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The sound of a door opening caused your hand to fly up towards your mouth, clasping down over it. The other pushed on the head and arms, in alternation, that had been attached to your lower half for about fifteen minutes now. Your boyfriend hadn’t even gotten the rest of your clothes off before he was holding you in place, tongue fucking you into submission. 

Reality hit again, “Fuck, Yunho—wait, someone—I think someone,” You were cut off by a particularly powerful suck of your clit, almost as his way of telling you to shut the fuck up. Your head lulled back into the pillow, focusing on him for only a moment. You were trying so hard to suppress the moans he drew out of you with the circles and kisses and licks against your cunt. But, there was no doubt he was skillful. 

He didn’t care if someone walked in though; his roommates or friends or, God forbid, his family. He didn’t care, but you did. And that’s why you bit your lip, using both hands to try and pry him away from you. 

“P-please I’m gonna—I can’t,” You felt a bubbling sensation within your lower stomach, all the pleasure finally adding up. This is what he wanted from you and he was going to get it. 

He pulled you closer to his face, legs fully pressed into the creases of his arms, which caged you against his lips. He grabbed both of your wrists with his hands, locking them down. He made you stop moving, and took away your fail-safe noise control all at once. 

“Yunho…” You practically sobbed under your breath, eyes shifting to the door. What a compromising position you’d have to explain. What an embarrassing memory you’d have to suppress. You didn’t want whoever it was to see you differently, however, your boyfriend was the only one to actually see you like this. “Don-don’t make me,” 

But it was the desperate, lovesick look in his eyes that made you want the opposite when your head shifted back. It was the slight panting, and grinding hips that made you want to come undone for him. And at this rate, it seemed inevitable over your willpower. 

Nobody’s ever wanted you this bad, and frankly the thought of being caught was kind of hot. 

Your back arched against his hold suddenly, mouth threatening to fall open; the moans and whines cascading with it. Your orgasm was strong, stronger than usual, and it spasmed every muscle in your body. Your head was fuzzy, and it felt like the world was about to go dark. 

And when you came to, you barely recognized what happened. Not only did he almost get you to pass out from the intensity, but you squirted against his chin and neck as well. 

Panic set in, and you looked around through the white-dots that scattered your vision, frantically in search of whoever could’ve walked in—oh, what an even more embarrassing sight for them to see. You didn’t even care about your soaked boyfriend who was kissing your thighs, trying to calm you down. 

“Angel,” He said, trying to gather your attention, “Look at me.” 

Those familiar words awoke something primal in you, and you did as you were told. He crawled up your body, leaving kisses against the skin he could get to underneath the hoodie that had ridden up. He finally let your arms free in the process, palms coming to rest against your blushing cheeks. 

“Stop worrying,” He kissed your lips, a mix of yourself on his taste, “The door’s locked.” 

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DRUNK DAZED - park sunghoon x reader

✦ genre: romance

✦ pairing: park sunghoon as your roommate who you have a crush on

✦ word count: 1, 426

✦ warning: suggestive and mentions of drinking

✦ summary: taking care of your drunk roommate turned into something else

You paused your kdrama as you heard the doorbell ring late at night. You frowned, wondering who could be at the door this late at night, turning the TV off before getting up from the couch.

You walked to the door and opened the door cautiously just to see Jake, Sunghoon's best friend, with a very drunk looking Sunghoon clinging onto him.

"Hey Jake," You greeted, noticing the unsteady state of Sunghoon. You took in his flushed state as he could barely stand without Jake supporting him.

"We had a bit too much to drink and Sunghoon...well, he's pretty out of it so I came to drop this guy off,” Jake smiled, gripping onto Sunghoon's waist, trying to keep him upright.

"I can see that,” You chuckled lightly and stepped forward to help support Sunghoon, who was swaying a bit on his feet. "Here, let me take him to his room. Thanks for bringing him back, Jake.” Jake nodded, a bit relieved.

"No problem," he said, "I just hope he doesn't cause too much trouble." You smiled as you led Sunghoon to his room as he stumbled.

You were used to taking care of your roommates when they were drunk, but there was something about taking care of Sunghoon that felt a bit different.

Once you guys reached his room, you gently eased him onto his bed. He immediately flopped backwards, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed expression on his face.

You stood there for a moment, taking in his dishevelled appearance and the way his eyes, usually so reserved and shy, were now clouded with the effects of alcohol.

"You really went overboard with it tonight, huh?," You said, a hint of amusement in your voice, ruffling his hair a bit.

Sunghoon let out a lazy grumble, not quite able to form words. He closed his eyes for a moment, and you took the opportunity to brush the hair out of his face. You couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked, even in his current dishevelled state.

You held out a glass of water, hoping it would help sober him up a bit. "Here, drink some water," you helped him sit up gently. But instead of taking the glass, he just stared at you, his gaze a bit dazed. He took the glass from your hand and placed it on the nightstand and suddenly reached out, his hand finding its way around your waist.

With a swift movement, he pulled you onto his lap. You were caught off guard by the sudden movement, your breath hitching as you found yourself straddling him on the bed. His grip on your waist was firm, and you could feel the warmth of his chest against you.

"S-Sunghoon," You stammered, your cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. "What are you doing?”

He looked up at you, his gaze slightly less hazy than before. He was still quite groggy, but there was a hint of awareness in his eyes now, and what seemed like a sly smile appeared on his face. You were caught off guard by the unexpected action, your face heating up in response.

You had never seen him act this way as he was always shy and reserved, so now you were shocked at how comfortable he seemed to be with you. His smile widened, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you realized that you were in a very compromising position. This dude was drunk and clearly had other plans than to sleep it off.

Your mind raced, trying to process what was happening. You were always attracted to Sunghoon, but never in a million years did you expect him to be this forward, especially in his current state.

His hand moved to cup your chin, gently tilting your face upwards, to meet his gaze. "You're so pretty," he mumbled, the words slurring slightly as they left his lips. He gently traced your bottom lip with his thumb.

"You're drunk," You managed to say, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to stop freaking out internally.

"Maybe," he admitted, "But that doesn't mean I can't appreciate your beauty, right?,” You felt like your heart was gonna break out of your ribcage as it was beating so fast.

You swallowed hard, your cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. You looked around to find something to divert his attention when you saw that glass of water.

"You should really drink the water," You offered, trying to get out of his lap, but he tightened his grip around your waist. You had never seen this side of him before.

"Later," he mumbled, his focus solely on you. His eyes flickered down to your lips,"I'd rather have you right now.”

He closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against yours teasingly. Your mind went blank, all thoughts dissolving as he grabbed your cheeks, and the kiss deepened. His hands roamed over your back and waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you two. His tongue traced your bottom lip, seeking entry. He took advantage of your parted lips, gently pushing his tongue into your mouth, his tongue exploring more.

“You taste even better than I imagined," He murmured as he pulled away, his fingers tracing your lips with his finger as your brain tried to process what just happened.

“He imagined what I might taste like?,” You thought, your brain almost short circuiting and your body still on fire due to the heat of the moment.

You had given away your very first kiss to your very drunk roommate who would probably regret everything in the morning and move to a different planet just so he doesn't have to face you.

You were brought out of your stance as you felt Sunghoon bury his head in the crook of your neck, placing light kisses on the skin.

You were so torn between the thrill of the moment and the guilt that was starting to surface. You knew you shouldn't be doing this, not when he was drunk and was making decisions he might regret. But the way he was looking at you, you couldn't bring yourself to push him off.

"Sunghoon, We shouldn't... you're drunk," You whispered, with a hesitant tone.

"I'm not that drunk," He murmured, pulling away from your neck and placing a small peck on your lips.

“You'll regret this in the morning,” You brushed his hair out of his face.

“I won't…please let me have you…,” He tugged on the hem of your shirt, wanting it off, looking at you for permission.

“It'll be like taking advantage of you...I can't do that,” You pushed his hand away.

"Please... you're not taking advantage of me... I'm perfectly in my senses.. I know exactly what I'm doing and I want you. I wanted to do this for so long,” Your eyes widened in shock upon hearing his words as you immediately got off of his lap, your cheeks flushing as red as a tomato.

“No, you're not.You should go to sleep,” You mumbled as he smiled lazily, looking at your flustered reaction, reaching out to grab your wrist again.

“No no no no, you're going to bed,” You said, gently pushing him back on the bed so he would lie down.

“Oh, come on now,” He pulled you closer to him, grabbing your wrist as you hovered over him, staring at his perfect face.

You stared at him for a bit before your eyes fell on his plush looking lips. His lips were so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath hit your skin. He rejoiced internally as he watched you stare at him.

“He is drunk,” You thought as you looked at his flushed state before removing his hand from your wrist and pulling the blanket over him, making him sulk in disappointment.

"But I don't want to go to bed... I want you,” He was almost on the verge of throwing a tantrum.

You gave him one last peck on his forehead before tucking him in like you planned before and quickly leaving the room, much to his disappointment.

He groaned softly, tossing and turning in his bed, trying to force himself to sleep, but the memory of your kiss still lingered in his mind. He stared at the door, frustrated that he couldn't have more, and resigned himself to a long, restless night.

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[17:07] | enhypen park sunghoon

Sunghoon grunts at the reminder of your true visit, yet still makes love to your collarbones to cherish every second with you. “Not yet…” he pleads that time will go slower. 

pairing » enhypen park sunghoon x fem!reader

trope/au » established relationship au, (not so) secret relationship au, non-idol au

genre » fluffy fluff with slight suggestive themes (nothing like this), lovesick and cute sunghoon, boyfriend sunghoon, reader helping with sunghoon's sister's dinner dance prep!

word count; estimated reading time » 1293; ~5 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » getting caught during making out by sunghoon's sister, kissing on lower abdomen/body, sunghoon lifts reader, reader implied to be smaller than sunghoon

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You don't usually knock on the Park’s residence house since Sunghoon would usually open it for you as per his invite, or help you sneak in through the side window. But today is a bit different since today is Serin’s dinner dance at her school, and she asked you for help with makeup and outfits. In a heartbeat, you agreed, especially since the event has been a special one for you since the day Sunghoon asked you to be his.

Sunghoon knows about you coming over to help his sister, but knowing that your visit today isn't for him puts a frown on his face. His relationship with you is still private, which is something that you both want at the current moment. But after a year of dating, he can't wait to formally introduce his once best friend to his family who is already very fond of you. 

“Thank you so much for coming!” The door opens to reveal the younger girl. “Come in!”

You chuckle at her excited nature. You know Serin has been a delightful one since a long time ago, and you're glad to be part of a wonderful event for her. A few steps into the house, you see Sunghoon by the couch, resting his chin on his arm as he pouts at you. 

“Hey,” you greet him casually, sneaking in a wink behind Serin.

Sunghoon rolls his eyes away playfully, turning around to the television as he sulks and sinks into the couch. 

“Oppa! Don't be rude!” Serin defends you. “But whatever, guess I'll have her to myself.”

If it was anyone other than his beloved sister saying those words, Sunghoon would cling to your side, sweep you off your feet and claim your lips with his. “Whatever,” Sunghoon dismisses her with a hand wave. 

Upstairs, Serin had all her makeup and dress options ready for your second opinion. It wasn't long until you chose the one you thought suited her the best, helping her change and adjusting it to fit nicely on her body. Just as so, it didn't take long until your numerous hair and makeup suggestions were chosen by her. 

“You're gonna be the prettiest girl in the room,” you blend the pink blush across her cheeks. 

“Of course, I am. You're the one giving me the makeup after all,” you chuckle at her words, adding the finishing touches and setting spray onto her face. “Don't tell Sunghoon this, but I'm going with a date.”

You gasp at the information. “Really?! That's so cute! Let me see a picture!”

Serin skips over to make sure the bedroom door is locked before sitting on the edge of her bed, patting the empty space beside her for you. The younger swipes through the many pictures in her gallery, recounting the main parts of that day spent together. 

You know what it feels like to be attracted to someone. To like someone, and ultimately, to be head over heels in love with someone. Looking through the pictures of her and her partner for the dance, you could tell that it wasn't puppy love or a short-lived crush. How'd you know? Her eyes sparkle with minimal lighting as they cuddle in the picture tells you everything her heart feels.

“Don't tell Sunghoon please,” a pout overtakes her face. “You know how protective he is, and I promise I will tell him soon.”

You squint your eyes in suspicion, humming in contemplation. The younger pleads once more, a pinky out hanging in the air, waiting for yours. In the end, you gave in, knowing well that you weren't going to not agree from the start. You understand where she's coming from since your brother is the same as well.

“Alright, go get the rest of your things ready!” You nudged your shoulder against hers and excused yourself from her room. 

As soon as the door clicks securely shut, your fingertips on the metal knob don't even get a chance to properly let go when they're replaced with warmth instead. A hand grasps the side of your waist, pulling you next door where the meaning behind another click of this door differs greatly. 

You yelp at the soft tug, a hand protecting the back of your head when your body hits the door. The room is barely lit, only the moon and the street lights shining through from the still-opened curtains beside you giving the luminance enough for you to face your blushing boyfriend. 

Sunghoon sighs deeply with how he manages to finally have alone time with you successfully without getting caught. His lips finally attach to yours, drowning out the giggling and pleasurable moaning slipping out from the both of you. Your eyelids flutter shut, brushing against his skin gently as he shudders at the way your nose nudges his as you kiss him feverishly. As the situation escalates, the hood around his head falls, giving your hand access to his beautiful locks.

The grip on the side of your body tightens only slightly as your boyfriend pulls you closer to his chest that your hands rest on. Sunghoon leaves your lips, travelling to your ears to huskily whisper, “Hi baby girl,” he kisses your ear after, kissing along your jawline and neck as you gasp at him.

“H-Hoon-” you hiss at the pressure he puts on a sensitive part of your neck, messing and tugging on his hair. “Your sister is going to be ready at any time now.”

Sunghoon grunts at the reminder of your true visit, yet still makes love to your collarbones to cherish every second with you. “Not yet…” he pleads that time will go slower. 

The hand behind your head joins the other side of your body, slithering down to the back of your thighs as Sunghoon kneels, continuing to trail his kisses to your clothed stomach. With a swift motion, he carries you by your thighs, standing up and walking towards his bed. He never spared a moment where his lips didn't touch your heated body. There was no time for your heart to calm its racing pace, the adrenaline of staying quiet hitting you both. 

Now seated on his bed with you straddling his built thighs, you take this moment to fully open your eyes, seeing the white light shine upon his red cheeks. His palm cups the apple of your cheeks, foreheads resting as you catch your breaths. 

“Can't get enough of you,” he mutters. “I just want and need you all the time…”

Sunghoon is cute when he's lovesick like this, your cheeks instantly heating more than before at his confession. You hum, “I love you, Hoon.”

“I love you much more.”

His orbs sparkle upon yours sincerely for a second until his open lips come closer to claim yours again. You're millimetres apart when the door opens unexpectedly behind you. Your body reacts first, jumping away from Sunghoon, pushing him flat onto the bed as you pull your clothes to straighten the creases of the makeout. 

Serin covers her eyes even if you both are detached, the split second burning into her memory. “I knew you guys were together, but I didn't know it was getting spicy here!”

Sunghoon’s body springs up from the mattress, “You knew yet you still came in?!”

“Wait, that's what you're worried about?!” you exclaim with wide eyes at your boyfriend. “You knew all this time?!” Questioning the grinning sister at the door.

“I know I just kind of exposed you, but don't expose me!” Serin shouts as she retreats to a safer part of the house.

“What does that mean?!” The clueless brother runs out to interrogate his sibling while you're left dumbfounded at what just happened in the last few seconds. 

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your boyfriend, donghyuck, learned your 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

(⏱️)이동혁 x f!rea. ⟡ one shot, fluff, est. relationship warn. language, kiss wc1119THOU 노트 this is 100% self-indulgent

Your head cocked, a slight giggle meeting your ears. It wasn’t unlikely that your boyfriend laughed—he did it all the time in fact. However, he kept giggling to himself every couple of minutes (breaking the comfortable silence), you were starting to feel left out of the joke. 

“What’s so funny, Hyuck?” 

He hummed a moment, lifting your legs from off his lap and getting up, “Oh, nothing.”

He’d just spent the last half an hour letting you rant about your day, a couple snacks being nothing but ripped up wrappers by now, littering the top of your baby-pink blanket. 

Of course, he wasn’t laughing about what you’d just expressed. No, he was laughing at the plan he was about to enact. One he’d been cooking up throughout the entire time you’d been dating. 

He extended his hands out for you to take, “C’mon,” He instructed quietly. You jut your bottom lip out at him, soft eyes meeting his own. He found you so overwhelmingly adorable, “Baby, don’t be like that,” 

You took his hands, challenging, “Hyuck…” But before you had the chance to finish whatever thought had crossed your mind, he was pulling you up, the blanket pooling around your ankles. 

Your eyebrows creased, furthering the pout, “I was warm.” You stated simply. 

He picked it up wordlessly, wrapping it around your shoulders, “Better?” 

You shook your head, causing him to laugh again. 

Then he led you through your place, and just as you thought he was just putting your pouty-ass to bed, he veered you by the shoulders. The bathroom illuminated, your boyfriend immediately catching your eye through the mirror. His hair was slightly messy, casually, but so attractive, complimenting his features; due to this comeback, his bangs were shaggy—arguably one of your favorite looks on him. 

And don’t think you hadn’t noticed that he kept doing that weird, guilty-pleasure thing that made you swoon like a schoolgirl: ruffling his hair with his fingers or shaking it out of his eyes. Maybe it was unconscious, or maybe he’d figured you out. 

“You’re just gonna stare?” 

You huffed when he broke your concentration, the feeling of a brush being gently pushed into your hair. He de-tangled it from bottom to top, and you wondered who taught him that. 

“Why do you look so confused?” 

“You got another bitch?” You audaciously accused, “Who taught you how to brush hair like this?” 

His laughter continued, “I have a sister,” He said, now being able to fully run the bristles down your hair without it getting caught. “And, a hair stylist.” 

You hummed a moment, squinting your eyes at him through the glass. However, your mock-accusation was short lived when you caught a glimpse of the way his toned arms flexed, his slightly oversized black-tee only adding to the allure. 

God, when’d you become so down bad? Usually it was the other way around—Donghyuck praising the very ground you walked on. Usually he was the one obsessed, but there was something about his gentle, yet confident mannerisms today. His domestic actions and attentiveness. The way he wasn’t saying you needed to feel better, but was trying his hardest to make it happen. 

Actually, he always did that. Failure to notice or comfortable complacency? 

You turned, the brush comically still in the air like you hadn’t. “What’s up?” He asked, confused, “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry,” 

There was never any doubt that he loved you like the sun loves the moon, however, now you were sure. 

“No,” You assured, “You didn’t.” 

“Okay good, I really wasn’t trying to make your day wor—“ 

The words died on his tongue when your lips met his suddenly. That wasn’t like you—always cautiously calculating your every move. 

But, Donghyuck wasn’t like you at all. And, maybe that’s why it worked, because two polar magnets can’t connect. 

You heard the brush clatter to the counter behind you, fingers gripping through the blanket against your waist. He pulled you close, close enough to become one in another universe (maybe you’d like to crawl into his skin, be the very blood in his veins). 

The air wasn’t moving when you broke apart, eyes fluttering open. You’d seen him this close before, but your cheeks still tinted pink every time. “Sorry,” You whispered against him, mouths only centimeters apart still, “I don’t know why I—“

“Shut up,” A smile creased his features, and he pecked your lips again, and then your cheek, and the other one, and the side of your mouth and anything else he could reach from that proximity until you were clawing your hands at his chest, giggling. 

“I love you,” 

No shit. “I know.”

You tried to push him away, a little embarrassed at all the skinship. You didn’t do things that were too much but you did enough because that’s how your boyfriend shows love. But Donghyuck wasn’t like you in that sense; he liked over-the-top displays of affection, or so you liked to think. On the other hand, maybe it was exactly what you actually needed. 

But somewhere down the line, he met you in the middle. He kissed you absentmindedly still, reassuring you a billion times that the heart behind his ribcage was for you and only you. He listened to your worries and irritations, remembering fine details, places and peoples names. He held the door and your hand. Arms a sturdy safety-net. He reminded you he was always there by standing behind you with his head on your shoulder, arms around your waist. He changed, but only because you had as well—opening up to him slowly. 

His knees buckled the first time you rested your legs over his lap, or head on his shoulder, or hand on his leg. He swears he could’ve died when you sat by him while he played his PC games, reading quietly on your iPad, sharing your hobbies. You made him coffee in the morning, and always asked if he wanted something from the store. You even slept with your head on his chest sometimes, listening to the constant rhythm of him. It was the little things, the things you’d do without overthinking. 

And through it all, he’d finally figured you out. You weren’t complicated, you had just never been taught what love was supposed to feel like. Luckily for you, he was a great teacher. 

“Say it back.” Unfortunately (or not) he trapped you between him and the countertop. 

Donghyuck didn’t need to hear it often from you, he really didn’t, he knew you loved him. He knew he was the only one in your heart, as you were his. But sometimes a man’s gotta be selfish. 

And, in actuality, he loved talking in your love language. 

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WINTER NIGHT SERADE - C.SAN

synopsis. being able to meet with your childhood best friend after years of being apart melts your heart. and san definitely changed but he looked even more beautiful then before.

pairing. san x female!reader | tags. yea no idea it's just slice of life ig? | genre. fluff | wc. tbc | masterlist | @starlit-network @illusionnet @newworldnet @k-labels

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winter wrapped its icy fingers around the city, frosting windows and softening the world with a blanket of white. it was the kind of evening you’d always dreamed about—silent streets, snow gently falling from the heavens and the warm glow of streetlights casting halos on the ground. you tugged your coat tighter around you, your breath puffing out in tiny clouds as you waited in front of a tiny bookshop. san was late. again. you didn’t mind, not really. san always had a way of making every moment with him feel worth the wait. still, as you stamped your feet to fight off the cold, you were starting to question whether you should just head inside. “over here!” you turned toward the sound of the yell and there he was—san, bundled up in a thick scarf and coat, his cheeks pink from the cold. he was jogging toward you, a sheepish grin on his face. “i know, i know,” he said as he reached you, slightly out of breath. “i'm late. but I come bearing gifts.” he held up a small, steaming thermos. “hot chocolate. peace offering?” you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “you're lucky i like hot chocolate. and you.” san's grin widened, his dimples showing. god, his dimples has that way that always made your heart feel too big for your chest. “well, you’re lucky i like you enough to brave this cold,” he teased, offering you the thermos.

the two of you walked together through the quiet streets, sipping the hot chocolate and sharing stories about your week. san had a way of making even the smallest things feel exciting. he told you about a dance routine he was working on, complete with exaggerated reenactments that had you laughing so hard you spilled a little of the hot chocolate on your gloves. “okay, okay, i'll stop,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “but you have to admit, i'm pretty good at making you laugh." “maybe,” you replied, feigning nonchalance. “but only because you’re ridiculous.” he gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if you’d wounded him. “ridiculous? me? i'll have you know, i'm nothing short of charming.” you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.

eventually, you reached the park, its snow-covered paths glistening in the moonlight. the world felt impossibly still, as if it belonged only to the two of you in that moment. san stopped walking and turned to face you, a serious expression softening his usually playful features. “hey,” he said quietly, his voice a warm contrast to the cold air. “can I show you something?" you nodded, curious. san dropped his bag to the ground and pulled out a small speaker. he fiddled with it for a moment before music began to play—a soft, instrumental melody that seemed to blend perfectly with the snowy landscape. then, he held out his hand to you. “may I have this dance?” you blinked at him, taken aback. “here? in the snow?” “why not?” his dimples returned, bright and cute. “the world feels like a fairytale right now and you’re the main character. it'd be a shame not to make the most of it.” your cheeks warmed, though you weren’t sure if it was from the cold or his words. hesitantly, you placed your hand in his and he pulled you close.

the two of you swayed together in the snow, his arms wrapped around you as the music played on. neither of you spoke, but it didn’t matter. the silence was comfortable, filled with unspoken words and the steady rhythm of your hearts. when the song ended, san didn’t let go. instead, he rested his forehead against yours, his dark eyes searching yours. “you know,” he said softly, his voice almost lost in the wind, “i think i'm going to remember this night forever.” you smiled, your breath mingling with his in the frosty air. “me too.” for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. just you, san and the snow falling around you—a perfect snapshot of happiness. and in that moment, you knew that wherever life took you as long as san was there, it would always feel like home.

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( 一月 ). ──who knew putting on face masks with your boyfriend, chenle, would lead you here? spoiler: he did. 钟辰乐 &fem!rea. ⟡ drabble, smut warn. language, dry humping, skinship wc : 649HUN ++( 𝑒𝓈𝓉. 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 )

노트 zhong chenle save me

You readjusted on your boyfriend’s lap, straddling his hips. He had his back to the headboard, staring up at you with an exposed neck.

The sight was familiar, however the circumstances were quite…the opposite.

“Stay still,” You commanded, aligning the holes in the slimy mask with his eyes and mouth. He let out a breathy laugh, hands squeezing the flesh of your hips.

“It’s kind of hard when you’re sitting on me,” He replied, smoothing his hands over your bare legs, sending a shiver down your spine. “Especially, when you’re in nothing but my hoodie.”

He furthered his hands over your thighs, tempting you with the pleasure you’d usually be feeling while atop him.

“Shut up,” You replied, “Just let me finish putting this on and I’ll get off.”

However, he didn’t want you to get off. It was a dangerous game he was playing, one that had you rather distracted.

“I wish I could kiss you,” He remarked, dragging his fingers over your stomach and up your sides casually. “But, you wanted this.” He was referring to the cutely-printed sheet against his skin.

Your breath was shortening with every fleeting touch, ones that he knew made you crave more. The beating in your chest was loud and you wondered if he could hear it, or feel it somewhere else.

“Chenle,” You warned, flattening the bumps and creases in the material; the glide easy with all the excess serum. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” He asked innocently, your hands falling around his neck. You deadpanned through your own animal-print. “I’m not doing anything.”

Your boyfriend looked quite adorable with the tiger sheet mask on, which you had recently bought and had been keeping in the fridge for self care night (plus Chenle). So, why were you so turned on?

“Fifteen minutes,” And then, from zero to a hundred—like the wind was getting knocked out of you—one particularly hard pull had your eyes rolling back and your sentence being cut short.

Your stomach was in knots instantly, head leveling again from being thrown back. There was a shit-eating grin on his face. He was winning the game he started, that was for certain.

Chenle did it again, pushing your hips against his lap and making you moan out softly. “Le…please,”

You could feel everything: How hard he was getting, how wet you were getting, how suffocating this stupid face mask was starting to feel.

Relaxing, my ass.

His voice had a mock-softness to it, “Please what, baby?”

However, you didn’t give in, “Set a timer.”

He rocked you forward again, and then back, and then repeated it until you were moving at a steady rhythm. His fingers dug into the skin of your ass, guiding the movements easily.

Chenle completely ignored your request, too caught up in the way you started to leave a wet patch against the gray fabric. He could feel it, so he knew you could too.

It was too much, he groaned at the sight. “Fuck,”

You huffed, biting your lip raw. A whimper escaped your throat at the small noises he was also trying to conceal. But, you both were just as bad as the other.

“Chenle,” You whispered, not being able to force anything higher out. The feeling of your clit being stimulated by the fabric of your panties against his sweats was enough for you. And, maybe it was all the tension he built that had you toppling to the edge early—not that he minded.

“Yeah, baby? You close?” He smirked, knowing that the grip you had against him was a telltale sign of yours, “You can come. Go ahead.”

And you really did, his (your forced) movements continuing after your thighs attempted to close around his hips. Obviously, to no avail.

Your hands pressed against his chest, lower stomach, arms, anything to get him to stop dragging you back and forth like a ragdoll.

“Too much,” You mewled at the overstimulation, “S-stop it.”

“No,” He simply said, “There’s still about twelve minutes left.”

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( 一月 ). ──you and jake used to do this often but, now that you can’t, the tension was running high 심재윤 &fem!rea. ⟡ oneshot, smut warn. language, unprotected sex, recording, dirty talk wc : 2038THOU ++( 𝑒𝓈𝓉. 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 )

노트 @hoonven come back to me I finally finished this

“Here you go, miss.” You took the key from the clerk's outstretched hand, closing your fingers around the cool metal. You non-verbally thanked him, keeping your head relatively leveled; but not enough to directly make eye contact. It’s not because you wanted to seem rude, you just weren’t supposed to be here at all. 

Your boyfriend had called you over about fifteen minutes ago, after a dreadful award show neither of you wanted to go to, but you hadn’t seen him for months prior to them accepting the trophy. One glance and all the memories from before he left crossed your mind: the heat, the hands, the clothes scattered everywhere but your bodies. You missed him more than just a little bit, and the late-night phone calls, and secret pictures weren’t enough to tide you over anymore. 

He wore that stupid tuxedo that he knew you liked. The same one you’d practically ripped off the last time you met him in a hotel. And you wore that stupidly short black dress you knew he couldn't resist. 

He eyed you all night like a wild animal ready to pounce. You didn’t have to wait long for the text. Actually, it took about 30 minutes less than you planned. It was too bad you couldn't follow him around anymore, meddling about in various hotels under different names. 

The anticipation rose as you walked the dimly lit hallways, flashes of skin on skin behind your eyelids making you dizzy. Oh, how you’ve longed to smell his cologne and feel his hands all over you. How you’ve craved the attention only he could give you. You wanted it…bad. You weren’t convinced you’d feel alive until he was there, in front of your face, whispering stupidly intoxicating things. 

Then he was. 

“Babe,” Your heart skipped a couple beats when his hand gripped your wrist, pulling you into the dark room with him. “Are you actually a vampire? Why are the lights off?” 

“Fuck,” His hands were caressing your waist in an instant, dragging the fabric along with every pull and push. “Do you know what you do to me? I missed you so bad.”

“Evidently,” You laughed, arms locking behind his head and bringing him closer to your face, “You didn’t even change. Impatient, much?”

A smirk formed on his face, “Why would I when I know what it does to you?” He was cocky…and horny. A deadly combination when it came to Jake. You would know. However, you weren’t exactly dry right now but, you’ve always been able to hide it better than him. Or so you liked to think.

“Oh?” You breathed out, placing a hand on his chest. Your breaths mixed with the lust in the air, the eye contact nothing short of tempting. “Why exactly do you think I kept this on?” He was about to lean in and close the distance when you pushed, the back of his knees colliding with the edge of the bed and making him sit. You wasted no time climbing onto his lap, silently dragging the fabric up to expose more of your legs—arguably one of his top three favorite features on you. 

He huffed, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs. Your hand reached between the two of you, coming in contact with his slacks, “‘Cause I know exactly how hard it makes you,” You pushed down, not hard enough to hurt him, but to elicit a groan from him. 

He never broke your sight, staring up at you with those wide eyes that gave nothing to the imagination. You could read him as well as he could you. And you knew your little powertrip was only lasting so long before he had you at his mercy, spread out on the sheets of this hotel room bed. 

You, truthfully, hoped he’d take over soon. 

“Couldn’t take my eyes off you all night. Kept imagining all the things I needed to do to you.” 

Your head cocked, “Needed?” 

“Need you, babe.” He reaffirmed, grabbing under your thighs to hoist you up along with him as he got to his feet. “Think about you all the time…how pretty you sound under me. How much you come around me. Everything about—fuck—I just missed you so much, y/n. This fucking tour has kept me away from you for long enough, don’t you think?” 

You practically whimpered in response, taking in every word he’d just said to you. Maybe you weren’t actually so good at hiding it. 

But you were no one else’s, and happy about it, that was for sure. 

“Jake?” Your soft eyes met his and he hummed, letting the tension be cast aside for the moment, “I love you.” 

A smile spread across his whole face, “I love you too, baby.” 

Before you finally pressed your lips together, you spat out a quick, “Record it.” under your breath, which he swears almost made his knees buckle. 

And then it's like the dam had broken, all the still air in the room finally moving as he kissed you back forcefully—a little bit desperately—a mix of teeth and tongue and lack of shame. 

You were back on the bed quickly, this time the roles reversed, you on your back fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, the suit jacket discarded the moment you hit the sheets. His toned body was finally revealed, a relieved breath leaving your nose. You missed seeing him so primally raw.  

It was a little comical how fast he broke away and stumbled to set his phone up, you holding it in his view with a curious glint in your eyes. After you’d dragged it out of his back pocket. He almost tripped over the carpeting, obviously excited, causing you to finally laugh. 

You watched, balanced on your elbows. His back muscles were on full display, and pants unbuttoned as he made sure the angle was perfect. 

Once satisfied, he turned back to you, a shit-eating smirk on his face. He admired how perfect you looked, and how much better it would be once you were finally out of that dress that hugged every part of your body perfectly. “You’re gonna be the death of me, by the way.” 

You huffed, “I'd hope so.” 

He grumbled softly, throwing his head back in disbelief just before he joined you on the bed—on top of you—body to body. “You’re so stunning, I can’t believe I’ve been using anything but you for months.” He was spitting out whatever came to mind, grabbing the edge of the dress to pull it over your head, “Wasn’t the same…isn’t the same…” Until you were left in nothing but a lacy pair of black panties. 

You smiled, ushering him onto you, “Well, now you have something to remember me by,” His body was pressed to yours in an instant, kissing along your exposed top half and up to your jaw. “Don’t forget.”

“Hard to,” Jake groaned into your skin as you lifted your hips to meet his rhythmically. 

In record time he was out of his clothes, dragging the last piece of clothing blocking you from him down your legs. 

He kissed your thighs, almost patiently, like he was trying to make you beg for it. “As much as I’d love to eat this pussy right now, I’ve gotta be inside you.” Evidently, though, the one begging for it wasn’t you. “I’ll just eat you out after I’ve come in you, and in the shower and—I don’t know,” He was mumbling the last bit against your skin. And, though he was trying to be hot, you laughed again—his lips the only scorching thing at the moment. You hoped he’d watch the video back and hear how down-bad he was for you in actuality, you wanted him to know that you had him just as wrapped around your fingers as he did you. 

Then, you were gripping his hair, tugging him up to face you. “Hurry up then, Jake.” 

Your boyfriend did not have to be told twice. He was hiking your legs up to your chest in an instant, holding you folded together by the back of your thighs, your hands coming up to assist, resting under your knees. 

Jake felt his stomach twist with not only anticipation but fondness. He thought you looked beautiful put-together and vanilla scented but, he definitely thought you were the most beautiful all messy and desperate for him; crying out his name, and racking your nails across his shoulder blades. He thought you looked so beyond heaven-sent in whatever form you decided to present him with that day: sick and sleepless, full-face and dressed up, anger-ridden within his hoodie—whatever it was, he adored you to no end. And, that’s why the last tour (time away) has been particularly difficult. 

Your eyes rolled back at the first, long-awaited, stretch of him sliding into you. “Look,” He demanded, “Watch how well you take it, baby.” 

You squeezed your legs tighter, “J-Jake,” 

He spoke over you, “Even after all this time, you’re still made for me, angel. Such a perfect, fuck, everything.” 

He bottomed out quickly, skin to skin, and waited for you to say something…anything. But, honestly, he just needed a moment to calm down before he came within record speed. 

One of his hands left your leg, coming to softly lay against your cheek. He swiped his thumb sweetly over it, catching your hazy gaze. He could do a whole 180; reminding you of how tight you felt around him and how much of slut you were for letting him do such filthy things to you, or he’d remind you through cotton-candy words about how much he loved you and how perfect you were in every aspect. 

You wondered what you were going to get. 

“Angel,” He hummed, moving his hand swiftly to the back of your head and tangling into your hair tightly. He jolted it up, a loud squeak leaving your lips at the action. “I told you to look.” 

Your eyes opened weakly, catching his gaze for a second before traveling between your intertwined bodies. You didn’t have to see him fully inside you to know he was. Was he stupid? You definitely could feel it. 

What was he trying to accomplish? 

“Tell me how much you need it, tell me how much you needed—missed me, baby,” And, then he revealed his whole plan, “Say it loud for the camera.” 

He pulled out almost all the way before slamming his hips back into yours. You groaned, fighting his grip to lul your head back into the pillow. 

He set a steady—harsh—pace. “You were just talking so much, what happened?” 

You whined, letting go of the leg he did moments before and grabbing his wrist behind your head. Said leg fell beside his hip, which he didn’t notice, or frankly care about at the moment. 

“Go ahead, baby, tell me.” 

All thoughts died within your head when he let your other leg go, moving his hand to thumb over your clit steadily. 

You honestly didn’t know how he was so composed. But, you guess, Jake never has been one to not be in control when he was the one in control. 

“I-I missed you so much,” Your eyes closed, too overwhelmed to be able to do multiple things at once, “Nothing was the same…those stupid phone calls. The-they made it worse,” 

“Good girl,” 

“Needed you so bad it hurt.” 

He let your head fall back, unraveling your hair from his fingers. “Well, I’m here now.” He whispered against your jaw as he dipped his head. Jake was messy, and his lips over your skin was no exception. “Let me feel it, y/n, please. Show me how bad you missed me.” 

He caught your lips against his when your mouth slightly parted, a breathy whine leaving it and being swallowed up by your boyfriend. His tongue was instantly inside your mouth, a mixture of teeth and saliva and (once again) lack of shame. 

He didn’t care when it was you. He could let every guard down if it meant he got to be insatiable with you. 

“Show the camera, make me remember when I’m gone.” 

But, he’d never actually forget. 

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ME OR THE PS5 - choi soobin x reader

✦ genre: fluff

✦ pairing: choi soobin as your boyfriend

✦ word count: 1,700

✦ summary: soobin apologises to you after ignoring the plans you guys had for a game

You sighed even louder, trying to get your boyfriend's attention off of his computer for the nth time. You were looking forward to having a cozy night in with your boyfriend, watching a movie together and then baking something together to have as a late night snack. But then, Beomgyu called and asked him to join a game immediately, saying that he needed backup.

Soobin kissed your forehead, promising he would be back in 30 minutes to watch the movie with you. However, as the minutes passed by, two hours had passed, and he was still glued to his computer, paying no attention to you as you sulked on the couch. You knew he loved gaming, but sometimes you wished he could at least spare some time for you.

You huffed in frustration and walked over to him, grabbing his soft cheeks in your hands, squishing them.

“Just 15 more minutes,” He said, removing your hands, his eyes glued to the screen.

"That's what you said two hours ago,” You frowned, grabbing his face again and placing small kisses on his cheeks.

Soobin looked a bit flustered by the sudden attack of kisses, but he still tried to resist. "Come on, babe, just a few more minutes. I'm in the middle of a really intense part of the game.” You continued pressing small kisses all over his face, determined to get his attention, making him look at you with a mixture of annoyance and affection.

"Babe, I really can't focus like this. Can you give me a few more minutes?,” Soobin tried to stay focused on the game, but he couldn't help but smile and blush at your affectionate display.

“That is the point,” You continued attacking his face with kisses, making him sigh, trying to look annoyed.

"You're being so clingy right now. We can watch the movie later too. Beomgyu is dying,” He rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the game as Beomgyu screamed in his ears through the headphones.

"I'm being clingy?, " You responded with a hurt look on your face and immediately stopped kissing his face, moving away a bit from him.

"Maybe I just want to spend some time with my boyfriend. You know, the one who promised he would watch a movie with me, but has been ignoring me for hours while he plays his stupid game?,” Soobin's expression softened as you stepped away from him, obviously hurt by his words.

“Babe, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that……You know what? You can start the movie. I'll be there in a bit,” He paused, looking at you with a guilty look.

"I'll finish this game and then I'll come watch the movie with you, okay?,” He reached out and gently grabbed your hand, trying to soothe you with his touch only for you to smack his hand away.

"I don't want to watch it anymore," You snapped, storming out of the room, making sure to slam the door shut on your way out before he could say anything.

Soobin's eyes widened in surprise, watching as you left the room. He suddenly felt guilty and regretful for choosing the game over you.

"Damn it,” Soobin let out a frustrated sigh and muttered under his breath, turning his focus but on to the game in front of him, but his focus was somewhere else. He knew he had messed up prioritising the game over the plans you guys had.

He finally loses the game. He didn't expect his win streak to end like this. He is upset that he didn't win the game, but what bothered him more was that you were upset with him.

He gets up from his chair and walks out of his room, walking around the house in search of you before walking towards your room.

Soobin walked over to your room and quietly opened the door, peeking inside. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of you sulking in the corner of the bed, wearing one of his shirts and cuddling the Yeongmong plushie he got you. You looked so adorable, despite the grumpy expression on your face.

He quietly walked over to the bed and sat down next to you, trying to reach for your hand to hold it only for you to pull your hand out of his grasp.

Soobin frowned and tried to reach out to hold your hand again, but you pulled it away once more. He looked at you with a pleading expression, not wanting this silent treatment.

He shuffled a bit closer to you on the bed, trying to get your attention. He reached out and gently placed his hand on your knee only for you to smack his hand away again.

"Can we talk, please?,” He asked softly, his voice gentle. He wanted to see your face and talk to you, but you were avoiding his gaze, still focused on the Yeongmong plushie in your arms.

"Hey Yeongmong-ie, do you hear something? Is it a ghost?,” You said in a fake-scared voice, completely ignoring Soobin, who was sitting right next to you.

Soobin couldn't help but chuckle at your antics. It was obvious that you were still upset with him, but he found your behaviour more cute than annoying.

"Please talk to me. I'm sorry for being a jerk and ignoring you for that stupid game. I won't do that ever again,” He scooted even closer to you, making you scoot further away from him.

"Yeongmong-ie, this house is haunted. There is an annoying ghost," You said, your voice laced with sarcasm as you side eyed Soobin. "Let's move out and leave your father behind. The ghost can play games with him, or maybe he'll ignore them too.”

Soobin couldn't help but chuckle again, finding it both adorable and annoying to watch you badmouth him to the plushie instead of acknowledging his presence.

He gently pried the plushie from your grip and tossed it onto the bed, making you glare at him before looking away from him again. He could see the mix of annoyance and hurt in your expression, but he was determined to talk to you.

Soobin let out an exasperated sigh and gently pulled you onto his lap, disregarding your weak protests. "I know I messed up, but please, don't keep ignoring me. Let me talk to you. I want to fix this, babe.”

"I can't stand it when you're mad at me. I'm sorry for being an idiot and prioritising that stupid game over you,” He refused to let you keep avoiding him, keeping a firm hold on you and making sure you couldn't look away.

He nuzzled his face into your neck and began to press soft kisses onto your neck, hoping that it'll lessen your anger a bit.

"Please... let me make it up to you," He murmured between kisses.

“I even gave you kisses,” You mumbled, trying to get his lips away from your neck. He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, finding your statement a little cute

"Oh honey..I know..I am so sorry,” He says as he rubs your cheeks with his thumbs. He continued to caress your face gently, but you still refused to look at him.

He pulled back slightly, looking at your frowning face. "Please, won't you at least look at me? I don't like it when you're mad. I said that I was sorry.”

“You called me clingy too,” You grumbled, sulking at his hurtful words.

He winced as you mentioned his earlier words, “Hey, I know, and I am sorry I said that. But you gotta understand, I was in the middle of the game, and you suddenly came in and started kissing me. I just got annoyed and said the first thing that came to mind without thinking.”

“But that is not an excuse. I shouldn't have called you clingy. I was being really mean," He said as he stared at you with a guilty look before deciding to press small kisses on your face like you did earlier with him.

"I promise I won't do it again, I'll pay attention to you first. I'll forget about the games for a while, and give you all the attention you want, please forgive me, honey,” He can see that you're no longer sulking that much but he still wants you to forgive him.

"Just tell me what you want me to do, just anything, and I'll do it. Just don't be mad at me, please. We can do whatever you want. I'll even let you bite my cheeks like you always wanted to. I'll let you poke my dimples as many times as you want, too. Please don't be mad at me anymore,” He moves back slightly so he can look at your face again.

He noticed the change in your expression, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He could see that his offers were starting to soften your anger, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

"You're smiling," He noted, his voice gentle. "Are you already starting to forgive me? Or do I have to let you poke my dimples twenty times?.”

“One hundred times and I'll consider it,” You crossed your arms across your chest as you tried not to smile at him, trying to keep the sulky facade.

He let out a soft chuckle and leaned in closer, presenting one of his dimples to you. "Alright, one hundred times it is, and then will you forgive me?.”

“And bites on each cheek,” You bargained, reaching out to poke his dimples, your touch gentle despite your earlier anger towards him. He chuckled as you counted each poke.

He let out a soft laugh, fully aware that you were just teasing him at this point. "Okay, okay, one hundred pokes and bites on each cheek. Deal.”

“If you ignore me again for your games, you won't have cheeks anymore,” You threatened as you pinched his cheeks.

“Don't worry, babe. I promise I won't ignore you for games again,” He rubbed the spot you pinched as you leaned in closer to bite his cheeks as promised.

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You were tired, it had been a long day for you so of course the only thing you could think of was getting back home, flopping yourself onto your fluffy bed, and going to bed.

And that was precisely what you were doing, making your way back home after your date with your boyfriend Beomgyu. You both had hopped into a taxi late at night and went out for dinner.

You didn't want to cook and your were worn out so you decided to text Beomgyu if he wanted to go get dinner with you so that you wouldn't have to go alone.

Truthfully, saying ‘dinner date' sounded too fancy for only going to a simple and cheap fast food restaurant. Couples made the word dinner sound too luxurious when in reality, a simple trip to subway could also be categorized as a dinner date.

This taxi luckily had a bit more privacy due to the curtain that hung between the driver and back seats, of course that would not muffle your voices but something was something.

Beomgyu leaned over to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, giving you the very needed comfort as he noticed you falling asleep.

“You're making me more sleepy than I already am-” you muttered, hearing him hold back a chuckle as he lightly played with your hair.

You looked up at your boyfriend who looked back at you, feeling your gaze become stuck on him as you were unable to pull your eyes away. He grinned.

“Am I just that hot that you can't even look away?” he teased, the smirk never fading off his face as you frowned, shaking your head rapidly while doing an ‘x’ with your fingers.

“Not at all, I just got l-”

“You just got lost in my eyes.” He interrupted, making you lean up and slap his chest, “What the heck Beomgyu?” this time he burst out laughing, making you roll your eyes.

Choi Beomgyu, never had any shame even when it came to a public setting. You were unfortunately somewhat grateful for him because if it hadn't been for his unseriousness and immature behavior you probably would've been sound asleep by now.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling his warm breath touch your hair as he lightly brushed your shoulder with his hand.

“You better not go to sleep, I'm not your personal pillow.” He scolded, to which you simply nodded.

“I'm sorry, but upon signing the contract of being my boyfriend, you agreed to all the terms and policies which includes: Being my personal pillow.” You finished, causing him to pout which made you begin chuckling, slowly feeling your voice fade as your eyes naturally shut.

He looked back at you, lifting an eyebrow upon hearing your heavy breathing and eyes gently pushed against one another. He smiled, partly chuckling in disbelief that you actually ended up falling asleep. However he knew you deserved it and it would break his heart to wake you up.

Knowing how far away your house was from here, he reminded himself of his own place which was only a couple minutes away. He also didn't have the key to your place and he didn't want to look through your personal belongings.

He leaned over to the driver seat, lightly patting the driver on the shoulder.

“Can we switch the location?”

[sxmmerberries]

Sweatshirt Snuggles - choi yeonjun x reader

✦ genre: fluff

✦ pairing: choi yeonjun as your boyfriend

✦ word count: 783

✦ summary: cuddling with your boyfriend, yeonjun, wearing his favourite panda sweatshirt to chase away your fever

“Awww, is my baby finally awake?,” Yeonjun cooed in adoration seeing you groggily waddle to him, wearing his oversized panda sweatshirt.

It was big enough to almost come up to almost your knees, and the sleeves were too long, making it seem like you were drowning in soft material.

“I thought a nap would help, but I still feel like crap,” You frowned, sitting beside him on the couch. You rubbed your eyes, feeling the soft fabric of Yeonjun's panda sweatshirt wrap around you, making Yeonjun look at you fondly.

Yeonjun couldn't help but smile at your adorably dishevelled appearance, "Someone looks cozy.”

"I am cozy. Your sweatshirt is like a warm, fluffy cloud. I feel like a real panda in it,” Yeonjun chuckled upon hearing your words as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“You look like one too with the dark circles and all,” Yeonjun teased, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair affectionately as you glared at him for his remark.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't deny the warmth and comfort the oversized sweatshirt provided. It was like being wrapped in a cozy and warm hug from him, which was strangely comforting even in this uncomfortable situation.

Yeonjun's expression shifted from amusement to concern as you let out a small sneeze. He reached out and touched your forehead, checking your temperature, his expression becoming more worried. "You're still feverish.”

“Let me go and get your medicine. You'll feel better,” He was getting up to go to the kitchen when he was stopped by you grabbing his wrist.

“Can't you just stay here with me? We can cuddle,” You looked up at him as you frowned, not wanting him to leave you. Yeonjun paused for a moment, taken aback by your response.

"Sweetheart.. you need to take medicine,” He said gently, not wanting to leave you in pain. But at the same time, you were being so cute and clingy right now, and he didn't want to leave your side either.

“I'll take them later. Let's cuddle now, please,” You patted the spot next to you impatiently so he would lay down.

"Alright, I'll stay, but when you wake up, you'll take your medicine, okay?” He sighed as he laid on the couch, pulling you closer to him so you could lay on top of him and rested your head against his chest.

He wrapped a blanket around the both of you, wanting to keep you as warm as possible.

“Are you comfortable, honey?,” He softly asked, gently running his fingers through your hair.

“It feels really warm,” You rubbed your head against him, making him want to pinch your cheeks due to your cuteness.

“Of course it's warm. It's me after all,” Yeonjun chuckled softly, his chin gently rested on the top of your head.

“No, it is the panda sweatshirt,” He raised an eyebrow as he watched you groggily slump against his chest, trying to get all the warmth you can from him. You let out a small yawn as you lifted your head up to look at him, giving him a weak smile.

“Whatever floats your boat,” He grinned as he noticed how you were slowly getting sleepy and pulled the blanket tighter around the both of you.

"Tired, huh? You can always sleep, sweetheart,” You sleepily nodded as you closed your eyes, his fingers resuming to run through your hair, gently massaging your scalp.

His eyes wandered over your face. He loved how you looked so peaceful right now, you looked so adorable that he wanted to bite your slightly flushed cheeks.

He couldn't help but notice how adorable you looked. Despite being sick, your flushed cheeks and the oversized sweatshirt covering you like a blanket was so endearing to him.

“Yeonjun?,” You sleepily mumbled, clutching the fabric of his shirt in your fist, barely conscious.

“Yes, baby?,” He softly asked, placing a small kiss on the top of your head.

“When I get better, I'll wear all of your sweatshirts,” You sleepily murmured, making him lovingly gaze down at you and chuckle at your demand.

“Of course, you can wear whatever you want,” He chuckled, giving into the temptation and pinching your cheeks. He could feel how you were nuzzling into his chest, leaning into his touch and he loved it so much.

You tiredly lifted your head up a bit to look at him and asked, “Even the one with the little froggies on it?.”

“Even the one with the little froggies on it,” He confirmed, softly smiling as he saw you let out a sleepily little “yay” before fully resting your head against his chest and slowly drifting off to sleep.

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BIG BABY - choi soobin x reader

✦ genre: fluff

✦ pairing: choi soobin as your boyfriend

✦ word count: 1, 099

✦ summary: your boyfriend, soobin, helps you get ready for bed

Soobin chuckled softly as you groggily plopped yourself onto the bed, sprawling out like a starfish, clearly exhausted from the day's activities. He leaned against the doorframe, a small amused smile dancing on his lips as he watched you.

"Looks like someone could use a good rest," He teased, his voice gentle, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the bed, watching you.

You looked up at him and rolled over to him so you could rest your head on his lap, placing his hands on your head so he could caress it. He began to gently run his fingers through your hair, caressing your head and massaging your scalp.

As he ran his fingers through your hair, Soobin looked down at you with a soft smile on his face. "You're so cute," He murmured, his voice full of affection. "What did I do in my past life to get such an adorable girlfriend?”

“You probably saved an army of bunnies,” You responded playfully, sighing in contentment at his touch, feeling the stress slowly melt away.

Soobin chuckled at your compliment as his hand moved from playing with your hair to your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek, as he spoke with a smile, “ A whole army? Well I guess it explains how cute you are.”

"You are really good at this," You said, closing your eyes in pleasure. "It's like you know exactly where all the good spots are.”

Soobin chuckled again. "You know, you're acting like a bunny being petted," He said, "You're so relaxed and happy right now. Just like a bunny getting its ears scratched.”

You let out a sigh of contentment, feeling completely relaxed under his touch. "Can you just keep doing this forever?,” You asked, your eyes still closed. "I never want to move again.”

"I could do this forever if you want," Soobin replied, his fingers continuing to massage your head. "But at some point, we're going to have to get up and let you freshen up to go to sleep”.

"Can't we just stay like this a little while longer?,” You groaned softly, not wanting to move from the comfort of his lap.

Soobin chuckled at your pleading expression, but he wasn't going to give in. "No, let's get you ready for bed," He said firmly, gently lifting your head from his lap. "You need to freshen up and get into something comfortable. Then we can come back and cuddle.”

He gently dragged you to the bathroom, much to your dismay, seating you on the edge of the bathtub. He then knelt down in front of you, taking your glasses off for you.

"Let me help you freshen up, okay?,” He reached over and turned on the faucet, testing the water temperature before turning back to you. You sat obediently on the edge of the tub as Soobin got the makeup wipes.

Soobin knelt down in front of you and took out a makeup wipe from the bathroom cabinet. He brought the wipe up to your face and began gently wiping away your makeup. He took his time, making sure to get every last trace of makeup off your face.

"Almost done," He murmured, his fingers gently brushing against your skin as he wiped the last bits off. “All done,” He smiled.

You opened your eyes, looking at Soobin, and smiled, feeling grateful for his care.

“Thank you so much, Soobie,” You looked at yourself in the mirror and saw that your face was now free of makeup, leaving your skin looking fresh and clean.

"Of course," He replied, his eyes meeting yours. "I couldn't let you go to bed with all that makeup on.”

Soobin stepped out of the bathroom and walked to the closet, returning moments later with your pajamas in hand. He approached you and handed them to you, a small smile on his face. "Here, put these on.”

You stood up from the edge of the bathtub and began to change into the pajamas, Soobin discreetly averting his gaze, turning his back to you to give you privacy.

After a few moments, you called out to him, signalling that you were dressed. He turned around to find you standing there in your pajamas, looking cute and cozy as you washed your face.

Soobin took a clean towel and motioned for you to face him, then gently began to dry your face with the towel. Once your face was dry, he reached for the moisturizer and began to apply it to your face, his fingers moving in gentle, circular motions, squishing your face every once in a while.

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh every time Soobin squished your face. "You're enjoying this a bit too much," You teased.

"Can you blame me? How can I miss an opportunity to squish these cute cheeks?,” He chuckled, a mischievous smile on his face, pinching your cheeks.

"There, all done. Now you're all set for bed,” He smiled with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Thank you, Soobin," You smiled at him, feeling refreshed and cared for.

"Anything for you," He replied, ruffling your hair. "Now let's get you into bed.”

"I feel like a real baby," You said playfully as Soobin led you back to the bed.

“You're my baby,” Soobin laughed softly, gently pulling the covers back and gesturing for you to climb into bed.

You obliged, crawling into bed and settling under the covers. Once you were comfortable, Soobin pulled the covers up to your chin and tucked you in. You pulled on his sleeves so he would lie down beside you.

"Okay, okay," He smiled as you pulled at his sleeve, clearly wanting him to lie beside you. He climbed into bed beside you, pulling you closer to him and wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I just need more cuddles," You said, snuggling closer to him, feeling his warmth as he placed a small kiss on your head. He tucked your head under his chin and began lightly stroking your hair, making you sigh in contentment.

"Someone is being like a real baby right now," He teased, massaging your scalp as he watched you snuggle closer to him.

You grumbled in response, not wanting to admit that he was right. "I'm not a baby," You protested, but the way you were snuggled against him made it seem like a lie.

“Whatever helps you sleep tonight, babe,” Soobin let out a soft laugh, his hand continuing to stroke your hair as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

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노트 your best friend fell asleep on you, then suddenly he wasn't your friend anymore

You don’t know how it happened, however you weren’t complaining. No, nothing of the sort even crossed your mind. 

All that was on your mind was how comfortable you felt despite the pins and needles in your hip. How warm you felt with arms wrapped around your waist. You could hear soft breaths taken against the silent air—your show lost on the ‘continue watching’ screen some time ago. 

You’d blinked yourself awake a couple of minutes ago, not even realizing that you’d actually fallen asleep. When you woke up, you didn’t even know what day it was anymore either, pushed into the worst brain fog. However, the dream you were having was all sunshine and rainbows, you almost regretted coming back to reality. Well, that was until you saw that your best friend, Mark, had also fallen victim to just resting his eyes. 

But then, reality hit, making your stomach drop. 

Your best friend had fallen asleep too, somehow ending up with his head pressed into your side and arms paralyzing. 

You bit your lip, feeling a little bad about reveling in such an intimate thing for friends to be doing. Of course you’d shared hugs and even held hands, Hell, it seemed he couldn’t be more than a couple inches from you sometimes, but that was always innocent. That was always because you were feeling uncomfortable, or anxious or something of the sort. 

There was never anything between the lines to read. 

Butterflies made you nauseous. You liked the feeling he instilled, but you hated that you shouldn’t actually be feeling it at all. 

Should you wake him up? You could pretend you hadn’t been staring at him for the past however long then. But, on the other hand, you could make it a thing. Afterall, It was an opportunity to make the feeling yours to hold—make him yours to hold. 

But No. No, you couldn’t. 

You were friends, nothing more and nothing less. There were never any shades of gray. No stolen glances or prolonged eye contact. There was no tension, no lingering touches or sense of fleeting time. There was nothing, and you didn’t know anymore if you could take it. 

People hadn’t even mistaken you for a couple before, and it hurt your pride a bit. 

Why couldn’t you swallow it down and ask? Too scared to lose what you already had? Circles and circles you’d been running, but not getting very far. All the destinations led back to one thing—one very, very special man. 

The man you loved. 

You groaned at the thought, head hitting the arm of the couch. And suddenly Mark was awake, very aware of the position you two were in. It was your movement of disappointment (in yourself) that stirred him, your breathing and heartbeat queuing him in. The soft plush that only a body had, making him get up faster than you thought humanly possible. 

“Oh my God,” He put his hands up like he was surrendering, “I’m sorry, I must’ve fallen asleep after you. I didn’t mean to,” 

You lifted your head through all the commotion, being met with the sight that made your heart pick up speed. He looked so adorable half-awake; hair messy, and features swollen. 

“I’m sorry.” He apologized again, “It just happened, like on an airplane when your head just—you know, drifts. You looked so peaceful, I guess I got jealous.” He tried to joke, an awkward laugh leaving his lips after the rant subsided. 

You’d sat up some time during when he was talking at you, “It’s fine,” You sighed, now regretting ruining the moment more than turning your good dream off like the show you hadn’t been comprehending. 

He was right, it was peaceful. 

Mark brought peace to your life, a sense of clarity during the worst storm you’d ever lived through. He was the rain that brought flowers, the rainbow that brought color. 

He was everything right in a left world. 

“Don’t apologize to me.” 

And just as quickly as he’d lifted from you, he was back in your space, this time soft lips against yours. Your eyes were wide when he pulled back, then his were too. 

His mouth was slightly parted, broken sounds leaving it without real substance. You assumed they’d be more apologies, so before he had the chance to gather his thoughts you leaned back in, closing the distance you thought you’d put between you two. 

Your hands found the side of his head, palms resting on his cheeks, pulling him as close as you could get. And, he didn’t protest. 

You couldn’t decide if maybe you hadn’t actually woken up, because if you were having a good dream before, then this was the best one. 

Your stomach was doing Olympic-level flips, gold medal acrobatics. But, at least, you could say the feeling was yours. 

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 📽️─────wang yixiang, aka, spending quality time with your adoring boyfriend

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Like the washed out color of stained wine, the cheeks of the man in your lap flushed red. He didn’t shy away when you pressed another kiss to his forehead, no, he only giggled through closed eyes. 

His lips had an upward turn to them, arms crossed over his chest. You did it again, pressing your lips to the space between his brows to elicit the same reaction—he just looked so damn cute. 

Yixiang has been lying in your lap as you watched a cartoon, adamant to spend his free time with you. And, after a while of scrolling through his phone his eyes had fluttered shut, soft sighs audible through his sleepy state. 

Of course, you froze, purposefully not even moving a neuron so he could dream peacefully. Afterall, He’d been working so hard, you figured that this was best for him, even if your legs fell off from the lack of circulation causing pins and needles. 

You‘d been glancing down occasionally, distracted by the slight pout on his lips. You admired the fullness and length of his lashes, slightly envious that you had to use fake ones to get near that amount of volume. 

And then, you laughed—he just looked so…fake in your lap. 

The vibrations had made him stir, face turning towards your stomach, hiding from the overcast light. He wrapped a loose arm around your waist, the other still sat over his mid-section. Yixiang was so close to you, you could almost feel his heart beating. 

“I like feeling your heartbeat,” You remarked, only realizing that it was supposed to be in your head when he answered. 

He pulled himself closer, voice muffled by your shirt, “Are you a psycho?” 

“You’re awake?” You almost gasped out, “I mean—wait.” He laughed, turning his head to the ceiling again but not opening his eyes. “No, I’m not a psycho…” 

“You just say creepy things for fun?” 

“No,” You huffed, “I just like you…a lot.” 

He hummed, “Well, I love you today. I’ll love you tomorrow and,” You didn’t know if it was because he was half asleep that he was confessing his deep-rooted love for you but, even shocked, you let him go on. “Forever? That’s not long enough.” 

A dorky-smile spread across your face (though he couldn’t see it), practically all your teeth on display. Then, you were kissing his face. 

His eyes shot open for a moment as you pressed your feather-light lips to his skin again and again in different places, then he closed them again. 

Once he’d had enough (well, he actually hadn’t) Yixiang stopped you, a gentle hand holding you mere centimeters from his face by your cheeks. 

“Hey, psycho,” He practically whispered, “My lips are right here.” 

And, he made you find them quickly after, shushing whatever snarky remark was hanging on your tongue. You smiled into the kiss, disregarding his new nickname for you and relishing in the moment. 

He was right, forever wasn’t long enough. 

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“I got it,” You’d always say, “I don’t need help. I can do it.” 

You were never one to ask for things when you were struggling; not even from the people who were supposed to be there for you. You could do it. You could handle it. You’d climb through hoops, or on countertops to get what you needed. You remain silent, struggling in the depths of your mind—a smile on your face. But, sometimes, you just wanted to cry. Sometimes you just wanted someone to ease the pain a little. To take the weight from off your shoulders and come uncover your soul. You wanted someone to see you, not praise you for all that you’d done. You were more than just cracked-glass. 

Maybe it was because you had to grow up too early. Maybe it was because you never had that support engraved into you. Maybe having to act like an adult while you still played with dolls took its toll on you. Maybe you weren’t able to ask such a simple question because it was never met with anything but criticism—why weren’t you able to accomplish such a simple task? Why couldn't you solve this equation? Why didn’t you know how to put gas in a car, or change the oil? Why couldn’t you preheat the oven? Eventually, you asked yourself the same questions.

Why did you have to be dependent on people who were supposed to help you?

So, you never bothered them anymore—the fear of rejection strong. 

You reached your hand high above your head, silently cursing yourself for putting things on the top shelf anyways. You huffed, feeling the deep desire within you to get off the countertop and find something else to hold what you wanted. However, there was a screaming voice inside your head, mocking your lack of attempt. You could reach a little higher, your fingertips were brushing it anyways. What was a little fall if you got what you wanted? 

Would you feel accomplished? Would it satisfy you to feel pain as you rubbed at your bruised knees? Would it make you smile? 

“Here,” You felt a warmth, a presence you’d grown familiar with, his body pressed to your back momentarily. Your heart beat unsteadily—from adrenaline, or proximity? “Let me help you.” 

“No,” You looked over your shoulder, “I got it.” 

Your faces were close, so close you could feel his breath against your lips. You never knew someone could look like that up close. 

“I know you do,” He ignored your pleading eyes, knowing somewhere within them was just a mirage of what you wanted people to see. What you wanted to see. “But, I want to help.” 

And that’s how it started; your undoing. The crumbling of the walls you built so goddamn high, even you couldn’t get over them. But, he picked at them pebble by pebble until he roamed your mind freely. 

It was the small things: holding your jacket out for you to put on, brushing your hair after a shower, grabbing you a glass of water or a snack without wanting something in return, letting you vent instead of biting your tongue. He’d put your legs over his lap, and turn on your favorite show. He’d remind you every second of every day that you were beautiful if he could. He’d do anything for you to see yourself the way he saw you; wingless angel.

He never made you feel like a burden, normalizing the things that should’ve just been. 

His soft voice would replay in your mind, a lingering touch on your heart—pulling the strings until they unraveled. 

Maybe there was such a thing as everlasting love. Maybe there was such a thing as unconditional. Maybe you’d never felt trust before—maybe you’ve never actually loved before. Because to be loved is to not feel uncomfortable. To be loved is to not walk on eggshells. To be in love is to not make selfish sacrifices. To be loved is to listen. To be in love is to be on the same page. To be in love is to not feel like you’re at war with yourself. To be in love is to hear angels singing every time you look at each other. 

“Anton,” His hands found your waist, helping you turn around and face him, legs now on each side of his hips. You knew you were fucked up, messy and little off-putting because of it but, you’d trust him because you wanted to, “I love you.” 

The plastic cup clattered to the floor, along with the rest of your reserve. You were scared of heights, scared of romantic words, scared of receiving help, but ready to leap with his hand within yours. He’d hold your heart like it was the most delicate and rare artifact on Earth. He’d hold you like you’d float away—far out in space somewhere. He’d love you like his first and his last. 

Because now you know, to be loved is to be healed, not cut open.

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