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This Kitten Purrs | Choi San ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆ Day 07 : Thigh Riding

↬ [ Synopsis ] : When tension runs high and nothing seems to work, you decide to throw one final bait for your roommate San to take, enlightening him of your desires. This time, he actually takes it, reciprocating with equal passion and intensity. Game night turns into a wild night of intense pleasure—riding thighs with hands and mouths everywhere, making this kitten purr.

Word Count : 1.6k Genre : Non-idol u, Smut, Angst. Pairing : Roommate! San x F.reader

WARNINGS : Pure smut(18+), both are switch!, dirty talk, dom/ sub undertones, dom san, sub fem reader, thigh riding, pet name(kitten), self pleasure, nipple play, biting.

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☆☆☆ NOTE : Day 07 is here ma chéries ☆ and it's our kitty San's turn for some fun. A shorter one compared to my other fics, but I promise, it's not going to disappoint. Hope you enjoy it ma chéries.

Also, I successfully completed one week of Kinktober '24. Brb, gonna cry in a corner. I can’t believe I finally committed to something and am actually seeing it through. Thank you so much for all the love and support you've shown for this rookie kitten.

Wednesdays were always booked and busy for game night. Phones were on silent, snacks and drinks were on the table, the PS was plugged in, and the game was ready to begin. You, Yunho, San, and Mingi all crashed at your place, crowding on the couch while you comfortably perched on San’s lap.

You and San had always been so comfortable being physically touchy with each other, so it was normal for you to sit on his lap. Kissing on the cheeks, back hugs, forehead kisses, and sitting on his lap had become common occurrences around the house.

As your eyes were glued to the screen, your fingers moved swiftly over the controller. You all cheered with every kill, eating and drinking the evening away, not realizing five hours had passed.

Now, the final match began—the most intense 2v2 yet. San and you were on one team, with Yunho and Mingi on the other. The tension peaked as San gripped his controller, ready to give it his all one last time. Only, his team wouldn’t be winning. You wouldn’t let him.

Why? Because San had whined all afternoon, stubbornly against the idea of you going on a blind date with some random guy named Mingyu. “What if he turns out to be a serial killer?” he’d tried to convince you. “Can’t let the resident kitten get killed so early, now can we?” He pouted, smirking as mischief glinted in his eyes. You both knew these complaints were baseless and ridiculous.

Kitten? you scoffed. If anyone’s a pussy here,its him.

The real reason was his desire to have you all to himself, though he was too hesitant to make the first move. And, let's just say, you shared a mutual desire to have him too, especially since these blind dates were turning out to be disappointments. So, you decided to give him a cheeky little push,a bone to the hungry animal, curious if he’d take the bait.

If he did, the blind date was off.

Your plan was all set and ready to be executed as you shifted in San’s lap, seeming innocent, but your intentions were clear to you.

As the game raged on, you subtly rocked back and forth on his thigh, eagerly awaiting a reaction. His arms tightened around your waist, tension building with each movement, but he stayed quiet, trying to focus.

“Yah, are you trying to distract me?” San complained, his tone playful but strained, his lips forming a pout.

You laughed, your eyes still on the screen. “Me? Distract you? San, focus, please. We can’t let them win.” You smiled to yourself, knowing exactly what you were doing, continuing the subtle rocking with your goal in mind.

His grip tightened, and though he said nothing more, you could hear his breath hitch as his focus slipped the longer you kept moving. The game was already lost, but your game was well on its way to victory.

Just give in already, Sannie!

“Fuck!” San cursed loudly, tossing the controller aside as the victory screen flashed for the other team.

“Told you we’d win!” Mingi cheered, fist-bumping Yunho.

Yunho grinned. “Looks like someone got distracted” he teased, shooting a knowing look at you and San.

“Yeah, yeah. Enjoy it while it lasts.” San muttered, waving them off. “Next time, we’re winning,” he added smugly, confident in his future victory.

“We’ll see,” Yunho smirked, pulling Mingi along. “See you guys next week.”

San watched them leave, his eyes following as the door shut softly behind them.

“I’ll play with you later, Sannie,” you said as you got off his lap, pretending you had somewhere urgent to be. “Can’t keep Mingyu waiting all night, can I?” You turned, walking to your room to get ready for the blind date.

San's hands gripped your hips, pulling you back against him. His breath was hot against your ear, his voice needy. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you? And now you want to leave for this date with some random dude?”

“Maybe I did,” you smirked, leaning back, letting your head rest against his shoulder as you traced your fingers slowly along his thigh. “But what are you going to do about it, Sannie?” you teased, your voice soft but daring, the challenge hanging in the air between you.

Piecing together the situation, a low, sultry chuckle escaped San’s lips as they brushed against the exposed skin of your shoulder. He bit down gently, a silent declaration that the challenge had been accepted. “Kitten needs to be punished.” he murmured, his voice dark with intent as his desires took over.

Got him right where you wanted. Now, the real fun started.

“Stand up” he commanded, a devilish smirk adorning his lips as his dominant side surfaced, his eyes darkening with desire. Blinking a few times, you smirked, and obeyed without hesitation, feeling the heat of his gaze as it roamed over you.

Dom San is hot!

Leaning back, San settled comfortably, his eyes locked on you. “Undress for me, kitten.” he said, his voice dripping with anticipation, waiting for your naked form to grace his view. You obeyed, the thrill of submitting to him already making you wet down south as your hands got rid of your tank top and shorts.

Your naked form, delicate yet extremely sexy, almost made him take you right then and there. But he wanted to devour you bit by bit, both for the sake of punishment and to fulfill the satisfaction of your cancelled date.

“Now,” he continued, his gaze locked on you, “touch yourself for me.” His words were heavy with desire, wanting to witness how you pleasured yourself. The memory of your moans from a few nights ago still lingered in his mind, those nights when you’d leave the door just slightly open, knowing he’d peek in, and your sultry cries of pleasure were loud enough for him to hear and brick up in his pants.

Your hands cupped your breasts, giving them a few squeezes that made San practically salivate, eager for a bite, maybe even a hard suck on those perky buds. Your fingers pinched your nipples, hardening them, ecstasy coursing through your body as you broke apart under his intense gaze. Pinching them harder, you gave a final tug before your juicy breasts bounced back to their original position with a jiggle.

Now, your hands traveled down south, every move diligently followed by San as his dick hardened in his pants. You tugged at the waistband of your lacy underwear, pulling it down quickly. As it fell to your feet, you began rubbing your wet core, soft moans escaping your lips as tremors ran through your body. Your fingers slipped inside your heat, the delicious stretch making you ache with frustration that it wasn’t his touch you were feeling. The frustration drove you to pump your fingers faster, slick gathering on your skin as the pleasure built, edging you closer to a heart-stopping release.

That’s it. San couldn’t wait any longer.

With one swift motion, he pulled you back onto his lap, capturing your lips as an urgent hunger consumed him, thanks to your little sexy performance. His grip on your hips tightened, his lips messily nibbling, occasionally biting your lower lip. “Move, kitten.” he commanded, and you moaned as he tugged at your lower lip, sucking and showing no mood to let go of your sexy mouth.

Without a word, you shifted in his lap again, your thighs pressing against his as you rocked forward, slowly testing the friction. The sharp intake of breath you heard from San was enough to encourage you further. You repeated the motion, deliberately this time, feeling his hardness beneath your hand.

“Fuck…” San breathed, his voice strained as he enjoyed the sensations erupting on thighs. His fingers dug into your hips, guiding your movements as you continued to grind against his thigh. The feeling of his thigh between your legs, combined with the strong grip of his hands, sent waves of pleasure through you.

Your pace quickened, your breathing becoming heavy as you chased the friction. San’s eyes were glued to your face, watching your blushy cheeks, your lip between your teeth, and your eyes rolled back as you lost yourself in the rhythm. His hands never left your hips, pushing and pulling you against him with just enough pressure to drive you closer to the edge.

“San…” you whimpered, feeling the tight knot in your stomach about to snap. He groaned, his hands gripping you even tighter, practically guiding you into each movement now.

“Cum for me, kitten.” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Can you do that for me, pretty? Will you let me take care of you?” His rough voice transformed into one filled with sweetness and care.

The duality pushed you over the edge snapping the knot as a wave of pleasure crashed over you. You gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as your body trembled with release. San’s name fell from your lips in a breathless moan as your movements slowed, riding out the high.

But was San done, though? Fuck No!

You could feel how hard he was, his arousal pressing hard against you hands. His breath was hot against your ear, his voice dripping with lust. “I’m not letting you off that easy. Ready for round two, kitten?”

With that, he carried you to his bedroom, and you still recovered from your high as excitement grew inside you in anticipation of the wild night that was about to come.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

[moni-logues]

Wax On

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Established relationship, fluff

Word count: 3k

Content: uh, waxing? An erection? That's it.

Summary: Your waxer cancelled on you last minute and there was no one else available. Your boyfriend volunteers and, against all your better judgement, you let him do it.

A/N: a repost of a pretty recent fic! BUT I got a wax today (brb firing my waxer 💀) and remembered this weird little fic and decided to repost! It's not edited; ngl, didn't even read it back through PEACE

You throw your bag on to the kitchen counter with a huff. 

“Everything ok, sweetheart?” Taehyung calls from the sofa. 

“My fucking waxer cancelled on me!” you cry.

“I was right there! I had arrived early and she text me to say she had to cancel! My appointment was in ten minutes!!! And no one else had any time today and they don’t have anyone with any time tomorrow so now I’m going to have to find somewhere else to go and someone else to do it at the last minute and you know good places don’t have space at the last minute-” 

“Hey, hey, hey...” 

Taehyung wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead. 

“Slow the stress down a bit, eh?”  

He strokes your hair and you lean into him, resting your head heavily against his chest. 

“Why does it have to be in the next two days? Can’t you make an appointment for next week?”  

“No, there���s a cycle; I can’t get out of the cycle! It has to be now.” 

“Ok, why don’t you do it yourself?” 

You push yourself off him and stare at him, unimpressed. 

“Wax my own pussy? Seriously?” 

“You wax your own legs!” 

“Yeah, legs! Legs are very different, Taehyung. There is a reason I pay a professional.” 

He sighs, tips his head to the side as if he’s thinking, then grins. 

“Let me do it.”  

“Excuse me?” 

“I could do it.”  

His grin is dark and mischievous and he bites his lip at you.  

“You think I’m going to let you do that to me? Have you ever waxed anything before?” 

“No. But I’m sure there’ll be tutorials on youtube; it can’t be that hard.” 

“You say that to my waxer and she’ll hit you.” 

“Hey, come on! Let me try! I’ll study! I’ll study all night and all tomorrow and then I’ll do it; I’ll do a good job, I swear.” 

Taehyung’s misplaced confidence in his abilities is part of what charmed you about him in the first place. So confident and, more often than not, so rubbish. Yet he always takes it all in stride like an indefatigable puppy. His enthusiasm is relentless and hard to resist.  

You consider his proposition. You know he will not do a good job; you’re just not sure how bad a job he’ll do. You can’t deny that there is a part of you that’s curious to see how he does, how he reacts. This is the behind the curtain stuff that men – some men – are weird and squeamish and childish about. Taehyung is not like that; in fact, he is so not squeamish about the weird things your body does that he almost swings the other way and chucks them all into his fetish list. The fact that he brought it up so readily, so quickly, so easily makes you think he might have thought about this before now.  

“Ok,” you say slowly. “I agree on two conditions-” 

He grins. 

“That was easy.” 

“I can change my mind!” 

“No, no! Name your conditions.” 

“One, I wax your legs first.” 

“Well, that’s not really equivalent, is it?” 

“Are you suggesting I give you a sack and crack wax? Because I am not doing that.” 

“Why not? I’m going to wax yours!” 

“Because I’m not a freak like you are!”  

He laughs.  

“And I’ve never done it before! And I wouldn’t want to hurt you!” 

“You can youtube it. If I’m willing to let you, you should accept.” 

“No. My condition- my first condition is that you let me wax your legs first.” 

He sighs, making a show of being annoyed and disappointed, though you know he doesn’t mind really. 

“Fine. Next condition?” 

“For every bruise you give me, I get a present.” 

“What sort of present?” 

“A big one.” 

“Deal.” 

* * * 

When you get home from work the next day, slightly apprehensive, Taehyung is on the sofa again, glued to his phone. You’ve barely taken your shoes off before he’s calling to you. 

“Are you ready? Are we doing this now?”  

“Give me a fucking second to take my shoes off, Tae!”  

“I’m ready whenever you are!” He turns his phone around and you can see he’s watching a waxing video. “I’m all studied up; I know exactly what I’m doing!” 

“In theory...” 

You go to the kitchen to pour you each a glass of wine and spot that he has already set everything up: wax pot on, towel down, ready and waiting for you.  

“Why are you so keen and why are you so weird?” you ask him as you hand him his glass.  

He takes it from you and keeps on coming, closing the distance between you, meeting your lips with a kiss that leaves you breathless.  

“Oh... What was that for?” You lean on the kitchen counter and blink up at him. 

“I just love you, that’s all,” he shrugs. “Are you ready?”  

“I think you mean, are you ready?”  

You kneel down beside the towel, give the hot wax a stir and pat the floor for him to sit. He looks at you, a little reluctant, like he’s done something naughty and is about to be found out. Then he pushes his trousers down. 

“Taehyung! What have you done?!”  

He has just one hairy leg. 

“I had to practise!” he argues, pouting as he sits on the towel. “I left you a leg!”  

You can’t be annoyed because he has a point and any practice he can get before you spread-eagle yourself before him is a good thing. You sigh and shake your head, unable to keep yourself from grinning.  

“And how did you find it?”  

He shrugged.  

“Kind of not as bad as I thought, actually.”  

“Good. Tell me if this is too hot.”  

You spread wax over his shin and check his face. He just nods and takes a sip of wine. Then you flick up the edge and rip. He flinches, his face pinched, and you laugh. 

“Not as bad as you thought?” 

He groans. 

“It’s somehow worse now I’m not doing it to myself.” 

“Well, you just hang in there because you’ve a lot of leg to go yet.” 

When you finally finish, you tell him to stay put, lying on his front, and run to the bathroom for moisturiser, which he forgot to get out. You apply it liberally over both his legs and he hums peacefully. 

“This is nice; you keep doing that,” he mumbles, head resting on his forearms.  

You rub the lotion in in a way that would probably get a professional fired and when your hands flow up to the top of his leg, you press a kiss against his hip and he shifts. 

“Hey, don’t do that,” he says softly. “Not unless you want to deal with the consequences.” 

“You are such a horndog. Is there nothing that doesn’t turn you on?” 

“Not when it’s you...” 

You switch places and lie down on the towel. You are beginning to regret ever agreeing to this. You’ve done it yourself before, only twice, and it did not go well either time; it was awkward and painful and took forever. Taehyung may well have ‘studied’ but he’s never actually ripped the hair out of anyone’s genitals before. You concede that he does have the advantage of being a person apart from you and having a bonus pair of hands (yours) which will absolutely be there to help him if he needs. 

He taps your left knee, in exactly the way your waxer does, to get you to bend your leg out to the side. He’s frowning as he dips the stick in the wax, wipes off one side, swirls it around and brings it over to you. He hesitates. Wax drops from the stick, blobs of it sticking thick on your delicate skin.  

“Taehyung,” you prompt. “You have to actually do something now.” 

He grins at you with his bottom lip stuck in his teeth. Then he turns his eyes down and spreads a thin strip of wax across your mound.  

“Hold on,” he says, putting the stick down and bringing up his phone. “I want to check...”  

You sit up, using the pause as an opportunity to drink some of your wine. The look of concentration on his face is fierce as he glares at the screen, trying to lodge someone else’s knowledge in his brain. 

“Ok, ready now.”  

You lie back down. He flicks up an edge of the wax and holds it tight between thumb and forefinger. He presses down heavily with his other hand along the length of the strip and you can see him counting down in his head to the moment when he rips it back. He bites his lip, holds his breath and pulls. Pulls slowly. 

“Ow, ow, ow!” you cry. “You have to do it quicker than that!” 

“Sorry! Sorry! I just- it's weird actually doing it when I know it’s going to hurt you.” 

“It hurts a lot more when you go that slowly. Really, seriously, as quickly as you can.” 

“Ok, let me try again.” 

He looks at you this time, with the edge of wax in his fingers and you nod and do a quick, swishing movement with your hand to demonstrate. He pulls again.  

“How was that?” 

“Much better, thank you. Make sure you pull along not up, though.” You demonstrate, miming waxing a strip from your leg, keeping your hand low. “See?” 

He nods, serious, and tries again. 

“That was good, right? Look!” 

He shoves the strip of wax in your face, little hairs sticking up all over the surface. You push his hand away. 

“Yes, that was better but I do not need to see it. I also don’t want to rain on your parade but you know this is the easiest spot, right? There are lips and creases and shit to navigate soon, you realise?” 

He swats your thigh. 

“Yes, I know your pretty, little pussy very well, thank you very much.”  

He moves carefully, one small strip at a time and you would be annoyed at how long it was taking if it were anyone but him. You’re grateful that he’s taking his time with it. You lie back and watch the ceiling, letting him get on with it; he’s surprising you by doing a not altogether horrendous job. You feel like you should feel weird about it – your boyfriend giving you a wax – but Taehyung has never, not even once in the whole time you’ve known him, made you feel weird about anything. When you struggled to tell him something you’d always wanted, a fantasy no one else had ever realised, he had looked at you with such open enthusiasm, such a keen willingness that the words fell from your mouth suddenly without effort; then he did it. When you had your period and the flu and could barely stand, he was the one who fished out your menstrual cup, no quibbling, no squawking, not even when he dropped it and it all went everywhere: all over you, all over him, all over the floor; he just emptied, rinsed, re-inserted and then cleaned everything up. And then did it again twelve hours later.  When you feel ugly and bloated and undesirable, he takes as long as you’ll give him (hours sometimes) telling and showing you just how desired you are. Nothing phases him. Nothing puts him off. He accepts you entirely. 

“Um.”  

“What?” Your stomach drops; of course, it has been going too well... 

“Does it matter if I get wax on your piercing?” he asks, frowning uncertainly at the jewellery in question. 

You jolt up, eyes wide. 

“Are you asking if it matters if you accidentally try to rip my piercing out? Yes, yes it does. It matters a lot.” 

“How do I get it off?” 

“Just flick it, Tae.” 

He smirks at you and you can only roll your eyes. 

“Stop being a child; get on with your job.” 

“A child? You’d have a child do this, would you?”  

“Shut up. You know what I mean.”  

As you lower your head back down, your eyes alight on something that makes your mouth drop. 

“Taehyung, what is that?”  

You point at his boxers, or rather, the distinct and entirely noticeable bulge in them. 

“What?!” He asks, defensively, turning away from you. 

“You cannot be getting hard right now.”  

“I can’t help it,” he mumbles.  

“Please tell me you did not get yourself off today watching waxing videos.” 

He turns to you now, his face outraged and indignant. 

“I did not. How could you say I would do that?” 

“You’re an enormous freak, baby; I wouldn’t put anything past you.” 

“Hey! I’m only a freak for you.” He’s mumbling again, his cheeks slightly pink, lower lip slightly jutting. “No one else has a pussy this pretty; I can’t help that I like it.” He turns his head and looks you in the eye. “I like doing things for you.”  

You reach up and push his hair out of his face. 

“I know you do,” you tell him softly. “I know. And I love you... But if you keep that up, you’re going to lose your job at the salon.” 

He laughs.  

“Some of your hairs aren’t coming out,” he tells you. “Do I just leave them?” 

“Tweezers. Did you bring them?” 

He shakes his head and you tell him where he can find them in the bathroom. He holds them up to you to check they are the right ones and, when you nod, gets back to work. 

“Ow, fuck, Tae! Grab the hair, not the skin!” 

“Sorry!” 

He moves his head closer, much closer, to get a better look and then he reels back. He looks at you to see if you saw (you did) and grins.  

“If I get too close, I’ll have to kiss you,” he explains. 

You roll your eyes.  

He taps your knee and then your ribs and you pull them together, holding your shins tight. Taehyung moves so he’s directly in front of you and swears quietly. He looks at the ceiling, resting heavily on his palms. 

“What?” you ask. 

“You told me I’m not allowed to get hard,” he said, not without effort, screwing his eyes shut tight.  

You chuckle softly, and put your legs down, taking the opportunity to finish your wine.  

“Ready yet?” you ask, looking at Taehyung looking anywhere but you. 

“No,” he answers with a whine.  

“You are so nearly done. If you can get your mind out of the gutter for five minutes, it’ll all be over.” 

“That is easier said than done when I have to look at you and touch you but can’t actually touch you.” 

“Call it an exercise in self-control. Pretend you’re edging yourself. You like that.” 

He hums thoughtfully. 

“True... Ok, fine, knees up.” 

When he’s finally finished, he breathes a sigh of relief.  

“Why am I sweating?” he laughs. “That was so much pressure.” 

“You’re not considering a career change, then? Kim Taehyungie waxer extraordinaire?!” 

“Fuck no,” he replies with feeling. “I would do anything for you, but doing this for someone else? No. No. No, thank you.”  

You chuckle as you inspect yourself, surprised to find that he really did do an ok job. The next few days will reveal just how many of your hairs he managed to break rather than pull out but, all things considered, you are impressed. You are even fairly sure he hasn’t bruised you – and a little disappointed that this means no presents. 

He crawls over to you and kisses you deeply, pulling you close. 

“So?” he asks, grinning at you. “Did I do a good job?” 

“Actually, you kind of did, yeah.” 

“See? Didn’t I promise I would?” 

“You did.” You heave a sigh knowing that gloating is forthcoming.  

“And you had the audacity to doubt me. As if I would ever endanger-” 

“Your favourite part of me, I know-” 

“Hey! No! That’s not what I was going to say! It’s not my favourite part of you!” 

You raise a sceptical brow. 

“It’s one of them, sure. But I love you for more than the sex, you know. Like I said, I would do anything for you. I even offered to let you give me a sack and crack wax; that’s true love!” 

You laugh, your eyes alighting on the wax pot – still on, wax still hot.  

“Well,” you start, a grin tugging at your lips. “I mean, I could do it.” 

Taehyung’s eyes widen and he starts to grimace. 

“It was your idea! Come on, my little freak; let’s get a little freakier.” 

He screws up his face and sighs, standing up to take off his boxers. You swap places: him on the towel, you kneeling above him. You search quickly on your phone for a few tutorials and give the wax a stir. When you’re finally ready to start, Taehyung turns his face towards the ceiling, breathing out carefully while his fingers tap repeatedly against the floor.  

“Of course this was my idea,” he mutters quietly. “Of fucking course. Had to say I’d do anything for you. Had to suggest this.” He turns his head back to you. “Never let me suggest anything else again, ok?” 

You laugh and spread a stripe of wax across his skin. You wait for it to harden and flick up the edge. 

“Ready?” 

[hellotherekenobi]

professor obi and bookstore owner reader is still my biggest vibe like..... 12am slow dances in the store after obi finished marking papers and just being all soft.... brb I’m going to cry

That is so cute! Be still my beating heart!

You've stacked the last book on the shelf from your organising spree that day and Obi is sat at one of the tables, hunched over and marking papers with messy hair and round-framed glasses halfway down the bridge of his nose. He's been at it since before you closed shop, so you make your way over to him, “You've been at that since forever, why don't you take a break?”

“I don't have too many left to mark,” he says, eyes still glued to the papers in front of him.

You brush your fingers gently through his hair, earning a blissful sigh from the Professor. Smiling, you touch his hand and whisper his name, and he finally looks up at you.

“Will you dance with me?” You ask him.

He does that soft smile where he doesn't believe if he heard you right but he falls into it anyway; nodding his head and letting you lead him to a space in the bookstore-- placing his hand on your upper back, two hands holding each other, with your hand on his shoulder. And you two dance. Something slow and intimate with his forehead on yours, just letting this moment blur into the two a.m. shadow.

[utopianvoices]

dating au | k.hongjoong

⤗ check my masterlist for other members!

how he acts around you

the dumbest tbh

will say the dumbest most stupidest things when you’re around because he just gets so nervous

and blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind

especially when you’re left alone with him

“bRB i gotta go feed my pet cactus.”

actually really really wants to spend so much time with you bcs he’s practically in love with you

but is constantly worried he’ll say stupid things and that he’ll never get a chance with you because who likes dumbasses

you

the members definitely know that he likes you

tbh i think the whole world knows he likes you

except for you ofc

because we need this obliviousness for the plot

how he confesses

with the possibility that you don’t find out about his crush on you

boy’s gonna be extra af and compose a song for you

because that’s what he was made for 

to produce bops and to love you

his two main purposes in life

will spend hours in the studio thinking about all the time you spent together and will write pages and pages of lyrics

gets the song done quite fast too

stares at your chat for hours thinking of what he should send you

finally seonghwa gets irritated and snatches his phone, types something, and hits send, before throwing the phone back to hongjoong

will check his phone in horror 

“can you come over to the studio at around 8pm? the one near the fountain.”

okay maybe it wasn’t too bad.... and it was the best thing he could’ve said without having to worry too much

let’s all thank park seonghwa for doing god’s work

almost drops his phone when he receives a reply from you

“sure! i’ll be there.”

can’t stop smiling at his phone

but as the time reaches 8pm boy will be a mess

frantically cleans the studio and dusts the place

arranges all the chair properly and even cleans up his desktop

you know, just in case

jumps when he hears a knock on the studio door at 8pm sharp

and rushes over to open the door for you

greets you and guides you over to the chair that was set up beside his producing chair

you are: confused

“i-i produced something and was wondering if you could check it out for me?”

..... hold uP

kim hongjoong asking you for music advice?????

you were sure pigs were flying outside the window

but either ways you agreed

of course

what were you going to say? no?

anyways

he clicks the mouse a few times and pauses right before hitting the play button

sensing his hesitation, you look at him, and see him taking a deep breath before looking at you

instinctively you shoot him a smile, seemingly relaxing him and soon the room is filled with a soft guitar sound

you were surprised at first—ateez songs usually didn’t sound like that—but you decided that he was trying something new, so you just enjoyed the song

that’s when you heard the lyrics

and they sounded very familiar...... almost as if you had gone through them with him

you turn slowly towards hongjoong, mouth slightly open as you see him smiling nervously at you, finally realising what was going on

your crush made a song for you

and he likes you bACK 

it turns sappy real fast, let’s be honest

there’s tears streaming down your face because who wouldn’t cry

the memories the lyrics brought back were overwhelmingly precious and you couldn’t help but be emotional

and seeing you cry makes him cry

soon it’s a crying mess

as the song ends, you throw yourself onto him, clinging onto him tightly 

“that was so beautiful. i like you too joong. so so much.”

he hugs you back equally as tight, basking in the moment, thankful that you liked him back 

first date

i highkey wanna say studio date but that’d happen later on in the relationship

for a first date tho, this korean big minion will bring you for a picnic!

with home-cooked food and everything

obviously he didn’t cook it..... he begged seonghwa and wooyoung to help him put together some simple food

he was aiming to impress

finds a place under the shade and lays the mat down, while you help lay the food and drinks on the mat 

y’all get comfortable and start eating, exchanging words here and there, the occasional giggle escaping you when you see food that was stuck at the side of his mouth

after you’re done eating, y’all just lay on the mat, side by side, arms touching, and talk about everything under the sun 

quite literally

as your conversation progresses he’ll build up the courage to slowly intertwine his fingers with yours, heart beating a million beats per second

almost dies of relief when you intertwine them back tightly, his thumb automatically rubbing the back of your hand

if it rains, he’ll quickly pack the things up while giving you his jacket so that you could cover yourself and get to a shelter first

just overall willing to put you first no matter the circumstance

would prefer to fall sick himself rather than seeing you go through the pain of sickness

whipped culture

first kiss

so cliche

you were on your fifth or sixth date at the local coffee shop close to hongjoong’s studio

he had been really busy, and you were fine with leaving him alone

but he wasn’t

found the small loophole he had in his schedule and immediately made plans with you at his favourite place

you were halfway through your simple date, with him telling you all the things that had happened throughout the times you were not together

and you intently listening because that is the key to a good relationship everybody

you take a sip of your drink, so immersed in his words that you don’t realise the little blotch of whip cream that was sitting right at the corner of your lip

but hongjoong did

immediately breaks out into a smile, wondering how you managed to be so cute even with whipped cream on your face, as he reaches for the napkin laying beside his drink

you watch him cluelessly, wondering what was going on

until he reaches towards you with the napkin

well damn...... you just made a fool out of yourself

except you didn’t because he found you cute as fuck 

but anyways

leans over the table and gets close to your face to wipe the cream off

and you can’t help but stare at him as he does so

clearly it was doing Things to his heart

unconsciously moves his face closer to you, eyes flickering down towards your lips and back up so fast that you would have missed it hadn’t you been staring at him

a loud bang from somewhere in the shop jerks the both of you back to your senses, hongjoong immediately retracting his face and you feeling your face heat up from the moment you just shared

he mumbles something under his breath and passes you the napkin, looking everywhere but you, as the almost-kiss replayed in his head over and over again

the rest of the time at the cafe was spent in a slightly awkward setting, neither of you knowing what to say after that little incident

when you’re done, you walk him back to the studio, your hands making contact every once in a while 

you finally reach the studio and say your goodbyes to him, giving him a lingering hug 

as you pull away, you realise that hongjoong’s arms were still snaked around your waist, trapping you in between him and his arms, your hands resting comfortably around his neck

stares at you for a few seconds before going in for a kiss

no warning 

nothing

zilch

nada

as he pulls away slightly, forehead resting on yours, he lets out a small chuckle 

“should’ve done that at the cafe.”

safe to say he gave you a few more kisses before unwillingly parting ways with you

first fight

doesn’t really happen until very far into your relationship, when you’re 100% comfortable with one another

it’s all just really bad timing

you’d be over at his place, complains piling from the other members that he was overworking himself to the point of exhaustion

and that he hadn’t been taking good care of himself

you would initially go over to make sure he’s eating his meals properly and was getting enough rest

but when you saw him you knew that he definitely wasn’t getting enough rest or food

“you really need to start taking care of yourself, joong.”

“i know, it’s just that i really need to finish this soon.”

the conversation kind of escalates from there

because you’d be back a few hours later, and he’d still be glued to his computer at the same position

seeing this, your worry turns to frustration and you start to nag at him to take better care of himself

and he just bursts

all the stress from deadlines, producing, and just generally everything, comes pouring out on you

and he wasn’t in the right mind to care about the words he was using as well

you’re shocked at his words, but instead of walking away, you argue back, prolonging the argument

tbh the argument doesn’t stop till one of you gets your head straight and decides to talk civilly about things

sometimes it’s you, but most of the time it’s him

it’s just in him, as a leader, to separate the rational and irrational part of his brain and try to set things straight properly 

after the fight you both just cuddle and promise each other that you’ll take better care of yourself and be more understanding 

favourite things to do together

will really enjoy working on songs with you around

firstly because you know when to get him to stop and take a break before he passes out in front of the computer

secondly because it just gives him a sense of peace

whether you’re doing your own work beside or dozing off in his lap

he’ll give anything to spend the day with you at the studio, although no words need to be spoken

is way more productive with you around

can finish his work twice as fast sometimes and it just gives him that much more satisfaction

doesn’t know it at the beginning, but he slowly comes to the realisation that you’re his muse and that just by being with you gives him utmost happiness

general affection

similar to seonghwa, wouldn’t initiate cuddles often

but if you were to show any signs of wanting to cuddle, is instantly by your side

his favourite is to usually cuddle with you on the sofa that was placed against the wall of his studio

it was definitely not big enough for the two of you, so you’d practically be lying on top of him, while he softly plays with your hair

cuddling time is prime time for deep talks

will talk about his day while y’all are cuddling and will share any worries he has

it’s the time when he’s the most vulnerable, so he might shed a few tears if he was feeling really stressed out

loves it when you run your hands up and down his arms—it was like his personal comfort

prefers to be the big spoon because our boy wants to protecc

but definitely wouldn’t mind being babied sometimes

being the leader of seven crackheads isn’t an easy feat and these are the times he feels like he can be stripped off his leader role and just be a normal boy in the arms of his lover

loves to kiss you everywhere including your face while you’re cuddling

your hands, shoulder, neck, even your fingers

just takes the time to admire every part of you and will always go to sleep with a smile after doing this

on normal days, wouldn’t really feel the need to be physically close to you because he’s so busy with producing 

but once he’s done, you have a whiny baby on your hands

will not rest till he gets at least five kisses from you

and not just pecks

it has to be proper kisses

will shake his head and say that it doesn’t count as a kiss if you just peck him on the lips

you’d think that make out sessions were rare with how busy he was but oh boy are we wrong

his go-to when he’s feeling too stressed is kissing you so buckle up and prepare for a long ride when he comes straight for you after slamming the studio door open

will be really gently though

it’s like kissing you helps him get his focus back, as much as that doesn’t make sense

but what even makes sense in love

feels much more rejuvenated after your little session, and he’s back to the studio, more inspired than ever

[watchmegetobsessed]

Love Of My Life - Shawn Mendes (2/2)

im so soft right now, and i want a child brb im crying in the corner

part 1

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Her tiny feet are fast on the tiled floor as she is slaloming between the rushing people in the hallway, occasionally earning a high five from someone, making her giggle so loud it echoes through the whole hallway.

“I got you!”

Picking her up you pretend to be biting into her stomach as her laughter never dies down, arms in the air, he adorable piggy tails bouncing around her head.

“Mommy! Mommy!” she screams happily, guiding her to your hip. She hold onto your backstage pass with one hand while she starts waving at a running technician who waves back happily.

With a four year-old on board, the venue is always a playground, not that anyone minds it. Skylar brings so much joy to everyone working on the tour, it wouldn’t be the same without her. It shows that she spent most of her first year on the road because touring is like a big adventure for her, she loves sleeping on the bus, exploring arenas and new hotels every other day, playing with her daddy in the parking lot before sound check and her favorite? Cheering for Shawn when he is on stage, singing his songs with gibberish words while clapping to the rhythm.

“Who is this happy little monster here?” Shawn calls out from the end of the hallway, her head immediately shoots in his direction and holding out her arms she basically jumps into his arms.

“Daddy! Mommy caught me!” she happily informs him pointing at you.

“She did?” he dramatically gasps before pressing a sloppy kiss to both her cheeks.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in your spot? Concert starts in three,” you ask Shawn as he grimaces at Skylar, making her giggle over and over again.

“Yeah, but I wanted to kiss my girls before going on stage.”

Leaning closer to you he presses his lips to yours, taking your bottom lip between his and sucking on it gently.

“Ew! Stop it!” Skylar grimaces, her fingers sneaking between your and Shawn’s mouth in attempt to make you part.

“You want one too?” he asks grinning at her and before she could even say a word, you and him kiss her cheeks, squishing her face and making her giggle again.

“Alright, I gotta go. Love you both.”

He hands her back to you and she waves him goodbye as he runs off, ready to blow the stage up. This tour means a lot to him. It’s been three years since the last time he hit the road, Skylar was just a baby and after all the struggles you went through during that tour, traveling around the world with a baby, you both agreed you need some time before doing it again, wait until she is older and easier to travel with. He was worried sick before the tour officially kicked off, stressing about how Skylar will do with being on the road, being away from home, but it all went to nothing when he saw how carefree and joyful she has been. The girl literally only needs mommy, daddy and her blanket she sleeps with at night and nothing else matters to her, making it easy to travel from city to city.

“Come on, let’s check out daddy on stage,” you tell her heading towards the stage as she starts cheering in your arms.

You grab her pink ear muffler on the way, making sure the loud music is not damaging her hearing and taking your usual spot you watch Shawn take the stage like a tornado, enjoying every moment he spends with his fans.

Putting Skylar down you let her dance around your feet, jamming to the music like she always does, her yellow dress twirling around her tiny figure every time she swings her hips to the side. You reach into your pocket to grab your phone and start recording here from behind with Shawn in the background, jumping up and down. Opening your Instagram you upload the short clip with the title “she got it from her daddy” and let your one million followers adore her cuteness.

“Hey, Y/N!” Robb, one of the workers from the venue calls out for you. “The shower in Shawn’s dressing room is acting up, but there is another one in the next room. Will you tell him to use that when he is done?”

“Sure!” you smile at him and he is just about to turn around and move on when his eyes widen and your mother instinct immediately warns you that it’s something with Skylar.

Turning around you don’t see her around you anymore, instead, the toddler is running on the stage, right towards her dad, arms up in the air as she is screaming at him.

“Oh shit!” you gasp immediately leaping after her, but it’s kind of too late. She is sprinting so fast, making the band go all “wtf” at her as she is running towards Shawn who is at the front of the stage. All eyes are on you and her as the crowd starts screaming her name.

Shawn’s head snaps back and when he sees the little girl reaching for him at first panic sets in his face, but then he realizes nothing really happened to her. Picking her up he sees you and you mouth him a sorry, but he just smiles at you warmly.

“I turned away just for a second,” you explain, trying to speak loud over the screaming in the arena. Skylar couldn’t be less bothered, giggling at the people clapping for her, waving at them as if the whole show was hers.

“It’s alright,” Shawn assures you fixing her dress with one hand. “I have an idea,” he smiles at her and you don’t understand his intention, but you walk backstage anyway, letting him do whatever he has on his mind.

“We have a special guest tonight. Skylar wanted to say hello,” he chuckles into the mic and holding it to her she basically bites into it mumbling a sweet hi to the people.

Walking over to the piano at the back he sits her down next to him as his fingers slide over the keys.

“This one is for you, Princess,” he smiles down at her, eyes shining as she is staring up at her daddy with endless adoration.

When the melody of Queen’s Love Of My Life starts you can already feel the tears dwelling in your eyes. Despite the sad meaning of the song, Skylar loves it. The first time she heard Shawn sing it at a rehearsal she was just two, trooped over to him at the piano, plopped down on the ground and stared up at him with breathtaking devotion, eyes never leaving his face as he sang the song beautifully, making everyone watch them with love warming their body.

She reacts the same way this time. Her eyes glued to his face as he sings the lines, making the whole arena go silent watching the enchanting daddy-daughter moment, enjoying to be part of such a wonderful thing.

Moments like this reminds you of how deeply you love him, your love growing each day if that’s even possible. He never fails to amaze you till this day, even after all these years you’ve spent with him and you are just hoping you’ve given back enough to him with your actions and that he knows how much he means to you.

When the song ends and the tune of the piano comes to a halt people start screaming, go crazy as he wraps his army around the little girl, hugging her tight to his chest as he tiny hands hold onto his neck.

Struggling with your tears you walk back, taking Skylar from his hands he leans to you capturing your lips in a sweet kiss before you walk off, letting him continue with his next song.

You keep an eye on Skylar cautiously for the rest of the show, not wanting to let her interrupt the concert one more time, even though it’s pretty clear no one would mind it. Once it’s over, Shawn runs off the stage and Skylar is right there, waiting to jump into his arms.

“Daddy! You sang to me!” she giggles ash Shawn holds her high before sitting her to his hip.

“Did you like it?” he smiles at her playfully.

“Yes! Again! Again!” she chants making both of you chuckle.

“I’ll sing you something at bedtime, okay?” he offers and she accepts it happily. “Come on, let’s get going.”

An hour later she is passed out in the middle of the king sized bed, hands above her head, legs thrown in the weirdest position, just like she used to sleep when she was a baby. Shawn is lying next to her, one hand on her stomach as he is watching her sleep peacefully. You join them on the bed, kissing his forehead gently before making yourself comfortable.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” he whispers, his eyes peeking at you.

“Not in a few hours, if I remember correct,” you smirk at him, the corners of his mouth turning upward.

“Then I love you and thank you for everything you do for our daughter and me. It means the world to me.”

“You are doing just as much for me and her,” you smile back at him, nuzzling your head into the pillow.

“Will do it for the rest of my life, I promise.”

“I know,” you whisper back, closing your eyes.

[werenzki]

Elias Lindholm #1

Anonymous said: Could you write a imagine about Elias Lindholm? No smut please :) I've got the biggest crush on him!! Your writing is the best btw

A/N: i’ve never realized how much i loved elias’s name till i was writing this, brb naming my first born son after this lovely boy.. also just you guys liked it and i’m really really sorry for the wait on this request!!! 

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Wedding season was upon everyone as June came to an end and July was just around the corner. This Summer it seemed to be a trend to get married. Sure, you were getting to the age now when your friends were tying the knot, but you swore that every hockey players ever needed to be married this year. Not that you minded, it just meant you got to see your dashing boyfriend in a suit plenty of times during the off season. 

“You’re wearing the blue dress today right?” Elias asked from his closet, his voice carrying out to where you were cooped up in his ensuite bathroom. 

Applying another coat of mascara, you opened your eyes wide and watched yourself carefully in the mirror, “navy, yes,” you answered while putting the wand back into the tube and tossing it into your makeup bag. 

Looking over yourself once more, you fiddled with your hair to make sure the curls all flowed right before looking once over your natural makeup and finally exiting the bathroom after the many hours you had been in there. You had taken so long that Elias had actually had to shower down the hall in his main bathroom, since if he had a hot shower in here it’d ruin all your hard work. Your boyfriend was simply nice enough to work around you.

You adjusted your robe and walked into the closet where Elias was buttoning up his suit pants, the navy ones to be exact. You smiled and walked past him to grab your dress, it was probably your favourite of all the dresses you had gotten for this summer of weddings. Plus, it matched perfectly with Elias’s navy suit - which was also your favourite. 

“Mind helping me zip up?” You asked after slipping into the dress, with your back to Elias, you turned around to see he was finishing up buttoning his white dress shirt. 

“We’re catching an Uber right?” He asked while zipping up your dress. 

“Thanks,” you murmured and turned back around, fixing your hair while looking at your selection of shoes, “and yeah, open bar so I’m assuming we’re taking full advantage of that,” 

“As long as you don’t go taking the mic and trying to start karaoke again,”

“Shut up, Joanna and Eddie loved it,” 

“Well, the rest of Greece didn’t,” Elias teased you with a smirk on his face. You stuck your tongue out at him before bending down to pick up your simple black heels. 

You made your way out of the closet and sat down on the end of the king sized bed while putting on your heels. Elias walked out from the closet only seconds after you, his shirt now tucked in while he had his jacket in his one hand and his shoes in the other. He put both down and grabbed ahold of your legs, causing you to fall backwards on the bed and gasp in surprise. Then you were smiling as you watched him doing up the little buckle on your heels for you. 

“Thanks,” you smiled. Elias was about to sit beside your feet, but you leaned forward to pull the collar of his shirt and bring him down with you. 

“What in the world-” you cut off his confused words with your lips crashing onto his. Elias held himself up with one hand planted on the mattress beside your head while the other cupped your face - gently brushing his fingers along your jaw as the kiss grew deeper. 

“We should get going,” Elias stated with his breathing unsteady. You kept your eyes on his soft pink lips and smiled. 

“We’ve got time,” you said and kissed him hard again. 

You spend the next few minutes in your own little world as you two kissed till you were nearly out of breath. Then you peppered little kisses down his jaw, and he leaned down to kiss your forehead before getting up from the mattress. You were still smiling like an idiot as Elias slipped into his shoes and tied them quickly.

Somedays you just needed to make out with your boyfriend in bed. You were so in love it made you sick. Never did you imagine yourself falling so deeply in love with anyone - then Elias Lindholm walked into your life. Figuratively and literally. You’d never forget the moment he looked down at you as you fell to the ground at the local outdoor rink, you scowled till you met his soft apologetic eyes. Then he was teaching you how to skate only moments after saying sorry twenty million times. 

Next thing you knew, you were going on dates, attending Hurricane games, then you were sleeping over at his apartment most days - he was still in the process of trying to move you in - and you were meeting his family at the end of July in Sweden. You knew that it’d only be a matter of time before it’d be your own wedding the you two of would be attending. With so many happening recently, the topic got brought up and you both saw that bright future ahead. 

“You look beautiful,” Elias spoke quietly while walking up behind you. His arms snaked around your waist and you smiled at the reflection staring back at you in the full length mirror beside the front door. 

“Thank you,” you nearly whispered back to him. 

“Love you,” he muttered while nuzzling your neck. The feeling of his bread caused you to giggle, your shoulder immediately pushing up to get him away from you. 

“You still going to love me when I’m dancing barefoot with Jeff and his new wife tonight?” You asked jokingly, turning to face Elias now. 

He brushed back your hair from your face, his eyes watched his own action as he tucked it behind your ear gently while your eyes were glued to his light green eyes - with the way the sun was shining today, they nearly looked clear. Elias paused for a moment, the silence made your stomach tense up while your heart beat faster. 

“I’ll probably fall even more in love with you then,” he smiled. 

“As if that’s possible,” you replied jokingly while rolling your eyes and tossing your hair back. 

Elias chuckled and took you off guard while pressing his lips to yours for a quick kiss. “You’re right,” he chuckled. 

As you were thinking of just how much you loved the man standing in front of you, your phone went off with the notification that your Uber was here to pick you up. You showed Elias and he pressed another peck to your hair before turning to grab his wallet from the small table beside the door and you threw your purse on your shoulder. Once the two of you were ready, you threaded your hand in his large one and walked down to the awaiting car together.