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Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Synopsis: You get stuck in the snow with your best friend Yeosang. Forced to leave the van behind, you both walk back, figuring out your feelings on the way.
Wordcount: 1.0K+
Note: If you're allergic to cuteness, please look away. But Yeosang was serving with that red hair, and I couldn't resist.
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Yeosang rests his arm on the rolled-down window of the car, a soft smile playing on his lips as if everything is perfectly fine despite the situation.
Maybe the car is alright. Maybe you'll both be back to the ATEEZ dorms and out of the biting cold soon.
But then he turns to you and says, “We gotta walk.” He tilts his head slightly, watching as you stare out over the dashboard at the blanket of snow covering the roads. His laughter is sweet and smooth, a comforting melody amidst the winter chaos. “Come on, love.”
You oblige, stepping out of the car and immediately wrapping your arms around yourself to fend off the biting cold. The snowflakes fall relentlessly, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. Each step crunches the snow beneath your shoes, the sound quaint against the stillness of the world.
Even though this evening seems like a stroke of bad luck, the world around you is undeniably beautiful. The snow-laden trees, the serene silence—it all contributes to a picturesque setting. And then, of course, there’s Yeosang. He looks particularly striking with his slightly disheveled hair and flushed cheeks, touched by the cold air.
“Is the car going to be alright?” you ask as he joins you, concern lacing your tone.
“It’ll be fine,” he replies, although it isn’t entirely convincing. “Don’t worry.” His hands find their way into his jacket pockets as he gently nudges your shoulder, signaling for you to start walking. Accepting his reassurance, you decide to let go of your worry. After all, you adore the car because it’s an extension of him, always carrying his familiar scent and signaling his presence wherever he goes.
“I know you love that car,” he teases, a slight smirk on his lips, “maybe more than you love me.”
You chuckle, shaking your head. “Now that's something to think about.”
He smiles, his gaze softening as he looks at you. “I’ll sort it out tomorrow morning, when it’s light out. I promise I’ll let you know the moment it’s home.”
“You think I love you?” you ask, feigning surprise as you playfully nudge him, causing his sneakers to scratch against the snow-covered ground. He stumbles slightly, breaking into a soft laugh.
“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine,” he assures, stopping in the street. His laughter is a gentle melody, hanging in the crisp air between you. “Just don’t joke about things like that, okay?”
The way he’s looking at you makes words slip away, the moment stretching out as his gaze lingers on your lips. Is it really okay to be so captivated by a friend? You brush away the thought.
“But Yeosang, obviously I love you. You're my best friend.” He has that devoted puppy look, one you’ve grown so fond of and one that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. “You're the only person I'd want to be stuck in the snow with.”
His head nods, a grin stretching across his features as he starts walking again. “I know that, and I love you too.” His words send a flurry of emotions flooding through you, dizzying and heartwarming all at once. Hearing him confess his feelings is a different experience altogether.
“When you say it like that, though,” he continues.
You furrow your brows, trying to grasp his meaning.
“It’s confusing. It’s like you’re flirting with me.”
“Oh.” The streetlights begin flickering on, casting a soft glow that illuminates your surroundings. You fix your gaze on the snow-covered ground, unable to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
There is a comfortable silence as you walk side by side, but you can still feel his attention on you. Home suddenly seems miles away, an eternity from now.
“You don’t have to apologize. You just have to be… less you,” he says, his breath visible in the cold air. “It’s hard for any guy to concentrate around you, you know? They’re always hoping you might like them. And when it seems like you're flirting with me, it gives me all this hope that I don't know what to do with. Does that make sense?”
It doesn’t, not entirely. “Sure,” you lie, hoping to mask your confusion from him. But Yeosang knows you too well, his knowing smile making it clear he sees right through your charade.
“It doesn’t make sense to you, does it?” he asks, and this time you shake your head. No. His fingers brush over the back of his neck, a nervous habit he has whenever he’s gathering his thoughts.
Suddenly, he stops again, and you worry if you'll ever get home. You’ve barely moved away from the car as it is. “Yeosang, we have to keep walking. It’s freezing.”
Yet instead of moving, he steps closer, closing the distance between you. The warmth radiating from him is tangible, his coat much thicker and warmer than yours. You find yourself slightly envious of the inanimate object that gets to be near him all the time.
“I—” He hesitates, gathering courage. “I really like you. And I can’t believe it's taken a car breakdown in the snow to finally tell you, but it’s true. I like you, more than I've ever wanted anything.” His eyes hold yours, a depth of sincerity within them before he turns and starts walking again, leaving your mind reeling from his confession.
You stand frozen in place, absorbing his words. He likes you. You had always suspected, but brushed it off as mere imagination. His attentiveness, the way he understands you – perhaps it isn't just friendly after all.
“Aren't you coming?” His voice breaks through your thoughts. He stands amidst the falling snow, looking back with a mixture of hope and vulnerability that tugs at your heart. The snowflakes settle in his hair, delicate like a crown, and you notice the hint of apprehension in his expression.
He steals a glance down the street and then back at you, clearly wanting to leave before the night becomes unbearably cold. Yet you can’t let his admission linger awkwardly between you two.
“You want me?” you ask softly, the quiet snow absorbing your words. His gaze captures yours, a blend of green and brown that feels like home.
Yeosang exhales deeply, amused by your obvious question. “Well, yeah.”
“I didn’t know that. You could've mentioned it,” you tease lightly, watching him grin. The kind of grin that makes everything seem brighter, as if something significantly good has occurred. “What?” you ask as he steps closer, cutting through the small space separating you.
“It’s just… you. I can’t stop hoping I have a chance. You don’t even try, and here I am, smiling like a fool.”
For a moment, words elude you, but Yeosang reaches out, his fingertips lightly caressing your cheek. They are cold, shocking you slightly, yet it’s a feeling you never want to forget. This is a proximity you've never shared, yet it feels right, like something destined.
“But I don’t mind looking foolish, if it’s for you,” he whispers, leaning so your foreheads touch.
A warmth unfurls within you—a burning desire to kiss him, stronger than anything you’ve felt before. So you do, leaning in to close the gap. The kiss isn’t hurried; it’s gentle, exploratory, like unraveling a beautiful secret you've both held close to your hearts.
As Yeosang’s fingers hook under your jaw, drawing you deeper into the kiss, fear and nerves slip away, leaving only the exhilarating warmth of being lost in a moment you both desire.
I’m not doing so well, got a lot of bad news recently so I’m still reeling a bit, thanks for asking I really appreciate it.
Sending lots of love and support your way.
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Hi, my lovely Mamamoo anon! I've been doing okay, just been super busy this past year or so trying to get my life together and figure things out. Been on a rollercoaster ride of ups and downs for sure, but trying to take it one day at a time!
Oh noo, I hope everything turned out okay, I'm wishing you all the love and good vibes in the world genuinely. You deserve the best!
Also I know that you have a request in my inbox that I've recently seen, so I'm gonna get on that right away, I promise! I'll cook up something super cute just for you.
I adore you, please take care of yourself. Drink plenty of water and eat something when you can. I believe in you, you'll power through!
I actually adore you, my dear anon. Your crabs are such a welcoming thing to see on this app. I guess I should do some life updates! I recently graduates with a B.S. degree this past May so that's where I've been! The last few years have been very busy, figuring out life and who I am and how I fit into the puzzle pieces of the world took me away from writing for a bit but I'm trying to come back every so slowly! The crabs will always be one of my favorite features to the app though and you know I always adore talking to you.
How have you been? What have you been up to? Please give me some updates, I hope everything's been going well! One of these days, you're going to get a surprise back for all of these crabs when you least expect it 👀
OK SO LISTEN! I saw the new Seonghwa live and I remembered this specific tiktok. It's one where the girlfriend buys a very big and very expensive star war lego box for her boyfriend and it's not even a special date or anything, like the biggest one in the market I think? It's so wholesome, she is just so glad to make him happy and buy it for him, because he always wanted it and never bought himself because it's too expensive and he was the cutest reaction. So I was thinking, an reaction of Seonghwa in the same scenario? I'm gonna let the link in here, so you can see it!
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFT1CYx8/ (if the link doesn't work, you can just search "girlfriend buys boyfriend star was's legos, the creator's name is maddiehen02)
Hi lovely!!
Thank you so much for your request, I'm so sorry this is so late from when you originally sent it in. Life got really busy so it was hard to get stories out more than the occasional few hours of inspiration. The TikTok is actually so cute, oh my gosh, the hug at the end?? That joy was so contagious, you can't help but smile. I hope I did your request justice truly!
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Requested By: @acciocriativity
Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Synopsis: You decide to surprise your boyfriend with a gift he's always dreamed of.
Wordcount: 1.0K+
Note: This is just so wholesome and cute. I'm so sorry again for how long this took to get out, but I hope you enjoy it!
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The idea of surprising Seonghwa with something special had been on your mind for a while. He was always so loving and expressed it with the sweetest gestures, so you had been trying endlessly to figure out the perfect gift to show your appreciation for it. Seonghwa wasn't just your boyfriend, he was your best friend, your confidant, and your biggest supporter. You wanted to give him something that would show just how much he meant to you.
One chilly autumn evening, you were snuggled on the couch, idly scrolling through TikTok. A video popped up that instantly warmed your heart. It featured a girlfriend who had surprised her boyfriend with an extraordinarily large and expensive Star Wars LEGO set. The boyfriend’s reaction was priceless—filled with glee and child-like wonder. Your thoughts immediately turned to Seonghwa and his unabashed love for Star Wars and all things lego. He had mentioned wanting that particular LEGO set countless times but always decided against it because of his busy schedule.
An idea began to blossom in your mind. Over the months, you had noticed how his eyes would light up whenever he walked past a LEGO store or how he would spend hours browsing through online forums discussing the newest releases.
There was no question about it anymore: you had to get that LEGO set for him. It wasn't just about the gift itself; it was about celebrating who Seonghwa truly was. You couldn’t wait to see his face, to capture that moment when he would walk into the room and see the LEGO box waiting for him. You were determined to make this surprise one of the best moments of his life.
The next day, you set out on your mission. You had been diligently saving up for a gift to make sure that no matter what you got, it was the best one on the market. When you finally found it at a nearby toy store, you smiled, your heart swelling with anticipation at the thought of Seonghwa's reaction. You paid for it excitedly and hurried home to prepare the surprise.
As you quietly entered your apartment, lugging the massive box behind you, you noticed Seonghwa lounging on the couch, engrossed in a book. You carefully hid the box in your bedroom before calling out to him.
"Hey, love! How was your day?" you asked, trying to keep your excitement in check as you joined Seonghwa on the couch.
He looked up from his book, his eyes crinkling with that familiar, comforting warmth. "It was good, just the usual hustle at work. How about yours?"
You gave him a nonchalant shrug, hiding the bubbling anticipation beneath the surface. "Pretty good! Did some shopping, nothing special." You hoped your face didn't betray the secret you were hiding. Seonghwa, as perceptive as he was, didn't seem to pick up on anything unusual, thankfully.
As you both settled into your evening routine, the hours seemed to crawl by. Dinner had never gone by so slowly, and each moment felt like an eternity as you eagerly awaited the perfect time to reveal your surprise. After the dishes were cleared and the kitchen was tidied up, you suggested watching a movie.
"How about we watch one of the Star Wars films?" you proposed, a hint of playfulness in your voice.
Seonghwa’s eyes lit up instantly. "I would never say no to that. Which one do you have in mind?"
"How about Empire Strikes Back?" you suggested, knowing full well it was one of his favorites. As the iconic opening crawl began, you watched Seonghwa's face glow with excitement, and you excused yourself to 'grab a blanket.'
Rushing to the bedroom, you grabbed the massive LEGO set from its hiding spot and hauled it into the living room. The box was nearly as big as a coffee table, the image of the intricate Star Destroyer emblazoned on its side. You carefully positioned it near the couch, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves.
"Hey, close your eyes for a second," you called out to him, trying to keep your voice casual yet laced with excitement.
Seonghwa looked at you curiously. "What are you up to?" he asked, his practicality tinged with curiosity as he closed his eyes as requested.
"Keep them closed!" you insisted as you positioned the box right in front of him. Finally, taking a deep breath, you said, "Okay, open them."
His eyes fluttered open, and what followed was a moment that you would cherish forever. The look of pure, unadulterated joy that spread across Seonghwa's face made every bit of effort worth it. He was speechless, his eyes darting between you and the gigantic LEGO set as if trying to confirm it was real.
"How did you- when did you-" he stammered, enveloping you in a bear hug that almost knocked you over.
You laughed, unable to contain your excitement. “Surprise! I know you’ve always wanted it, and I thought, why not get it for you? You deserve it, Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa's eyes shimmered as he blinked rapidly, trying to hold back tears. “I- You didn't- You didn’t have to… thank you, truly.” He wrapped you in a tight embrace, his excitement completely contagious.
“I’m glad you like it.” You smiled, your heart fluttering as you hugged him back.
The next few hours flew by as Seonghwa eagerly unpacked the LEGO set, and the two of you began assembling it together. Laughter filled the apartment as you experienced small mishaps—misplaced pieces and confused instructions—but those moments only brought you closer. You shared stories and enjoyed each other’s company, the air sweet with the scent of hot cocoa you had prepared.
“Piece by piece, just like our relationship,” Seonghwa mused, his eyes warm as he glanced at you.
You smiled, placing another brick carefully. “Exactly.”
Before you knew it, the cold autumn evening had given way to a starry night, and the almost-completed LEGO set sat proudly on your living room table. Seonghwa wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“Thank you. For this, and for everything. You make my life brighter every day.”
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Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst
Synopsis: You and Yunho face a temporary long-distance relationship as he tours overseas. Each phone call becomes a lifeline, and as you pick up his daily phone call, you realize you need him more than you thought.
Wordcount: 3.1K+
Warnings: Reader Has F. Anatomy; Phone Sex; Voice Kink; Dirty Talk; Praise Kink; Use of "Baby," "Pretty Girl" and "Good Girl;"
Note: Okay so I woke up this morning and was inspired by this golden retriever of a man. I'll try to answer all the asks and get to requests soon as well! Please give this love and I hope you all enjoy it!
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Despite expecting the call, the sound of your phone ringing still made you jump. His name on your screen gave you equal pleasure and anxiety, knowing that any of these calls could be the one where he told you that he couldn't do this anymore. That the ocean which separated you while he was on tour was too wide, too deep, too impossible to cross. That the stolen phone calls and midnight texts were no longer enough for him, no matter how much they sustained you.
Pushing your doubts down inside, you swiped your finger across the screen, taking a deep breath as if it could somehow prepare you for whatever he had to say.
"Good morning, cutie!" His voice was bright and you pictured his face bathed in the sunshine, the golden light cascading over his tousled hair, making him look like something out of a dream. You wished you could reach through the phone and touch his cheek, feel the warmth of his smile.
"Good morning! How are you, babe?" Walking from your kitchen to your living room and dropping onto the couch, you looked at the clock on the wall - 8:00 AM where he was. The tea you had been nursing sat on the table, a reminder of the quiet routine you had developed in his absence.
"Better now," he replied, his simple words giving you a euphoric sense that completed and terrified you at the same time, dreading the day that they no longer came. You could hear the faint sounds of chatter and doors closing in the background, perhaps his bandmates grabbing breakfast before another long day of travel and performances.
"I miss you," you said with a small smile, hugging a pillow to your chest as if it were a stand-in for him.
"I miss you too," he replied, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice. "Where are you?"
"I’m at home, just wishing you were here with me," you confessed, looking around the room that felt so much emptier without him. Your eyes landed on the framed photo of both of you from the day before he left, your faces pressed together, countless memories flooding back. "I was just thinking about the day we took that hike up the canyon, remember? And we ended up getting lost for hours, but it was so much fun."
He laughed softly, the sound like a balm for your aching heart. "How could I forget? You kept making me take turns so you could pick wildflowers. I still have the one you tucked behind my ear."
You could almost feel his arms around you as you remembered. "Yeah, I can't wait to go on more adventures with you when you get back."
"Me too," he said, the longing in his voice matching yours. "Just a few more weeks, and we'll be back to our late-night movie marathons and Sunday brunches."
"I'll make sure to save you a seat at our favorite café," you said, trying to keep the conversation light, though your heart ached for him.
"Always," he promised. "Until then, let’s make the most of these moments, okay?"
"Okay," you whispered, closing your eyes and holding on to his voice, the connection bridging the distance between you, even if just for a little while.
"How'd your day go?" he asked. He'd almost always ask about your day before talking about his and genuinely made sure to let you know how interested he was everytime he'd hear it.
"It went okay," you paused, unable to hide a hint of sadness in your voice, "but I wish I was there with you."
"I wish you were too," he replied, trying to hide the emotion her statement brought up in him. While he loved touring with the other members, he couldn't help but miss you the longer the tour went on. And he would take a lifetime of these stolen moments over not having her at all, "what time is it there?"
"It's 6PM here," you replied, realizing that his voice wasn't as hushed or hurried as it often was. "Where are you?"
"I'm in the dorm now," he replied, his voice still sounding bright. "The others just went out on an early morning coffee run, but I wanted to stay here and talk to you. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Yunho," you didn't know whether it was the tiredness hitting you or just pure delusion from him being on your mind all day, but before you could even think about it, you continued, "You know, maybe we can find other ways to stay...connected."
"I've been thinking about that too," Yunho said softly, after what felt like an eternity. His voice had dropped to a low, intimate whisper that felt like a caress even through the phone.
You continued, "It's been so hard being apart, but I think we can find ways to make the distance feel smaller."
Yunho caught on this time, his breath hitching audibly, "Connected, like now? Over the phone?" The sound of Yunho's voice, rough with desire, permeated the stillness of your apartment, making your pulse quicken.
You shifted slightly, the fabric of your clothes suddenly feeling too restrictive. "I miss your touch so much," you whispered, the words catching in your throat. "Every single night, I think about you."
His breath hitched again, the intimacy of his presence filling every corner of your mind. "I think about you too, baby. Sometimes during my shows, I'll close my eyes and picture you in the front row, just waiting for me to come down and kiss you senseless."
"God, Yunho," you murmured, feeling your cheeks flush even more deeply. "When you're up there performing, I imagine your hands on me, your lips against mine. It's like the whole world fades away and it's just us."
"That's exactly what I want," Yunho said, his voice taking on a sense of urgency. "When I'm back, I want to make every fantasy we have a reality. No more distance, no more longing, just you and me making up for all this lost time."
You could almost feel his hands on you, the way they would wander with a tantalizing slowness, mapping out your body as if he'd never felt anything more precious. "What would you do if you were here right now, Yunho?" you asked, your voice thick with anticipation.
"I'd push you up against the wall, kiss you until you can't think straight. Then I'd carry you to the bed—no, to the couch," he said, his words coming quicker, more heated. "I'd strip you down piece by piece, worship every inch of you. You deserve to be loved like that, pretty girl. Completely, without any reservation."
Your breaths came quick and shallow, your fingers ghosting over your skin in place of his. "It drives me insane knowing you're so far away but feeling so close," you confessed, the longing in your voice unmistakable.
"Close your eyes and listen to my voice," Yunho instructed, his tone laced with lust. "Imagine my mouth on you, my hands exploring every curve and hollow of your body. How I'd kiss you, lick you, make you beg for more."
You bit your lip, eyes fluttering closed as you obeyed. "I can feel it, Yunho. I can feel you here with me," you whispered.
His voice deepened, sending shivers down your spine. "Fuck, pretty girl. I'd start by kissing that spot on your neck that drives you wild. You know the one."
Your hand drifted to your neck, your fingers tracing the sensitive skin just below your ear. The memory of his lips there, how they softly grazed and nipped, flashed vividly in your mind. "The one that makes me melt in your arms? Mmm, then what?" you breathed, your voice becoming huskier as the warmth of desire unfurled within you.
"I'd slide my hand under your shirt, cup that perfect breast of yours," Yunho continued, his voice dropping even lower, taking on a commanding edge. "You're not wearing a bra, are you, pretty girl?"
"Nope," you breathed, mimicking his actions and slipping your hand under your shirt. You could almost feel the ghost of his touch, the way he expertly sent jolts of pleasure through you with just his fingertips. "God, I wish it was your hand instead of mine touching me right now. Your touch is magic, you know?"
"I'm glad it is, baby" he spoke, confidence oozing from his words. "I'm hard just thinking about you. About your gorgeous tits, your soft skin." His words painted a picture in your mind, bold strokes of him leaning in, his eyes darkened with desire, the way his pupils dilate when he’s turned on.
Your other hand slipped between your legs, heat pooling in your core. The ache for him grew stronger, almost unbearable. "Oh yeah? Prove it, big boy. Send me a pic." Your challenge was playful, flirtatious, but the underlying urgency was unmistakable.
"You're in for it now," he teased, followed by the unmistakable sound of fabric shifting. Within moments, a photo popped up on your screen. Your breath caught in your throat as you opened it, eyes widening at the sight of him, undeniable evidence of his arousal.
"Fuck, Yunho baby, I want you so bad. I wish I could feel that hardness pressing against me," you whispered, your fingers moving deftly, as if trying to simulate the touch you desperately craved. "Tell me what you'd do next, Yunho. Make me feel like you're here with me."
There was a pause, a tantalizing moment of silence that crackled with anticipation before he spoke again, his voice a low, seductive rumble, "I'd pull those cute little panties aside and slide my fingers inside you, just to feel how wet you are for me. Is that what you want, baby?"
You bit your lip, a soft moan escaping as you imagined his hands on you, his breath hot against your skin. "God, yes. I need you. I need you so bad," you pleaded, every cell in your body tingling with the electric promise of his touch.
"Touch yourself for me, pretty girl," he commented, his voice rough with desire. "Pretend it's my fingers."
You complied, gasping as you slid your fingers through your slick folds. As you moved, you could almost feel his presence, could almost hear his heavy breaths and see that intense gaze that always made you feel like you were the only person in the room. "It feels so good. But not as good as your tongue."
"You love when I eat you out, don't you?" His voice was thick with lust. "The way I tease you with the tip of my tongue before diving deep and tasting every bit of you?"
"Yes," you moaned, arching your back. The memory of his touch sent shivers down your spine, and you could almost feel the ghost of his lips brushing against your inner thighs. "The way you use your tongue, fuck Yunnie, it's magic."
"Tell me more," he urged, his breathing heavy. "What else do you love about when we're together?"
You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the memory. "I love how you look at me like I'm the only woman in the world. I love the way your hands feel on my skin, rough but gentle."
"God, pretty girl," he groaned, "You're killing me here. I wish I could touch you right now."
"Soon," you promised, your voice cracking with a mixture of longing and love. "Only a few more weeks before you can come back and do whatever you want to me." The loneliness of the empty apartment seeped into the room, accentuating the distance that separated you both, but you held onto the anticipation of his return like a lifeline.
"Yeah?" His voice was hopeful, a spark of eagerness lighting up his words. "What did you have in mind?"
You grinned, despite the ache in your chest. "Well, for starters, I think I need to christen your Anewz office. Bend me over that fancy new desk of yours." You could almost hear his delighted chuckle, imagining the way his eyes would darken with desire at your suggestion.
His laugh was warm and rich, a sound that felt like home. "Fuck, pretty girl. You're insatiable."
"Only for you," you purred. "Now where were we? Oh yeah, you were about to fuck me senseless." As you moved your fingers in deeper, you could almost feel the phantom touch of his hands guiding you, the memory of your shared nights filling the silence, making you feel like he was right there with you.
"Right," Yunho's voice dropped an octave, dripping with raw need. "I'm stroking, thinking about burying my cock deep inside you. Feeling how tight and wet you are around me as I fill you up." The image of his strong, lean body pressing against yours replayed in your mind, each word tangling you further in the web of your shared longing.
You gasped, breath catching in your throat as your fingers circled your clit with increasing pressure. "Tell me exactly what you'd do to me if you were here." Your body ached in anticipation, skin tingling as if his breath was fanning over it.
His voice was rough with desire, the connection crackling despite the distance. "I'd start by kissing down your body, tasting every inch of your skin," he whispered, his every word painting vivid images in your mind. "Then I'd spread your legs wide and bury my face between them."
You moaned, your back arching off the bed as your free hand clutched at the sheets. You swore you could almost feel his tongue teasing you. "God, yes. And then what?"
"I'd lick you slowly at first, teasing you," Yunho continued, his breathing heavy and ragged in your ear. "Then I'd slide two fingers inside you, curling them just the way you like." His voice was like a dark, sensual caress, surrounding you completely.
You mimicked his words, sliding two fingers into your wet heat, your entire body quivering with pleasure. "Fuck, baby. It feels so good," you breathed, your words coming out in broken, uneven gasps.
"I bet you're so wet for me right now," he groaned, his voice thick with longing. "Aren't you?" The intensity of his need mirrored your own, amplifying the connection between you.
"Yes," you panted, lost in the sensation, your breath coming out in shallow bursts. "So wet. Wishing it was your cock inside me instead of my fingers." You could almost hear the rustle of his clothing, the physical manifestation of his own desperate need to be with you, making you moan louder, caught up in the wave of shared desire.
"Soon, baby," he promised, his voice laced with an eagerness that sent shivers down your spine. "I'd fuck you so hard. Pinning your hands above your head, pounding into you until you scream my name." You could almost visualize his smirk, the mischievous glimmer in his eyes that always made your knees weak.
Your movements grew more urgent, hips bucking against your hand. "Yunnie, baby, I'm so- so close." You could hear the distant hum of traffic outside, but it seemed a world away as you focused solely on his voice and the heat pooling in your core.
"That's it, pretty girl," he encouraged. "Imagine it's me there with you. My hands on your breasts, my mouth on your neck, my cock deep inside you." The electric thrill of his words heightened your arousal, and you could almost feel the ghost of his lips trailing fiery kisses down your skin.
You whimpered, heat building in your core. Your fingers moved frantically, chasing your release. "Yunnie baby, I'm almost there. Please talk me through it." You tilted your head back, your eyes fluttering closed as you surrendered to the sensations coursing through your body.
"You're so beautiful when you're about to finish for me," his voice was strained, clearly close to unraveling himself. "I love watching your face, feeling your body tense around me as I fill you up. Let go for me, baby. Let me hear you." His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, grounding you even as your body began to soar.
You teetered on the edge, your body wound tight like a spring ready to snap. "Promise?" you gasped, your climax just out of reach. "Promise you'll be mine, no matter the distance?" Your heart clenched with the vulnerability of your plea, and you bit your lip, waiting for his reply.
"I swear," he groaned, his breathing labored and heavy. "You're mine and I'm yours. Forever. Now cum for me. Cum with me, pretty girl." There was something almost sacred in his vow, the certainty in his words sending your pulse racing.
You moaned loudly, your back arching off the couch. "Yes, yes, baby, please." Your body tensed, every nerve ending ablaze.
"That's it, be a good girl and cum for me," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "I need to hear you. I need to feel you."
"Oh god," you whimpered, muscles tensing as you stood on the precipice of release. "Yunnie, I'm gonna-"
Your cries mingled through the phone as you reached your peak, an ecstasy that felt both infinite and fleeting. Waves of pleasure crashed over you as you called out Yunho's name, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. You could hear his deep, guttural moans, punctuated by gasps and curses as he found his release.
"Fuck, baby," he panted, riding out the aftershocks with you, the intimacy of the moment transcending the miles between you. "I can feel you clenching around me." His voice was raspy with satisfaction.
Your hips bucked involuntarily, your fingers still moving slowly, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure. "Yunho," you breathed, "That was incredible."
You stayed connected, listening to each other's ragged breathing as it slowly came down from your shared high. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, even through the distance separating you both.
"I love you," he murmured, his voice warm and satisfied.
You smiled, your body tingling with residual pleasure. "I love you too," you whispered back, feeling closer to him than ever despite the miles between you.
After catching his breath, he spoke softly, his voice tender. "We'll make this work, baby, I promise. I love you too much to let you go."
Your body tingled with anticipation, the promise of his return hanging like a sweet allure. "I can't wait, baby," you replied, your voice soft yet resolute. "Hurry back to me."
"I will, pretty girl. And when I do, I won't ever want to let you go." His voice was a vow, wrapping around your heart and tethering you to him even more tightly.
The call ended with a final flurry of tender "I love yous," and as you lay back, a small smile graced your lips. The distance was brutal, but moments like this turned the ache into something bearable, something meaningful.
And with the promise of Yunho's touch just a heartbeat away, you knew that you could hold on a little longer.
🦀❤️ Hey It's been a while, I didn't forget about you. I hope you're living your best life.❤️🦀
Okay so I have a story about these gifts.
As we know, I have no been very active these past 1.5-2 years, and for that I am sorry but know that I did not forget about you and your crabs, my dear 🦀 anon. There was literally one day I was studying for finals in December (totally panicking) and I decided "You know what, I've been studying all day. Let me take a break or none of this is going to make sense."
I then went scrolling through my Tumblr for a bit, planning to check on some notifications and some lovely creators' posts. I then look at the bottom of my Tumblr screen and see the beloved gift icon.
Nothing brought me more joy that day than clicking it and spawning crabs. Like genuinely, the crabs bring me equally as much joy now as they did the last time as they did the time before alllll the way up to the first time. It makes me so happy genuinely to see the cute crabs and knowing that you always take the time to give me them brings me so much joy so thank you so much for the amount of pure happiness you've given me through the years.
I know this response is incredibly late, you had given me two crab gifts over a few months I believe. But know that my Tumblr experience could not have been the same without you and I'm really grateful for the joy you've brought me over the years, it's so incredibly sweet of you. You literally never had to, but you would surprise me with it all the time and my brain would literally be like OH MY GODDDD THE CUTE CRABSSSS so know that the crab emoji will forever be associated with you.
Thank you so much again, and please feel free to send me messages through my inbox whenever! It's always so nice seeing you!!
It’s good to see you are posting again or at least somewhat. Hope you are doing ok.
Ahhh oh my goodness, I missed you so much!! Tumblr has been so on and off lately for me for the past two years or so with overall life stresses (gonna be graduating in May if everything goes well!!) but I try to come here when I can and write, even if it's inconsistent! I hope you're doing well too. Any really interesting updates on your end of the screen? 👀
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Pairing: Jung Wheein x Reader
Genre: Smut
Synopsis: After an awful anniversary date with your boyfriend, you come home to your roommate Wheein to rant about the entire evening. What you don't realize is that Wheein has a plan to make you forget all about your bad date.
Wordcount: 1.1K+
Warnings: Reader has F. Anatomy, Roommate AU, Oral (F. Receiving), Lesbian, Praise Kink, Cheating on an Awful Boyfriend (all my homies hate Brian)
Note: On my knees for women right now so I decided to write about it
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"-And then Brian had the audacity to call me a hot piece of ass in front of his friends! Can you believe it? What a prick."
Wheein watched you pace back and forth in her bedroom as you rambled on and on about the bad date you had with your boyfriend, the TV still on at a lower volume from when she was watching. What was meant to be a nice anniversary dinner at his house had quickly turned into a bro fest with your boyfriend treating you like trash in front of his friends, because he had supposedly "forgotten that you two were going to hang out."
You and Wheein had been roommates for some time, going from dorming together at your university to getting an apartment until you both figured out your lives.
"I mean I love him- or at least, I thought I did. But then I remember that every time we've had sex, he for some reason just doesn't think I need him to do anything?? Like sometimes I want attention too. And when he does give me attention, he makes it feel like a chore. Like he'd rather be doing literally anything else. And like I know sex education is terrible in some schools but he's a grown man. How does he not know what the clit is-"
"Well, what if I eat you out?" She didn't know what urged her to blurt out the words she did, and she avoided looking into your eyes the moment she said it. She could feel your gaze on her though as you took in what she asked.
“You- You want to- really?”
Your voice sounds far away and you have to snap yourself back to reality when Wheein stands up and looks at you.
Wheein nods slowly, brown eyes wide and curious. Pleading.
“You…you always told me girls are better at it than boys are,” she murmurs, hand gently grasping at your hand, “and — and you told me your boyfriend is bad at it. So let me try? Maybe I'll be better…”
She trails off, gnawing at her bottom lip while she looks at you. Her wide eyes and pouty lips make her look so innocent you think you’re going to combust.
'This is wrong', you think to yourself. You have a boyfriend, even if you hated him. The two of you could never be together. She’d probably regret it in the morning, you-
"You can teach me, can’t you? Please?”
Fuck it.
You swallow down the lump in your throat and nod, “Y-yeah, fuck, come here, pretty girl-“
You shuffle on the bed so you can lay against the pillows with your legs spread, your date clothes suddenly suffocating.
Wheein's so eager to please; she nods obediently and immediately scampers to slot herself in between your legs. Pretty manicured hands bring your shorts and panties to the side, and then she freezes. She’s shaking, brown eyes flicking up to meet yours. She has no clue what she’s doing and your pussy is so pretty- she’s nervous.
“S-stick your tongue out, baby. Y-yeah, just like that, oh my god-“ your hand shoots up to fist in those blond strands, the girl’s tongue timid and soft against your folds.
“Go a little…a little harde- fuck, baby, yes, swipe that sweet little tongue across my clit, j-just like that—“ you whimper, gasping. You involuntarily pull her forward, at the same time bucking your hips up to meet her mouth. it’s fucking heavenly.
You don’t even have to tell her what to do next, her plush lips wrapping around the bud and sucking hard. You cry out, eyes squeezing shut.
She pulls off for a second, blowing cool air over your clit and giggling when your legs jerk. Her eyes blink up at you slowly, half-lidded and hazy, “U-use me, please? Want you to- want you to cum in my mouth. Want to- want to be a good girl.”
Wheein needs praise. You don’t know how you didn’t clock that before. It sends you into some animalistic overdrive and you nod. How could you say no to something so precious?
“Yeah, pretty girl, fuck, get in here-“ you push her back down and she lets you, humming into your cunt obediently and swirling her tongue around your clit before wrapping her lips around the bud and sucking again.
This time she flicks her tongue against you as she sucks, soft hands running up and down your thighs as she does. Your hips are bucking wildly now, grinding up into that hot little mouth and whining as you do.
“Such a good girl for me, so pretty. Gonna make me c-cum, oh my god-“ You should be embarrassed by how high-pitched your voice is, how quickly you’re going to cum. You probably would be later, but your orgasm is barreling towards you and you can’t bring yourself to care.
All it takes is those pretty eyes blinking up at you through long lashes and that knot in your tummy snaps, your back arching as tears fall down your cheeks. It feels so good you’re shaking. You realize it’s been far too long since you’ve had a real orgasm.
“S-so good, shit, my good girl, god- take it, take it-“ You hump her face through your orgasm, cunt fluttering and spasming. It’s too good. Wheein keeps sucking your cunt like the perfect girl she is.
Your legs shake, chest heaving as you come down from your high. You pet at her hair absentmindedly, eyes half lidded.
She pulls off with a wet pop, resting a soft cheek on the fat of your thigh and looking up at you with a giggle, “Was that good?”
She’s got stars in her eyes. you only nod, running your fingers through pretty strawberry locks, “S-so good. Where the hell did you learn all that? Use me? Be a good girl? Are you insane, Wheein?”
She’s embarrassed, pale cheeks flushing bright red when she replies, “I- I remember how you used to talk about the guys you’d be with and what they'd do wrong so I wanted to try out the things you've said you wanted."
You groan. She’s perfect.
“Fuck, you’re unreal. Get up here and let me return the favor or I'm gonna die.” You grin as she nods eagerly.
Your phone dings with a message from Brian, the phone screen flashing with a "Send a pic" text. You roll your eyes, hands already gripping her hips and lowering her down onto your tongue as you mentally make the decision to break up with him the next morning.
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Pairing: Choi San x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut
Synopsis: "The Jealousy Game." A game in which you and your boyfriend Choi San flirt with other people to see who will break first. However, when San missteps on a day when you just want his love and attention, he realizes that he has to find a way to make it up to you.
Wordcount: 1.8K
Warnings: Reader has F. Anatomy; Make-Up Sex, Wall Sex, Kitchen Sex, Oral (F. Receiving); Stand and Carry Position; Kind of exhibitionist?; Protected (Wrap it before you tap it)
Note: Hi loves, long time no see!! I'm sorry I haven't been able to write that much this year, it's been a lot of ups and downs. But I wanted to get one more story out at least before the end of the year. I hope you all enjoy!!
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You and Choi San had a peculiar way of finding amusement. Whenever you both attended parties, you would engage in a wild game of jealousy, each one flirting with other people, determined to see who would break first. It was a wicked dance of passion and insecurity, the push and pull of emotions that heightened the intensity of your connection.
But on this particular day, a cloud of vulnerability loomed over you, casting a shadow on your usually confident demeanor.
The sun set, casting a warm golden glow over the garden where the party was held. The air smelled of blooming roses and anticipation, mingling with the lively chatter and tinkling glasses. As always, Choi San's eyes danced mischievously, a glint of excitement lighting them up. You shared a knowing smile, acknowledging the game that was about to commence.
To an outsider, it may have seemed as though you both walked through the crowd with poise and charm, effortlessly captivated by your temporary flings. Yet beneath your facade of indifference, a subtle undercurrent of worry gnawed away at your heart. Doubt seeped into your thoughts, staining them with unease.
'Why does San seem so distant today? Is it my fault?' Questions like these peppered your mind, leaving you feeling untethered in a sea of people.
The music began, its rhythmic pulse guiding the fluid movements of the crowd. Your gaze locked with San's, feeling an electric pull that only the two of you could understand. A woman with flowing auburn hair approached, her smile captivating him instantly. You observed with a clenched chest as she whispered something in San's ear, her laughter filling the air like a sweet melody. They moved together, their bodies in tune with the vibrant melody that filled the atmosphere.
Watching San dance with the woman sent a surge of unfamiliar emotions coursing through your veins. Jealousy clawed at your chest, its tendrils wrapping around your heart, squeezing with a relentless grasp. Doubt echoed in your mind, causing you to question your own self-worth. The laughter that had once brightened your eyes dimmed, replaced by a flicker of insecurity. You desperately craved his love and attention, yet it felt as though the world around you had receded, leaving you stranded upon an island of your own apprehension.
Eventually, the song came to an end, and San and the woman parted ways. You couldn't help but feel hurt by his behavior, and rather than taking a step back from the noise. He turned towards you just as you turned away. His stormy eyes betrayed a hint of remorse as he watched you walk away from the party, into the house.
Feeling a mix of emotions, you went inside the house to seek solace. As you closed the door behind you, you desperately tried to stop yourself from overthinking as you grabbed yourself a glass of water, but the thoughts continued to swirl around in your head. The hurt from San's behavior pierced deep, and you couldn't help but question where things went wrong. The sound of the party outside seemed distant now, but it wasn't enough to break you away from the incessant thoughts that plagued your mind. Just as you were drowning in a sea of self-doubt, a gentle knock at the door startled you.
It was San. He softly gazed at your lost expression, closing the door behind him as he entered the house.
As he reached out to touch your trembling hand, his voice was a tender caress against your ear, "I'm sorry, love. I've taken the game too far today. I didn't realize how much I hurt you, how vulnerable you've been feeling."
Tentatively, you met his gaze, seeing the genuine concern etched in each of his features. In that moment, the walls you had carefully constructed to protect yourself began to crumble. "I just needed you, San," you whispered, your voice threaded with aching vulnerability.
His arms wrapped around your trembling frame, pulling you into an embrace where all the pain and insecurity dissolved. He tenderly kissed you. With each gentle touch held his vow to mend the wounds he had unintentionally inflicted upon your heart. In that embrace, you realized that love is not a game to be played, but a tender dance where trust and understanding are the true partners.
"Please let me make it up to you," he whispered softly as he pulled away.
Your gaze flickered between his lips and his eyes before you nodded and kissed him again, soft lips smiling into each other.
He pushed you softly against the wall, deepening the kisses between you both.
Looking into your eyes, your hand gracefully past his belt buckle and into the intimate space of his cotton briefs. He was hard and ready, and you moved it between your fingers slowly, savoring his obvious eagerness. Suddenly, his hands were tenderly gripping your wrists, raising them above your head.
"Please don't move," he whispered as he lowered himself onto his knees. With his face directly between your legs, he unhurriedly unclasped the button on your jeans, undid the zipper, and meticulously slid your pants off.
His lips were just an inch away from your black silk panties. He traced your inner thigh with gentle, delicate kisses. He then moved his mouth to your stomach, nibbling at the bottom of your cashmere sweater. As he rose again, he skillfully used only his teeth to lift up the fabric.
You could feel the warmth of his breath hovering over your breasts. The anticipation and desire within you grew as he started to tease you.
In that moment, all the doubts and insecurities that had plagued you throughout the night melted away. The game of jealousy, once an exhilarating dance, now seemed trivial in comparison to the deep connection you both cherished. What had begun as a test of emotions had ultimately revealed the depth of your love and the fragility of your hearts.
"God I love you so much."
His face popped up from between your legs. His lips glistened with the juices of your almost-orgasm while your legs still trembled from his tongue’s teasing.
He gently rubbed his finger along your clit, rousing you back to reality. Your entire body was on high alert. You hadn’t made it to the bed, or even to the sofa. Instead, you both leaned against the wall completely naked by the kitchen table, clothes strewn about haphazardly.
Let’s just say that if any of the partygoers decided to come inside, they would have gotten quite the show.
You couldn’t help but admire the grin on his face and the excitement in his eyes as he stared and stared into you. His hands continued to work their magic, and you spread your legs wider, inviting him to take in more of me.
“I love you too.” The words came out as two moans. As his fingers slipped and dipped inside of me, the pleasure continued to build, kickstarting the shaking and gasping again.
“I could live down here forever," he moaned into you.
“I wish you could, baby.” You tugged on his locks and brought his face towards you. You could taste yourself, sweet and pungent, on his lips. You broke apart and you caught his eyes with yours, mirroring his desire. It was clear that the need you felt to cherish this moment together was mutual.
You wrapped your arms around each other, your bodies heaving towards one another like magnets. The heat from his skin sent shivers down your spine as you feeling of him pressing into you excited you. You kissed for what seemed like an eternity, hands gently grazing skin, tongues tenderly touching - losing yourselves in each other. It was a moment of softness, of utmost sincerity.
But you needed him inside you before you risked being interrupted.
“I’ll be right back,” You said. You sauntered over to your purse that had been forgotten on the kitchen counter where you kept the condoms.
“You're so beautiful,” he groaned.
You turned around to see him watching your every nude move, leaning against the wall in awe. You grabbed the condom from your purse and came back over to him. He took the condom and quickly put in on. He held your hips steadily as he entered you.
You could feel him all the way to your belly button. You screamed out with pleasure, your hands taking the heat as he thrusted fast and deep. The movement pushed your body all the way forward, causing a consistent banging on the wall you were leaning against. He placed his palms on your ass as he lifts you up, your legs wrapped around him as he bounces you up and down. You take more and more of him as he brands your body with his hands.
"I think everyone outside is going to hear us if you keep moaning like that." His words came out low and throaty.
Your breath was shallow as you got closer to reaching your limit. Nothing existed outside of this moment - the sensation of his hands holding you up, how deeply satisfied this closeness made you feel. You kissed him, holding his mouth on yours for a long time. You breathed in his breaths as you began to tremble and gasp, your orgasms melting into each other, ecstasy swimming through your veins as you finished together.
You had never experienced anything like that before, that insane and electric synchrony. Your limbs vibrated in the fading exhilaration. You leaned back against the fall as he gently let you down. Your knees are weak as you slip down to sit. He kneels down with you, as you both exhale slowly and deeply.
You both sat there catching your breath as you looked out the glass door to the back. From your viewpoint, you could only see the trees as they were cast with the overwhelmingly beautiful pink and purple tie-dyed afternoon sky. People were still laughing and enjoying themselves outside, and you were grateful that you guys had been just shy of their viewpoint into the house.
You turned towards San who had opted to gaze at you isntead of the world outside. He moved his hand to brush some of the hair out of your face.
"Listen," he began, his tone softer once again, dripping with sincerity. "Please, believe me when I say that despite everything, my heart has always been yours. These games were never about finding someone else; they were about making sure you were the one who wanted me."
Words escaped you, overwhelmed by the outpouring of emotions coursing through your veins. You both were in the wrong, having chosen to play a game that would play on both of your insecurities. But you squeezed his hand, conveying volumes in that simple gesture. The truth was, despite the hurt you both had caused through these game, your love for eachother remained unshaken.
You gently kissed him once more before giving him a smile, "Let's just agree not to play that silly game anymore and get dressed, okay?"
He nodded and smiled, a flicker of hope now dancing within the depths of his eyes.
"From this moment forward, there will be no more games, no more tests. Just you and me, fighting for our love."
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Genre: Fluff
Synopsis: After a full day of recording, Bang Chan still felt restless. Knowing how hard he is on himself during moments like these, you knew there had to be some way to ease the stress he was feeling.
Wordcount: 700+
Warnings: Very fluffy content honestly; let me know if I'm missing anything!
Note: Hi guys, it's been a while! 2023 has been wild so far and I just haven't felt motivated to write. But, I still adore writing and there's plenty of pieces I still want to share with you guys so I thought "Why not something short and sweet to get back into the swing of things?"
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You both were in the recording studio. After a full day of recording, Bang Chan still felt restless. The monitors, the preamps, even the samplers seemed like empty canvases that needed to be filled with sound. He sighed and glanced around, feeling like there was something missing.
As he glanced over, his gaze met yours. You were sitting calmly next to him with your head tilted towards him and a small, comforting smile on your face. Your intent stare made him feel at ease. You gripped his hand gently, silently reassuring him that you were by his side.
"Hey," you said, breaking the silence. "It's getting late."
He mumbled something in response, but he didn't sound convinced. He shifted in his chair, turning back to the laptop both of them had been poring over for hours. His eyes were clouded, and a crease appeared between his eyebrows as he tried to focus on the task at hand. He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it, instead pushing himself away from the desk and stretching out his arms with a sigh. It was clear that despite how desperately he wanted to make progress today, he wouldn't be able to accomplish anything without taking some time to regroup.
You watched as he squinted at the screen of his sleek, black laptop. With a wistful smile, you leaned over and suggested, "But before we go, can we just take a break and play something for fun? It doesn't have to be anything official."
He looked up from his computer and regarded you with warm eyes. You felt a shiver run down your spine; his gaze was intense and electric. "Sure," he agreed with a nod.
Bang Chan adjusted the volume on the speakers, and a slow, mellow song filled the air. He began to play the first few notes of the song, and soon you joined in. He glanced around the studio and smiled. This was the moment he'd been waiting for.
The two of you played for what felt like hours; you were lost in each other's presence as his gentle melodies ran through your veins. Your fingers moved along with his, as if they had a mind of their own. You looked up at him and saw that he was smiling too, an expression of pure joy on his face.
He gradually increased the tempo until it was fast-paced enough to be called a jam session. You both moved synonymously together and seemed one with the music as it surged through your bodies. The energy grew stronger as each second passed, feeding off of each other's enthusiasm and love for melody creation.
Your eyes met once more as you closed out with a crash cymbal flourish, signaling the end of a perfect jam session between two kindred musicians. Bang Chan leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours, sharing this moment before everything would go back to normalcy again—a reminder that no matter how crazy life became in or outside of the recording studio, you could always make time to create beauty through music together.
After the song ended, Bang Chan smiled at you warmly. “Thank you," he said softly. “For today...and for always."
His words caressed your heart like gentle waves crashing against the shoreline. You smiled back at him contentedly—and before either of you could say something else—you leaned forward and captured his lips in a sweet yet passionate kiss that seemed to last forever.
“My pleasure," you whispered, pulling back to gaze into his eyes. It had been such a relief to be able to turn his stress into something creative and enjoyable.
The soft chuckle lingered in the air as he leaned into you. His hair felt like cotton under your fingertips as you ran them through his locks, and you felt him relax into your embrace. He looked up at you with a glimmer of hope, grateful for the brief moment of reprieve from the stormy skies.
You plant a kiss on his forehead before whispering, "Now, come on. Let's go somewhere else and keep singing."
Bang Chan nodded happily, taking your hand in his.
"Wherever you want to go," he said, "I'll follow you."
so, in the topic of translated fanfics in wattpad, i found this book & this book with a bunch of fanfics translated to spanish. they're on different accounts but they're the same person
so far i have only been able to recognise two pieces by @tasteleeknow (i'm at work and i can't deep dive into the thing)
this behavious is absolutely disgusting and disrespectful. i have reached out to the person but... yeah. don't be like this people
i have time on my hands so I'm just gonna go through each book and list the people who have had their fics stolen @tasteleeknow @gold-light @planetdream @skzdreams @abiaswreck @strayed-quokka @oceanlix @twinklix @matryosika @straymusings @tasteracha @chvnnie @straylightdream @stayboba @starryychan-nsfw @qu0kkarambles @chanshoesunite @lixiektty @idyllicallycharming @rainy-bangbeom @hwan-g @witherednotes @iluvjakey @staytinyhoe @hyunjinniesgirl @ballelino @inkedtae @gyuphorias @rosewould @sm-entertain-me @hardstraykidshours @youn9racha @bbyquokka @lix-ables @gimmeurtmi @lixtokki @chvnssecret @joodlepo @seospicybin @angelwonie @skz317cb97 @sluttywonwoo @wnterwnderlxnd @bugeater101 @seo--changbin @oceanlix @hyunjinhoee @3raaaachachacha @whatudowhennooneseesyou @hwajin
there were some chapters listed without 'credit' anywhere so hopefully(?) they are from the above-listed authors and not one I've missed
(sorry for tags if unwanted - still going through books)
all the above authors had their works in the first book! (link 2 in the original post) i am now moving onto the second book (link 1) I'm not going to retag people but i can guarantee if your work was tagged above it will be in both books!
Thank you so much for notifying all of us! This is actually crazy, considering I have my own book on Wattpad with the works too. If it were something people wanted, I would gladly figure out some way to translate them. But reposting and translating without the creator's permission is never okay!! I'm glad that they were taken down but that's so unfortunate that people will steal work for a couple of reads.
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Pairing: Choi San x Reader x Kang Yeosang
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Synopsis: Poly-boyfriend headcanons between San, Yeosang, and their S/O
Wordcount: 1.1K+
Warnings: The section below the MDNI warning is all smut but besides that, it's fluffy! Let me know if I should add anything though!
Note: This is a product of Sansang simply existing
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Songs That Represent Your Relationship (Spotify Links)
summertime in paris - jaden, WILLOW
double take - dhruv
strawberry chainsaw - jawny
Choi San - The Sun
San is very much the sun of the relationship, bright and smiley
You and Yeosang still have yet to explain where the mysterious energy comes from, but you are grateful for it
Will show his love through physical touch and words of affirmation guaranteed
Very obvious forms of affection because he won't be able to contain how much he loves you two
Does not mind PDA at all, honestly loves to tease y'all with surprise kisses and hugs
Will look at you like you're made from all the stars in the universe
Won't miss a single day sending a good morning or good night message in the group chat but he will pout if you don't respond within the hour though
Is the best communicator honestly
He will tell you his feelings very openly and rambles about his day
But he will also give you 100% of his attention when you talk about your day
A small thing that really hits his heart is when you trust him with things, he will protect your words with his life
There's a possibility that he will also be brought to tears seeing either of his partner's cry
Like one time he had an argument with you two- mostly caused by stress and him being on edge- and seeing you both look nervous and teary eyed made him vow to never get angry like that again
He will do everything in his power to make you feel better
If either you or Yeosang can't sleep, he will blast your favorite songs and dance with you
Doesn't matter if it's 3pm or 3am, you will all be twirling in the living room
He has the cutest pet names for both of you
My love, my baby, my rose, my angel, basically any cute name but will always have the word "my" before it
He may be an introvert, but will be super extroverted with you two
Like he's not embarassed at all to do anything for you guys
If you are anxious to ask for something, he will ask for you and doesn't mind
In summary, when he falls in love, he falls hard and he will make sure that you two know it.
Kang Yeosang - The Moon
If San's the sun, Yeosang is definitely the moon, a hidden beauty that shines even in your darkest times
Very soft but will not admit it directly
Not that he doesn't want you two to know he loves you, but it's difficult for him sometimes
So he opts for subtle forms of affection
Very much a quality time and acts of service kind of lover
Would love to spend time with you and San, whether that be going out to an amusement park or staying at home and cuddling
He was the last to say "I love you" and it was so quiet
When he didn't hear a response, he was worried but he then he looked up at you two and saw the emotional wrecks y'all were becoming
Everytime he says I love you after that is still quiet and small and entangled in small kisses or whispers but those moments are so special
He makes sure that you've eaten but with aggression
"If you don't eat soon, I'm leaving practice and throwing snacks at your window"
He may not hug you in public, but you're linking pinkies for sure
In private though, very much will bury his head into your shoulder when he gives you a hug
Won't admit it but he does love the affection San gives
It takes everything in him not to turn around and kiss San whenever his arms wrap around him
Is so shy when you both give him compliments on his performances
But you and San are his biggest cheerleaders and will be the loudest fans whenever he does anything ever
Gets so embarassed when he hears your loud "That's my baby! Look at him go! Y'all could NEVER!" but also lowkey loves it
Feels so happy hearing both of you laugh at his jokes, your laughs are his favorite song and he wouldn't mind hearing it on repeat 24/7
Having Wooyoung as his friend certainly has made him more open to affection but he has never known a love quite like being with you and San
Not the confrontational type but he will give the biggest death glare to anyone that says anything negative about you or San
Is protective and refuses to let anyone hurt either of you if he can help it
In summary, he's very much the type to seem annoyed by your affection but secretely adores all of it and is so thankful for your persistence in showing him he matters.
MDNI, 18+ CONTENT
Switches to their core
Usually, San is the brattiest sub and the softest dom
In either position, his goal is to make you both cum as many times as possible
Will give you oral for hours and not tire from it
Yeosang, on the other hand, is usually the most obedient sub and a hard dom most of the time (not always though)
His goal is to make both of you scream his name, and he wants everyone to hear it
Honestly, if they're both domming you, either one could be hard or soft with you but never both hard doms at the same time
They always want to make sure at least one of them is giving you praise at all times
Both of them have a marking kink
If San's leaving hickeys on your thigh, Yeosang's leaving them on your collarbone
And they certainly wouldn't mind you marking them
In fact, San will proudly wear your hickeys the next day
Edging San when he's subby is just as good as overstimulating Yeosang, and they both look the prettiest when they have tears in their eyes
Praise Yeosang when he's subby, will not accept degradation
However, San could be called anything degrading and he'd still be whining
Both of them have an exhibition kink and love the idea of almost getting caught
Yeosang very much likes manhandling and will show his strength to you and San
San would love to either be tied up or tie you up, like you better believe handcuffs/ribbons, blindfolds and shibari are on the table with this man
Aftercare is composed of clingy cuddles and kisses
Cleaning up is not at the forefront of their mind until after they wake up but there will be a lot of brushing through eachother's hair and soft cuddling and massaging any sore parts if they were particularly rough
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Pairing: Moon Byulyi x Reader
Genre: Smut
Synopsis: With the late and disheveled arrival of your date, you are easily unimpressed by his demeanor and language. However, his lack of presence allowed you to engage in a flirtation with a woman across the bar- leading to heavenly wonders in the bar bathroom.
Wordcount: 2.6K+
Warnings: Brian’s lowkey homophobic, all my homies hate Brian; Reader has F. Anatomy; Bathroom Sex; Eating Out; Fingering; Praise Kink; Exhibitionist; Cum Eating
Note: This is honestly one of the best things I’ve ever written; Moonbyul is so hot in this and I don’t know if y’all will survive.
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As he briskly removes his jacket and shakes the rain from his hair, droplets fling onto the white tablecloth. A few land in the half-empty breadbasket, the contents of which are no longer steaming as they had been when the waiter first brought it to the table.
“I’m Brian,” he says, extending his hand to you.
You scoff, rolling your eyes at the gesture—a bit too proper for someone who couldn’t even be bothered to account for the weather in rush hour traffic. Not to mention that he was interrupting wherever the night had been headed with the beautiful stranger at the bar, the one you had been eye-fucking the whole time you’d been waiting for him.
You shake Brian’s outreached hand anyway, hoping he doesn’t mistake the flush in your cheeks and cold sweat on your palms as a side effect of his presence.
“Y/N,” you say. For one horrific moment when he hesitates, you suspect he might bring your fingers to his lips, oblivious to your annoyance. Much to your relief, he releases his grip and narrows his eyes at the open bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket between you both instead.
His brow arches. “Oh,” he says, frowning at the centerpiece, digging his wallet out of his pocket. “I see you’ve helped yourself. Not too expensive for a first date, I hope?”
It’s not just his words, but the screech of the chair and the stench of cheap cologne that makes you wrinkle your nose.
You don’t miss the way the brunette’s attention keeps drifting back to your table, her gaze flickering between you and your intruder.
You stifle a laugh. You weren’t invested in being set up with her mother’s colleague's son. But you do find it a little funny, now that he’s finally here, that he’s intruding on his own date.
Your admirer is clearly still interested, setting her sights now on your bare legs. Sucking in a breath, you steel yourself before crossing your knees. Your fingers twitch, but you fight the instinct to stop your skirt from rising to the side where the slit reveals your thigh.
“You’re in the clear,” You say, doing nothing to hide the sarcasm dripping from your tone. “It was a gift.”
His unkempt brows disappear behind his fringe. “Someone you know?”
Not yet.
“Nope,” you reply, folding your arms, pointer finger tapping against your bicep.
He waits for you to elaborate.
Cocking your head to the side, you opt for playing dumb instead.
“Well, I guess we owe our mysterious onlooker a thank you,” he remarks after a moment of uncomfortable silence.
“My,” You correct.
His lips press together in a tight line. “What?”
“You were nowhere to be found,” you remind him. “So she is my mysterious onlooker, no?”
His pupils dilate, jaw unclenching. “She?”
You stiffen and nod, loathing how much you can anticipate his next response.
“Well, I guess I have nothing to worry about then.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” you counter, sighing at his baffled expression, “I’m not only into men.”
It takes a few seconds for your words to sink in and then, “Oh!” His face brightens, morphing into one of delight, as he glances around the restaurant, like a dog sniffing out his new favorite toy.
“Would you-”
“I need to use the ladies' room,” you snap, cutting off what was sure to be another request for a threesome from a straight man.
It’s not that you have anything against them- threesomes, or straight men in general. But you certainly won’t be entertaining anything with this one anytime soon, alone or with a partner.
Brian’s mouth opens and closes like a gaping fish washed up on the shore. You might have thought he was mildly handsome under different circumstances, but with the mere 5 minutes of his initial presentation, you were already tired of interacting with him.
You straighten your spine and walk tall away from your table. Your neck tingles as you pass the brunette woman, who is still nursing the same glass of whiskey, and her entourage. The sting of her eyes tracking your trajectory prickles every inch of your exposed skin.
You hasten into the bathroom and blow out a deep breath once inside. You blink at your reflection, fixing your appearance. Your palms linger, caressing and squeezing, imagining another pair of hands covering your own.
You could leave if you wanted. Just scrawl your number on a paper towel for your new crush and then sneak out the back. Then start a nice warm bath once back in your apartment, teasing yourself with your favorite vibrator. Dragging out your orgasm until you cum, fantasizing about those sunlit locks tangled through your fingers and soft rose kisses between your thighs.
Your mother would be livid for ditching Brian, making it all the more tempting.
With a sigh, you run the cold water into the sink, but just as you’re about to splash your flushed face, the door swings open, startling you. You glance up at the door through the mirror, the coffee-eyed beauty in holding eye contact with you as the door clicks shut behind her.
“Hello,” she says, calm and sweet with a soft hum of approval as her gaze lowers a fraction and your nipples harden beneath her stare.
Momentarily forgetting how to speak, your mouth snaps shut. The other woman’s lips curl into a soft grin, closing the distance to lean around you and turn off the faucet.
“I’m Moon Byulyi, but you can call me Moonbyul,” she says, resting her hip against the counter, tugging her brown locks to one side to expose her neck, and angling her body towards you in the process. Your breath hitches, as you imagine running your fingers down Moonbyul’s clavicle.
You swallow. “Hi,” you say. Moonbyul arches a brow with such precision that you’re convinced she must have practiced that look at least a dozen times before. You clear your throat before adding, “I’m Y/N.”
“Hi, Y/N,” she murmurs, as a lover might from between the sheets. “It’s nice to meet you.” She doesn’t reach out to take her hand. Instead, she seems to be waiting for your next move.
You wipe your palms on your dress, before wriggling them together. “You have a fine taste,” you murmur and immediately regret it. Moonbyul’s eyes light up, teeth sinking into her ruby-painted lip to stifle her laughter. “-in wine!” You finish quickly, blood rushing to your cheeks again.
There’s a startling contrast between how controlled you are when men fawn over you, to how quickly you are reduced to a pool of mush when you’re caught in the sights of a pretty lady. Moonbyul licks her lips and all at once, the only thing you can focus on is how her mouth looks as inviting and red and sweet as the wine poured into your glass, empty and abandoned at the table.
Along with your date.
There must be something in your expression that’s easy to read, because the next thing Moonbyul says is, “How long before you need to get back?”
You could tell her that you’re already planning an escape route, maybe even invite Moonbyul to come home with you. But the low huskiness of Moonbyul’s voice and the flash of danger in her eyes spark your curiosity past the point of no return. How far would you be willing to go here?
Your heart quickens, as you lift your chin and muster up the courage to say, “However long it takes.”
Moonbyul’s eyes widen a fraction, apparently taken aback by this sudden forwardness. You wonder if you’ve made an awful mistake.
You aren’t left wondering for long.
Time speeds up. One moment your feet are steady on the floor and the next your backside is pressed up against the sink while ridiculously soft fingers roam your torso, reaching upwards to trace your jaw, asking for permission. You release a shuddering breath and words escape you, before you’re frantically nodding into the kiss, hands skimming up Moonbyul’s silk blouse to knead her warm flesh.
You swallow Moonbyul’s moan as she moves to ruck up your navy dress. “Can I-”
“If you don’t, I will,” you admit.
Moonbyul beams at you and she melts into a puddle under your touch. “Up,” she commands and then adds, teasingly, “I want to see how fine my taste is.”
You bury your face in Moonbyul’s neck, sucking a mark onto her pulse point and nipping at her shoulder before obeying, hopping up onto the counter. A strangled gasp leaves your mouth when your bare skin hits the cool metal.
Moonbyul shushes you, a gentle, “I got you,” passing her lips, breath tickling her chin.
Your stomach swoops as Moonbyul glides between your legs. She tugs the dip of your dress down like she’s unwrapping a present and swirls her tongue around your nipple like it’s her favorite flavor of ice cream.
You hiss at the sudden scrape of her teeth. “Wait-”
Moonbyul stills, instantly pulling back to check you over. “What’s wrong?”
“The door-” you pant. “Is it locked?”
Moonbyul’s smile is predatory. “Maybe,” she hedges, “if you want it to be.” Her lips brush against your ear. “But isn’t it hotter, not knowing if that inconsiderate boyfriend of yours will come barreling through here only to find my tongue buried deep in your cunt?”
Your moan is feral and yeah, maybe you should explain that Brian is most definitely not your boyfriend, but you’re not going to ruin this moment.
Your eyes meet again, mouth tumbling after. Moonbyul’s determination rolls off of her in waves, searching every inch of your skin, latching onto whatever sensitive flesh will make you shudder and gasp. Moonbyul rolls one of your nipples between her forefinger and thumb, sucking the other into her mouth with kitten licks and nips.
“You’re not playing fair,” you mutter, as Moonbyul draws her lips away with a pop, rewarding you with a seductive smirk.
“I don’t like rules.” The confession rolls off her tongue like it’s the world’s dirtiest secret. “But I do like keeping track of the ones I break.”
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you groan while arching her back as Moonbyul slides your soaked lace panties down your legs and stuffs them into her purse.
“I’ll make up for it later,” she promises, the implication alone sending a thrill up your spine. Moonbyul sinks down to the floor. “Spread your legs for me, love.”
Your head drops back and hits the mirror at the words. The ghost of a kiss finds the inside of your knee.
“That’s it,” Moonbyul cues. Her praise does wonders to your body, sending a shiver straight to your clit. You briefly wonder if this is the work of some benevolent goddess, given that you were praying for this exact scenario not five minutes earlier.
You’ll worry about which religion to convert to later.
You look down just in time to catch Moonbyul in the act of sliding two fingers past her lips, sucking and coating them in spit. It’s probably not necessary, given that you’re practically vibrating with arousal, but Moonbyul makes a show of it and she’s such a pretty picture like this.
Hell, you’re not going to stop her.
Moonbyul’s smile is coy when she catches you ogling her like she knows all the filthy thoughts running through your mind.
“Relax,” she says between quick breaths as she presses in closer. You grip Moonbyul’s free hand. Moonbyul flips it over lacing your fingers together, causing your heart to halt and stutter against her. “We’re both going to enjoy this.”
Moonbyul’s nose brushes up against your clit, breathing you in and sending small puffs of air over your center. Then, she pauses, leaving you wanting for a moment. She waits right up until you begin to squirm until a soft please leaves your lips. And then, as if that’s what she was waiting for, one long finger slips inside you with ease, the familiar pressure causing your eyes to roll back.
It’s been too long since anyone has done this for you.
Moonbyul presses a chaste kiss to your clit before diving her tongue between your folds, humming and vibrating against you. You are up the wall with need, each new sensation igniting a white fire in your veins. She explores your cunt just like she explored the rest of you, thoroughly mapping your entire body with her mouth and tongue, and fingers.
Moonbyul drags this out until you are dripping and pleading for her to return her attention to that bundle of nerves, before sliding another finger inside, curling at the knuckles, and playing your pleasure spot like a piano key. She learns fast, discovering where to apply more pressure each time you let out the most embarrassing noises, and exactly how much it takes to make you sing. Your toes curl as Moonbyul finds that sweet spot again and again.
“Hush,” Moonbyul murmurs from above your clit, causing you to jerk against Moonbyul’s mouth. “You don’t want anyone bursting in here to check on us now, do you?” You involuntarily clench down on her fingers and you feel Moonbyul’s smirk sweep across your inner thigh. “Or perhaps you do, naughty girl.”
With those words echoing in your mind, your orgasm builds inside you. Every thrust of Moonbyul’s fingers and every twist of her tongue brings you closer to release.
You thread your fingers through Moonbyul’s hair as delicately you can manage, but when they tighten and tug in spite of your care, Moonbyul’s movements grow more eager. She rolls her tongue harder against your clit, crooking her knuckles deeper.
There’s a sharp knock on the door and you gasp; the jump sends you right over the edge. You tighten and snap, riding out your orgasm on Moonbyul’s face, biting your fist to muffle your screams. Your vision whites out and your legs shake. Moonbyul slows her pace, gently licking around your folds as you come down from your high.
The deep voices behind the door grow louder and more urgent. You nearly panic but Moonbyul takes care of it. She pulls away far enough to shout, “Just give us a minute, we’re dealing with some girly issues if you catch my drift.”
You might have laughed if she weren’t so exhausted.
Once the footsteps fade away, Moonbyul rests her head against your thigh, looking through her lashes. “You good?” she asks softly.
You nod and smile back at her, standing to help Moonbyul fix her suit. You think about asking for your panties back but decide it would be better to save it as an excuse to see Moonbyul again.
You hop down and reach for Moonbyul’s hand, stilling yourself. “Will I be able to return the favor?”
Moonbyul cocks her head, licking the taste of you from the seam of her lips. You try not to, but you can’t help the shiver that travels up your spine at the sight.
“Is that your way of asking for my number?” Moonbyul asks, coy.
Hesitating only a moment, you reply, “Actually I was asking if you’d like to come home with me.”
Moonbyul's smooth brow creases, eyes widening. “That’s rather bold of you.”
You bite your cheek to keep from snorting. “Not nearly as bold as fucking another person’s date on a public bathroom counter.”
“That’s fair.” She hums. “You’re going to break that poor boy’s heart, you know.”
Your nose wrinkles. “Doubtful, we’d only just met.”
“So did we,” Moonbyul counters.
You lean forward, lacing your fingers with hers. “And do I have the power to break your heart, Byulie?”
Hey lovely, I saw your post regarding reblogs/feedback and I wanted to come here to say that your work is truly is amazing.
I went in a small spam of your ateez work and I will def reblog them on my rec acc
I understand that feedbacks bring motive to continue on your work and at time people forget, so just know that your post are so good 💖💖
I am an OC writer for TXT and I hope we can become moots (I am sof btw ><)
Helloo love!
Oh my goodness, you're going to make me cry. This genuinely made my whole week honestly, thank you so much!
First of all, can I just say the aesthetic of your blog is so pretty? Like I can tell you put hard work into it and it's absolutely gorgeous?? Even the theme of your rec blog is so pretty, I absolutely love and appreciate the time and effort you put in!!
Oh my gosh, yes, I literally woke up to so many of my posts reblogged and I was like ??? am i dreaming??? what is happening??? Gosh thank you for taking the time to read them and reblog and add tags, you have no idea how much joy that brought me.
We definitely do not have enough OC writers for K-pop groups on this platform, so it's really nice to see one. Again the amount of time and detail you put in?? Crazy, I'm so impressed genuinely. I would absolutely love love love to be your moot! I'm going to go through a lot more of your content today and leave feedback on my other account!
It's genuinely so lovely to meet you! Never hesitate to send me an ask or a message whenever you'd like to talk. I hope you're able to eat whenever you can today, stay hydrated, and take care of yourself!
