content: smau ⟡ tattooartist!riki x reader ⟡ profanity ⟡ suggestive ⟡ riki lowkey in love with reader
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synopsis; college life definitely isn't cheap— especially when living on campus, so y/n ultimately decides that the quickest way to make money is to sell baked goods. she's amazing at making sweet treats, and it shows-given that she's now known as the best place to get something sweet on campus. sunghoon finally gives in after hearing about her time and time again, but he is not satisfied with his order!! clearly, there was a misunderstanding along the way..
content (warning); mentions of marijuana, cursing(?), all characters are 19-22 in this.. idk.that seems about right.. GUYS IGNORE THE TIMESTAMPS PLEASE 😂
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ok so I’m now realziknh that I might’ve not paced this out well..Jake WILL be stepping in to steal y/n’s man ty❤️
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you thought soft launching your boyfriend would go well. sadly, your friend has somethings to say about your ‘age gap’ (or lack-there-of).
▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။• (nonidol au) non-idol!bf!ahn keonho x f!gf!r screenshot: 6 disclamer: keonhos only mention not seen, based of a true event that my girl went through, y/n is born december 2008, ani is @baskinginvellichor ily my pretty
authors notes : this happened to my girl @baskinginvellichor only it was w martin </333 how fucking dumb is that lmfoaao she’s only a month older than him
ꫂ᭪݁ sim jaeyun x f!reader , cursing , hoon is overprotective and possessive of reader , jake is so sweet :) , yearning , suggestive texts and pics , drunk reader , sexual jokes , hoon tells reader to “d!e”, but in a sibling way?jealousy!
sel speaks: the first ss, she’s talking about hoons friends! this is so ugly and rushed i’m sorry. next one will be better i promise, i just wanted to upload a third part :(.
𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ being the queen in a loveless marriage took a lot out of you, good thing the courts jester is willing to help .ᐟ.ᐟ .⋆♱ Arranged marriage, jake is a jester, smut with a plot if u squint , nipple stuff, unprotected sex, cheating on the king😬😬 MUNCH JAKEEE!!!!!! Lowkey degrades? theo from piwon as ur hubby, i havent written in a sec so might be bad + rushed ending…
You knew your entire life that you were meant to get married. Not in the normal way full of love and devotion, but in the ways aimed to increase power. You had talked about it with your mother, she talked to you about how she happened to grow fond of your dad after a few years of being together. You always tried to ignore the pit in your stomach when you thought about your future, married off to some stranger who will never care for you. Stuck with him for the rest of your life.
You were twenty when you found out you were engaged to prince Taeyang. Twenty-two when you met him for the first time. You stood in front of him, staring at the tile floor beneath you.
“Pleasure to meet you, my lady,” he spoke first. His voice deep and stern, which didn’t shock you in the slightest. His whole self, from his carefully paired outfit to his shoes tied to the upmost elegancy a shoe could have.
“Pleasure to meet you,” you replied. Your dress was new, a light blue piece that you only took out for special events like this. It’s not every day you could meet your future husband, especially when it’s to someone as regal as him. You both shared a room, two separate beds since you were unmarried. He ignored you the entire night, sleeping turned away from you. No words were exchanged, no eye contact was made, it was like he forgot you were there.
When you saw him again, it was on your wedding night. It was beautiful, outside in the garden surrounded by hundreds of lilacs. You walked up by the preacher, a combination of flowers you couldn’t name in your hand. Your veil disrupted your vision, making sure you couldn’t see anything properly. The preacher starts talking, some nonsense about holy matrimony and how this is a union of two parties. You bit your lip, allowing your eyes to scan through the crowd to find someone you recognized. Whether it be Jungwon or Lara, you hoped someone from your kingdom came.
No one was there, only royals that associated themselves with your soon-to-be husband’s kingdom showed.
He refused to look at you after your wedding night, sleeping with his back turned towards you, walking a few steps ahead of you, eating dinner in a room away from yours.
You knew you were bound to be married, but how is it that it was so loveless?
You attended the parties, sat on a throne watching everyone dance or chat to the king. But no one paid any mind to you, the poor queen of Eltra who was married at twenty-two to a man she had met once. The only person who ever spoke to you at those parties was the jester.
He always appeared before the music was too loud. Unlike the lords and their women crowding the ballroom, he walked with a giant grin on his face, like the palace belonged to him just as much as it did the king.
“Your Majesty looks thrilled to be here,” he said one evening, stopping beside your throne with a dramatic bow.
You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. “And you look underdressed.”
He gasped, pressing a hand against his chest. “Cruel already? We’ve barely spoken.” His hat, with two points each with bells on the end of it, ringed in your ears with each action he took.
A few nearby nobles turned their heads disapprovingly : jesters were entertainment, not company for queens. But he ignored them every time, straightening with a smile.
His name was Jake. You had learned it from overheard conversations between servants. Apparently the king adored him because he was funny enough to make even Taeyang’s father laugh during council feasts. You couldn’t imagine Taeyang laughing at all, he was a heartless man to you, but so lively towards everyone else.
Jake tilted his head at you, taking the hat off so you can see his matted brown hair. “You do know everyone here is terrified of you, right?”
“Terrified?” you repeated quietly, looking around the room as if someone were to cone and disprove his statement.
“Mhm,” he leaned closer, “you’re beautiful and hard to read.” He lowered his voice further, “it makes these oldies nervous.”
You nearly smiled at that, but stopped yourself. “You shouldn’t speak to me this casually,” you warned. “Someone will think you’ve forgotten your place.”
Jake’s eyes flickered briefly toward the empty throne beside yours. Taeyang had disappeared into the crowd before the celebration even started.
“I’m invisible to these people,” he said softly. “No one cares about the fool.”
You didn’t get to respond, opening your mouth to make a comeback when suddenly your hand was in his.
He brought it up to his lips ever so slightly, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “My lady, if you’ll let me, I could show you how to have some fun in these trying times.”
Your eyebrows furrowed. A queen’s responsibility was to make sure her husband and her people were pleased, whether it was marriage deeming or visiting a party, their well-being was instilled into your mind.
But… would it be so bad if you snuck away for a few moments? You’ve been at the castle for a year now and despite the solid gold crown that sat on your head, you were as see through as a civilian.
“What sort of fun?” You asked him, head tilting as if a new angle would give you a read on him.
Of course, it didn’t. No one could tell what was hiding behind a jesters eyes. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” a mischievous smirk sat on his face, contradicting the red and black clothes he wore that are supposed to entertain.
You debated in your head. How scandalous would it be for the queen to sneak off with the courts fool?
You nodded your head, standing abruptly and taking your hand back from him. “Leas the way then.”
And as unnoticed he walked in, the two of you left, sneaking to the silent halls that were filled with noise earlier. You didn’t know where you were going, only that Jake looked at peace walking a way that he’s been a million times.
The jester’s bedroom wasn’t as small as you thought it to be. Not as big as yours, but still decently sized for both of you to fit in comfortably. The walls were bare, the bed was made lazily with red blankets, the floor was spotless.
Jake appeared behind you, his hot breath fanning your neck. “How about we get you comfortable,” he suggested, untying the back of your corset with haste.
You couldn’t speak, the corset was poking into your ribs all night and now you could breathe.
His hands pulled it off of you, revealing your unclothed breasts slowly. His eyes widened, “You’re not wearing anything under?”
You shook your head, “it would’ve made it too tight.”
His lips found your neck, planting a soft kiss from behind as a test. One word of this and the king would have his head planted on the wall like a deer. But you didn’t complain, in fact, you lifted your head up so he could have more room.
He continued to plant soft kisses on the side of your neck, snaking his hands to your front to grab your breasts that he previously revealed. “Tell me when to stop,” he mumbles, his kisses starting to get sloppy. “Please.”
You nodded, feeling his heat pressed up against you. His fingers pinched your nipples, twisting them to the sides. Your head falls back, landing on his shoulder while he continues. His kisses were soft no more, replaced with a hunger only you can satisfy.
His hands let you go, finding the fabric that stopped at your hips and pulling it towards the floor. Your dress, a simple red one that took you almost an hour to put on, was off of you in a minute, leaving you completely naked in his room.
“If the king were to find us—“ you started, turning towards him and covering whatever you could with your hands.
“He won’t, you know he won’t.” And he was right, you weren’t even an afterthought in Taeyang’s head. You were a nobody pretending to be a queen.
He guides you to the bed, adjusting his pillows before laying you down so you can be comfortable. He sits at the foot, between your legs. Your knees were pushed together, stopping him from a view of your most intimate area.
“Is this okay?” He asks, bringing his hands to the joints and pressing them apart slightly.
You nodded shyly, separating them for him so he could see. This was bad, if anyone caught word of you two being in here, you’d both be dead. You might as well have been, you willingly let him touch you when you know you shouldn’t have.
But when he leans forward, bringing his mouth to the opening and plants a soft kiss, you knew you were done for.
Your pelvis lifts when he pulls away. You watch his face shift back into the smirk from earlier. Jake changes his position, moving to lay on his stomach, close to where you needed him. “You want this?”
“If I didn’t, I’d have your head,” you groaned “Please,” you begged, poking his sides with the soles of your feet.
He came closer, licking a short stripe up your core. He looked at you while he did it, watching your eyes close and a steady breath leave your nose. He licked another and another, bringing his face so close to you that you were sure he was going to be covered.
His nose bumped your clit, his tongue so deep inside of you, and you could do nothing but arch your back and moan at the sensations he gives you.
“I love this pussy,” he mumbled against you to no one in particular. “Can’t believe the king doesn’t want a taste.” His legs are moving against the bed, trying to get him closer than he already is.
“Jake—“ you moan out, hand gripping his hair as if it would help. He continues, tongue fucking you as if he knew you needed it. “Jake, I’m close,” you moaned, using your hand that was in his hair to move him where you needed him. He turned his head to go deeper, bringing his finger to replace his nose as your clit. He rubbed fast circles all while putting his tongue to work.
You came on his tongue soon after, breathless and dizzy like he had just taken something so sacred from you.
He grins and props himself up by his elbows, the lower half of his face covered in your liquids.
You looked at him, a look that you weren’t sure what was going to happen next. He could tell everyone their queen is a whore, he could tell your husband that you let him eat you out. Your heart beat fast, you shouldn’t be doing this, you should be at the party with Theo.
Jake’s position changed while you were thinking, moving to his knees. He had taken off his shirt while you weren’t paying attention, his pants pulled to his knees. “You still wanna go?” He leaned over you. It was now you realized how much bigger he was than you, towering over with one hand placed by your head. The other, on his dick, giving it a few pumps before aligning it with your entrance.
You moaned when he pushed it in, his mouth back on your neck to lick and bite. His hips shift slowly at first, like he wasn’t ready for something so good. When started to moan more, he increased his pace, knees digging into the bed for a better grip.
“Yeah? You like that?” He mumbled against your skin. “You like being fucked while your husband is downstairs?” You moaned, feeling him hit the spot that made your toes clench. He continued, wrapping his arm around your head to help him hit a better angle. “Who knew the queen was a whore.”
“Jake— fuck—“ You tried to disprove his claim, but you couldn’t. He was inside of you, splitting you open after making you come on his tongue.
“I’m gonna fucking cum in you,” he mumbles, “gonna put a baby into this pussy. Make the king wonder what his wife has been doing.” His other hand fumbled between your bodies, drawing lazy circles on your sensitive clit. Your back arched, your toes stayed clenched, your mouth open. All of your senses were fading and fast, the only thing that was important was him fucking you senseless until he couldn’t take it anymore.
He came in you like he said he would, slowing his pace while he rides out his high. You, on the other hand, felt like you were done five minutes ago. Your body felt heavy, the weight in your actions falling onto you slowly while you stare at the peeling paint on the ceiling.
Jake brings you in for a kiss, a deep one that had you clenching around him as if nothing just happened. “All for you, my queen,” his words muffled against your lips, “this is all for you.”
Summary 𑣲⋆- Your d1 yearner ex boyfriend Riki is absolutely shameless and will embarrass himself just to get you back, will it work? [ft. all of enha + stella from h2h and minji from njz!]
Content 𑣲⋆ - 19 ss | downbad!riki, suggestive jokes/language, delusion (ofc on riki’s part), swearing, insulting, lil angst, crack
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Summary ➼ your self-care night is cut short when your drunk boyfriend decides to call you from a bar floor at 11:48PM
Word Count ➼ 2.5k
Contains ➼ fluff, established relationship, swearing, kissing, pet names
Ni-ki never called, he always texted, so when his name lit up your screen at 11:48PM you already knew something was off.
You, however, keep your eyes on the movie playing in front of you and choose to extend your arm carefully towards the noise of the device, blindly tapping your hand on the surface of your drawer until you eventually feel the touch of your phone.
Five seconds prior to this interruption was supposed to be your "self-care" night. Time all to yourself to finally watch the film "Uptown Girls" that has been on your watchlist for months, and an excuse to use the facemask that you bought for twenty dollars because you convinced yourself the "cutting-edge" formula would get rid of the beautiful pimple on the center of your forehead.
Your instinct is to mute the call so you won't have to pause the movie, but the sound of the ringtone you chose for Ni-Ki, Michael Jackson's "Beat It", signifies that it is in fact your boyfriend calling and not a random spam, so you resist the urge to press the ignore button and swipe to answer, already confused — last you heard he was out with Jungwon and Jake, and Ni-ki didn't call, he texted, so why—
"Y/NNNNNN, how's my baby? I miss you soooooo much!" Ni-Ki screams into the phone.
"Hey Riki, is everything alright?"
You can tell he must be at a bar from the large amount of background noise on the call, and for a second you even think you hear the sound of Jake's voice yelling 'SIMP' on the other end, but Ni-Ki's voice is just too loud to fully confirm.
"Are you drunk right now?" You say while abandoning the mountain of blankets you were lying in, shifting your once comfortable body to sit up against the headboard of your bed.
"What! No! I mean me and Jakey over here had a couple drinks but we're totally chilling—" "Don't call me that—" Jake's voice cuts through distantly in the background. "—I mean look, I can walk in a straight line, just watch!"
"Riki, I can't see you because-"
Your voice is interrupted by the sound of the phone dropping on the other line. You sigh in annoyance and lift your legs to the side of your mattress, instinctively preparing yourself to get out of bed for the first time this evening.
"Y/N, can you hear me?" A new voice, who you assume to be Jungwon based on the soft tone, suddenly emerges.
"Yeah, is everything okay? Was Riki actually unable to walk in a straight line or did the phone just disconnect?" You say, a little more relaxed now that you know someone responsible is there, because knowing Jake he was most likely just as drunk as Riki was.
"Based on the fact that he's sprawled out on the floor right now… I would assume he could not walk in a straight line." Jungwon says with a heavy sense of secondhand embarrassment in his voice.
"HEYYYY, who are you on the phone with?" screams Ni-Ki, still sprawled onto the floor with his hands behind his head, looking way too comfortable for someone lying on a sticky bar floor.
Jungwon turns his head, removing the phone from his ear, and putting a finger to his lips to shush him with the practiced patience of someone who has done this exact thing many times before. Ni-Ki just smiles back and raises his pinky finger over his lips, shushing the air in front of him in a fit of giggles.
"Yeah so everything is fine, but your boyfriend is currently sprawled out on the floor acting like a complete menace and Jake just ran away." Jungwon says while running his hands through his hair. He knows what he is getting into when he agrees to be the designated driver, but nothing could have prepared him for it to be this bad.
"I'm gonna assume this means you want me to pick up Riki while you search for Jake?" you say, already getting up from your bed and remotely starting your car so you won't have to hear Ni-Ki complain about how freezing it is — your boyfriend has such a large hoodie collection for a reason.
While hopping out of bed you manage to get a quick glance at your mirror and immediately notice you are still wearing the very unattractive facemask that makes you look like a background villain in a low-budget horror film, and the ugly pajamas that mostly consist of Ni-ki's old oversized clothes.
"Uhhhh, Jungwon, are you still there?" You ask while staring at your reflection and wincing at the embarrassing thought of walking into a bar full of strangers, looking just as unhinged as your boyfriend probably looked right now.
"Yeah, sorry. That would actually be amazing if you could because I still cannot find Jake and I'm assuming he went to the nearest Seven Eleven to get ramyeon since he always does that when he's drunk."
"Ok, well I'm gonna need two minutes, but then I'll be on the way. Please tell Ni-Ki to sit somewhere and stay put until I get there. God knows if he finds out Jake went to Seven Eleven his fatass will immediately follow."
Jungwon snorts. "Don't worry, I'll send you the address."
And just like that, your self-care night is over before the facemask even has time to dry.
Ni-Ki currently has his arms wrapped around your neck as he leans his head into your chest, his mouth wide open and eyes closed like he misinterpreted your chest for a pillow, all while you attempt to drag his much larger body to your apartment door. Thankfully, you assumed this would not be a simple ordeal so you parked in the closest parking spot to the building, but with Ni-ki's dead weight practically dragging you both to the ground, even twenty feet feels like a marathon.
"Riki you need to stop leaning all your body weight on me or else we're both gonna eat shit!" You exclaim while gritting your teeth, face scrunched in the way it did that one time you were dragged to the gym and attempted to bench press. Safe to say it was worthwhile for moments like these.
Ni-Ki lifts his head from your chest, blonde locks looking like Sid Vicious personally styled his hair, and looks at you with an expression of pure disgust. "Ew, baby don't say that, I would never eat shit, that's disgusting." His misinterpretation alone is enough to bring him to full standing, arms still wrapped around you, both of you now looking like you were about to slow dance at prom.
You blush from the sudden proximity, face now inches apart, and look down in slight embarrassment. "Do you actually think I meant eating literal shit? It's an expression for falling over, you dumbass." You look up again at your now smiling boyfriend, eyes naturally gravitating towards his duck-like lips. "You of all people should know that."
He notices your stare on his lips, so he tips his finger below your chin and slightly lifts your face back to his eyes. "Yeah but I'm a dumbass you wanna kiss sooo bad right now." He says with a smirk.
You immediately push back, now released from his tight hold. "Yeah right, you're way too drunk for me to kiss right now."
"Aw, come on, baby, don't do me like that! Just one little peck on the lips!" He exclaims while pointing to his lips and slightly slouching now that he doesn't have your body to support his balance.
You turn, arms crossed over your chest like you're reprimanding a child. "No way. You're not getting a single kiss until you make it back to my apartment, and that means without using me as your personal walking cane." You state in a stern tone.
"Ughhhh fine, but you better be telling the truth." He says in defeat, following behind you with the expression of a kid who just dropped their ice cream.
Once you reach the door, you place your hand in your pocket and begin searching for your keys, all while Ni-Ki groans in complaint as he trudges up the final steps of your annoyingly long staircase. Your fingers eventually find the familiar shape of your Hello Kitty keychain and you pull them out, moving to fit the key into the lock.
However, your hand freezes halfway to the doorknob when you feel two arms wrap around you from behind, engulfing you in a sudden warmth.
Ni-Ki places his chin on your left shoulder, mouth so close to your ear you feel a tingle from his breath. "You know… you did say I would get that kiss once we made it to your apartment, and it looks like we've reached our destination." He whispers, breath hot on your skin.
You feel your skin prickle from his hot breath, the thought of kissing him becoming more irresistible the closer his touch becomes. You turn the key, the apartment now free to enter, but your hand stills on the doorknob while you let a heavy breath out. "Riki, you are too drunk right now, you need to sleep."
Ni-Ki lets out an amused chuckle, moving his face closer into the nape of your neck and pressing a soft kiss just below your ear. "Mhm," he murmurs against your skin, lips trailing down slowly, "you say that—" another kiss, this time to the side of your neck, "—but the door is still closed."
You lean your head back, giving him more access to your neck, and close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the pleasure of his lips on your skin. You feel him smile at your defeat as he takes your face into his hand, bringing your faces nose to nose, until you eventually feel his lips on yours. The kiss begins slow, as if he is testing the waters of your previous resistance, but as soon as he realizes you have no intention of stopping him, the hand on your jaw pulls you closer, the kiss deepening in a way that makes you forget entirely that you were ever trying to resist in the first place.
The movements connecting your lips increase in speed, and somewhere in between the growing fire between your lips, his tongue slips past yours — and immediately your tastebuds are met with the unmistakable taste of whatever alcohol he'd been drinking all night. You pull back, nose scrunched. "Eugh, babe you have to stop, your mouth tastes like a mix of acid reflux and whiskey."
Ni-ki just smiles, swollen lips on display, and steps forward, huffing in a large breath of air before exhaling it directly onto your face.
"RIKI!" you scream, running into the apartment and pulling your shirt sleeve over your nose as some sort of protective mask against the horrid smell he blew at you. He, however, finds your reaction hilarious and chases after you, having an unfair advantage considering he is wearing Nike sneakers and has the long legs to match, quickly closing the gap between you despite your head start.
He wraps his arms around your torso and leans his bodyweight into your back, causing you both to fall onto the couch you happened to be running by. Your face hits the decorative pillow and you're enveloped in the familiar weight of him on top of you.
"You can't get away from me that easily, babe." Riki murmurs in your ear with a tone of confidence, now that he knows you have no way of escaping his grasp.
"Mmph, cah you at leasth let me turhn over, 'm losin' the ability to breathe." You speak into the pillow, words sounding distorted from your lack of air.
"Only if you promise to kiss me." Riki says sternly.
"UGHH FINE." You begrudgingly yell into the pillow. "MM AM ABOOT TO LOZE OXYGENN HERE CAH YOU-"
Before you can finish your sentence, Ni-Ki grabs your arms in a gentle grasp and swiftly flips you over, your back now pressed against the couch and head gently atop the pillow.
"Hey baby." He says with a smug smile on his face.
"Don't 'hey baby' me, you almost suffocated me just now!" You exclaim with a pout, avoiding eye contact so you are less tempted to let him get his way with a kiss.
"Hey, don't turn away from me, I wanna see your pretty face." He says while turning your head upright, thumb resting gently on your jaw, eyes searching yours with an expression that makes it very hard to stay mad at him.
Instead of making another snarky remark, you let yourself stare into his eyes, cheeks reddening from the sudden proximity.
"Don't get shy on me now, baby." He says with a smirk. You let out a scoff, attempting to mask your embarrassment at the flustered state he has put you in. "You still owe me a kiss."
Ni-Ki leans in, blonde hair slightly covering his eyes as he closes the distance between your lips. His hand goes to the side of your cheek, pulling you further into him to deepen the kiss. This one feels more sensual than the one at the door, as if you were both trying to bask in each other's touch and savour this personal moment. His breath still carries the taste of whiskey, but you decide to ignore it this time, moving your lips along with his, your hand finding its way into his hair as your bodies settle into each other.
After some time, Ni-Ki's kisses get sloppy and his body feels heavier against your chest. "Mhm, baby, are you getting sleepy?" You murmur as you break away from the kiss, your hand still running through his hair.
Ni-Ki lowers his head in between your breasts, letting out a soft breath and tightening his hold around your torso. "Mhm." You can feel the flutter of his eyelashes against the fabric of your shirt, moving up and down as if he is battling the urge to close his eyes and sleep. You smile down at him, finding it sweet that he wants to stay awake with you despite his body saying otherwise.
"We can just sleep here alright?" You say, rubbing circles on his back.
"But I wanted to stay up and talk to you."
"I know but I think sober you in the morning will deeply regret that choice, so just go to sleep. I'll be here in the morning to listen to you talk about your night, okay?"
"Hmmm, okay."
"Good, now go to sleep. I love you."
"I love you more."
Before even thinking of responding, you hear his breathing pattern slow and you can tell he has passed out on your chest. Not ready to sleep just yet, you carefully reach your arm out and grab the remote to the television in front of you, putting on Uptown Girls, now finishing what was supposed to be a self-care movie night with your drunk boyfriend fast asleep on your chest instead. Not that you would have it any other way.
AN: AHHHH thank you for reading my first oneshot on tumblr!! I grew up writing fanfics but it has been a while since i've written, so lmk what you think! I got the idea for writing this from the fancall clip of Ni-Ki saying his drink of choice is whiskey, so this is how I imagined him drunk. Thank you for reading!
in which martin looks exactly like the boy of your dreams that you made in tomodachi life. oh—and social media (as well as your friends) love watching this unfold!
pairing: influencer!martin x gn!non-idol!reader ; genre: smau oneshot, fluff, crack…, strangers -> friends ? -> lovers, short n sweet n cute !! ; warnings: swearing, incorrect timestamps, reader likes seals and mamegoma, humor of a teenage girl., they’re both silly and a little stupid c:
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PAIRING: taekwondo instructor!jungwon x ballet instructor!fem!reader
REQUEST: driven by slight jealousy after seeing you and jay laughing with each other at the staff party the night before, jungwon decides to purposefully book the dance studio at the same time as your class just to piss you off. however, it is only then when he realises how shitty he’s been treating you.
ㅤ⤷ FEATURING: jay, ni-ki, heeseung and sunghoon of enhypen, eunchae of le sserafim ♡
ㅤ⤷ requested by @pbananalover
WORD COUNT: 4 tweets / 3,556 words / 3 tweets
WARNINGS: comedic/angst with a fluffy ending, non idol au, mentions of alcohol, kissing, profanity, jungwon and reader teach in an elementary school, im probably forgetting something i apologise . . .
AUTHOR’S NOTE: FOR MY LOO LOOOOO<33 ( @pbananalover ) i may have added familiar names ooooooo - im sorry for disappearing again!! exam season is on my NECK but i will try and upload once every two weeks until june ends<3 then we will be BACK to CONSISTENCY. i forgot to make eunchae's account private so just ignore that... also just a reminder that requests are closed!! they wont be open until my exams ends, im sorry :(( enjoy!!
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CHERRY BLOSSOMS were now in bloom, the petals dancing at your feet as you scanned your ID at the school’s front gate, swiftly making your way inside—you were late, though mishaps like this rarely happened. If you hadn’t attended that work party at the bar last night, the cerebrum inside your brain wouldn’t be throbbing at the mere appearance of a light bulb; you took painkillers before clocking in, of course. And, you didn’t regret the night entirely… The party was for a lot of the younger staff working at Decelis Elementary, organised by your beloved friend, Eunchae, who taught second grade. She only had a few glasses of wine—you, on the other hand, didn’t actually have a class of your own to look after. Your only job was to teach ballet to your little club—it meant you could drink as much as you want without any real repercussions. For example, Eunchae had shoved Jay, the music teacher, your way after you drunkenly noted how handsome he looked with his hair slicked back.
Plus, you were mad at your current… Situationship? Could you even call it that if you’ve hooked up on several occasions? It only meant killing two birds with one stone. He had been at the party, after all.
You couldn’t remember much… only bursting into a fit of giggles every time Jay made a joke; and that he drove you home while also leaving a glass of water and those painkillers on your bedside table, like a gentleman.
Regardless, as much as you adored this job, the people you worked with, the kids you looked after—it was only a way to cover your rent while you were flooded with assignments from university. It paid surprisingly well seeing as, realistically, you were more of a Club Leader rather than an actual teacher. Still, the headmistress had your pay increased after your young ballerinas managed to win second place at the annual Youth Grand Prix Korea—you had never been prouder of your class.
Which was why you didn’t see yourself leaving this place anytime soon. Even if some people (who we dare not mention right now) liked being ‘difficult.’
Entering the girls’ changing rooms, you locked yourself in the small staff room before greeting any of your students, stripping yourself of your clothes and slipping into your white leotard like you weren’t already ten minutes late. You could hear the kids gossiping and whatnot, something about K-Pop Demon Hunters? With a smile, your toes found the crevices of your pointe shoes before entering the communal area, already seeing most of your class waiting for you—the seven boys that you also taught were likely in the dance studio already since they obviously couldn’t come in here. Clapping your hands five times, the girls immediately followed your lead as everyone made their way to the practice room.
“Miss, could we choreograph a routine to Golden today?” One of your older girls from grade five, Lexi, asked as she fell in step with you, enthusiasm grasping her smile as she nudged her friend. “It’s our favourite song from the movie… I saw a few videos on YouTube where they do this classical style—”
“What about Soda Pop?” Nari, from Eunchae’s class, interrupted, a small pout finding her expression as she held onto your hand, skipping alongside you. She tended to be one of your least confident ballerinas, only talking when she absolutely wanted to—yet, she had so much talent beaming within her. “That’s my favourite song, like, ever.”
“Well, I adore both songs,” you chuckled at your students, pushing the big doors for them as you tried to continue. “But—”
“Soda Pop’s like… so overrated, Nari,” Lexi retorted, causing the younger to gasp at such a statement, her jaw falling all the way open.
“N-No, it isn’t! It’s just a popular song!” she defended, now frowning as you sighed to yourself, making sure all of them were still with you before entering the studio.
“Okay, so… overrated?” Lexi repeated—and, now, Nari was whining.
“Come on, ladies,” you interjected, giving the two a pointed look, the pair settling down at once before you granted them a smile. “I always adore your dedication when it comes to this club. However, because I arrived late, which I apologise for by the way, we will only have time for one—we can do Soda Pop next week. Will that be okay, Nari?” You turned towards the second grader, who messed with the fabric of her leggings as she complied—by huffing dramatically.
“Okay, fine.” Smile widening with gratitude after hearing her response, you the rest of your class at the centre of the room, who all seemed to be sighing in relief?
“Oh my God, Miss,” Nathan began, pinching the bridge of his nose like an old man as you raised an eyebrow, observing your students line up like they usually did, the mirrors showcasing everyone’s multicoloured leotards. It was funny, the way Nathan was expressing himself right now—he was eleven years old… “Yujun said that you were late because you got run over!”
“Okay—woah,” you paused, looking at Yujun expectantly, who smiled sheepishly. Adorable, but a bit of an oddball. Very amusing to talk to, nonetheless.
“My dad says that cars from Nissan aren’t good cars… and, you have one… so, um… I—”
“Jumped to conclusions like you normally do?” Lexi finished his sentence, shaking her head like a disappointed mother. “Miss Y/L/N is a great driver, actually.”
“I wasn’t trying to hint otherwise, Miss!” Yujun was quick to reprimand himself as you stifled a giggle, watching the interactions between your students unfold. “I’m just saying… that’s what my dad said,” he glanced at Lexi, and you hurried to speak so the conversation wouldn’t escalate.
“I’m perfectly fine, Yujun. Just lost track of time,” you smiled, making the boy feel a lot more better as you addressed the rest of your group, tying your hair back into a low bun. “Okay, everyone, let’s start with a little warm up!” Your announcement had everyone already preparing as you stood on your toes with your pointes, stretching your arms. “Follow my lead—” However, before you could even begin, the doors to the studio burst open, catching everyone off guard: and you saw the last person you wanted to see.
“Right, everyone, go gather in the centre,” Yang fucking Jungwon stated carelessly as you set yourself back on your heels, eyebrows furrowing with confusion, his kids already mingling with yours.
“Aniqa!” Lexi gasped as she latched onto her best friend, who hugged her in return with a glee you felt whenever you were in the same vicinity as Eunchae. “You’re with us today?”
“Yeah! Sports hall’s closed,” Aniqa frowned, you contemplating the interaction with more blundered astoundment before your eyes moved to Jungwon, who had leaned rolled up taekwondo mats against your mirrors. He hadn’t said anything to you yet, his own eyes drifting to his reflection, corners of his mouth curving while he gauged your reaction.
Mr Yang. Public enemy number one—you had decided that on your first day of holding this ballet club. A very skilled taekwondo practitioner, sure. Still, his attitude towards you was just appalling. Even if he was just teasing you, as Eunchae tended to put it, it was still fucking annoying.
“Your shoulders look very tense.”
“…You aren’t very flexible, are you?”
“You have something on your face—ooooh… just a pimple.”
And, so on…
Genuinely, was he five years old? One day, his petty comments got to you, so much so that you ended up dragging him into the staffroom during one of your shared breaks.
“Like, what have I done to you, Yang? Seriously!” You ranted, eyebrows crinkled in irritation, a scowl curated perfectly by Jungwon himself as he simply stood in front of you, admiring the way you screamed at him—hands on your hips at all. “You’re actually up your own ass—you’ve been on mine the entire time I’ve been here! Are you that obsessed with me?”
“Well—” You interrupted.
“I mean, you don’t see me critiquing how you teach taekwondo because, hello, I don’t teach it!” your voice practically echoed off the walls as you clapped your hands to match the syllables in your words, attempting to emphasise your point. Nevertheless, the attempt had only amused Jungwon further. “You don’t know shit about ballet, you’re basically a jock—”
“Mhm…” He hummed, nibbling his bottom lip as you continued your rambling, all the while he stepped closer.
“And, oh my God, you’re just such a child! How did you even get this job, huh? You’re literally the most unprofessional person I’ve ever fucking met—” you were pointing your index finger at him now, jabbing his chest, trying (and failing) not to get so hot and bothered by his antics. “—and, I know everyone at this school feels the same way—”
“You’re delusional,” Jungwon interjected, hands behind his back, cat eyes twinkling, the smuggest of smirks placating his soft countenance as if you weren’t ready to scorch him alive. Stumbling on your words, you could only scoff, shoving his chest, albeit lightly, before going on.
“I should’ve reported you to H.R. ages ago,” you tutted, huffing before making the effort to maneuver past him. “Matter of fact, I’m going to go to their office right now and—!”
“Are you done?” sighed Jungwon, shoulders relaxed as your mouth fell open at the question, just about done with his aim of being charming.
“No—!” Yet, all of a sudden, his hands were on your hips instead, hauling you against his chest like you were nothing, cutting off your astounded gasp by latching his lips onto yours, your complaints now blurring into the background. Your eyes fluttered closed in a hurry, your hands turning into fists, throwing feeble punches at his clothed upper torso… But then, one of his large hands cupped your cheek, coaxing you to kiss back, the other hand rubbing circles against your hip bone—abruptly, your fists relaxed, opening flat against his clothed breasts, snaking upwards, arms hanging around his neck. What the hell were you doing? Unexpectedly, it was like he had put you under a spell with this… unforeseen action, little mewls sticking to his bottom lip while his tongue probed the seam of your mouth. Naturally, it parted, an indiscreet moan leaving the cusps of your jaw, feeling his tongue tangled with yours. A low whine of his own tickled your skin, tugging at his soft strands from behind, his bangs brushing your forehead, noses wedging into each other—how messy you were both being. Gasping for air.
Until the school bell rang.
Jumping in surprise, you ended up biting Jungwon’s lip, hearing his groan laced with pain as you forced yourself to pull away, throwing your hand over your mouth. Understandably, he cursed under his breath, and you were quick to apologise, peering at the tiny spot of blood that spilled from his skin.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, not before your frontal lobe substantially developed, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you locked eyes with Jungwon.
“It’s okay, I’m—Ow!” You shoved him away once again, wincing at the apparent smudged lip gloss painted below your mouth as you felt your lipline, glaring at the man before you with nothing except… Confusion. Because, hello…?
“Jungwon—what the fuck was that?!” Your second exclamation had him reeling (metaphorically), unable to hold back his grin as he wiped the blood away with a singular swipe of his thumb, students beginning to emerge from their classrooms outside the staff area. “Who just does that? Oh my God—”
“…It was my confession.”
That was a month ago. Ever since then, in private, the only thing you guys did was make out—never anything more. He’d publicly piss you off, you would lose your shit and basically drag him by the ear, and when no one else was around? He’d pounce on you like a lion, pulling your hair, burning marks onto your neck, leaving you a mewling mess.
It was just confusing. Jungwon had said, after all, that the first kiss was a confession. And yet, he hadn’t asked you out. Hadn’t bought you flowers. Hadn’t stopped the constant taunting he did for no reason at all—he only gave you messy kisses. Why? What was the point if he wasn’t going to bother with a label? It made you realise that… this was just a situationship. Everyone’s least favourite word when it came to the people they liked. Did you even like him? It wasn’t as if you knew him very well (other than the fact that he taught taekwondo, of course). You could just be lost. You might only like the kissing and nothing else. Even then, you doubted yourself—because he was insanely good looking. Black, short hair; wispy bangs covering his forehead; brown, cat-like eyes lazily dragging over your face every time you picked a fight with him. The button of his nose slightly curved down towards his long (in width), heart-shaped lips, pinched with pink. Even if your favourite elderly receptionist tended to say that Jungwon had a baby face, his jawline was almost as sharp as a katana, his shoulders amazingly broad after years of practicing taekwondo… Do we need to get started on the rest of his body, too?
Though, just because he was easy on the eyes, doesn’t mean you actually had feelings for him. It was why you were mad at him the night before: he was being so appalling. Playing with your emotions in a way… It’s how you saw it.
And, you were stubborn in that sense. Even if Eunchae tried to say that maybe that wasn’t his intention (your friend always tried to see the light in people), you honestly had the right to be annoyed. It wasn’t that hard to ask you out on a date.
“Sorry, what?” You asked Aniqa, stunned by this information before turning towards Jungwon, crossing your arms as you approached him. “Hello? What?”
“Good afternoon to you too, Miss Y/L/N,” Jungwon retorted casually, pretending like you weren’t internally losing your mind right now. “Aniqa’s right. Sports hall’s closed.”
“That doesn’t mean you can practice in here, dipshit,” you whispered in a hiss, obviously ensuring that your shared pupils weren’t listening, looking more like a kitten in Jungwon’s eyes as you sized him up. Slowly, he turned around, your eyes tied to his expression. “This is a dance studio which isn’t suitable for freaking taekwondo—”
“All we need are the mats,” Jungwon smiled, conveying his pearly whites. Yet again, you were stumbling on your sentences, the words dying in your throat—and he went on. “We’ll just split your ‘studio’ in half—”
“It’s not big enough for both of our classes, Jungwon!” Your voice barged in, eyebrows furrowing deeper as frustration painted your irises. He could see it all.
“Not my problem,” was all he replied with, simply shrugging—you were so close to exploding.
“You can’t just—you could’ve at least let me know beforehand, you know? I would’ve scheduled my class for another time!” Your arms fell to your sides in exasperation. And, what was he doing? Nodding. Looking smug. Once again.
“I don’t know. You didn’t think to let me know about your feelings for Jay.” You froze in disbelief, eyes widening at the assumption he’d created. “So, I think we’re even here.”
“No, no, we’re not even,” you responded, not understanding where he got the gall from. “You saw us last night?”
“Everyone fucking saw you both—”
“Good,” you spat, quickly regaining your composure as you glanced at the children one more time—thank goodness they were easy to distract. Anyhow, Jungwon appeared to be taken aback, witnessing you meet his gaze again as you prodded his chest with your finger. “Considering you haven’t even bothered to ask me out for something as simple as coffee after literally covering my neck in love bites the other week—”
“Okay…—” He lowered his voice, eyes slightly downcast.
“—Maybe I should take his offer involving dinner at that new restaurant downtown, yeah?”
“Well, no,” Jungwon mumbled, lips forming a frown as you smiled. He looked like he was pouting… Adorable.
“Yeah? Okay,” you ignored him, whirling around to face your class. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Defeated, the taekwondo instructor watched you walk away, rounding up your kids as you kindly told his to move to the other side of the room. They listened, of course—despite how you get all nitpicky with him, the children here see you as an angel in human form. You were nothing but lovely to all of them.
“Huh…” he murmured to himself, scratching his head, compelling himself to peel his eyes away from you before finding his own students. For the first time in Yang Jungwon’s life, he actually got where you were coming from.
AS THE SUN began to set, you were now in regular clothing (a generic grey tee and baggy jeans), bag slinging off your shoulders as you headed towards the bus stop by the school. You were in the carpark after waving Eunchae off, who had offered you a ride home, yet you yearned for alone time. The bus was perfect for that, your hands reaching into your back jean pocket for your earbuds until…
“Hi.”
“Oh my—” You almost screamed, flinching at the startling voice, hearing a quiet giggle during the process of pivoting to face him. “Leave me alone…” You uttered, vocals dripping with exhaustion, already beginning to rotate. However, his fingers fastened themselves around your wrist, gently bringing you closer—his eyes, always twinkling with levity one way or another, were now dimmed with a particular vulnerability, one you hadn’t seen before. It was something that caused you to halt, pupils dilating within your irises.
“Let me take you home,” he stated, not even asking, his fingers moving down so they could clasp your hand instead. You glanced at the way both of your fingers seemed to dance on their own, intertwining like it was something they were used to. Like it was familiar.
“No,” you sighed. “I’m tired.”
“All the more reason why I should drop you off,” Jungwon countered, his thumb grazing the flexion creases upon your palm. His lips were parted, no longer giggling. He was… serious.
“Jungwon. I’m tired of you,” you put it bluntly, watching the way his browbones lifted, skeletal muscles above them constricting in such an adorably, befuddled way. How was this the same man that liked biting your pulse point?
“Ouch,” he chuckled, feeling awkward. You weren’t laughing. “Okay. I’m sorry.”
“For what, exactly?” An eyebrow of your own elevated in answer. Jungwon swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing uncomfortably in his throat. Wow, you thought, analysing him closely. He was really affected by this.
“A lot of things,” he nodded. “Everything, actually. I didn’t make my intentions clear in the first place. I made it look like I’ve been using you, but that really wasn’t my purpose,” Jungwon continued to emphasise, and you listened to every word, the lines in your forehead now starting to soften. “I do like you. I piss you off on purpose because of my feelings for you. I like the way your nose scrunches up every time I do something to irritate you. I like the way you smile when you think no one else is looking. I like that you spin around in excitement whenever your favourite song comes on… I could go on forever,” he smiled, his other hand—in hesitation—reaching for your face, thumb skimming across your rosy skin. As you leaned into his touch, he caressed you properly, his whole palm tucking itself against the crevice of your jaw.
“I get that, Jungwon, but…” your voice trailed off, unsure if you should voice your fears. You met his gaze—he looked so understanding. So, you carried on. “We don’t actually… know each other very well. Other than the basics, I mean. What if you get to know the real me and… you don’t like what you see?” It was a question you couldn’t help but ask.
“That’s not going to happen.” You scoffed at his reply.
“Yeah, well you don’t know that—”
“We both don’t, baby,” Jungwon smiled softly, adoring how defensive you got. With his gentle tone, you couldn’t help but let your guard down, looking away. “But, I’d be honoured if you gave me the chance to see the real you.” You were quiet, feeling him tilt your head up, his eyes linked to yours. “I meant what I said. I like you… you’ve honestly bewitched me.”
“…Body and soul?” You quoted with a teasing voice, a small smile clinging to your glossed lips as Jungwon grinned.
“Pride and Prejudice. Your favourite, right?” Your gaze widened.
“How the fuck do you know that—?”
“I have my sources,” he shrugged, hand dropping to the back of your neck. “Let me take you out tomorrow. To that one Italian restaurant near your campus.”
“Trattoria Toscana?!” You exclaimed, a full blown grin smacking itself upon your expression as he led you to his car, hand swinging yours. “Oh my God, has Eunchae been tattling on me?”
“Oh, for sure,” Jungwon replied, his looks matching your own—not willing to admit that he stalks your Twitter account on a daily basis…
