#jiwon x gn reader

[faebled-stories]

Restless Desires

Kinkvember Day 5: In Heat

IVE's Kim Jiwon (Liz) x Gender Neutral reader

A delicate warmth brushes Liz's face, coaxing her out of sleep. She shifts beneath the sheets, feeling their softness around her like a lingering embrace. Her eyelids flutter open, and the blurred outlines of her room slowly sharpen as she blinks away the last dregs of sleep. Gentle light filters through the curtains, painting her bed in golden shades, almost as if she’s emerged into a new, tender world. With a slow breath, she senses the quiet hum of morning—the soft ticking of the clock, the faint rustle of the sheets, and the subtle, irresistible pull of something stirring within her.

Heat begins to stir low in her belly, a subtle spark that soon spreads like molten fire through her veins. Liz groans softly, a sound of half-hearted resistance mingled with surrender, as she tries to ignore the steady throb between her thighs. Not today, she thinks, rolling over and pulling the covers tighter around her, seeking comfort in her nest of warmth. But the sensation persists, creeping back with greater urgency, like an uninvited guest refusing to leave. Her skin tingles, her breaths quickening, as the fire inside her intensifies, insistent and unyielding—a force that refuses to be denied.

Frustration flickers in Liz's chest, a tiny ember amidst the growing blaze of her desire. She doesn’t want to start the day like this—needy, desperate for something only you can give her. The thought of your touch, the memory of your skin against hers, and the way a single look from you can ignite her longing make the ache impossible to ignore. Her fingers slide beneath the sheets, grazing over bare skin, tracing the contours of her body as if mapping uncharted territory. Even the lightest touch sends a ripple of pleasure through her—a shockwave that promises more but still isn’t enough. It’s like standing on the edge of a precipice, feeling the thrill of the fall without ever taking the leap.

This is ridiculous, she scolds herself, the inner voice a stern reminder amidst the clamoring of her body. It’s too early to feel so worked up. But as her fingers moved lower, skimming the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, a soft gasp escaped her lips. Her body hums, alive with desire, every nerve ending screaming for release. Yet no matter how hard she tries, the relief she craves is always just out of reach, a mirage dancing on the horizon, taunting her with its elusiveness.

After several minutes of futile attempts, Liz groans in frustration and throws the covers aside, the cool air of the room clashing with the heat burning inside her. She stomps into the bathroom and splashes cold water on her face, hoping the shock of it will douse the flames consuming her. But as she stares at her flushed reflection, droplets of water clinging to her cheeks, she knows the day has already been defined by the current of desire coursing through her. It’s a force too strong to be quelled by cold water or willpower. This part of her—a wild, untamed longing—yearns for connection, for the touch only you can provide.

Liz steps into the shower, letting the hot water stream over her skin, the heat a strange comfort that matches the fire pulsing beneath her surface. The steam wraps around her, blending with the tension she carries, momentarily giving her the illusion of release. But as the minutes pass, it becomes clear that no amount of scalding water can wash away the ache smoldering inside. Shutting off the stream, she wraps herself in a towel, droplets trailing like tiny reminders of her unrelieved need.

Accepting the truth that pulses within her, Liz acknowledges that the only way to find peace is to embrace the fire, to surrender to the longing that refuses to subside. Determined, she resolves to seek you out, knowing that only you hold the key to quenching the thirst burning inside her. After drying off, she pulls on simple undergarments, the fabric cool against her still-warm skin. She throws on an oversized sweater in an attempt to shield herself from the world, but the soft, loose fabric feels irritating against her heated body. Her shorts, normally a comfortable fit, now feel restrictive, a teasing reminder of the tension coiling within her. Even as she steps into the kitchen, Liz’s frustration has only deepened.

In the gentle calm of the kitchen, you sit at the table, fingers flying across your laptop keyboard. You looked focused, so absorbed in your work, and the sight sent a jolt through Liz, intensifying the throbbing between her legs. She bites her lip, momentarily stunned by the image of you deep in concentration, while her body vibrates with a need that makes it impossible to think of anything else.

“Morning,” she calls softly, attempting a casual tone.

You glance up, offering a warm smile. “Morning my love, how was your sleep?,” you reply before returning your focus to the screen, oblivious to the storm brewing within her.

With a hard gulp and her heart pounding as Liz crosses the room in quick strides. She leans down, planting a soft kiss on your lips, intending it as a brief touch of affection. But the instant her lips meet yours, the fire blazing inside her flares to life, overtaking any sense of restraint. The kiss deepens almost instinctively, her body pressing against yours, her fingers trembling as they cling to your shirt.

A soft, involuntary whimper escapes her, and she feels the tension in her own body shiver into the kiss. She needs this, needs you, the way a parched desert thirsts for rain. Every inch of her skin feels electrified, hyper-aware of your closeness, her pulse racing to match the quickening rhythm of her breath.

You pull back slightly, surprised, your eyes searching hers. “Baby? What—”

But she doesn’t let you finish. Driven by a hunger too strong to ignore, she grabs the front of your shirt with both hands and pulls you back, crashing her lips into yours with a fierce, undeniable need. Her fingers twist in the fabric, knuckles whitening as she clings to you, anchoring herself against the tidal wave of longing rising within her. The kiss is no longer gentle—it’s a desperate claim, a silent plea that her words can’t convey. Her mouth moves against yours insistently, each press of her lips more urgent than the last, her breath mingling with yours as she leans in, seeking every ounce of connection she can steal from this moment.

Her body seems to mold itself to yours, her hands slipping up to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you closer as though afraid of the slightest distance. Her pulse hammers in her veins, each beat fueling the fire burning brighter inside her, making it impossible to hold back. She pours every bit of her yearning into that kiss, the soft brush of her lips transforming into something raw and consuming, a desperation she can’t disguise or suppress.

When you finally break apart, both of you are breathless, and Liz’s face is flushed, her pupils wide with desire. She grins, heart pounding a wild rhythm that mirrors the frantic beat of her pulse. "Just... a good morning kiss," she teases, though her voice is husky, barely above a whisper, betraying the intensity of her desire.

You chuckle, shaking your head with a look of endearing exasperation. “Right... Maybe you should let me get back to work?”

Liz steps back, the fire inside her roaring even hotter at your words. She isn’t done—not even close. The kiss has only stoked the flames, and the tension in her body is becoming unbearable. She needs more, much more than a mere kiss.

As she busies herself preparing breakfast, Liz keeps glancing over at you. The sight of you working, which usually brings her comfort, now fills her with irritation. Is their work really that important? she wonders, feeling the heat twist in her stomach. Or are they just ignoring me? The thought fuels a potent mix of frustration and anticipation.

In a bold move, she leans over the counter, letting the sweater slip down her shoulder, exposing more skin than necessary. “Hey,” she calls, keeping her tone light and playful. “Do you think it’s normal to feel… really warm down there?”

You glance up, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. “Warm? Like a fever?”

Liz chuckles, her heart racing with the thrill of her own audacity. “No, not like that... just... you know, hot.” She lets the words hang in the air, heavy with implication.

Your expression is confused, and it only stokes her impatience. “Maybe it’s the weather,” you offer, looking back at your screen. “Should I open a window?”

Liz sighs, rolling her eyes as she turns back to the stove. Seriously? she thinks, already conjuring up a dozen ways to make you understand the heat she wants to share. The day is still young, and Liz is determined that the fire within her will not be doused by misunderstanding or indifference. Today, she’ll make sure you feel the heat, too.

After a cozy breakfast shared in the warm glow of morning light, Liz feels a familiar itch for a bit of fun. The soft clicks of your keyboard punctuate the quiet kitchen, your concentration clearly unbroken by her hints at distraction. She smiles to herself, deciding it’s time to turn things up a notch.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Liz unlocked her phone and scrolled through her carefully curated playlist until she found one of your favorite songs—an upbeat, toe-tapping melody known to get even the most stoic souls moving. As the lively tune filled the kitchen, she swayed her hips, casting a playful glance over her shoulder in your direction.

“Come on, you love this song!” she teased, her voice bubbling with infectious enthusiasm. She exaggerated her movements, swishing her hips dramatically as if inviting you to join her in a spontaneous dance. “Dance with me!”

You glanced up, offering a brief smile at her playful energy before your eyes returned to the screen. “I would love to, but I really need to finish this…” you replied, your tone laced with apology but unwavering in focus.

Undeterred, Liz spun on her toes, her hair fanning out as she twirled closer to you. “Oh, come on!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in mock exasperation. “Just one dance. You know you can’t resist me!”

A soft chuckle slipped from you, clearly entertained by her antics, but your fingers resumed their quick tapping across the keyboard. “I really need to get this done,” you insisted, your focus still intact.

With an exaggerated huff, Liz threw her hands in the air, her eyes sparkling with renewed determination. She realized subtlety wasn’t going to work this time; she needed a different approach. So, with a sly smile, she scrolled through her phone again, selecting a slower, sultry track that filled the kitchen with a deep, sensual beat. She began moving to the rhythm, rolling her hips in a way she knew would be impossible for you to ignore.

The shift in tempo did not go unnoticed. Your fingers stilled momentarily, and your gaze lifted, following the hypnotic sway of her body. Liz noticed the flicker of interest in your eyes and smirked inwardly. Gotcha, her confidence started to build.

“What's more important, your work or me?” she whispered, stepping closer until her chest is pressed against your back. “Come on, just give in, I can see it in your eyes.” Her breath was warm on your ear, her voice dipping into a tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

Without waiting for a response, she leaned in, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss just below your ear, where she knew you liked. Her lips traced down the line of your jaw, slow and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of skin. Her kisses were soft at first, feather-light, each one coaxing you to lose a little more focus.

As she reached the side of your neck, her hands slid up and tangled into your hair, her fingers curling with just enough pressure to make you look up from your work. She tugged gently, pulling you closer as she kissed the spot just above your collarbone, her lips pressing in deeper, each kiss warmer and more possessive than the last. She could feel the faintest hitch in your breath as her lips moved, her mouth leaving a trail of warmth in her wake. The sensation was dizzying, and every brush of her lips seemed to spark a little more heat between you, making it impossible to ignore her any longer.

One hand drifted from your hair to your shoulder, her fingertips brushing slowly down your arm before trailing back up, her touch deliberate and teasing. Her lips hovered at the nape of your neck, grazing softly as she whispered, “Can you please give me attention?” Her voice was a gentle plea wrapped in a sultry tease, her breath hot against your skin.

Her hands tightened slightly in your hair as her lips continued their trail, her kisses deepening as she left small, possessive marks—soft, warm reminders of her presence that lingered even after her lips moved. She pressed herself closer, the rhythm of the song matching the slow, deliberate beat of her heart. Her voice softened, and you could feel her smirk against your skin, an invitation that left little choice but to surrender to the pull of her touch.

Your resolve wavered as you glanced at her, but with a quick shake of your head, you refocused on your work. “Honey, I promise after I'm done, I'll give you all the attention you need, okay?”

Her lower lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout, the disappointment was almost comically dramatic. But she wasn’t ready to concede defeat. Instead, with a quick, determined stride, Liz slipped out of the kitchen and darted to your shared bedroom. She rummaged through the drawer, grabbing a fresh set of lacy undergarments, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she hid them behind her back. She returned to the kitchen, concealing the change of clothes with an innocent smile.

Rejoining you, Liz picked up a glass of water, a glint of mischief in her eye. She positioned herself close to you, pretending to take a casual sip, then with an exaggerated gasp and a theatrical tilt, she "accidentally" spilled the water down the front of her sweater and shorts, the cold splash soaking through the fabric and clinging to her curves beneath.

She let out a playful, shocked gasp, looking down at herself with wide eyes. “Oops!” she exclaimed, feigning innocence as she looked up at you, her eyes shining with mischief. “Looks like I made a mess…”

You looked up, eyebrows raised in amused disbelief. “Really?” you began, trying to keep your tone stern, but your amusement betrayed you.

Without missing a beat, Liz shrugged, flashing you a devilish smile as she reached for the hem of her soaked sweater. With an agonizing slowness, she pulled it off, letting the damp fabric slip over her shoulders and fall to the floor, leaving her in her wet shorts and a cute pink bra that hugged her so well. She shot you a glance, watching as your gaze lingered.

But she wasn’t done. Her fingers hooked under the waistband of her shorts, and with a teasing glance in your direction, she slid them down her hips, letting the fabric fall to the floor and leaving her in the matching soaked underwear. The damp material clung to her skin, accentuating every curve and had become almost see-through, revealing the soft contours beneath. It molded to her body, tracing every line and dip with delicate precision, hinting at the natural line between her legs. A small smile played on her lips as she noticed the faint shift in your expression, a silent acknowledgment of the effect she had on you.

She took a slow step forward, lifting her chin defiantly. “You sure you don’t want to help me out now?” she teased, raising an eyebrow as she tugged at the strap of her bra.

Your gaze followed the movement, and you chuckled, shaking your head even as your resolve began to waver. “You’re going to have to try harder than that,” you replied, though your tone softened, hinting at how close you were to giving in.

“Oh, I plan to,” she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper as she drew nearer. Her hands slipped behind her back, fingers deftly locating the clasp of her bra. In one smooth motion, she unhooked it, allowing the fabric to glide down her arms and pool at her feet, revealing her bare chest. Her eyes locked onto yours, challenging you to look away. But you couldn’t; your gaze lingered, tracing the contours of her form.

Then, with deliberate slowness, she turned around, her back to you as her hands slipped down to the waistband of her panties. She bent over slightly, just enough to give you a full, tantalizing view, as she peeled the wet fabric down her hips and thighs, letting it drop to her feet. Every movement was slow and intentional, and the sight left you speechless, torn between finishing your work and giving in.

Straightening up, she faced you once more, her cheeks slightly flushed but her eyes filled with confidence. Without a word, she reached for the fresh set of undergarments she had hidden, slipping into them as you watched, completely captivated.

Her lips curled into a sly smile as she met your gaze again. “Now… will you touch me?” she asked, her voice a soft plea wrapped in a sultry tease, her tone breaking the last of your resolve.

You chuckled, shaking your head with a hint of feigned restraint. “Later, I promise. If I don't finish this then I won’t have a job—and then I won’t be able to get you all those things you keep hinting about.” Your tone was steady, but your gaze betrayed you as it traced all over her body, revealing just how much of a struggle it was to stay focused.

Liz let out an exaggerated, melodramatic groan, her hands falling to her hips in mock defeat. “Fine, fine. Later, that's what you always say,” she said, pouting as she reluctantly stepped back, throwing you one last, imploring look.

Just then, your phone buzzed on the table, its insistent vibration shattering the playful silence. You stood up to answer, frustration flashing across your face as you paced back and forth, absorbed in the terse conversation. As you talked, Liz watched you, her own impatience simmering. The wait stretched on unbearably, her need for you now pulsing with an almost comical level of urgency. She could feel her determination solidifying.

Without uttering a single word, she rose from her seat, her movements fluid yet purposeful. She slipped into the sanctuary of the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her. The coolness of the tiles against her back was a contrast to the feverish heat that radiated from within. Leaning against the wall, she released a shaky breath, the ache between her thighs a relentless, pulsating demand for attention.

Her hands, trembling slightly with pent-up desire, began a slow descent down her body. They traced the contours of her hips, the familiar terrain now electrified with heightened sensitivity. Dipping between her legs, her fingers tentatively explored the heat that beckoned them. Her breath hitched as she grazed her sensitive skin, a jolt of pleasure coursing through her, but it was fleeting, a mere whisper of what she truly yearned for.

She pressed her fingers more firmly against herself, attempting to mimic the touch she so desperately needed from you. Her heart pounded in her chest, a staccato rhythm that matched the increasing tempo of her own hand. The tension within her coiled ever more tightly, each desperate stroke fueling the fire that threatened to consume her.

Yet, despite her best efforts, the release she sought remained maddeningly out of reach. Her self-administered caresses, though fervent, were a hollow imitation of the passion she craved. A soft desperate whimper escaped her lips, her head falling back against the unyielding wall as her body trembled with unmet need. Her fingers moved with increasing urgency, her breath quickening to short, sharp gasps, but the elusive wave of pleasure she sought continued to elude her, taunting her with its proximity.

"Come on… please…" she begged into the empty room, her voice a tremulous blend of desperation and frustration. She increased the pressure, her hips undulating against her own hand, but the crescendo she so desperately sought remained just beyond her grasp. Her fingers, now slick with her own arousal, were simply not enough to quell the storm within her.

Defeated, she withdrew her hand, her body still throbbing with an unsatisfied longing. Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, and a solitary tear of frustration tracked down her cheek. The realization hit her with a profound clarity: she needed you. Only you could extinguish the flame that raged unabated inside her.

Liz composed herself, the cool air of the bathroom doing little to temper the inferno that burned within. She emerged from the bathroom, her gaze immediately drawn to you. You sat at the table, the picture of calm repose after your phone call, contrasting to the turmoil that racked her. Without hesitation, she sprinted across the room, her need for you a palpable force that propelled her forward. She climbed onto your lap, her body pressing against yours, her desperation an unmistakable presence between you.

"I don't care about your work," she whispered, her voice raw with the remnants of her frustrated attempts at satisfaction. "I tried, but it's not enough. I need you."

The words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable, thickening the tension between you. She inched closer, the anticipation building with each heartbeat. Her breaths were shallow, her cheeks flushed, and when she lifted her hand toward your face, her intentions were unmistakable.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she brought them to your eyes, and you noticed the glistening sheen—a subtle but unmistakable sign of her arousal. The warmth radiating from her touch spoke volumes, the scent and sight of her desire making the air around you almost electric.

Slowly, she then slid her fingers past your lips, and you couldn’t suppress the soft gasp that escaped as the taste and warmth of her skin flooded your senses. The feel of her wet fingers against your tongue sent an electric pulse through you, one that lingered, intense and undeniable. Your eyelids fluttered closed, your breath hitching as you surrendered to the sensory overload she was offering.

Her fingers moved slowly, exploring the warmth of your mouth as if savoring every second. She traced the curve of your tongue, brushing lightly against the smoothness of your palate, each touch slow and deliberate, leaving a lingering warmth that was impossible to ignore. You felt her breath, hot and close, mingling with yours as her fingers coaxed a fire that echoed the rising tension between you. Your heart raced, each beat syncing with the throb of need that simmered just beneath the surface.

The heat in her core, which had moments ago felt unbearable, now flared into an intense blaze. With each passing moment, as her fingers remained enveloped in the warmth of your mouth, she could feel herself becoming more and more aroused. The wetness between her legs grew, a physical testament to her body's readiness. A soft moan escaped her lips as she imagined the culmination of their shared desire, the anticipation of what was to come next a sweet torture that promised to finally douse the unquenchable fire within.

Your eyes widened, reflecting a cocktail of surprise and mounting passion as Liz, with a fiery determination, began to move against you. Her hips swayed with an initial languidness, a slow burn that was quickly stoked into an intense flame. Each roll of her body was a word in an unspoken language, a plea for connection that was both physical and profoundly emotional.

Her lips, soft and insistent, blazed a trail down the column of your neck, marking you with the fervent passion of her need. The love bite she left just below your ear was a brand, a claim of intimacy that sent shivers down your spine. “Keep working for all I care, just let me use you.” she whispered, her voice a tremulous testament to her desperation. Her sentence trailed off into a moan as her hips found a rhythm that spoke of her urgency.

Liz’s body was a conduit of yearning, each movement an expression of her deep-seated desire. Her need was palpable, a force that seemed to vibrate through the very air around you. Your hands, initially steadying, now clung to her waist with an intensity that mirrored her own. Your breaths were short, sharp bursts of air as you wrestled with your own surging need, striving to maintain a semblance of control in the face of her unbridled passion.

But Liz, lost in the throes of her own longing, was beyond the point of patience. Her lips returned to your neck, leaving another love bite, a twin to the first, as she ground against you with increasing fervor. “Ugh forget what I said. Please help me out!” she whimpered, her voice cracking under the weight of her need. “I can’t take it anymore.”

It was the raw vulnerability in her voice that finally pierced your resolve. Your hands, now firm and decisive, gripped her hips, not to pull her closer but to lift her gently off your lap. You guided her toward the bed, a sanctuary where you could lavish upon her the care and attention she so desperately craved. Liz blinked in momentary confusion, her body still pulsing with unfulfilled desire. She had been so close to the edge, so ready to tumble over it with you.

“Okay” you murmured softly, your voice a soothing balm against her flushed skin as you cupped her cheek. Your thumb traced a gentle path across her heated flesh, a silent promise of the tenderness to come. “I didn't know it was this bad, I'm sorry for making you wait.” Your lips found hers in a kiss that was both a reassurance and a reawakening of her senses. “But I want to take care of you properly. This is all about you, baby.”

Liz’s breath hitched, her body quivering with a mixture of anticipation and a newfound sense of being cherished. As you guided her down onto the bed, your hands moved with a reverence that made her heart flutter. Each touch, each caress, was a testament to your desire to please her, to explore the depths of her need and satisfy it in a way that was as much about connection as it was about physical release.

Your lips continued their journey, leaving a trail of soft, deliberate kisses down her neck. You took your time, savoring the moment, as you kissed across her collarbone with a tenderness that made her feel both vulnerable and exquisitely seen. With gentle care, you unclasped her bra, revealing the stiff nubs breasts, the raw truth of her desire. Liz’s skin prickled under your touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she surrendered to the waves of anticipation that coursed through her.

In the quiet of the room, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you—a tangle of limbs and a tapestry of whispered yearnings. Your every move was deliberate, a dance of devotion that promised to worship every inch of her being. Liz felt overwhelmed, not just by the sensations that threatened to consume her, but by the depth of emotion that shone in your eyes. In this sacred space, she was not just a body to be claimed, but a soul to be revered.

As your lips continued their tender exploration, each kiss a vow of adoration, Liz surrendered to the exquisite surrender, knowing that in your capable hands, she would find not just the release she craved, but the connection she had been yearning for all along.

“I’ve got you, baby,” you whispered against her skin, kissing lower as your hands gently pressed against her thighs to ease them apart. “Let me take care of you.”

Liz whimpered softly, her fingers gripping the sheets as your lips grazed her inner thighs, teasing her with featherlight kisses. The anticipation was excruciating, the fire between her legs almost unbearable now. “Please,” she gasped, her hips shifting under your touch. “Please hurry up. I can’t wait…”

You looked up, eyes dark with intent but softened with affection. “I know, honey,” you murmured, voice soothing. “You don’t have to wait anymore.”

Slowly, you hooked your fingers around the waistband of her panties, slipping them down her thighs. As you pulled the fabric away, a glistening line of arousal connected it to her core, a raw, intimate sign of her need that sent a fresh wave of desire surging through you.

With that, you lowered your mouth to her most intimate area, beginning a slow, deliberate journey with your tongue that drew a sharp gasp from her lips. Liz's back arched off the bed as the first wave of intense pleasure washed over her, your name falling from her lips in a soft, breathless plea.

You savored every moment, taking in the taste and warmth of her, feeling the desperation in every tremor of her body. Your tongue moved with deliberate purpose, tracing slow, languid circles around her most sensitive spot before pressing in, tasting the raw sweetness of her arousal. The slight tang lingered on your tongue, a heady reminder of how close she was to unraveling.

With each flick and caress, you explored her rhythm, sensing exactly where to tease and where to soothe. You took her clit between your lips, sucking softly at first, then with increasing pressure, drawing a deep moan from her that resonated through your chest. Her hips arched instinctively, pressing against your mouth, silently begging for more. The slow, sensual rhythm built her higher and higher, and you felt her thighs begin to tremble on either side of you.

Liz’s hands fisted the sheets, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as you intensified your pace. You could feel her holding back, teetering on the edge, her body taut and eager beneath you as your tongue worked her into a state of pure need. She had waited so long for this, imagined your touch from the moment she woke, and now, here you were, driving her wild with bliss.

“Please,” she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea. Her fingers found their way to your hair, tangling in it as she clung to you, her body quivering. “Don’t stop… Oh God, please don’t stop.”

You lifted your head just enough to murmur against her skin, the hum of your voice sending a shiver through her core. “I won’t, baby,” you whispered, lips brushing her, each word thick with intent. “I��m going to make you feel so good.”

Her soft cries grew louder as you continued, your tongue stroking over her, slow and unrelenting, each motion sparking new jolts of pleasure that left her gasping and releasing another desperate moan from her lips. Liz’s body arched sharply, her thighs tightening around you as the pressure intensified.

“Oh my…” she gasped, voice catching in her throat, her breath shallow and ragged. “I’m so close…”

“Go ahead, baby,” you murmured, your breath hot against her skin. “Cum for me.”

The words combined with a deep flick of your tongue, were all she needed. Her release crashed over her, consuming her in waves. Liz cried out, her body trembling violently, thighs quivering uncontrollably as the orgasm took hold. Her hands clenched the back of your head, pulling you impossibly close as her head threw back, each moan spilling from her lips a testament to the ecstasy you’d pulled her into.

But you didn’t stop. Your mouth remained on her, relentless and devoted, your tongue and lips letting her ride out every last bit of her orgasm. When her thighs started to press together, instinctively seeking some escape from the intensity, you hooked both hands between her legs, prying her open with gentle but steady pressure. Your fingers dug softly into the flesh of her inner thighs, holding her in place, ensuring she stayed completely vulnerable to every flick of your tongue.

Liz whimpered, her hips squirming under your firm hold, her body entirely exposed to your touch, with nowhere to hide from the sensations that were building within her. She tried to twist away, overwhelmed by the pleasure, but your hands kept her steady, her every movement restrained in the soft grasp of your fingers.

“I can’t… please… it’s too much…” she moaned, her hands weakly gripping your head, but even then, she knew the warm feeling in her core was still lingering. “Okay, maybe just one more.” She weakly let out, contradicting her own words.

The sensation between her legs was nearly unbearable, her breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps as your mouth moved over her, slow and torturous, each flick of your tongue igniting another spark of sensation. You let your lips close over her sensitive clit again, sucking softly, then firm enough to tug on the nub, until her body responded with a shuddering moan that sent a thrill through your being.

You let your mouth bring her closer and closer, feeling the growing tension in her thighs and the way her breathing became ragged. You stayed focused, your tongue moving with purpose, keeping her right on the edge.

“Oh… oh, please…” she gasped, her voice quivering as you increased the pressure, holding her open and vulnerable as her release built quickly, the intensity almost too much to bear.

With a particular lick, your tongue curved deep inside her, pressing against her walls as it moved, then you brought it back flicking over her clit repeatedly. She cried out, her body going rigid as the climax surged through her. Her toes curled, and her thighs trembled in your firm grasp, but you held her open, feeling the waves of pleasure pulse through her. Her juices enveloped your mouth as she shook uncontrollably, her hands gripping the sheets, breathless from the overwhelming bliss that crashed over her again and again. “Oh God… fuck! I-I’m cumming!” she cried, her voice breaking as her body convulsed beneath you, every nerve alight with intensity. The sensation was so powerful it left her undone, each convulsive tremor a testament to the pleasure coursing through her, leaving her utterly spent, yet deeply fulfilled.

You slowed your movements, letting your tongue soften as you felt the warmth of her release, helping her ride out the final waves of pleasure. Leaning in, you pressed gentle, reverent kisses along her pulsing, trembling folds, each one soft and deliberate, as if sealing in the pleasure that still coursed through her. With each kiss, you felt the last traces of her climax gradually ease, her body quivering under your touch.

When you finally pulled back, Liz collapsed onto the bed, her body still trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was completely spent, her mind foggy with exhaustion and the overwhelming afterglow of multiple orgasms.

You crawled up beside her, pressing soft kisses along her stomach, then moving to her chest, and finally finding her lips. The kiss was slow, tender, and filled with love. Liz melted into it, tasting herself on your lips, her body still shaking from the aftershocks. Yet amid that tremble was a warmth in her chest—a feeling of being so completely cherished that it nearly brought tears to her eyes.

“You’re so cute,” you whispered against her lips, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Liz murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her body felt heavy, exhausted from the overwhelming pleasure, and she could feel the exhaustion pulling at her.

You smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Take a nap baby, I’ve got you.”

Liz’s eyelids fluttered shut, her body relaxing completely into the bed. The last thing she felt was the warmth of your lips pressing a final kiss to her forehead before she drifted off into a deep, contented sleep. You bent down and pressed a delicate kiss to her forehead, your lips lingering there as you whispered, “Sleep well, my love.”

Carefully, you tucked the blanket tighter around her shoulders, making sure she was wrapped up securely, bundled in a loving warmth. You gently ran your hand over the curve of her waist, the lightest of touches, before pulling the blanket higher up around her neck, ensuring that no part of her would feel cold. It was as if you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting her to be as comfortable and protected as possible.

“You’re adorable,” you murmured softly, smiling as you leaned in to kiss her again, pressing your lips softly to the top of her head. “How did I get so lucky?”

Liz let out a soft, sleepy hum, shifting slightly under the blanket, but she remained blissfully asleep. Your heart fluttered at the sound, and you stood slowly, your movements quiet and gentle as you finally tore yourself away, knowing she was completely at ease.

With a reluctant sigh, you walked back to the kitchen, settling in front of your laptop once again. But after just a few minutes, your thoughts kept drifting back to Liz, still peacefully asleep just a room away. Every few moments, you glanced in her direction, your focus slipping from your work.

Why not work there? you thought.

After all, you could bring the laptop into the bedroom and be close to her while she slept. Quietly, you stood, gathering your laptop and slipping into the bedroom. There was a small table and chair near the window, just perfect for setting up your workstation. You set the laptop down carefully, keeping the light low to avoid disturbing Liz, and settled into the chair.

Now, from your spot, you could watch Liz sleep while you worked—something that made your heart feel a little fuller.

As you worked, you kept stealing soft glances at her, your heart warming every time you saw her peacefully tucked under the covers, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. You smiled to yourself, feeling a sense of comfort knowing you were nearby in case she needed you.

If I finish quickly… your fingers tapping efficiently at the keys.

Determined to wrap up your work, you focused more than you had all day, your motivation clear. You wanted nothing more than to slide back into bed beside Liz and hold her close.

Finally, after what felt like forever, you finished your last task. A quiet sigh of relief escaped your lips as you closed the laptop, your eyes immediately drifting back to the bed. With a content smile, you stood and tiptoed to the bed, careful not to wake her.

The moment you slipped under the covers beside her, Liz instinctively stirred, her body reacting to your presence even in sleep. Without waking, she shifted closer, wrapping her whole body around you. Her leg draped over yours, her arms encircling your waist, and she pressed her face against your neck, letting out a soft, contented sigh as she snuggled into you, as if she had been waiting for you to return all along.

Your heart swelled as you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her in even closer. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, your fingers gently stroking her back as she relaxed fully against you.

“There you are,” you whispered softly, your voice full of warmth and affection. “I missed you too, baby.”

Liz responded with a sleepy hum, her grip on you tightening just a little, her breathing slow and steady. Even in her dreams, she clung to you, her body instinctively seeking the comfort of your embrace. You smiled down at her, your chest filling with a deep sense of love and contentment. She fit so perfectly against you, as though you were two pieces meant to come together.

You settled into the pillow, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing against you. You weren’t at all sleepy, but you lay there with a smile, reveling in the warmth of being so close to her. The gentle rhythm of her breathing was comforting, and as you watched her peaceful face, you felt a wave of happiness wash over you. In that moment, everything felt perfect, and you couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else. Wrapped up in each other, with the soft glow of the lights circling around you, everything was as it should be.

[moonbyulsstuff]

Maybe, In Another Life.

GN Reader.

Not Requested.

Masterlist.

Request Rules.

It's seen through the reader's perspective.

You watched.

You watched from the sidelines, you knew you never got the chance or will never had one. But you had hope, that maybe someday that he will look at you instead at her.

But you were only dreaming, it would never happen. You weren't given a chance from the god themselves.

You watched as he fallen in love deeper with her as time pass, so, being a good and supportive friend. You supported him in everything that he did and giving him advies.

It hurt... so badly. Your heart ached, telling to get away from him and never speak nor see him again. But you knew, he needed someone. So you stood by at his side.

Every single night, you cried onto your bed, soaking the pillow with your tears. Making the stars feel bad.

Nobody knows that you are in love with you, you... just never told anyone about it.

Yoo JI Hyuk.

Oh how your heart aches, every time you hear that name and how you wish you never the owner of that name.

But if you had taken action before he met her again, would things have changed? Would he be looking at you the same way he looks at her? At this point, you felt tired. Watching as your heart keeps aching every time you hear on how loving he keeps talking about her.

You wish you could shout at him, tell him how much you love him but you can't, and now you're here. Attending their wedding.

'She looks beautiful.'

You thought as Jiwon walked down the aisle, as Ji Hyuk was looking at her like she was a goddess sent form above. You bit your lip, trying not show the bitterness you had, not wanting to ruin the day for the couple.

You looked down and took a deep breath before looking back at the happy couple.

'Maybe in another life, it's me with you...'

[riyangiis]

WAIT FOR ME.

ever wonder what happens when your only friend and your crush leaves you on delivered for a little too long?

pairing , non-idol! yujin x gn!reader

genre , angst

warnings , death, car accident, bullying, overthinking, suicide, oc mentioned, swearing (a lot), yujin is a loner, eunkyung is sick in the head, implied homophobia, yujin is REALLY depressed, the ending? uhh.., I think that's all..

[ see more? ] ─ [ alt ending ]

[ note: jiwon is back.. erm not in a really good way.. I'M SO SORRY I'M SORRY YHSHDHDHDHDH ]

[niki-phoria]

Hii~ it’s the hybe game caterers anon! Hope I could request one about the finale of the random play dance where it’s down to Soobin and the two girl group members (sorry I don’t remember their names 😭) and it’s idol reader’s group song that plays and Soobin gets first place for it bc they’re secretly dating and he’s helped reader practice.

And one of reader’s members is like wow, he dances your part just like you do. Meanwhile txt be exposing their leader for watching reader’s fancams all the time thinking Soobin has a massive crush.

That’s how far the idea went, feel free to change it up! Thanks for being such an amazing writer!

p.s. could I be added to your anon list as 🎶anon?

pairing: soobin x gn!idol!reader (they/them pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.2k

includes: blushy soobin, some of the enha members are briefly mentioned bc i love them, i tried my best to get all the names correct but i'm not familiar with the other groups featured, their relationship isn't really secret lol but i tried my best, one of my fav works ngl

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i love this idea sm, i hope you like it :))

based on this and this !!

requests open !! read my rules first

“stand outside of the line,” producer nah announces, pointing to a string outlining a large circle on the field. you nervously wipe your hands off on your pants as you stand up from your seat, following the crowd towards the edge. 

“y/n,” soobin calls, waving you over. you smile as you rush over to where he’s standing. his hand immediately finds its home around your waist as he tugs you a little closer to him. 

“are we dancing?” you murmur, nervously looking down to check your shoelaces. 

“it’s okay,” soobin smiles. “we’ll dance together.” 

“this is the last segment. good work everyone.” you applaud with the others, grateful to have an excuse to be close to soobin again after weeks of your schedules keeping you apart. “we’re going to play the random dance.”

you let yourself focus on soobin’s arm still resting around your waist as producer nah explains the rules of the game before calling seungkwan over to judge with him. 

three notes chime out to announce the practice song before “blessed-cursed” begins playing. you follow soobin further into the grass field as you dance along to the choreography. you chuckle when kai rushes forwards immediately, taking the stage with ease. 

the music fades out once the first half of the chorus ends. soobin reaches over to grab your hand once you return to your place behind the line, giving you a reassuring squeeze. you smile when he does, letting some of your worries go as you relax and let yourself have fun. 

the rounds continue on smoothly with a similar routine each time: part of the chorus of a song plays, you step out into the field and complete the choreography as well as you can, then you step back where soobin takes your hand into his once again. it’s almost second nature to intertwine your fingers together with a small smile. 

your jaw drops as the song for round seven plays - “hey mama” by guetta. you let out a nervous laugh as you step over the line. beomgyu chuckles as you haphazardly follow yeonjun and soobin as they easily dance along to the song. “you don’t know it?” he asks over the music. 

“i didn’t watch street woman fighter,” you reply. 

sunoo gestures for a microphone with a small wave as producer nah hands it over. “beomgyu, sunghoon-hyung, jake-hyung, and y/n,” he calls. soobin smiles as he reaches over to reassuringly pat your shoulder. with one final raised fist and his whispered “fighting,” you step forwards to join the others in the line. the others slowly join you, including the seventeen members, jiwon, and kazuha. 

“let’s have yeonjun in front.” you chuckle at how flustered he looks as he steps forwards, hiding his face behind his hands in his embarrassment for a second. you poorly follow along to the choreography once again before following after sunghoon and jake when they leave. beomgyu reaches over to pat your shoulder with a small smile as you sit down in between him and jungwon. the grass is uncomfortable - even underneath the fabric of your pants - and pollen irritates your eyes, but you ignore it in favor of watching soobin. 

you watch as the group slowly dwindles down until there are only three people left standing: soobin, eunchae, and soyeon. “is txt going to crumble?” seungkwan teases as taehyun joins you on the other side of the field. yeonjun dances his way over after playful protests from the judges spur him to leave. he smiles as he sits beside you and taehyun in the grass. 

“wow!” you cheer, applauding with the others as “into the new world” ends. 

“what’s yeonjun's identity?” jay asks beside you. 

“something unexpected just happened,” producer nah says. “the man who looked like he’d survive to the end was eliminated!” 

yeonjun chuckles as you help beomgyu hand the microphone over to him. “my dance teacher is gone,” soyeon jokes. 

“we should hear from him,” seungkwan prompts. “we all thought he was gonna win.”

“ah, i had so much fun. i’m happy,” he smiles. 

“he was just a placeholder for soobin, who’s the real ace,” taehyun jokes.

“soobin!” you call, raising your fist. “fighting!” he laughs as he brings a hand up to hide his slightly flushed cheeks before standing back up and returning the gesture. 

“fighting,” he smiles. 

your attention remains glued to soobin as the group continues to dwindle down. yunjin is the next to leave, laughing as she’s welcomed back to the group with open arms. his eyes never leave yours - even when the sun slowly begins to set and the rounds continue to drag on. 

“ah,” seungkwan says. “i think they’re all winners.”

“i’d say they all won,” hoshi agrees. 

“can’t we try one last song?” beomgyu asks. 

“yeah, one more song,” others from the group chime in to agree. 

“okay, here’s what we’re going to do,” producer nah says. “all three of you won the coffee truck. we’ll do one final round to determine who wins the snack truck. the person who shows the most artistic expression will win.” 

“instead of eliminating them, we’ll pick first place,” seungkwan agrees. 

you raise your fist in a fighting gesture towards soobin once again as he laughs. “they haven’t played any of my songs yet,” you murmur. 

“they haven’t played ours either,” kai comforts. 

“the last song. music, cue!” your eyes widen when the chorus of the next song plays - your most recent comeback. soobin laughs as he rushes forwards, dancing to the beat with ease. the crowd around you erupts with cheers as his smile grows. he dances effortlessly while you hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment. 

“this is y/n’s song?” you can vaguely hear hoshi ask. beside him, minghao nods.  

niki laughs as he watches. “he dances exactly like y/n.”

“soobin-hyung watches their fancams all the time,” taehyun laughs. 

“it’s true!” beomgyu smiles. “he’s always talking about y/n and watching their content.” 

“we’re friends!” you defend. “he’s being supportive.” 

the round ends when the chorus finishes. soobin smiles at you from across the field as he holds the ending pose - the same one that you do during promotional performances. 

you join the others in applauding for them as you watch soobin bow to eunchae and soyeon. they do the same as they cheer for each other before seungkwan takes the microphone once again. “that was beyond respect. i’m in awe. however, i think the killing part determined the winner.” he pauses for dramatic effect before continuing. “congratulations… choi soobin of txt!” 

you can’t help your bright smile as you stand up. soobin smiles as he rushes over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. you’re quick to reciprocate; clinging to him as you celebrate. he presses a kiss against your forehead when he sets you back down on the ground, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. “congratulations love,” you smile. 

“i couldn’t have done it without you,” soobin whispers. his arm remains tightly around your waist as the rest of the txt boys join you. kai keeps you tightly in their group hug as you jump around in your excitement. 

[brrrkdslek]

50M FOLLOWERS SPECIAL‼️

❒ ateez x gn! reader

❒ idfk, gossip girls???

❒ your friend ditches you and is replaced with your favourite group, ateez.

❒ 0.8k

❒ fyi i was like half asleep when i wrote this. im not even gonna bother to edit btw im not making fun of anyone n shit just go with it pls im begging😭🙏🏻

your heart stops for a whole minute as you watch ateez walking across from you, just getting off their flight.

you rubbed your eyes multiple times as you shamelessly gawked at the boys that walked farther and farther away from you. damn, is this how lucky you are???

apparently not as you waited at the parking lot, checking your phone every few seconds waiting for your friend to arrive to pick you up.

you squatted down as fatigue took over your body and knocked you to the ground. you sighed, not even bothering to move.

just then, your phone vibrated in your pocket as you pick up the call. "jiwon! where the hell are you, i'm fucking starving!"

"uh... i might not be able to make it, heh." your eyes widen as you silently cried. fuck it's already 11pm, who's gonna take you home now???

you decided to sit there and cry your ass off until a miracle happened, which it did. you cried and whispered words of curses directed to your supposed 'best friend'.

"waaa, that stupid bimbo... i bet she ditched me 'cuz she's hooking up with some man whore," "who did?" you jumped as you looked to your right.

is that,

jung. fucking. wooyoung. question mark.

you stare at him for a few seconds before suddenly slapping yourself across the face, taking him by shock. "fuck! focus y/n, you shouldn't be fucking hallucinating right now..."

you sighed as you looked in his direction again. his figure still and very real. "wait, what the hell? you're real???" you put your hand over your mouth, why were you so fucking unlucky????

wooyoung then laughed as you stared at him like he was on something, "ah- sorry, i've just never met a fan like this before! wait, you're an atiny, right?"

you nodded, face still red from embarrassment. "what are you doing out here at," you glance at your phone, "almost 12am?" wooyoung shook his head, "no, what are YOU doing out here? and why are you on the ground crying????"

you explained your situation to wooyoung as you cursed your friend in anger. you also told him that she hooks up with the randomest dudes ever and worst of all, she's your roommate.

the miracle finally happened when wooyoung offered to drive you back, not mentioning that he was with his members too.

as you approached the black van, he opened the passenger door, pulling san out and shoving him in the back. you side-eyed wooyoung as he kicked and shoved san into the back, no explanation.

"yah! jung woo- ow, don't kick me!"

"what the fuck are you doing???"

"hey, get off me!"

"what is going on???"

the members clamoured as they adjusted their seating due to the extra fatso being shoved in. extra fatso as in choi san of course!

"you saw nothing!" wooyoung exclaimed happily as he opened the passenger door for you, you got in and sat awkwardly as the members gawked at you.

maybe you should've stayed outside until you got kidnapped by a sexy man/ woman and lived in their basement forever, okay maybe it wasn't that bad.

"uh, who are you?" okay maybe it was that bad.

"uh-" wooyoung got into the driver's seat and started the car, "our little atiny's friend dumped her on the streets so we're gonna take her home!" ouch, why's he word it like that???

mingi's face lightened up, "you're an atiny!? ooo, who's your bias?" fuck, you didn't expect that. um, what were you supposed to say now???

suddenly your phone rang. for the first time ever, you thanked jiwon for calling you at a random time. wooyoung put on some music and started driving, "oh- right, where do you live?"

the members tease wooyoung for his stupidity as you entered a location on the gps, then answering the phone. "hello- what?"

the members eyed each other quietly as they, not very discreetly, listened in on your conversation. not like they couldn't, right?

"what did you say just now?" "uh- so my hookup might've stolen your yeosang photocard." you gasped so loud. wooyoung looked over, "what, what is it?"

"oh. my. GOD! KIM JIWON, HOW MANY TIMES DID I TELL YOU TO FUCK OUT OF MY SPACE!? I LOCK THE DOOR FOR THAT DAMN REASON HOW DID THIS HAPPEN??"

the members eyes widen with curiosity, silently rooting for you as you screamed at your 'friend' on the phone. unlucky day it was.

you hung up, turning to wooyoung, " actually, take me here instead." you enter another location. "what- wait why, what happened?"

then began your rant of your slut of a roommate. how she was messy, never giving you space and always up your ass about everything. you also mentioned that you were finding a new apartment so you could finally get away from her.

"what! that's so insane, she let the guy sleep naked on the couch??" seonghwa cringed in disgust. "yeah, he was so damn ugly too." san snorted and laughed, "i even have a picture, you wanna see???"

the rest of the car ride was filled with gasps and 'no way!'s and 'omg's and more! but of course, the boys deliver you to your location safely and you've never felt happier.

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

[strawberryya]

co-parenting

jiwon x reader

synopsis: You adopt a fish, but you do so with a stranger that you just met and will now co-parent said fish with. It goes pretty well, especially since your co-parent is gorgeous and hilarious...

word count: 3.8k

genre/contains: Fluff, sick pet, kissing, fated mates, hurt/comfort, everyone is gay, straight people don’t exist obviously, not technically a crackfic, just unapologetically unhinged, strangers to lovers but we move fast as fuck, reader is gn-neutral, probably a ton of incorrect fish facts, ft. roommate seoyeon.

a/n: So, this is the result of me trying to do that tiktok trend with the filters and you write something based on what you get from them. The "fated mates, hurt/comfort, everyone is gay, straight people don’t exist obviously, not technically a crackfic, just unapologetically unhinged." are the ones I got from that and they now exist here in some way I think so tadaa!

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“Fuck it, I’m getting a fish!” you shouted, barging into the living room where your roommate, Seoyeon, was peacefully eating cereal for lunch. 

Putting down her spoon and phone she hesitated before asking, “May I ask why you have decided to get a fish, and also why it was necessary for me to know this information?” 

“Because I just spent an hour crying over these videos on youtube about people decorating huge tanks for tiny fish, and it was so adorable, and I’m a bit emotional today, so we’re getting a fish to fix it,” you said in one breath, making you breathe in and out very deeply once you finished. 

Seoyeon only nodded and went back to her phone and cereal, not bothering to question you any further. You were in sweats and an oversized t-shirt and decided not to concern yourself over your choice of attire as you put on the first shoes you could find before running out of the apartment, shouting “Bye! I’ll be back with my fish child soon!” while you flung the door shut behind you. 

Running around the city for a fish you just decided on adopting wasn’t what you wished to do this day, so it was a very pleasant surprise when you waltzed into a pet store after only a couple of minutes of walking from your apartment. 

You headed directly towards the big sign with FISH on it. 

It smelled like aquariums and fish food in the designated FISH area, but you weren’t in the mindset to notice the less-than-pleasant smells; too busy strutting along the isles of lit-up tanks to pick up the scent. 

You passed tanks of various sizes, filled with sand, water, plants, and of course fish. In some tanks, you even spotted some crabs and shrimps crawling around along the rocky bottoms of their tanks, and the seahorses had you stopping to look at them where they swam around for quite a while. 

There were hundreds of adorable little fishies, and you stopped in front of maybe a dozen or so tanks looking at the small creatures making their way through the water. But none of the ones you saw had you on your knees begging to take it home, that was until you reached the end of one of the rows, where a single fish resided, swimming slowly through the clear water in the tank. You were mesmerized the moment you saw him. 

“You’re the one!” you excitedly exclaimed as you stood there, bent over and pressing your face close to the glass of the tank while looking at your new son in complete awe. 

However. As you said that, it was as if you could hear the echo of your voice coming from the tank, but it wasn’t from the tank that the sound was coming from, and it wasn’t exactly your voice either. No, it was coming from behind the tank on the opposite end of it. 

You managed to force your eyes to look past your (in your mind) already adopted son, and look through the glass tank to the other end, meeting, not just an empty isle on the other side, but a face staring right back at you, the expression seemingly just as surprised as yours. It took you both a while to try and comprehend what was going on, both of your simply staring at each other through the tank, looking at each others’ distorted faces, your eyes going between each other, and the fish still calmly swimming in the water in between you. 

This person had said the same thing that you had, at the exact same time as you had, about the very same fish that you just had. What are the odds of that even happening? You blinked one last time before you pushed yourself up from the position you had been standing in and instead of staring at each other through the tank, you were now face-to-face with the prettiest girl you had ever seen. (this also made you instantly regret not putting a bit more effort into your outfit, but that regret would have to be postponed for a later time.)

“Hi,” you managed to cough up along with a small wave to the person standing across from you. 

“Hello,” she responded, waving her hand back in an absent-minded way, still staring at you with an unreadable expression. 

“You… like my fish?” you finally continued, not even aware enough to be mad at yourself for how stupid that sounded. 

She looked back at you, her expression turning into more of a questioning frown than the unreadable one she had had since you saw her through the tank. 

“Your fish? Did you already adopt him??” she said, sounding rather flabbergasted. 

“No, I mean, technically I haven’t, but I was just about to!” you tried to explain. 

She looked down at the fish, and you did the same, a couple of seconds passed while you both stood there, mesmerized once again by the adorableness of the creature swimming around in there. 

“I was about to do the same,” she said after a while, looking back up at you and meeting your eyes with a fiery passion you weren’t prepared for at all. 

Now you were the one who was flabbergasted. “I- uhm, I don’t know how we should…” you began. You weren’t sure what to say or do, to be honest; because what does one do when two people have decided that their fish is the same exact fish and that they both want to adopt that fish? However, you didn’t have to think too hard or long about what to do because the woman in front of you soon interrupted your thoughts. 

“What if we co-parented him?” she asked, her tone implying that her proposal was a very logical solution to your problem. 

You took a moment to process the proposal before nodding and agreeing to try. “Okay, but - how exactly does one co-parent an aquatic animal?” you questioned, hoping that she would have some experience or at least a plan on how to execute the idea. 

She did not, but, she very quickly came up with an ingenious plan: “What if one of us keeps him at our place, and then the other parent can just come over to care for him when it’s their turn? I’m thinking that would be easier than carrying the entire tank between our places every week. Also, that doesn’t seem very nice to our son either…”

“Yes, you’re right, we must consider the trauma that he would suffer through having his entire life moved around so often, especially since he will be living all alone instead of with his friends like he has been so far in his life,” you added, and you both nodded with serious faces before looking at the fish in the tank next to you. 

Your grim faces dissolved into adoring ones as soon as you laid eyes on him, “Yes, we must keep our son’s best in mind through it all,” she agreed. “Our son” already sounded natural in her mouth. You had to admit that your heart fluttered a bit, hearing her refer to you two as one unit like that, like a pair inseparable from one another. 

No, this was not the time to catch feelings for someone, a crush on your now co-parent would only complicate everything - not a good idea, you thought as you mentally slapped yourself. 

“I’m Jiwon by the way,” she said as you walked over to the front desk to request someone to help you get everything you needed. 

“I’m y/n and I’m looking forward to co-parenting with you Jiwon,” you responded, your smile growing wider as you continued walking. 

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In the end, you had decided that your place would be best, you had a bit more space that could easily be cleared out to fit the tank, and Jiwon said she was okay with him staying at yours as long as she was free to come to visit often. The whole process of installing the tank, and then the water process, and on top of that trying to choose how to decorate your son's tank had been a full day commitment, or, a full seven-day commitment it had turned out. Not that you were complaining, quite the opposite actually, this was the most fun you had had in a while, and it was largely due to the fact that your new co-guardian was one of the funniest people ever. 

She had made you laugh over the silliest of things so many times you wouldn’t be able to count them even if you tried. Then there was the whole issue of how she turned out to have this weird superpower when it came to you. 

Whenever she looked at you, it was as if you could tell how her attention shifted. You felt all the attention in the world shifting over to focus solely on you, and every single time it made you so flustered you wanted to poof your way out of the situation before you did anything stupid; like telling her how much you love the way she looks at you, or how she makes you feel so special you get a teeny tiny bit of hybris each time she smiles at one of your stupid jokes, or the stupidest thing of all - kiss her. 

Anyways… now your son had his own brand new castle with a tower on the side since you both came to the conclusion that he would love to have that as a bedroom. (because who wouldn’t like his own tower to run back to when life gets too hectic?) And today was the day when he could finally come home to his new home in the corner of your bedroom. 

But, there was one thing that you had just now begun pondering: what do we call him? You had been throwing out names left and right for a while now, but everything just seemed so silly when you said them out loud. Marty, Bob, and Andrew had all been discussed and declined by both of you in the end. 

“What about Bartholomew Timothy the First, but we will just call him Timothy?” 

“It’s perfect! You’re a genius!!” you responded and smiled from ear to ear making Jiwon look away, her face flushing slightly. You noticed how she tried to hide it, but it was too late, your heart made a flip in your chest at her adorable awkwardness. 

A few moments passed where you both just stopped and gazed into each other’s eyes, both of you unable to look away or speak. 

“Weren’t you two supposed to pick up your fish?” a voice asked, snapping you both out of your little moment. 

“Weren’t you supposed to leave for your ice cream date with your girlfriend like 10 minutes ago??” you responded, a bit more sassy and defensive than you had planned. Fortunately, Seoyeon didn’t remark or seem to care about that too much, she just smiled a bit and waved her hand. 

“She said she would be late so I’m just waiting a bit so I don’t get there too early. You two, however, what’s your excuse? Trying out telepathy by staring at each other long enough?” she snickered a bit at herself as she watched you both fiddle with the edges of the couch you were sitting on in the living room. 

“We were just leaving, and yes, we are currently talking about how much we would love you if you would be so kind as to bring home some of that ice cream for us through our minds. Witchy right?” Jiwon said back, smiling at you as she began getting up, naturally making you follow her lead and get up from the soft cushions. 

“Good luck with your witchy communicating, and we’ll see about the ice cream,” Seoyeon said, smirking a bit when both you and Jiwon awkwardly headed out, both of you unsure of how to handle the tension that kept being constantly present in your relationship. 

You made it through the day though, and Bartholomew Timothy the First adjusted quickly to his new home. It took a while to figure out the routines surrounding your co-parenting, but after a bit, it seemed as if it had always been just like this. Jiwon came over every other day to occasionally feed but mainly just spend time with Timothy, (and in the end you), and on the weekends she came over for as long as possible, at times the entire day. You watched movies together (along with Timothy of course), showing each other your favorite movies and shows, listening to music together (still with Timothy of course), and sometimes you just talked for hours, getting to know each other (and letting Timothy get to know is new parent, of course). 

It was comfortable, but those moments, where you felt that pulsating intense feeling of having her focus all her attention on you had become increasingly difficult to handle. But for Timothys’ sake, you weren’t sure if it was a great idea to let feelings into your co-parenting relationship just like that. 

Nevertheless, this moment was not the time for thinking about things like that, you told yourself and pushed the feelings and the thoughts deep down as you scurried over to the front door, begging her in your mind not to ring the doorbell one more time. 

“Hi, come on, hurry and be quiet,” you hissed after you opened the door, letting Jiwon into the hallway before dragging her with you to your room by her hand. Once you had shut your door behind you, you let out a deep sigh and leaned back against the door. 

“Why are we whispering??” Jiwon whispered to you, pulling you out of your moment of letting go of the stress you had just experienced from not wanting to be too loud. 

You opened your eyes to answer her, but Jiwons big eyes staring at you, her face lit up by the dim lighting of the room, and the close proximity she was in since you were still holding her hand in yours distracted you before you could explain your behavior. 

“Woah,” you accidentally let out under your breath. 

Jiwon’s eyes became even bigger, her pupils growing as you let your thumb drag over her hand. “What?” she said in a hushed tone. 

“Uh, nothing, it was nothing really… we’re whispering because Seoyeon - date - shouldn’t disturb…” you tried, but she didn’t care about the reasons for your actions anymore, so she asked again about what she wanted you to actually tell her.

“Woah what?” she said, her tone still low and seductive, but she had managed to still copy the exact way you had said woah before. The teasing in a moment like this was too much for you to handle, and your face cracked up in a wide smile and you chuckled a short chuckle before collecting yourself. 

“Woah, you look so pretty right now, is what I was thinking,” you said with a teasing smirk on your face as you saw how Jiwon’s pupils grew even wider than before and her cheeks became tinted a shade of pink that was hard to define in the low light of the room. 

“...oh,” she murmured, her eyes landing on your grinning mouth. “You look… really pretty too,” Jiwon said under her breath. 

Ok, fuck pushing down the thoughts and the feelings, Timothy can handle it. You thought as you let the words on your mind fall off your tongue. 

“Jiwon, I like you,” you whispered with a trembling voice and her eyes shot up to yours with lightning speed. 

Now she was the one smirking. “I like you too…” 

Her words hit you like the heat when getting out of an airplane in Spain, and suddenly you felt very lightheaded, the lights of the room blurring a bit around the edges. Your breath was still caught in your throat and your heartbeat was going feral inside your chest. 

“You like me too…? Oh my god,” you said in a slightly more high-pitched voice than you meant to let out. She suppressed a laugh at your shocked state before saying, “Yeah, I like you too.” 

That was the last drop, you couldn’t not kiss her now when she’s standing pressed against you with eyes staring at you like you were a freaking jewel, telling you that she liked you back! So you leaned forward, her breath hot against your skin when you stopped, “Can I…” you began, but your words were interrupted when Jiwon murmured “Yes,” before leaning in the rest of the way and letting your lips fall onto hers. 

Her lips were so perfect, and it took you a while to pull off of each other and stop the makeout session that had been initiated by your confessions. And once you had left her warm and unimaginably soft lips, you wanted nothing more than to go right back to kissing her again. But the need to simply hold her, and look at her in your arms overpowered the need to kiss her, if only momentarily. 

“So,” you began, both of you giggling when you made eye contact and saw the others’ puffy lips, “are we… more than friends?” you asked, subduing the giggles while waiting for a response. 

“I mean, I would love to be your girlfriend, if you want that too…” she said, looking away for a moment before you could feel the shift in the air yet again. The attention feeling like fluffy clouds surrounding you, embedding you within it, and letting you float through the air as if you were literally flying. 

“I’d love that,” was all you could say before you let your lips meet hers again, sweet kisses combined with whispers, confessing just how much you’d love calling her your girlfriend, and countless tiny words confessing all the big feelings you were feeling for her and she was feeling for you, all of them spilling out at once and leaving you both in a sea of all that you wanted to say and all that you wanted to hear. 

.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・.

“He’s sick!” you cried out, sobbing into her shoulder as soon as she stepped into your apartment, embracing you tightly as she asked, “How, what’s wrong with him?” The worry she felt filled her voice when she spoke. 

“I don’t know,” you whispered, “he’s not swimming around like usual, and he won’t eat, and he won’t come out of his castle!” 

Jiwon patted your head, hushing your sobs as her own eyes filled with tears of worry for both you and Timothy. 

Once you had calmed down a bit, showing her the signs of Timothy’s sickness, Jiwon pulled out her phone, searching for a couple of minutes before chuckling just a little bit and then looking up at you, her eyes shining with joy and relief. 

“What??” you practically screamed, wanting to understand why she was suddenly seemingly the opposite of worried for Timothy. 

“Babe, this says all those signs are just signs of him being pregnant…” she finally said, laughter hanging in the previously very tense air around you. 

“He’s… going to have babies? But, when…” 

“It’s possible that he hadn’t been alone in that tank before we showed up that day… and we only got him like a couple of weeks ago and this says they usually pregnant for a month or two, so he was probably already pregnant when we got him,” she explained, showing you the page and the signs that it was, in fact, a pregnancy and that he wasn’t dying.

“So… WE’RE GOING TO BE GRANDPARENTS!” you shouted, now exuberant from both the relief and the thought of your son becoming a parent of tiny little Timothys’. 

“Oh my god, you’re right!” Jiwon exclaimed, “We better get ready, let’s go and get a rocking chair, and we should learn how to make little knitted waterproof fish hats, and we absolutely need to learn the rules of chess so we can teach them when they get a bit older,” she began, now completely absorbed in the idea of becoming the absolute best grandma that she could possibly be for the little ones. 

You felt that extreme joy about Timothy quickly turn into something else, your heart became filled with pure love and adoration for your girlfriend, and then she looked at you, and you felt the air shift just like it had done so many times since you met her, and you couldn’t help yourself. 

“I love you,” you said under your breath.

But it was definitely loud enough for her to hear you loud and clear. 

“What…” she said, visibly still trying to process what you had just said. It had only been a couple of weeks since you had met, and it was definitely wayyy too soon to say that, but you felt it, and when she looked at you like that it was simply impossible to not let your feelings be known.

“I- I love you…” you repeated it, trying your hardest to keep eye contact with her even though your brain was screaming at you to run and hide, however, another part of your brain was screaming to stay and say it a hundred times more if she wanted to hear it, and that voice was so much louder than the other one, so you basically had no choice but to stay and wait. Fortunately, you didn’t have to wait too long, because once the fact of what you had just said had been processed, her face cracked up into a smile, “I love you too,” she said. It was simple, but it was everything that mattered in the entire world, she loves you, and you love her, and you giggled, pulling each other in and kissing her so deeply you were sure you would weld yourself to her lips someday and never let go. 

Once you pulled your lips away, still unable to take the smile off your lips, and her smile sticking to her own lips, you placed your forehead against hers, staring into one another's eyes.

“You know, I think we might have been fated to meet that day in the pet store,” Jiwon said, breaking the comfortable silence of you two just floating in the moment. However, you had decided that there had been too much sappiness for one day already at this point.

“Pfft, yeah, no, I mean sure, it could’ve been destiny, or just pure luck, orrrrr it was just unavoidable since I'm so hot. Guess we will never know for sure…” 

Your tone and statement made Jiwon chuckle before she grabbed your face again and pulled you towards her lips, “You’re right, you’re hot and it was definitely inevitable for us to fall in love,” she said once she pulled back making you both fall into a fit of giggles and laughter as you pushed her playfully before kissing her once again and then a hundred more times and hoped that you would be able to do just that for the rest of your life. 

.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・.

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[eternallyhyucks]

txt when you hang out with a different member

~ txt ot5 x gn! reader

genre/warnings: fluff , none !!

note: lol i havent posted in so long😭 im still too lazy to write anything but heres this :)

note pt2: also idk how to get dark mode on this app so im sorry for the light mode fr <//3

taglist!

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—send an ask if you would like to be a part of my taglist!!

[averagefanficwriter]

Ideas I Have For Here.

I was thinking of some ideas for one shots (and you never know a short series) for my Tumblr page here. - If you do have any ideas please tell me! I would love to write any of your ideas and I do want to make you guys feel welcome here. - I do just want to say real quick is that if you are female, I don’t mind. The only thing I wish is that you don’t fetishize MLM content because recently I’ve seen it happening more and it makes me and some others uncomfortable. I am a trans man and just seeing it makes me feel sick sometimes. That is all. - FTM Bakugou x M! Reader (Basically like the reader is helping Bakugou out because he was having a mental break down, telling him he’s ok and all that).

- Kusuo Saiki x GN! Reader (Most likely head cannons for their relationship). - Finished ! (Linked in Masterlist)

- Ahn Jiwon x M! Reader (Probably 3 parts - when DJ basically rejected him).

-  Joe Tazuna x GN! Reader (I can’t cope so I’m saying he lived on).

-  Koushi Sugawara x GN! Reader (Probably on how they met). 

-  Mitsukuni Haninozuka (Honey) x M! Reader (The nice and simple sweet boy with some badass boy getting together - we stan).

- Sebastian (SDV) x M! Reader (Thought about them just having a lazy day at the farm). - Finished ! (Linked in Masterlist) 

To be honest that is all I can think of - sorry I haven’t written for a bit I’ve been really busy lately with some things. Hopefully I will be able to write more.

[springday-aus]

Updated As Of: 04-14-23

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A/N: these works should be gender neutral unless stated otherwise. 

[M] - mature content (minors DNI)

Drabbles: 

Groups

↣ BTS

Established Couple!AU with Jin [Kim Seokjin]

Museum Date with V [Kim Taehyung]

Boyfriend!AU with Jeon Jungkook

↣ EXO

College!AU with Park Chanyeol

↣ GOT7

Neighbor!AU with Park Jinyoung

Established Couple!AU with Wang Jackson

↣ iKon

Awkward Meeting!AU with Hanbin

↣ NCT

High School!AU with Haechan [Lee Donghyuk]

College!AU with Johnny Suh

College!AU with Lee Taeyong

Friends to Lovers!AU with YangYang

↣ Nu’est

Neighbor!AU with Baekho [Kang Dongho]

↣ Red Velvet

Coffee Date!AU with Seulgi

↣ Stray Kids 

Established Couple!AU with Felix

College!AU with Felix

Awkward Meetings!AU with Lee Minho

↣ Seventeen

Awkward Meeting!AU with Junhui

Opposites Attract!AU with DK [Lee Seokmin]

Multi-Group + Multi-Member

Anti-Cucumber Club

Bowling Team!AU - 92 Line vs 97 Line

Amusement Park!AU - American Chaos Line

Roommates!AU - American Line

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Time Stamps:

Groups

↣ ATeez

[11:28PM] - With San [M] (fem. identifying!reader)

One Shots: 

Groups

↣ iKon

Bobby [Lee Jiwon]: The Second Chance → {4k words}

➸ pairing: iKon’s Bobby x gn!reader

➸ soulmate!au, romance, comedy 

➸ summary: in this world, everyone has a destined soulmate, which can be found through a timer and the words of their first exchange. It was created by the gods to help the humans, in leading a less-chaotic life. Ironically enough, this whole soulmate fiasco is unneeded chaos you would rather live without.

↣ NCT 

Na Jaemin: Taking A Hit → {5.1k words}

➸ pairing: NCT’s Jaemin x gn!reader

➸ college!au, romance, comedy

➸ summary: you don’t like Jaemin, but refuse to explain why. Maybe it’s because he accidentally hit you once during volleyball practice. Maybe it’s because he’s super nice to you and you’re paranoid. Maybe it’s because he looks stupidly handsome in his uniform and you’re repressing your feelings.

↣ Seventeen 

Jeon Wonwoo: Daytime Scares → {11.6k words}

➸ pairing: Seventeen’s Wonwoo x [fem. identifying] reader

➸ college!au, fluff, romance, comedy

➸ summary: Wonwoo is nothing more than an attractive stranger in your ethics class. You have no relation with him whatsoever, but that changes when you suddenly have a nightmare that he tries to kill you. That’s a whole level of psychoanalyzing you would rather not dive into. But now things get weirder when he’s starting to talk to you.

➸ warnings: attempted murder (it was a dream) and scary depictions of a horror movie

Lee Chan: Just Another Foodie Call → {6.5k words}

➸ pairing: Seventeen’s Chan x [fem. identifying] reader 

➸ college!au, waiter!au, romance, comedy 

➸ summary: first dates are always awkward, but not for you. In fact, you actually became a master of them. But, what are all of these dates for? Easy, free food. Now that you think about it, there’s only one other person who seems to know your real motives—Chan, the waiter from your favorite restaurant. 

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Solo Artists 

↣ Sunmi: Untold Mermaid Tales - Sunmi’s Story → {6.3k words}

➸ mermaid!au, fantasy, historical-ish, revenge story

➸ summary: Sunmi dreams of leaving home to be a sailor. Her opportunity comes when her brother is sick and she’s sent to care for him overseas. However, the journey goes sour as the real implications of her presence are revealed and feelings get hurt.

➸ warnings: sexism, sexual harassment, implied rape, attempted murder

Series: 

↣ BTS 

Kim Namjoon: Plus Two 

➸ pairing: BTS’s Namjoon x gn!reader 

➸ wedding date!au, friends to lovers!au, romance, comedy

➸ summary: getting older is never easy, especially with all the weddings Namjoon has been starting to attend. Fortunately for him, a run in with an old friend of his, i.e. you, makes all these weddings a bit more bearable. 

✎ part one || part two

↣ Seventeen

Yoon Jeonghan: Love, War and Everything Between 

➸ pairing: Seventeen’s Jeonghan x [fem. identifying] reader

➸ arranged marriage!au, gender role reversal, royal!au, historical, romance, drama

➸ summary: Korea’s most distinguished military general arrives home, carrying back glory and honor from the war. However, the general has been revealed to be a woman! Due to the prominent military accomplishments you have made as the highest ranking general, by orders of the Empress, you are arranged to be married to the second-eldest prince, Yoon Jeonghan. Only one problem lies between you two: your reputation as a ruthless killing machine, which scares the living daylights out of your new husband. 

➸ warnings: graphic violence, glorified war, murder, sexual harassment, sex discrimination (mainly against women), poly relationships (i.e. concubines), political corruption, and homosexual tendencies 

✎ prologue || part 01 || part 02 || part 03

[riyangiis]

EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED !

your best friend has a big game, you nearly die, something you've been waiting for centuries happens in one of the most unexpected moments.. pretty crazy week, right?

pairing , non-idol!yujin x gn!reader

genre , fluff, you deserve it 😓 also crack 😋

word count , 3.6k

warnings , lowercase intended, not proofread, smau included, highschool!au, near death experience, car accident (that's def not an accident), bullying, swearing, ocs, .. reader is implied to be filo? (BANANA KETCHUP ILY), both of them are down bad, yujin plays basketball cs I don't know how to write football games ✌✌, kissing.. well on the cheek, that's all I think..

[ note: this fic is based on another fic, it is recommended to read that one first! ]

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you hear endless notifications coming from your phone inside your pocket, that's probably yujin. normally you would check it but the red light is so close to disappearing. why is it even here? there were no cars anyways.

3..

2...

1!

you start making your way to the other side of the road as you stare at the white horizontal lines you're walking on.

you start to lose focus until.. did your headphones just die on you? great.

you start to walk slowly as you remove your headphones and keep them in your bag. you hear multiple people honking at one car that is going faster than what the speed limit is supposed to be.

wait a minute.

is that car going..

towards..

you?

you turn your head to see the speeding car that those people got mad at.

"w-WHAT THE FFUUU-"

you drop your headphones that literally cost a whopping 500 plus a shipping fee out of shock and run like you're sonic the hedgehog and you're running away from sirenhead. i'm not exaggerating.

you hear your headphones get crushed by the car as you stop near a street lamp. did you just survive a car accident? but clearly your headphones didn't and took the fall for you. well shit.

you try to take a look at the driver who literally almost killed you.. he looks familiar doesn't he? you just can't seem to remember who it is. the driver owns a car that looks really expensive though..

wait. is your mind playing tricks on you or is that..

EUNKYUNG'S DAD?? THE ONE WHO MADE YOUR BEST FRIEND'S BULLY???

"shit, gotta tell him about this.." you whisper to yourself and grab your phone out of your pocket. it seems like yujin's worried about you not answering right away.. too clingy for a best friend, but you like it though.

"w.. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY SURVIVED?!"

the loud voice can be heard around the entire first floor. although, nobody really cares. eunkyung always throws tantrums that what seems like a loud scream, loud enough for others to think that she's getting murdered, is just nothing to the people living with her.

her father sighs and tries to reason with his bratty daughter. "listen I was speeding, even I wouldn't have survived that. that [name] is a fast thinker and just ran away like they're the usain bolt."

"ugh.. they always mess up my plans.. CURSE YOU HAN YUJIN AND [NAME]!!!" eunkyung exits the room to go in her own. her father watches as she goes up the stairs looking infuriated. what did he do to raise the definition of brat? the devil herself? he even got dragged in her shenanigans as well..

"there's no way that happened.."

kyungsoo, jiwon's girlfriend, also known as the better kyung, joined the drama session inside yujin's room. she took another piece of popcorn and tossed it inside her mouth. her other hand was playing with jiwon's hair whose head was laying on kyungsoo's lap. "ew.. lovebirds.." yujin muttered.

"yeah also have you guys heard about jiyeon cheating on hiro with-" the entire group of friends was waiting for kyungsoo to finish her sentence but was met with silence. kyungsoo tried to check the box to get more popcorn, she looked inside the box and saw nothing but crumbs.

"um.. there's no popcorn." yujin raised his eyebrow in confusion. "..can't you at least finish your sentence? we're like waiting for a new episode because the last one left us on a big cliffhanger.." kyungsoo gets off yujin's bed and gets the popcorn box with her.

"yeah.. I'm getting more popcorn, you'll have to guess who the mysterious person is!"

"what the? kyungsoo you can't just-" you get cut off as kyungsoo shut the door on you.. sigh, you look at the bed if there's any other food except for popcorn. guess you'll have to follow her and get more snacks. you get off the bed and walk to the door, "[name], where are you going?"

well.. who else would have a deep voice except for your best friend, yujin? you turn to face him and see a worried look.. "uh.. to the convenience store? to buy some snacks?" he sighs, "[name].. you just survived a car accident. and you're going out again? on your own?" he gets up and grabs your hand to drag you back to his bed.

"what the? yujin-" your sentence gets cut off, again.. when yujin yanks you a little aggresively. you held his waist for support, the both of you end up to be in a.. pretty questionable position for friends? yujin ended up being under you, your faces a little too close to each other.

you didn't move a single inch and just stayed in your position, speechless. you can feel your cheeks burning. the room was filled with nothing but silence, and the air conditioner. he looks into your eyes deeply, then your lips for a little bit.. did he just do the triangle method? lord, this boy makes you go crazy..

yujin hand reaches for your face, is he actually going to.. no way.. it's finally happening, well.. maybe you're just delusional. he just removed the stray hair that's blocking your face, but surely that means something? he looks at you and smiles softly. how could you not fall for him?

you decided to break the silence and say something. "uh.. I should um.. go.." you're still blushing after everything that happened, did he do that on purpose? does he know?

"woah.. that was pretty good for a loser like you, yujin."

"what the heck?" yujin turns to see jiwon awake. "I thought you were asleep?" jiwon chuckles at yujin's reaction when he found out that she was awake and saw the entire thing.

"gosh.. you do all that yet you can't confess to them yet. really man? and for the your question I was never asleep, I just got too comfortable in your bed.." yujin can't seem to say something against her knowing that she's right.. "I'll help you."

your day is so not going great.. first you nearly died in a car accident, and yujin.. is just yujin.. that boy.. you recently just got out of yujin's house and currently going to the nearest convenience store to get more snacks. the sun's almost down, meaning that you'll go back home after a few hours. fortunately, you don't have to go to the other side of the road to get to the convenience store.

you get closer to the store, but you start to hear footsteps behind you. it's probably nothing.. but why is it speeding up? you turn around to see who's the mysterious person behind you.. "WHAT THE FU-"

the person jumps at you for a hug. the both of you fall due to the fact that the hug was unexpected, you fall hard on your butt while the person lets go of you. "ouch... who the heck are you..?" you look up to see.. kyungsoo? what's she doing out here?

"..kyungsoo? why are you here?" she looked at you worriedly, that hug was one of the deadliest ones known to man, surviving death counter: 2.. kyungsoo lends you a hand and helps you get up, "I'm so sorry I didn't think it would end up badly.." she apologizes with a very worried look all over her face and holds both of your hands.

you groan at the pain in your butt, the sidewalk isn't the smoothest or flattest one that you've ever seen. it's very far from that actually.. "ow.. still doesn't answer my question though, why are you here?" you ask again incase she forgets.

"uh.. I noticed that we ran out of cheese powder for the popcorn and sour cream powder for the fries, so I went here to get more! also I noticed that the snacks in my house are running out so I decided to buy them too.."

"I see.. let's go now. the next thing you know the store will close.." kyungsoo holds your hand and walks with you to the convenience store.

.. great. you jinxed it. the both of you stare at the store and watch as the owner closes it. no snacks.. no flavor.. what will you do?

"I.. think I can handle popcorn with no flavor..? don't know about fries though.." kyungsoo breaks the silence, she's still staring and the broken sign with blinking letters. ".. just add salt and mix ketchup and mayo for the sauce?" you answer her, she finally turns to look at you in curiosity.

"you can do that? well, that is a.. rather interesting combination.. but I'll try!"

"WAIT!! it's recommended to use banana ketchup.. yujin already has it, I gave one bottle to him because he was curious.."

"hurry up then!!" kyungsoo starts running away from you, suddenly this turns into a race to see who gets to yujin's house the fastest.

for a pretty short time. the both of you are exhausted and sweating.. this sidewalk is also not the best place to run, what's wrong with this sidewalk? are there no good traits about it?

"wait.. [name].. I.. forgot to ask you something.." kyungsoo pauses a lot to catch her breath and also due to the fact that she's.. really exhausted... "huh? .. what is it?" you on the other half.. it's not that bad compared to kyungsoo. she's not the athletic person, she's very far from that.. you're even convinced that she's the opposite of athletic!

"[name] you.. you.. like yujin.. don't you?"

the sudden question caughts you off guard, you feel your heart beating faster. was it that obvious? or did jiwon give up on keeping her mouth shut and told her about it.. either way, avoiding the question makes it even more obvious, so you just admit it. "uh.. yeah.. was it really that obvious?"

"oh.. not really. jiwon just told me." knew it, that girl can't keep herself from telling her girlfriend everything. one of the reasons why almost no one share their secrets to her. "as expected.. she can't control herself when it comes to secrets.."

kyungsoo turns to look at you and smirks, "you and yujin huh.. I got a feeling that he likes you too.." you look away from her to hide your blushing face and your smile. "hey don't get my hopes up.." she giggles at your embarrassment. "okay okay.. but I'm not wrong though?"

"whatever...."

today's the game.. you kept your promise to yujin when you said that you'll make a whole banner to support him, and also be annoyingly loud. unfortunately, your seatmates are from the other school..

currently the game is going well for yujin's team, you decided to take that opportunity to rub it in your seatmates' faces. behind you are jiwon and kyungsoo, you can hear them giggling by you having a fight with strangers from the other school.

you felt the need to fix yourself and go to the bathroom. you stood up and gave the banner to jiwon and kyungsoo, you walked to the bathroom expecting that no one would be there due to the fact that the entire hallway is empty and not a single noise is heard except the game.

you open the door of the bathroom and was met with the most awful person to ever live in this century, eunkyung. what does she want.. she smirks at your annoyed face, "it seems that you got lucky and survived.." you scoff, you get your phone out to ignore her and attempt to make her irritated.

"so you admit that you did it? try to look menacing all you want but you're just revealing your crimes." nice, now she's the one that's annoyed. ".. w-well, that would've been obvious. don't be stupid.." she stutters at her words, almost speechless about her unintended mistake. that's good.. you need to be more annoying and make her expose herself. she's definitely not the brightest person you've seen in the school.

"get your ass out of my way, I didn't go here to see your disgusting face." eunkyung gets offended and gasps dramatically, "should've made father go faster.. you know what, I should've been there with him so that you'd see this disgusting face during the last moments of your life!" she screams at you without thinking about the consequences, you smirk at the girl's stupidity.

you decided to stop having your fun before eunkyung thinks of another way of killing you. "good luck with that.. also, thank you." she stares at you with the word confused all over her face. you make your way towards the door outside. "..for what?" she asked you genuinely, but you never answer.

".. for everything you said." you whispered to yourself. you exit the bathroom and take your phone out, you smiled to yourself and paused the audio recorder.

you finally returned to your chair, you're lucky that you used that audio recorder after learning from your past attempts of trying to screw up eunkyung's evil plans. "[name]! why did you take so long? did you have gallons of pee or something.." jiwon asks you and gives you your huge banner back. "oh it's.. something happened again, I'll tell you later." you look around the place and catch eunkyung at your left staring at you. you sit on your chair and watch the game, well.. specifically yujin.

"your boyfriend is winning by the way.." kyungsoo whispers in your ear to tease you. "hey, he's not my boyfriend.." although you wish he was.. jiwon giggles and follows her girlfriend with teasing you. "yet!" you roll your eyes at them and continue to watch the game.

yujin gets called for a break and returns to his team. you finally get a close up of what he looks like right now, you can clearly see that he's very.. sweaty. to be honest he looks really handsome like that, but you've seen him like this a few times before and you were trying to keep yourself from giggling like a loser who's madly in love with their crush. okay you take that back you are a loser who's madly in love.. you're real lucky that jiwon and kyungsoo are behind you because you're blushing real bad..

he wipes his face and neck with a towel and looks at you. you notice and look away swiftly in shyness, you can feel your heartbeat speeding up and your face turning pink. you attempt to sneak a glance at him but find that yujin is still staring at you, he starts smiling and waves at you. you smile back awkwardly and give him a thumbs up with both of your hands, he chuckles and finally sits down. lord, this boy really makes you crazy.

you see a girl his age hand him a towel for him to wipe his sweat, he smiles at her the.. same way he did at you. what the heck? maybe you were getting your hopes up too much.. you unconsciously furrow your eyebrows and frown slightly as you watch their interaction. wait, why are you even jealous? it's not like it's your business or that you have the right to.. nevermind.

you stop staring at them to prevent yourself from getting even more jealous. you didn't notice yujin staring at you looking all angry, 'maybe I should do this more.. they look cute like that' he thought to himself. you also didn't notice jiwon and kyungsoo giggling at the both of you.

"you were right.. they look so cute together!" kyungsoo whispers to jiwon, "well.. we were like that before, right?"

"yeah.. I'm glad we could experience it again." kyungsoo lays her head on her girlfriend's shoulder.

yujin gets called again to go back to the court. ricky, that famous senior known for being "young and rich, tall and handsome", comes up to yujin and pats his back, yujin runs to the court and starts playing. whatever they're doing, not like you know much about basketball anyways.

some time passes as the game continues normally, with your school still in the lead and the other school catching up. you stopped screaming and cheering and also have the banner folded, you're spent.. so are your seatmates from the other school, all of you are just watching peacefully. you can hear a couple of people screaming as the game almost draws to an end..

the ball is currently at one of the guys from the other school, 'park, 8' on the back of his jersey. you have to admit, he's kinda cute.. got a few girls screaming for him.. he passes the ball to one of his teammates but one of yujin's teammates, gyuvin, ends up getting the ball. he runs and then passes the ball to yujin quickly.

the time almost runs out as yujin runs to the hoop, the screaming gets even louder.. you watch yujin closely and see how determined he is to score.. 'come on yujin... you can do it.....' you thought to yourself, you held the banner laying on your lap tightly.

yujin decides to shoot the ball at a pretty risky place, the crowd goes silent and watches if the ball gets in the hoop. the players can't do anything but watch it.

'so close...'

'you're running out of time, yujin....'

3..

2..

1..

"3 POINTS, HAN YUJIN SCORES 3 POINTS!!"

the people from your school shout and cheer loudly as the others can't do anything but sigh in defeat.. you stood up from your seat and quickly ran to yujin, both jiwon and kyungsoo watch, still in their seats, as you ran to your best friend. you saw him and jumped into his arms immediately without warning him.

"hey.. that's what I did to them!" kyungsoo told jiwon, she laughed as yujin fell from your sudden attack. "ouch.. what was that for?!" yujin says as he gets up and sits on the floor, you get off of him and help him get up. "you.. you won!! oh my gosh you actually, you actually did it!!" you hug him again, your arms around his waist and your head on top of his shoulder. he reciprocates the hug and smiles widely.

"oh my gosh I actually.. I love you so much.." he says unconsciously while hugging you tighter but you let go of him in shock, both of your hands cover your mouth that's wide open after what he said. yujin realizes and does the same thing.

"I-I'm sorry that was so sudden uh.. you.. don't have to say anything.." both of your faces turn extremely red, yujin slowly backs up from you in embarrassment and fear that you won't like him back. he turns his head away from you while you still stare at him, you run up to him and hug him again.

"I.. I love you too!! you don't know how long I've been waiting for this!!" you smile widely while yujin is still frozen due to your words. he turns his head to look at you all joyful and wraps his arms around your waist. he smiles back at you and stares at you lovingly, you let go of his torso and use both of your hands to hold his cheeks. you can feel them burning and getting hotter as you hold them softly.

you smile and laugh at each other for not knowing what to do, you ended up kissing the both of his cheeks, a lot. yujin giggles and then lays his head on your shoulder after.

"hey yujin!" a familiar voice interrupts the both of you, he turns around to see ricky. "not bad, kid.. seems like you got yourself a partner too." ricky teases his younger teammate and giggles at how yujin's face turns pink and how you still haven't let go of him. "let's celebrate later, ricky's treat!" gyuvin, beside ricky, pops up in the conversation. ricky looks at his friend confused. "hey I never said anything!"

"well too bad, it's on you now!" gyuvin says. the both of them continue bickering until ricky decides to leave the both of you together. and.. you hear another voice behind you again.

"so.. finally confessed to each other?" the both of you turn around to see jiwon and kyungsoo behind you. "you.. you were here all along? at this point you could be a spy.." yujin says to jiwon surprised about how this happened for the second time.. jiwon chuckles, "no. we just got down, kyungsoo was the one who told me about you two." kyungsoo smiles and realizes something. "hey! about what happened inside the bathroom.. I thought you were going to tell us?"

"I don't think I should tell you here.. maybe when we get out?" kyungsoo sighs about how she's going to stay curious.. you feel something on your hands, you look at it and see a new pair of headphones. the headphones that you sacrificed. you then look at yujin, the one who gave them to you.

"what? I promised that I'd give you new ones?" you smiled and kept the box of headphones inside your bag, you held yujin's hand and follow jiwon and kyungsoo as they go outside the court. "so.. what was kyungsoo talking about earlier?" yujin asks you, you get closer to him and whisper to his ear, "eunkyung admitted that she tried to kill me.. I recorded it inside my phone.."

yujin widened his eyes in shock. ".. what do I do with it though?" you ask him quietly. "let's not do something yet.. we need things to go smoothly. this is eunkyung we're talking about.." you nod in understanding.

and now.. your week comes to an end. should take the award for 'the most unexpected and maybe the luckiest week in your life'.. expect the unexpected I guess..?

[ note: THEY'RE HAPPY NOW!! :33 AND KYUNGSOO IS BACK AS WELL!!!! honestly I was rushing to write this and it was harder cs I was planning to make yujin a football player 😓😓 YOU GUYS HAPPY NOW??? 😒😒😒 ]

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[eternallyhyucks]

late night | ji changmin

pairing: bf! changmin x gn! reader

word count: 345

genre/warnings: fluff / none

—note: i got bored and wrote this quickly last night LOL

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“im so tired” you say as you put down your phone and stretch your body.

“me too” says changmin. “do you wanna go to sleep now?”

“mm i need to do some skincare first” you say sighing and getting out of changmin’s arms. as you made your way to the bathroom, you heard changmin get out of bed as well.

you turn to see him following you to the bathroom. “can i do skincare with you?”

you giggle at how adorable he looked, “of course”

the two of you wash your hands and began to wash your faces when changmin pauses, “do you have any face masks?”

“i think i might!! let me check” you open the cabinet under the sink and sure enough you found some.

“here!” you say smiling and handing him one

he giggles, “a giraffe and a penguin?”

“ARENT THEY SO CUTE” you say excitedly

“yeah and theyre just like you” he says kissing your cheek and opening one of the packages

you take the other package and open it as changmin begins to take the mask out of the bag and lifts it towards not his, but your face. “what are you-“ but the mask was already on your forehead.

as changmin puts the mask on your face, you continue to take the mask in your hand out and place it on his.

he giggles as soon as it touches his face, “it’s cold!”

after about 5 minutes of fixing each other’s masks, the two of you look into the mirror to see a giraffe and a penguin.

“this is so freaking cute, i need to get a picture” you say squealing.

you quickly left the bathroom and grabbed your phone drom your room. once you came back, you immediately took pictures of changmin, but before you could take more, he took your phone and posed for pictures with you.

“why-”

“i want pictures with my penguin” he says turning your head to make it face the mirror

“you are the most adorable giraffe” you say leaning into him

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