ELLE WRITING RECS

Pairing: Jongdae/Chen x reader (female)

Word Count: 26,971 😬 read it in a mobile web browser if it crashes! 

Rating: (PG13) for swearing + sexy vibes (nothing more explicit than a kiss on the page though)

Summary: Chen’s Electronics is a mystery, both how the store came to be and the man running it. When you start working as a receptionist for the enigma that is Kim Jongdae, you’re determined to be the one who unravels the mystery. You’re prepared for anything, except for falling in love with Jongdae himself. 

Part eight of the Exodus Mall series (Can be read independently, but you’ll get some extra backstory if you read the other parts first!)

A/N: I’m SO delighted that Jongdae is getting his IRL happily ever after and I’m so excited to wrap up his fictional counterpart’s story today, so he can have his ending as well 💕

March 15th, 1997

Capitol Hill is in full swing, the promise of spring drawing the sleeping city from its winter hibernation. The silver dress you wear is far shorter than you’re used to, but the denim jacket is big enough to properly cover your ass, which is something at least. In your platform boots, borrowed from your roommate Liz, you’re almost tall enough to see over the busy street to Cal Anderson Park up ahead.

‘Come on,’ Liz says with an excited glint in her eye. 'The club’s just on the far side of Boylston.’

You nod distantly, eyes wide as you try to take in all the people around you. After spending the last two years buried in a book in the UW library or at internships or in class it feels startling to realize how much youthful, passionate energy beats at the heart of the city so close to where you’ve been existing. Not that you never go out, but now that you’re approaching the end of your master’s degree you feel like a diver finally reaching the surface to draw breath. You’re ready to celebrate.

⤷ 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙟𝙖 𝙫𝙪 ?

[ 17+, nsfw & sfw content ]

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— summary: up-driven music, blasting parties, glasses of champagne clanking in between drags of smoke—the seventies are wild, but she’s at the peak of her career. part of one of the most popular funk bands of this decade, their vocalist at that, with a fulfilling relationship, rows of people screaming her name…life is good.

until it isn’t.

her band decides to split and she’s left as a solo artist. the only thing she has left is jeon wonwoo, her manager, and the connection that has grown in between them in endless years of accompaniment.

as it turns out, he’s all she needs—saccharine sweet, paradoxical, elegant, kind. much different from the world she had once prided herself for being part of.

— title: the beat of a love rhyme — pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader  — genre: funk band!au ; manager!au ; friends to lovers!au ; 1970’s!au  — type: fluff ; suggestive ; drama ; angst  — word count: 13,740

She once saw the world she had constructed fall down to her feet. Watched betrayal collide against the strong walls of her universe, tumbling it down, masking it in shadows and dust. For once, while standing in the studio, sporting enigmatic and outstanding clothing and a smirk that slowly dissipates, she doesn’t feel like herself. Stardom tastes nothing like the saccharine-sweet dessert she had once thought of it to be.

Music is one of those things—everyone loves it, adores to sensationalize the artists that they listen to on the radio and that they attend concerts of, but they don’t think about how wrong it is. Managers that are manipulators, magazines that are stalkers, drug dealers that are leeches looking to destroy them and earn their money while at it. Of course, how to forget?…band members that leave the group because a lead vocalist is, well, fucking stupid.

They all start the same. The Beatles. Kiss. They are friends that get in a group together and then, they’re no longer as good of friends as they were in the beginning. One person wants to write certain kind of music, another one is too lost in between someone’s legs to even care, then…there’s what her friends are doing.

—summary: “social science is easy. watch me get an ‘a’ on this class”, said wong kunhang, two weeks before failing his first social science test…and horribly.

in light of his new college class making him feel dumber than he really is, and trying to make it through one of his worst economical states ever by balancing three jobs at the same time, kunhang almost loses it when the professor announces that they have to work in trios and make a social science project that is worth 60% of his grade.

great.

now, he’s fucked.

with yukhei by his side, whose eyes divert from the book to scan the library and search for his next love affair, and dejun, who never wanted to be part of his major to start with, he’s left alone with the weight of getting a good grade…

until yukhei’s almost-always silent roommate gives him the idea of the century: a blog. an anonymous blog where he can solve people’s issues. he can do that!

only when he starts to receive submissions from a certain woman does he realize how wrong he was.

—title: enter for yes, delete for no —pairing: wong kunhang x reader —genre: college!au ; strangers to friends to lovers!au ; secret admirer!au ; roommate!au ; unrequited love-ish!au ; slowburn —type: fluff ; angst ; drama ; humor ; suggestive ; crack-ish —word count: around 19k words.

Kunhang thought that when getting into the political sciences major, he would only have to follow through with what he learned in the debate club back in high school. Tight smile, straight shoulders and a good ear for picking up on what people say.

The pamphlet that he read when opting for the college to attend to had never said that he had to have an entire class dedicated to social science. Knowing people, as human beings, individuals that feel and think, sometimes not as rationally as they should, shouldn’t be considered science. Chromosomes and genes? Sure, that’s science. Whatever the hell veterinarians study about dogs and cats? That’s science, too. Experiments based on how people react in social environments?

It’s dumb.

So dumb that Kunhang pushed the fabric of his gray hoodie on his black hair when leaning back on his seat when he attended the first class of social science in his sophomore year of college. The professor, Mr. Sam, sported his tidy and a little-too-small olive-green suit when he spoke to the class and Kunhang turned to look at Yukhei’s horrified expression with a smile on his face.

“Social science is easy,” He started, leaning forward on his seat before tapping his pencil against the wood of his desk. Yukhei scoffed at his words, a beam of his own taking place on his face because Kunhang has his moments of being too overconfident, and that coming from Wong Yukhei? It was grand. “Watch me get an ‘A’ on this class.”

Dejun sighed from his spot, the long and brown strands of his hair moving with the warm air that left his lips as he continued to scribble down some notes with as much furiousness as he could muster. “It’s not as easy.”

Humming, the tallest agreed. “I can finally say Dejun is right about something.”

The glare that Dejun threw to his friends was worthy of a picture, but Kunhang was the worst of them all, crossing his arms behind his back as he stared at the PowerPoint presentation with little to no interest.

“What’s so difficult about science that is based on people just talking to each other? I’ll get an A. Without studying, even.”

No one told him then, when he had spent most of his time studying for other classes and working his three jobs, that social science with Mr. Sam was a nightmare. Even a demon seen through sleep paralysis could be less scary that the beam the professor wore the day he decided to publish the grades of the first test of the class, delivering the pieces of paper one by one on top of his student’s desks.

Kunhang’s soft fingertips touch the surface of his test, turning it around and expecting to see—at the very least—a ninety-eight out of a hundred. Though, his chestnut eyes widen fractions that couldn’t even be measured when he sees his real grade.

summary: blended into crime-filled nights, only to hide behind an office desk, no one knows what hides behind the mystery of jeon wonwoo, but maybe, someone from his past will be able to devise that there is more to him—this certain kind of love for justice that can only be compared to that of magic.

and it exists within him.

title: getaway man pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader genre: superhero!au; superman-esque!au ; spiderman-esque!au ; journalist!au ; early 2000’s!au ; brief 1990’s!au type: fluff ; angst ; drama ; crime ; noir ; humor if you squint word count: 12,850 warning: there are a few mentions of death and whatnot, just for the sake of the plot.  note: this is a kofi request. 

She wants the truth out as much as she desires to get out of this moving getaway car.

Lonesome strikes of moonlight fall on top of the sleek black car, washed over and over again just one day prior to this night, because her coworker is just like that. Perfect. Organized. With no spot for wandering, insecurities or guilt. Angels don’t hide in names like Aeri Song, building profit and success off words that mingle with lies. But, they’re heads of the world, natural leaders, the one driving the car that feels like it’s going a little too fast in the awfully rainy night.

Tugging at the collar of her nude turtleneck, she tries to concentrate on something else. The warmth of her boots, the heater and its wonders on making her hair feel a little bit too humid. The people rushing from side to side to get to their homes in a city that has looked abandoned for years. No one can save the pollution, the density of the heat even when it rains, the crimes that take up most of the newspapers in the entire city. And those who don’t cover those crimes are awful liars.

“I don’t think this is right.”

Until the Next (M) | seungwoo

Strangers, fear, and death around every corner, the borderland is no place for the weak. You have made it this far without scars, and aren’t stopping yet. But when an outlandish man risks his life to save you outside of a game, you’re forced to remember that people weren’t always bad and connections can be lethal in such a dark world.

pairing: seungwoo x gender-neutral! reader genre: alice in borderland! au, thriller, romance, angst, smut word count: 11k [warnings]: mature content and some sexual content, deadly games, near-death experiences, death, breaking of fingernails, use of weapons (knives + blades), blood/cuts/scars/bruises, heights (acrophobia), unprotected sex, hair pulling, creampie, heart surgery, claustrophobia (fear of cramped spaces), lots of easter-egg theories to the plot whoops NOTE: it is highly suggested that you watch alice in borderland on netflix before reading this story due to the plot being very traumatic & disturbing and for an understanding of the concept!

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Fuck Buddies!AU

Status: Ongoing

Description: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you’ve done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

[ Cross-Posted to Wattpad ]

Author: @kpopfanfictrash as part of the Happy Ho-lidays collab with @floralseokjin , @suga-kookiemonster , @sugaurora , @underthejoon, @winetae​ and @btssavedmylifeblr​

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader (female)

Genre:  Enemies to Lovers / Ski Resort!AU / Snowboarder!AU

Word Count: 36,333

Rating/Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Fingering, oral (female receiving), hand job, mutual masturbation, breast play, some face riding, dirty talk, orgasm denial, clit smacking (is there a non plural form of this?), cum shot on chest

Mentions of past death (does not occur during story). Ankle injury (non-graphic). Yoongi is an enthusiastic MC. Bam is adorable. Jungkook has both lip and eyebrow piercing

Summary:  The Inn on the Hill is in trouble. Or that’s what your boss, Namjoon, says during the last-minute All Staff holiday meeting he calls. You need money, and you need money fast, or his parents are planning to sell the resort. When no one can think of an easy solution, Namjoon proposes his parents’ idea: a weeklong social media blitz with a celebrity guest. The celebrity? None other than Jungkook Jeon himself: two-time Olympic gold medalist, world-class snowboarder and the nation’s sweetheart. What’s the problem? You happen to have met Jungkook Jeon before, and sincerely hoped you’d never see him again.

Genre : suggestive

Pairing : seonghwa x reader

Word count : not too many

Warning : a heated makeout session, pet names, oral fixation, seonghwa’s long tongue :(

You were trying to show your boyfriend that you’re not just a goody two shoes as he says, and that you might be ready for something more then just a few little pecks that he showers you with.

However, he didn’t seem to believe you, as your innocent eyes that told him otherwise. You plopped a lollipop in your mouth to calm yourself down from embarrassment and the scenes that played in your head as you sat down beside him, resting your head on his broad shoulders.

You sucked on your 4th lollipop today, your mouth being in constant need to be occupied. Having a oral fixation sucked, like literally. You never felt calm in these situations unless your mouth was busy. It could be candy, your own fingers, your nails, the strings of your (seonghwa’s) hoodie, pencils and more. Literally anything that was nearby.

You wanted to prove him wrong, even though he might of been completely right in the first place. You were a goody two shoes that got flustered by everything. Maybe you just wanted a valid excuse to kiss him and feel more of him. Maybe you just craved him really bad, but didn’t know how to ask for more.

➻ pairing: hongjoong x fem!reader ➻ wc: 16.5k ➻ genre: smut, tad angsty, fluff, e2l, pianist!hongjoong, pianist!reader ➻ rating: M, 18+ ➻ warnings: public sex, semi-public sex, explicit smut, oral sex: m & f, fingering, handjobs, choking, lowkey hate sex at first, sex on a piano, degradation, praise, marking, biting, multiple orgasms, cum swallowing, creampie, unprotected sex ➻ summary: you and hongjoong are competitors, of course. two people, one dream - there’s never room for two in this industry. neither of you care who you have to step on to get to the top.

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Your fingers hit the ivories with a thud. The sound echoes through the practice room, reverberating against the walls and sending the sickeningly sweet sounds to the ears of all the people in the room. You sit back, satisfied with the performance, and glance over at your small audience. The professor is the first to clap, and he sends a small smile your way before standing up. Five of your classmates mimic his movements, but the sixth remains stony and cold, unmoving except for the slight curl of his lips that echoes his disgust with your performance.

Kim Hongjoong.

✕𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎:

✕𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧,𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐭. 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠).

✕𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: (𝐬), (𝐚𝐮), (𝐚), 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐟).

✕𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: #𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭, 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬.

✕𝐔𝐍𝐈: 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳

✕𝐖𝐂: 7.7k+

#𝐅𝐀𝐐: not @ how it’s 5am and this is completely un-edited [which i’ll edit tomorrow but i need 2 B awake in 3 hrs i absolutely couldn’t edit this rn if i tried]

✕𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐓: blurry line between dreams and reality, dom!san, stripper!san, cussing, oral (m+f), kinda lap dancing, branding (marking), overstimulation, san is kinda in love with reader ngl, slight begging kink, grinding  possessive san, vaginal penetration, body kissing, body worship,unrealistic sex, san has a forked tongue, praise kink, fingering, creampie, san’s hips, doggy-style, sensory deprivation (blindfold), masturbation, san guiding reader to masturbate by talking to her telepathically, temperature play, spit kink, wet dreams, san brands reader so he can give her pleasure that’s not just physical (…i swear it’ll make more sense), connection, san sharing his pleasure w/ reader, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty dancing, eye contact kink, eye fucking, messy sex, inexperienced!reader, neurotic reader, protective san, slight punishment (???), sex toy (vibrator), san knows he’s hot, corruption kink, this has way too much sex, jealous wooyoung, allusions to a love triangle, talk of religion (it’s a demon au), brief talk of forbidden love, san is an incubus so he takes reader’s energy, san letting reader brand him without her actually knowing, very brief alcohol consumption, demon!wooyoung, wooyoung watches san fuck reader without either of them knowing?, heartbroken wooyoung, possible part 2 if ppl like it, honestly wtf man, idk man blame @mingless​​ @sweetheart–sannie​​ @actuallythatwaspromise​, vote inception.

⟵ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

Requested Drabble from this Prompt Game:

57: “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”

59: “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

66: “I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”

Word Count: 4,280+

Published Date: 23 Jul 2020

Warnings: neighbor!yeosang // fem!reader // kinda fluffy; friends to lovers // SMUT: choking, petting, fingering (all fem receiving), protected sex, slight exhibitionism/mixophilia

Author’s Note: This is my first requested work (requested by @yunhofingers) so I may or may not have rushed it. And it’s also much, much longer than what I intended it to be soooo whoops. But anywhore, enjoy reading!

Story Below The Cut…

Genre(s): fluff, angst, soulmate au

Pairing: Reader & Kevin Moon (The Boyz)

Words:  5.9k (00:25)

Warning: Story mentions emancipation 

Kevin Moon found you in a brightly lit box full of bad coffee but better conversation.

member: jeon jeongguk

word count: 3.2k

genre: smut + college!au + jeongguk and oc are in a weird fwbs without the friendship part just the benefits except jaykay lowkey has feelings + virgin au

warnings: virgin!oc / blowjob / we talk about dicks for a bit / oc is strange / jaykay is confused / cum swallowing / first times / not really edited / mingyu the meddling best fwend

soundtrack: on the way, jhene aiko + hold on (slowed and reverb), the internet

Jeongguk doesn’t hate Mingyu. He truly doesn’t. He is one of his closest friends after all; he’d held him up after Jeongguk had dumped half a keg down his throat and his legs had promptly collapsed.  He’d also been a successful wingman for when Jeongguk was aiming to add Seolhyun to the list of girls he’d bagged, sent pictures of his organic chemistry notes when Jeongguk had missed more than half of the classes in high school and didn’t laugh at him when he was heart-broken over Sua and borderline depressed. He was a true friend; someone Jeongguk could rely on. It was a simple brother-like relationship that Jeongguk deeply treasured. So no, he could never hate Mingyu – but he could absolutely long to punch that insufferable asshole in the face.

He should have known this was going to go downhill exceptionally fast the moment you stumbled into his room, wide-eyed and nervous in your unsure steps. When his pants had hit the ground, the shock in your eyes was a dead giveaway to how messy this whole arrangement was going to be. The second clear sign was when you jumped out his window because the sight of his bare dick terrified you.

Genre: Engineer!AU

Pairing: Chanwoo x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 2,190

Don’t you just hate it when you’re walking along – a completely innocent walk at your local park – and a baseball whizzes by you, barely missing you? Like, it almost could’ve hit your head that’s how close it was.

Anyone would hate that, I think that’s a very fair statement to make.

Nobody ever wants to almost get hit by a baseball, especially in the head.

But I guess it was a good thing you almost got hit and didn’t actually get hit. That certainly would’ve been much, much worse.

Still, though. The sound of someone yelling ‘Watch out!’ and the sharp, breezy whoosh of a baseball flying right in front of your face was enough to make you freeze in your tracks, enough to make your heartbeat quicken – after it stopped altogether, of course.

You let out a breath when you heard the ball land on the ground with a thud somewhere behind you, and you blinked a couple of times at the sound of footsteps thumping toward you.

“I’m so sorry,” a voice panted.

When you managed to turn your head to look at whoever it was apologizing for almost hitting you in the head with a baseball…

You hadn’t been expecting that.