via’s life

info about me!

i have lots of names! but i’m commonly known as via or chae

intj-t

i refer to myself as a confessional author but i still utilize second person for readers (like you!)

my aesthetic changes a lot but i tend to be lazy in changing my themes lol

ive been writing seriously for 5 years if not more

bare with me cause i never publish my works

my interests: kpop (obvi), tokio hotel!!, anime, etc (i can’t think of more)

who am i writing for/what do i write?

whoever i stan LMAO

typically txt, enhypen, andteam, riize, bnd (heavy on andteam)

i don’t think i’ll write for girl groups but i’m not opposed to them

i also write drabbles not related to kpop; like personal experiences.

i am interested in writing smut but i fear that i am quite inexperienced in the actual act…

psa/things to know

all my works are from my ideas.

likes, taking inspiration, and reblogs are appreciated but completely copying my works is not tolerated.

all the things i write are fiction even if i wish they were true.

i do wish to work on longer fics but for the most part i’m wanna take requests because i am starting out!

i MIGHT write smut for idols niki or maki (weirdly enough i’m more comfortable writing for maki) but i’m still not sure.

i might not be too active because i’m more of a reader than a writer when it comes to fan fics loll.

i do like revealing bits of my personality but please don’t expect things like face reveals because i’m not comfortable to do so on platforms with my works

despite not wanting to truly reveal myself, i do enjoy recognition in my writing and criticism.

im gonna be so honest, when writing for andteam and enhypen, i WILL struggle to write for kei, sunoo, jungwon, and harua simply because i don’t see them in such a way 😭 this doesn’t mean i wont write for them, i probably just won’t be good at it

no’s!!

these are things i won’t write! not necessarily a dni thing, just don’t expect me to write these things as i do feel uncomfortable doing so.

incest

step-cest

daddy kinks (i’m sorry i cant with them 😭)

works catered to a specific name (so like oc)

spit kink (i’m slightly a germaphobe 🥹)

smut for minors

cheating (unless valid LMAO)

pet play

the consumption or kink of bodily fluids or secretions that aren’t cum 😀

age play

noncon/dub con

yes!!

things you’ll typically see me gravitate towards or things i don’t mind writing

smut 🌝

fluff (ofc)

angst

endearments

ok this part gets a little freaky

exhibitionism

bondage

head lol

slapping (not in an abusive way 😨)

age gaps

body worship

your annual checkup rolls around as you wait patiently on the bariatric table. the nurse already checked your vitals, weight, height and whatnot, telling you to dress in the thin paper gown before leaving. goosebumps run over your skin in the sterile environment. you became conscious of the smell of antiseptics that filled the doctors office. before the nurse had left, she informed you of your usual doctor being out on vacation, leaving you stuck with a different one. this scared you a bit, knowing your doctor might’ve been the woman available with an MD in the small facility. you secretly prayed in your head that for some magical reason she appeared last minute to take you in as a patient but that thought was killed after you heard a knock on the door, followed by a man entering the office.

you couldn’t tell whether to curse in your head or to thank the gods for this, but damn was he fine. he towered over you without trying. his hair quite long for a doctor. you could only assume he was handsome with his sharp eyes staring at you with a mask on. he called out your name in question, making sure he had the right patient.

“yes, that’s me,” you responded. as if you weren’t already aware of your surroundings, you shifted more as you sat, the sound of the table paper and the gown giving away your discomfort.

“i’m doctor koga, but you can just call me, doctor k. you’re here for a check up, correct?” he asks with the kindest tone in his voice.

“yes,” you responded, clearing your throat. you can see the smile in his eyes as he makes his way towards you.

“okay, i’m just gonna check how you’re lookin, alright?”

“mhm!”

he rubs on some hand sanitizer before donning on a new set of gloves. his hands so big, that even the latex strains against his skin. he peers into your ears with an otoscope, gently holding your jaw. he didn’t need to do that, you thought, but he did anyway. after checking your ears, he pulls a sterile tongue depressor out of its package.

“open wide for me?” he questions. you swallow your saliva a bit, a pit forming in your stomach. it was just a simple question, just do it. you open your mouth as he presses the stick against your tongue. you feel the pressure against the muscle build as he presses harder, like he purposefully wanted to do so. you look straight into his chest, reading his name tag to distract yourself. his other hand somehow pulls your chin down while keeping your head up to open your mouth wider as if he was a dentist counting your teeth. you didn’t think too much of it, not wanting to get ahead of yourself. that is until you feel the depressor go deeper into your mouth, inducing you to gag. at the first gag, your watering eyes shoot straight up at his. you can see the glint in his eyes grow sharper. his kind look having a slight mischievous intent to it. at the second gag, your tongue retracts to save yourself from the feeling. you can hear him click his tongue.

“stick your tongue out a bit longer, can you?” he asks. and you do exactly that.

at the third gag, you feel your saliva start to drip, hearing the droplets land between your thighs, on the gown. he smiles a bit again before releasing the pressure on your tongue. instead of throwing away the depressor, you see him return it in its package, like he was saving it for later. he rips off his gloves and pulls off his mask. it’s like your breath was physically taken from your chest when you see his face. he seemed to have noticed your expression as he smiles slyly.

“i’m gonna go ahead and check your heartbeat, alright?”

as if you already weren’t at a loss of words, you nod with alert eyes. he brings the stethoscope to your chest. he tells you how to breathe as you watch him listen to the cadence of your inhales and exhales. his eyes are glued to you. no not at your eyes, but where his hand rests to monitor your breathing. you feel him press the cold instrument to your nipple, eliciting a sharp inhale. he looks up in your eyes quickly, and you can’t help but look back. he takes it away, looking at the hardened mound through the paper. he presses it against your bare back, your spine arching from the cold. your try to breathe as normally as you can, even though you both know how you’re feeling.

he takes a look at his clipboard.

"i notice you allowed your primary doctor to conduct breast exams at every annual check up. would you still like to do so-"

"yes," you respond, a little too quickly.

"lay down for me?" he asks. you do so as you rest your head against the top of the table. his hands are bare now, and so is his face. his hand reaches for your boob, feeling around the flesh, pinching and squeezing around. half of him was actually checking for any red flags in your health, but the other half was prolonging the exam to feel every bit of you. his other hand does the same to the other one. you hear the paper rustling as he feels around. as if the action didn't already confirm part of his intentions, you see the tent growing in his pants as you look to the side of the table. the tent pressing into the edge of the high table, hips rolling every now and then to relieve the delicious pain.

"you can take it off.." you murmur quietly. "she normally takes the gown off... to perform a more... accurate... exam..."

he chuckles at your timid eagerness.

"you're right," he responds as he carefully pulls the gown down. cold air hitting your skin forms even more prominent goosebumps, your entire upper body being exposed. his contrastingly warm hands make contact with your mounds again. you press your lips together in hope to not let out a sound. his hands smooth over your torso, eyes watching your expressions and blatantly checking you out. his fingers go to flick and pinch at your nipples. you let out a slight yelp and almost immediately hold your breathe.

"sorry,' you say, almost breathlessly, even though he hasn't done a thing.

"nothing wrong with making a sound, please feel free to be as loud as you like, it's a part of the exam after all," he smirks.

he brings his head down, face to face with your chest.

"are you okay with this?" you nod in response. his mouth envelopes your areola. you feel him suck and nip at your sensitive skin. his tongue works circles around it, hot air from his breathe spreading throughout your body.

"do you consent to a full body exam?" he asks, pulling away. yet again, you nod without question. he rips off the paper gown, leaving you in your underwear. you feel electricity as his fingers trail down to where you need him. a wet spot, now wetter, was formed a while ago, but you feel ashamed to have it seen by the cause now. his fingers swipe over the wet fabric.

"i think you're responding well," he jokes, fingers pulling the fabric aside to swipe are folds. "what do you think?" he brings the slick coated fingers to your mouth, allowing you to lick and suck at his fingers. he pulls them out to take off your underwear completely. he runs his fingers up and down your folds, quickly circling and finding your clit. he sticks one finger inside of you, leaving your hand flying over to your mouth. he sticks another one in, scissoring you open and plunging them as deep as he can go. you're left breathless even before he starts rapidly thrusting them in and out of you, your body convulses in pleasure. you can hear his other hand pull down his pants, you look down and see him pull himself out. thick, heavy, bleeding with precum. he looks at you again.

"do you-"

"whatever you do, i consent to," you say, blurting out.

wasting no time, his fingers leave you, just to be replaced with him. he splits you open, muscles stretching at the feel of him entering you. it hurts so bad but impatience hits you as you forcefully slam yourself towards him. he lets out a low groan, throwing his head back. after adjusting, his hips are thrusting into you, your body bouncing from the force. his hand circles your clit skillfully, your back arching up. your juices leak out, soaking his scrubs and the white coat he wears.

"ugh- i'm-"

"let it out- mph- i-i'm right there with you"

an unbearable amount of pleasure hits you, vision running white as you release on him. he grunts and rides out your orgasm as he finds release inside your warmth.

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"all set any questions?"

"is it possible to set you as my primary doctor for annual check ups?"

he laughs under his breathe. "of course, i'll have to check in with that, i don't mind having another patient, especially one like you."

you laugh in response.

"i'll see you next year?"

"actually... can i schedule my checkups to be biannual...?"

i can imagine after late night practices and returning back home after a long day of working, and they just see you lying in bed. bonus points if your wearing one of their thin oversized white shirts and just underwear underneath !!! shirt so thin they can see the slight details of your body, even in the dark. i can imagine kei, fuma, ej, harua and JO most especially being sooooo afraid to simply touch you as you sleep soundly, whether its cause they feel so pathetic or if they just don't want to interrupt your sleep. even if its a little nudge, they're afraid to bother you knowing that you might've had a hard day too >< but obviously after voicing your consent from previous conversations, they feel less timid about it. once you spread your legs slightly, they have a harder time holding back, giving you light kisses on your shoulder, that slowly trail down to have their tongue circle around your areola just over your (their) shirt. this is all before they just dive in, maybe shrugging down their loose pants they wore from practice just to push themselves into you, heaving a sigh of relief. the quiet sounds of your juices combining and the smell of sex just slightly spreading onto the bedsheets which they'll insist to change in the morning, even if you won't know why they feel the need to do so since you were so sound asleep last night. if they're still too timid about the whole concept (jo) he'll probably just give you kitten licks over the spot right where you need them while rubbing over himself, trying to stay quiet so he doesn't wake you.

but all the other members... they'd def be bolder. getting off on the way your eyebrows furrow and your body squirms even though you aren't awake yet. i can imagine nicho and yuma to be the type to really try and see how far they can go without waking you up. if you're a deep sleeper, your body could probably be moving from the force they're thrusting into you, while the bed frame hits the wall every now and then.

all while this is going on, you just there sleeping as your dreams transition from those strange lucid ones to the wet dreams with your man.

the dim light of your lamp and the shine from the nearly setting sun shines from your window. food and cups of water you retrieved from your kitchen before running off to your room lay on your desk in a messy nature. school paraphernalia is scattered on that same desk as you work hard to study. every year since school got "serious," you and ej made a silent agreement to study together before every big exam. you slam your head against your desk as ej sits next to you.

"i'm gonna fail!" you exclaim. frustration crept up to you since the year started, but he noticed it well before you did.

the slight breeze of the wind seeps through your window that ej opened so you could breathe fresh air to calm down. you've gone over the entire study guide and what feels like billions of mock tests just to be aware that you're getting at least get a C-.

"you've gotten all the material right, haven't you?" he asks.

you nod sulkily in response.

"then you've got it, you're gonna do great." he speaks with such gentleness that you feel horrible for complaining so much. he always knew what to say, even though his positivity angered you in the slightest bit since his sayings were so common. but for some reason, those very words coming from his mouth seemed so much more genuine than anyone else's.

he serves some of your favorite fried chicken on a paper plate. it was the kind of chicken he particularly ordered from hangang cause he knew you craved it. for exactly these reasons, and probably so many more, makes you question less of why you could stick with him for life. hell, your parents aren't even worried about your door being fully closed and locked when he's over, not that you needed to do so anyway.

ej presses his head against the surface of your desk to meet your gaze. his bangs brush the tops of his eyebrows slightly as his face smushes adorably. you pout your lips a little, letting the gloss you put on earlier shine in the light, making him grin and let out a little snicker. you look at each other in a comfortable silence, observing one another. you could see every pore, every bump, every eyelash, and every detail on his face. you lift a hand to brush the thin hairs out of his visage. you couldn't tell if it was from the heater running throughout the house, or having another person's body heat radiating in front of you, or maybe even being so close to ej, but you became aware of the sweat that coated your body underneath your clothes. it wasn't enough to have droplets trickling profusely, but just enough to feel the slightest bit of discomfort. you could only hope that the natural blush growing on your face couldn't be seen, leaving you wondering if ej also felt the same way as you did in this moment.

"finish studying.." he murmurs calmly, his voice laced with sleep and comfort. you respond with nothing but a "hmph," making his smile return.

"when exams are all over," he says, slowly. "would you.."

"go on," you push.

"..would you go on a trip with me?"

"just us?"

"maybe."

"yeah, sure." his head shoots up at your answer.

"really? no protest?"

"why would i?" you laugh, picking your head up, sitting normally in your seat.

"i mean- you don't even know if we're going alone, i didn't give you a definite answer- and you're not going to ask where we're going?" you smile a bit at his rambles.