you looked forward to. Now was your time to shine.

You finally stood from your seat, the students at the desks closest to the front of the room noticing you first. Their eyes were laser focused on your every move. You made your way in careful steps across the carpet to the glass door of the room before you pushed it shut, then you turned to face the students with a bright, forced smile.

You were terrified as to how they would react if they could sniff out your nerves. Your palms were sweaty and your skin was tingling from the adrenaline, but you had to try your best to remain composed and collected.

You clapped your hands together in a way to get the attention of the students at the back of the class, your eyes landing on one with dark hair and glasses framing his eyes. You remembered your old tutor, who taught the first term of class, had talked his big praises. Lee Heeseung, was it? Your tutor showed you the profiles of each of the students to try and make sure you were up too date with their talents, specialties, etc.

Your eyes quickly gazed over the rest of the students before you made the way to the middle of the floor. You feared your voice would shake, but you thought if you faked confidence, then soon enough it would come naturally.

“Good morning, everyone. As some of you know, Professor Youngbae has retired at the ripe old age of 54 to continue his career in the directing field, and you have been assigned to me. I’m still new to the whole teaching thing so I may not be as engaging or as fun as Professor Youngbae, but feel free to stay behind class and ask me any and all questions you have about the sessions.” Your voice almost wavered at the end, but you kept your head up high and your back straight.

You were like them not too long ago, now you had to lead them. You couldn’t be weak. You just had to keep reminding yourself that.

You walk to the desk but this time you stand at it, bending down awkwardly to be able to press some buttons in your laptop to turn the screen on.

“That’s a moving desk, you know,” A male voice filled the quiet room, your eyes looking around to try to decipher who it was who spoke.

As your eyes scanned the room, the black haired boy with glasses stood from his seat and side stepped so he was in the empty space between tables. “There’s a button on it so you can stand at the desk, or you can lower it.”

You nod your head slowly, squatting to try and find the button with no luck. You didn’t even hear the footsteps of the male. Suddenly you felt someone brushing up against your side, their hand reaching across past your face to a few inches away from the corner. The man pressed a button and like magic, the desk moved upwards to allow you to present and stand at the same time, that weird wooden wall remaining in place so it didn’t cover you as your presented.

You stood carefully, the student beside you also taking this as his own hint to stand. You turn to face him, taking a step back to add some much needed space between your close proximity. “Thank you…” You began, but fell silent. You weren’t sure of his name, so you didn’t want to call a name just in case you got it wrong.

“Lee Heeseung,” The student confirmed your suspicions before he bowed his head, his glasses falling down his nose. He lifted his head, then walked back to his desk.

“Thank you, Heeseung,” You thanked him again before you decided it time to get on with your lesson.

***

You came to the end of the lecture with much success, the students seemingly loving the lesson and the way you taught. You had never seen students so engaged in another tutor’s lessons before, and your heart swelled with pride at the thought.

You pressed the button to lower your desk and sat on your chair, your knees aching from standing and walking around for so long, but you still felt a thrill inside of your chest with the need and excitement to do it all again the following days to come.

You watched and waved at students as they left the room, some offering you warm smiles and others even offering words of encouragement to try to ensure you knew just how fun you made their class, and now the rest of their studies going forward.

Next to none of the students decided to stay behind, which made you feel a sense of accomplishment. You had made a lesson not only fun, but easy for them to understand and not need to throw you a million questions; which was an unspoken fear you had the last few weeks as you address, and readdressed your lesson plan.

You closed your laptop and placed it under your arm. You only had the one class for now, but as the next term kicked in after your teaching test term, you had no doubts you’d have many classes to teach and plan for.

You turned to face the door of the classroom, only to find it closed with Lee Heeseung leaning on the edge of the desk closest to the door. His head was tilted back, his eyes scanning the ceiling as if he was counting the tiles to better occupy his time.

You raised an eyebrow, but walked towards him regardless and offered him a smile as you came to stand before him. Heeseung noticed you from the corner of his eye and finally looked down from the ceiling. His eyes looked you up and down, and you couldn’t help but feel as if there was something hidden behind his gaze. Self-conscious, you moved your laptop to cover your body.

“Heeseung, how can I help you?” You asked in a cheery voice, the smile never once leaving your face.

Heeseung remained leaning against the edge of the desk, but looked at you over the top of the glasses the sat halfway down his nose. “You’re probably the youngest tutor in this whole campus,” He noted, to which you thought for a moment, then nodded your head in agreement.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” You forced out a laugh. “I just graduated and Professor Youngbae said I would be a great replacement, so I decided why not try out for the job.”

Heeseung nodded his head, then lifted his head to a normal height for himself. He hummed. “You’re also the hottest tutor,” His voice was casual and calm, as casual as asking for a pen. But your skin instantly tinted pink and burned.

You choked on oxygen, using your free hand to slap at your chest to try and dislodge the air-blockage in your throat. “Why, thank you. But I think that’s a bit inappropriate to be telling me, don’t you?”

Heeseung pushed himself off the desk so his body was close to yours, looking down at you. He was so close you could smell his cologne. It was intimidating, but you decided not to take a step back. Maybe he was testing you.

“I only called you hot. We’re both of legal age, so I don’t see why there should be an issue if I find you hot,” Heeseung almost sounded as if he was defending himself, but he kept his voice calm and collected at the same time.

“I’m your tutor, there are just some boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed,” Your voice was low, quiet. You took the first move to leave, yanking the door open a little too aggressively before you walked out of the classroom and away from Heeseung.

Heeseung followed after you, but remained in the hallway by the classroom. He watched you walk away, smirking to himself. He was going to find a way to make you his for the night. He was Lee Heeseung, after all. He slept with every hot student and faculty member in that campus that he could get his hands on. You were trying to make it a bit of a challenge for him, but he knew you would fall into his traps at some point.

***

You arrived at your class bright and early, hair neatly brushed out of your face and a new casual suit was your fit for the day in an attempt to appear professional, but also friendly at the same time.

Heeseung was the first student at class, eyes wide and pen in hand ready to learn everything he possibly could from you. He sometimes stayed after class to drop in some questions after the sessions ended, and you didn’t fail to notice the longing looks he gave you from across the classroom.

Heeseung thew his hand up at every question you asked the students, and his hand rushed to note down every word you said. He was trying a little too hard, and you soon became suspicious of him. Sometimes, he even dared to brush his fingertips over your skin when you were in close proximity to him. His desk mate seemed to smirk every time you were anywhere within a metre space of Heeseung’s presence.

But the last few days, you had noticed that Lee Heeseung had been missing from your classes. You almost felt your excitement get snuffed out at the lack of his presence, but you chose to ignore the feeling. You were a professional, and having some form of feelings for a student was wrong. You couldn’t favour or enjoy another student’s presence more than others. That would be unethical, right?

It was early in the morning, you were tasked with an early session as your classroom was scheduled to have maintenance during your usual class time. Surprisingly, your students all agreed to come in earlier. You didn’t know, but they were all beyond happy to attend your classes regardless of the time.

You stood at the counter, watching the coffee pour out of the nozzle into your flask. You sighed softly, using your right hand to push your hair out of your face. You were exhausted, to say the least. Your friends enjoyed a good night out the prior night, and you were begged by them to go along. Now you were regretting staying out until 2 am, surviving on three hours sleep and endless amounts of coffee from the staff lounge.

You picked up your flask when you heard three beeps to signal the coffee was ready, then discarded the pod so the machine was ready for the next person to use.

You walked to your class and took in a breath through your nose before you enter your classroom. You expected it to be empty, another half hour until your class was to begin. But you stopped at the door, your eyes going wide as you noticed Lee Heeseung sat at your desk, his legs spread wide and his eyes staring right at you.

You swallowed a lump in your throat, the image of him before you making you feel intimidated. You kept your head high as you entered the room. You stopped before him, raising an eyebrow. “Sorry, you’re in my seat.” You even crossed your arms over your chest, trying to appear as intimidating and annoyed but you doubted it had any effect over the male.

“I know,” He replied casually, daring to lean back in the chair. He looked up at you, his eyes daring to snake down your body before his lips turned up into a ghost of a sideways-smirk.

You felt humiliation and some form of anger fluttered in your chest. You had a feeling the student before you either hated you, or was determined to test you within an inch of your abilities just because you were the new, young teacher.

You stepped closer and raised an eyebrow, trying to appear confident but the sweat forming on your palms told yourself otherwise. “Please go to your own seat,” You spoke, begging your voice to not shake and waver your authority over him.

The man before you stood from your seat and made sure as he walked past you, his body was as close to yours as he could get away with despite there being more than enough space for him to pass around you. You let out a breath you didn’t know you was holding, then shook your head. You placed your flask down carefully, scared you’d drop it if you held it for much longer.

You made your way to your desk and gently sat down, crossing one leg over the other. You placed your laptop on top of the desk and looked over your laptop screen to steal a glance in Heeseung’s director. He was staring right at you, so you rushed to look down, acting as if you were looking at the top of your screen and not over it.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” His voice filled the room after several moments of silence, scaring you from the sudden noise and causing you to jump and hit your flask, which in turn ended up coating your brand new white shirt.

“Shit!” You stand quickly, trying to pull your shirt from the skin as the heat burned. You didn’t hear the scrape of the chair before the man rushed to your side, a handful of tissues in his grip. You didn’t even think about what was happening, allowing him to try to soak up some of the hot liquid with the tissues. The stain remained, but the shirt was slowly becoming dryer.

When you realised your student was abnormally and uncomfortably close to you, you stepped back and rushed out a jumble of what was meant to be a thank you before you grabbed your jacket and went to make a move to run to the bathrooms.

Heeseung grabbed the back of your bag to stop you from escaping. You stopped in your tracks and watched as he slipped off his green jumper and held it out to you, leaving him in only a white t-shirt. You didn’t carry spare clothes for potential accidents, and at that moment you were desperate so you grabbed his jumper with a smile, then ran off to the bathroom.

***

“So don’t forget, your characters need to make the audience feel something and sympathise with them within the first five minutes at least, or else the audience will be turning their screens off,” You finished as you got to the end of your PowerPoint.

“Does anyone have any questions?” You asked, going to tuck a piece of hair behind your hair but then cringing at the realisation your hair, a wet coffee stained mess, was tied back.

“Whose jumper is that, Professor Y/N?” One of your best and friendliest students asked. She looked you up and down, and then wiggled her eyebrows. “It’s so big on you and my boyfriend has the exact same one, so I know it’s a man’s jumper.”

You wave your hand dismissively and force a laugh. Your cheeks were stained red in betrayal, and your mouth rejected the words your student suggested. “This is just a jumper I bought because it looked comfortable, it’s not a jumper of a boyfriend or anything. I like the baggy style of clothing,” You tried to defend yourself, but no one was falling for it.

The rightful owner smirked from his seat, his eyes avoiding you but a sense of pride and ownership came over him. In some sick twisted way, he was wanted to express the jumper was his and claim you as his own, but he knew now was not the time and it was unlikely he would get away with it without you shouting at him.

Your students settled down and chose to quit the questions about your love life when they soon realised you were going to remain tight lipped about the subject, but ever so slightly, for just a brief moment, your eyes glanced in Heeseung’s direction during the duration of the questions.

Your heart deflated when you noticed him talking to someone else, not so much as a care in the world. It was wrong to feel that way about a student, you knew that. But you couldn’t help it. He was, after all, the golden student—and dare you say it, your favourite student.

***

“Oh, come on,” Your friend whined as she draped her body over yours when she threw herself down on your sofa. “It’s just one night out, we used to love going to costume parties. Please say yes, I’ll never ask you to buy the wine on our Friday nights ever again!” Your friend rushed to kneel by your side, her eyes wide and her lips turned down in a sad, yet begging emotion. She even added the rubbing of her hands in a praying position.

She always knew exactly how to wrap you around her finger and get you to accept her pleas with next to no effort.

You stared at her for several long seconds before you threw your head back and groaned with defeat. “Fine, yes, I’ll fucking go. But you’re making all the effort and choosing the outfits. I’m just going to be getting dressed and turning up. Nothing more, nothing less.

Your friend smiled wide and nodded her head, already scheming all the ways she can dress you hot, and finally find you a good lay for the night.

“You won’t regret it, I promise. I’m going to make us look so hot–” You zoned out while she spoke, looking down at the green jumper you wore. You had better get it cleaned and hand it back to Heeseung…

***

You stood in front of the mirror in a small white dress, white stockings, white heels, and feathery angel wings for decoration with a halo on top of your head to complete the look. Your hair was left in waves and your makeup was gentle, yet sultry.

“Damn girl, you look hot,” You friend jokingly landed a spank on your ass before she came to stand beside you in an almost matching outfit, but everything in red and black with torn wings and horns replacing the halo.

“As do you,” You grinned at your friend before you sucked in a breath. Sure, some weeks ago you had complained endlessly about going out to some event which would likely be filled with those younger than you, but you needed a fun night out after the week you’d been having.

One of the older male faculty members had overheard your students singing your praises, even deeming you their favourite out of all the tutors. He didn’t take too kindly to that as he had been teaching them from the start, but you? You were new. Unknown. The tutor decided to make your life hell, making you do all the things a teach assistant would do. He made you get him coffee every morning, print his paper packs out, and he even made you get him lunch.

You had failed to see Heeseung the whole week, and had still yet to give him his jumper back. You were busy in work with your own classes, you didn’t have time to be running after a student and a faculty member harbouring bad feelings.

Tonight was the night you were going to forget about it all, if at least just for a few hours.

Your friend grabbed your bag and held it over her shoulder while the pair of you walked out of your apartment, then outside the building. The walk wasn’t too far to get to the venue for the costume party from where you lived, and as you made your way, you could already hear the thumping music.

You weren’t used to wearing heels anymore, so you kept almost stumbling but you chose to ignore the ache in your ankles and toes and kept walking right through the crowd of people scattered around in costumes and walked right into the venue, not even noticing you lost your friend in the crowd of people on the way.

The music was loud, addicting. It pulled your body to the dance floor, and that was where you spent most of the night. Some men bought you drinks and shoved them in your hands to consume, and while you should have been more resilient and not be so willing to accept drinks from strangers, you needed a release from stress and could care less about your safety. Surely no one would do anything back to you in a crowd of people?

You felt hands snake around your waist and huffed for what felt like the millionth time that night, about to turn and push the person away, but before you could turn in their arms you felt a breath of air against your neck and heard a familiar voice say in your ear, “Well, who would have expected to have seen here here, Professor Y/N.”

You felt heat rise up your neck and cheeks and moved your hands to place on top of his, trying to remove his hands from your sides with no luck. He was much, much more sober than yourself and so was stronger.

“Heeseung, what are you doing here?” You asked, managing to squeeze a way to turn around in his arms to face him. You ignored the close proximity, your faces close to one another.

“I’m partying with my friends, duh,” He replied with a cocked eyebrow and his famous side smirk that had you in a secret chokehold.

You noticed he was in a racer costume, his hair gelled back. You didn’t know what came over you, but one of your hands grabbed his cheeks and pushed them together so his lips smushed together. “You haven’t come to class in a while, I haven’t been able to give you your jumper back.”

Heeseung smiled and managed to get out, “You can keep it, it looks better on you.”

You rolled your eyes before your hand dropped to lazily wrap around his neck, not noticing how both your bodies swayed together in time with the music. “Everyone will get the wrong idea about us.”

“The only wrong idea about us is that my cock hasn’t been in your pretty little pussy yet,” He words were lewd, and you felt your stomach turn at them. Your eyes went wide, your lips parting slightly. The expression on your face said, ‘yes please’, but your lips held firm in rejection.

“I’m your teacher, I can’t have sex with you,” You were firm at the idea, but you made no effort to push his hands off your body as his one hand reached for your ass with a rough squeeze. “Plus… I don’t do those things anymore. It’s been… It’s been a while,” Your words trail off, only making Heeseung smirk more.

“All the more reason to let me fuck you senseless. I heard you’ve been stressed in class the last week. I can’t think of a better stress reliever than having you bouncing on some good dick. Don’t you agree?” Heeseung tried to tempt you again, his hands daring to move from your ass to between your thighs, pushing upwards under your skirt despite the crowd of people surrounding you.

You close your eyes and hum at the feeling, your body begging for the touch of a man. You go to reject his offer once again, but the alcohol and need for sex was begging for you to give in and allow Heeseung to have his way with you. Hard. So you opened your eyes and nodded your head eagerly. You grabbed his hand from between your legs. “Let’s go. If we don’t leave now, then this will never happen.”

Heeseung nodded his head quickly, his brain going numb with your words. He didn’t expect you to say yes so easily, but he did use the stress card against you. Maybe that was mean of him. You seemed very stressed lately. But the thought of helping you destress made his cock twitch. He was going to make sure you had a chance to destress, even if it took all night.

You dragged Heeseung pretty much all the way to apartment, but he could walk faster than you due to his longer legs and the fact you wore heels. He was right on your tail, his lips trailing along your shoulder and neck while his mouth spoke filthy words.

You got to the lobby area of your hotel and stumbled in your feels as you tried to practically run to the elevator. Heeseung thought that was a cute move, but resisted the urge to laugh. He smirked slightly to himself, then allowed you to grab his shirt and pull him inside the elevator.

Due to no one else stepping inside, Heeseung pushed you against the elevator wall and pressed his lips to yours for the first time. The kiss wasn’t as sloppy as he expected. He was gentle with the pressure he applied, and you reciprocated with the same. You parted your lips into the kiss, allowing his tongue access into your mouth but the elevator made a ding noise, signalling the door were to open soon.

You pulled your mouth off of his but still remained close, you arms around his body was you watched the doors. The floor was yours, and no one else was waiting to get on. You went back to dragging Heeseung along by his shirt, pulling him through the hallway to your door before you began typing to code into your handle.

As you focused your attention off him, Heeseung’s lips attached to your neck while his hands ran up and down your sides in feather-light touches. He wanted, no, needed you. And you would never admit it, but you needed him too.

You rushed to type your code in the door, then pushed it open. You used your back to keep it propped open before you grabbed his shirt and pulled him to crash your lips together, then you pulled him backwards inside your apartment. The door shut behind you both with a soft click, and the automatic lights illuminated the way down the hallway to your bedroom.

You reached behind you to push the door open and almost fall at the action to which Heeseung laughs against your lips. You go to scold him for not caring if you fell, but as you opened your mouth he pushed his tongue inside to gently massage it against your own. You never liked the idea of that type of kissing before, but with Heeseung, it was as if your body had a mind of its own.

Heeseung grabbed the halo sat on top of your head and pulled back from the kiss just enough to smirk at it and tut. “You won’t be needing this anymore after all the ways I’m about to corrupt you.”

You rolled your eyes at his cocky tone and grabs his jaw with your hands, forcing him to look at you. “Who’s to say all angels are good?”

Heeseung smiled at your response and pressed a single kiss to your lips before he bent down and wrapped his arms around our thighs, picking you up just enough to throw you backwards onto your bed.

He instantly leant down on top of you, his hands holding onto your thighs as he pressed his crotch tight against your own. You could feel his bulge through the thin material of your panties and moaned with need.

Heeseung gave a teasing thrust against you, smirking at your moan again. “God, you sound so beautiful.” He gently rubbed his thumb over your lower lip before his crashed his lips back to yours, kissing sloppily before he kept grinding against you.

You pushed his shoulders and whined, “Please stop teasing, I need you.”

Heeseung smirked as he watched your face as you tried not to squirm under him. His hands moved from your thighs upwards and reached your panties. He raised an eyebrow as his fingertips felt the material. “Lace? Never took you for a lace panties kind of woman.”

You rolled your eyes but laughed nonetheless, lifting your helps to allow him to pull them down. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Lee Heeseung.”

Heeseung lent down, his lips ghosting over yours as he spoke next. “Well then it’s time you taught me, don’t you think?”

the laundromat (rosesbxrry) review under the cut.

warnings: yummy smut, spoiler below idc u have been warned

first of all i was reading this while polaroid love was randomly playing LMAO HAHAHHAHAHHAHA TF HAHAHA SUCH CONTRAST

anyway, i find this whole read amusing. I was laughing my ass off when the man, beomgyu was having action and hee eventually describing it as "something that sounded like it came out of a bad porno. He had to wear noise cancelling headphones just to burn the midnight oil to finish an assignment at two in the morning. " LMAO I WAS REALLY LAUGHING ON THIS LINE, iTS THAT WORST????????????????????????????????? and dont get me started with the devil's tango HAHAHHAHA I AM GAGGING!!!

anyways, fr im being honest: this was such a good read! the flow of the story was not rushed?? given the word count was only at 3k? (you're such a good writer omg??? bless me)

i mean you really gave justice in showing the chemistry between hee and yn and it didn't came out forced despite not having interactions aside from the secret glances, hee's awkwardness (LMAO HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA IM STILL LAUGHING MY ASS OFF PLS), generally they have no actual conversation but you can feel their sexual attraction w each other which made the whole reading experience scrumptious.

plus panty stealer hee??? YES PLS

the smut was yummy. the dialogues and the dirty talk didn't came out of force, it wasn't cringey (like i really imagined it being an actual conversation irl and im def sure that 100% someone would be aroused) and overall, this is the writing style i am really envious of, so you're definitely one of my inspirations for my fratboy jake <333 thank you for this!

The Laundromat

Pairing: Stranger! Heeseung X Stranger Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞 (Minors DNI), college AU, neighbours!

Warnings: unprotected sex (pulling out), Heeseung being a pervert, male masturbation, fingering, panty stealing thing, voyeurism (as in publix sex in the laundromat), reader being a pervert as well, handjobs, lots of cursing, dirty talking, and a bunch of unwash laundry. Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else

Summary: Heeseung had just moved into his own place after abondoning his roommate. With a laundromat and you, his hot neighbour in the new building, eveything seemed perfectly good until he open the dryer machine, only to see a baby pink panty.

The problem? It has your name on it.

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Word count: 3, 220 words

Lee Heeseung described himself as an ordinary college student who was just getting by. 

He went through the same shit as any graduated high school student does; move out of your parent’s house and get a taste of what the adult world feels like. To say he struggled was an understatement really, because he did move out together with his best mate Beomgyu, whom he made a pact with since high school— sharing a flat together once they’ve escaped from the clutches of their parents. 

The freedom tasted sweet, if only Beomgyu didn’t ruined it by having sex with a random chick every night. 

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i have so much beomgyu brainrot rn this is making me squeal 🦅

sweet.

pairing: beomgyu x reader

genre: fluff

summary: beomgyu is whipped for the reader, that's it. that's the plot. just something short and sweet to make your hearts ache.

warnings: none<3

word count: 557

notes: the continuous rain outside has had me yearning for love yet again<//3

beomgyu buried his face deeper into your neck, holding you even closer, unable to get enough of the feeling his body touching yours, skin on skin burning so deeply against each other. you could feel his hot breath against your collarbones, silky hair tickling your skin.

“are you tired?”

beomgyu didn’t open his mouth to speak, he couldn’t even find the energy to move a finger; his deep hum that you interpreted as a “yes” vibrated against your body. you combed your fingers through the strands of his hair, occasionally letting your nails gently scratch against his scalp, making a soft sigh escape his lips. beomgyu didn’t have to pretend that he was okay with you. he didn’t have to put on a facade, to hide away his emotions, his stress and worries. with you, he could just show his true, raw self. “i love you” he whispered so softly against your skin, that you were unable to make out the words he was saying.

“hm? what did you say, gyu?”

he pressed his lips against your collarbone, then left a kiss on your neck, then another- and another. you didn’t question his actions, simply enjoying the feeling of his plush lips on your skin. he lifted himself up from his position on your chest. his lips traced a path from your neck to one of your arms, then back up and onto the other, to treat it with just as much care and attention. beomgyu took your hands in his, interlocking your fingers and pressing them down on the soft pillow above your head. he gave you another kiss, this time, on the corner of your jaw. he brought his face closer to yours until your noses touched. he closed his eyes for a moment and smiled, biting down on his lower lip, then he looked directly into your eyes as he whispered once again:

“i love you.” he stared intently at you “i love you- so much.” your heart’s pace picked up, burning from the amount of love you held for him. you glanced over at his lips, begging him in your mind to close the distance “my heart is so full of you, that i can hardly call it mine.” and with that- he kissed you on your mouth, fulfilling your unspoken wish. your chest felt warm, butterflies still flying around your stomach just like the very first time you got a taste of his sweet lips. “i love you too, gyu” you grinned into the kiss. you didn’t know how beomgyu’s heart melted entirely at the mere sound of those words; how ultimately, you were his greatest weakness. you didn’t need to say it back to him- and yet you did. beomgyu felt warm all over, the bangs framing his face hiding his burning cheeks away from you. he eagerly kissed you again- as if it was his last time he would be able to see you, to touch you again. no words would have been able to capture his feelings as well as his kisses did. he wasn’t aggressive- he was still tender, caressing your lips with his so delicately, yet so full of passion, hushed loving whispers and promises shared only between the two of you sneaking in as your lips crushed together.

it was so sweet, knowing that you loved him.

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