this is how i originally saw the end of ep14 bc although dam is horny, its all very new for her so i didnt think that they would have gone all the way,,, but obviously the show felt a bit differently. this isnt edited!!

warnings: thigh riding, a bit of general fondling

Lee Dam felt like she was dying. The young woman was overheating from the inside out, an atom bomb that was ready to randomly blow as her temperature continued to increase. In the corner of her mind, a worried little voice would wonder if her hand was too sweaty - if he’d pause to look at her oddly. She was ready to tear her skin from her body to bare her inners to the man that lay between her open legs. Sure, she’d thought about it. What this little bargain that she had made with the mountain spirit could mean for the pair. But the reality was beyond her wildest dreams. Dam would get sucked into the moment, fingers grasping at his own as he drags her in for another kiss. Another touch to her cheek, her spare hand clawing at her freshly made bed as she attempted to hide the torrent of emotions storming through her body. Shin Wooyeo was experienced. The male would slot a leg between her thighs, pressing sharply at her core and then pulling away with that wicked grin spread across his features. Dam can’t help the flush that presses onto her cheeks - presenting the woman like a pretty present on Christmas day. She thinks that his thoughts had been running in sync with her own. Shin Wooyeo looked like he wanted to eat her alive. The young woman will ask for permission through the form of her eyes; they play their snaking game, idling down to the slight place of bare skin that peaked through from where he had unbuttoned his shirt. He catches on quickly, hurriedly using a hand to awkwardly unbutton the rest. Dam’s eyes enraptured until he firmly shoves his leg against her again, leaning down to eat the surprised groans straight from the bouquet of her lips. Mumbling about her cherry lipgloss before she relies on her hands. That spare one leading from the bed to the crown of his head. She wins a whine from the fox, and the excitement bubbles down to the pit of her stomach. The woman can understand his needy gazes now, the rakish way that he traps her. She wants to force more noises from him - see him look at her when she takes his pleasure. Although, this is mildly miscalculated. Lee Dam nearly throws herself off the entire bed when she attempts to sit on her throne. The movies seemed to make a hard action look much simpler behind the glares of cameras and bright lights. She’s unsure if she’ll ever try that again. And to make things worse, her boyfriend chuckles. Trying to hide the laugh behind a sudden palm that presses against his chin. Dam knows that she is utterly unexperienced compared to him, so she only knows one thing for sure. It is planted in the pit of her stomach when she leans into his lap; interlocking fingers on the back of his shoulders. Firm, and strong in her hands as she rocks into him, almost biting her lower lip to mask the strangled noise that threatens to escape. He’s gaping up at her. Jaw cracked in two, extending past his chin as a new sort of darkness seeps into his eyes. He’ll watch her, and in turn, she’ll pull down his hands - settling them against her hips. “What do you have planned?” She’ll respond with an innocent smile. To be completely honest,, she has no clue what she has planned. She’s ever so paranoid around her newness to this whole situation. What. If she moves badly? What if she injures him on accident? She heard that that can happen sometimes. In turn, Dam will expel a sudden yelp of surprise. “You’re overthinking again.” He’d taken advantage of the placement of his hands; slowly dragging her hips forward to rub against the thick muscle of his thigh. Wooyeo will cradle the back of her head, tugging the cranium to settle her body into the crook of his shoulder, hanging her against his front. She notices the sudden blossoming of her flower, blooming into something new, magical as she wades into the safeness of his presence. “You look so pretty like this,” he’ll continue his steady rhythm, a bead rubbing into the stiff fabric of his jeans, “I’ve thought about this a lot.” She simply doesn’t pay attention to his words. Savouring the heat that scorches

find the first chapter of my sol a x sol b fic. the first one is literally just sol b being an emotionally stunted lesbian. lemme know if we want to see a different perspective in the next chapter??

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Its some sort of sorcery, this way that a tube of goo could enrapture him to this point. He finds himself familiarising the way that her wrist moves to apply the gloss, swiping this way and that as he wishes that his finger could mimic the same motion.

okey kokey, heres another jina x jooik fic for the uni au. i've never posted on tumblr before so ignore if i do this terribly!!

warnings : he eats her out at a party in the tiny bathroom under the stairs. things dont get too too explicit though.

this hasn't been spellchecked so if you see anything incorrect, look away!!

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the door creeks open a second later, the tall, dark haired male crowding the remaining space in the tiny crevice in the wall. momentarily, she feels a moment of terror when she takes a step back; only to feel the cold of the sink pressing into her back. but that doesn't last too long, because he's hauling her into a seated position, hands carefully handling her like she's some rare piece of art. cautiously, they appraise each other, and the sultry voice of some singer crawls out of the speakers in the other room. the rushing noises of the party that rages around them suddenly switch off when Jooik thumbs the gloss that has collected on her lower lip. she's captivated. Not before long, he'll slide that hand back to hold her face as he leans in. He feels like hes cupping the whole world when both hands come to rest against her cheeks. "Do you want me?" His voice rumbles out of his chest in the darkness of the room. The only thing that has heated her up in what feels like centuries. She doesn't feel deterred by the way that her thighs grow moist solely by the sound, and instead, tugs one of his hands to feel her too. It's obvious due to the little black dress she decided to don. These days it seemed like his colour. And she's fine with admitting that ever since that kiss in the rain, she's been trying to capture his attention again. She knows that he's only doing this because he pities her, and maybe this was selfish of her. But even if she had to stand in a dark room to simply feel him - she'll take it. She's pulled out of her thoughts when she feels the bare air and a pressure against her nub. In correlation, he finally kisses her. If it was to filter out the needy whine that crawled out of her lips at that time, who knows. She simply realises that he doesn't want anyone at this event to know that the two of them were in there. He kisses her gently at first. Until he tilts her head back, cradling her jaw with one palm whilst the other explores. He groans as he sinks a finger into her. Her tight heat clutching at him, waiting for him. He feels safe. She has always sent him into a frenzy, and now he can finally feel his patience fraying; wearing thin. Her arms reach to rest against his neck, legs widen so that he can find a place amongst them. They fit like a puzzle piece, and even in the dark, they work in tandem. He familiarises the way she moves against him, whining for another finger as she remains greedy for more. His fingers are reaching farther than anything she's experienced before. She's always been aware of this particular phenomena. It was the first thing she thought of when they shook hands for the first time, it fluttered up in her - some sort of desire when his fingers fully overtook her own. She still hadn't fully realised that they were here today, doing what they were doing. He had refused to turn the light on, refused to look at her in this particular dance. Which had been fine with her, she was scared that if he saw her face in such an intimate moment. He'd finally notice how her eyes change around him - how she grew softer, more thoughtful than her usual manner. She didn't want to let him see her eyes fill with adoration when she looks at him. He pities her. Their friendship would be ruined if this was to come out. He doesn't love her. They were both liars. It starts again, his kisses getting deeper, and slower this time. It blocks out any noises that she could make, but sometimes he wonders what would happen if he allowed a few to slip forth. He doesn't like the way other people look at her when he's not around, but knows that he has no right to be possessive over her. They aren't together. He feels like a preteen boy with his erection straining at his pants. Jooik refuses to acknowledge the development, curling his fingers to the rhythm of the song outside, this is the sweetest form of torture that he could think of for her. Playing catch with the little sounds she made, pulling her body taught against his own so that he would have better reach to her mouth. He can feel her tightening

like a coil underneath him, and that's when he extracts himself from the woman - or at least, as best as he can in this tiny room. It doesn't fare well with her.

He's never heard the noise that escapes from her mouth ( and neither has she) when they lose contact. "You're so impatient", he'll murmur, rolling his eyes as he situates a smooth leg against his shoulder. "You're too cruel". She'll respond, finding her balance in this precarious position. Before she realises what she's doing, she's reading out for him, hands grasping for something, anything, she needs to feel that he's there. And someone grabs back. He pulls her hands to his head, clenching her fingers around his hair for him, and purrs when she pulls it just right. Jooik has to squirm in his seated position; he knows that this moment was supposed to be about her, but she's making it very hard for him. The burning in his lungs are back as he smooths a hand over her thigh, simply pulling the nearly not there thing that she has covering her. Hand guiding his way through the dark before kissing her squarely where he had just departed. She jolts in her position, head slamming against the arched ceiling to the bathroom below the stairs, and a groan of pain elicits from her mouth this time. In turn, he'll roll his eyes. He can figure out what she's done. He'll sigh when he clasps a second hand over her legs, pulling the woman tightly to his mouth before continuing his exploration. Jina will cry out when she feels his mouth against her, working reverently against her - her hand tightening on the side of the sink, grip white as she tries not to make a sound. Her hands are forming a fist in his hair, body tightening once again as she's reduced to a series of mewling noises. Coaxing him to give her more - he's found an angel in the noises she makes for him.   Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. And a shove, someone's trying to get in. "C'mon! When are you going to be done?" Obviously she freaks out. The woman knows that the other doesn't want their escapades being circulated round the department. But when she goes to reply, the male worshipping at her feet continues. It's almost as if it all gets a bit too much to bare as he works his finger alongside his tongue, working in tandem. "Aren't you going to answer them?” He'll say, before he bows again. The man takes great satisfaction as she starts to stutter - attempting to form words together, sound almost normal. But she's struggling. And he can feel the anger that he felt towards her dissipate. This woman was always poised, now she was here, falling apart due to him. Her head is swimming as she attempts to respond. She knows that words are coming out, but Jina feels a little like she's about to burst apart - her destruction and saviour at her feet. It's the quiet before the storm. Apparently she had made some sense, because she can feel the vibrations of someone walking away from the door. Instead, she'll focus on the way that he grins against her. Satisfied in her tormented moment. Although, there is some sort of sick satisfaction apparent now that he knows that he's the only one who makes her fall apart like this. Soon enough, she's riding his face. And he simply let's her take her pleasure. That leg around his shoulder tightening - so he knows that it's going to happen soon. His tongue will stiffen into a point, thrusting; not for too long, because that change has her writhing in pleasure. Like a fireball exploding, she finds the final form of their coupling. She knows exactly how explosive she was when he rises again to drag her into a kiss. Jooik's mouth is slick with her desire for him. It's good that the lights were off. Her taste on his lips have just proven how he makes her feel. But instead of addressing it, he wipes down his face. Pushing the now discarded underwear into his pocket as he nonchalantly leaves her sat in the sink. Once again, confused and alone The next morning, she’ll wake up to dreams of a dark haired figure meeting her on the street, in order to give her a piggy back ride as she drunkenly stumbles home from said party. The woman plays it off as a dream until she turns in the covers and notices the bottled hangover medicine that

the first chapter has been posted on AO3. I'm trying to dip my toe into this world so I might just make this a oneshot and then create a longer series for these two.

okay, so, i was thinking, the reason why miri and hanseo don’t get together straight away when they both realise their feelings is bc miri says no. don’t get me wrong, hanseo has a lot of loyalty and love to give, and he’s ready to give it to her. but she disagrees, bc she pushes him to talk through his traumas and realise where he sits in all of it. she wants him to understand himself first bc he’s never had the chance to put himself first. she doesn’t believe that it would be healthy with his current mental state to jump into another connection so quickly. instead, they take the time, they sit and study so that he can get better at being the chairman, she strokes his hair and protects him from his night terrors whenever he accidentally falls asleep at her place, and he talks to a third party to pinpoint who exactly he is amongst all the messes he’s been forced through. she reminds him that there’s a little jang hanseo sitting inside of him, in a little locked room that he’s kept to himself because he doesn’t want to see his true self get abused when his brother has taken everything else from him. he wanted to keep that side of him to himself, at least there was something that he could protect. honestly, going through therapy, he allows himself to realise that the idea of unlocking that room absolutely terrifies him. bc what if he retreats back into that dark place again? what if he allows himself to care for miri but he can’t protect them like he couldn’t protect his parents, or anyone else around him? and it takes a lot of effort to even get there.

but miri takes him aside, brushes her hand against his and tells him that she loves him for the first time. mind you, this is about a year after the events of the show, but they’ve been growing side by side this whole time, and when miri loves, she falls deeply. she realises now that she was so absorbed in the thrill of liking someone like vinny, after all, everyone seemed to be romantically interested in that man. but she understands that there wasn’t really any truth to it. she’s found it hard in the past to feel attachments or really any sort of attraction to people, living a very secular life. so that’s why, when she sees these very visceral reactions to the man’s looks, she honestly couldn’t help but internally look at him the same way. it’s like the awe that one may feel when they view a great piece of art, or an amazing scene in a film. there’s always a disconnect between the viewer and the subject at hand. but it was a different matter when it came to her puppy.

she’d remembered the first time that she saw him, ducking behind pillars, looking like he was trying to be some goofy spy in that smart suit of his. he’d raise a hand to swipe away a few strands that would fall across his forehead and she couldn’t help but wish that she knew what it was like to run her fingers through his hair. the attraction was like a lightning bolt that shot straight through her spine - and that was terrifying to her. so the initial times, she finds that she doesn’t purposefully try to interact with the man. happy to stand and observe. miri has gotten so used to being the observer. never the participator.

that changed when he got himself sent to the hospital after being shot. the residents whispered behind palms about how the young man had saved their infamous lawyer pair, but she couldn’t help but curse the italian. she knows of his prowess, she knows that he has ten times the fighting ability compared to hanseo. she would stomp back to her studio, something wild spreading across her mannerisms - utterly confusing any other resident around.

in all honesty, she’s never been one for hospitals. but she makes hanseo food everyday. she doesn’t trust whatever they give patients in hospitals anyway, and she knows that she has a few cooking tricks up her sleeve. they never really see each other, and she has always asked another resident to take the food to him. (a different one every time. she doesn’t really know how she’d respond if anyone ever questioned her actions, especially when she’s not completely sure why she’s doing what she’s doing either … ) it takes a couple of days, but she slowly moves to his rhythm. taking notice of the foods that he likes, the ones that he didn’t. now stopping outside of his hospital room to peer through the little window, elated at the look of sheer happiness that spreads across his puppy-dog features every time he sees a visitor with an entourage of containers for him. (maybe this is where his pet. name came from). even as things become a bit more normal, and he finds himself over in the plaza more often, the two would continue to peak glances at each other. her, wanting to see him smile like that again. him, mildly hurt that the only girl who had been playing on his mind for months had not gone to see him in the hospital. it’s only after he finally asks her, and she abruptly poses whether he would like to study with her every night, does one of the other residents let miri’s daily cooking habits slip.

she notices the distinct shift in his behaviour towards her, but he won’t ever discuss the new nugget of knowledge till years later, and she’ll get flushed and embarrassed at the fact that he’s known all this time.

anyways, it takes a year and a half of talking twice a week to crack down on the deepest fears that hanseo has held onto for so long. all the residents know when it’s happened bc they see the visible change. he’s similar to how he’s always been, but it seems like there’s something lighter about him. like there’s something that has been finally put to rest; the man looks like he has found a little bit of the peace that he deserves, at very last. when he visits the plaza, he’s gotten rid of the stiff suits in dark colours. this rigid business attire had been his method of camouflaging into a wall of corporate faces - maybe his brother would aim a sharp object at the wrong person, one of those that he had cloned himself into looking like around him. it worked on some occasions. but this experience had taught him that these clothing decisions had become survival for him, and that was surely not a sustainable way to continue living. so most residents would stop to flick their eyes over the young man as he passes. his simple caramel turtleneck and blazer combo seeming too settled in the middle of the two extremes that the male usually fell in between.

rumour has it, the man literally dipped the apple to his eye, the woman who had waited for him to get healthy for a year and a half, the only sun he sees, nearly off of her feet when he steals their first kiss. they’d waited this long for it to occur, they may as well make it magical.