Satisfaction…From Your Lips

*Yongguk Request- When you give him road head. * 

(So we did this one smutty but still classy. Enjoy!!)

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Maybe it was the excitement of the moment, or the throaty grunts of satisfaction passing through his lips that beckoned you to continue? Those long and slender fingers wrapped around the steering wheel in a white-knuckle grip.

It was entirely his fault.

The reason you were doing such lewd things…

He made mention of his drowsy state as the car traveled down a country back road. You had an idea…

 …One that was bound to do more than wake him up.

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Tonight, Just Stay…

Jongup request. *Meeting 5 years later* We were really inspired by Utada Hikaru’s song “Stay Gold” while writing this. Check it out if you haven’t before. It’s a beautiful song. Enjoy!



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Well worn leather gloves rested on the antique table that occupied the otherwise sparse hallway. The aroma that lingered in the air pierced your heart like an arrow; clutching your chest to stop the aching. 

A familiar scent mixture of sandalwood, smoked roses and cinnamon from his cologne blended with the leather smell of his gloves.

In this simple moment your dreams had come forth….

…into reality.

He was back.

Tears wet your eyelashes as your feet frantically carried you through the open apartment. You had searched every room to find no one. Until the sound of falling water came to you. 

Not quite in the right mentality, your body defied all reason and carried your feet into the bathroom, past the shower curtain. Mist and steam lingered in the air as you stood fully clothed, drenched, and desperate. He was surprised by your sudden entry. 

Taller than you remembered  he stood confused wearing disheveled hair and dark eyes. You stared in disbelief.

Steady tears made their way down your face. Reaching for his arm, you stepped closer…

“… A-Are you really here?”

With just a yank of his arm he pulled you in; arms wrapped around your waist tight. His face burrowed in the hair resting at the base of your neck.

“Yes I am… Just like I promised.”

“Finally.”

Softly lips pressed to yours; testing the waters. Sparing no time, your lips kissed harder…deeper…once again loosing yourself to the man of your fantasy…

~ The young boy hidden deep within your eyes, continues to entice my instincts.

Soaking My Skin, Drenching Your Heart

*So we’re bending the rules. We decided to do a scenario when you confess. Request for anon- When Himchan confesses (Remix!) * Enjoy!!

You ran as fast as your feet could carry you. There was a point you set out to make…an apology to give. Now standing outside his apartment in the pouring rain, you were too much of a coward to even take a step. Drenched and cold from the storm, you wanted to move and seek cover but your heart wouldn’t budge.

You had to prove it to him…what happened was a mistake…your mistake.

Tears fell steadily from your eyes, running down your cheeks; meeting with the rain that saturated your skin. Your hair clung sloppily on your shoulders and your clothing weighed heavy. Lost in the moment you ignored the discomfort, only focused on the man in front of you. He stood shielded by the awning of the building at his back.

His statuesque appearance was only broken by his intense emotional stare. Those dark eyes of his said it all, glazed over by un-shed tears. He was hurt and it killed you to know you were the source of his pain. 

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B.A.P teaser out! This is the inspiration we’ve been waiting for…Time to write!!

Payback Time Jagiya

*YongGuk request. When he catches you writing fanfics about other idols.*

-This one is a little long, but totally worth reading :) Enjoy!-

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Biting down hard on your lip, you fought to stand still. Any movement would ruin the shot.

After filming for 15 hours, this was the last scene of the MV. It was a risqué scene that required a “female model with a curvy body.” That was the directors gentle way of saying a girl with big boobs for a bed scene. It would be your luck she didn’t show up…

Everyone frantically started calling agencies on their cell phones…but at 3AM what chance would they really have? The director began to panic, scanning the room for anyone who was staff to fill in. You were on your phone with the CEO of TS Entertainment when the MV producer pointed at you. Your face dropped instantly, knowing exactly what he wanted.

“No way in hell!”

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I Ran to Save You (Part 3/3)

(Final part 3. Check out parts 1 & 2.)

*Himchan request from anon.* You run to the states with your unborn child. Himchan finds you 5 years later, meeting his son for the first time. Now he wants you back. What will you do?

You paused as he knelt in front of you, arms latched around your waist. 

You knew he would protect JaeHwa and yourself no matter the consequence.

“But who will protect you?” Himchan looked up at you, still holding your waist tight.

“I don’t need protection anymore. I just need you by my side.” More tears rolled down your cheek. 

“I may have left for the States Himchan, but I never left your side.”His face lit up.

“Is that a yes?”

“Mmm.” You nodded in agreement. Getting back on his feet, he tossed you over his shoulder and spun around. Placing you on the ground again quickly, he had you dizzy. He let out a quick smirk before pulling you close and capturing your lips. It had been five years since he had kissed you. Finally you were filling the void that lasted so long. Hoping he would never let go.

It was a deep kiss of passion. The type you find in romance novels. The kiss that stops time. Warm, wet, feverish. Your head pulled back in an attempt to catch your breath.

“Himchan slow down, I can’t even breathe.”

“Take a breath now jagi, I’ve got catching up to do…five years’ worth.”

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Follow Me…I’ll Take You There

Jongup Request *something nice and clean* 

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It was difficult to always live a lie. To put on a face every day that was not your own. You fooled him, creating your own false reality. He thought you were perfect, gentle, innocent…None of those words described the person you were. The woman he cared so deeply for didn’t exist.

So what were you really?

There aren’t enough wretched words in any language to begin to cover you. Manipulative, calculating, sinful, and sadistic barely scratched the surface of your personality. But for him, you lied. You wanted to love him, to be the woman he made you out to be.

When he finally caught you…you were speechless.

It was just another normal night for you, working at a host club. Barely clothed in a scantly clad dress, a cigarette hung from your lips and a bottle of wine rested in your hand. You were already fairly drunk, it was the only way you could even tolerate your wretched self. Turning to greet the customer just walking through the door, shock wiped the smile right off your face.

Quickly you tried to cover your body, but it was already too late…He saw it all. The respect he had for you was probably gone the moment he made eye contact. Embarrassment rocked your body, and you opened your mouth to speak…

“Jongup…What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t believe it. I had to come see for myself if you actually worked at this awful place.”

“How did you get in here?”

“Can’t you just give me an explanation? Something…anything that actually makes sense?”

“If what I told you completely contradicted what you see right now, would you still believe me?” 

You stared intensely at him.

“Yes. I believe anything you tell me.”

“Why!? You see what type of person I am, now I don’t have to hide it anymore. Go home Jongup, this is no place for you.”

He stood still, glaring at you; eyes piercing you through. His trust in you was annoying; that was what you told yourself. In reality you were annoyed by your own inability to change. Your mouth let out a noise of disgust, and you snapped. Unable to control what you said next.

“Why won’t you just leave…leave me alone! Every time I see you all I want is to ruin you…your innocence…your pure heart… It makes me sick! I want to take it all, and dirty you.”

The wine bottle met your red stained lips as you eased down another gulp; taking another drag of your cigarette. Jongup’s expression didn’t change, not even the slightest flinch at your alarming confession. Like he knew, he already knew the person under all the lies. Reaching out for your arm he encircled your wrist with his one hand and took away the wine bottle with the other.

Setting the empty bottle of wine on the table, he escorted you with force out of the front door. Brisk air hit you face, sobering on contact. The words you spoke to him came into the back of your mind. You were embarrassed at your brazen remarks…but it was the truth.

Jongup pressed you against the side of the building, keeping you arm distance away.

“If dirtying me will make you love yourself more we can go back to your apartment right now.”

He stepped closer, you lowered your gaze to the ground.

“You can do whatever you want with me, if it will make you cherish yourself.” He couldn’t have been more spot on.

The way you acted and treated people was a direct reflection of how you truly felt about yourself. You hated the girl you saw in the mirror, you always wanted to push her down and make her cry.

“I don’t know how to love myself.”

“I can teach you.”

“How? I’m so disgusting, so dirty. Why would there be anything of me worth cherishing?”

His soft hand ran down your cheek, “I’ve never thought you to be dirty noona, not even for a second…I can see the real you. You’ve trapped her inside for so long.

It’s time to let her back out.”

Take Me Away

HimChan Version. (Request for YooYoungjaesCheeks. *B.A.P When you meet 5 years later.*) 

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“Please stop me.”

Words spoken in deep desperation were masked by a moonlit night.Dressed in an elegant champagne evening gown, your heart pleaded with the man sitting across from you.His gaze was intense, eyes dark and beautiful. Sitting still in silence.

“I’m begging you. If you still love me at all, take me away.” Your eyes were glazed with tears waiting to escape.

“You’re fiance will be looking for you. When he discovers you ran from your engagement dinner, he will come here.”

The expression he wore was cold. You hated to see him like that, emotionless…

That wasn’t him. 

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Stop Crying…

*Youngjae request for Anon- (When you argue.)*

Inside the recording booth you could feel the tension building between the glass that separated you. You sat behind the controls; he walked in front of the mic and slipped on his head phones.
Memories from the night before flashed vividly in your mind.

“Alright, from the top of the second verse.” Your hand pressed in the inter com button; Voice flooding the recording booth. He glared at you through the glass.

“Whatever you command all mighty music producer.” Sarcasm ran thick in his response. Pressing your lips in a thin line, your glared back at him.
Inside your mind you pleaded.

Don’t do this here, and in front of all these people.

You knew he was angry, but he never gave you a chance to explain.

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I Don’t Like Aegyo

“Do I really have to do it again?”

A smile on your lips as you nodded, much to his dissatisfaction. A drawn out sigh escaped his lips.

“This is the last time, watch carefully.”
He placed his hands on either side of his flawless face. He was cute on a daily basis without trying, once in awhile you enjoyed teasing him.

“Noona pay attention to me.” He pursed his lips and made the most adorable expression. Now with his face flushed, you decided to ease up on him.

“How was that?” You tapped you lips, thinking about your answer.

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