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Hello belle can I ask a joshua prompt with 11. "that’s not what you were saying last night."

Like they're playing any kind of board game and reader says something but joshua fights back with the prompt

Thankyou

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suggestive prompt #11: "that's not what you were saying last night."

joshua leaned forward, elbows resting on the coffee table as he watched you take your turn. the game wasn’t supposed to be this complicated, but somehow, the two of you had turned it into a battle of wits. your brow furrowed as you studied the board, lips pursed like you were calculating the trajectory of a rocket launch instead of where to move a pawn.

“you always take forever,” joshua teased, breaking the silence.

“i don’t,” you shot back without looking at him.

“you do. every single time.”

you rolled your eyes, finally picking up a piece and placing it. “there. happy?”

he hummed, tilting his head as he pretended to inspect the board. “bold choice. risky, even.”

“it’s a solid move,” you argued, leaning back against the couch.

“if you say so,” he said, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.

you narrowed your eyes at him. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“nothing,” he replied, voice light and innocent.

“you’re the worst,” you muttered, grabbing the dice for your next roll.

“funny, that’s not what you were saying last night,” joshua said, his tone so casual it took a second for his words to land.

the dice slipped from your fingers, bouncing off the board as you froze. your head snapped up, eyes wide as you stared at him. “i—what?”

he leaned back, arms crossed as he grinned at you, clearly pleased with himself. “just saying. you didn’t seem to think I was the worst last night when you were—”

your face flushed instantly, the color creeping from your neck to your cheeks. “i dont know what you're talking about.” you say, cutting him off.

“you know exactly what I’m talking about,” he teased, his voice dropping just slightly.

“i don’t,” you said quickly, but your voice wavered, betraying you.

"do you need me to remind you then?" joshua shrugged, looking entirely too smug as he leaned in closer.

joshua’s fingers ghosted along your jaw, his touch featherlight as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. his eyes were warm, yet dark and intense, entirely focused on you.

you froze at the contact, your hands fumbling as you reached for the dice again. “we’re playing a game, joshua. focus.”

“oh, i’m focused,” he replied, his voice lower now.

“on the game,” you clarified, glancing at him with a glare that lacked any real heat.

he hummed, clearly putting no mind into your words as his hand moved to the side of your neck, his thumb resting against your pulse, which you knew was racing.

“you know,” he started, his voice dropping even lower, “i think you like making me work for it.”

“work for what?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as he closed the last bit of space between you.

“this,” he replied, his lips brushing against yours lightly, teasingly, before pulling back just enough to make you chase him.

your breath hitched, and joshua’s smirk grew, his thumb brushing over your pulse again.

“you’re not being fair,” you muttered, your hands finding the front of his shirt, clutching the fabric as if it might ground you.

“me? unfair?” he asked, feigning innocence, though the way his lips ghosted over your skin—your cheek, the edge of your jaw, the curve of your neck—made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing.

“joshua,” you said, his name slipping out more like a plea than a protest.

he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as he pressed a lingering kiss to the base of your throat.

“okay, okay,” he relented, his voice warm with amusement as he finally captured your lips in a kiss that was anything but teasing.

his hand on your neck slid to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer until there wasn’t any space left between you. your hands moved instinctively, sliding up to his shoulders, gripping him like he was the only solid thing in the room.

joshua kissed you like he had all the time in the world, slow and deliberate, his lips moving against yours in a rhythm that left you breathless. when he pulled back, it wasn’t far, his forehead resting against yours as he smiled—a small, private thing meant only for you.

“better?” he asked, his voice soft, his breath warm against your lips.

“better,” you replied, your own voice barely steady as you tried to catch your breath.

he didn’t give you long, his lips finding yours again, this time with a little more urgency, a little less restraint. his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap, the kiss growing more heated with every second.

your fingers tangled in his hair, and he groaned softly against your lips, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. his hands gripped your hips, his touch firm but careful, like he wanted to hold you even closer but was still holding himself back.

when he finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads still pressed together.

“you’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured, his voice low and slightly hoarse, his lips curling into a soft smile.

“you’re the one who started it,” you replied, your fingers still in his hair, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

“and i’m not planning on stopping,” he said, his tone teasing, but his eyes told a different story—one of warmth, desire, and something deeper that made your breath catch all over again.

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hii! been obsessed with your writing lately. thank you for sharing with us!!

if it inspires you, i would love to see your interpretation of prompt 46 from the fluff prompt list ("you doodled hearts in my notebook again.") with university! chan.

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fluff prompt #46: "you doodled hearts in my notebook again."

you had missed a lecture the day before, overwhelmed with assignments and life, and chan, being the helpful seatmate that he was, offered to lend you his notes. it wasn’t the first time he’d done it, but this time felt a little different.

you weren’t sure why, but when you took his notebook, you felt a little nervous, maybe because you'd always liked chan more than just a friend.

the next day, you returned the notebook, trying to act casual about it. “thanks again for letting me borrow it. i swear, i’ll catch up on everything soon,” you said, handing him his notes with a small, apologetic smile.

chan took the notebook with a bright grin, always more than happy to help. “don’t worry about it. you can borrow it again if you need it.”

“you’re too nice,” you said, giving him a teasing look.

“only because you’re my favorite study buddy,” he joked, though the words slipped out a little more naturally than he intended.

later that night, chan found himself finally sitting down with the notebook after a long day, eager to check if you had caught up on the material. but when he opened it, he was caught off guard.

there, scattered across the pages, were little hearts doodled around his name.

he let out a breath, half-laughing in disbelief. again?

this wasn’t the first time it had happened. months ago, when he had lent you his notebook for the first time, you had drawn hearts around his name, and he had been so embarrassed that he didn’t even mention it to you. it seemed like a one-time thing. but now, here it was again—little hearts marking his name, just as sweet as before.

chan’s fingers traced over the doodles as his heart began to race. he tried to convince himself that it didn’t mean anything. maybe you just liked drawing hearts. but deep down, he wondered—was this your way of telling him something?

the next day, chan sat next to you in class, unable to hide his small grin. you sat down next to him, but he was already focused on his notebook, pretending to take notes, though his mind was completely elsewhere.

you looked at him, wondering why he was being so quiet. finally, after a few moments, he spoke up, his voice light but teasing.

“you doodled hearts in my notebook again,” chan said, his eyes playful as he watched you.

you blinked in confusion. “what? i did?” you stammered, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

chan nodded, turning his notebook toward you, showing you the page where your hearts were still drawn around his name.

“you did. and this isn’t the first time either,” he added, his voice softer now, like he was trying to understand. “didn’t you do this before, a long time ago?”

your face flushed a bright shade of red. “i—I didn’t even realize I did it,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. “it’s just... a habit.”

chan’s lips curled up into a soft smile as he watched your nervous reaction. “you really don’t realize it, huh?” he teased gently.

you sighed, trying to laugh it off. “nope, no idea. i just doodle stuff when i’m bored, you know?”

but chan wasn’t buying it. he leaned in a little closer, his eyes glinting with curiosity. “are you trying to tell me something with all these hearts? or is it just a coincidence?” he asked, voice dropping slightly.

your heart raced, and you nervously fiddled with the hem of your shirt, avoiding his gaze. “what do you mean?” you asked, feigning ignorance even though you could feel your face getting hotter by the second.

chan raised an eyebrow, his playful smile growing. “are you trying to tell me something? like… maybe you have a crush on me?” he asked, his voice light and teasing, though there was an edge of curiosity behind it.

your mouth opened and closed as if you were searching for the right words, but nothing came out. the teasing in his tone made you even more flustered, and you struggled to think of something to say.

you managed to mumble, suddenly feeling way too exposed, “it’s just… hearts, right? i always doodle hearts. no big deal.”

chan couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled up inside him. “right, just hearts. everywhere. around my name,” he repeated, his voice a little more teasing this time.

you huffed, clearly embarrassed. “okay, okay! maybe i got carried away,” you admitted, now trying to hide behind your notebook. “it’s just something i do when i’m bored. no hidden meanings, promise.”

chan’s grin softened, and he looked at you with a more genuine curiosity. “are you sure?” he pressed, his voice lowering slightly. “because, you know, you can tell me anything.”

you bit your lip, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. “it’s really nothing,” you whispered, but you weren’t sure if you believed that anymore.

chan studied your face for a moment, his smile softening into something more tender. “well, if there’s something you want to tell me... i’m all ears,” he said, his tone sincere.

you didn’t know what to say to that, so instead, you just sat there, lost in his eyes for a moment longer than you should have. but chan could see it all, the way you were looking at him, it was the same fondness he had in his eyes when he looks at you. he wonders if you can see the fondness in his eyes.

“well,” chan said softly, his smile still there but with a little more sincerity, “maybe i’ll just take it as a sign that you like me too.”

your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened,"too"?

chan watches as the pieces of puzzles slowly click in your head before you let out a small smile

“you think so?”

chan nodded, his voice playful yet serious. “i think it’s pretty obvious.”

and for the first time, you smiled at him without hiding. maybe there was something more to the doodles after all.

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you’re my new favorite wonwoo writer 🥹 i was wondering if you can consider doing a adult bad boy wonwoo x adult fem oc series? oc is a goody girl that meets bad boy wonwoo!

omg thank you 🥺 a series? I haven't thought about it omg but that's quite a good idea.... I just might 🤔 how much of a bad boy are we talking about? 🫣

[daisymbin]

Hi belle can I request 22. "you were my first love—you still are." Of second chance romance with Joshua. I feel like reading second chances are like a tales that always end in a happy ending ❤️.

hi lovely!!! of course you can! & yes... but honestly I think I'm addicted to thrill at the start of a second chance romance because its always exhilarating yet terrifying 😬

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second chance prompt #22: "you were my first love—you still are."

it was supposed to be a fun night. a few drinks, some dinner, the three of you just laughing and letting loose. chan, mingyu, and you had been out for a while now, but as the night wore on, the fun started to fade.

you hadn’t realized how much you were drinking at first, but as the alcohol hit you, it blurred your thoughts and made your heart ache.

your mind wouldn’t stop going back to joshua—joshua, joshua, joshua. the love you had for him. the love you still had for him.

the way he smiled at you. the way he’d look at you like you were the only one in the room.

you missed him.

“hey, you okay?” mingyu asked, his voice cutting through the fog in your head.

you blinked at him, not quite able to focus. your eyes were heavy, your chest tight. “i miss him,” you whispered, more to yourself than to anyone.

chan and mingyu exchanged a worried glance, both of them knowing exactly who you were talking about. they had been trying to keep you distracted all night, but it was clear you were spiraling.

“come on,” chan said softly, trying to get your attention. “let’s get you home, okay?”

but you just shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “no… i can’t go home. not without him.”

mingyu, despite his large frame, was surprisingly gentle. he leaned down to help you up, but you flinched away from him, your body swaying.

“come on,” mingyu coaxed, his deep voice comforting. “we need to get you home.”

but you weren’t having it. you shook your head stubbornly. “no, i need him,” you slurred, clutching at your chest as if it would ease the ache there. “only joshua.”

chan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “this isn’t going anywhere. i’m calling him.”

the moment chan dialed joshua’s number, you stiffened, your gaze sharpening, even though you were beyond tipsy.

“joshua…” you muttered under your breath, your heart pounding.

it didn’t take long for joshua to pick up.

“hello?” his voice came through, the usual warmth in his tone immediately replaced by concern when he heard the situation.

“hyung, can you come?” mingyu said, his voice surprisingly tense for someone usually so laid-back. “(y/n)’s a mess. she won’t let us take her home.”

there was a long pause on the other end of the line. “what happened?”

“she’s drunk off her ass and crying over you,” chan explained. “we can’t get her to leave until she sees you. we’re at that bar near the corner. please, hurry.”

joshua didn’t waste another second. “i’m on my way.”

when joshua arrived, he found you, a sobbing mess, crumpled against the bar counter. mingyu and chan had both tried to console you, but you were inconsolable.

the moment you saw joshua walk through the door, your eyes widened. for a second, it felt like a dream.

your face, already flushed from crying, broke into a small, relieved smile. “shua…” you whispered, your voice raw and barely audible over the sounds of the bar.

you wobbled to your feet, and despite your blurry vision, you flung yourself into his arms.

joshua caught you instantly, his arms wrapping around you tightly, feeling the weight of your sadness. his heart broke as he felt how fragile you were in his embrace, how lost you looked.

“you’re finally here,” you mumbled, barely coherent, your voice trembling as you clung to him. “i waited for you…”

joshua’s heart ached at your words. you didn’t mean for him to hear, but he did. and it tore him apart.

“hey, hey, i’m here now,” joshua whispered, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face, his hands soft against your skin. “it’s okay. i’m here, sweetheart.”

but before he could say anything else, your body went limp, your eyes fluttering shut as you passed out in his arms.

“sweetheart?” joshua called softly, but you were already passed out.

“oh boy,” mingyu muttered under his breath.

joshua face set with determination, “get the car ready. i’ll carry her.”

as he carefully scooped you up in his arms, joshua couldn’t help but scold chan and mingyu. “i can’t believe you two let her drink this much. she’s been sobbing all night, and you didn’t stop her?”

mingyu looked guilty, rubbing the back of his neck. “we tried, but—”

“don’t,” joshua cut him off, shaking his head. “just get the car.”

when joshua reached your apartment, he carried you inside, his heart still heavy with everything you had said. he laid you gently on your bed, tucking you under the covers.

but you stirred, a soft, drowsy whimper escaping you as you reached for him. you clung to his sweatshirt, your fingers weak but desperate.

“shua,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

"you can let go sweetheart, you're home now." he says as he patted your head softly.

“if i let go… you’ll leave me, right? forever?”

joshua felt a tightness in his chest as he watched you, your tear-streaked face filled with so much pain, so much fear of losing him.

he sat down next to you, gently brushing your hair away from your face. “i’m not going anywhere. i’m not leaving you,” he whispered, his voice filled with so much tenderness.

“promise?” you asked, your eyes barely open, looking up at him with hope.

joshua’s heart broke at how vulnerable you were, how badly you needed reassurance. how badly you needed his reassurance.

he didn’t say “yes.” instead, he spoke the words he had been holding back for so long.

“you were my first love,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “you still are. i would do anything for you.”

your breath hitched at his words, and for the first time that night, you finally felt a weight lift from your chest.

joshua stayed by your side, his hand gently stroking your hair as you drifted into a peaceful sleep. and now you're finally home, you're safe. he is here, and he isn't going anywhere.

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Prompt request thingy 💜

Wonwoo with 2nd chance prompt #45. "i wanted to call, but i didn’t think you’d pick up."

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second chance prompt #45: "I wanted to call, but I didn't think you'd pick up."

wonwoo stared at the ceiling, the stark white tiles above him offering no escape from the ache that wasn’t just in his body. the hospital room was quiet, save for the occasional beep of a machine and mingyu scrolling on his phone in the corner.

the accident replayed in his mind in flashes—skidding tires, the crunch of metal, the rush of adrenaline as everything came to a sudden stop. he’d been lucky. that’s what everyone kept saying.

but all he could think about was you.

“you don’t have to stay,” wonwoo muttered, his voice low and strained.

mingyu didn’t even glance up. “yeah, i know. but someone needs to make sure you don’t pull your usual stunt and leave before the doctor says you can.”

wonwoo didn’t respond, only huffed softly as he shifted on the stiff bed.

mingyu’s phone buzzed, and he let out a small hum as he glanced at the screen.

“what?” wonwoo asked, eyeing him warily.

mingyu pocketed his phone with a smirk. “she’s here.”

wonwoo froze. “who’s here?”

“who do you think?” mingyu’s smirk didn’t fade.

wonwoo sat up straighter, ignoring the sharp protest from his shoulder. “mingyu, tell me you didn’t.”

“i did,” mingyu said plainly, leaning back in his chair.

“why?” wonwoo groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

“because you wouldn’t,” mingyu said, his tone firm. “and don’t give me that ‘i didn’t want to bother her’ excuse. it’s not bothering her. she’d want to know. if something like this happened to her, you’d want to know too, wouldn’t you?”

wonwoo opened his mouth to argue, but mingyu was already standing and heading for the door.

“good luck,” mingyu tossed over his shoulder before disappearing.

wonwoo didn’t have time to process his frustration before the door creaked open, and there you were.

your eyes met his, and his heart stumbled in his chest.

“wonwoo,” you said softly, stepping into the room, your voice trembling just enough for him to notice.

he blinked, unable to find his voice as you rushed over to his side.

“what happened?” you asked, your words spilling out in a rush as your eyes darted over his injuries. “are you okay? does it hurt anywhere? why didn’t anyone call me sooner?”

“i—”

“wonwoo,” you interrupted, your voice cracking as you reached for him. your hands hovered just above his bandaged arm, afraid to touch but desperate to comfort. “you’re hurt, and you didn’t tell me. why didn’t you call?”

your eyes glistened with tears that you were clearly trying to blink away, but one slipped down your cheek before you could stop it.

“don’t cry,” he said softly, his voice breaking.

“don’t tell me not to cry,” you shot back, wiping at your face hastily. “you… why didnt you call me?” your voice faltered, and you shook your head, your hands brushing lightly over the edge of his sling as your chest hammered.

wonwoo swallowed hard, his chest tightening at the sight of you—at the way you cared, even though he’d convinced himself you wouldn’t.

“i-i wanted to.. i wanted to call but, i didnt think you'd pick up” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

you froze, your gaze snapping to his. “what?”

“i thought you wouldn’t want to hear from me,” he said, his throat tight. “after everything, i didn’t think you’d care even if you knew.”

“you’re an idiot,” you said, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and pain.

he flinched, but you didn’t let up.

“of course i care, wonwoo,” you said, tears slipping freely now. “how could you think i wouldn’t? you could’ve…” you trailed off, shaking your head again as your hands finally settled on his uninjured arm, gripping him gently but firmly. “don’t ever do that again. promise me.”

“i promise,” he said immediately, his voice thick.

you nodded, sniffing softly as you blinked back more tears. “good. because if you scared me like that again and didn’t tell me, i don’t know what i’d do.”

his heart twisted painfully, guilt and relief warring inside him. he wanted to say something—anything—to make it better, but no words felt like enough.

“i missed you,” he said finally, the confession slipping out before he could stop it.

you looked at him, your eyes still watery but softer now. “i missed you too.”

he swallowed hard, his gaze searching yours. “i didn’t think you’d come.”

“of course i’d come,” you said, your voice breaking slightly. "i still…" you hesitated, then shook your head. “you’re still you, wonwoo.”

his breath hitched when he realised what you meant, knew what you were burying even if you don't say it, and for the first time in a long while, he felt something like hope bloom in his chest.

you reached for his hand, your fingers brushing his before curling around them. he held on tightly, his grip firm but careful, like he was afraid to let go.

“thank you,” he whispered, his voice raw.

“for what?” you asked softly.

“for loving me still,” he said, his eyes meeting yours.

you gave him a small, shaky smile. “i’ll always love you.”

and just like that, the wall he’d built around his heart began to crumble, piece by fragile piece.

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suggestive prompt #5: "is that your way of asking me to stay the night?"

seokmin knew he should leave. the polite thing to do was thank you for the dinner, tell you he had a great time, and head home. that’s what he’d rehearsed in his mind as you stood side by side in your tiny kitchen, the sound of water running and dishes clinking breaking the comfortable silence.

but then you handed him the towel, your smile soft, and he caught himself staring, again. he was awful at hiding it—how his heart stuttered every time you looked at him like that. he knew he should step back, get his act together, but you had this way of pulling him in without even trying.

“seokmin,” you said, amused. “you’re zoning out again.”

“am i? no, i’m not,” he fumbled, holding up the plate he’d been drying like it was proof.

you just laughed, the sound warm and teasing, and leaned back against the counter. “you’re such a bad liar.”

he tried to fight the smile creeping onto his lips. “you caught me.”

as the night stretched on, the weight of the clock ticking on your stove began to settle over him. he couldn’t stay forever. he shouldn’t.

“it’s late,” you said softly, interrupting his thoughts.

“yeah,” he said with a hint of disappointment, scratching the back of his neck, “i should probably—”

“you don’t have to leave, though,” you said quickly, before he could finish.

his gaze snapped to yours, his breath catching. were you saying what he thought you were saying?

“what?”

you shrugged, suddenly avoiding his eyes. “if it’s too late to head home, you could stay here, i-if you want,”

his chest tightened, his mind racing to catch up with the invitation hanging in the air. and then, before he could stop himself, his lips curved into a playful grin. “is this your way of asking me to stay the night?”

your eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing in mock irritation, but the blush creeping up your neck betrayed you.

“and if it is?” you asked, your voice steady but quiet, like you weren’t sure if you were pushing too far.

his smile faltered, replaced by something softer, something real. he stepped closer, his hand brushing against yours where it rested on the counter. “then i’d have to stay.”

the silence between you stretched, heavy and charged, until finally, you turned away with a nervous laugh. “i’ll grab a blanket for the couch.”

“wait—” his hand shot out, catching your wrist. the sudden contact stopped you in your tracks, and you turned back to him, confused.

“what?”

his eyes searched yours, his grip tightening just slightly as he took a step closer. “are you sure?” he asked softly.

you nodded as you watched him stepped closer, his eyes burning into yours.

your lips parted like you wanted to say something, but no words came out.

“can i—?” his voice faltered, his free hand lifting hesitantly toward your face.

you nodded, barely breathing. “please.”

his hand cradled your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin with a gentleness that made your heart ache. then he leaned in, his lips brushing yours so softly it almost didn’t feel real.

the first kiss was tentative, like he was afraid to push too far, but when you didn’t pull away—when your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt to anchor yourself—he kissed you again, firmer this time, more certain.

your lips parted against his, and he felt himself lose the last thread of his restraint. his other hand found your waist, pulling you closer, until there was no space left between you.

“you’re—” he tried to speak, his words muffled against your lips, “—you’re really bad at subtle, you know.”

you laughed softly, breathless, and tugged him even closer. “and you talk too much.”

his answer was a low chuckle that melted into a groan as your hands slipped up, threading through his hair. his knees nearly buckled when you gave a light tug, and he retaliated by tilting his head, his lips brushing the edge of your jaw.

“you’re not playing fair,” he murmured, his voice rougher than usual.

“neither are you,” you countered, your words trailing off as his mouth found the sensitive spot just beneath your ear.

you felt his lips curve into a smile against your skin. “guess we’re even, then.”

he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his hair slightly disheveled and his lips swollen. you’d never seen him like this before—soft and vulnerable, with a look in his eyes that made your stomach flip.

“so,” he said, his voice lower now, “does this mean i get to share the blanket?”

you laughed, the sound light and full of affection, and nodded. “only if you don’t hog it.”

“no promises,” he teased, pulling you back into another kiss, softer this time, like he had all the time in the world.

and maybe he did.

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finally done with that mess of a masterlist 😭

[daisymbin]

hii!! i wanted to request suggestive prompt 9 & 14, and fluff prompt 20 if it's possible ♡ you don't have to necessarily add the three of them if it's too much! have a good day 💗

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fluff prompt #20: "you can braid my hair if you want." +

suggestive prompt #9: "your hands feel good on my skin." +

suggestive prompt #14: "you've been staring at my lips for the past five minutes."

it’s quiet in the bathroom except for the faint sound of the faucet running. your hands move methodically, patting your cheeks with toner as you stand in front of the mirror, focused on your skincare routine. wonwoo leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on you.

“still not done?” he asks softly, his voice a low murmur.

you glance at him through the mirror, smiling. “almost. just a few more steps.”

wonwoo pushes off the frame, stepping into the small space. his hands slide down your arms, gentle and slow, before coming to rest around your waist. he presses his chest lightly to your back, the warmth of him seeping through your shirt.

“you always take forever,” he teases, though there’s no real complaint in his tone. his fingers tap lazily against your side. “what if i fell asleep waiting for you?”

“then you’d miss this quality time,” you quip, reaching for your serum.

he hums in response, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches you work. his hands wander absently, trailing up your arms and into your hair.

“what are you doing back there?” you ask with a laugh, catching his movement in the mirror.

“your hair’s soft,” he mumbles, fingers weaving through the strands without thought. “it’s nice.”

you pause, looking at him in the reflection. “you can braid my hair if you want.”

his eyebrows lift slightly. “really?”

you nod, your lips quirking up.

he pulls back just enough to gather your hair into his hands, the gesture oddly delicate for someone who claims he doesn’t know what he’s doing. his brows furrow in concentration, and you bite back a smile at how focused he looks.

“you’ve done this before,” you remark as he works.

“not really,” he replies. “i’m just guessing.”

surprisingly, the braid he finishes isn’t half bad, and he tugs gently to secure it with an elastic he found on the counter. “not bad for my first try, huh?”

you’re about to respond when his hands slide to your shoulders, his thumbs pressing lightly into your muscles. the motion is deliberate but unhurried, his touch firm yet soothing. you feel the tension in your shoulders start to melt under his hands.

“your hands feel good on my skin,” you murmur, half-lidded eyes meeting his in the mirror.

a small, pleased smile tugs at his lips. “yeah?”

you nod, exhaling as his fingers knead into a particularly tight spot. “mm.”

his touch lingers, traveling to the base of your neck, his fingers brushing the delicate skin there. he moves lower, tracing slow patterns along your collarbones and the tops of your shoulders. your eyes flicker down to his hands in the mirror, watching the way they roam with a mix of purpose and instinct.

it’s mesmerizing—how careful yet confident he is, as though he knows exactly how to touch you.

your gaze travels up, catching on the faint curve of his lips, the way they’re slightly parted as if he’s about to say something but doesn’t. your focus lingers there, shifting between his hands and his mouth, unable to stop yourself.

his voice breaks the silence, deep and slightly amused. “you’ve been staring at my lips for the past five minutes.”

heat rises to your cheeks, and you meet his gaze in the mirror. “i have not,” you lie, but it’s weak, your voice betraying you.

he leans closer, his lips brushing just beneath your ear as he speaks. “liar.”

your breath catches as he shifts, turning you gently to face him. his hands remain on your waist, thumbs brushing idly against your sides. his gaze is intense, his eyes flickering to your lips and back again.

“what are you waiting for?” he asks, his voice low and rough.

you swallow, your heart racing as you tilt your chin up just slightly, yet, not touching. a small smirk makes its way to your face as your hands reached for his as you drag him to the bedroom, onto the bed.

wonwoo leans against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him, his black shirt rumpled. you crawl onto the bed, settling yourself beside him, your knees brushing his thigh.

his eyes flicker to you, dark and half-lidded, the corner of his mouth tugging into a lazy smile. “what are you doing?” he asks, his voice soft but teasing.

you tilt your head, feigning innocence. “nothing.”

he chuckles, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. the touch lingers, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw, and you lean into it instinctively.

“doesn’t look like nothing,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

you don’t answer, instead, you shift closer, your hand coming to rest on his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. his breath hitches, and you feel the subtle rise and fall under your palm as his heartbeat picks up.

his gaze locks onto yours, intense and unyielding, like he’s waiting for you to make the first move. you don’t let him wait long.

you lean in, your lips brushing against his in a soft, tentative kiss. it’s light and fleeting, a question more than a statement. his response is immediate—his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss.

it’s slow at first, unhurried and deliberate, but it doesn’t stay that way. his other hand finds your waist, his grip firm as he pulls you onto his lap, settling you against him. your knees press into the mattress on either side of his hips, and you can feel the heat radiating from him, seeping into your skin.

his lips move against yours, hungry and demanding now, as though he can’t get enough. his hands roam, trailing up your sides, thumbs brushing the edges of your ribs through the thin fabric of your shirt.

you gasp softly when his lips leave yours, trailing along your jaw and down to the curve of your neck. his breath is warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as his teeth graze lightly against the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“wonwoo,” you whisper, your voice breathless and barely audible.

he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his lips red and slightly swollen, a smug smile tugging at the corners. “yes, love?”

you don’t answer, instead crashing your lips back against his, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging lightly. he lets out a groan into the kiss, the sound low and rumbling, and it sends a jolt of electricity straight through you.

his hands grip your waist tighter, pulling you impossibly closer. his touch becomes bolder, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt, the warmth of his skin against yours making your breath hitch.

you pull back just enough to catch your breath, your foreheads resting against each other. his eyes are heavy with want, his lips parted as he pants softly, trying to steady himself.

“you keep doing that,” he murmurs, his voice rough, “and we won’t be sleeping tonight.”

your heart races, heat pooling in your stomach at the way he looks at you—like you’re all he wants right now.

“maybe i wasn’t planning on sleeping,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, the words carrying a weight that sends a flicker of something dangerous through his gaze.

his lips twitch into a smirk, and he leans in, his hands trailing lower. “careful,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with suggestion, “i might take that as a challenge.”

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