childish fear | l. juyeon

⚔ pairing: stranger!juyeon x single mom! fem! reader
⚔ genre: fluff
⚔ wc : 3.2k
⚔ tw: none
⚔ a/n: im so sorry it’s been so long but my work keeps me super busy and i hate my unposted fics that i wrote in the past, hence my absence. i promise to come back here asap!! <33
⚔ requested: no

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“Mommy, where are we going?” your daughter asked for the nth time as you guided her foot by the ankle in her shoe. Her tiny hand leant on your shoulder while you fastened the Velcro straps and zipped up her jacket, walking out of your apartment to the corridor of your floor. She watched you locked the front door and sliding the keys in your handbag before grabbing her hand to the elevator.

“As I’ve told you, we’re heading to a coffee shop to see Uncle Kevin and Jinseon, remember?” she clapped in her hands as if she just learnt the news, despite her asking this question over five times since she woke up. You forgave her because she was at the age where she would find everything fascinating and barely pay attention to what you said. You chuckled and shook your head with a smile as her curious eyes observed the elevator, touching the mirror and gasping at the coldness of it under her palm. It was almost guaranteed that she didn’t listen and will ask again in a couple of minutes.

“Where are we going?” here we go again, her tiny voice reaching your ear above the roaring motor of the bus. She grabbed your leg as you were typing something on your phone with one hand, the other gripping the metallic bar as tight as possible as your daughter was not the most balanced child.

“Baby, I’ve told you many times that we are going to see Kevin and Jinseon at the coffee shop because Mommy and Uncle Kevin have to do something for work,” you looked at her with stern eyes, something you always did when she wasn’t paying attention.

“But why aren’t we going to their house? It’s so big!” she argued, and the bus doors opened, quickly sliding your phone in your back pocket and jumped out of the bus with your daughter in your arms.

“Uncle Kevin wants to change the interior of the house, so people work there, and it’s not safe for them and us to meet there. But I promise that we’ll go back there soon!”

“I won’t be able to draw with Jinseon?” you shook your head from side to side, and your daughter pouted, nuzzling her face in your neck.

“Not at his house, but maybe he brought a colouring book like yours today!” you exclaimed, and her mood lifted instantly, getting all giddy and happy to share her passion with her best friend.

Pushing the door of the coffee shop, you were instantly met with a reassuring warmth and the good smell of coffee, placing your daughter back on the ground as you lined up to order. The place was quite busy, but you were right before the time people were fighting to get a table.

“Mommy, this table!” she asked and pointed her little finger towards a table near the window, her little topknot moving on her head as she looked up at you.

“Good choice, baby,” you said, and she grabbed your hand again, noticing her gaze shifting to something scared. You frowned as she went to stand in front of you, her hands gripping your thighs as she stared up at you.

You asked for your usual order and a strawberry smoothie for your daughter, who happily giggled when she saw the sliced fruit inside of her transparent cup. She laughed and ran to the table you had agreed on occupying, her little hands pressed on the seat as she hoisted herself alone on it.

A few minutes after giving your daughter her pens and colouring books, your phone rang in your back pocket, getting you out of your bubble of focus as you stopped typing.

“Hello?” you said, and your best friend’s voice reached your ear.

“Hi Y/N, I’m really sorry to warn you only now, but I won’t be able to make it with Jinseon.” A wave of disappointment flooded your heart, but you didn’t raise it.

“Oh my. Did something happen?” you asked as your daughter was too busy colouring a monkey pink to even hear what you were talking about.

“Thankfully no, I uhm… I forgot that my in-laws invited us to a five-star restaurant today,” he said, and you bitterly chuckled, feeling sorry for him as you knew the exhausting relationship he had with them.

“Sounds fun,” you sarcastically said as you heard him sigh on the other side of the phone, “don’t worry, we can always meet up another time.”

“Won’t Chunae be disappointed?” Kevin asked, and you emitted a laugh, quickly looking to the side as someone at the table next to yours drew a chair.

“I’ll handle her, don’t worry about it. Have fun with your most favourite people in the world, then!” you sarcastically said, and you heard him sigh.

“Thanks, but I’d rather die than witnessing my mother-in-law brag againabout the new diamond necklace she bought and lie on how she’s not close to bankrupting,” you giggled and winked at your daughter, amused by the situation. That was what you got to have your stepson handling the family accounts and his best friend as an assistant counsellor. You both could see her lieto everyone, and it was funny.

“Try to make her understand that you know she’s lying in front of everyone else and see how she reacts,” you suggested and heard him gasp at your words.

“I beg you Y/N, can you please schedule us an appointment so I can ruin her?”

“Of course,” you opened another tab on your computer, typing and clicking on a few things to finally get to your best friend’s schedule.

“You can tell her that she can come on Friday at 1 pm to discuss about her financial state. I just sent her an email,” you announced, and Kevin sighed, imagining him biting his lower lip and clutch his fist in satisfaction.

“You’re the best. I gotta go now,” you took a sip of your drink and wished him good luck before hanging up.

“M-Mommy?” you heard your daughter whisper, barely making out her words as the coffee shop music and the hustling was quite loud. You smiled, but it immediately vanished as you saw her scared state, pen lingering on the pages of her colouring book. Her eyes were drawn to the table next to yours, her mouth trembling from time to time, close to crying.

Following her gaze, you noticed a man around your age and immediately understood your daughter’s fear as you took in the sight. The man was scrolling on his phone, his white t-shirt hugging his broad shoulders and slender torso perfectly. His biceps flexed each time he swiped up his finger on the screen or took a sip of coffee, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. You weren’t going to lie that he was super handsome, but something else couldn’t go unnoticed in your eyes.

His tattoos.

He was covered in them. Your eyes could scarcely spot some natural, intact skin. Arms, forearms, chest and neck, only his face remained untouched. His jet-black hair was as dark as his eyes, yet they still held something soft and human in them. A thin nose with plumped, pinkish lips, it would have been almost impossible for you to guess that he had tattoos all over his body if you only saw his face.

You found him quite attractive to say the least, but it was quite the opposite for your daughter. She found tattoos terrifying, only accepting the small, hidden ones Kevin had. Her eyes welled up with tears, and you gently called her name, gesturing her to come closer. She jumped out of her seat, carefully going around the table from the opposite side where the man was sitting and walked towards you.

“Baby, those are just tattoos. You see what you draw and colour in your books with Jinseon? This man decided to do it on his skin because he likes drawings too!” you explained gently as your daughter couldn’t tear her gaze off the man.

“But it’s scary,” she mumbled, and you shook your head, gently cradling her cheek.

“Do you find the drawings on Uncle Kevin’s skin scary?” you asked, and she disagreed, finally looking up at you.

“It’s the same for him. Like Uncle Kevin, he decided to get them on his skin because he likes the shapes and colours. Do you understand?” you smiled as she wiped her teary eyes, nodding, trying to look confident. But you knew your daughter, she was still scared.

“Do you want to switch seats with Mommy?”

“No,” she said in a frail voice, and you kissed her cheek while rubbing her back. It was always the same. Bizarrely, when she feared something, she wanted to stay close to it as if she was determined of getting over her irrational fear.

Chunae walked back on her seat and resumed colouring, her gaze looking to her left from time to time. You smiled and stared at your computer again, getting distracted by the man as well, but not for the same reasons as your daughter.

“You’re a mother Y/N, don’t let those stupid thoughts get inside your head,” you closed your eyes and mentally slapped yourself, heavily sighing as you answered some emails, focusing back on your work.

You were so concentrated on your tasks that you didn’t even notice what was happening in front of you. Chunae became terrified as the man caught her staring, his eyes transforming into crescent moons when he softly waved at her. Her eyes widened and started colouring faster, her nose almost touching the paper as if she wanted everything around her to disappear. It happened once, twice, but she remembered what you always told her; never talk to strangers. So when the young man whispered a small ‘hi!’ to her, she panicked and called for you.

“Mommy!” she got you out of your work bubble, and you stared at her from above your computer screen, fingers still typing on the computer. Your hands stopped when you noticed her little forefinger pointing at the man, whose chocolate eyes were quick to shift to yours.

Shit, he was really handsome.

“What is it, sweetpea?” you asked and lowered your computer screen. “I’m sorry for her behaviour, she’s not usually like that,” you said, grabbing her hand as you sent an apologetic smile to the man.

He shook his head with a smile. “Don’t worry about it, I get it. She’s still quite young,” you were sized by a shiver when two sets of white, perfectly aligned teeth almost blinded you as his mouth stretched into a bigger smile.

“I’m five!” she said, pouting, crossing her arms on her chest, staring at the table with furrowed brows.

The young man’s eyes widened, and pursed his lips, trying to hold back a smile as he acknowledged her stubbornness. You puffed and rolled your eyes at her behaviour, noticing with a smirk that she was still glancing at his tattoos.

“What’s your name?” he asked after looking at you, asking for permission. Your daughter’s unsure eyes stared at you, and you nodded, allowing her to talk to him.

“Ch-Chunae,” she answered, and his mouth transformed into a surprised ‘o’, letting out a small gasp.

“That’s a very pretty name, I’m Juyeon,” he said, and your daughter blushed, a veil of shyness appearing in her eyes as he held out his hand for her to shake it. You smiled as he indirectly complimented you for choosing her name, his gaze softening as she timidly grabbed his hand. Her eyes couldn’t help but scrutinise his tattooed hand with attention, making the man smile fondly and brightly.

“I have drawings all over my arms, do you want to see them?” he asked, keeping a great eye on you to see any sign of reluctance. Or maybe it was for something else, but you didn’t need to know about this.

“But they’re scary,” she said, and Juyeon whole-heartedly laughed, drawing the sleeve of his t-shirt to the top of his shoulder.

“Look at this one,” he said as he twisted his biceps, noticing a dragon spitting fire and your daughter’s eyes widened. He then turned his forearm to show her a dolphin near the crook of his elbow, smiling as he watched your daughter’s expression change as she saw all his tattoos on his arms. She was now mesmerised by the tattoos, the gentle, deep voice of the man explaining to her as she stared at his inked arms.

“Do you wanna colour this one?” he asked, finger showing the rose on the back of his hand.

“Really?” Chunae was surprised by his question, and Juyeon smiled at you, your daughter already grabbing her red pen.

“You really don’t have to,” you embarrassingly said, but the man shook his head, resting his large hand in front of your daughter, who pushed all her belongings to the side.

“If that can keep her quiet while you work, I don’t mind,” he stated, and you raised your eyebrows, a grateful smile drawn on your face.

Colouring the red rose ended up inking the poor man’s entire arm, who had a lot of patience and discipline when it came to children. Chunae went over the line with her pen a few times, only to have him reassure and praise her to continue when she started feeling guilty.

“Oh no!” she gasped as her hand clumsily went over the scales of the snake circling his forearm, Juyeon chuckling before wetting his thumb to erase the misdrawn ink.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, keep going,” he said in a gentle tone, smiling at your daughter as she was looking for reassurance.

You had told him a few times that he didn’t have to stay the entire day only here to occupy your daughter, but he genuinely was alright with that. He looked almost happy to talk with you and your daughter since you had stopped working a few moments ago to exchange a few words of politeness with him before heading home.

“Chunae, finish your smoothie before we go home,” you said, and she obeyed, nodding as she placed her pen down and started sipping on her drink.

“I’m really sorry for this,” you gestured to his arms, but he was quick to cut you.

“Ma’am, it’s okay, please stop apologising, I gave my agreement for her to do this. You seem like busy parents with your husband, I’m glad I could help,” he smiled, and you frowned.

“H-Husband?” you asked and Juyeon’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“O-oh? Wasn’t it your husband on the phone?” you shook your head at his words, only to have him purse his lips in utter embarrassment. “Sorry for assuming,” he said, the tip of his ears turning pink just like his cheeks.

“It’s okay, it was my best friend. I’m actually a single mom,” you explained, and he nodded, his features expressing admiration.

“Wow, you must be super strong then,” he said, and you blinked a few times, discerning something sad appearing in his eyes as he stared at your daughter. It was inappropriate and way too intrusive to ask him about his reaction, so you just offered him a grateful smile.

“I have to admit that it’s not always easy being alone in this, but with a bit of discipline and organisation, you can manage to make it work!” you tried to enlighten the mood, and Juyeon laughed along, but his smile had lost its splendour.

He cleared his throat, and you stood up, your daughter being finally done with her smoothie. You helped her place her pens in the pouch before clearing your belongings off the table, Juyeon standing up as well.

“Will I get to colour your tattoos again?” Chunae asked, and you looked at her sternly, but Juyeonlaughed and smiled, gently ruffling her hair.

“This only depends on if your Mommy wants to see me again,” Juyeoncrouched down to her level and made sure to get her hair out of the way before zipping her light jacket up to the chin.

You were taken aback by his answer, looking at him in the eyes. Vaguely smiling, he stood back up and stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, thumbs playing with the belt loops as he waited for your answer. You breathed in heavily as you stared around you but in his eyes, trying to find an excuse.

“I mean… why not?” you eventually said, and his face brightened, his ears going pink at your answer. You grabbed your daughter’s hand as she was about to run to Juyeon and walked to the exit of the coffee shop, not believing what you’ve just agreed to.

Meeting a man? After your ex? With all the work and busy life that you had? Were you crazy?

Juyeonheld out the door for you, and you thanked him, your daughter now almost best friend with the man she feared when he appeared. You sighed and replaced your bag on your shoulder, offering a soft smile to the man.

“Is it okay if we wait a bit before all of… this? I have the deadline of a big project that is coming up next week and it has a considerable influence on the future of my career, I really don’t want to mess it up,” you explained, and Juyeonnodded, his hand going to your bag to shove your key ring back inside since it was falling out.

“It’s more than okay, I’ll wait as long as it takes you to finish this and be ready to meet up with me,” he said, and your mouth fell open, surprised by his attitude. The last man you dated and loved unconditionally dropped the family he had created with you for a career abroad and another woman, his words and behaviour offering warmth to your broken, lonely heart.

You got your phone out and took Juyeon’s number, a relieved smile painted on your face. Maybe not all the men were as selfish and nasty as your ex.

“Call me if you need anything. It can be help, someone to look after her, comfort. Whatever you need, I’ll try to help you out as much as I can,” he said and rested a hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing it.

“Thank you,” you said, and he nodded with a smile.

“Good luck with everything,” you beamed and waved at him, your daughter imitating you as you started walking to the bus stop, hailing the vehicle as it was approaching.

Juyeonwalked in the opposite way to the small parking lot in front of the coffee shop, his leg swinging over his motorcycle. He sat there for a minute, watching you get on the bus before the doors closing behind you, holding his helmet in hand. You were a busy, ambitious woman, you had set your priorities high, and you were not going to change them for a man. He was a bit scared of committing to a relationship with a busy woman and a child, yet that didn’t prevent him from wanting to get to know you and finding you attractive. He loved it even if he was a bit anxious about getting hurt, as it happened in his past way too many times to his likings.

His gloved hand moved side to side as the bus drove past him, your daughter on your hip as you both waved at him. The smile you had plastered on your face reassured him, hoping that you would give his heart a break and not break it.

After going through the inbox and organizing all our requests by member, I can tell you that y’all are some thirsty people!! XD You’re definitely the most thirsty for Suga who by far had the most requests, and least so for poor Jin. Overall there’s SIX PAGES of requests, not including ships!! Hopefully I’ll get started on that huge list soon!

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Group: BTS
Member: Park Jimin
Type: Multi-part series 1/?,fluff, smut, Bad Boy! Jimin
A/N: Please note that this will be multiple parts and that some of them will contain smut and sensitive language. 

                       || Once you enter my territory, you’re mine ||

Deep down, we all have a dark, mysterious side, which is just waiting to be uncovered by us.
We all want to make bad decisions, at least once, just to see where they’ll take us in the end, even if they’ll end up haunting us. It’s the thrill to rebel, to not follow rules, which makes it exciting to step out your comfort zone and discover the person you’ve always envied to be.
              To me, it’s always been the complete opposite. I’ve always wanted this ‘dark side’ to stay buried deep inside of me, so that no one will ever reach it.
Unraveling this ‘mysterious’ and I guess, maybe ‘charming’ side of mine, terrifies me so much, that just the thought of stepping out of the norm, makes me want to step directly back into it.
When my eyes fell asleep, I’ve always dreamed of dating bad guys, the ones that make the wrong decisions seem so right, break your heart a dozen times and make it seem as if nothing in the world is wrong. Dreamed of sneaking out late at night on weekdays, with the innocent intend of watching over-rated Netflix shows with the High School womanizer and end up making out heavily and missing the entire movie.
But these dreams will never be anything more than my deepest desires until one day, I finally have the guts to step out of my norm.

Look at me.
               I stretched the thought across the wide hallway to the lockers on the other side. Or more specifically, to the boy standing in front of those lockers.
He was cursing as he spun a lock dial back and forth, every so often tugging on the latch and then throwing his head back when it refused to budge. I liked the way his muscles moved under his shirt when he tensed up to try again. 
           “Thirty-two, thirteen…no, thirteen, thirty two…shit!”
He banged his hand on the locker in frustration, then turned to lean against it, blowing a thin strain of hair out of his eye.
Look at me, look at me. 
               Not that I had any idea what I would do if he did look at me, but I wasn’t exactly practicing my invisibility. I had pushed my grey ski cap back off my face – not far enough to tease out any curls, but far enough that if he looked my way, he might see my eyes. 
But he didn’t. Look that is. 
His gaze was focused on one end of the hall instead, his eyes narrowed in a laser-like search. I wondered who he was watching for and hoped, beyond reason, that it wasn’t a girl. And then, he disappeared as soon as the bell rang.  
Alone in the hallway, I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin. 
I’m glad he didn’t look at me.
But the problem, with having only yourself to talk to is you always know when you’re lying.

I rambled over the school’s empty hallways, while everyone was long gone. My footstep echoed in the stretched hallway, that just a few moments ago, was packed with the most different kind of students. When the final bell rang, they suddenly were no longer any different.
All stormed for the exit and aiming for home. Except for him.

               Park Jimin.

5’8 with pitch black hair that matched his dark brown eyes perfectly, part of the school’s Hip-Hop dance team, womanizer and what you may call, ‘a bad boy’. Rumor has it that he’s had over twenty girlfriends as of December, with no longer than a week gap between each.  But at the beginning of January, he ended it with his twentieth capture and had been single for over two weeks.
Rumors spread across school quickly, some said that he had finally come to his senses, other’s side that he had fallen in love with someone unreachable and the football jogs claimed that he had wandered through the opposite shore because we were no longer able to satisfy his needs.
But no matter how many rumors were spread about him at school and no matter how many parties he went to long after his practice ended, he was always the most dedicated, hardworking person I’ve come to meet.

               When I thought I’ve killed enough time and was positive, that he and his team would have been long gone, I made my way to the school’s dance studio. At first, Park Jimin, leader of the Hip-Hop Unit, was the only person allowed keys to the studio but after I’ve showed our principal that I’m worthy of owning my own set of keys, he allowed me to practice after they finish, as long as I clean up after me, and them.
When I arrived at the door’s, I carefully placed my bag down and put my ear against the door to ensure that no music was playing.
When I could’ve sworn that I heard footsteps and beats, I concentrated on the noises more but before I was able to hear them again, they were gone and the door swung open.
I stumbled into the dance studio, directly into his arms.
He held me by my shoulders so that I wouldn’t fall and kept his hands there a little longer. I carefully looked up at him through locks that slipped out of my cap from the abrupt stop and could feel the blood rushing into my cheeks.
               “Sorry-,” was the only thing I was able to stutter out before he took his hands off my shoulders and laughed quietly. “We’ve decided to practice a little longer today since they don’t seem to remember the correct choreography,-“his eyes moved down my body slowly, carefully eyeing my attire. “but we’re down for today.”
I nodded, taking a step back so that I could breathe freely without breathing in his strong mixture of sweat and cologne and let him and his pack walk past me.
Once I heard the door shut behind me, I gasped for air, realizing that all the things that could’ve gone wrong at our first interaction, just happened and that I, for certain, would not be his 21^stgirlfriend.
Not that I ever thought I was able to be.
He always aimed for the classic High School bitch. Girls that don’t care about anything else but their reputation, hair and nails. Girls he can break up with without them even batting an eye.  He didn’t care about the wallflowers of the school and to my luck, I was one of them.
I quickly erased the thought of him out of my head and sat down in front of the mirrors to stretch. For less than two hours, there was nothing standing between me and my confidence.
For the limited time given, I didn’t have to worry about fat shaming, body issues, sweaty strings of hair sticking to my forehead or being a straight A-student. For two hours, I’m at one with the music.
I was ready to go through the choreography to one of my favorite songs when suddenly the doors busted open and Park Jimin stepped in once again.
I stared at him in the mirror, my heart beating rapidly fast. His eyes quickly moved from my behind up my body and met my gaze in the mirror. “I forgot my keys at home. Don’t forget to lock the doors when you finish, okay?” he asked and I nodded hesitantly, smiling at him carefully.

And in that moment, I could’ve sworn that all the things that were said about him were not what he truly was.

Youngmi~

Your Number

Summary:You give your number to San during a fansign not expecting anything, but later that night your phone rings… (based off of that one NCT moment)

Pairing:San x Reader

Word count:1.6kdefinitely not proofread

Smut Warnings: Phone Sex

Kinda hate it kinda love it- idk how I feel about this

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This is the day you’ve been waiting for all month. The day you will meet the absolute loves of your life. You had won a fansign ticket after buying an insane amount of albums you finally got it!

You’ve never met any of the members before and you’ve never been this nervous in your life. The staff guided your group into an empty room with the long table teasing everyone.

You held your album tight as you sat in the second row, very close to where the members would be standing. There was a countdown on the screen and each minute seemingly dragged on as music played softly in the background.

You made small talk with the people around you until the countdown finally reaches zero. The room is loud as screams and applause fill the room before everyone introduces themselves.

Your heart is beating out of your chest as your eyes scan each of the members before they fall on San. Choi San… that man is the most attractive person you’ve seen in your entire life. You’re unable to tear your eyes away from him but suddenly the two of you make eye contact. He flashes you a smile and your hand slaps over your mouth as you look away.

Your heart rate never goes down as they go through a few choreographies and talk with everyone before the meet starts. The first row makes their way to stand in a line to greet the members.

Your body starts to heat up as the nerves really start to get to you when your turn starts to come up. Once your row is called you quickly make your way to the front of the room. Yunho is the first member and you sit down with the biggest smile on your face. Yunho asks you a few questions and can’t help but gush a little bit as you praise him.

You make your way down the members until you get to the last one which happens to be San. San immediately complements you and your ego absolutely skyrockets.

You introduce yourself and talk for a bit before San holds your hands as you gesture him closer like you’re about to tell him a secret, “Don’t tell anyone… but you’re my bias.”

San opens his mouth in shock before he laughs softly, “Really?!”

You nod as you giggle, “Mhm. I think you’re really pretty.”

San’s head tilts as he scans your figure, “No! Have you seen yourself?” Your mouth drops slightly and your face gets hot as you try to cover your face, “No you’re so pretty let me see!”

You pull away for a second and reach in your pocket to pull out a slip of paper. You jokingly wink as you hand the paper to San. A smile forms on his face as he opens the paper seeing what he assumes is your number, “You know you shouldn’t be giving your number out to everyone, right?”

You laugh at his joking tone as you speak up, “It’s okay, you’re not a stranger, right?”

San gives you an innocent smile as he leans in, “But you know I am just a man… What if I call you late at night? Hmm?”

You look San straight in the eyes with your head tilted slightly, “And I’ll stay up all night waiting for it. Ready to help…”

Suddenly the timer beeps signaling your time is up, breaking you away from whatever was just happening with San. You give him one last smile along with a “Thank you!” completely shifting your entire demeanor.

You notice San actually put the small slip of paper in his pocket and you can’t help but wonder if he was just joking or not. Either way, San is the only thing that’s on your mind the entire rest of the day.

Even as you’re back in your hotel room you eye your phone like it could ring any second. Once you humble yourself you continue with your night routine as you take a shower and clean your face. You spend a couple of hours scrolling and watching videos on your phone. Before you know it, it’s 1am and you force yourself to go to bed.

Just as you’re falling asleep your phone starts buzzing next to you. Your eyes are still shut as you bring the phone to your ear, “Hello?”

There was a small laugh on the other end of the line as it was very obvious you had just woken up, “Thought you said you’d stay up all night for my call?”

Your eyes widen as you sit up, “I- I thought you were joking!” You’re suddenly wide awake as San’s voice rang in your head.

“I thought about it for a bit but I kept thinking about how pretty you looked.” San’s voice is quiet as he speaks on the other end.

Your breathing gets heavy and you hesitate before you speak up, “Let me help you then.”

“Help me?” You listen to his teasing tone and your hand moves to cover your face as if San could actually see you.

“Mhm.”

“Help me with what?” You’re quiet, unsure what to say. You know he’s just messing with you, but you’re too embarrassed and unsure if you should actually say it. You let out a soft whine as you’re too embarrassed to actually say it, “Aw, what’s wrong? Don’t be shy.”

“Let me help you t-touch yourself. That is what you’re doing, right?” Your heart is beating out of your chest as you listen to San’s breathing. You involuntarily let out an “Oh my god-“ as San hums.

San is quiet for a moment and you take that as a cue to speak up, “I wish I could see… I know you have a big and pretty cock.”

You shut your eyes as San lets out a groan. Your entire body is hot and you let out a whimper making San laugh softly, “Next time I promise I’ll show you, alright?”

“Next time?” Your voice sounds hopeful and San hums.

“Mhm because you’re so pretty, you know that? The way you looked at me earlier… I knew I couldn’t miss out on this.”

“Nuh uh, San you so hot- I wish I was there. I bet you look so pretty- so hot. And those sounds, please don’t stop. Wanna hear you.” You sound desperate as you’re practically begging San.

San’s breathing gets heavier as he lets out deep grunts, “I wish you were here too, but if you were I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”

“Really? I wouldn’t mind. You can do it- You can do anything you want to me. Want you to touch me so bad!” Your voice is shaking as you can hear squelching sounds from the other side of the phone.

“Mhm, you’d look so good underneath me- shaking and crying. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You nod even though San can’t see you.

“Yeah, I’m yours, San. Want you to cum in me and fill me so you know I’m really yours.” Your words went straight to San’s cock and you listened to the pornographic moans that came from him, “You like that?”

“Fucking tease-“ San’s voice is shaking and you bite your lip as you can tell he’s close.

“Am I? I just wanna feel you inside of me. Why don’t you show me what it would sound like?” You can tell San is holding back on some of his moans but at the same time he struggles to stay quiet.

“I’d fuck you so good. It would feel so good. Fuck- next time, right?” Your hand covers your mouth in shock from San’s words.

“Of course, but for now why don’t you cum for me? I want it so bad, San. I want your cum. I want to hear you cum.” Your ears burn as there’s a mixture of moans and squelching from his cum.

You’re quiet for a moment as you take in the moment. Choi San is on the other end of the phone about to cum from your words and voice before he speaks up, “Keep talking- let me hear your voice.”

“And- And next time I’ll help you properly. I’ll make you feel so good!” You knew both of you were just talking out of your ass and there would be no next time, but it was nice to think about.

“You’re already making me feel so good… I can only imagine what it would actually feel like.” San is already far gone.

“I am?” San moans in response and you speak up, “You’re gonna cum right?” San let’s out another loud groan before a series of soft moans and whimpers. You give San a moment before you quietly ask, “Did you-“

San cuts you off with a laugh, “ Yeah, thank you.”

Your head tilts as a smile takes over your face, “Thank you.”

You can hear the pout in San’s voice, “But I didn’t even do anything to help you!”

You laugh and shake your head, “No it’s okay! This was enough, I promise.”

San hums in thought, “You were by yourself right…?”

Sans’s paranoid voice rings out and you laugh loudly, “Of course! Were you? What happened to Mingi?”

San makes a noise of confusion, “I have no idea. He went to play games with the others and I stayed behind.”

“It’s late though! Are you not tired? You should go to sleep!” You look at the clock and see it’s almost 1:30.

“Okay… I’ll text you later, promise!”

@se-onghwa

Heart candy||Wong Yukhei

Pairing: Wong Yukhei and f-reader

Summery: fluff, short, teasing, kissing, kinda food play,it’s just really fluffy cause lucas is my fluffy baby THIS IS REALLY FUCKING SWEET LIKE PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH AFTERWARDS YOUR TEETH MIGHT ROT. It’s that sweet.

Stan wayv thank you

Hey sweethearts, I’m really sorry this is so short, I promise you I will be back with long writings. My wrist is getting a whole lot better, and I’ve been able to type longer than I did before so that’s great. I missed you all so much so I had to write something for you guys, this was supposed to be published a couple of days ago but I made more improvements because it was short…so I hope you enjoy it. I love you all and thank you for waiting

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You placed a piece of the baby pink candy into your mouth, leaving your tongue poking out for a little too long as your eyes stared into lucas’s chocolate brown eyes. His eyes scanned your face quickly, to your eyes, your nose, your cheeks then to your lips. Your mouth agape, and the little heart with the words “you’re mine” showing. His heart thumped faster at your feautures, how angelic, how prepossessing you are. It made him fall in love with you all over again. You slowly rose to your knees, crawling over to his side of the couch, with a lilac coloured candy.

“Open your mouth” you whispered sweetly, sending him a small smile, he swore he saw you shine when you did. He complied, opening up his pretty plump lips. You placed it onto his tongue, the small text written onto the sweet, “kiss me”. Which you really needed right now.

He closed his lips, you could already see his cheeks flush at the close contact. Even though he is used to it, you still make him feel like this is the first time he’s ever been near you. You press your lips to his, before letting him swallow the fizzy candy.

You slowly climb onto his lap, the fabric of his grey sweats feeling heavenly against your smooth legs. You wrap your arms around his shoulder, pulling him closer to you, if you could anymore.

“I never knew someone, just one single person, could make me feel like the most loved person in the world. That’s how you make me feel, and I really hope I make you feel the same lucas” you affirm slowly, your head slowly dropping as your cheeks begin to turn a fair shade of red.

“You really are a cheese ball aren’t you huh, of course you do, that’s why you’re never leaving my side. Don’t ever leave my side I don’t know what I’d do without you honestly” he says, a little chuckle leaving his lips as you brought your pinky up.

“Pinky promise I won’t ever leave, you promise too”

“Hm triple pinky promise”

Behind closed doors||Wong Yukhei+Dong Sicheng

pairing: Wong Yukhei+Dong Sicheng and f-reader.

summery: horror au!, ghost au!,house share,LOtS of angst, fluff, smut, please, please don’t read if you are easily tiggered, held hostage, murder, abuse, making someone believe they are ill,in the end it basically all goes down hill. I love horror and I just had tooooo yikes.

these will be short chapters in a quite long series, I’ll see where it takes me. I’ve had this idea for a very, very long time and I’ve thought about it and planned it. So I really hope you like it:))

Also let’s say they both speak fluent English okay hehe

BUT PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED AND I AM IN NO WAY SAYING THIS IS HOW LUCAS OR WINWIN ACT, ITS FICTION.

I will put warnings in the chapters which will be triggering, the first few chapters will have nothing triggering at all so you can read if you want:)

||CHAPTER 1||~

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A new country, a new neighbourhood,new people, a new life. It all excited you, but you also feared it. You were all by yourself, you left your family behind, your friends, everyone you cared about because you wanted a change. I guess you could call it selfish, leaving everyone behind just because you wasn’t satisfied with how you lived. But there was no turning back now, you needed this, you wanted this.

You sat in your car, drumming your fingers against the wheel as you stared at the house infront of you. The white walls cracked and chipped, the bricks peeking through the paint. You kept rehearsing your lines, still not familiar on the Chinese language but you were getting there slowly.

“Maybe, hopefully they speak little English. Please god I beg you, I cannot handl-” your words were cut off as a shriek left your lips, your hands clutching tightly at the wheel as you feel your heart racing. You quickly swung your head to look out of your window, trying to find the source that made the loud tapping.

There stood two tall, thin boys. One taller than the other. large smiles gracing both of their faces, it made you feel calm, your heart beat suddenly slowing down. You quickly pressed the button to roll down the window, quickly the cold air hitting your bare skin making a shiver roll up your spine.

“Y/n? It’s nice to meet you finally, you should come in and get out of the cold. You look freezing sweetie.We will discuss everything as soon as we get in” one of the boys who you presumed to be lucas said with a sweet nod, opening your car door. You were surprised to hear him speak English, very good English, maybe even better than yours. You let out a giggle as you slowly pushed yourself from out of your car, grabbing his hand.

“Yeah I’m y/n, nice to meet you both. I’m very thankful that you rented me a room, I know it must be scary letting a complete stranger into your home” you say with a chuckle, pulling your jacket around you tighter as you walked closer to the door with them. Small flowers and weeds grew around the steps, a lamp that hanged from the wall lit up the dark driveway.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart,we like helping. Don’t we Sicheng?” So that’s Sicheng, the shorter boy with the cute smile. You giggled at his short but rushed “yes”. You stared at him , watching the way he nervously looked around, his hair bouncing with every step. After a second He looked across straight at you, catching your eyes, a small smirk forming on his lips. You felt your whole soul leave you, literally.

Lucas caught onto both of you, letting out a small cough before opening the door. As soon as it opened you felt the heat of the house hit you, a satisfied feeling washing over you. The smell of mint filled the air as you step in out of the cold, it smelt like home in a weird way. The walls painted a calming cream colour, lamp light filled the room making it lighter but not too light. It felt comforting, the whole aroma of the house.

“This is nice wow, It feels just like home” you say, sitting on one of the couches, feeling your body sink into the cushions. You close your eyes, letting your head rest back. You hear a clink, like glass meeting glass, you glance up. Noticing Lucas place a cup into the table in front of you.

“Here’s some tea, cherry by the way, I understands flights drain you and make you feel ewie. If you get what I mean but anyway this might refresh you” he giggles, sitting down next to you as he sips his. You nod you head, sending him a smile before whispering “thank you”.

You pick the dainty cup up, taking a sip of the reddish liquid. A hum leaving you as you took a bigger sip. “So I guess you like it” you hear Sicheng say, knowing it definitely wasn’t lucas’ voice. You quickly take another sip, before placing it back down onto the table. You nod before lying back against the couch, a smile on your face.

“Why don’t you have a sleep, I can see you’re really tired sweetheart. If you don’t mind I will get your luggage out of your car and put in into your room. I’ll order something for dinner and wake you up when it’s here. Then we will explain everything and we will show you around” lucas says before tapping your knee and getting up, grabbing you a blanket from the other chair.

“I would like that, thank you. Yeah that’s absolutely fine, but you don’t have to I can do it” you go to stand up but he politely pushes you back down, sending you a smile which made you heart do a flip again. You sit back, pulling the blanket over you, letting yourself fall into the comfort. You hear your keys jingle, you move your hand up your pocket but feel nothing, you remember putting your car keys in your pocket before locking up.

“I have them don’t worry” Sicheng says jingling your keys again, you feel relief wash over you but also confusion. You shake the thoughts out of your head, closing your eyes again, feeling tiredness fill your body. You hear them share words before the front door opens then closes.

The last thing you hear are faint whispers,different voices, some louder then others, some deeper than others,before you succumbed to sleep. The one that stood out to you was the voice of a girl, her single word running through your sleep deprived Brain.

“Escape”

Untitled|| Bang Chan

Pairing: wolf!Bang Chan and wolf!f-reader

Summery: wolf au!, Fantasy au!, college au!,mates au!,smut, fluff, PDA, sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up, be safe), Kissing,swearing, dirty talk, against the wall, creampie, impreg,ripping clothes, teasing, licking, marking,breast play, cuddles,aftercare.

I’m sorry I wasn’t back but I’m here:)

Also the gif is too soft for the story bUT I had to use it, he looks so

Also I’m sorry this is sooooo late:((

I couldn’t think of a title for this, I’m sorry, my mind just went completely blank with the title…

Also just letting yall know,, if any of you wear chunky ass platform boots. We are married Idc.

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You could sense it.You noticed the way his hands trembled when you touched him, If you bumped into him or if you moved the stray hair out of his face. A small expression of panic would wash over him and he’d move away slightly, his cheeks turning a pretty pink. Oh your poor boy is in heat soon. Very soon as it seems.

You swirled your tongue around the cherry lollipop, humming a tune as you walked to Chris’s music class hoping you both could get lunch with the free period you both had. A smile breaking out on your face as you notice him leaning against the wall with his headphones in.

You slightly creep towards him, before wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing tight. You hear him chuckle before he turns around placing a kiss to your forehead.

“You wanna grab lunch” you say before pulling away, popping your lollipop back into your mouth. A small warmth spreading across your body as you see his eyes divert to your lips, his tongue poking out to run over his slightly chapped lips. You let out a hum, rubbing your hand up his arm to his face to cup his cheek.

“You’re really warm, maybe we should get you home instead Hm?” You giggle out, pulling your hand away to grip his and intertwining your fingers together. You hear his heart rate pick up, you could smell the lust falling off of him.

Food will have to wait.

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As soon as you step foot into his house you’re against the wall, your hand pinned by his and his lips against yours. You listen in to see if any of his family are home, fortunately they aren’t.

The heat radiating off his body making you feel on fire, his scent drowning you in bliss. The heat that filled your lower stomach began to blaze with want, pathetic whines leaving you making chans head fuzzy. He wanted to devour every inch of you, feel the way you buck up into him for more or the way your hands grip his bare skin. He needed to pleasure you, make you feel like the whole world revolved around you.

“Upstairs” you breath out, pushing at his chest. You didn’t really like the idea of any of his family walking through the door as he’s dicking you down in the hallway.

A low growl leaves his lips before his arms wrap around you again, throwing you over his shoulder. You let out a giggle as you feel a slap to your ass. He quickly jogged up the steps, letting out small growls as he got closer to the oak door of his bedroom. A wave of relief washing over you as you entered the warm room.

Again, your back is pressed against the maroon coloured wall, Chan’s hand wrapping around your thigh and pulling you up against him. You pushed your lips against his, enjoying how soft and plump they were. Your ran your hands underneath his plain white shirt, feeling the muscles clench under your touch.

“Take me, fill me up,Make sure I have your pups”you say in the most sinful way, letting out a small moan after the words left your lips. You hear the growl rumble through his chest, his sharp nails dragging down the fabric of your blouse. Ripping it from your frame. The black lace that held your breasts up fully on show, making chan’s heart race. His eyes darkening.

“You wore that just for me Hm?” You nod at his words, running your hand up to grip the mound of flesh. Lolling your head back against the cold wall. You whimper as you feel his hand squeeze at your bare thigh, your skirt had risen up showing off your matching panties. His other hand rubbing you other the thin material, little noises leaving you.

“Keep the skirt and the boots on for me” his voice deep, you again nod. You never knew why he liked the chunky platforms so much, maybe it was the way they made you a little taller. Or how your hips swayed when you walked in them.

He lets you down, watching as you pull down your panties effortlessly. Throwing them somewhere in the room. Then to your bralette, letting the beautiful mounds free. You shiver under his stare, how intimidating it was made you scared to death. But never of him.

“You really are beautiful aren’t you puppy, a masterpiece Hm”

He pulled his sweats and his boxers down, letting them roll to the ground, around his ankles before stepping out of them and pulling his shirt off. Revealing the toned stomach he worked for, yes you missed his little belly, a lot.

After you finished, you were pushed straight back to the wall again, his hands gripping at your hips lifting you up.Wrapping your legs around his waist. You felt his hard cock rub against your slit, you let out a hiss, running your hands down to his bottom pulling him into you more.

“Go on, sweetheart” he says sweetly, giving you a kiss. You reach your hand down in between you, grabbing his shaft, rubbing him up and down your soaked lips. Tapping his tip lightly on your clit, letting small moans leave your lips. Your eyes connected to his. You leant your head forward, poking your tongue out to lick his lips. Before pushing him into you, enjoying the way he gasped at the feeling of your walls sucking him in.

“You’re so big chris, s-stretching me out and filling me up so well. Like I’m made to take your cock” you say in a whiny tone, feeling him rut up against you. Small whines leaving his plump lips, just for you.

He pushed his face into the crook of your neck, which had your mating mark from him, his tongue licking the healed wound. Leaving shivers running down your back, High moans leaving you as his hips speed up, thrusting deeply into you. His hips curving in a beautiful way to hit that spot that had your thighs trembling and your core on fire.

“You’re taking me so well baby girl, how tight you are squeezing me. I want to fill you up with my seed, make my pretty little princess pregnant Hm” his words had butterflies erupt in your tummy at the thought, you nod your head a little too fast, making yourself dizzy. You ran your hand to your aching cunt, rubbing the small nub with your two fingers,Feeling electric spark in your lower region.

“You’re gonna make me c-cum, fuck, keep going Chris pleas-e don’t stop” your voice cracking at how loud your moans had got, he started to leave pretty little marks around your neck to your chest. Then to your breasts, sucking pink splotches to the mounds, littering them in his Mark.

His tongue swirling around your hardened nipple, his thrust gradually becoming more forced, hitting that spot non stop. You felt heat erupt in your tummy, your high coming closer, your fingers speeding up.

“Cum all over my cock, give me everything sweetheart. Come on, cum for me, I need it” his voice filled with need, pulling away from your chest, he pushed his lips to yours. In a sloppy but loving kiss, both of your moans muffled.

You felt your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, your whole frame shaking in your lovers arms. Your walls squeezing tighter around chans cock, making him feel lightheaded. He pulled away from your lips, wanting to hear the sounds that left your lips.

“Fuc-k cum for me chan, fill me up, make me pregnant with your pups” you whimper, feeling him pulse inside of you. Whines flew from out of his lips, his hips stuttering as he was so close to hitting his high. You tighten around him, hearing his choked sobs.

All it took was a few more thrusts and he was filling you up with his essence, the prettiest moans leaving him. His chest rising up and down rapidly, as curses spewed.

“I’m so full” you say breathlessly, your legs feeling like jelly, your arms hurting from gripping him for so long . You hear him chuckle, pulling himself out of you which left you both hissing. He then carried you to his bed, placing you down onto the fresh sheets that smelled like daisys. Pulling the duvet over you.

“Well that was the idea baby, gotta have you filled enough so you can have my pups right” he giggles before climbing in next to you, wrapping you up in his arms. His hand pushing the hair out of your face, while he stared into your eyes lovingly. A small smile gracing his lips, his cheeks reddening.

“You know, I don’t care if they tell us it’s too early. I’ve wanted a family with you for a long time now, you are the one I want to see in the morning when I wake up and when I go to sleep” you say with a smile, pushing your face closer to his, placing a delicate kiss to his lips.

“I love you, more than you know”

backfire ; bambam

warnings proposal, mentions of marriage, engagement, and just bambam being a clown

genre fluff, comedy

word count0.7k

inspiration a tiktok but they had bought their gf animal crossing

synopsis in which bambam decides to document his purchase of your engagement ring

“Is this thing on?” Bambam asked as he fixed his phone to stay on the counter of his bathroom. Knowing that the camera was rolling he took a couple steps backwards.

“Hello ___— actually I don’t know if I’m going to show this to you yet. I mean, I should but— you know what, let me shut up.” He laughed his awkwardness off and proceeded to reach beyond the view of his phone to reveal a drawstring bag.

He shook the bag gently in front of the camera. It had the name of the ring place you two had stopped by a couple of weeks ago. Inside was a ring you were basing your whole life around but still said you didn’t want it just yet. Bambam knew you were lying. You were practically drooling over the ring.

So, he bought it.

And now he was preparing a way to present to you. Preparing a way to propose.

“Alright,” he inhaled deeply before pulling the strings back and pulling out the velvet box. “Whew.” Bambam bounced in his spot.

“Honestly, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Bambam stopped bouncing, now coming to terms with reality. He was about to propose to you. Not hand you a ring pop or a promise ring but propose.

And then the next step were marriage rings.

It was scary, but he was easily more excited than scared. “___, we’re going to be engaged, can you believe it?” Bambam asked the camera as if you were there to answer.

He opened the box to admire the ring. “Yea, me neither…” Bambam smiled as he pictured your reaction. He could already see it clearly. He was going to propose, you were going to be shocked and say the ring was too expensive and that he should take it back, with some reassurance you’d say yes and then you two would be engaged.

“Now, what I’m documenting this for. How the hell am I going to give this to you?” Bambam closed the velvet box before running a hand throughout his hair.

“Maybe I should do it the traditional way, you know?” He said, getting on one knee and opening the box for the video.

“Nah,” he shook his head and got back to his feet. Pondering a cooler way to give it to you.

Bambam burst out laughing at the idea that popped up in his head. “Yo, what if I just threw it at you and ran away?”

“That’s mean. I could just hand it to you smoothly— like— hold on—” Bambam positioned himself into a “cool” stance and turned away from the camera momentarily.

He turned back to the camera. “Wanna get married?” He said in a nonchalant tone. He was about to crack up at his cringe worthy antics before the door to the bathroom had opened.

“Hey, Bam, we ran out of—” You entered the bathroom to see your boyfriend stock still with a ring box in his hand. Your eyes widened and you gripped the door, an anxious feeling now bubbling in your stomach.

“Baby,” Bambam drawled, rushing to stop his phone recording and dropping the box in the process.

“Shit!” He picked up the box, looking up at you. Coincidentally, on one knee. Bambam realized when you gasped and he had to gasp as well.

“Damn it,” Bambam whined, being forced to propose to you the traditional way. “I wanted to do something cooler, but, ___,”

You breathed out a laugh. “Like what? Throw it at me?” You took a few steps closer.

“Exactly!” He exclaimed, opening the ring box to reveal the beautiful ring you had grown to love.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. “You didn’t,”

“But I did,” Bambam wiggled his eyebrows.

You laughed. Hands flying to cover your face as your heart began to flutter. “Bambam, what the hell?” You kept laughing to hide the fact you were getting emotional.

“I’m not taking the ring back, alright?”

“But I can't—” You tried to argue like he knew you would.

“Nope, none of that. Now listen, I know proposing to you in our bathroom isn’t really ideal,” he said while taking a quick glance around the bathroom.

“Like at all. But I just want you to know I love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, ___, will you marry me?”

Before any tears could fall you rushed to answer. “Of course I will!”

“Amazing, my knee was starting to hurt,” Bambam groaned as he stood from his kneel. You swatted his chest and he took that hand to slip your engagement ring on it.

“I love it,” You admired the jewel.

“And I love you.”

Me when I see a fan war going down

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몬베베 오늘도 고마워요!!

Thanks for today Monbebe!!

Cute Changkun gif set ~ ♡

Yeonjun- Hey Jungkook do you wa-

Jungkook- Hyung

Yeonjun- um what?

Jungkook- that’ll be Jungkook hyung to you.

TXT IS OFFICIALLY OUT !!

Our boys have finally made their official debut. I am sooo proud of them and I know that they will make it big!!!

Reblog with words of encouragement that you would want to tell them ❤️

Me when I’m in public trying to conceal my inner fangirl-

My brain-

Things that BTS have said that army will quote forever.

(If you can think of any others reblog and add it ❤️)

“Excuse me”

“Jimin, you got no jams.”

“I’m you’re hope, you’re my hope, I’m J hope.”

“Tonyyyy~”

“Jimin, you nice keep going.”

“Hey, stob it!”

“Hi how ya doing man- I’m god”

“Insfires man yeahhh”

“J hoooooooooopeeeee”

“I know her face but I don’t know her name.”

“ I know movie but I don’t know movie name”

“ Worldwide handsome”

“Kaepjjang”

“My heart is… oh my god”

“You know BTS?”

“Saxophonist”

“International playboy”

“Pardon”

“Smell~”

“Beach?”

“Oh sit down sit down”

Ya girl malfunctioned.

Reblog if you malfunctioned too

Me when I found out Jenkai was dating-

Me when I woke up this morning and saw they broke up-

When your favorite group releases tour dates and your country isn’t even on the list

When you are blasting Kpop and they randomly say the f word out of no where