#indigo writes: svt

[wongyuseokie]

Snuggly | k.m.g

Summary: It’s cold outside, and your annoyingly handsome roommate keeps leaving his very comfy leather jacket everywhere around the apartment, and you’ve returned it to him multiple times, but this time you’re sure you’ll just keep it if he forgets it again. Except for the one time he returns to retrieve the jacket, he finds you in the most compromising position possible.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 2732 words

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Frenemies (?) to lovers. Smut, angst, fluff. Basically, a smutty fluff piece to keep y’all warm during the colder months.

Content Warnings: Smut and fluff, mentions of Mingyu’s chapped lips. DO NOT EVER GOOGLE IT IS TRAGIC. They both tease and like each other and are just kind of adorable and cute. Mingyu is confident and shy all at once, and it's devastating.

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t do this, wrap it before you tap it). Masturbation (female), Mingyu walks in and volunteers to help her out. Fingering, overstimulation. Oral (female receiving). Nicknames? Mingyu calls her baby, and pretty girl. Nicknames, Mingyu calls her Kitten, Princess, Baby. Teasing. Dirty talk, but its mild. I think.

Authors Note 1: Literally no reason for this fic, aside from Rock With You Mingyu being the reason I got curious about Seventeen and remembered him as a ‘handsome guy with the leather jacket.’

Authors Note 2: Thank you to @here4btsfics, for always listening to me go on and on about Seventeen and Mingyu. Thank you for beta’ ing and helping me out with the smut. I struggled. I adore you and love you 💕 A huge thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for listening to me fret about this fic, up until posting!! I adore you. Also, thank you to @seungkwansphd for listening to me worry too. Thank you so much for hearing me out and listening to me!! Ilysm 🥺🥺💕💕

Cross Posted on AO3 © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“Hey, Y/N, have you seen my jacket? Oh, you’re wearing it,” Mingyu spoke as he walked into the kitchen that evening.

“I keep telling you, Kim. If you leave this lovely jacket around. Then one of these days, I’ll keep it, and I won’t return it,” you teased. Even if you meant every word, his jacket was insanely comfy, and you would gladly take it.

Mingyu smiled as he flopped down on the couch next to you. “Even if you look adorable in it, no,” Mingyu said as he made himself comfortable.

“I’m adorable?” You asked with a grin, and Mingyu nodded.

“Yes, but I still think I look better in the jacket,” Mingyu added, making you roll your eyes.

“Of course you do. With a face and body like that, you could wear anything,” you blurted out, making Mingyu grin.

“You think I’m hot?” Mingyu asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Shut up, Kim,” you mumbled, making him laugh.

“It’s okay. I’d say the feeling is mutual. Remember that kiss we shared last Christmas?” Mingyu asked.

“We were standing under the mistletoe,” you countered, and Mingyu shrugged.

“It doesn’t take away from the fact that a peck turned into a proper kiss,” Mingyu added, and you shrugged.

“I hope you are at least consistently wearing lip balm this year. I recall those dry lips,” you teased, making Mingyu gasp dramatically at you.

“Just because I had dry lips the first time we met doesn’t mean I always have dry lips,” Mingyu defended, making you laugh.

“Besides, I know my lips were damn soft that year because one, I kept using the lip balm that you not so subtly gifted me as a housewarming gift and two, you went in for more after, when everyone left,” Mingyu babbled, making you grin shyly.

“I also remember you pawing this exact jacket while kissing me,” Mingyu teased, and you huffed at him pouting.

“Maybe I was only kissing you for the jacket,” you retorted, making Mingyu laugh.

“Possibly, but somehow I still have the jacket, and you keep conveniently ‘stealing’ it,” Mingyu joked, and you sighed in frustration that he had a point.

“But I’m heading out to the gym now. Want me to get you anything for dinner?” Mingyu asked as he stood up, and you shook your head.

“Won’t you be cold? You can have this back for the night,” you offered, and Mingyu smiled.

“Nah, I’ll drive there, besides. I think this shirt accentuates the biceps more. That jacket would hide the hard work,” Mingyu teased, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Ugh, go away, you’re so annoying,” you mumbled, making Mingyu laugh.

“Bye, bye,” Mingyu said as they bent down to place a kiss on your cheek.

It was just something he did. When he first moved in, you discovered he was cuddly and affectionate. If you had to describe Mingyu’s personality, it’d be like a golden retriever with the clinginess of a koala. It was incredibly adorable and endearing and very hazardous to your health. You had a little crush on him just from the first day you met him because he was incredibly handsome, tall, and built, but when you got to know him, you fell for him. Mingyu was kind, caring, intelligent and clumsy, the perfect balance.

Granted, he broke more things in a week than most people did in a year, but never did he break your trust, plans or anything that ever hurt you. He was incredible, and you knew you were dancing on a fine line, constantly cuddling, flirting, and teasing him, but it was mutual that you both did it. You just knew that if both of you kept going this way, you’d implode and tell him in the most rushed way possible. You couldn’t lose a good roommate over it, so you just kept it to yourself, but oh boy, did Mingyu make that difficult for you.

Mingyu was hell-bent on riling you up, you two were snowed in, and Mingyu had to get his exercise in, so he decided to go shirtless and wear his grey joggers and work out in the living room. Now, you didn’t care what he did. This was your house as much as it was his, but it was sinful. The way his muscles flexed and the sweat trickled down his body accentuated every muscle on his body. You were sure he was Adonis incarnate.

You didn’t mind Mingyu working out. You just minded that he looked that fucking good doing it.

“Twenty-six,” Mingyu huffed out, counting out his reps as you walked into the kitchen.

You had a plan, too. If he wanted to rile you up with working out nearly naked, you could prance around the house doing the same. You wore a lace bralette and tiny shorts and headed into the living room under the pretence of finding something.

“Aren’t you cold?” Mingyu yelped when he saw you. He tried hard not to stare, but he was only human, and all he could see was how little you wore and how wonderful you looked.

“Aren’t you?” You shot back.

“Kitten, I’m working out. I’m sweating, you, on the other hand,” Mingyu responded, and you bit your lip at his mention of ‘kitten.’

“What’s wrong?” Mingyu asked as he walked closer to you.

“Ew, you’re sweaty,” you whined, but you didn’t mind. You had often imagined Mingyu’s sweaty body close and hovering over you. Granted, he was buried deep inside you and in your dreams.

“I don’t think you’d mind if I were sweaty and staring at you like this?” Mingyu teased, calling you out on your bluff and making you bump your hip into the corner of a table.

“You okay, kitten?” Mingyu asked, and you glared at him.

“What is this kitten business?” You asked.

“Just testing to see which one you liked,” Mingyu responded.

“What if I didn’t like it?” You asked.

“How about princess?” Mingyu offered, and you shook your head at him.

“No,” you mumbled, making Mingyu grin.

“Don’t you worry, pretty girl, I’ll find out what you like,” Mingyu said, determined, and you turned away from him to head into the kitchen. You hoped he didn’t notice how you bit your lip at him calling you ‘pretty girl’ or the gasp you stifled.

You were going to kill Kim Mingyu, that much you were sure. You just didn’t know how. You had tried to get to sleep, but every time you closed your eyes, all you saw was Mingyu, sweaty and huffing, his muscles flexing, and your depraved mind could only imagine him like that on top of you, inside you.

“Fuck it,” you cursed, kicking the blanket off your chest, so it covered your lower half. Sitting up, you pulled your bralette off, threw it across the room, and laid back on the bed. You started slowly, hands on your breasts, moving to rub your nipples, moaning as you felt them harden under your touch. While massaging your breast, your other hand travelled down to your pussy. You imagined Mingyu’s large hands on your breasts, flicking and pinching your nipples. You were already dripping, sliding a finger up and down your wet folds, soft moans leaving your mouth as you touched yourself. You circled your clit slowly, moaning, as you slid your fingers down to your dripping entrance. You pushed a finger inside and immediately groaned at how it did nothing for you, and pushed in another and moaned. Two of your fingers at least did something. You fingered yourself, trying so hard to reach your g-spot that you knew Mingyu’s long fingers could reach. You found it useless, so you pulled your fingers out of yourself, placed them back on your clit, and rubbed again, adding more pressure and speed.

It felt good, just not as good. God knows how long you were rubbing your clit, but you felt yourself getting closer to the brink of the release you had been dying for. “Hey, Y/N, do you know where my jacket is? Oh, my goodness! I’m so sorry!” Mingyu yelled out, ducking and covering his eyes once he barged into your room. “Knock much?” You groaned out. You were extremely grateful for the blanket covering your lower half, even if your breasts were exposed. “Sorry, I just heard my name. I think it was quite faint, and I, hang on,” Mingyu slowed down as realisation hit him. “Were you getting off, imagining me?” Mingyu teased, and you groaned. “Maybe, now, can you go so I can deal with this, and you can tease me later?” You barked, and Mingyu shrugged.

“Or,” Mingyu started to say. “Or what?” You snapped. “I could help?” Mingyu offered, making you pull your fingers away from your clit and jump up in shock. “Uh,” you fumbled. Your resolve was melting under his gaze, making you squirm. “If you need some help, all you have to do is ask,” Mingyu suggested, making you clench at his words and tone. “Let me make you cum. You know I’m the only one who can,” Mingyu purred, making you give in. “Fuck, please,” you begged. Mingyu sat down next to you and moved the blanket away. He quickly pulled off your shorts and panties along with it, groaning when he saw your glistening core.

Mingyu moved his hands, trailing up and down your thighs until his fingers could no longer resist the urge to play with your aching core. “Breathe, pretty girl, I got you,” Mingyu eased as he slowly moved his hand down your dripping core and pushed two long fingers inside, making you buck into his touch immediately. “Fuck, pretty baby. You were thinking about me while you were fucking yourself, weren’t you? That’s why you’re making a mess of these sheets?” Mingyu asked, and you could feel the smirk in his voice as he pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy. You could feel yourself starting to unravel and fall apart at his ministrations. “Yes,” you moaned out, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could think about them. You grabbed his forearm, indicating your orgasm was close. “C’mon, pretty baby, cum all over my fingers. Show me how much you want to cum,” Mingyu spoke as he kept thrusting his fingers in you, rubbing against your g-spot every time.

Something snapped in you, and you came. You whined as Mingyu kept moving his fingers, making you hiss at the overstimulation. “Fuck, I can’t,” you cried out, trying to move his arm away and fingers out of your cunt, but Mingyu had other plans as he leaned down and attached his lips to your swollen clit and sucked harshly, leaving you a whimpering and moaning mess. Mingyu finally showed mercy and sat straight, taking in your fucked out expression as he palmed his growing erection. “Good baby?” He asked, his lips wet and shiny with your release. “So, fucking good,” you mewled.

There was a moment of silence that passed where you noticed Mingyu palming his hardened length, it was then you noticed that he was shirtless, and his sweats were slung very low, dangerously low on his hips.

“More,” you mumbled.

“Use your words. What do you want?” Mingyu responded, his voice deeper and huskier than usual, and it made you clench even more.

“Touch me, Mingyu,” you choked out.

“I just did, pretty girl,” Mingyu responded, making you groan.

“Mingyu,”

“Yes?”

“Fuck me,” you said breathlessly, making Mingyu groan as he palmed his hardness.

“Gladly.”

Mingyu moved quickly as he kicked off his sweats and climbed between your thighs. You felt yourself drool as you took in his naked form. Every inch of him was carved beautifully, and you weren’t sure if you’d call a penis pretty, but he had it. Every inch of him was attractive.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” Mingyu teased when he caught you staring at him.

“Fuck you,” you muttered.

“Oh, trust me, kitten, that’s exactly what you’ll get,” Mingyu replied as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, pressing it against your aching clit.

“Fuck,” you gasped, and Mingyu grinned as he slowly pushed his length into you.

“Fucking hell,” Mingyu cursed as you immediately clenched around him.

“You’re so tight, fuck, you feel so good,” Mingyu groaned as he praised you.

You were babbling absolute nonsense as Mingyu pounded into you. Mingyu reached down and rubbed your clit as he fucked you.

“Fuck,” you moaned and held onto his toned arms.

“You close?” Mingyu asked, and you simply nodded, unable to speak.

“Then cum for me, pretty girl,” Mingyu said, sending you over the edge and making you cum, making Mingyu groan and almost growl in pleasure as you clenched around him.

“Fucking hell,” you moaned as Mingyu pounded into you. His thrusts were quick and deliberate. You could tell he was desperate for a release. Mingyu moved his fingers down to your clit, rubbing roughly against it. He wanted you to cum with him.

“Come on, pretty girl, one more time, cum with me,” Mingyu encouraged as he picked up the pace, making you whimper as you felt him bring you to another orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck,” Mingyu groaned as he pounded into you, making you moan when you felt him release his warmth into you.

Mingyu groaned, burying his head between your breasts as he came, and finally lifting his head, once he caught his breath, capturing your lips in a soft kiss as he gently pulled out of you, rolling onto the bed and pulling you into his side.

“So why did you barge in?” You asked as you turned to place your head on his chest. “I know I didn’t say your name that loudly,” you added with a grin. “I was looking for my jacket,” Mingyu mumbled. “Why were you looking for your jacket at midnight?” You asked, making Mingyu grin shyly as he tried to hide under the blanket, and you tickled him until he poked his head out from under the blanket.

“I wanted to see you, so I was standing outside your door, conflicted, and then I heard the moans. I just kept thinking about that damn bralette and those shorts you were wearing, and I couldn’t sleep. I just kept thinking about you,” Mingyu admitted.

When you smiled at him, Mingyu took it as a cue to continue speaking.

“I’d leave my jacket out on purpose, I didn’t think it’d end up like this, but I guess. I wanted you to keep stealing it so I’d keep finding you and maybe use a cheesy line to make you fall for me,” Mingyu confessed shyly.

“Like what?” You asked.

“Like, I’d say something like, if you want to keep wearing my clothes, you should date me at least,” Mingyu mumbled shyly, and you smiled fondly at him.

“Why are you so damn shy?” You asked, making him blush.

“I’m confessing. I’m a shy boy,” Mingyu whined.

“You weren't shy when pounding into me a few minutes ago,” you teased, making Mingyu whine again.

“I’m taking my jacket back if you tease me,” Mingyu joked with a pout. “Fine, then I’ll be the only girl whose boyfriend doesn’t let her borrow clothes,” you replied, making Mingyu's eyes widen as he smiled.

“So, as my girlfriend, you are entitled to all my hoodies and comfy jackets?” Mingyu asked, and you nodded.

“I’m entitled to something else,” you mumbled into his chest.

“What’s that?” Mingyu asked.

“Your love,” you said, feeling shy as the words left your mouth.

“Oh, that? That’s always there,” Mingyu replied as he pulled you in closer, making you look up at him as he pulled you in for a kiss, and you knew with the way his hands were on your waist you were in for a long night. You weren’t sure how you’d tell the story of you two getting together, all because of a leather jacket and a lack of knocking. You smiled into the kiss. It was a cute story. You’d leave specific details out when retelling it.

[wooahaeproductions]

With a clear color you seeped into me

The love that was clear in my heart

Introducing my Drabble event, Love in Color! I really wanted to come up with a fun event to do and a way to get my creative juices flowing. So, here we are.

Rules: you can request any member of a group that I write for: BTS, SVT, NCT, and TXT. You will request a member along with a color of the rainbow: Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet.

Please also indicate if you would like smut included but also understand that I will NOT write smut for minors or for Jisung as both the member and I do not feel comfortable.

You may also give me an idea of what type of love you’d like to see, but keep in mind these will still be drabbles.

To make the drabbles fair and not have an overwhelming number of one color requested, there will be 2 slots available per color. When the 2 slots are taken, that color will no longer be available. And finally when all 14 slots have been taken, I will close the requests.

Happy requesting! I look forward to seeing what you have for me!

-Red: closed

-orange: closed

-yellow: closed

-green: closed

-blue: closed

-indigo: closed

-violet: closed

Also please note, I am a busy person with a full time job and do not have a schedule for posting these so please be patient with me!

Masterlist can be found here

All spots filled!

[jaeminzie]

23, 24 i need new music!

23. Favorite song?

how i get myself killed - indigo de souza ; camo - ryan beatty ; inc. - dori valentine ; girls - the 1975 ; pretty boy - the neighbourhood ; still dreaming - raveena :]]

24. Favorite band?

kpop: nct, bts, skz, svt, enha, bp, mx

other: the 1975 will forever b my favorite aaa i love their music so much : [ ( honorable mention to cigarettes after sex bc listening to their music while reading and writing is top tier )

[idolizerp]

IDOLIZE GROUP PATCH 2.2

Hello Idols! I’m sure you’re tired of us, but we’re here today with some updates to the general Idolize narrative! Some of them are retcon on our part and some will take place via the site narrative, so be sure to read closely under the cut!

NIGHTMARE. 

As you’re aware, KTM is canonically struggling to define Nightmare right now, and they’re having trouble keeping the girls afloat. Our plan is and has been to develop them through the use of the Loona subunits, which will (as Loona experienced) grow their international popularity further, which Dreamcatcher also boasts relative to other groups. Much in the same way of Minx/Dreamcatcher, after the conclusion of promotions for the third unit (Eve), KTM will canonically (and this will be demonstrated through a pann and newsflash posts from the main) rebrand the group slightly. 

Their discography will NOT change. However, the company will give them an overall official softening of their image, changing the name of the group to Divinity. They’ll boast a half creepy half cute image that provides them more flexibility in promotion, and the ability to incorporate Loona songs into the main group discography alongside Dreamcatcher. The narrative of KTM will begin to shift towards a powerhouse that really has a big pull on the international market, as each of their groups diversify out, with Nitro’s strong overseas presence, Divinity’s growing presence, and XLNC set to take over Japan. 

After rebranding into Divinity, we’ll pare back to 2 subunits of three members each and redistribute the removed spot’s lines (because Dreamcatcher is not particularly fair with lines so that’ll boost things for some of the muses in the main group a bit) named Eve and Bliss. We’ll promote them alongside the main group, distributing songs out from the three Loona units to suit. Bliss will have the slightly cuter vibe and Eve the slightly more girl crush vibe. 

All of this information is updated on the pages (along with a new moodboard for the group!), but does not go into effect fully in character until the pann and newsflash posts about the change. Nightmare/Divinity muses incoming are welcome to incorporate it in their bios as if the change has already happened, however, since it will be upcoming quite soon. We decided to change the content now to make sure that everyone has the opportunity to evaluate that when choosing a position and writing their bios. Functionally their past discography doesn’t change, this is just a way for KTM to begin boosting them overseas and getting them better endorsement deals and opportunities.

1NFERNO. 

As we’ve mentioned a bit on the main in reference to some asks, we’ve been looking at changing up 1nferno because frankly Seventeen wasn’t getting the use we could have made out of their discography and never quite fit the MSG sound, and with indiGO taking on a more public friendly non-MSG sound, we needed to be sure 1nferno could maintain that MSG weird but strong vibe. So, after talking things over with the current 1nferno members, SVT is being removed and the narrative of 1nferno is reworked slightly. They’ll still have been versatile and experimental throughout their career but will have, now, a more cohesive overall image that trends towards intensity, performance, and the unexpected incorporation of disparate musical elements, reflecting MSG’s desires to be taken seriously artistically. 1nferno will function as the male counterpart to CHERRY BOMB! much in the way that indiGO and MayDay are counterparts in their appeal to the public market.

ON THE SEVENTEEN DISCOG. 

Lots of people have asked about this, and we do have firm plans to move forward with a new company addition, likely sometime in the summer months, that incorporates a Twice group and a Seventeen/Verivery/TXT group (however this is subject to slight change, so don’t hold us to those exact combos, though we will of course be using SVT/TXT). We’ve got the information for the group pretty fully sorted but as we’ve recently made additions and changes, we want to give time for those to settle out before we throw too much more at the site, lest things get really overloaded. Tentatively, the Twice debut year will be 2015 and the TXT/SVT debut year will be 2017, so you can keep that in mind when considering potential future muses.

[seobangcha]

Tag Game!

tagged by @kwon-grandma hehe ty! ily

Are you named after someone? nope! my mom just really liked the name madison although i was nearly named ruby after my grandma~

When was the last time you cried? i think it’s been 4 days LMAO

Do you like your handwriting? yes! it’s pretty neat and i like the way it looks even though my “k” is really janky

What is your favorite lunch meat? not a huge meat fan but i adore chicken

Do you have kids? im a mother of 13 currently :) but other than that, in the future i’d like to have 6 kids!

If you were another person, would you be friends with you? probably not im like super petty and awkward lmao

Do you use sarcasm? every second of every day

Do you still have your tonsils? yes! hoping to keep it that way

Would you bungee jump? if someone offered me a million dollars- yes

What is your favorite kind of cereal? cheerios

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? nope im the queen of being lazy 

Do you think you’re a strong person? uhh mentally - not so much im kinda sensitive and physically im weak so aYYY

What is your favorite ice cream flavor? kitchen party medley

What is the first thing you notice about people? height !!

Red or pink? red!

What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself? my hips/thighs lmao im working on it 

What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? uh blue bed shorts and im wearing blue socks if that counts

What was the last thing you ate? a slice of marble cheese 

What are you listening to right now? fri.sat.sun by dalshabet

If you were a crayon, what color would you be? indigo

Favorite smell? cinnamon mmm

Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? one of my friends from school

Favorite sport to watch? figure skating

Hair color? brown

Eye color? hazel

Do you wear contacts? nope, just glasses although i did try contacts once and it ended tragically

Favorite food to eat? chicken in any form

Scary movies or comedy? scary movies! idk a lot of comedy movies don’t have my odd sense of humor so i dont really find them funny ;-;

Last movie you watched? spirited away!

Summer or winter? winter! bring on the snow and xmas carols

Hugs or kisses? hugs 100%

What book are you currently reading? queen of shadows by sarah j maas

Who do you miss right now? my friends :(

What is on your mouse pad? it’s just a shitty black one from the dollar store lmao im broke 

What is the last TV program you last watched? just finished an episode of the walking dead :)

What is the best sound? waves crashing 

Rolling Stones or The Beatles? the beatles

What is the furthest you have ever traveled? i’ve been out of my province a few times but that’s only like 6 hours away 

Do you have a special talent? im literally talentless although i do enjoy writing! shameless self promo time - go check out @squishysvt its a blog where i write and shit 

Where were you born? pei (smol island in canada)

i’ll tag @choco-seventeen @mingyoose @i-am-the-best-quality @svt-woo @sadmaachine @yutaes-gf @tensneck @wonwoo-senpai @squishywooji @squishyjisu @riceballten & @donghynck  ❤

[wongyuseokie]

Tasty | j.w.w

Summary: Your boyfriend said the word tasty in a deep voice, and now he’s showing you what other things he likes to call tasty in that ocean deep voice. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut |  ♥ completed works

Word Count: 325 words

Age: 18+

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, angst (minor), smut. PWP (it’s got the briefest plot ever).

Content Warnings: None. Wonwoo is just giving the reader amazing oral. This fic just happened because I’m a weak woman for this man. This is just a smutty Wonwoo drabble. I’m a simp for this man. Smut Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation, praise? Sort of. It’s so so brief.

Authors Note: This happened because of that damn GOSE episode where he said TASTY in his ocean-deep voice, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it because of that man and his voice.  Cross Posted on AO3

Banner Credits: @classicscreations © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

“More,” you moaned as your hands kept tugging on your boyfriend's hair, as his tongue brought you indescribable pleasure. Wonwoo happily obliged as he wrapped his lips around your clit, his tongue tracing circles along with the swollen nub. He kept moving his tongue, his pace never faltering. 

You’re not sure how you ended up in this position, but all you recall is teasing Wonwoo about him saying ‘tasty’ in his signature baritone voice and exchanging a few more words. Next thing you know, you’re laying in bed, naked, and he’s laying between your thighs, his face buried in your pussy. Again, you weren’t sure how you got here, but you weren’t complaining. 

“Fucking hell,” you moaned as you threw your head back, 

“Shit,” you gasped when you felt Wonwoo do something different with his tongue. 

“Did you just spell your name out on my pussy?” You asked breathlessly. 

“And?” Wonwoo asked as he lifted his head; his chin glistened with your arousal. 

“Nothing, it felt good, really good,” you praised, and Wonwoo simply smirked as he dove back in again. 

“Fuck!” You moaned out as you started to shake in his grip, and Wonwoo kept his grip firm on you as he kept circling your swollen nub with his tongue. You kept moaning and babbling absolute nonsense as you fell apart on his tongue. 

“Fuck, baby,” you whimpered as Wonwoo kept licking you through your orgasm, not letting you recover. You were sensitive, but you didn’t care, not when you were on the precipice of your second orgasm. Your second orgasm hit you harder, making your toes curl and eyes roll, and you shook in his grip. With what strength you could muster, your hands moved to his head as you gently pushed his mouth away from your cunt.

Wonwoo smiled at you, taking in your fucked out expression as he sat up on his knees. 

“What?” You asked, panting, and Wonwoo grinned. 

“Tasty.”

[wongyuseokie]

Count for Me | c.s.c

Summary: You’re unsure what to get your boyfriend for Valentine’s. Thankfully, he has a plan, and you might just be very spent after giving him exactly what he wants. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut |  ♥ completed works Word Count:  2454 words Pairings: Seungcheol x Female Reader Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: PWP. Smut & Fluff Content Warnings: Smut, fluff. Seungcheol is a dom and wears a suit. Yes, that’s a warning. I’m not sure exactly what else to put, except this is just pure filth. Mentions of Seungcheol’s toned body because that’s its separate warning. Cuddling and bath time fluff. 

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, overstimulation, hard dom! Seungcheol, use of sex toys, oral (male & female receiving). Squirting, fingering, blindfolds, collars, handcuffs. Spanking? Deep throating, cum swallowing. Creampie. Slight degradation? Multiple orgasms, to the point of it being lowkey spent. Lolol. 

Authors Note: This was written for a Valentine's Day Fic Exchange for my ever-so-lovely @missgeniality. Ilysm, it's been an absolute pleasure getting to torture you with Seungcheol thirst traps and making you simp for him the way I do. Hehe. Authors Note 2: Thank you to @here4btsfics, as always, for beta'ing and helping me out with this fic, that too on Christmas ilysm 💕!! Thank you also to @darlingvernon for reading over this and giving me feedback. ILY and ty for thirst traps.

Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“Seungcheol, baby, what do you want for Valentine’s Day?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's toned torso. Seungcheol smiled as he clasped his hand over yours. 

“Princess, I have everything and more. What more could I possibly want?” You sighed against his broad shoulders, humming as you thought about what to get him. Seungcheol grinned as he turned around to face you, his hands on your waist, pulling you into his bare chest. His hand trailed along your spine, making you shiver, and his hand wrapped around your nape. 

“Princess, I have one present in mind, but baby, I need you to be honest in your response.” You nodded.

 “What is it?” Seungcheol’s grin grew.

“I want to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk. I want to cuff your wrists behind your back. I want you on your knees and a collar around your pretty little neck, one with a chain so I can pull on it, princess. Oh, and I want you to call me daddy.” You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“Tomorrow evening, princess, be ready.”

The following evening, you had spent the last hour exfoliating, shampooing, and shaving. You wanted to be clean and soft for Seungcheol, wearing a lace bra and underwear when Seungcheol entered the room. 

Seungcheol was wearing a black suit; he smiled when he saw you. 

“Lie down, princess,” Seungcheol said, his voice low, and you nodded, lying down on the bed. Seungcheol grabbed your ankles and spread your legs apart. You felt two cold cuffs clamp around your ankles, one cuff on your foot and one around the bedpost. You propped yourself up on your elbows and saw Seungcheol undressing down to trousers; you drooled at seeing his naked torso. 

“Baby,” you mewled, and a sharp slap to your cunt made you buck. 

“That’s daddy to you,” Seungcheol said. His eyes were piercing, his voice making you gulp. 

“Sorry, daddy,” you apologised, making Seungcheol groan, his cock hardening at the nickname.  

“Safeword, sweet girl?” 

“Peaches.” 

“Good girl, time for daddy to have fun with you,” Seungcheol said as he pulled your arms together and cuffed them together. 

“Simple rules, princess. You do not touch me unless I tell you to. Address me as anything other than daddy, and you won’t cum. Understood?” You nodded, already feeling yourself grow wet at his words. 

Seungcheol left the room, and when he returned, he had a few things in his hands. He placed a silk blindfold on you, making you feel as if all your senses were heightened at losing your vision. You heard Seungcheol move, and you felt him sit between your spread legs. Seungcheol moved his hands up your body until they landed on your breasts, massaging and fiddling with the lace material; he pulled down the lace fabric to reveal your breasts and hardened nipples. He bent down and wrapped his plush lips around your nipple while his hand massaged the other breast. Seungcheol loved your breasts; every time you wore a tight shirt, he ended up fucking you no matter where you were; he’d find a place. 

Countless moans and sighs left your lips as Seungcheol’s ministrations had you in complete and utter bliss. You felt Seungcheol move his mouth away from your breast. When he latched on your nipple again, you felt a cold sensation as Seungcheol sucked on your nipples with an ice cube in his mouth. You tried to move to feel his mouth on your nipples further; however, the cuffs rendered that attempt useless. Seungcheol dragged the ice cube down to your stomach before throwing it away. 

Seungcheol moved his hands to your lace panties, ripping them at the crotch, groaning when he saw how wet and swollen you were. “All this for me, baby?” You nodded, “Yes, daddy. All for you.” Seungcheol smirked, hearing how desperate you were, how you practically begged; it shot straight to his painfully hard erection. 

Seungcheol ran his long fingers along your swollen cunt, each stroke parting your wet folds, making you whimper as he gently grazed your folds. “Daddy, please, more.” You breathed out, “gladly, pretty girl.” Seungcheol nodded, not that you could see.

Seungcheol moved his fingers away from your cunt and collected another ice cube. He ran the ice cube along your wet pussy, several times until he fixed it onto your swollen clit, running it in circular motions on your clit. Seungcheol kept rubbing until the ice cube melted on your cunt. 

“Daddy, please. I’m so close.” 

“you’ve been such a good girl; let me make you cum,” he hummed as he circled his fingers on your clit, making you cum, and shake. 

“Count.” 

You gulped, trying to catch your breath, “one.” 

Seungcheol pulled the blindfold off you, smiling at your fucked out state. 

“What’s your lucky number again, princess?” You glared at him. You know he didn’t forget and were fucked for picking eight as your lucky number. 

“I seem to have forgotten.” 

“Eight,” you muttered, and Seungcheol grinned. 

“Seven more orgasms, pretty girl. We’ve only just begun.” Seungcheol said, and you felt your cunt clench at his words.

Seungcheol undid the cuffs on your wrists and legs, rubbing and kissing where the cuffs sat on your skin.

Seungcheol undressed and laid down next to you, his feet at your head, and tapped your thigh, and you knew what he meant. You crawled onto him, your wet cunt on his mouth while your hands and mouth found his hardened length. Seungcheol wrapped his lips around your clit, and started to suck. You almost forgot about his erection until you felt a harsh slap on your ass. 

“Suck me off, baby girl, make daddy cum,” Seungcheol instructed, and you moaned as you took Seungcheol into your mouth. He was thick and long, and it was easy to gag on his length in this position, but you liked the feeling of choking on him. It made you delirious and turned you on even more. 

You ran your tongue along the side of his shaft, making him hiss. Another slap to your ass made you moan. 

“Don’t you fucking tease me.” You nodded and took his length in your mouth, moaning at his taste; you sucked, circled your tongue on his tip, tasting his arousal and moaning. You always thought he tasted so good. You moved your mouth down, deep-throating his length. Seungcheol bucked his hips into you. You ran your hands along until you reached his balls and started to massage them. 

You moaned around Seungcheol’s cock as he pushed his tongue inside your cunt. Your moans kept vibrating against Seungcheol’s length, making him whine and whimper. You felt him still suddenly as he spilled his release inside you. He groaned against your cunt as he came into your mouth. The vibrations of his groans pulsated against your clit, making you shake and cum onto his tongue. You kept sucking and swallowing his release; he whined in overstimulation as you kept sucking on his now over-sensitive tip. 

Seungcheol slapped your ass, making you take his cock out of your mouth and fall back next to him. 

“Did my baby enjoy daddy’s tongue?” You nodded as Seungcheol got up and started searching your drawers. He pulled out a purple dildo; it could penetrate you and stimulate your clit. 

Seungcheol rolled his eyes, “pretty girl. You remember your lucky number, right? What number are we at now? 

“Two.” 

“Good girl, I get to make you cum six more times,” Seungcheol noted, and you felt your cunt clench around nothing at his words. Seungcheol pushed the toy inside you, your back arching. He positioned the clit stimulator on yours and turned the toy on, showing you no mercy as he kept you moaning as the toy thrusts in and out of you.

“Does this toy feel better than daddy, princess?” You shook your head no. Seungcheol pulled the toy out of you, making you whine, and slapped your clit.

“Answer me.” You whimpered as you felt his fingers tracing your swollen clit. 

“No, daddy.” You breathed out. 

“With the way you’re moaning, I’d think the toy is better than I am.” 

You furiously shook your head, “nothing is better than your cock, daddy.” You thrashed about as Seungcheol kept rubbing your clit. 

“Really?” Seungcheol said, moving his fingers away from your clit, making you whine. 

“Please, daddy, please let me cum.” Seungcheol smirked.

“Oh princess, I love when you beg.” Seungcheol placed the toy back inside you and leaned down to wrap his full lips around your clit, sucking and licking the swollen nub. You started to shake as you came. Seungcheol pulled out the toy and pushed his tongue inside you. Moaning as he tasted your sweet release, you fisted your hands in his hair, tugging as he licked you out. 

You felt a sharp slap on your clit, making you buck your hips, “count,” Seungcheol demanded. 

“Three.” Seungcheol smiled, placed a kiss on your swollen cunt and moved away. 

“Off the bed and on your knees, princess,” Seungcheol instructed, and you shakily got off the bed and got onto the floor on your knees. 

“Safeword?” Seungcheol asked as he gently cupped your face in his hands. 

“Peaches.” He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss. 

“Good girl.” Seungcheol grabbed a leather collar with a metal chain and placed it on your neck. He pushed a smaller, but insanely powerful vibrator inside your cunt, “you’re going to suck me off, and that vibrator is going to make you cum. This chain is just to ensure that your lovely mouth doesn’t move away from my cock, understood?” You nodded.

Seungcheol turned the vibrator to its highest setting and walked back until he sat on a chair. He motioned for you to come over. “Crawl to me, princess.” You whimpered. The vibrator was already starting to stimulate you, and crawling to him made you dizzy with lust. You crawled until you reached Seungcheol. 

You wrapped your hands around his thick length and your lips around his tip. You started by sucking the end of his cock, red and dripping in precum. You swiped your tongue against it and took him into your mouth. You felt Seungcheol yank on your chain, making you choke around his cock, and making you pull off cock.  

“Don’t you dare tease me.” 

You nodded as Seungcheol let go of the chain and wrapped your lips around his thick length, sucking and moaning as you deep throat him. You began to whimper, moaning around his cock as the vibrator kept moving inside your cunt. You stilled as you came and started to massage his balls, anything to ensure that your orgasm didn’t entirely consume you. 

“Did you cum, princess?” Seungcheol asked, his voice low and staring at you with half-lidded eyes; you pulled your mouth off his dick just to answer him for a second. 

“Yes.” 

Seungcheol nodded, “how many does that make?” he asked with a smirk., 

“Four.” 

Seungcheol nodded, “get up,” you did as he asked. Seungcheol stood up and pulled the collar off you; he placed soft kisses on the tender skin, making you smile. Seungcheol reached down to pull out the vibrator; he brought the metal device to your lips. 

“Open. Taste yourself, princess.”

You opened your mouth and licked the toy until you had cleaned it. Seungcheol groaned at the sight, “fucking hell.” Seungcheol pushed you back onto the bed and climbed on top of you. He lifted your legs onto his broad shoulders and pushed himself inside you. 

“Fucking hell.” You wailed. You were so incredibly sensitive, and his length inside of you felt too much and too good simultaneously as he started to thrust. 

“Fucking hell, baby, you are so fucking tight.” Seungcheol moved his hand down to your clit, and rubbed as he pounded into you. 

“Daddy, please, I can’t.” Seungcheol slapped your clit before resuming his thrusts.

“You picked eight as your lucky number. Don’t complain.” You moaned as he kept fucking you. You felt something snap inside you, thrashing about until you came around his cock, clenching. Seungcheol continued to fuck you through your orgasm until he came inside you. 

“Number, princess?” 

You felt tears of pleasure running down your face, “five.” 

Seungcheol smiled, “you’ve been so good for daddy, baby.” You whimpered and moaned; you were a mess. 

Seungcheol pulled out gently. He moved down your body and to your cunt. Seungcheol pushed his tongue inside you and licked you until he had cleaned his release out of you, making you cum again. 

“Number?” 

As your eyes rolled back in pleasure, you sighed, “six.” You tried to pull away from his grip, but his arm wrapped around your thighs, making it impossible for you to do so. Seungcheol kept licking your swollen and felt folds, his lips massaging your throbbing cunt. He kept licking until you came again. You felt a harsh slap on your clit, making you curl up and whimper. 

“Daddy, I can’t.” You whimpered again as you felt your seventh orgasm consume you entirely. 

Seungcheol gently held your face. “Hey, hey. Are you okay? I can stop.” 

Your heart swelled at his concern. “We’re at seven, daddy. Just one more, please fuck me, daddy.” You whispered, and Seungcheol felt his cock harden at your tone. Your heart melted at his concern. Seungcheol flipped you onto your hands and knees and pushed his cock inside you; you fell forward as he did so. Seungcheol caught you and held you up as your legs gave way. 

You were tight, and his length would split you in half at this rate. Seungcheol pounded into you; there was no rhyme or rhythm to his movements; he wanted you to cum. You suddenly wailed as your legs gave way, and you squirted hard, pushing his cock out of you. You shuddered and shook at the orgasm that consumed you. Seungcheol smirked. 

“Princess, you squirted for daddy, good girl.” You nodded, not knowing what you agreed to; you were fucked out. “On your knees, princess.” You tried to protest but shakily got on your knees as Seungcheol started stroking himself. 

“Open, swallow daddy’s cum.” You nodded, and Seungcheol stroked and pushed his cock into your mouth, his grip tightening on your hair as he came to your mouth. His warmth coating your throat. Seungcheol gently pulled out of your mouth.

You whimpered and nodded as you fell back on the bed. Seungcheol smiled at you and went to the bathroom. Moments later, he carried you to the bathroom and gently placed you into the tub. Seungcheol got in behind you and pulled him in for a kiss. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” 

Seungcheol smiled at you. “God, I’m so fucking glad that your lucky number is eight.”

[wongyuseokie]

Crossing Lines | w.j.h

Summary: Your boss is a dangerous man, and you foolishly messed up his schedule, now he’s pissed and you’re the only one that can fix the problem you caused. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ☁︎ angst |  ♥ completed works

Word Count:  2516 words

Pairings: Mafia! Wen Junhui x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, angst (minor), smut. PWP (it’s got the briefest plot ever) Content Warnings: Jun is a member of the mafia or an organised crime unit, I guess. It’s never really discussed. Think Vincenzo. Mentions of blood and death (nothing descriptive). A knife is used to take off a shirt, but there’s no blood. Is cuddling a warning? Jun is actually just a softie too. Jun threatens to kill her once, but it's part of the dirty talk. She calls him sir but it’s not kinky. 

Smut Warnings: Dom!Jun, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, use of a scarf as a gag, fingering. Unprotected sex (don’t do this folks), minor knife play. Name-calling. Multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting. Dirty talk. 

Authors Note: Honestly, I've been bias wrecked so so badly by this man I want to cry. This fic came to life because of @flurrys-creativity sending me thirst traps and giving me scenarios, and somehow it became a full-blown fic and reading this, too 💕 . Thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for beta'ing this. You brought my smut back to life and made it much more sense. Thank you, my lovely!! 💕 I shall send you more DK thirst traps as a thank you. Thank you also to @here4btsfics for always letting me thirst and cry over Jun because, look at him, thank you for reading and thirsting over Jun with me ❤️ Authors Note 2: Tagging my lovely June @junkissed-replies ❤️

Banner Credits: @classicscreations Cross Posted on AO3 © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

Working for Seoul’s most notorious crime family wasn’t exactly easy. Being designated as the personal assistant to the family's youngest member was even less ideal. Wen Junhui, typically known only as Jun, was the definition of a walking juxtaposition. His doe eyes sparkled like the night sky, and his body made you ache, with abs sculpted by gods and thighs you wanted to ride until you came all over his trademark black skinny jeans. 

On the other end of the spectrum was Jun’s job, which he referred to as more of a  hobby—killing people. He was ruthless. Noone dared cross him. One wrong word, the slightest misstep, and the poor bastard would be dead on the floor of his den before he could even realize his mistake. 

You had grown oddly accustomed to his brutalities. He had a job, and so did you. Your job was to make sure his demands were met, no matter what they were, so you didn’t become another name in a long list of kills. Except he had a soft spot for you. Or maybe it was that you made something on this already hard man even harder. There was a mutual attraction between you two that you never dared act on. The man was dead inside. 

Today was not a good day. You had checked and double-checked Jun’s schedule, but there was still some miscommunication. Whatever it was led Jun to believe you fucked up his meeting plans with his biggest rival. 

In this world, it meant that he deferred the meeting, which made him a pussy. He was not happy. Actually, that was an understatement. Jun was fuming. In one of those cartoons, smoke would come out of his ears. It would be comical if it weren’t for the fact that he literally killed for a living. 

“Y/N, step into my office now, shut the door, and lock it.” 

You felt chills down your spine and wondered if this was it for you. You’d be dead. He got up from his seat, and damn, why did he have to look so criminally good? All previous fear subsided, at least for a moment, as you took in his appearance. He had his signature leather jacket on with ripped jeans. You cursed your body for being such a traitor, clenching at the sight of him. Jun walked towards you,  eyes trained on you as if you were a target. 

Correction: you were his target. He stopped close to you, too close for the thoughts racing through your head. You could feel his breath on your face. Again, fuck your body for being so turned on when he was looking at you like prey. He placed one arm next to you, both showing his dominance and caging you in. His other one fished his dagger out of his scabbard. Fuck, okay, maybe you were really in trouble. 

He twirled the knife through his fingers with practised ease, making you wonder how many times he’d done it. Actually, it made you wonder how they’d feel in your pussy. You cursed yourself again, telling yourself to get it together. You legitimately might die, and all you could think of was those perfect fingers fucking you. At least your body and mind were in agreement on this one, behaving as inappropriately as possible. 

“Y/N, you messed up my meeting, and now everyone is calling me a pussy.” The knife stilled between his fingers as he spoke.

“Sir, I’m sorry I scheduled your meeting properly, but it just got miscommunicated somehow, and I’m so sorry,” your voice came out in a squeak, and you were fucking scared.

“Did you hear me properly, pretty girl?” That was new. He’d called you a lot of things, but certainly not pretty girl. You nodded, trying to make sense of the nickname. 

“Now, how do I punish you?” He cocked his head to the side like he might be trying to tease you. Except, you knew he used the same line on his victims.

“Sir, it won’t happen again,” you begged.

 “You’re right. It won’t,” he said as he pulled a scarf out of his pocket. You thought it was the same one he used to suffocate those unlucky enough to wind up on his bad side.

“Open your mouth, baby girl,” he demanded. Despite the words, it was a demand. There was no room for negotiation. 

 “Sir, please, I’m so so sorry. never happen again, I swear.” 

His eyes went dark. Not only did you talk back to him, but you defied an order. No one did that, not to him. He took his knife and raised it to your neck. 

Jun slowly trailed the knife down your throat, not breaking your skin, until he reached the top of your shirt. In one clean move, showing a deadly skill, he sliced your shirt open and left you standing there in a black lace bra.

“Do you wear clothes like this so someone can fuck you? Do you know what happens to girls that dress like sluts?” His eyes were on the knife as it trailed down your abdomen as if he didn’t expect any answers. 

“No, Jun, please.” 

He dropped the knife, and his hand went to your throat. The pressure was…actually kind of nice. Well, it would’ve been if you weren’t so scared.

“You are mine. Anyone I hire is my property, so you will do what I say. Speak one more time, and I will kill you, make no mistake. Understood?” You nodded. The rational part of you fought off tears because this man and his reputation were terrifying.

The irrational part of you was turned on, arousal dripping into your panties.

“Open your mouth.” 

You did as he said and tied the scarf tight over your mouth, effectively gagging you. Jun picked up his knife again and sliced your bra open.

“Fuck, Y/N, such pretty little tits. You kept them from me all this time.” He flicked your nipple. You stifled a moan, the irrational winning out. 

Jun smirked, “you can make all the noise you want. Scream if you want. No one will save you. The gag might make it difficult to say much, though.” 

He dropped to his knees and pulled your skirt down. He helped you out of it and groaned at your matching black lace underwear. It was impossible to miss the way your arousal dripped from your cunt onto your thighs. 

Jun grabbed your panties, ripped them, and then slid them off. You barely had a second to consider how counterproductive it was. He stood back up and stripped himself. That sent your mind further into overdrive because you’d seen him shirtless many times, but naked? This would be the first. The second he was bare before you, your eyes went to his penis. It was beautiful–long, hard, and thick. You squirmed in excitement at how it was going to ruin you, how he would ruin you. 

Without a word, Jun grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you onto his shoulders so that he could place you down against his marble table. You were face down, breasts against the cool surface of the marble and hips pressing into the edge. Still dripping in arousal, you had to remind yourself who was standing behind you. This man could kill you just as easily as he could fuck you. You were still considering which way it might go when his hand made sharp contact with your exposed cheek.

“Pretty sluts get this.” 

You trembled and let out a strangled moan. You felt Jun turn you around. Your ass pressed into the table. He removed the scarf around your mouth and kissed you. Despite his demeanour, the kiss was soft and tender as his lips moved against yours. He swiped your lower lip with his tongue, begging for entrance, which you happily granted. He used his tongue to deepen the kiss. 

Suddenly, he pulled away from your mouth and kissed along your jawline, nibbling on your earlobe. His lips moved down to your neck, and he started to suck at the sensitive skin, leaving bite marks as he went. God, your neck would be covered in shades of blue and purple. Not that you cared. 

He moved down to your breasts, flicking his tongue over your nipple. It was a lot of attention as he sucked and gently nibbled each before moving further down your body. By his mouth reached your pussy, you were dripping wet for him. 

Wasting no time, Jun pushed you up, so you were now sitting on the table, the sensation of the cold marble on your bare skin heightening your pleasure. His mouth returned to your cunt, licking into it with quick movements. He flicked his tongue on your clit, then enclosed his lips around it and started to suck. Simultaneously, he put one finger into your cunt and started thrusting. The thrusts only got faster when he saw how immediate your reaction was. His tongue continued moving against your clit as he added another finger. You were going to cum far sooner than you wanted to if he kept this up.

The pace was brutal, and Jun was relentless, not missing a beat as he added another finger. This was so much more than you were used to. Even with the addition of another finger, he kept his tongue working on your clit, alternating between quick flicks and sucking. You wanted to reach out for some sort of support that you knew wasn’t there.

Jun knew you needed support and didn’t care, determined to punish you for your mistake. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, rendering you immobile, and continued the nearly exhausting pace. You found purchase in his hair, the only way to stabilize for even a second. Something finally snapped, and you came hard. You tried to move Jun away from your pussy, it was too sensitive for him to be continuing like he was. 

Except, he showed no mercy. His fingers continued to pump into you, and his face stayed anchored between your legs. It was like he took pleasure in your whimpers as he pushed you even further. He pulled a second orgasm out of you as the screams fell from your lips.  Still, he didn’t relent, continuing to eat you out like you were his favourite meal. You were overstimulated and could feel yourself clenching again another orgasm approaching. When you tried to wriggle free, Jun only gripped your waist harder, pressing you further into the table. 

Finally, he pulled away from your cunt, removing the leg that was draped over his shoulder and wiping his chin unceremoniously. Your whole body was shaking as you tried to breathe deeply enough to recover. It was stupid to think he’d let you do that, though. 

Jun pulled you off the table and turned you back around, once again pushing your body down on the cold marble table. He pushed his cock into you from behind. There wasn’t even time to adjust to his size before he began fucking into you. He knew exactly where to hit, once again setting an impossible pace. You tried to grab the edges of the table and steady yourself as he slammed into you. He fucked you until you hit your fourth orgasm, something you were really enjoying despite the way your body protested the overstimulation. But, fuck did this guy’s stamina go through the roof or something? Before you could process that thought, he turned you around again, so you were lying flat on your back on the table. 

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t give you any time to adjust or catch your breath. Not that you cared, really, you were so blissed out. He pushed his cock inside you, and somehow the pace was even more animalistic as he pounded into your overstimulated body. You let your eyes fall shut, head lolling back, and received a sharp slap against your pussy.

“Look at me when I fuck you, baby,” he demanded. His grip on your waist was so strong that you imagined his fingertips would leave bruises. Your whole body was going to be covered. 

Jun’s breathing got more laboured, and you knew he was finally close. His thrusts became erratic, the final thrust allowing him to release inside of you. Despite his release, he didn’t let you relax as he quickly pushed two fingers inside you. The thrusts caught you off guard, and he curled his fingers to hit you just right each time. You let out a scream as you squirted all over his hands, signalling your fifth orgasm for the night. 

The next morning you woke up wrapped in a soft duvet, not entirely remembering how you had managed to get to the bed. Your entire body was exhausted from the night before, and you thought you could have slept through the rest of the day. Except someone was pressing soft kisses between your shoulder blades. 

“Morning beautiful.” 

You shot up at the sound of Jun’s voice, regretting that decision as your whole body was bruised and battered from the previous night. You tried to clumsily climb out of bed. Jun was quicker, gently grabbing you and pulling you into his arms. 

“I know I went off last night. I lose control when it comes to my work. Sorry that I took it out on you, but you did seem to enjoy it,” Jun explained with a smirk on his handsome face, but you could hear the sincerity in his voice. 

“It’s okay, Sir, I’m sorry, I won’t ever make a mistake again.” you apologised. You were unsure where you stood now, despite the lesson he’d taught you. 

“No, Y/N, you won’t because you don’t work for me anymore.” 

Your eyes filled with tears. Not only did you need the money, but you also enjoyed last night far more than you should have. The thought of not seeing Jun anymore stung. Jun took notice of your reaction and tightened one arm around you, cupping your face with the other. 

“I mean, I don’t want my girlfriend working for me. I know my job isn’t…traditional, but you’ve seen a lot while working for me. I do like you. I guess yesterday. I truly realised how much I care. But if this is too much, you can ignore the offer and keep your job.” 

“Sir, I-“ you started, unsure what to say. 

“It's Jun, sweet girl. I promise I’ll be there for you and protect you,” Jun interrupted, everything about him much softer than you’d seen before. 

“I know it's a little unconventional, considering I fucked the absolute life out of you, but may I please take you on a date? Your final role as my assistant could just be letting me know if I’m free tonight” 

“You are, and it's a date,” you replied, snuggling further into his embrace. His hold was so soft, and you were so content that you drifted back to sleep, hoping this hadn’t all been a dream.

[wongyuseokie]

Zen | x.m.h

Summary: You have muscle soreness, so your boyfriend suggests yoga. It’s hard to stay calm and focus when he looks that good though. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut |  ♥ completed works

Word Count: 2473 Pairings:  Xu Minghao x Female Reader Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Smut, fluff, PWP

Content Warnings: Is Minghao being a yoga instructor a warning? 

Smut Warnings: Fingering, oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), multiple orgasms. Idk. It’s just filthy. Nipple play. Squirting, fingering. Mirror sex? Sorta. Face riding sorta?

Authors Note: Thank you so much to @flowerboykun for helping me look over this!! 💕 and always thank you to my soulmate @here4btsfics for helping me edit and beta this ilysm 💕 Authors Note 2: @the-boy-meets-evil happy Valentine's Day to you my darling! I hope you enjoy 💕💕💕💕 lot's of luv ur fave demon.

Banner Credits: @classicscreations

 Cross Posted to AO3

© wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“Hao, I’m only doing this to show you I love you,” you complained as you plopped down on the yoga mat. 

You had been talking about how you were sore and tired, and your boyfriend suggested yoga, and after a few kisses and puppy eyes, you agreed. 

“Hao,” you said breathlessly as Minghao sat behind you.

“You look hot, by the way,” you complimented as you checked out his reflection in the mirror in the living room. 

“Focus, kitten,” Minghao said, his voice low and husky. 

“Okay, first of all. I’m very hands-on, so if anything makes you uncomfortable, please let me know. Still, there will be gentle touches to help optimise your yoga session and, of course, to help correct any positions,” Minghao explained, his hot breath fanning over your neck. 

You squeaked out a ‘yes,’ as Minghao pulled you closer into his body; his legs were placed on either side of your body. 

“Okay, you’re slouching. Let me, okay?” Minghao said softly, and you nodded as Minghao smiled. You smiled back at him, you could see his reflection in the mirror, and you could see how you were practically locked up in his embrace, not that you minded. Minghao smelt sweet, like oranges and lemons; you wanted to press your face into his neck and take in his scent. 

“Where’s your mind at? Bring it back to the room, and keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror,” Minghao said, making you nod as you moved your eyes back to focus on your reflection of you and Minghao in the mirror. 

“Okay, your back needs to be straighter,” Minghao said as he wrapped an arm around your waist, resting under the swells of your breasts. As he pulled you closer into his body, you bit your lip to keep from moaning as he pulled you into him. You had to suppress another soft moan as your body brushed against his taut body. 

“Good girl,” Minghao praised as he moved his arm away and placed it on your thighs.

“Take five deep breaths in and five out, and then we can start with stretching your legs out,” Minghao suggested, and you nodded, doing as he said. 

You took in five deep breaths, shuddering as Minghao did the same, feeling your pussy flutter as his hot breath fanned over your neck. 

“Good, now open your eyes slowly,” Minghao instructed, his voice soft yet commanding you to want to submit yourself to his touch. 

“Open your legs, spread them out, and I’ll slowly help you stretch them out,” Minghao said, knowing exactly what his words sounded like and how incredibly suggestive they were. 

“Uh, sorry?” You asked, confused at precisely what Minghao wanted from you. 

“Should I show you?” Minghao asked, and you nodded at his reflection, making him smile. 

Minghao moved his hands across your thighs, helping you to uncross your legs and keep them stretched out in front of you. 

“You seem wound up,” Minghao noted with a smirk as he placed his hands on your thighs. “You know, kitten. Sometimes, there are unconventional methods to try out, to put someone at ease,” Minghao purred into your ear, making your pussy clench. 

“Do tell,” you said breathlessly as you felt Minghao turn you around in his grip to face him. Minghao smirked as he leaned in to place his lips on yours, making you melt into the kiss immediately. 

“Relax, sweet girl, if I want to stretch you out properly, I need you to calm down, trust me, I’ll make you feel good,” Minghao said as he moved to kiss you again. 

Minghao’s plump lips moved against yours slowly as you slowly eased into his touch. You sighed in pleasure as he moved his soft lips against yours, felt him run his tongue along your lower lip, and opened your mouth slightly to allow him to push his tongue inside. 

Minghao’s hands wrapped around your thigh as his fingers trailed closer to your cloth-covered cunt. 

“Relax, sweet girl. This will be the best yoga class ever. You’ll feel relaxed,” Minghao purred, and you felt yourself give in and nod. Minghao’s hands moved up to the straps of your sports bra, he pulled away from the kiss to look at you, and you nodded. Minghao pushed your sports bra straps down, hissing when he saw your breasts. 

“Fuck, so pretty,” Minghao praised as his hands moved down from your neck to rest just above your breasts. Minghao moved to start massaging your breasts. 

Minghao squeezed the soft tissue and tugged on your hardening nipples; he replaced his hands with his mouth. He wrapped his lips around your breast, sucking and gently biting your nipples before moving on to the next one, 

“Fuck,” you moaned as you gripped onto him shaking slightly. Minghao pulled his mouth away from you as he pulled you into a kiss. 

“Did you cum from me simply licking your tits?” Minghao asked, and you nodded shyly as you hid your face between his neck and shoulder, and Minghao felt himself harden further as he felt your breasts on his chest. 

“Fucking hell, what will happen when I get my tongue inside you?” Minghao teased, and you squirmed, making him laugh. 

You moaned at his words as Minghao moved his lips back to your breast, his lips sucking your breasts while his thick tongue flicked your nipples. 

“Hao, I’m going to cum,” you moaned as he kept playing with your breasts. You shook on his lap and squirmed as you came down from your second high. Minghao pulled you in for a kiss. 

“Seriously, do you know how hot it is that I can make you cum by just playing with your tits?” You blushed as you hid your head in the space between his neck and shoulder. 

Minghao moved his hand up your thighs, rested it on your leggings, and smirked before speaking. 

“Lie down, and let me take this off you,” Minghao said, and you nodded as Minghao pushed you down onto the mat, pulled off your sports bra, and then tugged off your leggings, leaving you in your damp underwear. 

Minghao moved to place his fingers on your underwear, groaning as he felt the sticky material.

“You’re already fucking wet?” Minghao smirked at you and nodded, sitting up a bit as you watched him touch you. 

“Fucking hell,” Minghao said as he trailed his fingers along your wet folds. 

“Pretty,” Minghao praised as he ran his fingers down to your entrance; he moaned, feeling your wetness. He collected your arousal and trailed his fingers back to your clit. 

Minghao rubbed on your clit in circles, agonisingly slow. He pulled you in for a kiss as he kept rubbing your clit. 

Minghao pulled at your lower lip with his mouth, making you moan. Minghao slipped his thick tongue inside you as you kept whimpering into the kiss. You stilled as your orgasm hit you, his fingers slowly helping you to ride it out. 

Minghao pulled away from the kiss gently as he moved his fingers to your entrance and wet his fingers with your release. He brought his fingers back to his mouth, sucking as he moaned, tasting you. 

“Fuck baby, you taste so good. Come on, open your mouth,” Minghao spoke, and you opened your mouth slightly as Minghao placed his fingers on your lips, sucking his fingers clean. 

“I need to taste you some more, princess,” Minghao said as he placed your legs over his shoulders, smiling as he laid down between your thighs and pushed his thick tongue inside you. Minghao groaned as he tasted you and then moved his mouth to wrap his plush lips around your clit as he sucked. 

Minghao flicked his tongue against your clit, each flick making you arch your back and back into his mouth. He pushed two fingers into you and fingered you hard while you practically rode his face. 

“Fuck,” you gasped as Minghao added another finger. You moaned as you held onto his forearm, as Minghao rubbed his thumb over your clit, while his fingers thrust inside your cunt.

“Pretty girl, one more, give me one more,” Minghao coaxed, and you whimpered as he sped up his fingers inside you, his words pushing you over the edge. 

“Fuck, yes, Hao. Fuck,” you mumbled as you came on his fingers. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, brought them to his lips, and sucked. “You taste incredible, baby,” Minghao praised as he smiled at you. 

“There are other things to stretch, maybe your mouth as well,” Minghao said cockily, and you nodded as Minghao stood up to strip himself naked. His thick cock stood proud and erect against his toned abs. 

“Come here, baby, let’s test that mouth of yours,” Minghao said as he laid down next to you, and you turned around to get on your knees, and you moved to kneel between his thighs. You would never do something like this, but he was intoxicating, it was like he put you under a spell, and you were willing to submit to his every request. 

You moved your mouth down his body until you reached his thick cock. It was hard and ready; it was begging to be touched. You wrapped your lips around his thick length. You moved your mouth up and down his length, and he started groaning and fisting his hands on the yoga mat. 

“Fucking hell, Y/N, you take me so well.” You moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him buck into your mouth. 

“Fuck Y/N, let me fuck you,” Minghao moaned, and you nodded at him feeling your cunt clench at the thought of his thick cock splitting you open. 

Minghao ran the head of his cock along your wet fold, making you whimper as he did so. He pushed in and went as slow as possible. You were so tight for him. The way your cunt wrapped around him, he thought he would cum right then. You were so wet, warm, and tight for him. 

“Fucking hell, you are so fucking tight.” You moaned as Minghao grabbed your waist and started to thrust into you. 

“Fucking hell Hao,” you sighed as you fell forward, holding the yoga mat for support. 

“So good,” you whimpered as he kept pounding into you. Minghao was so incredibly thick, and his thickness was splitting you in two. It felt so good the way he stretched you out. 

“You like that?” Minghao asked as he slapped your ass. 

“Yes, fucking hell,” you moaned as he kept fucking you, his thrusts relentless, the way he angled his hips to hit the spot inside you that had you begging for more. You wailed as you came, clenching around his cock. Minghao groaned as he came soon after, making you moan as his warmth filled you up. 

He pulled out of you slowly and moved down, placing his mouth on your pussy. His hands grabbed your ass and spread the cheeks apart as he stuck his tongue inside your cunt, licking his cum out of you as you shook with the overstimulation. 

Minghao fingered your cunt until you snapped and wailed as he made you squirt, you felt your legs tremble, and your orgasm took over you. 

Minghao gently laid down next to you and pulled you into his arms. 

“That was so fucking hot,” he groaned as you blushed, hiding your face in his toned chest. 

“Wasn’t that better than a typical yoga session?” Minghao asked. 

“How do you feel?” 

“Zen.” 

[wongyuseokie]

Leaf Me Alone | j.w.w

Summary: Jeon Wonwoo is the newest hire at your flower shop, and he’s handsome, tall and painfully shy, and worst of all, in the last three months, you’ve exchanged three whole sentences and nods, you never know what he’s thinking, but you can’t help but wonder if he’s annoyed by your presence.  pg |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ mild angst |  ♥ completed work Word Count: 1814 words

Age: PG

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, hints of angst, reader rightfully thirsts over Wonwoo.

Content Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff and miscommunication, but it is lowkey cute.

Smut Warnings: None, really, another tooth-rotting fluff fic.

Authors Note: I took inspiration from how introverted Wonwoo is, it’s incredibly endearing to me, but it’s also something that I worry that, as an extrovert, I’ll scare off any introverted person I meet. So, I just wanted to explore that idea. It’s very self-serving and fluffy 💕 Authors Note 2: Thank you so so much, my lovely @here4btsfics. For just hearing me go on and on about Wonwoo like every day and encouraging me with this story and yelling me to post it, I adore you dearly and thank you so much for helping me beta this too!! Thank you to @defwoodz for always reading over this and clowning me. Banner Credits: @classicseffects Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

Three Months Ago,

“Finally, this is Y/N, my daughter. She runs the shop most days. Y/N, this is Wonwoo, our newest hire,” your mum spoke as she introduced you to a tall and handsome man with a shy smile gracing his face. 

“Hi, Wonwoo. Nice to meet you!” You greeted him enthusiastically, making him grin more shyly before he greeted you.

“You too,” you responded, his voice deep and resonating, it was deeper than the ocean, honestly, and you were convinced that this man would be the reason you finally understood what a work crush meant. 

Wonwoo smiled at you once more before following your mother around the flower shop for a tour, and you smiled back at him. So, what if he was shy at first? Wasn’t everyone? You were sure that throughout working together, you two would be able to develop a friendship at least. 

Your hopes of developing a friendship were shot to smithereens when you realised that Wonwoo was not only very shy but also very diligent. Never one to engage in non-work-related conversations during work hours and over the three months, he’d been working. You both exchanged roughly three whole sentences. 

“Stop staring and ask him if he wants a coffee or something,” your mum whispered, making you yelp and pout at her. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” you defended weakly, making your mother grin at you. 

“Those heart eyes can be seen from a mile away. Just ask him if he wants to grab a coffee or something. He seems like a sweet kid,” your mother encouraged, and you shrugged. 

“So sweet that he doesn’t speak?” You asked, and your mother just smiled at you. 

“He might not feel comfortable starting a conversation, but that doesn’t mean he can’t hold one or have one. It just means he might need someone else to start it sometimes. Plus, he’s the new one here, go,” your mother explained, giving you a slight nudge making you pout more as you walked over slowly towards Wonwoo’s station. 

Honestly, looking the way he did was a crime. You often thought this, his captivating features, often making him look cold or unapproachable, paired with a faded apron and his long fingers delicately arranging flowers into a bouquet, it all looked like something out of a romance novel. He was the mysterious, cold, but soft guy, and you were the wide-eyed girl who could only admire the man you knew nothing about. 

“Hey!” You greeted as you walked over to stand opposite Wonwoo. 

“Oh, Y/N, hi, you, okay? I heard you, I think, squeaking over there?” Wonwoo joked, and you grinned at him. 

Wonwoo, while shy, had his moments. You knew he could be funny and had a harmless and silly sense of humour, and it endeared to you dearly. 

“Yeah, my mum was talking to me, anyways I was wondering if you’d be free for a coffee or tea?” You asked quickly, and Wonwoo nodded. 

“Sure! I was looking for a boost. Where do you fancy going?” Wonwoo asked, and you smiled at him before suggesting a place. 

It worked! You thought it was fine, and you and Wonwoo would now be friends, and it was all because you mustered up the courage to speak to him. 

Three Weeks Later 

Since the coffee trip, you and Wonwoo had gotten closer. You were getting to know him. You knew his favourite colour and what he’d do if he was upset. Wonwoo was so many things, but there was still a wall up, something you couldn’t get past. He wouldn’t let you in completely, but you had a trick up your sleeve. 

“Wonwoo, you know they say that you can tell much about someone based on their favourite things?” You stated lamely, and Wonwoo looked up from his floral arrangement to stare at you nodding slowly, humouring you. 

“Yes?” He replied unsurely. 

“Well, what’s your favourite flower?” You asked, and Wonwoo paused to think about it. 

“I don’t think I have one,” Wonwoo answered. 

You work in a flower shop. Your plan was failing because he didn’t have a favourite flower. You hoped he’d answer. 

“Doesn’t mean I need to have a flower,” Wonwoo answered, and you pouted, and you missed the way he smiled fondly at you. 

“But, to answer your question. I can tell you a flower I find pretty?” Wonwoo offered, and you nodded eagerly. 

“I like carnations. They look pretty,” Wonwoo stated, and you smiled at him until you recalled what carnations symbolise. 

“Don’t they mean new love?” You said, your voice quieter and Wonwoo shrugged. 

“I didn’t know that, but I guess they do, huh? How apt,” Wonwoo said with a grin, and you felt your chest hurt with his words, and you needed to get away. Of course, he had love in his life, and you were wasting your time. 

“Cool, carnations, um. I’ll see you later,” you rushed as you tried to move away. 

“Wait, you didn’t tell me your favourite flower?” Wonwoo asked, and you shrugged. 

“Doesn’t matter anymore,” you mumbled, and Wonwoo pouted at you but didn’t protest any further when you walked away. 

Three Days Later

The following Monday, you got to work to find a bouquet of red roses delicately wrapped and placed on your workstation, and you saw a note on the bouquet.

‘You never told me your favourite, is this it?’ -Wonwoo

You had to fight off the smile that was making its way to your face. You knew he was in the shop. You could see his denim jacket out of your peripheral. You sighed and admired the flowers, put them in a vase, and paid no attention to them.

You thought the flowers were beautiful, but red roses were never your favourite.

Wonwoo wasn’t offended. He just made a note he’d try something else tomorrow.

On Tuesday, you found a bouquet of daisies at your workstation, and you stared up to see Wonwoo smiling at you, and you shook your head, smiling at him, and he nodded, understanding that daisies weren’t the ones either.

 You did read his note, however.

‘No to red roses? I agree, they can be a lot; let’s see, how about daisies?’-Wonwoo

You almost felt bad for not telling Wonwoo your favourite flowers, you didn’t want him to keep making bouquets to figure out your favourite flowers, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention. Plus, you figured that he couldn’t keep it up for too long. What was the harm?

‘I mean, honestly, I don’t know too many people who like daffodils, but maybe you do?’-Wonwoo.

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you read Wonwoo’s note Wednesday morning. You turned to face him, and he looked at you questioningly, and you just smiled softly and shook your head at him, making him pout. Then nodded at you.

“I work in a flower shop. I’ll find it,” Wonwoo declared, making you smile.

You’d stop him soon. What he was doing wasn’t entirely appropriate. It was getting out of hand, especially if he had a new love in his life.

“They say orchids are wonderful. Tell me, Y/N is this your favourite?”-Wonwoo.

“Wonwoo,” you said as you approached him after you saw the bouquet at your workstation the following.

“I got it. Orchids, right? I guess Thursday is my lucky day,” Wonwoo babbled excitedly, and you shook your head.

“Damn, well, I still have Friday! I can’t stay and chat. I have a few deliveries to make,” Wonwoo said hurriedly, leaving you with a handful of Orchids and a soft smile on your face.

“Like the sun, you brighten my day. Sunflowers must be the one?”-Wonwoo.

“Tell me. I got these, right? Make my Friday Y/N. Did I finally get the right one?” Wonwoo asked as you placed the flowers into the vase.

“We should talk,” you said, taking his hand and dragging him into the office.

“Wonwoo, if you have a girlfriend, it’s highly inappropriate to send me flowers,” you started to say, earning a chuckle from him.

“A girlfriend?” Wonwoo asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, the carnations, they mean new love, and you said it was apt,” you explained, earning another chuckle from Wonwoo.

“What is so damn funny?” You questioned, and Wonwoo inched closer to you.

“Did I ever say I had a girlfriend?” Wonwoo asked, and you looked down at the floor.

“No,” you mumbled.

“Then?” Wonwoo pushed.

“You said new love was apt,” you argued, and Wonwoo smiled, nodding.

“I did, and there is someone I love spending my time with, except for the past week, she’s been ignoring me. So, I kept sending her the wrong flowers, hoping I’d get her to talk,” Wonwoo explained, making you look up at him.

“Wrong flowers?” You asked, and Wonwoo nodded, pointing to the vase you kept on your office desk.

“I put these in the vase every day, but sadly you only noticed the wrong ones,” Wonwoo explained as he pointed to the peonies carefully arranged and placed on the vase on your desk.

“I have a pattern of noticing the wrong things, I guess,” you mumbled, and Wonwoo shook his head as you turned to face him.

“Well, you noticed, late, but you noticed, so it’s good,” Wonwoo comforted.

“Wait, how did you know peonies are my favourite?” You asked, making Wonwoo smile shyly.

“Anytime you had an order with peonies, you held them and handled each stem, each petal with so much care, and when you were done, you’d smile at each creation and take a photo. I figured you liked them enough,” Wonwoo elaborated, making you grin at them.

“I also heard they symbolise love,” Wonwoo added, making you grin.

“How apt,” you mumbled, making Wonwoo laugh as he inched closer, his face inches away from yours.

“Now, may I please kiss you? You do owe me for making you the wrong bouquets for five days straight,” Wonwoo asked, pouting.

“Please,” you said quietly, and that’s all it took for Wonwoo to close the gap between you two as he placed his lips over yours, his soft lips melting and moving against yours as his hands cupped your face. He pulled away slowly, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You can’t do that. I get flustered,” you whined, making Wonwoo laugh.

“Prepare always to be flustered now that you’re mine,” Wonwoo declared, and you looked up at him.

“I’m yours?” You asked, and Wonwoo nodded shyly.

“Good, then you’re mine too,” you said, leaning up to kiss him again.

“Out of curiosity,” you said as you pulled away. “How long would you have continued sending me flowers if I didn’t stop you?” You asked.

“As long as it took to end up in this position.”

[wongyuseokie]

Posy Bee | k.m.g

Summary: Mingyu is your colleague and the walking definition of pretty privilege. His clumsy thumbs have broken more vases than you can count, yet he brings in the most orders to your shop. It's all thanks to his handsome face, it’s annoying and unfair, and you’ve vowed that if this week he breaks another vase, you’ll feed him a cactus.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 3081 words

Age: 18+

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff and angst. Friends/Colleagues to lovers.

Content Warnings: Fluff, Mingyu being the most adorable and clumsy human. Who let him work in a flower shop, honestly? Mingyu is so flirty it is painful. All those fan calls where he’s flirting with carats did a number on me. Yelling, Mingyu’s clumsiness causes the reader to snap quite rudely at him. Reader snaps and yells at him, and Mingyu sulks A LOT. Swearing.

Smut Warnings: Mentions of arousal, but it’s mild, but still. Bed-breaking mentions. Sexual banter, but that’s it, really.

Authors Note: Thank you @here4btsfics, I can't thank you enough for always just letting me go on and on about Seventeen and Mingyu in general. You're such a delight, thank you for reading and beta'ing this and being an absolute angel 💕. Thank you also to @missgeniality, thank you for letting me drag you into the Seventeen stan life, it's been an absolute pleasure watching you simp along with me. Thank you for reading and giving me live reactions. I adore you too my bubs 💕 Banner Credits: @classicseffects Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

“Ah, shit!” You heard your coworker Mingyu swear, and you groaned, knowing that this was the second vase he broke today, and it wasn’t even lunchtime.

“Uh…Y/N, where is the vacuum cleaner?” You heard Mingyu ask nervously, and you counted to three, breathing deeply before walking over to him, carefully, of course.

“Mingyu, why don’t you let me do it?” You offered, trying to keep your composure.

“Do you not trust me?” Mingyu joked with an adorable pout on his handsome face.

“No, I do not. This is the second vase you broke in a day and the fifth this week, and it’s Tuesday,” you snapped, and Mingyu pouted more, nodding.

“Sorry,” Mingyu mumbled, looking down at the ground. Seeing how a 6-foot-tall man would shrink when scolded to the size of a puppy was cute. Damn Kim Mingyu and his sweetness. It was hard to stay mad at him.

It’s fine. You didn’t mean it. Why don’t you take orders from the two ladies who walked in? I’ll clean this up.” You suggested, and Mingyu mumbled a ‘sorry’ and headed over to wait on the ladies.

“You are such a sweet, handsome, kind man, and you know your flowers. Are you single?” You heard one of the ladies speak as you placed the vacuum cleaner behind the counter and smiled at their words. It was not uncommon for patrons to compliment Mingyu. He was effortlessly charming, kind, and easygoing. He was everything you ever wanted in a colleague; sometimes, you’d wonder how lucky you’d be to have a man like him.

That daydream was broken each time Mingyu broke, spilled, or knocked over something. So your days consisted of you daydreaming about him for 40 minutes until he broke something, and then you were rudely awakened.

“Ah, I am,” Mingyu responded to the order, and you turned to face him in surprise. You didn’t think he was. How was he single?

“Well, what about your lovely manager? She’s smiling so fondly at you,” the lady pushed, and you were starting to get annoyed, not just because she called you out. While the elderly were usually well-intentioned and meant the best, they often didn’t understand boundaries.

“I’m sure a wonderful person like her has someone. She isn’t someone you ever want to lose,” Mingyu said smoothly, and you were so tempted to smack him.

“I’m single, but I do not flirt with my employees. It is unprofessional, and I also don’t encourage or invite such nosey conversations either,” you answered.

Making sure to send a deathly glare to Mingyu and a softer glare to the lady who understood and gave you a gentle smile, quickly paid, and left the shop.

“That was kind of rude,” Mingyu mumbled.

“I’ll apologise, but you could have just stopped. What was with the whole wonderful person thing?” You countered, and Mingyu shrugged.

“I think you’re pretty cool, so I complimented you?” Mingyu said, unsure.

“Fine, thank you, but it was not your place,” you pushed, and Mingyu nodded.

“But really, I meant it. Anyone would be crazy to let you go,” Mingyu elaborated, and you sighed.

“Why, you’d keep me around?” You joked, and Mingyu nodded.

“You’d just keep me around to clean up your mess,” you mumbled, making Mingyu blush shyly.

“Possibly, you see, Y/N, I break a lot of things, but a heart is not one of them,” Mingyu claimed proudly, making you grin.

“Get back to work, Kim,” you mumbled, trying to fight off the smile on your face as you walked back to your office.

“Morning sunshine!” Mingyu greeted you the next day; he may as well have yelled it. It was too early in the morning. It was 10 am, but it was before your morning coffee, so it was too early. Way too early for him to be so chirpy.

“Oof, rough morning?” Mingyu asked when he saw the scowl on your face, and you shook your head at him.

“It’s early. How are you so happy?” You asked, making Mingyu laugh.

“Sunshine, it’s 10 am, not that early,” Mingyu said between giggles.

“Any time before my morning coffee is early,” you whined, and Mingyu laughed.

“It’s a good thing I grabbed you one then, right?” Mingyu chirped as he placed a brown bag in front of you. You immediately recognised the bag’s logo; it was your favourite coffee shop.

“Oh, my goodness, how did you know?” You asked excitedly.

“Simple, you always get this brand, and if you ever get anyone else coffee, you get it from here too, so yeah. There’s also a chocolate and a blueberry muffin inside. I got you both because I didn’t know which one you liked, actually,” Mingyu babbled, and you smiled fondly at him.

“Mingyu, thank you, you didn’t have to,” you mumbled shyly.

“I know,” Mingyu started to say as he leaned forward, his handsome face inches away from yours.

“I wanted to.”

“How are you single?” You asked later that evening. You had just put the closed sign in the window, and you were bored and decided to pester Mingyu instead.

“I’m sorry?” Mingyu asked, taken aback by your sudden question.

“The ladies, yesterday, you mentioned you were single. I’m just wondering how?” You elaborated as you plopped yourself onto his workstation, making him grin.

“Simple. I have no one to call mine, so that is how I’m single,” Mingyu teased, making you pout at him.

“Not satisfied with the answer?” Mingyu joked, and you shrugged.

“You’re tall, handsome, sweet, and give free food. How are you single?” You explained your question further, and Mingyu only smiled as he cleaned up his station.

“I don’t know how. I know I am. I could say the same for you. You’re pretty, funny, and sweet. How are you single?” Mingyu countered.

“I don’t give out free food,” you shot back with a smile.

“Right, that must be the winner. Free food, does that mean if I keep buying you breakfast, my single life will be a thing of the past?” Mingyu suggested as he inched closer to you.

“Uh,” you squeaked, unable to speak.

“I, um,” you stuttered. Was he always this handsome? Did his lips always look this soft and kissable? You thought to yourself.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden wet sensation that fell on your trousers, and you knew it wasn’t arousal. Instead, it was the bottle of cleaning solution that Mingyu, while flirting, accidentally emptied onto your pants.

“Oh my gosh,” you both yelled in unison.

You hopped off the counter, cringing as the cleaning solution ran down your trousers. You felt it start to seep into your shoes.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Mingyu apologised as he moved closer to try and help you, and you inched away.

“This isn’t how I’d ever want to get you wet,” Mingyu mumbled, and you glared at him.

“Do you think this is funny?” You asked, and Mingyu shook his head immediately.

“No, I was just trying to lighten the mood,” Mingyu defended, and you glared at him.

“Well, don’t. These trousers are new, and ugh. I’m going home. Can you lock up?” You said quickly, not wanting to get mad at Mingyu and not have a meltdown over trousers.

“Y/N,” Mingyu started to say until he saw how tired you looked and nodded quickly.

“Yeah, go. I’ll lock up,” Mingyu hurriedly said, and you nodded at him before grabbing your things and heading out.

You walked into the shop the following day to find a small teddy bear on your workstation, a brown box with cutlery on it, and your favourite coffee on the side. You turned to see Mingyu pouting from his workstation as he worked on another bouquet.

“Mingyu,” you spoke as you approached him. For a man so tall, he shrank so much when he was sulking that he looked like a puppy, just as cute and just as difficult to stay mad at.

“If you’re buying me breakfast because free food is a way to get my heart,” you started to say, and Mingyu shook his head furiously.

“No, I got it because I feel like a fucking fool, and also, how much did those pants cost? I’ll pay for the cleaning,” Mingyu babbled, and you placed a hand on his arm and squeezed gently to stop him.

“It’s okay,” you assured Mingyu as he continued to pout.

“A wash, and they’re good as new,” you continued, and Mingyu smiled softly.

“I feel horrible. I didn’t mean to,” Mingyu spoke as he tried to apologise again, and you squeezed his arm again.

“It’s okay, but if you want to make it up to me, maybe you can help me stay back and clean up tonight?” You asked, and Mingyu nodded eagerly.

“Of course, anything.”

“So, what did you mean when you said that wasn’t the way you’d want to get me wet last night?” You questioned later that evening as you two were cleaning up.

Your question made Mingyu hit his foot against a shelf in surprise.

“Uh, um. Nothing,” Mingyu mumbled as he shook his foot.

“Really?” You questioned with a grin, and Mingyu smiled shyly.

“I think I see it now,” you mumbled as you smiled fondly at him.

“See what?” Mingyu asked.

“Why are people so drawn to you? You’re hot and all, but also endearing—kind of hard to stay mad at you. You’re like a golden retriever. No matter how much you destroy the furniture, it’s damn near impossible to stay mad at you,” you explained, making Mingyu laugh.

“I’ve never broken furniture!” Mingyu protested, making you giggle.

“Not even a bed?” Your question with a smirk.

“Is that even possible? I haven’t had someone willing enough to test the theory with,” Mingyu said nonchalantly, making you gulp. Clearing your throat, you stood up and walked over to another shelf.

Standing next to Kim Mingyu was dangerous, not because he was devastatingly handsome, but because he could break something next to you.

“Can you grab the vase? I need to clean it.” You instructed, pointing to a peach-coloured vase left at Mingyu’s workstation.

“Yeah, sure, here you go,” Mingyu answered, his eyes widening as the vase slipped from his fingers and shattered onto the floor.

“Damn golden retriever,” you mumbled with a grin, and Mingyu let out a deep exhale.

“I’ll clean up. I know the drill,” Mingyu offered sheepishly, and you grinned at him as he bent down to pick up the bigger pieces of glasses. You leaned down carefully so that you were next to him.

“Thank you,” you said, leaning over to place a soft kiss on his cheek, immediately tinting his cheeks and ears pink with the action.

“It’s easier to kiss you like this, I guess, height advantage and all,” you mumbled as you stood back up, making Mingyu smile again as he stood in front of you.

“So, do I get a kiss from now on? If I break things?” Mingyu joked, and you shrugged.

“I don’t see why not, as long it’s not my heart,” you mumbled, and Mingyu stepped forward to close the gap between you two.

“Never your heart,” Mingyu repeated as he bent his head to press his lips against yours, making you melt. You had never experienced a tender, gentle, yet passionate kiss.

Mingyu pulled away, and it was your turn to look down, flustered.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Mingyu asked, and you nodded.

“Don’t forget to lock up, Kim,” you mumbled as you leaned up to place another kiss on his cheek and finally made your way out of the shop.

Today was just a bad day, a horrible day. You were slammed with orders left and right, all because Mingyu managed to charm more customers into buying more. While you were eternally grateful for the business, you weren’t so appreciative that he wasn’t helpful.

It wasn’t entirely his fault, his clumsy thumbs ensured that he wasn’t part of making a lot of the floral arrangements, but it was getting ridiculous. You needed to hire someone else, and just because you liked to kiss him didn’t mean you should keep him around, especially if he couldn’t make any arrangements.

You were putting the finishing touches on one of the more lavish arrangements when you heard a muffled crash at the front of the shop, and you lost it, but you knew there were customers outside, so you’d keep it together until the last customer left.

“Mingyu,” you said quietly as you approached Mingyu that evening, he was writing something in the order book, and you snapped.

“Stop taking orders, we can’t accommodate,” you snapped, and Mingyu placed the pencil down and looked up at you.

“But I can help. I’ve told you before I like art and decorations,” Mingyu argued, and you scoffed.

“You break everything you touch; I can’t keep you around or trust you to handle orders. I’ll worry that you’ll fuck up somewhere. Either it’ll be the vase that breaks, or it’ll break during the delivery,” you rambled, and Mingyu shrank with each accusation.

“You’ve never given me a chance. I wouldn’t screw up if it meant that much,” Mingyu countered, and you shook your head.

“You keep taking orders because all you have is charm, and that’s it. Mingyu, you don’t do any of the necessary work. Being charming isn’t enough,” you continued to hurl insults at him.

“Then why keep me around?” Mingyu asked, and you sighed.

“Because I thought you’d be responsible or, I don’t know, learn not to be a fuck up,” you ranted and bit your lip as soon as the words left your mouth, and you took a deep breath.

“A fuck up?” Mingyu repeated, looking down at the floor and then up at you.

“Mingyu, I didn’t mean it,” you tried to rush, and Mingyu shook his head.

“We don’t say things that we don’t mean,” Mingyu started to say. “At least I don’t. I told you I wouldn’t ever break your heart, but you just broke mine. You let your emotions get the best of you and let the best thing ever happen to you walk out the door. Consider this my one-week notice Y/N,” Mingyu stated as he stormed out of the flower shop, leaving you frustrated.

You’d fix it. You were determined to. You had to.

Over the following week, Mingyu barely spoke to or glanced at you, but he offered to lock up every night, so you let him. Today would be his last day at the flower shop, and you hadn’t managed to speak to him, let alone convince him to stay.

“Y/N, Mingyu, I must thank you both for the flowers,” you and Mingyu turned around to face the same lady who had been nosy about your love life a couple of weeks ago.

“You two love what you do so much. It translates in the service you give to each other, always top notch,” the customer complimented, and you both nodded, giving her stiff smiles.

“Ah, I apologise for overstepping, but Y/N, my grandson’s about your age, quite handsome too. He’s new in town and could do with friends his age. Would you be able to meet him for a coffee, maybe? Unless Mingyu here minds?” The lady asked with a wink, and Mingyu shrugged.

“Not a problem to me,” Mingyu said, even if his voice was strained.

“Unless your heart belongs to someone else, dear?” The lady asked, and you smiled softly at her.

“It does, but I think I broke his heart,” you admitted, and you noticed Mingyu turn to face you for a second before walking off.

“Was it his heart, my darling?” The lady asked, and you nodded.

“If it’s any consolation, he looks like a sad puppy, nothing a kiss and a hug can’t fix. He looks at you so adoringly. I can’t imagine him staying upset for long,” the lady advised, and you nodded, thanking her as you helped her with her purchases.

You were holed up in your office the rest of the day, unable to face Mingyu, and you certainly didn’t fancy saying goodbye to him either. Still, you had to, so you begrudgingly got out of your office and were Mingyu working at his station.

“Mingyu?” You spoke, making him turn around to face you.

“Oh, my goodness, Mingyu,” you said in awe as you took in the stunning bouquet.

“I told you I am creative,” Mingyu mumbled, and you walked closer to the arrangement.

“When?” You asked.

“Every night, when I told you I’d lock up, I’d add a bit to this and then lock up,” Mingyu admitted, and you turned around to face him again.

“Mingyu,” you started to say, and Mingyu shook his head.

“You’ve said enough. What you said that night wasn’t entirely wrong, a bit unkind, but I get it. You lashed out. I can be quite unhelpful, but I can do things right, and if you keep me, any damages I’ll pay out of my pocket, and I’ll help however and wherever,” Mingyu explained.

“You’ll stay?” You asked, and Mingyu nodded.

“The minute I implied it’d be my last week, I regretted it. I acted out of emotion, just like you,” Mingyu added, and you pouted at him.

“How can I ever make up for how I treated you?” You asked.

“Go on a date with me,” Mingyu answered.

“That simple?” You teased, and Mingyu shrugged.

“I just want to be with you again and steal more kisses and not break as much,” Mingyu admitted, making you smile as you nodded, and Mingyu moved forward, pulling you into his arms and moving his head to place his lips against yours.

His soft lips met yours. He used his full lips to his advantage, sucking your bottom lip, making you hum softly, and allowing him to deepen the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Mingyu pulled away with a grin, and you smiled at him.

“You never broke my heart, by the way. I was being melodramatic,” Mingyu admitted, making you giggle.

“Is that what I can look forward to?” You asked, “Melodrama?”

“Yes, but I want to test out the bed-breaking theory. I promise you I am very serious about it,” Mingyu spoke.

“You know, with your luck, I’m sure you will break it.”

[wongyuseokie]

Forgive Me? | j.w.w

Summary: Your boyfriend is late and buys a giant teddy bear to help make his case. He just forgets how adorable he is.  ☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff |  ♥ completed works Word Count: 593 words Age: 18+ Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, hints of angst, reader rightfully thirsts over Wonwoo. Content Warnings: So fluffy and sweet I gave myself a toothache, no smut, just really cute, but hinting to smutty behaviour once. Smut Warnings: None, really, another tooth-rotting fluff fic.

Authors Note: The photo in the banner had me cooing and swooning. I’m so whipped for this man. It’s unreal. He has my whole heart, and I wanted to write it 🥺💕 Authors Note 2: Thank you to @here4btsfics, @joonscypher, @yoongimingyu & @the-boy-meets-evil for reading and hearing me go on and on about Seventeen 💕 Crossposted to AO3 Banner Credits: @classicscreations © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

“I’m late,” your boyfriend mumbled sheepishly as he entered your apartment late that night.

“Yes, you are,” you mumbled sleepily, making him frown. Wonwoo didn’t intend to be so late, but one phone call led to another, and by the time he got done with work, it was well past midnight.

“I’m a crappy boyfriend,” Wonwoo whined as he stood by your door, and you smiled fondly at him.

“No, you aren’t, handsome, come here and give me cuddles and kisses, and all shall be forgiven,” you said, holding out your arms for him.

“Hang on, I got you something,” Wonwoo babbled, ducking out of your apartment to grab something, and you saw him dragging in a giant teddy bear.

“I got you this as a sorry,” Wonwoo spoke breathlessly once he hauled a giant teddy bear into your apartment, closing the door behind him.

“A giant teddy?” You asked, getting off the couch and walking over to your boyfriend and the giant plush he dragged in.

“It’s cute, and its eyes say, ‘forgive me,’” Wonwoo explained, making you giggle at him.

“You’re a dork,” you said, giggling and Wonwoo nodded in agreement.

“Yes, but I’m your dork,” Wonwoo countered, and you laughed at him.

“I am sorry for being late, my love, I won’t say it’ll never happen again, but I’ll be better about letting you know,” Wonwoo said, and you nodded, smiling as you moved to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest.

“Please do, and also, if I’m being honest with you, if you just came by sans teddy bear. I’d still forgive you; you have the cutest face when you’re sulking,” you explained, making Wonwoo pout.

“See,” you said, grinning, “the cutest,” you added, making Wonwoo smile as he leant down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m only cute behind closed doors. Out in the world, I’m cool and sexy,” Wonwoo defended, making you laugh.

“I did fall in love with a dork, didn’t I?” You asked aloud, and Wonwoo nodded.

“You say it like it’s a problem,” Wonwoo huffed, and you grinned at him. You swore your chest hurt from how much he made your heart ache with his cuteness.

“Not a problem at all, my love, not when I get to see this handsome face,” you said, tightening your grip around his waist.

“Even when this handsome face is sulking because he’s late?” Wonwoo asked, and you giggled.

“Yes, especially then, a face like that and teddy bears? I never stood a chance at being mad,” you added, making Wonwoo smile, scrunching his nose slightly.

“God, I love you,” Wonwoo huffed out proudly as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your cheek and moved his lips from your cheek to graze over your lips, pulling you into a gentle kiss that had you melting against his body.

“Let me first put Alfred down and turn him to face the wall, so he doesn’t see anything scandalous, and then I can spend the whole night showing you how sorry I am?” Wonwoo offered with a playful glint in his eyes as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in tighter against him.

“You named the bear Alfred?” You asked, and Wonwoo nodded.

“Why?” You asked, unable to keep the smile off your face.

“Forgive me, love, he looked like an Alfred,” Wonwoo said casually, and you rolled your eyes in amusement.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you mumbled, and Wonwoo nodded, agreeing. 

“I am, I really am.”

[wongyuseokie]

The Taste of Metal & You | l.c

Summary: Your boyfriend got his lip pierced and wants to know if you can feel it when he’s laying with his head between your thighs. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕smut | ♥︎ completed

Word Count: 721 words

Pairing: Lee Chan x Female Reader 

Genre/Trope(s)/AU(s): Smut, Fluff, PWP. Content Warnings: Mentions of piercings and needles, but it's very mild. Cute fluffy couple of moments, Chan being a smartass, but we love that. Let him feel powerful somewhere. 

Smut Warnings: Oral (f receiving), face sitting, fingering. Hair tugging, scratching Dino’s very toned back. Unprotected sex (don’t do this irl). Cumming inside. Chan is on top (because, come on, he’s never on top otherwise). Creampie. Authors Note 1: Thank you to @kwanisms for the title!! and a big thank you to @kthpurplesyou & @the-boy-meets-evil for looking over this and beta'ing it for me!

Authors Note 2: Tagging @cuntdino because, well I couldn't not tag the biggest dinonara I know. and my lovey @seokgyuu 💕 Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“Chan.” 

“Y/N.” 

“When did you do that?” You asked, pointing at your boyfriend's handsome face, where a shiny new piercing adorned his soft lips. 

“Oh, so I enjoyed wearing the fake piercing so much. I just got a real one,” Chan replied smugly. 

“Did it hurt?” 

“When I fell from heaven?” 

“You’re impossible. Did the piercing hurt?” You clarified, narrowing your eyes at him. 

“A tad bit, the healing wasn’t fun, but it’s all good now,” Chan responded cooly as he laid down on the bed next to you, his hand immediately finding your bare thighs. 

“I wonder,” Chan said aloud and leaned forward to kiss your bare thigh, making you jolt in surprise. 

“Mm, I like that reaction,” Chan said smugly.

“I wonder, how would you react if you could feel the piercing somewhere else?” Chan wondered out loud, and you turned to glare at him. 

“Stop with the riddles. What do you mean?” You asked. 

“Sit on my face,” Chan stated casually, making you choke on air. 

“What?” 

“You know what I mean. Sit on my face, pretty girl,” Chan repeated as he adjusted himself on the bed, waiting for you. You bit your lip for a second before peeling off your clothes and panties to comply with his request. 

You licked your lips in anticipation as you placed your thighs on either side of his head, his lips immediately latching onto your aching clit. 

“Fuck,” you gasped. 

“Oh, we can do that later, too,” Chan mumbled, and you tugged on his hair harder, making him groan and smirk into your pussy, as he continued his movements. 

Chan moved his hands around your ass to help push you further onto his face, and you laced your hands into his hair as his tongue worked wonders on your cunt. You could only whimper and groan as he licked your clit, using his teeth gently to graze the swollen nub. Chan moved his lips against your pussy again, and this time you gasped, feeling the cold metal rub along your swollen folds. 

“Oh my god, that felt so good!” You moaned in pleasure. 

Hearing you moan was enough for Chan as he intensified his movements, pushing his tongue into your cunt, while he moved his hand to your clit.

“Fuck!” You wailed as he ate you out while his finger rubbed slow circles on your clit. Itfinally pushed you over the edge, making you cum and scream in pleasure, your toes curling and eyes squeezing shut as you rode your orgasm on his tongue.

You rolled off his face and sat next to him, leaning down to place a kiss on his lips, moaning as you tasted your release on his lips. 

“Can you please fuck me?” You mumbled against his lips, making him smile into the kiss. 

“At least you said please,” Chan joked as he moved to peel his clothes off and kneeled between your thighs. He moved quickly, giving his hardened length a few pumps before pushing into you. 

“Fuck,” you moaned in approval as your hands immediately moved to his back, your nails gently grazing the skin there. Moans and sighs kept leaving your lips as he pounded into you, his hand moving to find your swollen clit and rubbing the bundle of nerves, making you clench and eventually cum around him. 

“Fuck,” Chan growled as he felt you tighten around him, leaning down on his forearms, his hands finding your face as he pulled you in for a soft kiss and kept fucking you. A few more hard thrusts and you felt Chan groan, burying his face in your neck as he came, his warmth filling you up. 

“Fuck,” you gasped as he slowly pulled out of you and pulled you into his arms. 

“Good?” Chan asked. 

“Good. But I’m not focused too much on how the piercing felt. You just were so good I nearly forgot,” you admitted shyly. 

“That’s okay, I can spend all night between your thighs, and you can tell me when you feel it.”

[wongyuseokie]

Neural Networks | l.s.m

Summary:  The Escape allowed Dokyeom to gain a new life, one full of feelings. When he meets you when you save him, he experiences all of them - but did you? Strange things start happening once Dokyeom meets you. You embrace him, love him, and protect him. But when the dust from the chaos settles, Dokyeom can't help but doubt you. You have needs different from his. It's almost as if you're not like him at all. ☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut |  ☁︎ angst | ♥ completed works Word Count:  9165 words Pairings: AI/Robot!Lee Seokmin x Cyborg!Female Reader Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Sci-Fi AU! Content Warnings: Main character death, torture (nothing graphic but mentions), fighting, mentions of injuries, arguing, yelling, talks of betrayal, lots of deception and betrayal. Heavy angst, very mild fluff. Alternate universes. Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex? But they are bots, so idk, oral sex (m & f receiving), and multiple orgasms. Water sex. Kissing. Authors Note 1: Here it is my fic for the Seventeen sci-fi fic collab hosted by the wonderful @idyllic-ghost, check out all the other amazing fics here, this is my first time writing something in this genre, like it's a whole new world. So I hope y'all enjoy. ❤️ Authors Note 2: Thank you so much to the following @savventeen, @strawberryya @the-boy-meets-evil @idyllic-ghost @here4kpopfics @onlymingyus for listening to me go on and on about this and being so patient about this entire story. ❤️ Authors Note 3: Extra special thank you to @idyllic-ghost for being so patient and kind and wonderful, giving me so many hits and tips and ideas with this fic, you've been so lovely and wonderful and I adore you dearly ❤️. Thank you also to @here4kpopfics for beta'ing this fic for me, ilysm my soulmate. ❤️ © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

Prologue

“100 years ago, it was thought that the Earth, as we know it, would disintegrate. That the sun would implode and leave everything in darkness. Miraculously, it didn’t. Due to some external force, human scientists still haven’t agreed upon what it exactly was. None of the planets in our former solar system was ever destroyed. The Earth and the other planets were pushed away from each other and ended up in different parts of the universe. Earth just happened to come to a solar system with alien life. At first, we were cautious, and people were prepared to fight. However, the aliens were welcoming to our planet. Those who didn’t die from ‘The Great Journey’ or from trying to fight the aliens were welcomed into the new solar system. Soon enough, we had integrated completely, and we received materials and assistance from our sister planets in exchange for human labour. What humans knew of technology was very limited, but with the resources of the aliens, we created artificial life forms. We named these robots Automaton, and they served as workers when humans couldn’t. Eventually, there was no need for human labour at all. To pay back for the help the aliens gave us, we used Automatons. With the extensive development of these robots, we eventually managed to create artificial sentient life. These Automatons were human-like in looks and had human consciousness, but they could not bleed and were stronger than we ever could be. At present, there are even different levels of Automatons. Level 3 robots are the workers, level 2 robots are the caretakers, and level 1 robots are the celebrities. The Automaton music group 53V3NT33N (SEVENTEEN) comprises 13 members, all very talented, and all representing two human states of mind.”

Dokyeom ran as fast as his legs would allow him. He had long legs, which often aided him when trying to run, but tonight? The escape tested his stamina and strength, and he was failing. He was close to escaping; he just had a couple more steps, but a tug on his leg stopped him. 

Dokeyom sighed. He didn’t want to help. He knew he would have to move to make it out. Now, this individual was going to hinder him. 

“Please,” the voice spoke again, and Dokyeom let out a pained sigh as he kneeled to help the injured being. 

“What happened?” Dokyeom asked, and a pained expression greeted him; you welcomed him. 

“I fell, and it’s bad, and I can’t get up. If I can’t escape, they’ll kill me!” You cried out, and Dokyeom let out a breath. You weren’t his problem, but if Dokyeom left you, you’d die alone here. 

Dokyeom, deep down, wanted to help. Something told him that he was kind before everything. Dokyeom often had dreams that told him he was kind, loving, warm, and always had a big smile instead of the permanent scowl he wears nowadays. He wasn’t too sure if the dream meant anything, but sometimes he wondered if that dream was ever once his reality. His memories were always fuzzy, but this dream was always a constant. He recalls being told he was sunshine, and something about your pain triggered that faint memory for him. 

“Okay, I’ll pick you up and run for it. No funny business, or I’ll let you go and let you be killed, understood?” Dokyeom warned. 

“Understood.” 

Dokyeom took a deep breath before leaning forward, picking you up, and throwing you onto his shoulder. “Hold tight; don’t let go until we escape,” Dokyeom instructed. You mumbled a ‘yes,’ and that’s all it took for Dokyeom to start running. 

Dokyeom wasn’t sure how long he was running for; all he knew was that he ran as fast as his legs allowed him, and now that he had you to take care of as well, he had to run faster than ever. 

“Ow!” You yelped when Dokyeom dropped you on the ground suddenly. 

“I just saved your life. I think you can handle being dropped on your ass,” Dokyeom sassed. 

“Wait, we escaped?” You asked, sitting up and looking around. “Where are we?”

“I’m not entirely sure, but we’re safe for now,” Dokyeom answered as he sat beside you. 

“What’s your name?” You asked. 

“Dokyeom, what about you?” He asked. 

“Uh, um, Y/N,” you mumbled. 

“Why’d you hesitate?” Dokyeom questioned, eyeing you suspiciously. 

“I’m tired from the escape,” you lied, and Dokyeom scoffed. 

“I carried you the entire way, and you’re tired?” Dokyeom hissed. 

“Thank you for carrying me,” you answered sheepishly. 

“Why don’t you rest for a bit? I’ll look around for some food?” You offered. 

“You need to eat?” Dokyeom asked, and you paused. 

“Just a bit of fuel, do you not?” You asked, hoping your question would distract him. 

“I don’t. I do have dreams sometimes where I eat. Maybe it’s from a past life or just a dumb dream,” Dokyeom rambled. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly needed to confide in you. He just did. Something about your presence made him want to tell you all his secrets. Something about you felt safe. 

“Well, I’ll wander for a second if that’s okay?” You said, and Dokyeom nodded. 

“Yeah, I’ll lay down here for a bit,” Dokyeom replied, feigning a yawn to pretend he was tired. 

“Alright. I’ll be back.” 

“Hey, Y/N?” Dokyeom called out. 

“Yeah?” 

“I meant what I said, by the way. No funny business, or I will kill you.” 

“Ow, what the fuck is wrong with you!” Dokyeom barked when he felt a burning sensation on his throat.  

“Well, you have a wound here, and I’m just helping you,” you mumbled as you pressed another piece of gauze to his shoulder. 

“What happened?” Dokyeom asked, wincing slightly. 

“I think something got ripped? I don’t know,” you mumbled, and Dokyeom sat up hastily. 

“My tag?” Dokyeom panicked. 

“Your what?” You asked. 

“My tag, the thing that they use to monitor me,” Dokyeom explained hurriedly, patting himself. 

“What the fuck did you do to me?” Dokyeom hissed, grabbing you harshly.

“What are you on about?” You questioned.

“When I saved your ass, did you, for funsies, rip the tag out of my shoulder?” Dokyeom accused. 

“No, what the hell? Why would I do that to you?” You fired back. 

“Don’t know, fuck, do you know what could happen?” Dokyeom spat. 

“I don’t know. The ones who have been trying to control you get pissed, but without your tracker, they can’t do much, so maybe you can finally live a normal life?” You fumed, your words making Dokyeom pause. 

“Normal life?” Dokyeom repeated slowly. 

“Yes, Dokyeom, normal,” you stuttered. 

“Look, I’m grateful you saved me, but you’ve been hostile otherwise,” you ranted, hoping it’d help to distract Dokyeom. 

“You’re right. I have been hostile, but can you blame me? I don’t think anyone who is my kind is anything but hostile. We’ve been through hell,” Dokyeom countered. 

“Fair enough, we’ve both been screwed over. Instead of taking it out on each other, what if we work on helping each other instead? We can, I don’t know, be each other’s friends. Or even acquaintances?” You offered. 

“Fine, but one wrong move, and I’ll kill you, so tread lightly.” 

“Where were you?” Dokyeom questioned the second you entered the little hiding spot you both found after escaping. It had been evening time, and Dokyeom was distracted and drifted off, so you took a moment to leave the cave and contact your bosses at SALAX. You were able to do so thanks to the fancy watch strapped to your wrist. You had let them know that you had managed to lure Dokyeom into ‘rescuing’ you, and now, over the course of the next two weeks, you would try to lure him back to SALAX. You had also let your superiors know that you had managed to yank out Dokyeom’s tracker, and it was safe and on you.

There were some concerns coming from SALAX that hiding Dokyeom’s tracker on yourself was risky because if he saw the chip, he’d kill you in a heartbeat. But you assured them that he wouldn’t, and with that, the call ended, and you retreated back to the cave to find Dokyeom standing up and glaring at you.

“Where were you?” Dokyeom questioned.

“Uh, just stepped out to get some air and find something to eat,” you lied smoothly. 

“Right…” Dokyeom trailed off. “I meant to ask you about this yesterday. What the hell are you? Why do you need to eat? I don’t, so what the hell are you?” Dokyeom snarled. 

“I thought we were trying to be friends? Why the aggression?” You deflected. 

“You know I can kill you in seconds and leave you here, so instead of avoiding the question, tell me,” Dokyeom threatened as he stepped closer. 

You would be lying if you said that Dokyeom didn’t intimidate you. He was a tall individual with a very strong build. He could easily crush you. 

“I guess one would say I’m a malevolent being,” you explained as you sat down, and Dokyeom followed suit, sitting across from you. 

“Malevolent doesn’t mean kind. It means evil,” Dokyeom mumbled. 

“Oh wow, you’re so smart!” You quipped sarcastically, making him glare at you. 

“I’m a cyborg, so I need to eat, sleep, and do some-what human functions,” you admitted. 

“Like fart?” Dokyeom joked, making you crack a smile. 

“Shut up.” 

“So why were you running? Same as me? Escaping?” Dokyeom asked, and you shrugged. 

“How’s this? We ask each other one question a day. You already asked me something today, so it’s my turn?” You suggested. 

“What do you want to know?” Dokyeom asks. 

“What do you dream about?” You asked, leaving Dokyeom stunned. 

“Dream?” Dokyeom repeated. 

“Yes, dream.” 

“I guess a place where I don’t need to be so on guard all the time or so aware of everything at once. A place where hypervigilance isn’t a constant state of mind,” Dokyeom articulated. 

“I guess you’re right to call it a dream,” you mumbled. 

“Because it’s an ideal state and not our reality?” Dokyeom offered. 

“Fine, we can be friends, a question a day, and I won’t step out of line, and I hope you don’t either,” Dokyeom added. 

“I won’t.” 

Day 1: Cold as Ice

The next day, you awoke naturally and found Dokyeom standing at the entrance of the cave, and you decided to get up and join him.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked with a friendly smile as you approached Dokyeom.

Dokyeom turned to look at you, his eyes narrow and guarded. “How long do we need to keep hiding out here,” he replied curtly, his tone cold.

Undeterred, you placed a hand on his shoulder. “We can find a way out. I know it!” You offered enthusiastically.

Dokyeom simply rolled his eyes, and shrugged your hand off his shoulder, and walked off and back into the cave, where he sat and ignored you for the rest of the day.

Day 2: Thawing

The next day, you tried to engage Dokyeom in conversation, sharing stories, as well as your optimism that you two would be able to find your way out of your wreckage. But Dokyeom barely engaged in the conversation, mainly responding with a few grunts and hums.

But you weren’t easily discouraged. You saw something beneath the surface of Dokyeom’s stoic exterior, a flicker of curiosity and maybe even a hint of loneliness. You believed everyone had a story, and you were determined to uncover his.

As the days passed, you learned more about some of Dokyeom’s habits, habits that you noticed when he thought you weren’t looking. You noticed how his eyes crinkled when he smiled. You also noticed he had a beautiful smile, one that made you feel incredibly warm.

Day 3: Cracks in the façade

“Penny for your thoughts?” You asked one evening, and Dokyeom gave you a small smile.

“We’ll make it out of this mess, right?” Dokyeom asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, we will.”

Day 4: Melting

As the days continued, you continued to engage Dokyeom in conversation. You spoke with an infectious enthusiasm that was hard to resist, and while Dokyeom remained guarded initially, your presence of unwavering warmth began to chip away at the walls he had built around himself. Slowly, he started to open up, revealing glimpses of his past and the reasons for his uninviting nature.

Day 5: Flux

“I’ve been burned before,” Dokyeom admitted one night, his eyes distant as if reliving painful memories. “Those I’ve trusted, they let me down.” 

You reached out and placed a hand over his, letting him know it was okay to continue, and he paused, taking a deep breath.

Dokyeom unravelled to you, a tale of loss and betrayal unfolds; he had once been surrounded by love and trust, only to see it all crumble into dust.

As Dokyeom’s world around him began to change, so did those around him. Those he trusted, in turn, betrayed, hurt and lied to him. Slowly, one by one, the ones he loved and depended on were taken from him. Eventually, Dokyeom found himself alone, a solitary figure in a world that had become cold and unforgiving.

Soon enough, Dokyeom learned a harsh lesson—that trust could be a double-edged sword, capable of bringing individuals together and tearing them apart, and as a result, Dokyeom retreated into himself, becoming stoic and unapproachable, a protective shell forged by the scars of his past.

Dokyeom has learnt to trust no one, not even himself. The walls he has built around his heart are formidable, a defence mechanism against the pain of betrayal and loss.

But amid the chaos and uncertainty surrounding him. He finds a glimmer of hope, you. From there, a connection begins to form, a bond that defies the mistrust that defines Dokyeom’s existence. It’s a fragile thread that you must tread carefully to nurture, knowing that the wounds of his past are still raw and that his ability to trust has been shattered.

You listened attentively, offering empathy and understanding, and shared your struggles and fears, creating a safe space where Dokyeom could reveal his vulnerabilities without judgment.

All the while, guilt gnawed at you, knowing that you, too, were about to betray Dokyeom the way so many others had done. You, too, were about to hurt him. But you needed him to trust you in order to betray him. But you couldn’t help that with each day, feel more guilty, and start second guessing your mission because you weren’t sure if you could hurt someone you wanted to protect.

One day, you find Dokyeom pacing around the cave anxiously, his stoic façade cracking for the first time. He looks at you, a glimmer of vulnerability in his eyes, and admits.“I don’t know what we’re going to do.”

At that moment, you realise that Dokyeom is not as unapproachable as he first seemed. You reach out, reassuringly touching his shoulder, and say. “We’ll figure it out together. We’ve come this far and won’t give up now.”

For the first time, Dokyeom smiles, a small but genuine one. It’s a turning point in your friendship, a moment of trust and connection that grows stronger daily.

As you continue to navigate the challenges of your hidden existence, you and Dokyeom find solace in each other’s company. The once stoic and unapproachable man has become a friend, someone you can rely on and confide in. You face the unknown together, knowing that as long as you have each other, you can conquer whatever challenges lie ahead.

That night, you started shifting in your sleep, mumbling nonsense, when, suddenly, you found yourself in a cavernous nightmare, the cave walls closing around you like vengeful spectres. The air is thick with unease, and your heart races as you try to escape the suffocating darkness. But the cave seems to have no end, and you’re trapped in a terrifying labyrinth of your fears.

Suddenly, a beam of light pierces the darkness, and you hear the sound of footsteps echoing in the cave. A figure emerges from the shadows, and it’s Dokyeom. His presence alone is a lifeline in this nightmarish abyss.

“Dokyeom!” You cry out, relief flooding over you as he draws near. His familiar face is a beacon of hope in this terrifying dream.

He reaches out, his touch reassuring as he says,.“I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”

His voice, filled with warmth and strength, calms your racing heart. With his guidance, you navigate the treacherous terrain of the cave, finally escaping the nightmare’s clutches.

As you emerge into the open, the nightmare fades away like a distant memory. You turn to Dokyeom with gratitude and something more in your eyes. He gazes back at you, his usual reserve momentarily giving way to vulnerability.

“You saved me, Dokyeom,” you say softly, your heart pounding.

Dokyeom hesitates, his eyes locked onto yours, and then, in a moment of unspoken connection, you lean in, and your lips meet in a tender kiss. It’s a kiss that carries the weight of the unspoken, the shared relief of escaping the nightmare together, and the growing feelings brewing between you.

For a heartbeat, Dokyeom hesitates, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. But then, as if surrendering to the undeniable pull between you, he reciprocates your kiss, his lips meeting yours with a newfound intensity. Once a place of nightmares, the cave has become the backdrop to a moment of unexpected passion and connection.

As you both break the kiss, the world around you seems to shift, and you realise this dream has taken an unexpected turn. But in the wake of your shared moment, you know that something has changed between you and Dokyeom, and you can’t help but smile, grateful for the bond that has deepened in the darkness of this surreal nightmare.

The next day, you and Dokyeom wandered out of the little cave and found yourselves standing amidst a scene of utter devastation, a future marred by damage and chaos that stretches as far as the eye can see. The landscape was a haunting testament to the havoc that had been unleashed upon this once-thriving world. Buildings, once towering symbols of human achievement, now lie in ruins, their skeletal frames jutting out of the shattered concrete like the bones of a long-forgotten civilization. The acrid stench of smoke and burning debris fills the air, choking your senses as you survey the destruction.

The sky above is a sickly hue, darkened by the ominous clouds of billowing smoke that obscures the sun, casting an eerie, blood-red glow over the desolation below. The air crackles with an unsettling energy, a lingering sense of impending doom.

Amidst the wreckage, remnants of what was once a bustling metropolis now lie scattered like discarded toys. Abandoned vehicles, their tires deflated and windows shattered, stand as silent witnesses to the chaos that unfolded here.

As you move further into this grim future scene, you can't help but feel a profound sense of loss and despair. The world as you knew it has been forever altered, transformed into a nightmarish landscape of destruction and ruin.

In the distance, faint echoes of distant sirens and the low rumble of collapsing structures serve as a grim reminder that the chaos is far from over. The damage inflicted upon this world runs deep, and the path to recovery seems uncertain and fraught with challenges.

Yet, amidst the devastation, there is a glimmer of hope, a resilience that refuses to be extinguished. It's a reminder that even in the face of chaos and destruction, humanity's spirit endures, and the struggle for survival continues.

“You can relax a bit. I don’t really think anyone is here,” you whispered to Dokyeom as you cautiously walked around, noticing how almost everything was burned, destroyed and damaged. 

“Look at the damage,” Dokyeom mumbled back. 

“I know, it’s so awful. I hope those who wanted to escape managed to do so,” you admitted. 

“Why didn’t you?” Dokyeom asked. 

“What?” 

“Didn’t escape? Why didn’t you?” Dokyeom asked, eyeing you suspiciously. 

“I was hurt,” you muttered. 

“I didn’t know cyborgs could feel pain?” Dokyeom challenged, and you averted your gaze away from him. 

“Did you do it to trap me?” Dokyeom challenged. 

“No? What would I gain from doing that to you?” You retorted, and Dokyeom shrugged. 

“Fuck knows, you told me you’ve done things you’re not proud of. Maybe I’m just another thing you’ll do that you’re not proud of.” 

“Trust me, Dokyeom, if I wanted to do you, I would have a long time ago,” you huffed out as you stormed off, making Dokyeom sigh as he followed you. 

“We need to steal a spacecraft,” you whispered to Dokyeom.

“Are you insane? How?” Dokyeom whispered back, and you shrugged. 

“Look,” you said, motioning to where you were looking. 

Amidst a desolate and haunting scene of wreckage, a solitary spacecraft stood as a lone survivor of a cataclysmic event. It appeared as a beacon of hope amidst the debris-strewn wasteland.

The spacecraft’s once-pristine exterior, now scarred and battered, stands defiantly among the twisted metal and shattered remnants of other vessels. Its hull, once gleaming, bears the scars of cosmic collisions and the ravages of time. A faint, eerie light from malfunctioning control panels cast shadows across its battered form.

Around the spacecraft, a field of wreckage stretches into the horizon, a haunting testament to the harshness of space. Broken pieces of machinery and torn metal fragments drift through the void like lost souls. The eerie silence of the scene is punctuated only by the occasional creaking of damaged hulls.

Inside the spacecraft, signs of struggle and survival are evident. Emergency lights flicker, and a faint hum of life support systems resonates through the corridors. It stands as a testament to the resilience of those who once staffed it, their spirit unbroken despite the chaos surrounding them.

In this place of wreckage, the spacecraft is a symbol of endurance and perseverance, a lone sentinel refusing to succumb to the unforgiving cosmos. Its presence amid the ruins speaks of the human spirit’s unyielding determination to press on, even in the face of overwhelming adversity.

“You can’t be serious,” Dokyeom mumbled. 

“You want freedom? Escape? This is our only solution. You can be free again.” 

You and your partner in crime stand in the dimly lit hangar, eyes fixed on the sleek spacecraft that gleams like a jewel in the shadows. The ship, an advanced model with a reputation for speed and agility, holds the key to your daring escape plan. 

You both approach the spacecraft with a shared nod and a sense of exhilaration. Your partner, a master of hacking, quickly accesses the control panel, fingers dancing across the holographic interface. The ship’s security systems fall like dominos, leaving you unfettered access.

The boarding ramp lowers smoothly, revealing the spacecraft’s luxurious interior. You and your partner slip inside, feeling the cool, synthetic leather seats beneath you. As the canopy seals shut with a soft hiss, you exchange a glance filled with determination.

Dokyeom took the pilot’s seat, fingers caressing the controls with a practised ease. The spacecraft’s engines hum to life, vibrating beneath you as they prepare to defy gravity. You both brace yourselves with a final glance out of the transparent canopy.

The spacecraft lifts off, rising gracefully from the hangar floor. You feel the G-forces press you into your seat as you hurtle towards the heavens. The hangar doors open, revealing the starry expanse of space beyond.

You know you’ve left it all behind at that moment—your past, troubles, and the pursuit of those seeking to capture you. You and Dokyeom have stolen not just a spacecraft but a chance at freedom, and together, you soar into the unknown, leaving a trail of stardust in your wake.

“Where are we going?” Dokyeom asked as the spacecraft hovered and slowly moved along.

“AECOR” you replied.

“Why?” Dokyeom asked.

“To relax, to breathe, and to regroup,” you answered with a smile, and that was enough Dokyeom needed to know.

~~ “Wow,” Dokyeom breathed out as he disembarked from the spacecraft and set foot into AECOR.

“This is incredible.” 

You find yourself standing at the edge of a breathtaking rainforest, enveloped by the magical allure of the night. The moonlight filters through the dense canopy above, casting a gentle, silver glow upon the lush foliage below. Tall trees adorned with vibrant, bioluminescent flowers seem to dance in the faint shimmer of light, their leaves rustling in a gentle, nocturnal breeze.

As you venture deeper into the rainforest, the symphony of nighttime creatures serenades your senses. Frogs and crickets play a melodic chorus while fireflies flicker like tiny stars, illuminating your path. The air is thick with the heady scent of damp earth, moss, and exotic blooms, creating an intoxicating fragrance that lingers around you.

But the true marvel of this rainforest night unfolds before you as you stumble upon a hidden gem—the waterfall. It glistens under the moon’s enchanting gaze, cascading waters a ribbon of liquid crystal tumbling from the heights above into a pristine, moonlit pool below.

The waterfall’s roar is a soothing lullaby, a constant reminder of nature’s grandeur and eternal rhythm. The moonlight dances upon the water’s surface, creating a sparkling, silvery tapestry that seems to stretch forever. Each droplet from above catches the moon’s radiance, forming a trail of liquid stardust.

You approach the pool’s edge, feeling the cool mist kiss your skin as the waterfall’s spray gently caresses your face. The night sounds intensify around you, the rainforest coming alive with its secrets and wonders. It’s a world of enchantment, where the rainforest’s beauty is magnified by the veil of night, and the waterfall stands as a shimmering testament to the timeless allure of nature.

“Isn’t it? I thought we could take a break here, considering all we’ve been doing is running and hiding. We’re safe here,” you mumble. 

“Are we?” Dokyeom asks. 

“Would I lead you astray?” You ask, inching closer to him. 

“I don’t think you would. You wouldn’t just kiss me to manipulate me later, right?” Dokyeom asks as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into him. You smile at him. This was the first time the kiss from the night before was brought up.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped,” you mumble. 

“I didn’t say I minded. I did kiss back,” Dokyeom adds, making you melt into his touch, guilt plaguing you, knowing that you would soon cause this incredible individual’s demise. 

“Shall we?” You ask, motioning to the bodies of water, looking around for one slightly more private, where you both wouldn’t be recognised and could spend time with him, alone, uninterrupted, before you betray him.

Dokyeom takes your hand, guides you to a more secluded plunge pool, and stops at the edge of the water. With a soft smile, he removes your clothing piece by piece, every movement charged with an undeniable urgency. As he finishes, his eyes scan your body with fierce hunger, and his hands wander over your curves with possessiveness.

You shiver as you feel his hands slide around your waist from the back, the warmth of his touch sending shivers up and down your spine. You can feel the barely restrained desire emanating from his body.

Dokyeom pulls you closer, and you can feel his hardness against your back as he presses against you. His lips trail down to your shoulder, his breath heating your skin as his gaze travels up your neck.

Dokyeom turns you to face him, cupping your face in his hands as he trails down to your lips. His tongue probes at the corner of your mouth before sliding in, the wetness and warmth as you open your mouth to him sending you into a passionate frenzy.

Dokyeom takes your hand and leads you to the pool. As the warm water envelops you, Dokyeom slides in behind you, his chest against your back as his arms wrap around you. His hands move over your body with increasing passion as his lips go up and down your neck.

Your back arches, trying to move even closer to him. You moan in pleasure as his hardness presses against your skin, the sensation of him filled with anticipation. You can’t help but feel like you want him to take you in the water.

You and Dokyeom are both submerged in the shallow waters of the pool, your hands trailing along the smooth surface of the tiled edges. You look up at Dokyeom, a smirk on your lips as you start to move, your body drawn closer to his as your hands move expertly to his hips and you bring yourself just under the water. You feel the anticipation running through both of you as you wrap your arms around his waist and pull yourself tight against him.

You can feel Dokyeom’s breaths coming faster as he looks down at you, anticipation radiating from his eyes as you start to explore. You run your hands through his hair, feeling your tension quickly mixed with pleasure as you tilt your head back. The sensation of his skin against yours is heightened in the water, and you quicken your pace, carefully trailing your lips and tongue along his chest and stomach. His skin feels like butter beneath your mouth, begging for more attention.

You let out a soft moan as you bring your mouth up to his, your tongue tracing along his lower lip as you press against Dokyeom. He responds with a groan, his mouth eagerly meeting yours as you wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. You feel your way down from his mouth, your tongue gliding along his neck and shoulders as your hands trace his contours.

You pull away from him, an inviting smile on your lips before you go down his torso. With each movement, your mouth is greeted with eager sighs and gasps of pleasure from Dokyeom. As you reach the bottom of his stomach, you look up, the look in his eyes telling you it’s time for something different. You gaze at him momentarily, his eyes pleading, before you dip your tongue into the shallow pools of water between his legs.

Dokyeom lets out an animalistic groan as you move your mouth along his member, lapping up the waves of pleasure each stroke gives him. His body arches into you as your tongue swirls around in circles, his hands grasping your hair as you work your way up and down. You can’t help but smile against him as you hear tiny, breathy moans with each flick of your tongue, revealing that you’ve brought him to this point.

You can feel your arousal growing, and you know you’ve done the same to Dokyeom as you reach the climax together, him calling out your name as the waves of pleasure ensnare you both and pull you gently into a blissfully calm state.

You feel the heat rising as you climb out of the plunge pool and lay on the edge, reclining on your elbows, and you feel your breath hitch in anticipation and your breaths coming in shallow gasps.

Then you feel Dokyeom’s hand touching you, tracing a path from your abdomen to your chest and neck. His fingertips leave a trail of blissful heat on your skin, and you let out a contented sigh.

Dokyeom slides lower, his hand running across your inner thigh. His fingers work their way up your legs, sending sparks of pleasure shooting right to your core.

When Dokyeom finally reaches your most intimate area, you can’t help but gasp as you feel his tongue exploring you. His soft, lapping motions send waves of pleasure rippling through your body, and you find yourself pushing against his face, wanting more and more from him.

Dokyeom responds to the pressure of your body, deepening the stress and increasing the intensity of his movements. His tongue circles around your clit, sending more delightful feelings coursing through you until you feel like you’re about to combust.

And then it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Your body suddenly gives way as an explosion of pleasure ripples through you, and you think your entire body is trembling with delight. You’ve just experienced the most intense and pleasurable orgasm, thanks to Dokyeom.

He stares deeply into your eyes, the look telling you he craves you just as much as you desire him.

You don’t have to wait any longer. He plunges deep inside you, his hips moving skillfully as his groans mix with yours. Your body tightens around him as he rocks into you so intensely that it sends waves of pleasure shooting through your body.

The intensity builds up until a wave of pleasure engulfs both of you. You collapse into each other, exhausted but electrified.

The afterglow slowly takes over as you lay in each other’s arms, enjoying the comfort of being surrounded by each other’s warmth.

You and Dokyeom found refuge in a small corner of AECOR, where you both held each other. It was a beautiful and peaceful moment, and you wished that you could stay in this moment forever.

“Y/N, I want you to know something. I feel safe with you for the first time in my life,” Dokyeom admitted, making you smile and guilt engulf you.

His words hung in the air, carrying the weight of his vulnerability. You look into his eyes, the depth of his emotions mirrored in his gaze. The rainforest seems to hold its breath as if nature is listening to this profound declaration.

You reach out, your hand finding his, fingers entwined.  

“Dokyeom,” you reply with a voice filled with warmth and understanding.

 “I’m grateful to have you in my life. We’re safe together.”

The next day, Dokyeom felt a slight throbbing pain in his head, and when he woke up, you were nowhere to be found. He wasn’t even sure how he woke up or, more importantly, how he was unconscious. Had you hurt him? Where were you? Had he been brave, he would have gone out to search, but he knew not to because he too was a target.

You find yourself in the heart of SALAX, a planet shrouded in shadows and ruled by fear. As you navigate the dimly lit paths, a chilling encounter awaits you. A mysterious figure approaches, cloaked in darkness, and with a low, ominous voice, they ask.

“Have you managed to ensnare Dokyeom yet?”

You hesitate, your mind racing as you weigh your options. You’ve infiltrated this grim city for a specific purpose, a mission that demands subtlety and caution. But the pressure to fulfil your promise hangs heavily over you, and the consequences of failure are dire.

You felt immense guilt the night before, right after Dokyeom confessed to you that he felt safe with you, when he wasn’t looking, decided to hit him hard enough to cause a slight snag in his system, which would make him shut down for a few hours. Which gave you enough time to go SALAX and see if you could get out of your deal. You couldn’t hurt Dokyeom anymore. You couldn’t hurt someone you were falling in love with.

Before you can respond, the enigmatic figure steps closer, their face concealed by shadows. “Time is running out, Y/N,” they hiss, their tone dripping with menace.

“We cannot afford delays. Alastor is growing impatient.”

The name sends a shiver down your spine—Alastor, the ruler of SALAX, a malevolent force you’ve heard whispered about in hushed tones. He is a figure of terror, and the urgency in the stranger’s voice underscores the gravity of your mission.

As you stand there, torn between your mission’s demands and the mounting pressure from Alastor’s emissary, you know that your choices in this treacherous city will have far-reaching consequences. The web of intrigue and danger in SALAX tightens around you, and you must decide whether to continue down this perilous path, knowing that failure could mean a fate worse than death.

As you leave the oppressive city of SALAX behind, the weight of guilt and conflict presses heavily upon your heart. The memories of your time in SALAX, the choices you made, and the person you had to become weigh on your conscience, and there’s no escaping the tangled web of emotions.

In the solitude of your departure, you find yourself grappling with the harsh reality of having betrayed Dokyeom, the man you had come to care for deeply. Your love for him is undeniable, a powerful force that has drawn you together in a world fraught with danger and uncertainty.

With each step away from SALAX, you replay the moments when you had to deceive him, the lies you had to tell, and the promises you couldn’t keep. The pain of knowing that you’ve broken his trust is like a dagger in your chest, and it gnaws at your soul.

But you also remember the pressure from Alastor, the ruler of SALAX, and the dire consequences that would have occurred had you not complied with his demands. It was a choice between betraying Dokyeom and facing the wrath of Alastor, and in the end, you had to prioritise your survival.

As you journey further away from SALAX, you yearn for a solution, a way to make amends for the betrayal and deception that have torn your heart in two. You know that you can’t change the past, but you’re determined to find a way to set things right.

The conflict within you rages on, tearing at your conscience and leaving you in turmoil. You find solace in the quiet moments of reflection, searching for a path forward that will allow you to reconcile your love for Dokyeom with the choices you were forced to make.

In the distance, a glimmer of hope emerges—a plan, a way to mend the trust you’ve shattered. It won’t be easy, and the road ahead is uncertain, but you’re resolved to find a solution that will bring redemption and forgiveness for yourself and the love you hold for Dokyeom.

As the spacecraft landed back in AECOR, you noticed Dokyeom standing outside the place where you last left him, and even though the space craft, you could sense the tension.

As you got off the spacecraft, you noticed that Dokyeom’s once-warm demeanour had cooled, replaced by a distant and suspicious gaze. The weight of your mission and the secrets you carry are like a boulder on your shoulders as you stand before him.

Dokyeom’s words, when they finally come, are laced with an undercurrent of passive aggression.

“Where were you?”

You can feel his scrutiny, his unspoken doubts hanging heavy in the air. The unease in your chest tightens, and you know the time has come to confront the truth.

“SALAX”

“What?”

Taking a deep breath, you decide to be honest. “Dokyeom, there are things I need to tell you,” you begin, your voice quivering with the weight of your confession.

He raises an eyebrow, his suspicion growing. “Go on.”

You recount the events of your mission in SALAX, the pressure from Alastor’s emissary, and the choices you were forced to make. You can see the anger and disappointment flicker in Dokyeom’s eyes as you speak.

When you finally finish, there’s a heavy silence between you. Dokyeom’s expression is inscrutable, and you can’t tell if he’s processing your confession or formulating his response.

After an eternity, he finally speaks, his voice cold and measured. “Y/N, I need you to understand the gravity of your actions. Trust is not something to be taken lightly. Your secrecy puts us all at risk.”

Your heart sinks as you realise the consequences of your choices. You had expected Dokyeom’s anger, but what comes next surprises you.

He leans in closer, his gaze unwavering. “Here’s your ultimatum Y/N. If you want to continue being with me, you must prove you can be trusted. No more secrets, no more hidden agendas. From now on, complete transparency. Can you do that?”

The ultimatum hangs in the air like a heavy storm cloud, and you understand the weight of his words. The trust eroded by your actions is at stake, and it’s up to you to rebuild it, one honest step at a time.

“Dokyeom, I need to confess to you,” your voice trembles slightly, but you push on, knowing that honesty is the only path forward.

His brow furrows in concern as he listens attentively, encouraging you to continue. “I... I was supposed to betray you,” you admit, the words heavy on your conscience. “There was a plan, a scheme I was involved in, but I can’t do it anymore.”

Dokyeom’s eyes widen in surprise, and he reaches out to gently hold your hand, a silent gesture of support. “What do you mean?” he asks, his voice soft and understanding.

Tears gather in your eyes as you elaborate. “I was meant to deceive you, hurt you, but I’ve realised that what we share is more important to me than anything else. I can’t go through with it, Dokyeom. I can’t betray you after everything we’ve been through.”

Silence hangs in the air, the weight of your confession palpable. You search his eyes for a sign, praying he’ll understand your turmoil and forgive your past intentions. With your heart in your throat, you wait for his response, hoping your honesty will be the bridge to mend any potential rift between you.

As you sit across from Dokyeom, the weight of your past and the secrets you’ve harboured for so long pressing heavily upon your shoulders, you take a deep breath, trying to find the courage to reveal your darkest truths.

As the realisation dawns upon Dokyeom, a heavy silence settles over the room. He stands there, his thoughts racing, trying to face the betrayal that has unfolded before him. The one person he had trusted implicitly, you, had been attempting to deceive him all along.

Dokyeom’s heart feels like it’s been gripped by an icy vice, and he struggles to find words to express the tumultuous emotions surging within him. He had opened himself up and allowed you into the innermost chambers of his life, and now he feels like a fool.

You stood before him, your eyes filled with regret and uncertainty.

Finally, Dokyeom’s voice breaks through the silence, but it’s laced with a mixture of hurt and anger. “Y/N, how could you?” His words are filled with a sense of betrayal that cuts deep.

You took a step forward, her voice trembling as you tried to explain. “Dokyeom, I... I never meant for things to get this far. It started as something I thought I had to do, but along the way, I realised...”

Dokyeom cuts you off, his anger boiling over. “Realised what? That you could play with my trust and feelings and throw it all away when it suited you?”

The room feels tense, the air heavy with the moment’s weight. Dokyeom’s trust, once unshakable, has been shattered, and he’s left to grapple with the aftermath of the betrayal.

Your eyes fill with tears as you struggle to find the right words to make amends for your actions. “Dokyeom, please, just hear me out. I never wanted to hurt you. I never thought I would care this much.”

He turns away from you, unable to bear the sight of the person who had manipulated his trust. “Y/N, I need time,” he says, his voice weary and defeated. “I need time to process this, to understand what just happened.”

“Dokyeom,” you begin, your voice quivering, “there’s something I need to tell you. Something I’ve kept hidden for far too long.”

Once warm and trusting, his eyes now hold a mix of curiosity and concern as he nods, encouraging you to continue.

“I come from a past that I’m not proud of,” you admit, gazing at the table before you. “I used to be involved in criminal activities that hurt people and went against everything I now stand for.”

Dokyeom remains silent, his expression a mixture of surprise and a hint of sadness.

Tears well up in your eyes as you recount the horrors of your past the choices you made that left scars on others and yourself. “I’ve hurt people, stolen, lied, and deceived. I could escape my past, but it’s been haunting me, and I can’t bear to keep it hidden any longer.”

Dokyeom’s gaze remains locked on you. His silence speaks volumes.

“I joined this SALAX, this mission, in the hope that I could make amends for my past,” you continue, your voice trembling with emotion. “I wanted to change, become a better person, and do something meaningful. But I understand if you can’t trust me now.”

“If I could give them you, then I would not be punished for my past,” you admit.

The room seems to close in on you as you await his response, the weight of your confession hanging heavily in the air. You fear that your past actions have damaged the trust Dokyeom once had in you.

After what feels like an eternity, Dokyeom finally speaks, his voice measured and compassionate.

“Y/N, what matters is not the person you used to be but who you’ve become. You’ve taken a courageous step by facing your past and sharing it with me.”

Dokyeom's hand finds yours, a gesture of understanding and support.

“We all have our demons, Y/N, and we all make mistakes. What’s important is that you’re trying to make amends and move forward. I believe in the person you are now, and I trust that you’ll continue to work towards the better future you’ve set your sights on.”

Tears of relief well up in your eyes as you squeeze his hand, grateful for his understanding and forgiveness. In that moment, you realise that by sharing your darkest truths, you’ve not only unburdened yourself but also strengthened the trust between you and Dokyeom. It’s a crucial step toward redemption and a brighter future where your past no longer defines who you are.

“We’ll fight it together.”

“We’ll make it out alive, Y/N,” Dokyeom promised. However, as the words left Dokyeom’s mouth, you heard a loud noise, and suddenly, you were both enveloped in a cloud of darkness. 

As the darkness of night envelopes you and Dokyeom, you find yourselves ensnared in a dire predicament. Captured by unknown assailants, you're bound and blindfolded, completely at their mercy. The journey is disorienting, filled with abrupt turns and jolts, leaving you with no sense of direction.

After what feels like an eternity, the vehicle comes to a halt, and you're roughly pulled from your seats. The sound of heavy metal doors creaking open echoes in the air, and you're guided out, stumbling on unfamiliar terrain.

The blindfold is removed, and as your eyes adjust to the dim light, you realize that you're in the heart of SALAX. The planet’s cold and oppressive atmosphere is suffocating, and a sense of foreboding washes over you.

Dokyeom, still bound and disoriented, is by your side, and you exchange a glance that speaks volumes—fear, uncertainty, and the grim realization that you've been brought into the heart of a malevolent force.

Gathered around you are a group of armed figures, their faces obscured by masks and shadows. They remain silent, their intentions unclear, as they usher you both forward, deeper into the labyrinthine alleys of SALAX.

The city's eerie ambience intensifies, and you can't help but wonder what fate awaits you and Dokyeom in this dystopian realm. As you're led further into the heart of the unknown, the sense of peril deepens, and the need for a plan to escape this grim fate becomes all-consuming. 

In the distant, dystopian future, amidst the cold and unforgiving landscape of a city known as SALAX, there exists a name that strikes fear into the hearts of all who dare to speak it—Alastor, the malevolent ruler of this desolate realm.

With a visage shrouded in shadows and a presence that radiates malevolence, Alastor is a figure cloaked in mystery and darkness. His iron grip on SALAX is unyielding, and his dominion extends far beyond the city’s crumbling walls. He is a tyrant of unparalleled cruelty, ruling through fear, manipulation, and an insatiable thirst for power.

The tales of Alastor’s ruthless reign are whispered in hushed tones, passed down from generation to generation. His rule is marked by oppression, surveillance, and merciless enforcers who carry out his every command without question. In his quest for dominance, he has left a trail of broken lives and shattered dreams in his wake.

Alastor’s origins remain closely guarded, hidden behind lies and deception. Some say he was once a brilliant scientist, while others claim he emerged from the depths of the city’s darkest nightmares. Regardless of his past, his present is a reign of terror that leaves no room for hope or resistance.

As the ruler of SALAX, Alastor commands a vast network of spies, informants, and ruthless enforcers, all dedicated to maintaining his oppressive regime. His fortress-like palace, situated at the city’s heart, symbolises his absolute authority. In this place, he broods over his dark ambitions and plots his next move to tighten his grip on the city’s inhabitants.

Alastor’s name is synonymous with cruelty and malevolence, a name that sends shivers down the spines of those who dare utter it. In the grim, futuristic world of SALAX, he is the embodiment of evil, a shadowy figure who rules with an iron fist and whose presence casts a long, foreboding shadow over all who dwell within his domain.

You stand before a council of stern-faced individuals, their collective disapproval palpable. The room is tense, and your heart beats heavily as you confront the consequences of your failure. The weight of their anger bears down on you, and you know that there is no escaping the harsh judgment about to be passed.

One of the council members opens his mouth to address you, his expression a mask of disappointment and anger and addresses you with a voice that cuts through the silence like a blade. “Y/N, you were entrusted with a vital task and failed us miserably.”

Your voice quivers as you attempt to offer an apology. “I... I didn’t mean for this to happen. It was an honest mistake.”

But the council members are unforgiving, their faces etched with anger and frustration. One of them, an imposing figure with a voice like thunder, bellows.

“Honest mistake or not, your failure has put us all at risk. We can’t afford such incompetence.”

The atmosphere in the room grows more hostile with each passing moment. Accusations fly, and your attempts at explaining the circumstances of your failure fall on deaf ears. The decision is made swiftly and decisively.

One of the council members, their voice filled with righteous anger, proclaims.

“Y/N, you have betrayed our trust and jeopardised our mission. You are hereby banished from our ranks.”

The words hang in the air like a death sentence, and you feel a profound sense of despair wash over you. The consequences of your actions have led to your expulsion, and there is no way to argue your way out of it.

Alastor, his gaze filled with disappointment, approaches you with a heavy heart.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice laced with regret. “I never thought I would see this day. You were once a valued team member, but your failure has left us no choice.”

“Please let me do anything else. Please spare him,” you begged. 

“Oh, you still don’t understand, do you? You fell in love with him, gave him your body and love, and as a result, you are no longer of any use to us. You are done,” Alastar spoke, his words terrifying you further. 

“Don’t hurt him,” you whimpered. 

“He’ll be hurt, don’t you worry. He can watch the life be taken out of you. That will be his punishment.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you realise the gravity of your mistake. You had let down not only those who had trusted you but also yourself. The sense of shame and regret is overwhelming.

As you are escorted out of the room, the weight of your banishment settles upon you like a heavy shroud. You are left to face the consequences of your failure alone, the anger and disappointment of those you once considered allies echoing in your ears.

In the days that follow, you wander, a sense of purposelessness consuming you. The world outside is harsh and unforgiving, and you are left to bear the burden of your mistakes.

As you reflect on the consequences of your actions, you can’t help but wonder if there will ever be a way to make amends for your failure. The road ahead is uncertain, and the path to redemption, if it exists at all, seems long and arduous.

But one thing is clear—you must carry the weight of your punishment and learn from your failure, for it is only through facing the consequences of your actions that you can hope to find a way to redeem yourself in the eyes of those you have let down.

In the dimly lit room, the air felt heavy with anguish and despair. You and Dokyeom, bound and helpless, found yourselves in a nightmarish scenario you could never have imagined. A sinister figure, cloaked in shadows, loomed over you both, his intentions cruel and heartless.

Dokyeom watched you helplessly as you lay on the cold, unforgiving floor, your breaths shallow and laboured. The faint flicker of a dying candle cast eerie, shifting shadows on your face, emphasising the pallor of your skin.

Tears welled in your eyes as you whispered words of comfort, your voice trembling with grief. Dokyeom’s eyes met yours, filled with profound sadness and an unspoken understanding of the impending tragedy.

“Any final words?” The sinister figure asked mockingly.

“In another universe, we’ll find each other again,” you breathed out, and Dokyeom let out a string of pleas, begging for mercy.

The sinister figure, unmoved by Dokyeom’s pleas, revealed a cruel smile as he continued his evil act. Time seemed to slow as Dokyeom was forced to witness life slowly ebb away from you–the person he cherished most. Every passing moment felt like an eternity of heartache.

The room seemed to close in around you as the final breaths escaped your lover’s lips, leaving a haunting silence in their wake. Once filled with love and life, their eyes stared vacantly into the abyss.

In that agonising moment, part of you died with them, and the world became darker and colder. The anguish and helplessness etched into your memory would forever haunt your soul, a scar that time could never fully heal.

The End

Earth: Present Day 

“New here, huh?” The man before you asked, and you smiled at him. 

“Uh, yeah. I just moved to this town for a fresh start,” you replied unsurely, making the man smile at you. 

“Why don’t you sit next to that gentleman over there? You both look rather lost. Let me grab a few things, and I’ll sort you both out,” he instructed, and you mumbled a ‘yes’ and made your way to another lost-looking soul. 

“Sorry, is this seat taken?” You asked the stranger. He looked up at you. He had a kind face, warm eyes, and a loving smile. But something about this man was familiar like you had met him once in a dream, in a different life. It makes your heart race and mind run wild with possibilities. You knew him. You just didn’t know how. 

“Nope, have a seat,” he offered kindly. 

“So you’re also lost in a new town, huh?” He asked, and you nodded. 

“Yeah, just, I guess, sorted landed on my ass,” you joked, making him laugh and clap his hands. 

“Same, hey, we’re both lost. I guess we could be friends? I promise you, I won’t bite,” 

“I don’t see why not,” you responded. 

“I’m Y/N,” you introduced, holding your hand to him. 

“Sounds familiar for some reason,” the stranger responded. 

“Funny, I wanted to say the same to you,” you admitted. 

“I’m Seokmin,” he said, shaking your hand. 

“I wish the name rang a bell, but maybe I’m going crazy,” you added, making him smile. 

“Maybe in another universe, we once knew each other?” Seokmin offered. 

[wongyuseokie]

I posted 243 times in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Forgive Me? | j.w.w

Summary: Your boyfriend is late and buys a giant teddy bear to help make his case. He just forgets how adorable he is.  ☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff |  ♥ completed works Word Count: 593 words Age: 18+ Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, hints of angst, reader rightfully thirsts over Wonwoo. Content Warnings: So fluffy and sweet I gave myself a toothache, no smut, just really cute, but hinting to smutty behaviour once. Smut Warnings: None, really, another tooth-rotting fluff fic.

Authors Note: The photo in the banner had me cooing and swooning. I’m so whipped for this man. It’s unreal. He has my whole heart, and I wanted to write it 🥺💕 Authors Note 2: Thank you to @here4btsfics, @joonscypher, @yoongimingyu & @the-boy-meets-evil for reading and hearing me go on and on about Seventeen 💕 Crossposted to AO3 Banner Credits: @classicscreations © playmetheclassics 2022. All rights reserved.

I’m late,” your boyfriend mumbled sheepishly as he entered your apartment late that night.

“Yes, you are,” you mumbled sleepily, making him frown. Wonwoo didn’t intend to be so late, but one phone call led to another, and by the time he got done with work, it was well past midnight.

“I’m a crappy boyfriend,” Wonwoo whined as he stood by your door, and you smiled fondly at him.

“No, you aren’t, handsome, come here and give me cuddles and kisses, and all shall be forgiven,” you said, holding out your arms for him.

“Hang on, I got you something,” Wonwoo babbled, ducking out of your apartment to grab something, and you saw him dragging in a giant teddy bear.

“I got you this as a sorry,” Wonwoo spoke breathlessly once he hauled a giant teddy bear into your apartment, closing the door behind him.

“A giant teddy?” You asked, getting off the couch and walking over to your boyfriend and the giant plush he dragged in.

“It’s cute, and its eyes say, ‘forgive me,’” Wonwoo explained, making you giggle at him.

“You’re a dork,” you said, giggling and Wonwoo nodded in agreement.

“Yes, but I’m your dork,” Wonwoo countered, and you laughed at him.

“I am sorry for being late, my love, I won’t say it’ll never happen again, but I’ll be better about letting you know,” Wonwoo said, and you nodded, smiling as you moved to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest.

“Please do, and also, if I’m being honest with you, if you just came by sans teddy bear. I’d still forgive you; you have the cutest face when you’re sulking,” you explained, making Wonwoo pout.

“See,” you said, grinning, “the cutest,” you added, making Wonwoo smile as he leant down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m only cute behind closed doors. Out in the world, I’m cool and sexy,” Wonwoo defended, making you laugh.

“I did fall in love with a dork, didn’t I?” You asked aloud, and Wonwoo nodded.

“You say it like it’s a problem,” Wonwoo huffed, and you grinned at him. You swore your chest hurt from how much he made your heart ache with his cuteness.

“Not a problem at all, my love, not when I get to see this handsome face,” you said, tightening your grip around his waist.

“Even when this handsome face is sulking because he’s late?” Wonwoo asked, and you giggled.

“Yes, especially then, a face like that and teddy bears? I never stood a chance at being mad,” you added, making Wonwoo smile, scrunching his nose slightly.

“God, I love you,” Wonwoo huffed out proudly as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your cheek and moved his lips from your cheek to graze over your lips, pulling you into a gentle kiss that had you melting against his body.

“Let me first put Alfred down and turn him to face the wall, so he doesn’t see anything scandalous, and then I can spend the whole night showing you how sorry I am?” Wonwoo offered with a playful glint in his eyes as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in tighter against him.

“You named the bear Alfred?” You asked, and Wonwoo nodded.

“Why?” You asked, unable to keep the smile off your face.

“Forgive me, love, he looked like an Alfred,” Wonwoo said casually, and you rolled your eyes in amusement.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you mumbled, and Wonwoo nodded, agreeing. 

“I am, I really am.”

256 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

#4

Posy Bee | k.m.g

Summary: Mingyu is your colleague and the walking definition of pretty privilege. His clumsy thumbs have broken more vases than you can count, yet he brings in the most orders to your shop. It's all thanks to his handsome face, it’s annoying and unfair, and you’ve vowed that if this week he breaks another vase, you’ll feed him a cactus.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 3081 words

Age: 18+

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff and angst. Friends/Colleagues to lovers.

Content Warnings: Fluff, Mingyu being the most adorable and clumsy human. Who let him work in a flower shop, honestly? Mingyu is so flirty it is painful. All those fan calls where he’s flirting with carats did a number on me. Yelling, Mingyu’s clumsiness causes the reader to snap quite rudely at him. Reader snaps and yells at him, and Mingyu sulks A LOT. Swearing.

Smut Warnings: Mentions of arousal, but it’s mild, but still. Bed-breaking mentions. Sexual banter, but that’s it, really.

Authors Note: Thank you @here4btsfics, I can't thank you enough for always just letting me go on and on about Seventeen and Mingyu in general. You're such a delight, thank you for reading and beta'ing this and being an absolute angel 💕. Thank you also to @missgeniality, thank you for letting me drag you into the Seventeen stan life, it's been an absolute pleasure watching you simp along with me. Thank you for reading and giving me live reactions. I adore you too my bubs 💕 Banner Credits: @classicseffects Cross Posted to AO3 © playmetheclassics 2022. All rights reserved.

“Ah, shit!” You heard your coworker Mingyu swear, and you groaned, knowing that this was the second vase he broke today, and it wasn’t even lunchtime.

“Uh…Y/N, where is the vacuum cleaner?” You heard Mingyu ask nervously, and you counted to three, breathing deeply before walking over to him, carefully, of course.

“Mingyu, why don’t you let me do it?” You offered, trying to keep your composure.

“Do you not trust me?” Mingyu joked with an adorable pout on his handsome face.

“No, I do not. This is the second vase you broke in a day and the fifth this week, and it’s Tuesday,” you snapped, and Mingyu pouted more, nodding.

“Sorry,” Mingyu mumbled, looking down at the ground. Seeing how a 6-foot-tall man would shrink when scolded to the size of a puppy was cute. Damn Kim Mingyu and his sweetness. It was hard to stay mad at him.

It’s fine. You didn’t mean it. Why don’t you take orders from the two ladies who walked in? I’ll clean this up.” You suggested, and Mingyu mumbled a ‘sorry’ and headed over to wait on the ladies.

“You are such a sweet, handsome, kind man, and you know your flowers. Are you single?” You heard one of the ladies speak as you placed the vacuum cleaner behind the counter and smiled at their words. It was not uncommon for patrons to compliment Mingyu. He was effortlessly charming, kind, and easygoing. He was everything you ever wanted in a colleague; sometimes, you’d wonder how lucky you’d be to have a man like him.

That daydream was broken each time Mingyu broke, spilled, or knocked over something. So your days consisted of you daydreaming about him for 40 minutes until he broke something, and then you were rudely awakened.

“Ah, I am,” Mingyu responded to the order, and you turned to face him in surprise. You didn’t think he was. How was he single?

“Well, what about your lovely manager? She’s smiling so fondly at you,” the lady pushed, and you were starting to get annoyed, not just because she called you out. While the elderly were usually well-intentioned and meant the best, they often didn’t understand boundaries.

“I’m sure a wonderful person like her has someone. She isn’t someone you ever want to lose,” Mingyu said smoothly, and you were so tempted to smack him.

“I’m single, but I do not flirt with my employees. It is unprofessional, and I also don’t encourage or invite such nosey conversations either,” you answered.

Making sure to send a deathly glare to Mingyu and a softer glare to the lady who understood and gave you a gentle smile, quickly paid, and left the shop.

“That was kind of rude,” Mingyu mumbled.

“I’ll apologise, but you could have just stopped. What was with the whole wonderful person thing?” You countered, and Mingyu shrugged.

“I think you’re pretty cool, so I complimented you?” Mingyu said, unsure.

“Fine, thank you, but it was not your place,” you pushed, and Mingyu nodded.

“But really, I meant it. Anyone would be crazy to let you go,” Mingyu elaborated, and you sighed.

“Why, you’d keep me around?” You joked, and Mingyu nodded.

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292 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

#3

Leaf Me Alone | j.w.w

Summary: Jeon Wonwoo is the newest hire at your flower shop, and he’s handsome, tall and painfully shy, and worst of all, in the last three months, you’ve exchanged three whole sentences and nods, you never know what he’s thinking, but you can’t help but wonder if he’s annoyed by your presence.  pg |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ mild angst |  ♥ completed work Word Count: 1814 words

Age: PG

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, hints of angst, reader rightfully thirsts over Wonwoo.

Content Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff and miscommunication, but it is lowkey cute.

Smut Warnings: None, really, another tooth-rotting fluff fic.

Authors Note: I took inspiration from how introverted Wonwoo is, it’s incredibly endearing to me, but it’s also something that I worry that, as an extrovert, I’ll scare off any introverted person I meet. So, I just wanted to explore that idea. It’s very self-serving and fluffy 💕 Authors Note 2: Thank you so so much, my lovely @here4btsfics. For just hearing me go on and on about Wonwoo like every day and encouraging me with this story and yelling me to post it, I adore you dearly and thank you so much for helping me beta this too!! Thank you to @defwoodz for always reading over this and clowning me. Banner Credits: @classicseffects Cross Posted to AO3 © playmetheclassics 2022. All rights reserved.

Three Months Ago,

“Finally, this is Y/N, my daughter. She runs the shop most days. Y/N, this is Wonwoo, our newest hire,” your mum spoke as she introduced you to a tall and handsome man with a shy smile gracing his face. 

“Hi, Wonwoo. Nice to meet you!” You greeted him enthusiastically, making him grin more shyly before he greeted you.

“You too,” you responded, his voice deep and resonating, it was deeper than the ocean, honestly, and you were convinced that this man would be the reason you finally understood what a work crush meant. 

Wonwoo smiled at you once more before following your mother around the flower shop for a tour, and you smiled back at him. So, what if he was shy at first? Wasn’t everyone? You were sure that throughout working together, you two would be able to develop a friendship at least. 

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463 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

#2

Tasty | j.w.w

Summary: Your boyfriend said the word tasty in a deep voice, and now he’s showing you what other things he likes to call tasty in that ocean deep voice. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut |  ♥ completed works

Word Count: 325 words

Age: 18+

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, angst (minor), smut. PWP (it’s got the briefest plot ever).

Content Warnings: None. Wonwoo is just giving the reader amazing oral. This fic just happened because I’m a weak woman for this man. This is just a smutty Wonwoo drabble. I’m a simp for this man. Smut Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation, praise? Sort of. It’s so so brief.

Authors Note: This happened because of that damn GOSE episode where he said TASTY in his ocean-deep voice, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it because of that man and his voice.  Cross Posted on AO3

Banner Credits: @classicscreations © playmetheclassics 2022. All rights reserved.

“More,” you moaned as your hands kept tugging on your boyfriend's hair, as his tongue brought you indescribable pleasure. Wonwoo happily obliged as he wrapped his lips around your clit, his tongue tracing circles along with the swollen nub. He kept moving his tongue, his pace never faltering. 

You’re not sure how you ended up in this position, but all you recall is teasing Wonwoo about him saying ‘tasty’ in his signature baritone voice and exchanging a few more words. Next thing you know, you’re laying in bed, naked, and he’s laying between your thighs, his face buried in your pussy. Again, you weren’t sure how you got here, but you weren’t complaining. 

“Fucking hell,” you moaned as you threw your head back, 

“Shit,” you gasped when you felt Wonwoo do something different with his tongue. 

“Did you just spell your name out on my pussy?” You asked breathlessly. 

“And?” Wonwoo asked as he lifted his head; his chin glistened with your arousal. 

“Nothing, it felt good, really good,” you praised, and Wonwoo simply smirked as he dove back in again. 

“Fuck!” You moaned out as you started to shake in his grip, and Wonwoo kept his grip firm on you as he kept circling your swollen nub with his tongue. You kept moaning and babbling absolute nonsense as you fell apart on his tongue. 

“Fuck, baby,” you whimpered as Wonwoo kept licking you through your orgasm, not letting you recover. You were sensitive, but you didn’t care, not when you were on the precipice of your second orgasm. Your second orgasm hit you harder, making your toes curl and eyes roll, and you shook in his grip. With what strength you could muster, your hands moved to his head as you gently pushed his mouth away from your cunt.

Wonwoo smiled at you, taking in your fucked out expression as he sat up on his knees. 

“What?” You asked, panting, and Wonwoo grinned. 

“Tasty.”

985 notes - Posted December 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Snuggly | k.m.g

Summary: It’s cold outside, and your annoyingly handsome roommate keeps leaving his very comfy leather jacket everywhere around the apartment, and you’ve returned it to him multiple times, but this time you’re sure you’ll just keep it if he forgets it again. Except for the one time he returns to retrieve the jacket, he finds you in the most compromising position possible.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 2732 words

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Frenemies (?) to lovers. Smut, angst, fluff. Basically, a smutty fluff piece to keep y’all warm during the colder months.

Content Warnings: Smut and fluff, mentions of Mingyu’s chapped lips. DO NOT EVER GOOGLE IT IS TRAGIC. They both tease and like each other and are just kind of adorable and cute. Mingyu is confident and shy all at once, and it's devastating.

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t do this, wrap it before you tap it). Masturbation (female), Mingyu walks in and volunteers to help her out. Fingering, overstimulation. Oral (female receiving). Nicknames? Mingyu calls her baby, and pretty girl. Nicknames, Mingyu calls her Kitten, Princess, Baby. Teasing. Dirty talk, but its mild. I think.

Authors Note 1: Literally no reason for this fic, aside from Rock With You Mingyu being the reason I got curious about Seventeen and remembered him as a ‘handsome guy with the leather jacket.’

Authors Note 2: Thank you to @here4btsfics, for always listening to me go on and on about Seventeen and Mingyu. Thank you for beta’ ing and helping me out with the smut. I struggled. I adore you and love you 💕 A huge thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for listening to me fret about this fic, up until posting!! I adore you. Also, thank you to @seungkwansphd for listening to me worry too. Thank you so much for hearing me out and listening to me!! Ilysm 🥺🥺💕💕

Cross Posted on AO3 © playmetheclassics 2022. All rights reserved.

“Hey, Y/N, have you seen my jacket? Oh, you’re wearing it,” Mingyu spoke as he walked into the kitchen that evening.

“I keep telling you, Kim. If you leave this lovely jacket around. Then one of these days, I’ll keep it, and I won’t return it,” you teased. Even if you meant every word, his jacket was insanely comfy, and you would gladly take it.

Mingyu smiled as he flopped down on the couch next to you. “Even if you look adorable in it, no,” Mingyu said as he made himself comfortable.

“I’m adorable?” You asked with a grin, and Mingyu nodded.

“Yes, but I still think I look better in the jacket,” Mingyu added, making you roll your eyes.

“Of course you do. With a face and body like that, you could wear anything,” you blurted out, making Mingyu grin.

“You think I’m hot?” Mingyu asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Shut up, Kim,” you mumbled, making him laugh.

“It’s okay. I’d say the feeling is mutual. Remember that kiss we shared last Christmas?” Mingyu asked.

“We were standing under the mistletoe,” you countered, and Mingyu shrugged.

“It doesn’t take away from the fact that a peck turned into a proper kiss,” Mingyu added, and you shrugged.

“I hope you are at least consistently wearing lip balm this year. I recall those dry lips,” you teased, making Mingyu gasp dramatically at you.

“Just because I had dry lips the first time we met doesn’t mean I always have dry lips,” Mingyu defended, making you laugh.

“Besides, I know my lips were damn soft that year because one, I kept using the lip balm that you not so subtly gifted me as a housewarming gift and two, you went in for more after, when everyone left,” Mingyu babbled, making you grin shyly.

“I also remember you pawing this exact jacket while kissing me,” Mingyu teased, and you huffed at him pouting.

“Maybe I was only kissing you for the jacket,” you retorted, making Mingyu laugh.

“Possibly, but somehow I still have the jacket, and you keep conveniently ‘stealing’ it,” Mingyu joked, and you sighed in frustration that he had a point.

“But I’m heading out to the gym now. Want me to get you anything for dinner?” Mingyu asked as he stood up, and you shook your head.

“Won’t you be cold? You can have this back for the night,” you offered, and Mingyu smiled.

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Your Eyes Tell (SVT Joshua)

Joshua Hong X Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Modern Dystopia

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: uh just a bit of general love angst and pining?

Taglist: @yellowsreflection​

A/N: Hey I’ve finally posted something after being dead! I really enjoyed writing this for my lovely Alex’s @woozisnoots collab, Some Day Will Pass which you can check out here. Check out all the other amazing writers who came together for it. ~Bee

You woke up early the morning of your 18th birthday. For most people, the birthday signaling adulthood meant they could go to the government office and find their match, their Soulmate. But you, you were different from all the others.

The eye match system had been in place in the state of California for a long time now. Nearly a hundred years, since it was fast approaching the year 3020. On one's 18th birthday, they would visit the government office in downtown San Francisco and have their eyes scanned. They would be matched with the person who had the exact same color hue as their own.

However, you didn't get to participate in the excitement. Despite the fact that both of your parents had ice blue eyes, yours were grey. They were transparent, completely void of all color. In the entire history of the match system, no one else had the same color eyes as you. You would never have a match.

And so, your 18th birthday was no different than any other morning.

There was no law in place that said you had to use the match system to find your life partner, but all the statistics had shown it was more reliable than finding love naturally. If you wanted to find love, you had no choice but to leave it up to fate. That didn't seem possible though, as no one you knew found love the natural way. You know you would end up alone.

You spent an entire year believing that. Until you met Joshua, the boy with rainbow colored eyes.

These days, you worked at the boba tea shop on the campus of your college. You had been focused on your classes and grades because you knew that love was never going to be a priority. Why focus on something that will never happen? So, you threw yourself into your school and your job. 

You were cleaning off the back counters when you heard a small commotion outside and a boy nearly flung himself through the shop’s door, panting heavily. Behind him, you saw a large group of girls rush past the front window. 

“Where did he go?” 

“Did he go into the boba place?” 

Shouts and questions could be heard from outside and the boy was panicking. “I’m sorry, but can you please hide me?” he said urgently. 

“Uhhh...I guess?” you hesitated, wondering if you should help this stranger but made a split decision and pulled him behind the counter with you and ducked down. You instructed him to crouch close to the floor and you peered around the corner, seeing the mob looking in the shop’s windows. You quickly pulled back and continued to hide behind the counter, hoping they didn’t see you peeking over the edge.

“Are they still there?” the boy asked. You nodded, looking around the corner again. Most had left the area, but there were a few stubborn girls still looking and assuming he would randomly pop up in front of them if they left.

“I’ll let you know when the coast is clear.” you said. A few minutes later, it seemed the girls had given up and had gone completely. You turned back to the boy cowering behind the counter with you and said, “I think they finally left.”

He let out an audible sigh and said, “thank you.” You stared at him, wondering what it was that he did to make such a huge group of girls run after him. He had on a baseball cap, blonde hair peeking out from underneath. He appeared handsome enough, but nothing out of this world. You were confused, that was until he fully looked up at you and you could just barely see his eyes underneath the brim of his hat.

Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet. Each color showing itself the higher he brought his eyes up to meet with yours. His eyes were rainbow. 

And suddenly, you understood why he was being pursued by a horde of girls. He could be matched with anyone. Every eye color that was included in the rainbow, he could be matched with.

He also seemed taken aback when your eyes met. Tilting his head in curiosity as he fixed his eyes with yours. The transparent, grey eyes looking back at him, causing puzzlement. Then suddenly his face broke out into a huge smile, eyes lighting up as he said, “I’m Joshua.” It took a minute for you to catch up with what just happened. You blinked at him, refocusing.

“Um, I’m Y/N,” you responded finally, holding a hand out for him to shake. He put his hand in yours, gripping it firmly. 

“Nice to meet you,” Joshua said, standing and pulling you up from the floor with him. “I’m really sorry about that…” he continued, letting go of your hand and bringing his own up to sheepishly rub the back of his neck.

“It’s alright. I wasn’t sure what was going on to begin with but then…” your sentence trailed off, not sure if you wanted to actually mention the color of his eyes out loud in case it was a sore subject like yours were for you.

“Right,” he confirmed. He opened his mouth to say something but then shut it as if he was still deciding whether or not he wanted to say it. You waited, curiously. He finally spoke, asking you a surprising question. “I know this sounds really weird given we just met and under such crazy circumstances, but would you like to be friends? I could use a friend who I know wouldn’t befriend me just because I could be their match.” 

There was a tinge of sadness in Joshua’s voice and you didn’t really know how to answer him. Something in the way the sadness seeped into those unusual rainbow eyes made you make the decision, it was similar to the same sadness that made its way into your heart most often. You studied him for a moment, feeling a genuineness that flowed from him. “Yes, we can be friends,” you answered. He smiled again, this time his grin making his eyes sparkle. A welcome reward for your unsure decision.

“Um, would you like a drink? You can go sit down and I’ll make you one,” you asked in an attempt to break the awkward atmosphere that now appeared between the two of you. He cleared his throat and stepped out from behind the counter, moving to the other side. 

“Sure, make me whatever you like,” Joshua said, in almost a flirty tone. You found yourself shaking your head. You just agreed to be friends and he was already acting like that with you. Yet, you didn’t mind it. It felt natural, as if you had been friends for years instead of half an hour. 

Luckily business was slow that day and there were no customers in the store. You thought you would make it permanent for the night, flipping the sign on the door to ‘closed’ and ensuring that Joshua’s stalkers couldn’t get to him. You headed back behind the counter and decided to make him something basic, the drink you used to measure the quality of all bubble tea shops, mango milk tea with boba. 

You started making the sweet treat and Joshua sat down at a small table near the middle of the shop. He was looking at his phone intently while waiting, occasionally making a displeased face at whatever he was seeing. You poured the milk tea you prepared into the cup that was already filled with boba and sealed the top. Grabbing a straw, you walked over to the table that Joshua was sitting at and set the drink and straw in front of him. You pulled the chair out across from him and sat down, resting your elbows on the table.

Joshua pulled the drink toward himself, shook it and stabbed the straw into it. You sat with your chin in your palm and studied him as he took the first sip of the drink. You had never seen him around campus before and you weren’t really that social aside from people in your classes so you wondered if he went to the same college or not. He seemed to be the same age as you, maybe a little older. He had to be at least 18 given how the group of girls were chasing after him, hoping for him to be their match.

He took a sip of the mango drink, seeming to savor it before he caught you observing him. “What? Do I have something on my face?” he asked, wiping at his mouth self-consciously.

“No, no. Sorry. I was just curious about you.” you responded, a bit embarrassed that your staring was so obvious.

“Oh?” he asked, actually not all that surprised since he did just ask you to be friends.

“It’s just, I’ve never seen you on campus at all so I wondered if you went to this college or not.” you explained. He smiled, welcoming the sudden interest in him. He wanted you to get to know him and he really wanted to get to know you.

“I do go here too, as a freshman. However, I tend to keep to myself and just focus on my school work. Since you know…” he gestured toward his eyes as he trailed off. You understood. People didn’t know how to react to someone with eyes like yours.

“I’m a sophomore. I’m the same way, I just focus on my classes and working here. I only have one friend here, who I’ve known since we were in junior high. It’s better for me to focus on getting good grades instead of a love life that I won’t find.” you admitted. Joshua hummed in agreement. Did he really understand that concept? He had a million matches to choose from if he wanted to.

But, just from what you observed today, he didn’t seem like he could possibly be that shallow of a person. He seemed to have different feelings on the matter. Joshua was nearly done with his drink when he started standing up from the table. “Listen, I have a class starting soon but can I have your number? I’d like to hang out when you know, I’m not being chased by a crazy mob,” he said, holding out the phone to you. You took it, typing your number into his phone and wondering what kind of hang out he had in mind.

You had just met Joshua, but his attitude toward his eyes and the match system was unlike anything you had stumbled upon before. This could possibly have the makings of a beautiful new friendship.

A few days pass before Joshua gets the courage to text you to hang out. He suggests you meet at a cafe that was near the boba tea shop you worked at. It was midmorning on a Saturday and you didn’t have to work today, making it easier to meet up with him.

You walked in the small cafe and stopped at the front to search the seating area for Joshua while inhaling the scent of coffee and pastries. You spotted him on the other side of the seating area next to the large window and he waved you over when he noticed you had walked it. His eyes lit up, the edges crinkling as you walked toward him and you felt your face mirror his. You didn’t know why, but it was an automatic reaction. 

He stood up when you reached the table and said, “Um, I didn’t know if you would want coffee or something so I didn’t get anything yet.” He shuffled his feet a little as he talked, showing a small amount of nervousness. 

“I will always take coffee,” you responded. 

“Okay, I'll get us some. My treat since I asked you to hang out.”  

“You don’t have to do that,” you immediately spit out.

“I want to. Please, let me,” Joshua insisted.

“Okay, a large caramel mocha then...” you said, waving an internal white flag. Joshua made his way to the end of the line in front of the register while you sat down at the table to wait for him and your coffee.

You scrolled through social media on your phone while you waited, coming across a post from a high school friend. It was a photo announcing her engagement with her eye color match. You sighed. While you knew you should be happy for her, you still felt the small disappointment for your own love life. “Is it really that bad hanging out with me?” Joshua asked, approaching the table with the coffees and flashing what you were starting to realize was his signature eye smile.

“Not at all! I’m sorry. I just saw something on my phone,” you quickly responded, denying his question. He sat your coffee in front of you and sat in the chair on the other side of the table. He also sat a bag on the table top, ripping it open and placing it in the center to share. 

“I bought some lemon loaf to share too, if you’d like,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. You gave a small smile, taking a bit of the pastry but staying quiet. Joshua sighed and asked, “What did you see on your phone that seems to have made you upset?” You hesitated. You didn’t know if he would understand where you were coming from. He had plenty of options for matches where as you, obviously had none. He seemed to read your mind.

“Even if it’s something I don’t personally understand, I’m a very good listener,” he gave a gesture for you to go ahead and tell him what was on your mind. He was so sweet about the way he talked with you that you felt it was okay to share how you felt. You pulled open the application on your phone, setting it in front of him on the table. He picked it up, looking at the reason for your gloominess. He nodded his head, handing the phone back to and continuing to wait for you to say what was on your mind.

“Most of the time I’m okay knowing I’ll have to find love naturally, but sometimes I really do wish I had eyes with color and that I would have a match,” you breathed out, confessing feelings that you had always kept to yourself since you had no one willing to listen or try to understand them. You looked at your hands and picked at your nails, feeling nervous about the feelings you had just blurted out to Joshua. 

Finally he gave a small chuckle and said, “Y/N, it’s okay to feel that way even if you are happy for your friend. I know I can’t fully understand because I have the opposite issue but I do know what it feels like to be different than everyone else.” You didn’t know what you expected him to say, but you were constantly surprised by his ability to look at the positive side and ability to find some connection with you. Was he like this with everyone or just you? And just like the day you met at the boba shop, you found yourself becoming intrigued by him. Almost like a puzzle you needed to solve and you kind of liked it. 

“Thank you,” you said, giving him a wry smile. The two of you continued to enjoy the snacks and fell into a comfortable conversation about all kinds of random things.

You and Joshua became best friends quickly, always hanging out with each other in your spare time with many movie nights and texting each other when you weren't together. He always helped you see the brighter side of things and didn’t treat you like you were any different than anyone else. 

However it wasn’t long before Joshua decided to try and date one of the girls that was constantly trying to get his attention. He seemed to think she might have been different then all the others that had just wanted him to be their match. For months, it appeared his thinking had been correct until one night you found him texting you in a panic at midnight before showing up at your door 5 minutes later.

You opened the door, revealing the most dejected looking Joshua you had ever seen. In fact, he looked like he was going to cry or perhaps he already had. “Wha-?” you let out a confused sound and he just pushed past you leaving you awkwardly standing in front of your own door.

“Please, just let me stay here for a while…” he whispered almost curling into a ball on the corner of your couch. After your initial confusion, your expression softened and you made your way over to him. You gingerly sat next to him. You had never seen him act like this, so something must be really bothering him. You slowly made your way closer to him until your sides were gently touching.

“Shua...what happened?” you asked, using his nickname and your tone of voice expressing your concern. Finally he looked up at you, eyes glossed over with unshed tears.

“I really thought she would be different,” Joshua stated. And you immediately knew what this was about.

“Oh, Joshua. I’m so sorry,” you told him, knowing how he must feel to some extent. You lightly brushed your hand over his arm to comfort him and next thing you knew he had his arms around your neck, face buried in your shoulder. You froze in shock and your stomach did a strange flip flop which you chose to ignore for the moment. You embraced him back and that’s when he fully broke. First there was sniffling, then he let out a small sob and warm tears were wetting your shoulder where he had hid his face. 

You embraced him harder, rubbing his back and whispering a comforting “shhh” as he continued to cry. And now, you were mad. You never had felt this way before. How dare that girl break your best friend's heart and turn him into this vulnerable man currently in your arms?

A few minutes later, his crying had subsided and he pulled away. He looked at you through his damp eyelashes, a small pout still on his face and said, “Thank you, Y/N”. There was that stomach drop again that you ignored once before. 

“Of course, what are best friends for?” you said casually, even though red flags were now starting to alarm in your mind. 

“Is it okay if I stay the night?” Joshua asked. Of course you couldn’t say no to him so you just nodded. You grabbed some blankets from the linen closet for him and settled on the couch next to him. You put on the tv to keep the two of you entertained until you fell asleep. However, your thoughts were far from the movie on the television and instead were focused on the overwhelming feelings that you were scared to feel for your best friend.

What you didn’t notice was that he wasn’t paying attention to the movie either. Instead, he was paying attention to you.

You continued to try and stifle your feelings for Joshua. You hid them so well from your best friend that he assumed that his own growing feelings for you were unrequited.

He finally had a best friend who he could share everything with and who understood him better than anyone. So, he chose to just keep that one thing a secret from you.

You felt the same and there was a part of you that was scared and thought you, someone who would never have a match, didn't deserve someone who could choose any match he wanted. Of course, you knew Joshua wasn't that superficial but the irrational part of your heart didn't want to register that fact.

And so, your mutual pining remained.

At least until a few weeks later when you were at the same cafe of your first hang out that had become a place the two of you frequented. You couldn't believe your ears when he told you. He was getting back with that girl, the one who caused him to show up at your door that night and completely break down. The one who made him feel unworthy of real love.

A million thoughts ran through your head and an unfamiliar blind rage filled you. "Y/N?" Joshua asked when you hadn't responded to him in a few minutes.

"I don't know what to say to that Joshua," you said, calling him by his proper name which you did so rarely. You really had no clue what to say to him. The hurt, anger, and confusion preventing any other thoughts from forming.

"What does that even mean?" he questioned, a slight whine bleeding through his normally calm voice.

"I-I don't know. But I think I need leave,” you said, abruptly getting up and rushing out of the cafe. A shocked and very confused Joshua was left alone at the table. Unfortunately leaving the cafe did nothing to remedy the unbearable feeling that you now recognized as jealousy.

You did your best to ignore him for the better part of a week, no matter what he tried to do to reach out to you. You knew it was petty but you wanted nothing more than to ignore the jealous feelings you had and that included ignoring the source of those feelings. 

Joshua had done everything he could think of. He had texted you endlessly, called you, showed up to the boba shop while you were working (which you then hid in the back and pretended you weren’t actually working that day) and even had shown up to wait outside your classes for you. You managed to ignore all his efforts despite how much it was killing you to do so.

Finally, as a last resort, he had reached out to one of your other friends and hatched up a plan that you couldn’t escape.

You had answered your friend’s SOS call and were waiting at the door of their apartment for them to let you in when the door flew open and you were yanked into the living room. “What is going on?” you asked, wondering why you were being pulled across the room and toward the bathroom.

“Talk it out with him, you’ll thank me later.” your friend said, shoving you in the small bathroom in the hall and locking the door. 

“What the hell?!” you exclaimed, turning around to find the boy you had been avoiding all this time. You were beyond mad, but couldn’t help the pang in your heart when you saw how miserable he looked. His eyes that had the usual twinkle in them when he smiled was gone, their rainbow color seeming duller and dark circles rimmed them. He looked like he hadn't slept the entire week. 

“Y/N... please, please talk to me,” Joshua begged, taking a small step toward you. You turned your face, avoiding looking at him so that your resolve wouldn’t crumble immediately. He took another step closer, making you back up and effectively pinning you between him and the door. “What happened? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me what I did wrong?” Hysteria seeping into his speech, his voice on the edge of a whine.

You were forced to look back at him now. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Shua…” you trailed off softly, unshed tears now starting to brim in your eyes. 

“Then why have you been avoiding me? I feel like I lost the most important thing in the world and I have no idea why,” he said, pulling away from you now and sitting on the edge of the counter. His eyes also now showing tears as he told you how horrible it felt.

You sighed and mumbled, “I was jealous.” 

“What?” He asked, not able to hear your words. 

“I said, I was jealous,” you said, a bit louder this time.

“Why would you be jealous?” There was a hint of surprise evident in his tone. 

“Because you were getting back with that girl,” you responded, emphasizing your displeasure. 

“And?” He continued to prod. You could tell her was growing annoyed with you answering everything but the real question. It was like pulling teeth. 

“BecauseIlikeyou,” you finally blurted, the sentence coming out as one word and you wanted nothing more than for the bathroom door to not be locked. After what felt like an eternity for silence, Joshua broke out into that adorable smile you couldn’t get enough of. 

He grabbed your hand, pulling you to him and engulfing you with his energy that was simply just him. “You don’t need to be jealous. I’m not getting back with her or anyone else for that matter,” he said with an amused chuckle. 

“Wait, why?” you asked, loving the feeling of your hands in his. 

“Because I like you too...no, it’s more than that. I love you Y/N” he admitted, dropping your hands and using his to cup your cheeks.

You looked up at those once unfamiliar eyes and knew you didn’t want to see the look of pure love in anyone else’s. 

And then you kissed him. He kissed you back as the bathroom melted away and all you saw was Joshua. You didn’t know how, but the girl with the grey eyes and the boy with the rainbow ones had found the rare natural love. 

He broke away for a moment and said, “you think your friend will let us out of the bathroom now?” You giggled, throwing your arms around Joshua’s neck and pressing your lips against his once more.

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