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🧸fluff ༘⋆ 🍒smut ༘⋆ 🔴angst ༘⋆🎈friends/strangers/enemies to lovers ༘⋆
—-> Na Baekjin Unexpected (closed for a while) [taglist: closed) 📼
Summary: Na Baekjin doesn't let anyone close like she does. And the last thing they expected was to care.
🤍Fem!Reader:
—-> Park Humin (Baku) What we don't say (1) 🧸/🔴/🎈friends to lovers/📼two-part series. (as requested) (⚠️).
Summary: As kids, they shared everything-their bond making them inseparable. Now, years later, you told him that you would be leaving for a study opportunity abroad. You didn't know how much it would affect Baku.
W/C: 3,868
Warning: language
🤍Fem!Reader:
—-> Geum Seongje Down, boy. 💬/🧵/(⚠️).
Summary: Everyone knows that Seongje bites, and you are smart enough to know better. But around you, he wags his tail.
W/C: 738
Warnings: Violence, language and gangsterism
🤍Fem!Reader:
—-> Go hyuntak (Gotak) Sickeningly in love 💬/🧸/(⚠️).
Summary: You're sick and Gotak's here to take care of you.
W/C: 1,158
Warning: language
🤍Fem!Reader:
—-> Yeon Sieun More Alike Than Not (requested by: anon) 🧸/🎈strangers to lovers.
Summary: Sieun finding his someone. Shockingly just like him
W/C: 1,806
🤍Fem!Reader:
—-> Na Baekjin Make it up to you 🍒/💬 (⚠️).
Summary: Your boyfriend's late for your fourth monthsary, and you're mad—like, really mad. But Baekjin's determined to make things right with you.
warnings: NSFW, language, praise kink, not using protection, marking/biting, oral (F!receiving) and overstimulation.
MDNI! This fanfic contains explicit sexual content, reader discretion is strongly advised. Read at your own risk. You've been warned.
W/C: 3,861
🤍Fem!Reader
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please do not copy, steal, or feed my work to AI. I put time, love and energy into every word.
outside of writing, i’ve been coming back to my artistic roots lately! though i’m more of a digital girlie now since the past 2 years…i decided to come back to traditional :’)) and woww did i miss the feeling of drawing on paper🐯 anyways, here are my favourite pieces i’ve made this april!
also about the writing part…there are ALOT and i mean..like….alooooooooot to work on. (and working on new ones..i know😂) sorry if the service is veryy slow as of now..i’m still very much blown how my works are still receiving attention and love! thank you guys so much from the very bottom of my heart. love yall!
cw: 18+, smut, colleague!reader, comedy-ish, they make out, unprotected p-in-v, reader has mild claustrophobia/fear of heights (1.6k wc)
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"Right on time."
You heave a sigh of relief. Jabbing at the highest button on the elevator with your elbows, arms stuffed full with stack of research papers. A black rimmed take out coffee cup sits on top, balancing. It was bad enough you weren't able to put out an article for weeks. Perry would have your literal head if you were late too for the nth time.
Easing back into the small lift, you relaxed your shoulders.
The left jolts when a hand wedges through the narrowing elevator gap. Doors emitting a high pitched groan before it's forced open under a shove that looked way too easy for the effort it should've taken.
You jumped out of your skin, the metal walls around you rattling under its' wake.
Blinking rapidly, you were met with a wall of chest — crisp white stretched taut that hinted at what was beneath.
"Sorry," the man pants, looking apologetic, guilty for the frazzled cat look you were sporting. His palm stay braced onto the frame, like it might close on him again. He ducks into the lift and shoulders his way into the already-too-cramped space as if he hadn't just manhandled steel.
"Would've been a nightmare to wait for the next one…thirty floors and all."
It took a beat before you'd finally craned your neck all the way up, finding him looking at you through a fringe of dark curls and his glasses slightly askew.
"Clark."
You finally breathe out in recognition, scooching to the side to make space. Your eyes squint briefly, noting the faint flush on his cheeks like he'd just sprinted ten blocks.
"…Are...you okay?"
The elevator doors let out a nasty rattle before it shuts, "yep. All's good." You let out an unconvinced hum when he returns a sheepish look.
His eyes then dart to the stack you were carrying, "finally got an article idea to work on?"
You look down at the same time, nodding with an exhale.
"Thank god for Superman. He was apparently nearby doing…'superman' stuff." He coughs. Chokes, more like it. But you don't pay attention. "I managed to snag a couple of pictures on my way here.
There wasn't an answer, though you feel the stack lift out of your hands, easing your load. "Oh. Thanks."
Clark offers you a smile, scanning through the images you took. "Lucky. I can never get photos."
"Well…" You twist the stopper of your coffee, taking hefty sips of your still warm hazelnut latte. "Yeah, but you got to interview him. That's more of a story."
He tries to pays attention to what you were saying, but as he skims through the pictures, he nearly drops everything when he notices one where there was a Daily-freaking-Planet lanyard in his hand.
That's right.
A photo of Superman, holding Clark Kent's ID tag. Sweet Jesus.
Clark could only pray that you hadn't noticed it yet.
"I could get you some face time. If you'd like."
You perk up at that. Eyes wide and looking up at him. Clark takes that moment to slip the photograph out of the stack. Crumpling it in his suit pocket.
"Seriousl—"
Eeeee—rrrrrrkkkkk.
The two of you look ahead at the same time. Feeling the elevator shudder, jolt and then lurch to a complete stop.
Your hand shoots to the railing, pressing the open button repeatedly as dread fills you. "Oh no. No no no no. This isn't. Why are we —"
Clark rubs the back of his neck, squatting down to see the doors crooked at the base. "Might've…shifted the doors when I opened them earlier."
You look to him, perplexed. "Why are you saying it like that's your fault? What? You single-handedly moved the doors bare handed?"
His lips twitched like he was holding back his words. Opting not to argue while he got back up on his feet. You on the other hand. Was looking at him panicked, and to the door. As though he could rip them open.
Which, he could. But shouldn't. Oh boy.
Clark steps ahead, setting the papers down to pretend trying opening the lift doors. "Mhm. No dice." He lets out a huff.
It actually took effort just acting like he couldn't open it.
"We're stuck aren't we. Thirty floors high. Suspended. In a metal coffin."
"Fifteen actually." You whip your head at him. Watching him gesture innocently at the digital reader at the top. "We only made it half way up."
"Not helping. Not helping at all."
The sheer mortification that grips you was unmatched, and you slam your hand on the door. "Help! Can anyone hear us?!" Clark watches in mild shock at your smaller figure suddenly glued to the metal like a rat in a trap, slamming against it like it would do anything.
"Hey." His voice cuts through your spiral, stepping up behind you, "try to breathe —"
"I am breathing!" You snap. Evidently not.
Clark twirls you around, forcing you to face him. It wasn't lost on him that you were seconds away from hyperventilating. "Not like that you aren't." He sets your coffee onto the railing, grabbing both your wrists. It seems to get your attention this time.
Your heart was still racing. Unable to soothe itself. But then, he moves one of your hand to rest on his chest and the other, rested on your own. "Here."
Clark lowers his head, words reverberating low in the lift. Even through the thin barrier of glasses, those deep blue eyes of his lock on to yours. "Match mine."
That seems to get you to stop breathing so heavily. And you focus on his heartbeat. Fingers flexing onto his chest. You nod, reluctantly listening. You caught yourself following his rhythm, breathing in & out. Until your shoulders loosen a tad.
His gaze lingers on you, staring at the way the pink darts out from your lip to coat over the pink gloss. He subconsciously rubs around your wrist with his thumb, his own heartbeat picking up. Your thumbs twitch at his chest when you notice.
It's only now you register just how close it was. How warm he was beneath your touch, and how he smelled faintly like soap and woody.
"See? Nothing to panic over." He mumbles, eyes darting from your lips and back at your eyes.
"…Except the fact that we're still suspended mid-air." You mumble.
Clark hums in thought, before his lips quirk up into a non-committal hum. "You're thinking too much."
"You're thinking too little."
He lets go of your hand, tipping your chin up with his knuckles. "I'm thinking about one very specific thing."
Clark leans in enough to brush his lips onto yours. When you part your lips in response, he steps directly into your personal bubble, notching his lips onto yours. All you can do is let out a stifled yelp into his mouth, the palm you had on his chest tightening into a fist, scrunching the fabric beneath.
His other hand, which was still holding your hand to his chest, tugs you to wrap it around his neck.
With that, Clark lifts you, just barely, pushing you back onto the railing with a thud. The both of you gasp into each others lips at impact. The lift rattling at the movement.
Your heart jumps, and he takes the opportunity to swipe his tongue over your bottom lip, licking into yours. "Mhm—nn!" You grumble into his mouth, both arms tightening around his neck. "Quit, jostling around." You grunt out. He smiles into your mouth. Pecking you lightly.
"Sorry…I've been do this for a while now." The annoyance you had melts immediately, leaning in to slide your nose next to his, kissing him with intention.
Your fingers card through the back of his head, tightening around the curls. Clark grunts at the sensation, mirroring it with a sturdy cradle to your jaw.
"C..Can I take you out? Tonight?"
You stare up at him hazily, swallowing the butterflies that churn in your gut. "Yeah." He doesn't hesitate to crash into your lips once more, grunting into each others lips and panting when you return his kisses with intensity.
He tugs you impossibly close, hiking your thigh around his hip. You feel him hardening quickly beneath his slacks, a slight grin quirking up your lips. You tilting your head to rock back into him. Swallowing in his hesitant gasps.
It takes him a great deal of effort to pull apart from you with a pop. "H-Here? Really?" His own lips were now smeared with your gloss, but he can't deny the obvious arousal that's throbbing for attention. "Shouldn't we press the emergency button?"
You take a second to think, tugging at him back to you by his tie.
"That can wait."
Clark whines into your lips, letting your fumble around at his belt, snapping it open. Thumbing his zipper down. He registers the urgency in your movement, dragging your skirt up your hips, tugging the underwear down to your ankles with one swoop.
You do the same, practically yanking his dick out.
"Geez louise — easy." He groans, pulling your hips closer to his. You meet his gaze with a slight pout, apologetic but not really saying it. Clark rolls his eyes playfully and he swipes off the remaining gloss on your lips. "Never was one for apologizing ever. Huh."
You frown, glaring at him at an intensity that hinted at something more.
"You're one to speak." It's so soft that he doesn't hear it, so he doesn't follow up.
Clark lets his digits skirt around your lips, before letting your wet them. Locking your gaze with his as you drool a little onto his fingers.
"Oh wow.." He bites the inside of his cheeks at your eagerness, pulling it out with a string of saliva connecting. Your gaze on him borders on desperate now, holding onto his shoulders when he brings it to your pussy.
He drags the wetness of his fingers to your folds. Meeting a surprising slickness there. Clark nudges his finger deep, massaging your walls enough before he pulls out. Earning a whine from you.
"Wish...we didn't have to rush." He mutters, more so to himself, coating his fingers, dragging the slick over his cock.
"This is gonna hurt for a sec." You nod against his shoulder, and Clark nudges his thick tip into your pussy. And he pushes further —
The both of you jolt when there's sudden clatter heard outside the lift. Clark pulls out hastily.
"Shit!" You're already being lifted to the ground, two hands helping you to adjust your skirt back in place. "Clark, worry about yourself first." You bite out, head gesturing at his dick out in the air, while hopping on one knee trying to slip back into your underwear. Your other palm snapping out to wipe your gloss off his face.
"Ow, ow! I got it, alright." He mumbles, rubbing his face clean with his sleeves and turning to the corner of the lift with a semblance of shame.
The doors are pried open with a banshee-like creak. And the two of you stand there. Stiffly. Smiling. The firefighters looking at the two of you.
"Everybody okay?"
"Yep. We're good." Your voices blend together stupidly. Thankfully, they don't question it, escorting the two of your our of the shaft.
Clark looks at you with a sigh, rubbing his temples as the two of you take the other elevator up the office.
"I meant what I said earlier."
He finally says, before you part ways in the entrance of the bullpen. You tilt your head back at him with a knowing smile.
1k reblogs on my seongje fic, wilddd. Sorry for having not post in a while. I've been doing crazy school works and shi :(( i dont have that much time to finish/create fics
