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[gomennasorryyy]

‘ i love you, i’m sorry ’ | boo sk

synopsis: the age old curse, falling in love with your best friend (and trying to convince yourself you aren’t) pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader genre/s: non-idol au, pure angst, one-shot (?) smau

listen to: i love you, i’m sorry - gracie abrams

from reese, with love

been a while since i wrote, might be rusty buuuuuut this song had a hold on me that i couldn’t resist aaaaa who knows maybe pt 2,, let me know if you want one! hahaha hope you’re all well :)

[gomennasorryyy]

one to ten | jww

summary: your roommate may not know how to help you feel better, but that won’t stop him from trying. pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader au: roommates to ?, pining, sick fic type: drabble (hurt/comfort, fluff) rating: pg13 — still, minors do not have my consent to interact with my content. cw: gn!spoonie!reader; downbad!best boi!super shy!roommate!wonu; chronic illness/pain is implied but no diagnosis is specified; hand-holding 👁️👄👁️; barely proofread because brain fog, lol. a/n: this is super self-indulgent and based on my own personal experience with chronic illness (fibromyalgia), so it may be different than yours!! wc: 1k

Wonwoo isn’t psychic, but he knows that something is up the second he gets home from work.

Walking through the door of your shared apartment, he moves immediately to deposit his keys on the nearby hook and finds that yours are already there. Odd, he thinks, given your habit of imposing your own overtime. Your commute is shorter than his, and you still never beat him back here.

He looks down as he toes off his shoes, carefully maneuvering them across the mat to avoid both your heels and your sneakers, which don’t seem to have budged since this morning. Wonwoo frowns. It’s rare for you to skip out on the gym at the end of the day, but it’s unheard of for you to miss work — even when you should, in his non-expert opinion.

That’s a bit of a red flag, he’ll admit.

Wonwoo locks the door behind him, pads off across the kitchen and through the adjoining living room, and eventually stops at your bedroom door. It’s cracked open — a secret code of yours, he’s learned. One that means you don’t want to be alone, but you feel the need to warn him about what’s on the other side. Usually, it’s you, deflated in your bed in a way that you find embarrassing. Still, even on your worst days, he’s never seen you look bad. 

He’s not convinced that you could if you tried.

Softly, Wonwoo raps his knuckles against the doorframe to warn you. In response, he gets a muffled, “Hello?” It wraps around his heart and squeezes just a little. He loves that about you; how gentle your voice is when everything else you’re experiencing feels the opposite.

You lift your head up just enough to make eye contact with him as he slips through the doorway, and you smile. If it aches to do so, you pretend like it doesn’t.

He clears his throat awkwardly. “Hey.”

Admittedly, this is the part that Wonwoo feels he’s worst at. He’s never quite sure what to ask or what he can do to help, always simultaneously afraid of being patronizing or too hands-off. It’s a balancing act; his equilibrium is off.

And, god, he’s so shy when it comes to you. He can’t make himself act on any of the comforting impulses he absolutely has, so he simply pauses at the end of your bed and sweeps his eyes over your frame. A triage of sorts, he supposes.

You’re on your right side, hugging a hot water bottle, and there’s a Munchlax plush between your knees to keep them separated. Your left hip hurts, he guesses. It’s probably safe to assume that the rest of you does, too. Crinkling his nose as he thinks, he asks, “One to ten?”

Another code. 

Wonwoo has to adjust the scale when you answer — three — because your three is his eleven. The good news isn’t lost on him, though: Your pain was a six during the last flare. Things may not be great, but they’ve definitely been worse.

“Mostly just tired,” you sigh, as if you can hear the calculations he’s running in his head. “I was this close —” You lift an arm and pull your thumb and index finger in so that they’re almost touching. “— to making it out the door this morning.” 

Dropping your arm again slowly, you pat the space next to you in silent invitation. Wonwoo’s body hesitates, even though his pulse doesn’t. It’s par for the course, unfortunately for him.

He wonders how many moments like this need to pass before his palms don’t sweat anymore. Will filling the spot next to you on your bed, on the couch, or even in your passenger seat ever not affect him like this?

Maybe not.

He’s okay with that, so long as you keep giving him the opportunity.

You laugh, and it single-handedly diffuses the tension in his posture. “I think the side of the bathtub got taller. I almost had to yell for you to haul me out of there, but I managed.”

“Proud of you.” He’s chuckling now, too, but that doesn’t undermine how much he means it. Getting your body to cooperate with you is always hardest in the mornings.

For what it’s worth, he would’ve come running if you’d called.

Carefully, Wonwoo sits down on the vacant side of your bed and scoots closer to you, knowing you’ll call him out for leaving distance and anticipating how badly he'll blush if you do. It’s so much easier for you to be close to people than it is for him, but he’s trying. 

He hopes you see that.

There’s a microscopic wince when you wiggle your way towards him. It’s replaced quickly by a satisfied little grin once you settle, your body curving around his bent knee like a puzzle piece slotting into place.

“You always run warm,” you muse. “I’m jealous.”

Wonwoo blinks, a little dumbfounded that you’ve noticed — not that he should be, really. He’s obviously picked up on a lot of trivia about you since you took over his former roommate’s lease several months back. If he knows the order of your skin care routine, it’s not weird for you to know that he can’t sleep without a fan on.

Should he have noticed this about you by now?

Curiosity makes him bold, apparently. He pulls his palm off the mattress and touches his fingertips to the back of your hand. “Goddamn,” he whistles. 

His hypothesis is proven the second he touches you — you’re freezing — but Wonwoo admittedly gets a kick out of the temperature disparity. He can’t help but run the pads of his fingers absentmindedly over your skin, tracing nonsense patterns. You can’t help the pleased hum that slips out of you as you watch his ministrations; or the way your heavy eyelids start to interrupt your view. 

Even when he’s sure you’ve been lulled to sleep, Wonwoo keeps doodling. It’s got to be exhausting to exist in a body that always aches, and you deserve whatever rest you can get. Truth be told, he could probably stay like this for hours if that would help. He’d be doing the same thing at his PC, anyways, holding a mouse instead of your hand.

Yeah, he thinks, this is a much better set-up.

[gomennasorryyy]

I just realized I never got around to reading The Great War... I was supposed to do it LAST YEAR

[gomennasorryyy]

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬

𝜗𝜚 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄: fluff 𝜗𝜚 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: (sleepy)idol!seungcheol x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 867

⦗💌 ⦘ sleepy choi seungcheol means many things - dramatic, adorable, and very kissable

“and then he straight up left the room,” seungcheol said and nuzzled his head further up your neck, sighing happily as your nails scratched his scalp in all of the right places. “i swear he’s so dramatic sometimes.” 

you hummed in acknowledgment, and brushed your lips over his forehead. “i know someone who’s even more dramatic than seungkwan, y’know?” you smiled at him, the corner of your lips almost reaching your eyes upon seeing your boyfriend’s adorably confused expression.

god, his big eyes and pouty lips would be the death of you someday. 

“who?” he asked, and laid his head against your shoulder. 

you crooked your eyebrow at him, and shook your head in amusement. “it’s cute how you don’t see it. if i had a penny for everytime you were being dramatic i’d be a millionaire now.” 

“i’m not-” 

“yes you are, baby.” 

seungcheol huffed annoyed and peeled himself off you, taking his warmth with him and leaving you shivering like a leaf. he kneeled next to you, and crossed his arms, looking like an angry five year old. cute. “i’m not. give me one instance when i was being dramatic, hm?”.

“i love you so much, choi seungcheol. you’re so adorable.”

if you had to pick your favourite version of your boyfriend the sleepy version would be top three, no questions asked. the hair that was sticking in all possible directions from your scratches, the doe eyes, glossy with sleep looking at you and begging for a hug, strong body that usually made you weak in your knees clad in a cherry pyjama… 

all of this, and now him kneeling next to you, insisting on his life that he was not being dramatic. 

“i love you too, but baby,” he whined, dropping his head to your lap, “i’m not dramatic.” 

“sure, then what would you call what you’re doing now?” 

your boyfriend shook his head, making an even bigger mess of his hair. “you’re so mean sometimes,” he said, as he looked up at you. “i don’t like it. give me my girlfriend back.” 

you rolled your eyes at him. that’s exactly what you meant - one look from him, and you were already regretting all of the thighs you said. 

“okay, okay,” you caved in, and maybe that was for the better, because as much as you loved your pouty boyfriend, you appreciated the smile on his face even more. and now with him winning the “argument” he probably wouldn’t stop smiling even in his sleep. 

not dramatic my ass. 

“you’re such a simp,” he giggled, and threw his whole body back on yours, knocking all air out of your lungs. 

if you had at least one percent chance of pushing this big koala off you, you’d immediately send him flying, but there was no way you could move more than his little toe. but, there was another deadly weapon you could use against him. 

“sure, then no cuddles for you tomorrow. and say goodbye to kissing me,” you said, looking him straight in the eye, just to show him how serious you were about it, and with how quickly his smile disappeared from his face, your mission at getting back at your boyfriend was accomplished. 

“no, no,” he said, gripping your waist tighter, “i was just joking.” 

“sure.” 

“no, i’m really sorry, i,” seungcheol, now panicking, gently angled your head downwards, so he could reach your lips, “please don’t be mad,” he said and ghosted his soft lips over yours. “if you’re a simp then i don’t know what to call myself.” 

you rolled your eyes, but… well, that was very much true. “just kiss me, choi seungcheol,” you breathed, and chased his lips as he pulled his head away from you. 

“under one condition.” 

“huh?” you asked, dizzy from the need to be even closer to him. 

“don't call me that,” he stated, and finally crashed his lips against yours, depriving you from the remains of air that you had. 

you always joked that cheol had this amazing ability to put you to sleep just by one kiss, and he always argued that that was insane and impossible, but… maybe it was the warmth of his arms, maybe it was the safety that his embrace provided, maybe it was his smell that screamed “home” - whatever it was, your joke wasn’t that far from the truth. 

you didn’t realise, though, that you seemed to have a similar effect on him, because when you pulled away, your boyfriend's eyes were even sleepier than before, and his permanent pout was poutier than usual. 

“oh, and there’s one more thing that happened during practice today,” he yawned, and rubbed his eyes, “soonyoung and seokmin-,”.

“why don’t you tell me about it tomorrow?” you kissed his brow, as you felt his head getting heavier and heavier on your shoulder. “let’s sleep for now and talk tomorrow, hm?” 

with his last remains of energy seungcheol nodded, and sunk further under the covers, pulling you with him. it didn’t seem that he was feeling particularly big-spoony tonight, so you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, and kissed the top of his head. 

“night, baby,” you whispered into the darkness.

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heads up! volleyball au. seungkwan dealing with a minor injury (twisted ankle) + mentions of cheol being injured during sport in past.

seungkwan swears his entire body is on fire, and all he can do is focus on the bag of ice you're pressing against his ankle right now. he should be watching the team practice now. he should be paying attention to joshua's serve, or listening to jeonghan as he coaches from the sidelines, or watching to make sure no one else fucks up and lands on their ankle like he did trying to block mingyu's spike.

instead, he's just thinking about the way you have his injured ankle in your lap, an ice pack pressed against it. vernon ran to get something to wrap it in properly, this makeshift bag of ice the result of you combining a plastic bag with ice from the ice chest containing bottles of water.

"seungkwan?" you say quietly, and he finally drags his eyes away from the bag (and your hands) to look at your face. "it's okay if you're upset, y'know. accidents happen." the side of your hand is pressed against his skin as you shift the bag a little, careful to keep it from dripping onto him as it melts. "remember when cheol landed on his shoulder instead of his chest when he dived? he was fine." you pat his leg. "you'll be, too."

"he's not allowed to play," jeonghan says offhandedly, not looking over. "not until he sees a doctor and recovers." he looks over, smiling at the two of you. "i'm sure they'll watch over you for today, seungkwan."

his face is burning hotter now. shut up, jeonghan. shut up shut up shut up--

"i will!" you chirp, happy as can be, as if your very existence didn't set seungkwan on fire a little. butterflies in his stomach and all. butterflies on fire at this point, considering you're so casual about all of this. "don't worry about it. i'll take good care of him," you pat his leg again, that same fond smile on your face. "okay, seungkwan?"

if it were anyone else, he'd be flustered about it. maybe he'd even playfully jab at them. but with you, he just averts his gaze for a moment. "thank you," he says in a small voice that'll net him teasing once you're out of earshot. "i'll take care of you, too, if you need me."

and maybe he thinks it's stupid for him to have said it, considering he was injured and mentally kicking himself... but your smile soothes away those thoughts all too easily.

[gomennasorryyy]

heads up: depression. vent fic.

"you don't have to stay here." you curl up tighter in your bed. what is it about this mood that makes you feel like you're always freezing? chris seems to notice it, because he throws down a pillow onto the floor and turns his attention toward tucking your blankets around you better.

this is after he convinced you to take a shower (hard, but a little easier when you have chris there to turn the water on so it's warm when you finally get the strength up to get in) and eat something (he cooked for you, a little sign of how much he cares), so you've long since given up on complaining about him taking care of you. but him staying? that's... that's different.

"nah, i'm good!" he acts like this is nothing. like it's the simplest thing in the world for him to do. he just goes back to making up a temporary bed on the floor, having dragged out the futon mattress from where you folded it up and shoved it into your closet forever ago. it still has a hot chocolate stain you never managed to wash out. "you want any water? i might grab a glass for myself."

you meet his gaze, and you know. you just know. he's not leaving. not tonight. not when you called him, crying because everything was a mess today and you didn't want to be alone with yourself. that's the kind of friend he is: he comes running, and he doesn't leave until he knows you're safe and sound.

"... can you put ice in mine?"

he leans over, kissing the top of your head. "whatever you want. just say the word, and i'll be there."

[gomennasorryyy]

in the eye of the beholder

➳ choi seungcheol x fem!reader

➳ summary: when you don't like how you look in the mirror, your boyfriend decides to take it upon himself to worship you.

➳ word count approx. 6.2k

➳ tags: boyfriend!cheol, dom!cheol, possessive cheol. wall sex, fingering, oral; unprotected sex. worshipful sex. cheol's crude mouth, dirty talk. crying during sex from pleasure, mating press, spitting, hair pulling, consensual choking (just a little). pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart, angel, pretty girl, beautiful). simp seungcheol, his real spending addiction. he's going to tell you you're beautiful until you believe it.

➳ warnings: MDNI. fat/chubby!reader, insecurity, internalized fatphobia, anxiety. mentions of fatness, stretchmarks, love handles.

➳ request: I was wondering if you could make a seungcheol smut with a plus size girl reader and he basically treats you like he worships you and your body right after the reader felt insecure about her body and he says he stills adores you no matter how you look like while doing it

➳ note: this is slightly different than the request, but i hope you like it nonetheless!! i think you wanted it to be soft and cute but it. did not end up like that. nyways this is for all my fellow chubby/fat girlies <3 hopefully we will all one day get a cheol seungcheol

honestly, you didn't even know you had made a face. you had heard all your life that your face was too expressive for your own good and that it would land you in trouble, and finally it had. only, trouble had a name and his name was choi seungcheol.

the mirror had never been your best friend. all your life you had been obsessed with it. not in the vainish way, not in the pretty way that girls with hair that obeyed the rules of gravity and whose puberty somehow neglected to give them any acne were.

you were obsessed with the mirror in the way that it was your greatest enemy, your greatest foe, and yet you kept returning. when you used the restroom you couldn't help but pause in front of it, peering close at your pores and frowning. couldn't help but hover and look, taking note of every flaw. you stopped in front of the mirror before you left your apartment, eyes sharply taking in how your pants clung too tightly around your waist and not enough around your knees, how your middle seemed to be the first and only thing anyone would ever see when they looked at you.

so when you put on a dress from last spring your first instinct was to look in the mirror.

you had liked the dress. liked how it felt brushing around your knees, liked the colors of the little flowers and bees. you liked how the sleeves were long enough to cover your arms, liked how the dress didn't cling to your middle.

but then you went to the mirror.

you heard seungcheol as he moved about the apartment, sighing and grumbling about something.

"i just don't understand how mingyu can be so fucking happy all the time," seungcheol whined.

"we've been filming all fucking day --" did the dress hug your breasts too tightly? "-- and he's still fucking smiling away like someone sucked his dick before filming --" did it cling to your ass too much? "-- and even fucking seokmin was getting tired of it!" and when you turned you were wide, you were wide and fat and --

seungcheol's voice suddenly came from behind you, making you jump. you spun around, eyes wide as you looked up at your boyfriend, trying rather poorly to catch your breath.

"and what's going on here, sweetheart?"

immediately you knew you were caught. seungcheol's voice had that deadly sort of sweetness to it he only got when he was peeved about something and trying to shove it down. but your boyfriend was more passion than anything else, and his eyes seemed to sharpen as he stood in front of you.

even if his voice and face hadn't given away his irritation, the petname did. sweetheart. he only ever used it when he was pissed and trying to cover it, when he was trying to use his sweetness as a way to distract himself.

"i'm --" you crossed your hands in front of your stomach, covering it. "just looking at the dress."

but crossing your arms was the wrong move. seungcheol moved closer, his thick brows raising. disbelief practically radiated off of him.

he didn't need to verbally question you, however. all seungcheol had to do was cross his own arms over his chest, making his chest bulge and forearms flex, raising his brow and twisting his lip in disapproval, and your insecurities were bubbling up and out.

"it's just --" you spun around, back to the mirror. "look at me, seungcheol! look! i'm so! i look like a fucking whale --"

as soon as the word left your mouth he was on you, his arms wrapping around you and bringing you flush to his chest. seungcheol buried his chin into your shoulder, causing you to tense at the little flash of pain from it. but you didn't move, letting him press his hands to your stomach, mapping it, before they settled on your hips.

"what did i fucking say about that word, princess?" seungcheol hummed, eyes glinting dangerously.

you swallowed, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "but --"

"since you seemed to forget," he rushed on, raising his voice to drown yours out. "i'll just have to remind you."

"seungcheol," you said, hands going to his and lifting them off of you. you didn't want him to touch you when you were like this, as if your poor nature would somehow leak into him and tarnish him. "seungcheol, i'm just fat and ugly, and i'm going to change my dress and it doesn't need to be a whole thing --"

seungcheol pulled his arms from your grasp, bringing a sharp gasp from your lips. then your boyfriend was wrapping one arm around your middle, bringing your body flush against his. his other hand went to your face, holding and guiding it to look at the mirror square-on.

"seems like i've been neglecting my duty as your boyfriend," he announced, voice stern. he cocked his head from where he rested it on your shoulder, black curls shifting into his eyes.

your stomach twisted at his words, guilt immediately flooding through you. "no -- cheol, it's nothing to do with you, it's all me. you're perfect --"

"and so are you, baby," he interjected, squeezing you. his hand traveled from your face, fingertips dragging down your neck and over your collar, his tough light enough to make your skin erupt out in goosebumps. "you're absolutely perfect."

your face instantly contorted, doubt heavy. seungcheol sighed, joining his hands together around your waist and interlocking them. "princess. you know what i think about all of this."

"i know," you agreed.

this wasn't the first time your insecurities about your body and its shape reared their heads. it was such a heavy subject, one that you constantly tried to ignore; seungcheol, on the other hand, wanted to meet them head-on. he was the sort of person who didn't shy away from problems, especially when it came to those he loved.

so he saw your insecurities, saw all of your self-hatred and how it shimmered just beneath the surface all the time. you knew he hated it. you knew he hated your doubt and insecurity, but it wasn't something that just could be stopped on a whim.

seungcheol led your bodies into a sway, eyes still on your figures in the mirror. "and you know i love you."

"i do." you knew he did. choi seungcheol loved you, and this was a fact of the universe, just as the moon is a cold rock and the sun is hot gas and water is made of hydrogen and oxygen and choi seungcheol is made up of love for you; and you, him.

"and i know you're beautiful." he tilted his head, pressing his lips against the fabric covering your shoulder. "i think you're beautiful right now, in this cute little dress. i think you're beautiful when you're asleep. when you're eating. when you're doing nothing, when you're concentrating. i think you're gorgeous, baby. doesn't that matter?"

you swallowed, leaning back into his hold, letting seungcheol accept your weight. it did matter; it does. you treasured seungcheol more dearly than you ever could yourself, and you valued his opinion and thoughts more than any gold or ruby.

but the world wasn't made of choi seungcheols.

it was made of strangers with superficial thoughts, who didn't care about the inside of the person, the heart and soul, as long as the outside shined; didn't care if the rock in their hand was pyrite as long as the outside glimmered with gold; as long as the person in front of them fit their narrative.

you knew that, as soon as you walked outside of your apartment, you would be subjected to the world. to people who may look over you without a glance, who wouldn't give you a second look. but there was also people who would squint and guffaw, who would see your love handles and the stretchmarks on your arms and let their hatred roar.

you valued seungcheol so much; treasured him so much. you would take a single seungcheol over a thousand strangers any day. so why did the stranger matter so much when it came to your appearance?

"what other people think don't matter," he murmured, dropping another kiss to your shoulder. "what they see doesn't matter. isn't that what you tell me?"

"it's different," you mumbled, eyes dropping to his hands. you settled your hands over his, watching as he turned his hands to grab yours and squeeze.

"how is it different, princess?"

you sighed, pressing your thumbs into his hands, letting him rock the two of you back and forth. you knew where this conversation was going, knew you were walking into his trap. "because you're beautiful."

he hummed. "but not to everyone."

"they're stupid if they don't think you're beautiful," you huffed, flicking your eyes up. seungcheol's eyes had softened, twinkling at you. he was looking at you like a poet looked at a flower, an artist their muse, a fan their idol; he was looking at you with adoration. "cheol . . ."

"you took the words straight from my mouth, baby." he straightened, tossing his head a little to shake his curls from his eyes. "tell me, princess. what's the definition of fat?"

you rolled your eyes. seungcheol maneuvered you, turning you from the mirror and towards him. you knew what he was getting at, but still you played along. "plump. having excess."

seungcheol nodded, pouting out his lips in thought. he brought your conjoined hands up, resting them on your shoulders. "and ugly?"

"offensive to look at," you recited, knowing that if you didn't he would bring out his phone and pull up the dictionary.

"and where do those two overlap?" he questioned. "where do the definitions line up? are they synonyms?"

his hands moved from your shoulders, hovering over your skin as he moved them. seungcheol settled his hands around your waist, squeezing. "no, but for some people --"

"if they find fat people offensive," he broke in, "then they have something wrong with them and should take a closer look in the mirror and see the true ugliness of their heart."

seungcheol finally sighed, letting his eyes close. he used his grip on your body to tug you into him, wrapping his arms around you. you went easily, letting seungcheol hold you, eyes sliding shut.

the two of you stood for a handful of moments, basking in the presence of the other. seungcheol was warm and strong, the line of his body sturdy against yours. it was like his love, you thought, warm, strong, never-wavering.

seungcheol pulled away, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. his eyes were soft and sweet, filled with the love for you that his heart couldn't contain, his entire being drenched in it. "you're beautiful, princess. fat or skinny, dress or sweatpants, messy hair or freshly done. you're absolutely gorgeous, and i love you. i love you."

the weight of his mouth against yours had you sighing, eyes fluttering. seungcheol kissed you sweetly, tenderly, warmly; as if he could force the love he had for you into your body and soul through kissing you.

his hand sunk into your hair, using the grip to angle your head. he tugged your lower lip between his, a little gasp escaping you.

"seungcheol," you breathed, his lips detaching from yours. he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before carrying on. his lips skimmed your chin; your jaw; your neck. they coaxed sighs and gentle exhales out, your body turning towards his, a sunflower chasing the sun.

"you're beautiful," he declared, voice as sure as the dawn. his words were warm against your skin, breath hitting it and causing goosebumps to break out. "you're perfect. my perfect girl."

and then seungcheol's pushing you against the wall next to the mirror, his lips attaching to your neck and sucking. you moaned out his name, arms coming up and around his shoulders, baring your neck for him as an offering.

"such a pretty girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the hickey he left before he moved on. "pretty girls deserve to be rewarded, don't they, princess?"

seungcheol fell to his knees in front of you, the dull thump making you wince. then he grabbed your knee, pushing up and out, bringing it over his shoulder.

"cheol," you breathed, all air seemingly leaving your lungs. "seungcheol, seungcheol."

he grinned, eyes shining as he kneeled between your legs. "that's me, princess."

seungcheol pushes forward, using the hand not keeping your thigh hooked over his shoulder to push up your dress. he paused for a moment, the silence taking over the room. "you -- you're not wearing panties, baby."

"was just trying the dress on," you whined, sinking your hand into his dark hair. his locks were long enough that you could pull and tug, wrap them around your fingers and marvel in their softness. "didn't have a chance to put any on."

"perfect," he replied. "if i had my way you'd never wear panties, you know?"

before you could reply seungcheol was disappearing underneath your dress. you couldn't help but jump when his fingers pressed against your pussy lips, prodding and feeling the warmth there.

"even down here is pretty and perfect," he hummed.

thoroughly embarrassed, you began saying his name in a scolding tone. but as soon as the first syllable was leaving your lips he was attaching his to your cunt, running his tung up the length of your pussy.

his name ended up leaving your lips in a loud cry. you threw your head back against the wall, the dull thud not rendering as your boyfriend repeated the action, using his spit to wetten your cunt.

"gotta get wet for me, baby." seungcheol shifted closer, and then his tongue was brushing against your hole. you clenched immediately, gasping in surprise. but then he was shoving his tongue in, humming.

seungcheol ate you messily, pressing his entire face against your cunt. he used his spit and spread it along your cunt with his tongue, lapped at your hole and pressed a fingertip underneath it, massaging the muscle and coaxing it.

soon enough you were drenched, your cunt soaking your boyfriend's face as he continued to eat you out. he slurped against your pussy, swallowing your juices eagerly. he pressed a line of kisses from your hole to your clit, and then he was wrapping his lips around it and sucking while his fingers poked at your hole.

seungcheol worked his tongue against your clit as he inserted a thick finger into your cunt. his fingers were so thick, the stretch always causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head, burning in the best way. seungcheol continued working you until his pointer finger slid fully inside of your cunt, the slide easy due to your wetness.

he pressed a kiss to your clit, causing you to clench around him. seungcheol laughed, and when he spoke his voice was thick in his throat. "such a good girl, princess. took my finger so well. you're so wet and tight, so perfect for me. but you're always so perfect, aren't you?"

you felt his second finger slide along your folds, collecting your fluids. you scrambled against him in anticipation, your fingers sinking into his curls and clenching down.

"that's right princess," he murmured, slurping against your clit, his voice soft compared to the loud squelching of your cunt. "gonna make you feel so good, gonna make you forget anything but my name."

his second finger probed against your hole and then, in a fluid movement that had your stomach clenching, slid in alongside the first. his fingers were so fucking thick, so fucking thick and large and filling. seungcheol could move his fingers easily in your cunt, your pussy offering no resistance.

"you're so wet, baby," he pressed his mouth against your clit and slurped, the vibrations of his mouth earning a loud squeal from yours. "so tight around my fingers. dunno how we'll fit my cock inside, princess."

he moved his face from your cunt, pressing his mouth against the thigh hooked over his shoulder and kissing. in doing so seungcheol spread your fluids along your skin, creating a mess along your thigh. meanwhile his two fingers continued moving inside of you, your cunt clenching around them eagerly in a poor attempt to keep them wedged inside.

"but i know you'll take my cock, won't you, princess?" seungcheol flicked his eyes up at you, though you didn't notice. you were too lost in your own pleasure, your hands pulling at his hair while you squeezed your eyes shut. "you always take my dick so good, baby. always feel so perfect around it, your tight little cunt so perfect for my fat cock."

his words pulled a full shiver from your body, muscles tensing. seungcheol grinned against your skin. he slid his ring finger in alongside the other two, the stretch bringing a loud cry from your lips, back arching against the wall and thigh tightening around him.

seungcheol chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to your thigh. then he began alternating between sucking and nipping, the little sparks of pain making your toes curl and bringing out sweet gasps.

you came with a loud cry, your orgasm long and prolonged, gently coaxed into being by seungcheol's steady fingers and wicked mouth. he continued working at you even as you spasmed around his digits, cunt clenching.

"fuck, baby," he laughed. "your cunt's squeezing so tightly around my fingers. do you wish it was my cock, hm? wish it was my cock you were squeezing around so you could milk it dry? wish i was dumping into you, filling you with my spunk?"

the crudeness of his words drew a low moan from you, fingers digging into his hair. seungcheol knew his words could twist your stomach and bring heat coursing through your body just as well as his actions could and he never missed out on the opportunity to do so.

his dark, sweet eyes were always watching you after all. taking in how you looked at yourself in mirrors, how you always seemed to linger around toddlers with a soft smile; how you always seemed to go still whenever he uttered words like spunk and cunt.

being known was mortifying, but being known by choi seungcheol? being known by choi seungcheol meant a double-edged sword of comfort and cunning, of using your own preferences and perversions against you.

seungcheol pulled back, slipping his fingers from your cunt. he held up his hand, getting your attention.

you gasped, appalled. his hand was soaked from your fluids, and when he spread out his fingers strings of your juices connected them. his hand and forearm practically shined in the light, drenched in you.

seungcheol stood from the floor, knees cracking, guiding your thigh off of his shoulder. you stumbled, knees weak and unable to properly hold yourself up. seungcheol's clean hand immediately went to your waist, steadying you.

"careful, pretty girl," he warned, pressing you against the wall to help steady you. he brought his dirty hand up to your mouth, fingers tugging at your bottom lip. "okay princess. come on, open your pretty little mouth for me."

you obeyed, parting your lips. seungcheol slid his three fingers into your mouth, immediately filling it. for a moment you were overwhelmed, the weight of his fingers inside your mouth nearly suffocating, tears biting at the corners of your eyes.

then you breathed out through your nose, calming yourself. you brought your hands up around his wrist, holding seungcheol's hand still. then you brought your tongue up and against his digits, tasting your orgasm, licking it off of his fingers and swallowing around them.

"that's a good girl," he hummed, eyes half-closed as he watched you. his dark lashes, which were thick and long and devastatingly beautiful, fluttered. "fuck you're so beautiful with my fingers in your mouth, baby."

you hummed around his fingers, squeezing his wrist in your grip.

seungcheol cursed softly, pulling his hand out of your mouth. he placed both of his hands on your waist, guiding you off of the wall and towards the bed.

"fuck you're gorgeous," seungcheol said, admiring you. your hair was messed up from being against the wall, spit smeared around your mouth from taking his fingers. "my beautiful girl."

then he was kissing you, mouth eagerly clashing against yours. seungcheol practically devoured your mouth, tongue taking and claiming yours for his own.

his hands went to your dress, bunching up the skirt. seungcheol brought it up over your hips, hands sliding along your skin. he pulled his mouth from yours, kissing along your jaw.

"gotta get your dress off, angel." seungcheol separated from you just long enough to help you pull off your dress, baring your body for his eyes. his eyes darted over your body, biting his lip and greedily taking you in.

"that's my beautiful girl," he announced, pleased. his hands went to your love handles, squeezing possessively. seungcheol traced his fingers long the ridges and valleys of your stretchmarks, hands smoothing over the fat of your middle and holding, massaging. "fucking beautiful."

you sighed, shaking your head softly. but you pressed into seungcheol all the same, letting his hands continue their journey, memorizing your body as if he hadn't seen it a thousand times before.

seungcheol, just as he was passionate, was covetous. he would say as much himself, laughing as he presented whatever high-end piece of clothing he recently splurged on for one of you. he treated his greed as a part of him, something he earned and respected.

what's the problem in liking pretty things, princess, he laughed, pulling away so he could admire the new necklace he just placed around your neck. i'm just a simple man who likes beautiful things. that's why i chased after you.

so he greedily drank your body in, enraptured by its beauty. the fat of your thighs and hips, the curve of your stomach; the hang of your breasts and the valley between, the stretchmarks along your arms and waist. his tough was gentle and sweet, almost reverent, like a devoted worshiper before his most precious goddess.

seungcheol's mouth went to your neck, plump lips skimming alongside your skin. he went to your shoulder, biting the skin there gently.

"okay baby," he hummed, pulling back. seungcheol softly guided you to the bed, his touch still delicate. you leaned back on the bed, bracing your hands against the mattress. you bore your body to him, unconcerned momentarily with your modesty and instead enraptured by his.

his hands went to the hem of his hoodie, pulling the large article off. seungcheol's body was filled, biceps and shoulders thick. he had lost the severity of his abs in the few weeks of break, but they still lingered and drew your eyes.

"keep looking at me with those sweet eyes of yours and i'll have to fuck you until tears are coming out of them," seungcheol smirked, his hands resting on the waistband of his sweats. "but i think i'll be doing that anyways, princess."

you shifted, reaching and brushing your hair back and off of your shoulder. you glanced down at his dick without realizing it. you could see the fat imprint of it through his sweats, the sight of it making you salivate and your cunt clench.

slowly, tantalizingly, seungcheol hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants. he pulled both his pants and underwear down over his ass, past his thick thighs and then seungcheol was stepping out of them.

his dick was large and thick and red, standing at attention. he took it in his hand, hissing at the contact. you watched, enchanted, as he dragged his hand alongside the dick, coaxing precum from its tip.

"god, baby," he groaned, shutting his eyes. seungcheol took his lower lip in his mouth, sucking at it. "your fucking eyes, princess."

seungcheol played with the tip of his dick with his fingers for a moment before releasing it. then he stepped forward and to the bed, fitting his body between your legs. when he offered his fingers to you you immediately opened your mouth, accepting his fingers in.

his precum was slightly bitter to the taste, but you sucked at his fingers anyways, welcoming it.

"that's a good girl," he sighed before withdrawing his fingers. "up on the bed, princess."

you moved, dragging your knees onto the bed as to climb further up it. as soon as you were turned to seungcheol his hands were on your hips, thumbs pressing into the fat of your ass.

"fucking hell," he groaned, fingers pressing into your body. "your ass, baby. i never get tired of looking at your sweet ass, always looks so good."

he squeezed your middle once more before he released you, hands settling along the curve of your ass and guiding you up the bed. once you were at the head of it you plopped onto your back, legs immediately opening for him.

seungcheol kneeled before your body, hands settling on your knees. his eyes roamed your body, drinking you in. "you look so perfect like this, you know that? spread out on the bed for me, all bare and ready. ready for my dick, ready for me to stuff my cock inside your cute cunt."

seungcheol dipped his head, pressing a kiss to your knee. "i wish you knew how beautiful you were, baby. but if i have to spend the rest of my life convincing you, then that's what i'll do."

he glanced up at you, dark eyes piercing through your own. "if i need to spend the rest of my life fucking your cunt raw for you to be convinced, then i'll do it. gladly."

seungcheol moved from you, reaching up past your head. he grabbed a pillow, his free hand going to your hips and guiding them up so he could shift the pillow beneath them. he resumed his position of kneeling before you, hands bracing on either of your knees.

slowly, as to not strain your body too much, he began pushing your knees back and up, revealing more and more of your cunt to him. the stretch burned slightly as your muscles protested the new positions he was putting you into, but you didn't protest.

once your thighs were pressed against your chest, seungcheol stopped manipulating you. he groaned a little, eyes taking in your plush figure. "fucking gorgeous, baby."

then his hand was on his dick, pressing the fat head against your hole. your breath hitched in your throat, eyes shutting at the pressure of his dick. "cheol -- cheol, you're so big --"

he laughed breathlessly. seungcheol continued to steadily press his dick inside of you. you watched, transfixed, as your boyfriend worked his tongue around his mouth; pursed his lips; and then he was leaning over your cunt, a thick wad of spit dropping from his mouth and onto where his dickhead pressed against your hole.

you groaned, pussy clenching. seungcheol's hand went to your cunt, massaging around your hole, coaxing it to take in his fat dick. you relaxed into the bed, pleasure manifesting itself warmly in your gut at his fingertips.

seungcheol's dick slid inside. you keened, tossing your head back against the pillows as his dick split you open. he cursed, voice low in his throat, and then seungcheol was laying himself against you.

he used his weight to press your thighs close to your chest, to keep your body trapped beneath his. you were practically flat against the bed from his body, seungcheol all around you, the scent and feel of him flooding your senses.

"fuck," he hissed, lashes fluttering. "fucking so tight for me princess, so tight and warm and fucking perfect. you're so perfect, baby, so goddamn perfect for me"

his hips pressed against your ass, signifying he was fully sheathed inside. seungcheol gathered his breath as he waited for your cunt to relax around him, his large hands sliding beneath your knees and squeezing.

he turned his head, pressing a kiss to your leg. "that's a good girl," he murmured, nose brushing alongside your skin. "taking me so beautifully."

you hummed, sucking on your lower lip. you felt so incredibly full with his dick inside of you. part of you, the more animalistic part of you that was kept tucked away, wished you could feel like this all the time. wished you always had his dick balls-deep inside of you, pressing at your core and forcing your walls to accommodate him.

but, as good as warming his dick was, you wanted more. you may have been full from his cock, but you were still starving.

so you rocked your hips up as best as you could with his full weight on top of you, urging his dick in further.

"fuck," he breathed, pressing his forehead against your leg. "fuck. okay. okay, baby."

slowly seungcheol withdrew from your body. the drag of his cock against your walls had you whining, grinding up into the air in a poor attempt to put his dick back inside.

he stopped once his cockhead was tugging at your hole, looking down at the place where the two of you were joined. "shit, princess. even this part of you is beautiful."

you wanted to reach out and smack his head. instead you felt heat rise to your cheeks at his shamelessness.

"fuck me, cheol," you begged, furrowing your brow. you reached out, grabbing onto his shoulders and trying to force him closer. "please, cheol. please fuck me."

"aw," he cooed, dark eyes twinkling. "you even beg prettily. as a matter of fact --" he guided your legs as he spoke, hooking them over his broad shoulders. "-- i think i'd like you to beg a little more for me, baby. let me hear your pretty mouth."

"seungcheol," you whined, desperate. you wanted his dick back inside of you, wanted seungcheol to impale you on his dick. you wanted him to take you, wanted to feel him ravage your body. you -- "want your dick in me, cheol. want you to fuck me like -- like i'm the prettiest fucking thing and you want to make me yours."

seungcheol blanched for a moment, eyes widening at your words. then a curse escaped his mouth, and he was bracing his heads on either side of your head. he sheathed his cock back inside your cunt smoothly, without any of the caution he had exhibited earlier.

"fuck," you moaned, trying to arch up into him to no avail. his body was pressing you firmly against the bed still, leaving you no room to move about, no room to do anything other than take his dick. "fuck, please, cheol --"

he withdrew, and then he impaled you with his cock just as quickly. seungcheol moved swiftly, shoving his dick in you without any hesitance. his hips slapped against your ass hard enough to bruise them, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin ringing in your ears.

the pain of his fucking was nothing compared to the pleasure. his thick cock dragged against your walls, the head of it fat enough to hit your core with every strike. you couldn't do anything, powerless against his strength and power.

the warmth in your gut was expanding, the liquidy feel taking over your limbs and rendering them useless. you couldn't do anything, eyes rolling into the back of your head, mouth hanging with moans escaping.

"that's it pretty girl," he groaned. seungcheol moved one of his hands off of the bed, placing it around your throat. he did nothing other than flex his hand against your neck but still the action had you whining, voice going high in your throat.

"fucking sound so good," he breathed, his cock drilling into you at a horrid pace. "fucking taking my cock like a good girl. shit -- your cunt's perfect. so fucking perfect. your perfect fucking eyes, perfect hips and thighs, perfect ass and breasts. perfect -- fucking -- cunt --"

he accentuated each of his words with a well-aimed thrust into your cunt. "fucking -- made for me, all beautiful just for me."

"just --" you gasped, throat working his hand. "just for you."

"say it," he demanded, voice dark and stern. "want you to say it, pretty girl."

you squeezed your eyes shut, but he was immediately squeezing your throat in retaliation. "keep your eyes open, baby. want you to look me in the eyes and say it."

your eyes flew open at his command, mouth gaping. but you obeyed, that thick dick rendering you useless to even think about going against seungcheol. "i'm -- i'm beau -- beautiful --"

"for fucking who," he hissed, mouth in a smirk. "who are you made for, princess?"

"you!" you cried, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. you wanted to cum so badly, wanted that knot in your gut to just snap. "you, cheol! i'm beautiful just for you!"

seungcheol's smirk widened, and then his hand was squeezing against your throat. he held it, fucking into you fluidly, hand heavy on your neck.

"fucking beautiful," he agreed. seungcheol lifted his hand from your throat, and as soon as you were gulping down a lungful of air, you were cumming.

it hit you like a truck, causing your mind to blank and your breath to escape you altogether. you couldn't do anything, your cunt spasming around seungcheol's cock, trying to milk it.

"that's it," he praised you, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm. "that's a good girl."

you whined as soon as you could, chest rapidly heaving to get air back into your lungs. "cheol -- cheol, please --"

"gonna fuck my cum into you, pretty girl," he vowed, dark brows pressed together. "gonna paint your pussy with my spunk."

"please!"

seungcheol pulled out of you, drawing a loud whine from your lips in protest. but then his hands were on your hips, flinging you onto your stomach. he man-handled you, his hand settling on your shoulders and forcing them into the bed, the other hand on your hips and bringing them up and baring your ass.

his dick pierced your cunt again, the action drawing a squeal from your mouth. you couldn't -- your cunt clenched down on his dick in protest, begging for some sort of relief from his ministrations. your mouth refused to close, spit leaking freely from your lips, your tears falling from your cheeks and joining your spit to stain the pillow.

"so much," you moaned, "cheol -- it's so much --"

but then you were driving your hips back onto him, seeking out his dick.

"fuck, baby," he moaned. he placed his hands on your love handles, squeezing the flesh. then he was gripping your hips harshly, enough to leave bruises, using them to snap your body back onto his cock.

"fuckin -- so good, baby -- perfect little pussy, perfect fucking body --" he moved one of his hands from your hip, sliding it down along your back. seungcheol gripped your hair, pulling. "fucking beautiful taking my cock like this, taking it like a good girl, so perfect and beautiful and mine."

you were already sensitive from having cum twice before, so it didn't take but a handful more harsh thrusts before you were squealing, clenching around his dick. fresh tears sprung to your eyes, your shouts muffled by the pillows.

your body went completely lax in seungcheol's hold, your legs giving out. exhaustion struck you, seeping into your body and mind, muddling it all. but seungcheol carried on; he wrapped his arms around your middle, keeping you propped up so he could continue fucking you.

"gonna cum in you," he warned, nails digging into your flesh. "gonna cum and fuck it in, gonna fill you until your little pussy is drowning in my spunk --"

weakly, you clenched around him in response. seungcheol groaned, a loud thing that tore through his throat. you could feel him as he came, could feel the cum fill your cunt. seungcheol continued thrusting into you, using your body to milk his dick.

"what a good girl you are," he praised, hands releasing their severe grip on your hips. seungcheol didn't pull from you, but instead he turned your body so you were facing him. he grinned down at you before he lowered himself, laying his body on top of yours.

you hummed, pleased at the extra weight. you gathered the energy to sink one of your hands into his curls and pull, but other than that you were still, basking in your post-orgasmic state.

seungcheol pressed his face into the valley between your chest. sweat clung to both of your bodies like a second skin, but neither of you paid it any mind. especially not seungcheol as he ran his lips over your breasts, placing sweet little kisses.

"so beautiful," he murmured, eyes flicking up to yours. seungcheol's gaze was soft and sweet, adoration pouring from his very soul. "you're so beautiful, baby. i love you and your body so much. love you, adore you, cherish you. "

and when his mouth continued to travel along your body, mapping it out with his lips, you began to believe him.

[gomennasorryyy]

Inspired by this reel of Mingyu and his big, sexy back 🫶🏻

Warnings: slightly suggestive, Mingyu is shirtless, flirting, kissing 😏, hickeys 😏😏. Not proof read.

Synopsis: Mingyu is a morning person. Reader is a Mingyu person.

Criminal. It was criminal for Mingyu to look this good at 7:23 A.M in the morning. Why was he up so early on a Saturday anyways? Who bakes brownies that early? On a weekend. Then again, your boyfriend was the biggest morning person you’ve ever met. Him baking brownies at the ass crack of dawn was not so out of the ordinary.

“Good morning.” He shoots a debonair smile your way.

“It is not. I do not appreciate being woken up early on the weekend.” You walk up behind him, arms settling around his extremely slutty waist. “I don’t care if it’s because of a sexy, six foot two, shirtless man baking brownies in my kitchen.”

“Dang it. Thought I’d get a handicap.”

“Nope.” You trail kisses up his back. “You’re hot, you know that?”

He chuckles. “What’s gotten into you today?”

“What? Can’t a girl compliment her boyfriend?”

“No, no, compliment away.”

Your hands didn’t hesitate to wander. Mingyu was quite nice to look at. Nicer even, to touch. Your fingers smooth up his very toned stomach, over his chest before cupping the curve of his shoulders. Touch feather-light, descending down the rippling muscles of his back. You could swear you felt him shiver.

“Very touchy this morning, aren’t we?” He says, finally turning around so you could loop your arms around his neck. His hands come to rest on your hips.

“What can I say, you’re very touchable.” You reach up on the tips of your toes, waiting for him to close the distance.

“Mm, is that so?” He says, eyes trained on your lips as he meets you halfway.

The kiss is slow yet sloppy, borderline desperate as both of you kiss the other like they’re going to vanish if you stop. You pull his lower lip between your teeth and he groans. “How about we take this party to the sofa?”

He smiles against your lips, “Yes, and the brownies will just bake themselves.”

You scoff. He presses a couple more kisses to your lips before turning back around and spooning the batter into a baking pan. As he closes the oven door, his hands find their way onto your waist again. “I believe you said something about a party.” His hands lower to the back of your thighs and he pats them twice. You jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist and he moves to a clean part of the kitchen island, setting you down.

Your hands find his hair as he leaves wet kisses on your jaw and down your neck, sucking hickeys into your collarbones. You arch into him as his hands make their way under your shirt, sliding up and down your sides and back. Mingyu pulls you even closer, your legs tightening around his waist.

Your hands wander all over him, up and down his arms, squeezing his shoulders, sliding down his chest and stomach. He seems to like it as he lets out the occasional moan into your mouth. Your fingers hook into the waistband of his shorts and you hear his breath hitch as you pull it and it snaps against his hip.

You break apart for air, resting your forehead against his. He looks straight into your eyes, with the occasional glance down at your lips. He looks pretty; hair tousled, lips pink and slightly swollen, and a slight flush on his cheeks. You kiss him shortly, chuckling as he chases your lips when you pull apart.

Hopping off the counter, you let your pinky intertwine with his for a moment before letting go, making your way back to the bedroom.

“How about a walk once your brownies are done?”

He grins. “I’d like that.”

“Put a shirt on, sexy.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’m afraid we won’t make it far from the living room.” You wink at him before disappearing behind the bedroom door.

[gomennasorryyy]

natural

PAIRING: joshua hong x reader GENRE: established relationship, fluff WC: 328 WARNING: reader is overthinking

Joshua knows all the way to that pretty head of yours. The way you think, the way you overthink, the way you play out every scenario. So when you fell quiet after he finished his story about his coworkers, he was already on his way to hold you.

"Do you still love me?" you muttered.

"Of course I love you" he smiled. His hands come up, sandwiching your face in between his palms. It's not the first time you've asked such a question, and he's never tired of assuring you that he loves you still. "Loving you is natural, darling," he coos.

Natural is a fitting word. Joshua breathes adoration for you, his hands are made perfectly to carry your heart and keep it from breaking, his heartbeat is your mantra to go through the day, and his smile is your safe haven from the harsh world.

Joshua presses a kiss on your lips, distracting you from all the train thoughts of the future's what-ifs.

"I love you, do you hear me?" he asks. If he could, he wants to have half of your worry, or better yet, make it disappear. Because you deserve all of the love in the world despite whatever people (or the voices in your head) say.

"I love you," he said again, brushing his nose with yours. He finds it easy to say that word out loud, it rolls out of his tongue almost instantly whenever you cross his mind. He doesn't even have to try.

"I love love love love love you," he said with such tenderness. He doesn't mind repeating that word, doesn't mind whispering it in your ear when you're half asleep in his arms, doesn't mind if he had to say only that word for the rest of his life.

And it helps you to relax that he loves you equally as much, if not more than you do him.

"I love you, Shua. I love you beyond words."

a/n. this was inspired by YoungK's song - Natural like that song is so soft and makes me feel loved:")

[gomennasorryyy]

ᡣ𐭩 life with doctor!bf jeonghan be like ᯓ★ :

☆ doctor!bf jeonghan who after a long shift, loves coming home and pulling you close, whispering about how much he missed you, making sure you feel his warmth.

☆ doctor!bf jeonghan who enjoys teasing you about needing a “doctor’s check-up,” his eyes sparkling with something more than a little teasing as he pulls you into his lap.

☆ doctor!bf jeonghan who when is working late, sends you flirty texts or calls, hinting at how he can’t wait to get home and show you how much he missed you.

☆ doctor!bf jeonghan who sometimes brings his stethoscope home and playfully suggests listening to your heartbeat, saying it’s his favorite sound (please we all know what he trynna do, boi aint that slick 😏)

☆ doctor!bf jeonghan who loves surprising you at work with lunch, leaning in close to whisper something sweet and a little naughty in your ear, leaving you blushing.

☆ doctor!bf jeonghan who plans romantic dinners at home, complete with candles and your favorite dishes, ending the night with slow dances that turn more intimate.

☆ doctor!bf jeonghan who has a habit of brushing his fingers against your skin, whether it’s on your arm, cheek, or lower back, always making you feel cherished.

☆ doctor!bf jeonghan who jokingly gives you “doctor’s orders” to relax and enjoy his company, often leading to cozy nights in with massages and moreeeeee.

☆ doctor!bf jeonghan who after a long day, he suggests showering together, claiming it’s the best way to unwind, his hands skillfully massaging your shoulders, back and *clears throat* yeah! umm just shoulders and back…puss-

☆ doctor!bf jeonghan who wakes you up with soft kisses and whispered sweet nothings, his touch lingering as he suggests staying in bed a little longer.

☆ doctor!bf jeonghan who leaves flirty, suggestive notes where you’ll find them throughout the day, always making you smile and think of him.

☆ doctor!bf jeonghan who loves standing close behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and nuzzling your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

☆ doctor!bf jeonghan who uses his medical knowledge in playful ways, like lightly tracing your veins and joking about how he’s memorized every inch of you.

☆ doctor!bf jeonghan who during quiet moments, whispers promises of future together and intimate nights, making sure you know how much he looks forward to being with you.

☆ doctor!bf jeonghan who’s gaze often lingers on you, filled with admiration and desire, making you feel like the most beautiful person in the room, no matter where you are.

shoutout to @armycarat2612 for this amazing idea!!! thank you so much bae 🫶🫶

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[gomennasorryyy]

the urge to get your laptop is strong now. the only thing stronger is seungcheol’s arms around you, keeping you in bed. somehow, you think he knows you too well despite the fact he’s been asleep for an hour and has no way of knowing that you’re—

“write it down and look it up tomorrow,” he mumbles, curling his arms tighter around you. “you’re not getting back up.”

okay. maybe this man does know you too well considering he’s awake enough to know exactly what’s going through your head. “but cheollie—”

he’s not fooled by your pouting. “you can research tomorrow,” he tugs you closer. “we’re cuddling tonight.”

okay. fine. you do grab your phone and jot everything you need to know down in your notes app. then you turn over after he loosens his grasp on you enough for you to do so. “happy?”

he smiles at you, snuggling into your arms. “very. i love your big brain,” he presses a chaste kiss against your neck. “but one of us has to keep our sleep schedules from getting messed up again.”

and it has to be him. you’d get carried away with another thing to research thoroughly otherwise. “yeah, yeah… thank you, cheollie.”

“tell me about it in the morning.” and he means it as a promise to listen. seungcheol could listen to you talk about different cereal brands if it meant he could see the way your eyes light up when you get passionate. you love the way he doesn’t stop you unless he has to. your passions are safe with him, another little thing he can use to dig himself deeper in love with you.

so you just kiss the crown of his head. “i will. thank you, cheollie.”

and he just chuckles, squeezing you once. “i love you, too.”

[gomennasorryyy]

Use Me 2

pairing; lee seokmin (dk - dokyeom) x afab reader

genre; smut (minors dni), filth, honestly this is a lot

warnings; mean dom!seokmin, dom/sub dynamics, color system, unprotected sex, fingering, ring on fingers while fingering, brief oral (f receiving), breast play, ice play, spit play, hands bound, praise, degradation, reader called whore and slut, comments about the reader being in heat, humiliation, dacryphilia, rough sex, sudden change in personality after the scene is complete, aftercare implied and talked about, trust established

request; yes

w/c; 3.4k and some change

a/n; this was requested by several people but i don't really have an ask to attach it to. enjoy.

use me part 1

Seokmin’s fingers unlace with yours as he closes the bedroom door, a smile on his lips as she watches you move into the room. The black dress reaches just above your knees, tight around your hips, the end swaying when you walk before turning and walking backwards. No hint of nerves visible on your face though Seokmin knows what is going to happen tonight as he brings his hands to the tie around his neck and starts to loosen it, a smirk taking the place of his gentle smile. 

“Did you have a good night angel?” You nod and Seokmin nods in return as you watch his hands, the way they flex, the veins that run along the back of his hand becoming visible and you know that if his shirt and jacket were out of the way the veins would extend up his forearms so deliciously. You lick your lips and Seokmin laughs, almost darkly, enjoying this new little game the two of you had started to play regularly. 

“What are you thinking about?” You laugh and Seokmin moves towards you as his tie rests around his neck untied now. His hands undo the first three buttons of his crisp white button down before he pushes his black suit jacket off his shoulders and down his arms placing it over the back of a chair. You sit on the side of the bed watching him carefully as he undoes the buttons of his sleeves and pushes them up exposing the forearms you were just thinking about making you suck on your bottom lip as you rub your thighs together. 

“Several things but right now? Your arms, how good you look in this suit.” Seokmin raises a brow stepping up to your legs placing one leg between your knees before tilting your head back by placing his index finger against your chin before he runs his thumb along your bottom lip pushing it against your teeth lightly. “Is that so? Are you ready to play with me? Hm? Are you, my sweet little angel, ready to be my little whore?” 

At the name ‘whore’ Seokmin’s grip on your chin changes and his touch becomes rougher. His thumb sliding into your mouth pressing down on your tongue as you close your eyes and gasp into a soft moan before you open your eyes and look up at him with a nod as you try to close your legs but remember that his leg is between your knees keeping them parted just enough. 

“Yes I am.” Seokmin glances down at your legs as you speak, tilting his head with a small scoff. “Then why would you try to close these delicious legs? When you know I’m going to want them spread for me soon?” You lick your lips as his thumb slides along your chin before he takes his hand away from you and steps back. “Stand up and turn your back to me. Let’s see how well you listen.” 

You take a breath and stand up on unsteady legs as you hear Seokmin walk away from you and the door to the room open. You start to glance over your shoulder but hear a tsk. “Not off to a good start. Don’t turn around until I tell you.” You nod and look down at your hands as you listen to the sound of his steps becoming distant before you can’t hear them anymore for a moment. The urge to look for him is strong but the will to please him when you are in this play space is even more present. 

Seokmin moves back into the bedroom pleased to see you still in the place he had left you. A breathy sound of approval leaves his lips as he moves to sit something on the nightstand before you feel his hand run along the back of your neck as he smirks. “I knew you could listen to simple commands. That is good to know, baby.” You shiver at his touch as his cold rings against your skin as his fingers trail down to your back so he can catch the top of your zipper pulling it down slowly as he listens to you gasp. 

“So responsive tonight. Are you that excited? Hmm?” You suck on your bottom lip as you feel his fingers splay against your lower back briefly before he moves his hands to your shoulder pushing the straps of your dress down your arms as he hooks his pinkies under the other side to not let your dress fall too quickly. You close your eyes as he controls every part of the experience. Seokmin takes a single step closer to you, his body warmth radiating against you as you feel his gentle breath against your ear when his hands reach your wrists and he drops the dress completely, letting it pool at your feet. 

His hands run along your arms causing you to want to lean your head back against him but you wouldn’t dare right now. Any other time, if you were making love, if this was a normal day, you know he’d gladly accept you into his arms but you had asked for something different tonight. Fingers gently press against your neck as Seokmin smirks, leaning your head back, not quite as far as you were thinking in your head but just enough that he can brush his lips against your jaw. His eyes are drinking in the top of your breast over your lace bra as he runs his free hand over your ribs just under your breast. 

“Walk backwards, out of your dress.” You nod and whine softly as he tightens his hand on your throat, the cold bands on his fingers barely biting into your skin deliciously as he moves you towards the nightstand. His hand under your breast moving around your back, you feel his fingers work over the clasp of your bra before the freeing feeling of the band falling loose as he undoes it. 

Seokmin nips at your jaw with a groan as he presses his hips towards your ass letting you feel his bulge in his dress pants only briefly before his hand drops from your throat to move to your breast tugging down the lace cup so he can grasp at your bare flesh. The man behind you laughs when you moan softly at his touch, his mouth moving to your ear as he takes in a breath before speaking. “Such sweet moans from my pretty little slut.” 

You smile at his words before daring to glance over at him watching him bite his bottom lip when he flicks his eyes from your eyes to your lips and back. “I want your back against the wall, hands above your head. Surely you can do that.” You nod and Seokmin lets you go only to stop you as you start to walk away so he can pull your bra from your body before letting you move to the space next to the nightstand, putting you back against the wall. 

Seokmin glances at the delicate lace piece in his hand before smirking as he tosses it over his shoulder before watching you stand against the wall, your back slightly arched. His brow raises when he glances to your hands and gestures his own outwards as he waits. “Is your pretty little brain cloudy? Are there only thoughts of being fucked in there? Darling I promise I am going to fuck you stupid but I need you to do as you are told. Don’t make me upset.” You put your hands against the wall and run along the wall until you put them above your head close together making him nod. “See that wasn’t so hard.” 

You watch as he pulls at the tie draped around his neck pulling it into his hand as he moves towards you, his eyes moving from your face to your wrists as he trails his fingers along your forearms until he grasps your wrists and looks back down at you. “Fingers laced.” Nodding, you bite at your bottom lip making Seokmin smirk to one side before he looks back at your wrist before he uses his tie to bind them together. “Keep your arms up until I say differently.” 

Seokmin watches you nod before he thumbs at your bottom lip pulling it from your teeth as he laughs taking a step back. “From now on when I ask you a question I want you to use your words. You can do that can’t you?” You start to nod but when his brow shoots up you lick your lips and speak. “Yes I can.” Seokmin smiles and raises both brows teasingly before nodding. “Good. Here let me help you with these, darling. I’m sure they are soaked anyway.” 

You sigh and lean your head back feeling your cheeks get warm as Seokmin’s hands move to your hips so he can push your panties down your legs before helping you step out of them. Seokmin laughs as you finally meet his eyes when he shows you the panties before dropping them off the tip of his index finger. “Such a fire in your eyes, when you are the one who asked for this. Color?” 

“Green, very green.” Seokmin smiles at your words and nods moving to your left side to pick up what he had left on the nightstand which you see for the first time, a glass of ice water. “I’m glad, I’d hate to stop now. You are dripping onto your thighs like you are in heat. Are you? Hm? Are you burning up for me?” You watch him get closer to you, one hand holding the glass as he moves slightly to the side placing the glass to your lips. “Drink.” 

The cold water enters your mouth and you close your eyes as you lean your head back letting it run down your throat but he pours it too fast causing it to spill around the glass. When you gasp, the cold water running along your chin, down your neck, and over your breasts, Seokmin groans softly and pulls the glass back giving you a faux apologetic look as you lick your lips. “I got eager.” 

You shake your head but Seokmin grabs your cheeks with one hand making you moan at his sudden movement when he leans your head back against the wall leaning to run his warm tongue along your neck collecting a drip of the water. “Mmm…I swear your skin is on fire. We need to cool you down.” You half smirk and pull against the tie as you watch him dip his fingers into the ice water before picking out an ice cube showing it to you. 

Seokmin first runs the ice along your lips before pulling it away when you open your mouth expecting him to feed it to you. “Ah, I said your skin. So greedy. Here I am, trying to be helpful…” You whine out a moan as he runs the ice cube between your breasts before he circles one and then the other slowly. Cold water runs along your stomach as the ice melts against your skin and Seokmin smirks at your reaction as he speaks. “And you just can’t be patient.” Seokmin looks down at the ice cube seeing it all but gone before he pops it into his mouth with a groan as he moves to get another from the glass as you squirm slightly against the wall. 

“Don’t move.” You sigh and he laughs giving you a look at your impatience. “Tell me, my impatient little whore. Where are you the hottest? Where are you burning the most? Is it here?” You gasp for a breath as he circles your left nipple with the ice before repeating it to your right tilting his head as he admires how beautiful your breasts are before speaking. “Or is it lower?” 

Your thighs rub together, your ankles crossing as Seokmin runs the ice along your stomach before he looks into your eyes as he cups your pussy pressing the ice against your hot folds. “Oh baby….I think I found the source.” You whine out his name and Seokmin smirks before leaning in to kiss your lips sweetly. “Open your mouth since you want to whine so much.” 

Seokmin watches you lips open for him and he nods as he uses two fingers to slide the ice along your folds gently as your knees bend but he moves with you. “Good girl, now show me that tongue.” When you extend your tongue out Seokmin meets your eyes again before he spits onto your tongue making you moan before you pull your tongue back into your mouth swallowing it down with your own. 

“Damn.” Seokmin watches your eyes close in bliss as he moves his fingers and the ice from you before he pops the ice into his mouth with a groan to the taste before he licks his fingers. “Arms in front of you.” You open your arms as you slowly lower your bound hands in front of your hips under Seokmin’s watchful gaze as he takes a step backwards, his hands moving to undo the rest of his shirt as he tugs it from his dress pants that were far too tight at this point. 

“What a pretty little whore I have. Sit on the bed and wait for me.” He watches as you move from the wall and take your seat back on the side of the bed facing him as he pulls his shirt from his arms placing it with his jacket before he starts to undo his pants in no rush as you watch your bound hands in your lap as your chest rises and falls quickly showing your excitement. Seokmin can’t help but to smile as he glances down as he pushes his pants down his thighs before stepping out of them. 

You moan softly drawing his attention as he raises a brow and laughs only to notice your thighs brushing against one another. “Eager little slut. Spread your legs, I said to wait for me. Is watching me undress that good?” You nod and he raises his brows expecting you to speak. “Yes it is. You look so good.” Seokmin scoffs and watches you spread your legs making him suck in a breath as he watches your folds separate very slightly. He licks his lips and forces himself to look at your face as he removes his briefs kicking them to the side. 

“You flatter me. Do you think your flattery will get you somewhere?” When you smirk, Seokmin laughs darkly and moves towards you grabbing your hands pushing them up towards your chest as he leans you back on the bed standing between your spread legs. “You were saying?”

You gasp as he slides your hands high letting you adjust your arms so they are back over your head as he holds them by the tie wrapped around your wrist as he hovers over your face. “I think…that you like compliments, Seokmin. Especially when we play.” The man laughs again and tilts his head studying you as he rolls his hips over yours letting his hard cock pressed up against your throbbing core as you whine under him. 

“Do I? Do you know what I know about you, my little whore?” Your eyes roll back when he reaches between your bodies to run his fingers over your folds, his cold rings running over your sensitive skin before he slides two fingers into you up to his second knuckle. “I know that as much as you enjoy praise you love being degraded even more. Humiliated even.” You moan his name when you hear the sounds of your wet pussy around his fingers and Seokmin groans leaning back to look between your legs. 

“Shh shh, listen to that. How fucking soaked you are.” Your cheeks burn at the lewd sound and Seokmin’s groan into the sound of him sucking on his teeth as he rolls his thumb over your clit making your body jerk. “You are sucking my fingers back in, everything about you is just inherently greedy. You just can’t help it can you?” You shake your head no and whine as he pushes you towards your first orgasm so quickly. “Are you gonna cum for me? Cum around just my fingers?” 

“Yes. Oh my god please?” Seokmin groans rolling his eyes back at how you beg and whine for his permission before he thrusts his fingers into your pussy deeper making you cry out his name as you are overwhelmed with pleasure. Your eyes squeeze shut tightly as you orgasm, your thighs shaking as you cum, and a gasp falling from your lips. “That’s it. So fucking pretty when you cum for me.” When he pulls his fingers from you it is so sudden you almost want to cry but he replaces them with his cock so quickly you scream out his name instead. 

Seokmin’s mouth moves to your throat as he gasps into a moan at how you clench around him so tightly. His hand on the tie around your wrist shaking from how hard he is gripping it until he looks up to undo the bind letting you have use of your hands once again. His other hand moving to grab on to your thigh pulling you closer so he can thrust into you even deeper and harder making you cry out at the intensity. “Put your legs around me.” 

You whine out a yes and wrap your legs around his waist as Seokmin puts his knee on the bed and grabs your ass to lift your hip so he can pull you up to meet his thrusts each time. The sound of his hips meeting yours is only matched by your gasp each time his cock is buried in you. “Listen to you now baby. Breathless…panting. Fuck!” Seokmin loses his resolve as your walls clench around him as he pushes you closer to another orgasm, your nails scratching over his biceps as you close your eyes tightly again, tears of bliss running down your cheeks. 

A shudder runs through Seokmin was you orgasm for the second time, your body trembling under him, your cum coating his cock with each hard thrust as he watches the tears run down your soft skin and he can’t help himself but to lean in and run his tongue over your cheek with a groan to the salty taste. Your moan as you lean your head back sending him over the edge as he presses his lips to yours spilling into you with a final hard thrust that makes your entire body vibrate. 

Seokmin’s tongue glides along yours as one of his hands slides along your neck and into your hair as most of the tension is released from both of your bodies. The mood in the room changes almost instantly as his hand moves to run over your thigh around his waist. Seokmin groans on your lips before he laughs and moves his kisses to your jaw and then your neck as you moan softly into a sigh, your hands running through his hair before he slowly slides from you body and works his kisses over your chest as you laugh this time. 

“Seokmin…” He groans into a questioning sound and you moan again when his lips run between your legs over your clit making your legs jerk before he looks up at you and smiles brighter than he had since walked into the room. “I can’t help myself, you are fucking delicious. Did I hurt you?” You shake your head no and reach for him, taking his arm so you can pull him back towards you as he grins. 

“No, I mean I will probably be sore tomorrow, but so fucking worth it.” Seokmin wrinkles his nose and sighs, kissing you softly again before shrugging. “I’ll massage you to make up for it and right now I’ll run you a bath because I know that will help with how rough I was.” You whine as he pulls away and he whines playfully back at you but blows you a kiss over his shoulder as you shake your head. You run your hand through your hair and blow out a breath as you try to let you brain catch up with how well Seokmin was getting at playing this little game. 

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sidewalks we crossed [side A: you.]

i started writing this over a year ago and never got around to finishing it; it’s meant to be a three-part thing. so maybe if i post the first part, i’ll be inspired to finish the rest. this wasn’t written to be shared with the public, mostly just for myself (which is why some of it can be cringey), but here we are anyway. hehe. happy birthday lee jihoon! 태어나줘서 고마워!

pairing: lee jihoon/woozi (seventeen) x f!reader

genre: romance, fluff

summary: an accidental like, an off-chance comment, a purposeful message. you were in an unrequited love with your childhood best friend and decided to run away from him and your feelings and years later you find yourself in the same city with the same feelings when he stalks your instagram.

rating: 13+

length: 23k (LOL)

tags: idol!jihoon, childhood friend!reader, unrequited love (but not really), reconnection through instagram, this is just different scenes pieced together (including a ton of flashbacks), reader’s nicknames are all bug-themed, reader has depression and it manifests as suicidal ideation sometimes, this is basically real life (aka seventeen exists and debuted 150526), but the years are a little bit off for the trainee period, jihoon left busan later and trained for shorter for the sake of my story hehe, cursing, pining, mamamoo + ateez are the besties of reader, member x member pairings, jihoon and reader are both dumbasses, reader is extremely book smart but has one brain cell when it comes to romantic feelings, jihoon writes music like he’s been divorced 12x, word genius lee jihoon, idk how doctoral degrees work, i only got my masters and it was a non-thesis track lol, also idk how trainee auditions work either, miss communication is a lady we all know too well, super cute soft shit too tho tbh, no beta we die like men, i spent 5 hours trying to format this for tumblr and i’m still unsure

inspired by “drivers license” by olivia rodrigo and “what kind of future?” by woozi

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Read All About It

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: humor, smut, touches of fluff

Summary: Anonymous Life and Sex writer, Not Carrie Bradshaw, takes on a 30-day challenge with her boyfriend, Min. How wild fans would go to find out they're none other than Kim Mingyu and his girlfriend?

Warnings: established relationship, idol! Mingyu, non-idol! Writer! reader, nothing explicit, mentions of: sex toys (handcuffs, cock ring, vibrator, butt plug), multiple sex positions, periods, role-play, oral sex, watching porn, phone sex, drinking, stripping.

Length: ~3k

Note: based on this reddit challenge. also i love sex and the city & cosmo and what would be more fun than being a sex column writer? y'all are more than welcome to send me asks with a day from this and i'll write the full scene

and I promise I'll start my new years resolution after this @wonustars hehe

This blog is intended for 18+ only! MDNI or you'll be blocked!

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Not Carrie Bradshaw Posted a New Article!

The Epic Highs and Lows of a 30 Day Sex Challenge

Reader,

When one’s job is to write about their sex life, things in the bedroom can sometimes feel a bit sterile. Or at least performative given that most of the new things me and my boyfriend try are at the whim of this blog. 

I cannot count the times we have stopped mid-coitus to review instructions for whatever position, hack, or toy I've been tasked with trying.

Unfortunately, that isn’t about to change anytime soon.

In a deep dive on the internet I found a new 30 day challenge meant to shake things up. Each day comes with a prompt meant to explore new boundaries and reignite the spark. We’ve tried many things, but a thirty day sex marathon has yet to be explored.

My boyfriend, who we all lovingly know as Min, wants everyone to know this is the best day of his life. Which is crazy because he said the same thing when our usual coffee shop gave him a free drink on his birthday. I’m flattered to rank so highly.

Snaps for me.

The rules are simple.

Each partner can modify/replace the activity for two of the days of their choosing before the challenge starts. No edits after the challenge begins.

Each partner gets two VETO days in which they can choose to just have sex and bypass a specific day’s activity.

Partners can also add anything to the list if both partners agree.

Periods, holidays, business travel will be treated as “pause” if necessary.

If a day is missed, an extra day will be added to the challenge, increasing the challenge length from 30, 31, 32, and so on. The challenge will not exceed 40 days.

The goal is to push your comfort zone and try something new. If a partner is uncomfortable with a challenge and they no longer have an edit or VETO, they can borrow a partner's VETO. In this case, the partner who gives up a VETO gets to pick the new activity.

Condoms and birth control should be used when desired or required.

Without further ado, let’s get cracking.

Day 1—Have sex at a time other than before bed. Lunchtime romp, morning sex, or after work workout.

Reader,

It is a beautiful day when you can tell your boss you’ll be late to the office because you’re working on a new article. And by working on a new article, I mean having sex with your boyfriend first thing in the morning.

Min isn’t a morning person but the promise of some sweet loving while the sun rises had him at attention at a whopping 6:00 AM.

How romantic to set an alarm for the sole purpose of boinking.

Today’s grade: A

Day 2— Browse a list, book of sex positions, or watch a Kama Sutra video together. Pick a few new positions to try. Be sure to tell your partner what you think looks enjoyable and why. Stick to the easy stuff. No point getting an injury on day 2.

Reader.

My boyfriend is an idiot.

I say that with the most sincere amount of love and admiration I possibly can! But the prompt said to stick to the easy stuff and his definition of easy and the universal definition are much farther apart than I thought.

If you’re unfamiliar with the wheelbarrow position, just imagine the most ridiculous thing you could do naked. Add on the fact that you have limited upper body strength, your partner gets tunnel vision when you're naked, and you have hardwood floors.

Reader, I ate shit. And possibly gave myself a concussion.

Take this as a cautionary tale. Even if your boyfriend is a muscle pig like mine, he cannot prevent Murphy’s Law.

Thankfully, Min made up for the blunder with some classic missionary and we called it a day.

Today’s grade: B-

Day 3—Have sex twice in a day.

Reader,

Day three and I’m already tired. Min and I argued the logistics of this one because how far apart do the two instances need to be to count separately. Surely if we do the naked tango, take a break for snacks, and then come back, it counts as two rounds but not two different instances of sex.

All that to say is Min woke me up at the ass crack of dawn (no small feat) to eat me out. And then after work I returned the favor.

Today’s grade: B+

Day 4—Read erotica together before sex. Find good erotica online and each pick a short story.

Reader,

Neither of us could even make it past the first line of our stories. 

Today’s Grade: F

Day 5—Shower sex. Be extra soapy but use caution. Water based lube (not shower water or soap) is advised.

Reader,

I’ll cut to the chase. I vetoed this day. Shower sex, in this humble writer’s opinion, is one of the most romanticized types of sex there is. Surely there is something to be said for two (or more, no shame) people naked, soaped up, fucking in the steam. There is also something to be said about freezing your tits off because your boyfriend is a huge baby that hogs all the hot water but I digress!

I vetoed shower sex BUT I replaced it with a wet t-shirt contest. My boyfriend won.

And so did I.

Today’s grade: A++

Day 6— Full body massage before initiating sex.

Reader,

Min wants you to know that he counts this day as an A because he got a massage. I count it as a C because the only reason he got the massage is due to a pulled muscle in his back from the gym and his mastery of puppy dog eyes.

We also didn’t have sex.

Today’s grade: F

Day 7— Quickie. 10 minutes or less. Try someplace/time fun. Example: while preparing breakfast standing in the kitchen. Bonus Play: Two or more in a day.

Reader,

I woke up to the scarlet monster iykwim. Min said he didn’t care if I didn’t. 

I did in fact care. 

I sent him to work with a blowjob and a smile on his face.

He came home with ice cream and take out.

Maybe I’ll put a ring on his finger.

Today’s grade: A+ (this scale is subjective)

Day 8—Road trip. Park, make out and have car sex. Option: go home for sex afterwards. Don’t break the law. Maybe just do it in the car in the garage.

Reader,

If you read yesterday’s entry, then you understand why we decided against car sex. But getting felt up in the back of my boyfriend’s car in the parking garage made me feel young again so we came back upstairs, put a towel down, and did the deed.

Today’s grade: B

Day 9—Sex while seated on chair or sofa, facing each other and facing away.

Reader,

It feels like this is becoming more of my boyfriend’s blog than mine. Reverse cowgirl is his new favorite and he encourages all of you to try it. Even if you tap out after five minutes like I did.

“Best five minutes of my life.” - Min

Today’s grade: A-

Day 10—Sensual oil massage before sex. Towels or old sheets recommended

Reader,

Tonight was my turn for the sex massage and it was worth the wait. Min insisted on playing sexy masseuse and surprisingly, it did it for me.

Today’s grade: A+++

Day 11— Oral Sex only. Tell your partner what works and keep at it until you both orgasm. No 69.

Reader,

First day off the rag and I came out swinging. Honestly, we could have counted this as day seven.

Today’s Grade: A

Day 12—Let her dominate. Tell your partner what you want. Bonus Play: Ropes or handcuffs

Reader,

If you read my blog before this challenge you know this is our normal. But we went for the bonus and finally busted out the fuzzy handcuffs given to me at a friend’s bachelorette party.

They turned out to be pretty sturdy.

Today’s grade: A

Day 13—She brings him to orgasm, no intercourse, hands, mouth, and body only. Bonus Play: Use breast or feet to bring partner to orgasm.

Reader,

Reading feet in the prompt made me gag. It made Min gag. So we decided to skip and go to a nice dinner instead.

Except when I have a glass of wine I turn into a stripper named Candy and my boyfriend is my number one customer. We completed the prompt but then had sex so points off.

Today’s grade: B

Day 14—Find a new place in the house for sex. Kitchen, bath, living room, chair, sofa, floor, etc.

Reader,

When we moved into our apartment, we christened every single room. Even the laundry. I think we spent more time trying to figure out where we hadn’t done it than actually doing it. But turns out the closet in the guest room had never been graced with our presence. 

Until today.

Today’s grade: A

Day 15—Each partner brings self to an orgasm seated in front of partner on bed. Same time is ideal. Share what you are feeling. Use what you like. Observe and learn.

Reader, 

Min is an attention whore. And for good reason! He is a tall drink of water I parade around town daily.

So combining his two favorite things (jerking off and being fawned over), we were doomed from the start.

Unfortunately, I forgot what I was supposed to be doing halfway through because fawning over my boyfriend is my full time job.

Today’s grade: B

Day 16—Advanced level Kama Sutra. Find two or three challenging positions to try. Again, avoid injury.

Reader,

Call back to day 2. For the safety of myself and our floors, I vetoed and Min agreed.

We spent the night watching Love Island and trying to copy their accents instead. In some cultures, this counts as foreplay.

Today’s grade: D-

Day 17— Add toys into your love making. Vibrators, dildos, cock rings, beads and ticklers. This session is all about finding what works. Bonus Play: We-Vibe or other shared sex toys.

Reader,

Min has been replaced by a demon.

Before starting this challenge, I sent him a link to the Reddit post and he replied with a string of emojis so akin to a college fuck boy I thought someone stole his phone. I also thought he'd just skim the post rather than read it in full.

So imagine my surprise when I came home to find he bought several toys in preparation and hid them until tonight.

We already have a diverse collection of sex related goodies courtesy of my job but Min decided we needed to expand our repertoire. A butt plug and a cock ring were my new gifts (who says romance is dead) and I give them both five stars.

Today’s grade: A

Day 18— Watch porn together. Movie or 30 minutes minimum. Bonus Play: Masturbate (self or partner) or have sex while watching. Start with something safe if you have never watched before. Find a good “Couples Porn” video or visit sites like X-Art.

Reader,

Watching porn with your boyfriend is not for the faint of heart.

If you remember a few weeks ago, we filmed our own little home movie which was not as sexy as you might think. Min wanted to watch it since we haven't watched it together yet; but, I refuted on the basis that we're meant to be trying new things.

I don't think the video we settled on went any better.

I spent the entire time laughing at the cheesy dialogue, eye rolling (not the sexy way) at the embellished moans, or concerned for the poor girl on screen having muscle pain from the insane positions she was able to twist herself in.

I can’t imagine the appeal of fucking someone with their leg behind their head but Min said I’d never have to worry about it because neither of us are that flexible to begin with. He had a semi though so I think he’s secretly fantasizing about me being a circus contortionist.

He’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight.

We decided not to go for the bonus and kept our hands to ourselves and out of our pants. I believe the entire prompt for today was an exercise in trauma bonding. Nothing brings people together like bad porn!

Today’s grade: C+

Day 19—Sex without intercourse. Hands, body, toys, mouths. Both must orgasm.

Reader,

Min was out of town for work so we skipped due to logistics. Distance makes the heart grow fonder.

Today’s grade: F

Day 20–Share fantasies today by email. (warning, do not use work email) Pick one to play out. Bonus Play: costumes.

Reader,

Min is still out of town so this worked out well. What didn’t work out is my boyfriend’s inability to take anything seriously. We made emails especially for this with the hope we could delete them after so there was no digital footprint of such ridiculousness. That’s where the jokes started.

My boyfriend went with the humble: bigdickswinger

To my poetic: cockdestroyer69

We couldn’t send more than two messages before dissolving into dick jokes and pretending to be long lost royalty in need of a small loan of a million dollars.

Today’s grade: F

Day 21—Visit a sex store together. You both must make a purchase. Sex toys, sex games, videos, or books.

Reader,

The last thing we need is more sex toys. In fact, we could Marie Kondo our sex toys. Nipple clamps do not spark joy.

“Speak for yourself.” - Min.

Today’s grade: F

Day 22— He brings her to orgasm, no intercourse. Hands, mouth, toys only

Reader,

What a time to be alive when bluetooth vibrators and cell phones exist. 

Today’s grade: A+

Day 23—Take a breather… enjoy a night of just sex

Reader,

Min got back this morning but was too tired to change out of his airport clothes let alone for some hanky panky. I count this as one of his vetoes.

Today’s grade: F

Day 24—Sex game… dice, spinner, or app. Find something fun to play.

Reader,

I refuse to buy sexy dice. Not sure why that’s the hill I’m prepared to die on but I’m dead.

Instead, we used a random generator website I wouldn’t recommend because the first three rolls were “tickle feet,” until I got “tease breasts” and “rub lips.”

We did none of those things and settled for ol’ reliable (doggy) and passing out.

Today’s grade: C

Day 25— Slow it down sex. Fuck at ¼ speed. This is a marathon, slow and steady. 45 Minutes+ or until you both have had one or more orgasms.

Reader,

This has been my favorite day so far.

Maybe because Min is easy to rile up and it was fun to remind him that we had to go slow.

It helps that we both had a long weekend and took a staycation at a hotel. Something about having sex in a hotel feels dirty (probably because that's where the porn from day 18 was filmed) but in a good way.

Today’s grade: B+

Day 26—Let him dominate. He’s in charge, do what he says. Bonus Play: Ropes or handcuffs

Reader,

Min got his comeuppance.

Note to self: check is bag for fuzzy handcuffs next time we go on a trip.

Today’s grade: A

Day 27—Dinner out with under the table touching. Nothing illegal! Then go home or hotel for sex.

Reader,

I think giving your boyfriend a handy over the pants is illegal by default. And slipping my panties into his pocket after running to the bathroom was morally questionable at best. 

Night three of hot hotel sex.

Today’s grade: A

Day 28—Multiple Orgasm Day. Have a few minutes cool down with caressing after an orgasm then try to start it back up again, or just keep going!! Today, one is never enough!

Reader,

My boyfriend somehow thinks my vagina is a well of infinite orgasms after today. I haven’t felt my legs since noon and I’m dictating this to said boyfriend from the comfort of the bed.

Min is the handsomest, funniest, most well endowed man I’ve ever dated. I love him so so much. I'll never be mean to him again.

Today’s grade: A 

Day 29—Flip a coin, Pick a dominant. Tell your partner “Do what you want to me”, but be sure to have a safe word. Try and push the limits of yours and your partner’s comfort level.

Reader,

Vibrating cock rings are man’s best friend. Maybe that’ll be my wedding present to Min; an engraved cock ring so he always thinks of me.

Today’s grade: A

Day 30—Stay up all night—or as long as you can, having sex. Have as much sex as possible today. Explore 27 days of favorites today and try to have either 5 orgasms or sex 5 times.

Reader,

It saddens me to say I’m sick of seeing my boyfriend’s penis. I love that little guy with all my heart but 29 days of sex have me interacting with him more like he’s a coworker by the coffee pot than something I should be sexually attracted to. My boyfriend shares a similar sentiment regarding my vagina but not my boobs which I’ll take as a win.

I don’t know who wrote this challenge but I don’t think it was someone in their late twenties/early thirties with a job. Or any normal responsibilities.

For me, staying up all night means passing out at 10pm on the couch and moving to bed sometime in the early morning when my boyfriend gets home.

I flashed Min while he got ready for bed and that was enough for the both of us today.

Today’s grade: F

Bonus Day 31—Caress, take it easy then just fuck.

Reader,

Finally the end is nigh.

To celebrate, we got champagne and strawberries. I thought about getting special lingerie but what's the point? Overall, we only got 66% passing rate which isn’t something to be proud of; ergo, no fancy panties for me.

But I did surprise Min with the buttplug he bought for day 17 and he looked like I gave him the keys to the city.

Today’s grade: A++

Final Thoughts

Reader,

This challenge isn't for the faint of heart (or genitals).

30 days of uninterrupted sexy time is impossible unless you never leave your house, have no friends, are unemployed, and obtain super human stamina.

You'll also notice we didn't add more days despite missing several. I invoked the: I do what I want clause you've no doubt seen in my other blog posts.

I think we'd have more fun picking one of these prompts from a hat rather than a set schedule with everything planned out. Spontaneity is the spice of life.

Also Min proposed so I guess I'll have to get him that engraved cock ring now. If any of you know a guy, shoot me an email at cockdestroyer69@readallaboutit.com.

-

© highvern. copying/reuploading/translating my work anywhere is strictly prohibited.

[gomennasorryyy]

Breakfast in Bed

pairing; joshua x female reader x jeonghan

genre; smut (MINORS ARE WELCOMED TO SEE THE GRASS OUTSIDE OF THIS HOUSE GOODBYE)

notes/warnings; jeonghan is a menace, joshua is bossy (sorta i dunno), waking up with oral (f receiving), use of pet names/sir; this is a repost of my own work

word count; 1.2k

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You aren’t sure when it happens, but your dream suddenly feels real. Fingers walking up your thigh, a trail of soft kisses following against your skin. Another hand dances across your chest, causing a small whine to fall from your lips.

“Good morning,” a husky voice whispers into your ear. “It’s time to wake up, baby.”

Another whine escapes you as you shake your head against the pillows, trying to grasp onto the edges of the dream that was fading quickly, as the cool morning air hits your skin. 

“Come on, sunshine,” the voice whispers again, a nose nudging the shell of your ear.

You pull in a deep breath as the hand on your chest gently kneads your breast, opening one eye to see your boyfriend, Joshua, smiling down at you. You can still feel the kisses and touches on your legs, and a sleepy confusion sets in.

Joshua’s hand pulls back from your chest, and he reaches up to brush some hair from your forehead. “Jeonghan is a little needy this morning,” he explains softly, his hand coming to rest against the side of your neck.

Jeonghan’s hands slid up your bare legs and to your hips, smirking a little as he tugs you closer to his mouth. “Good morning, angel,” he murmurs against your thigh, as he works kisses against your skin.

You sigh as you feel Jeonghan’s breath against your core, reaching down to bury one hand into his messy hair. You turn to nuzzle your cheek into Joshua’s hand and whisper your own good morning, pressing a soft kiss to his palm.

Joshua smiles as he brushes his thumb over your lips, before it slips past and into your mouth. “You’re so beautiful in the morning,” he tells you as your tongue swipes up the pad of his thumb.

A moan slips out around his thumb as Jeonghan presses a kiss to your clit. “She tastes so good in the morning too,” he adds, before running his tongue slowly up your folds.

“Jeonghan,” you breathe once Joshua’s thumb is removed from your mouth. “Please.”

“Please what, angel?” he returns, cocking an eyebrow at you as he shoulders your legs.

Joshua glances between you and Jeonghan, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “She’s already begging, and you haven’t even started,” he teases as he runs his thumb down the column of your throat.

Jeonghan let out a breathy chuckle against you, one finger teasing your entrance  gently. “And you said I was needy.”

You can hear the sleep in their voices still, making them sound raspy and gravelly. It stirred arousal in you, and you couldn’t help but roll your hips a little as they spoke. You tighten your fingers in Jeonghan’s hair and whine as you feel him slip one finger inside you, your eyes closing.

Joshua leans down and presses his lips to your jaw in a tender kiss, trailing up to the corner of your mouth. “Be a good girl for Jeonghan, and I promise you’ll get a reward,” he whispers as his mouth nears your ear. “Remember, he likes to hear you.”

His breath on your cheek sends shivers over your body, and you can’t help but moan as Jeonghan adds another finger, curling both up into you. “Y-yes, sir. Oh,” you whine as Jeonghan’s mouth latches to your clit.

You feel Joshua tip your face towards him, tapping the side of your chin lightly. “Eyes open. I want to see you,” he tells you, an authoritative tone to his voice. “Keep them open for me.”

Your eyes fly open at the sound of his voice as you nod, licking your lips as he smiles. You know that tone, and you know it switched on the minute you called him “sir”. While you sometimes had fun in disobeying him, now isn’t the time. You want to behave, knowing what it can mean for you.

Joshua’s hand slides from your chin and down your arm, linking his fingers through yours. “Keep one hand in his hair,” he instructs as he moves your other hand above your head to pin to the pillows.

Jeonghan’s fingers continue to move within you, eliciting moans from you as you tighten your hold on his hair. He swirls his tongue around your clit, and smirks against you as you try to grind down on his face. One of his arms wraps around your hip so he can press his palm flat against you, his fingers holding you open for him. “So sweet,” he murmurs as his eyes find your face, still looking up at Joshua.

“Jeonghan…” you moan, struggling to keep your eyes open from the pleasure the man between your legs is giving you. You give his hair a sharp tug as he adds a third finger, causing him to groan.

Joshua chuckles quietly, leaning over to place slow, deliberate kisses along your collarbone and to your throat. “You listen so well, princess. Moaning his name while you look at me,” he whispers against your skin. “This is so much sweeter when you listen, isn’t it?”

You nod against the pillows as Joshua pulls back enough just to look at you. You open your mouth to reply when Jeonghan sucks your clit, and you let out a loud whine instead. You clench around his fingers, your orgasm teetering.

Your hand grips Joshua’s tightly as he holds it, his mouth moving down to your breasts. “Are you going to cum for him?” he teases, smirking as he flicks a tongue over your pert nipple. “Cum for him, princess. Let him hear you.”

He latches on to your nipple, tongue swirling around it as you start to topple over. Between his words and tongue, and Jeonghan’s mouth and fingers, you are sent over the edge as something snaps in you.

You try your best to keep your eyes locked with Joshua’s as you moan loudly, your thighs closing around Jeonghan’s head as he laps at your folds. Your thighs begin to quiver as they continue to push you through your morning orgasm, until you cannot take it anymore.

“Too much,” you mutter, your eyes finally closing as you try to push Jeonghan away from you.

Jeonghan finally relents and pulls back with a grin, crawling up over your body once Joshua moves from you. He presses his lips to yours in a kiss, and you can taste yourself on his tongue as you return it. “You’re such a good girl, you know that, angel?” he murmurs against your lips.

You can’t help but smile at his praise and nod slightly, your arms wrapping around his neck. You press another quick kiss to his lips as Joshua leaves the bed, letting out a happy sigh. “Good morning,” you whisper back.

“I’m going to make breakfast,” he announces as he tugs on a pair of sweatpants. “You two behave while I’m gone?”

Jeonghan nods as he lays on his back next to you, playing with your fingers as you smile up at Joshua happily. “I mean, I just had breakfast, but I could use some food,” he jokes.

You groan and push at Jeonghan, causing him to roll off the bed and onto the floor with a yelp, causing Joshua to laugh as he leaves the room.

[gomennasorryyy]

Disconnected | ljh x reader

It's been three weeks since Jihoon spoke to you for longer than a few minutes, since he came to bed before you were asleep, since he looked you in the eyes and told you he loved you. 

You know he does, of course, but you haven’t felt any evidence of it lately. 

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~5.0k | Pairing: ljh x reader | Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, smut

Warnings: distant!neglectful!jihoon, eating issues, marriage problems, anxiety, partial solving of marriage problems, small mention of pregnancy/having kids (like one part of a sentence)

Smut Warnings: body worship, breast play, biting/marking, oral f. rec., fingering

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, there’s a shower scene where reader takes care of their hair and i believe it should work for different textures but if it doesn’t lmk, chubby but its not a plot point

You look across the dining table at Jihoon, finding him absorbed in his phone as he chews and taking the chance to stare at him for just a bit longer. 

He doesn’t spare you a glance, and your eyes go to your untouched food. You haven’t been hungry lately, eating is the last thing on your mind when you’re feeling like this, when he’s spending most hours of the day at the studio, and devoting the remaining time to anyone but you. 

It's been three weeks since he spoke to you for longer than a few minutes, since he came to bed before you were asleep, since he looked you in the eyes and told you he loved you. 

You know he does, of course, but you haven’t felt any evidence of it lately. 

This is the life you signed up for, you try to remind yourself, but that doesn’t make it better. It doesn’t soothe the caustic burn in your throat that always comes when you’re suppressing tears, or make his side of the bed warm when you slide under the covers alone, and it especially doesn’t remind him to text you more than the stilted responses you’ve counted yourself lucky to receive. 

But here he is, tapping away at his phone and shoveling bites of the food you cooked for him into his mouth, too engrossed in whoever he’s texting to even notice your gaze on him. You doubt he’ll realize you’ve gotten up until he’s finished eating, so you scoot away from the table and take your food to the kitchen. 

There’s no point in letting it sit out when you’re not going to eat it, and you’re beginning to find you can hardly even bear the smell with your stomach roiling like this. You tilt your plate over the glassware, scraping your dinner into the dish and closing the lid with a click before storing it in the fridge and sighing heavily.

Now that Jihoon is home and fed, you don’t really know what to do with yourself. 

While he’s gone, you take care of things around the house, do some freelance writing, tell yourself that maybe today, he’ll come home and be like he used to be. 

Then when he does come home and greets you with a distracted hello and a flash of a kiss on the cheek before heading into his home studio, you find yourself feeling bereft, listless, just like you do now. 

You suppose you could take a shower, maybe let a few tears slip under the cover of the water, blame your red, swollen eyes on shampoo, not that he’d bother to ask. Or even notice. 

With your mind only half made up, you float on mindless feet to the bedroom and peel the clothes from your body, stopping by the dresser to grab some pajamas. You can hear utensils clacking against porcelain, so you know he’s still eating and likely won’t be coming into the bathroom, at least until you’re done. 

You don’t know why, but when he’s distant like this, you don’t like to let him see you naked. 

Maybe it’s because you already feel stripped to your nuts and bolts, maybe it’s because he doesn’t feel like your Jihoon. Either way, you prefer to be clothed around him, to have one extra barrier between him and you lest he see how vulnerable and unguarded you are. 

The shower is comforting, warm enough you can almost pretend it’s his arms around you instead though you stop yourself every time, unwilling to endure the pain once the fantasy fades. You hug yourself, try to hold your broken pieces together as water rains down on you and tears start to bubble over. 

Biting back a sob, you take in a shuddering breath and reach for your shampoo, telling yourself that you’ve gotten through this before and you will again. Every time you hear those words in your mind, they feel a little less true, a little less sure. 

You step back under the flow of water, rinsing the suds from your hair and squeezing out the excess moisture before coating the strands in conditioner. It needs to sit for a few minutes so you let yourself sink down to the heated tiles of the shower basin, shifting out of the spray and resting your back against the bench. 

You tuck your knees up, loosely wrapping your arms around them and staring into the mist as if it contains the solutions to all of your problems. Your mind wanders back to Jihoon, and you feel your heart drop into your stomach as you wonder how much longer you can realistically take this. 

It’s not like you haven’t talked to him about it before. The first time it happened was early in your relationship, maybe around the one year mark. You suffered in silence for a month, wondering if something had changed, if he’d met someone else, if he didn’t want you like he used to. You were close to breaking it off when he finally came out of it, apologizing for going radio silent on you and telling you it wouldn’t happen again. 

And for two years, it didn’t. For two years, he was perfect, and present, and near ecstatic to show you his love. Then, it happened again, though you only let it last for two and a half weeks before you sat him down and told him you needed him to come back, to figure out how to balance music and you, how to make his life with you work with his life outside of you, even when it gets busy. 

He agreed, and instantly made a change for the better, showing you how willing and able he was to manage his relationship with you and his work. That’s partially why this time is so painful - you know he’s capable of putting in the effort, you just don’t know if he can recognize when he’s not. 

And it might be immature, it might be selfish, it might be both, but this time, you want him to figure it out on his own. You want him to see that he’s neglecting you, and make the change without you having to ask him to, even if it means you suffer in the meantime. 

You grab your comb from the ledge and start detangling your hair, almost thankful for the tears that arise because they mean you’re crying about something other than him, for once. When the comb glides, you hold it under the water to clean it off, setting it back on the ledge and begrudgingly rising to your feet. 

Your head tilts back as you rinse, your hands smoothing over your hair until the silky feeling of the conditioner washes out. You give your body a good scrub, rubbing with your exfoliating gloves until you feel brand new before stepping back under the water and letting it all wash down the drain. 

You stare at the running water for a while, your thoughts as difficult to pin down as the droplets racing toward the small grate in the floor. The shower won’t run cold, not with the two heaters Jihoon had installed when you were building the place, so there’s nothing but the fear of wasting water keeping you from staying in the safe, spacious cubicle for the rest of the night. 

Unfortunately, you didn’t grow up in a wasteful household so you can’t linger, shutting the shower off now that you’re done and reaching for your leave-ins. You layer them into your hair and squeeze out the extra water, wrapping your head up in a turbie twist and grabbing a towel from the warmer. 

Draping it over your shoulders, you hug yourself again, staring at your shivering form in the slowly defogging mirror and wishing you had Jihoon to hold you instead. 

Even with that wish, you still jump and suck in a sharp gasp when he appears in the doorway. Immediately, you tuck the towel around yourself, hiding your body from him and looking anywhere but into his eyes. Your shoulders bunch up in discomfort, the skin fully exposed thanks to your wrapped hair, the lingering drops of water feeling like ice under his gaze. 

His eyebrows furrow, his mouth opening as if to speak, before he closes it and averts his eyes, murmuring, “I, uh… came to tell you I would be in my studio for a few hours.” 

You don’t know why he’s warning you, he never does when he’s absent like this, but you quietly say, “Okay,” waiting for him to leave so you can get dressed. 

Except he doesn’t. He just stands there, halfway in the door, halfway out, his gaze barely to the left of you and suddenly deep, dark, like a bottomless well. 

You feel like you can’t breathe trapped in here with him like this, with your ghost of a husband. More than that, you feel exposed, your frayed nerves sparking with the urge to flee, his presence eliciting your fight or flight response. You should leave out the fight, this time, considering the fact that you’d almost rather perish than speak to him further at this moment. How far could you get, you wonder, before he’d notice? 

Tomorrow, when he’s wrapped up in his work again, maybe you’ll catch a train, a plane, go somewhere warm and sunny, somewhere that isn’t here. 

“I’m doing it again, aren’t I?” He asks slowly, his dark eyes sharp on you through the mirror, knowing. 

And this is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted him to figure it out on his own, to put it together without you spelling it out for him, but now that he has, you don’t know what to do. So, you just nod, grabbing your pajamas off the vanity and locking yourself in the closet so you can finally change, finally cover yourself up, finally have another barrier between you and Jihoon. 

When you finish getting dressed and taking care of your hair, you find yourself almost scared to open the doors, not knowing what will be waiting for you when you come out. Still, you take a deep breath and wade through the anxiety, pushing open the doors and stopping short when you realize the bathroom is empty. 

Maybe he went into his studio anyway. 

Maybe he doesn’t care, maybe he’s tired of having someone who requires his attention, his affection. Maybe he doesn’t love you like he used to, and just doesn’t know how to say it. 

You’ve worked yourself into a state of numb teariness by the time you enter the bedroom and find him sitting on the duvet, his head in his hands and his back to you. He jumps to his feet when he hears you, rushing over and taking hold of your hands to guide you to the bed. Confused, you let him push your shoulders down, watching as he settles on his knees in front of you and takes your hands again. 

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he says emphatically, his voice choked up and his face tight with anguish. “I - I never should have let myself get so focused on work. I knew that I missed you, but I didn’t realize how bad it was until you left in the middle of dinner.”

Huh. You didn’t think he’d notice. 

“I finally looked up from my stupid fucking phone and you were gone, and I could hear the shower running so I came to check on you, and I heard you crying,” he bites his lips between his teeth and looks away, his eyebrows pushed together and his face slowly reddening. You realize he’s trying not to cry, himself, and start to pull your hands from his so you can cup his face. 

He doesn’t let you, his grip too strong for you to break and his eyes angry when he looks back at you, though you know better than to think he’s angry with you. “You shouldn’t need to comfort me right now, I should be comforting you. I’m the one that fucked up, that’s been fucking up.”

You don’t speak, assuming he wants to get all of this out at once. He takes a deep breath before continuing, “When I heard you crying, I started thinking about the past few weeks, and I realized how absent I’ve been. I can’t even remember the last time I really kissed you, and that’s ridiculous. I’m your husband, I should be kissing you and telling you I love you every single fucking day, cherishing you like you deserve, reminding you how grateful I am that you’re in my life.”

“I’m lucky you didn’t fucking leave,” he all but sobs, his face crumpling as he turns and hides his face from you in his shoulder. Again, you try to take your hands back, and this time, he lets you. He lets you cup his cheek and swipe away the tears that fell, he lets you pull him up until he’s sitting next to you, he lets you tug him into your arms and hold him close. 

He shudders against you, burying his face in your neck and wrapping his big arms around you, lifting and rearranging you so you’re sitting in his lap instead of next to him. You wish you could get closer but you can’t, your chest is already pressed to his and your hips are aligned, your knees folded on either side of his body as he holds you. 

“I love you too much to ever leave, Jihoon,” you sigh, leaving out the fact that you did briefly consider it before bundling him up in your arms when that just makes him shudder out a sob and hold you tighter. 

“I love you so fucking much, and I swear on everything, I will never let this happen again,” he promises, and this time, you really think it might be true. 

You spend the rest of the night together, laying in bed. Sometimes you just stare at each other, sometimes you talk, sometimes you laugh. You even cry once out of sheer relief, a brief catharsis that makes Jihoon tear up and hold you so tight, you can’t breathe. 

When it’s time to go to sleep, he strips to his boxers and wraps himself around you, his body more on your side of the bed than his. It’s like he can’t stand to be separated from you now that he’s brought himself back, now that he’s realized how far away from you he was. You think he might even climb into your skin, given the chance. 

You rest better than you have in weeks, sleeping soundly through the whole night with his breaths on the back of your neck and his arms wrapped around you, and when you wake, he’s still there. 

You’ve changed positions, shifted to lay on his chest with an arm and a leg thrown over his body. He’s awake already, one elbow bent behind his head as he stares at you, and after you check the time, you ask, “Don’t you have to go into the studio today?” 

“No, I told them I wasn’t coming in when I woke up,” he smiles softly, tracing his fingers up and down your back, making you shiver against him. 

“When did you wake up?” You ask, slightly confused because you normally rise before him, especially on days he has to work. 

“Like an hour ago, had a nightmare,” he murmurs, making your eyebrows furrow in concern. His fingers stop drifting over your back and come up to smooth away the wrinkle in between your eyebrows as he says, “It’s my own fault.” 

“You can’t be at fault for having a nightmare, Jihoon,” you remind him gently, tilting your face into his hand when he cups your cheek. 

“I can be when the nightmare is that you packed a bag and left,” he says distantly, like his mind is far away. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since it woke me up.” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promise him. “This just can’t happen again, especially now that we’re married.”

“I know,” he agrees in a soft voice, his face pensive. “I think we, or maybe I, should go to couples counseling.” 

You hum, biting your lip as you think it over. His thumb tugs at it, pulling down until you’re no longer digging your teeth into the flesh. “I think that’s a good idea. For both of us.” 

“I’ll do some research then,” he smiles down at you, brushing his thumb over your slightly indented bottom lip. You smile back, rising up on your elbow to lean in and press your lips to his. 

This is the first kiss you’ve shared since the rushed, absentminded peck you got yesterday morning, and Jihoon must realize because his hand forms around your cheek again and his fingers slide into your hair, pulling you closer and holding you there. 

You can feel all the love, the devotion, the adoration he’s pouring into it, his sunshine glowing through the fractures in your heart and slowly filling them in, like dandelions growing in the cracks of a sidewalk. 

Time slips away and your thoughts do too, your brain empty but for Jihoon as he kisses you breathless. Your elbow starts to shake, the position a bit awkward for you to be putting all of your weight on it, and he, of course, notices. You don’t expect him to roll over and brace himself above you, his body held away from yours by sheer strength, so you gasp when you find yourself under him, surrounded by him. 

It’s slightly overwhelming, being so utterly ensconced, but you love it, would stay here huddled under him for the rest of time if you could. The world could be falling apart around you and you wouldn’t have a clue, you’re so entranced by him. 

“Baby, I don’t deserve it, but… I want to show you how much I love you. Can I?” He asks sincerely, his voice wavering with emotion. You’re about to answer with a vehement yes before he continues, “If you’re not ready, I won’t ask again, I’ll let you come to me.” 

You won’t remind him that this is (partially) what you’ve been wanting for the past month, instead telling him, “I’m ready, Jihoon. I want you to show me.”

His smile is nearly blinding, so wide and bright you want to shield your eyes, though you wouldn’t miss a second of this, of him, for anything. 

He kisses you again, sipping from your lips like they hold the nectar of the gods, like you’re his salvation, and you kiss him back in much the same way, your eyes fluttering shut and your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. 

One hand delves into his hair when he trails kisses across your cheek and over your jaw, his mouth suctioning over your pulse point so he can feel your heart beat for him. And maybe it does, maybe that’s why you feel so lifeless without him, so faint, as if a strong gust of wind could blow you away. 

But it’s also why you feel so vibrant now, why you’re lit up from the inside, why the effects of his love shine through every pore. 

His mouth meanders to the spot under your ear that always makes you shiver, and he spends eons there, licking and sucking and biting until you’ve got your legs wrapped around his waist and his name on your lips. 

By the time he moves on to your breasts, you’re dazed, barely able to help him take off your pajama shirt. He has to straddle you to free up his hands and tug it off, and you come back online just in time to watch his eyes darken as they drag over your exposed skin. You’re not shy anymore, content to lay there and let him look his fill, your hands resting above your head, lifting your breasts. 

His hands cover them before his lips do, his palms warm and soft where they cup the weighty flesh, squeezing gently as his thumbs brush over your pebbled nipples. He leans down to suck one into his mouth, taking deep pulls that make your back arch into him as the sensation sparks through you. He can’t seem to settle on one side, always switching so neither are neglected, your breasts marked up and spit slick by the time his kisses start to dot your stomach. 

He’s always been vocal about how much he loves your belly, loves the soft pudge and the way it contracts when you laugh, loves filling it with food and covering it with kisses, would someday love to watch it grow with life. It’s no surprise when he settles between your legs and spends almost as much time on your stomach as he did on your breasts, his lips tracing every stretch mark and his teeth sinking into every curve. 

You’re trembling when he finally moves on to your hips, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your pajamas and starting to pull. You lift your ass to help, remembering at the last second that you put panties on too last night, unlike usual. Jihoon doesn’t seem to mind, kissing you over the fabric before pushing your legs apart and nipping a line up the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. 

He soothes the sting with his lips and tongue, working his way up to the apex of your thighs and licking you over the fabric when he gets to your covered cunt. You’ve grown wet enough for a small patch to form on the seat of your panties, and Jihoon uses the damp material to his advantage, firming his tongue and digging it into where he knows your entrance is. 

The feeling is soft, muted, but still good, and you can’t help but bring a hand down to tangle your fingers in his long, loose hair. He turns his head and presses one last kiss to your thigh before reaching up and starting to pull your panties down, his eyes heated and dark and laser focused on your pussy as it’s revealed to him. 

The underwear has barely cleared your feet when he pushes your legs apart again and leans down to suck in a deep breath through his nose, smelling your arousal and groaning before dragging his tongue through your folds for a taste. The noise that escapes him now is more like a whine, a punched out sound that comes from deep within his lungs, his fingers spasming on your thighs as he dips his tongue into your entrance. 

He’s barely started but you’re already moaning, already wanting for more, already on the verge of begging for his mouth around your clit or his fingers inside. He gives you neither, relearning the shape of you with lips and teeth and tongue, one of his hands shifting to your pussy so he can spread you apart and taste every square millimeter. 

It feels like a lifetime before he finally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, and your response is instantaneous. Your back arches, your fingers clench in his hair, and your thighs snap closed around his head, making him push them apart with both hands, your pleasure soaked muscles no match for his. 

He brings you up just like this, with his palms pressing your thighs apart and his mouth on your clit, sucking and tapping and licking until you feel waves of bliss wash over you in a gentle release that leaves you floating. 

That’s just the beginning, you learn, as he lets one thigh fall so he can slide a finger into your still fluttering walls, his lips vibrating around your throbbing clit in a groan that you echo softly. He moves slowly, letting his finger glide in and out even though you both know you’re more than ready for another. 

“Jihoon, please,” you begin, lightly tugging on his hair, about to ask him for more.

“You don’t need to beg, baby,” he murmurs into you, sinking a second finger inside on the next stroke and spreading them to open you up. It’ll take more than two fingers to prepare you for his cock after three weeks of nothing, so you lay back and relax, content in the knowledge that soon enough, you’ll have everything you want. 

His fingers crook inside of you, stroking along your front wall, feeling for that patch of nerves inside that makes you gush for him. He finds it easily, his calloused, practiced fingertips rubbing and grinding into it, and you can feel the arousal seeping out of you, know it’s probably gathering in his palm now. 

He doesn’t care, doesn’t ever care how messy you get him, has even said he loves being coated in you by the end, loves tasting and feeling the physical evidence of how much you want him. It’s obvious in the way he moans when his mouth returns to your pussy, his tongue dipping between his fingers to get a taste at the source before laving up to your clit and wrapping his lips around it. 

He sucks hard, and you can tell that he’s starting to lose patience, to lose control, his hunger for you beginning to overcome his desire to be slow and gentle and sweet. That’s more than alright with you, Jihoon has spent enough time showing you how much he loves you, now you’re ready for him to show you how much he wants you too. 

When he withdraws his hand and returns with a third finger, you know it won’t be long before he’s filling you with his cock, and you can feel yourself get wetter at the thought. You almost want him to just give it to you now, to work himself inside even if you have to stretch around him, even if it hurts a little. 

But you know he’s on a mission so you let him carry it out, sighing at the sensation of false fullness as that burning coil starts to form in your stomach. It winds tighter and tighter as he slides his fingers in and out, every dig of his fingertips into your sweet spot making you gasp and pull his hair. Soon enough, you’re holding him in place and he’s letting you, grunting and groaning as you begin to roll your hips into his movements, his fingers precise and his mouth devastating. 

Finally, the coil catches flame and snaps, making your back arch and stealing every last thought in your mind as you cum so hard, you almost force his fingers out. He’s still stronger than you though, so he fights through your tightness to keep fucking you with them, bringing you through your orgasm and slowing only when you release his hair and pet his head with clumsy hands. 

When Jihoon comes to hover above you, you’re close to crying, so wrought with feelings and passion and love, you almost can’t handle it. But his face is glistening with you, practically dripping, which makes you choke out a laugh and sweep your finger along his jaw. 

You had planned to wipe it off on the duvet but he takes your hand and sucks your finger into his mouth, his eyes locked with yours, the darkness in them vast enough that you fear you might get lost. 

He releases your finger and presses his slick lips to yours, his tongue delving into your mouth so you can taste yourself. He cups your cheek with his non-sticky hand and tilts your head, changing the angle of the kiss and making it even deeper, eliciting a quiet moan from you as your legs hitch up on his waist and your arms wrap around his neck. 

You flex your legs, trying to bring his hips down to yours, but he stays braced over you, his body still inches away when you want him to be so close, you can’t tell where he ends and you begin. 

“Jihoon, I want you,” you break away to breathe, gazing into his eyes and watching as he wars with himself. 

“I don’t feel like I deserve you right now,” he admits solemnly, his eyelids fluttering when you shift one hand down to touch his rock hard cock. 

“What if I think you do?” 

“I’m glad you feel that way, but I just wanted this to be about you. I think we should wait,” he gets quieter at the end, as if he’s afraid of your response, and you can’t push him, not when it seems like he thinks you’ll be upset with him for saying no. 

“Okay,” you sigh, only the slightest bit of dejection seeping into your voice, though you try not to let it come through. 

“Thank you, baby,” he whispers before kissing you again. “Why don’t you get the bath started while I deal with this? I’ll come join you after.” 

“That’s a good plan,” you smile softly up at him, craning your neck for one last peck before he climbs off of you and lets you go. 

You slide to the edge of the bed and stand, about to hobble on shaky knees over to the bathroom when he catches your hand and pulls you between his legs. 

“I love you, so fucking much,” he says, his voice wavering and his eyes watery when they meet yours. 

You let the words wash over you like an ocean wave, the sentiment cleansing and healing and refreshing to your still-bruised spirit. 

“I love you, Jihoon,” you squeeze his hand and lean in when he pulls you, his lips meeting yours before they press to both of your cheeks and your forehead in sweet kisses. 

With your heart full of love and light, you make your way into the bathroom and start the tub, focusing on the sound of rushing water and valiantly trying to ignore the muffled noises coming from the bedroom. 

You’ve waited for Jihoon before, you can wait for him again. 

AN: don't look at me im self soothing

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sidewalks we crossed [side A: you.]

i started writing this over a year ago and never got around to finishing it; it’s meant to be a three-part thing. so maybe if i post the first part, i’ll be inspired to finish the rest. this wasn’t written to be shared with the public, mostly just for myself (which is why some of it can be cringey), but here we are anyway. hehe. happy birthday lee jihoon! 태어나줘서 고마워!

pairing: lee jihoon/woozi (seventeen) x f!reader

genre: romance, fluff

summary: an accidental like, an off-chance comment, a purposeful message. you were in an unrequited love with your childhood best friend and decided to run away from him and your feelings and years later you find yourself in the same city with the same feelings when he stalks your instagram.

rating: 13+

length: 23k (LOL)

tags: idol!jihoon, childhood friend!reader, unrequited love (but not really), reconnection through instagram, this is just different scenes pieced together (including a ton of flashbacks), reader’s nicknames are all bug-themed, reader has depression and it manifests as suicidal ideation sometimes, this is basically real life (aka seventeen exists and debuted 150526), but the years are a little bit off for the trainee period, jihoon left busan later and trained for shorter for the sake of my story hehe, cursing, pining, mamamoo + ateez are the besties of reader, member x member pairings, jihoon and reader are both dumbasses, reader is extremely book smart but has one brain cell when it comes to romantic feelings, jihoon writes music like he’s been divorced 12x, word genius lee jihoon, idk how doctoral degrees work, i only got my masters and it was a non-thesis track lol, also idk how trainee auditions work either, miss communication is a lady we all know too well, super cute soft shit too tho tbh, no beta we die like men, i spent 5 hours trying to format this for tumblr and i’m still unsure

inspired by “drivers license” by olivia rodrigo and “what kind of future?” by woozi

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