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Yoseob Dream #1
I was in the kitchen, cooking sauce so that I could make a lasagna. Yoseob had his elbows over the counter, watching me. Rocking back and forth on his heels he spoke up asking for me to 'Make an extra cheesy iguana' instead of lasagna. I did a soft snort and playfully agreed. Yoseob was a little embarrassed, but knew it was gentle teasing, and he was excited to eat.
Hopelessly - Gikwang
(Admin: babyboiii, this wasn't good sorry it was like 2 am)
You are just a stylist, Gikwang was nice to you because it’s work. That’s what you keep telling yourself, but despite that, your heart still flutters when he smiles at you or thanks you for doing his hair and makeup. You wish you could just make it stop, you wish you could turn your emotions off because you know you’re just a stylist nothing more.
“Y’N, you’re still here,” Gikwang says with a smile walking into the room where you had been silently lost in thought for what felt like days, you break from your thought turning towards him, nodding softly, “you should get going, but it’s not safe for a woman to walk alone late at night,” he mumbles.
“I’ll be fine,” you mumble, putting away the last few brushes that were left on your counter and moving the hairspray back to its correct place.
“I’ll walk you, it’s not far from here,” Gikwang hurries out catching up to you, you shake your head.
“It’s fine really, Gikwang,” you mumble, he continues to walk beside you, your heart is racing in your chest.
“If something happened to you because I let you walk alone at night I wouldn’t forgive myself,” Gikwang whines.
“You’re an idol, it could cause a misunderstanding,” you mumble, trying to keep your feelings from talking and stay logical.
“I can always just tell them you’re my stylist it’s not a lie,” he mumbles, you let out a sigh it felt hopeless to try and reason with him.
“Fine,” you mumble stuffing your hands into your pockets, Gikwang smiles walking beside you.
The walk was mostly silent between the two of you, but your mind was racing with fears of being seen and fears of being with him alone. You bite the inside of your cheek softly, hoping your mind wouldn’t get too ahead of itself.
“We’re here,” you mumble, looking at the house behind the gate, Gikwang does the same.
“You have a really nice house,” Gikwang blurts out, “who all are you a stylist for,” you let out a laugh covering your mouth.
“I own a makeup line,” you explain opening the gate, “I’ll see you tomorrow Gikwang, thank you,” you bow slightly heading to your door.
“I knew she was too pretty to just be a stylist, but who knew she owns a makeup line, do you think she models for it too,” Gikwang rushes out sitting cross-legged across from Yoseob, who was mostly ignoring him.
“She doesn’t model for the brand, but she does own a store,” Junhyung jumps into the conversation, “she has had mamamoo model for her brand before,” Junhyung mumbles mindlessly.
“She’s so cool,” Gikwang mumbles scrolling through articles about you, “I thought she was just a stylist,” he mutters.
“She’s your stylist,” Yoseob mumbles not really knowing what Gikwang was talking about, “she only wants to be a stylist to us,” Yoseob mumbles still more focused on his computer than he is Gikwang, “Junhyung just dug through her Instagram for three days.”
“She’s talented,” Gikwang mumbles mindlessly, “I caught her singing one of our songs while she was cleaning the other day,” he says with a laugh, smiling fondly at the memory.
“Just say you like her already,” Junhyung complains, “that’s the only thing you’ve not said,” he tries to sound annoyed.
“I do like her, but I’m just her client, right?” He sighs, “I can’t be anything more to keep both of us safe.”
“Just date her if you want to,” Yoseob whines, “why do both of you sound so similar?”
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12 Days of Christmas: Day 4 w/ Yoseob
The holidays are exhausting. Now, you didn't hate them. Quite the contrary, but the holiday season, a late party at a friend's and the commute home nearly took the life out of you. Had it not been for Yoseob, you would have crashed already. How can somehow wear a tacky sweater and still make you want to jump their bones was a good question. That you definitely did NOT have the answer for. But your shoes being kicked off and his keys being thrown on the table by the door. Your back against the bed, as Yoseob started to undress as well. His pants kicked to the floor and him climbing onto the bed himself. Though a strange sound was heard. Looking down you saw that he had gotten another festive pair of underwear. Though this one could be best decried as an upside-down elf hat, with bells. How you hadn't heard the sound earlier was something you would contemplate later, but the laugh that it pulled from you was not something you could stop. Though the mood is in no way hurt by the discovery. Yoseob 'jingling you ALL the way'
Tense - Gikwang (m)
(Admin: Babyboiii, sorry it’s short. I have a thing for Gikwang in an office setting.)
You slid onto the ground under Gikwang’s desk, he quirked an eyebrow at you curiously, looking towards the door that led into his office.
“What’re you thinking,” he asked faking innocence, “someone could come in,” both of you knew you had locked his door when you came in.
You trailed your hands up his pants covered upper thighs, you could feel his muscles tensing already from the slight contact. You let one of your hands lightly drag over the bulge that was starting to form in his dress pants, he let out a shaky sigh, his eyes staring down at you.
“We could get caught,” Gikwang muttered.
You popped the button on his pant dragging the zipper down, you cupped his bulge grinding your hand onto it. Gikwang let out a soft groan shutting his eyes. You moved your hand to the top of his pants pulling them down slowly. Gikwang let out a whine, his eyes burning holes into the back of your head.
“Hurry up,” he growled, “Y'N don’t tease,” he went back to his usual whiny tone.
You slid your hand under his boxers wrapping your hand around his heated length. You gripped his length sliding your hair along it, Gikwang let out a groan closing his eyes. You pulled his boxers down letting his length free, he let out a soft groan sinking his teeth into his bottom lip from the cool air hitting his hot member. You leaned forward pressing your lips to his member letting your hand stay at the base of his member. You darted your tongue out to circle the head of his length before sliding down the underside of his length, he gripped the arms of his chair to keep from tangling his fingers into your hair.
You climbed back up to the tip of his length wrapping your lips around it and letting him slide into your mouth. You clenched your thumb in your fist to keep from gagging to push him further into your mouth. You moved slowly to tease him, his hips lifted up making his chair squeak. You gripped his thighs to try and keep him from moving. His knuckles turned white from gripping so tightly.
“Hurry up,” he hissed, he let go of the arms of the chair lacing his fingers into your hair guiding you onto him.
You let out a moan when he tugged your hair, he bucked his hips up from the vibrations groaning. you glanced up at him through your lashes while you bobbed your head at the speed he picked, he tilted his head back letting out quiet grunts and groans, he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to hold back the sounds threatening to pass his lips. He released his bottom lip sharp exhales falling from his lips, you started to move faster on his length, he bucked forward to meet them.
You knew he was getting close, the vein on the side of his length was becoming more prominent and you could see sweat forming on his forehead and neck. The thrusts of his hips we becoming erratic, incoherent broken sentences passed his lips. His whole body tensed with his release, the taste of him filled your mouth, his eyes were shut tightly his hands gripping your hair. You did your best to swallow his release pulling away from his length with a lewd pop. He shivered from the loss of your hot mouth.
“Why are you so good at that,” he breathed out finally opening his eyes.
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Office - Gikwang (m)
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➢ Heir!Gikwang x chef/fiancèe!reader
You pushed open the door to Gikwang’s office stepping inside, carrying the bento box by your side. Gikwang looked up at you smiling softly.
“You came,” Gikwang said happily, you nodded setting the box down onto his desk, “oh, is this from the restaurant,” he moved his computer to the side pulling the box closer to him.
“Yeah, I left to bring you lunch,” you sat across from him, “I haven’t seen you in two weeks,” he hummed resting his head on his hand, you turned away from him glancing down at your hands.
“Do you want me to make that up to you,” Gikwang said in a low tone pushing his chair back, “I can lock the door, then you’ll have me all to yourself,” you took in a shaky breath biting your bottom lip.
Gikwang walked behind you, you could hear the click of the lock. Gikwang turned your chair making you face him, he held the arms of the chair leaning over you.
“Seeing you in that short skirt, those high heels,” he clicked his tongue, “you’re so tempting,” he leaned down pressing his lips to yours, you grabbed his triceps leaning forward to kiss him harder.
He bit down on your bottom lip, you parted them in response allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. His tongue explored the inside of your mouth, him leaning down, the chair leaned back hitting his desk. Gikwang pulled away from your lips, his eyes darted around his office, he clicked his tongue once more. He turned around completely towards the couch in his office, pulling you up from the seat.
He pushed you back into a sitting position on the couch, crouching down in front of you. Gikwang pressed his lips to yours once more, he rested his hands on your knees lightly pushing them apart so he could fit himself between them. He pressed his lips to your jaw, kissing down your neck sucking on the junction that connects your neck to your shoulder.
He trailed his hands up your thigh until he reached the bottom of your shirt. He undid the buttons on your shirt, slipping it off your shoulders. He bit along your collarbone, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. He kissed the valley of your breast sucking red marks in between them. He moved over to wrap his lips around your nipple sucking it into his mouth, while his hand grabbed and fondled your other breast.
He trailed his hands down your side, his lips following. He laced his fingers under the top of your skirt, he trailed one of his hand across your lower stomach undoing the button on the front of your skirt. He sat back tugging your skirt down, you helped him to get your skirt off. He continued by pulling your panties down at a painfully slow pace.
He trailed his hands back up your inner thighs, you shivered in response your eyes falling close. You could feel his breath against your heat before his lips wrapped around your clit, his fingers running along your slit, barely pushing inside of you. You gripped your hands into his hair, his name falling from your lips in a breathy sigh.
He pushed a single digit inside of you pumping it slowly while he drew circles on your clit with his tongue. You squirmed pushing yourself closer to him to feel more friction, which only made him slow his pace more. You tugged harder against his hair resulting in a growl from him, his pace slowly crept up in speed. He added another digit scissoring them inside of you.
He abruptly sped up his pace pumping roughly into you and letting his teeth close around your clit. He pulled his fingers from you, you didn’t have time to complain, his mouth and fingers switching places, he pushed his tongue inside of you lapping your insides, while his fingers pressed rough circles to your clit.
Your lips were parted sharp exhales along with his name passing your lips. You gripped his hair pulling him closer to you, you could feel him smirk against your core, his movements becoming rougher Gikwang growled sending vibrations through you. He started to move sloppier trying to get you to meet your end, you brushed your fingers through his hair your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to try and control your sounds.
Your walls began to tighten around Gikwang’s tongue, he sped up his movements on your clit. Your mind went blank all you could focus on was the pleasure Gikwang was giving you, your muscles tensed when you released clenching around him, your grip in his hair tightened. He lapped your juices overstimulating you in the process before he pulled his head back running his hands across your thighs when he stood leaning over you.
You fumbled with the front of his pants when a knock came to his office door, followed by an attempt to turn his doorknob. He let out a frustrated sigh glaring at the door.
“Get your clothes on,” he said quietly, wiping his face, you nodded struggling to get your clothes back on.
He waited until you were dressed to open the door.
“You received a business proposition,” the secretary said glancing over at you, I didn’t know Ms. Y’N was here, I’m sorry to interrupt,” she bowed her head apologetically, she left shortly after.
“We’re finishing this at home,” he said in a challenging manner.
“No objections,” you stood up, brushing your hair behind your back, Gikwang pressed a quick kiss to your lips.
“I’ll see you at home,” he said sweetly before stepping back over to his desk, “Thank you for lunch,” he said holding up the bento box with a laugh.
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Lost - Junhyung
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“Do you want me to call someone to come get you,” Junhyung said softly his index finger mindlessly wrapping strands of your hair around itself.
“Who would you call,” you muttered closing your eyes, “I only have you,” a few tears slid down your cheek while your mind went a million different directions trying to focus on anything.
“You remember,” he rested his hand on your head pulling your head closer to his thigh, “I’m sorry,” he choked out.
“Why didn’t you tell me,” you gripped the couch cushion, you sat up locking your eyes onto his.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to handle-” you cut him off
“-because it was so much better for me to find out like this, right,” the image played through your head a few times over, “my Dongsang died and I couldn’t even remember him,” he shifted lifting a shaky hand to wipe tears that trailed down your cheeks.
“I lost my Noona you’re not the only one who was hurt,” he pulled you against his chest resting his head atop of your own.
“I’m sorry,” you choked out gripping his shirt your eyes were wide open, but you couldn’t see anything in the room around you all you could see was the wreck.
“It wasn’t your fault,” he muttered, “you don’t remember everything that happened or what car you were in,” he took in a sharp breath, “you’re lost and jumping to conclusions because you can’t remember,” he rubbed your back soothingly.
You weren’t sure how long the two of you sat like that him whispering sweet words mixed with apologies.
“We still have each other right,” you muttered pulling your head back, his eyes were red, he smiled looking away from your eyes nodding.
“You always have me,” he brushed some of your hair from your face and whipped away tears.
“Thank you,” you pressed your lips into a line, “it’s late, go to bed.”
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