#seungcheol timestamp

[haowrld]

12:10 AM — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

notes : seungcheol x gn!reader, timestamp, fluff, established relationship, idol!au

word count : 0.3k words

warnings : food mentions, not proofread

a/n : im so bored rn…i didn’t even know what to write

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you feel yourself nodding ever so slightly, trying to listen attentively to whatever choi seungcheol was rambling on about. the topic could be about his members—like how they pretty much annoy the hell out him, though you know in your heart he still loves them, or he could even just be rambling about work and how much he misses you, something that you find sweet of him.

but you were tired, very tired. plus the couch you two were sitting on was feeling real comfortable.

“you have to believe me when i tell you that i didn’t steal jihoon’s ramen, it was on him for it going missing.” seungcheol continues to rant about the latest issue, you don’t really remember what he was talking about.

“mhm…” you reply slow. you hug the throw pillow close to your chest as you continue to listen to seungcheol’s voice, which now sounded like a lullaby to you.

“why blame me when, lookie here, soonyoung would steal anything that he finds in his vicinity,” seungcheol sweeps up his hair and then looks at you, “don’t you think that’s a little unfair?” seungcheol gives you a sad look, like some sort of wet dog on the street.

you mumble something in response, not even knowing what you just said. seungcheol looks at you with slight concern on his face as your head quickly drops, making you jolt up, “i’m up! i’m up…”

“you tired..?” seungcheol takes your hand, his thumb caress your knuckles, it makes you relax.

“maybe..” you reply with a grin and seungcheol lets out a huff before chuckling, “i just want you to continue the story…”

“i can’t exactly do that without you tossing your head around like a ragdoll,” seungcheol immediately gets up from the couch looking at you with a tired grin, “and i think i am also getting pretty tired too so…”

seungcheol extends his hand, reaching it towards you. you sleepily take his and he gives your hand a little squeeze, “let’s get to bed, i don’t have any practice tomorrow so we’ll be able to talk more about it”

“mhm,” you take his hand before going to your shared bedroom, it was nice.

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a/n: my only explanation is that @cheolzip and i were talking and i lost my mind.

[23:42 pm]

you pitied all the people who’d never had the pleasure of being held by seungcheol.

this was a common feeling for you — you thought about it in the mornings when you awoke with his soft breath at the back of your neck and his arms around your waist, at midday when you missed the solidness and safety of him so much you could barely see straight, and at times like now, while your eyes drifted sleepily between open and closed as you trace unintelligible shapes on the bare skin of his waist just above his waistband under his sweatshirt. the world was so loud and demanding of you, but with cheol it all got quieter. through it all, he felt like peace.

even now, you remembered back to the time you’d whispered your deepest secret into the crook of his neck, cried some of your most bitter tears into his sweatshirt, and stuttered your first “i love you” not spoken to a blood relative into the curve of his collarbone. it was in this position that you realized he was the person you could say anything to, and it wouldn’t make any difference. sometimes he’d hold you tighter, and sometimes his own tears would mix with your own, but unlike anyone you’d ever known, you were absolutely positive he’d never leave.

“baby?” he whispers, cutting through the quiet of the room just before you open your mouth to speak.

“yeah, my love?” you mumble sleepily.

“you awake?”

“no,” you say, nuzzling closer into him, pleased when he gives you a comforting little squeeze.

he chuckles, and where your head rests on his chest you can feel the sound vibrating softly. he presses a kiss to your hairline. “i love you,” he says, his voice the only sound aside from the comforting hum of the overhead fan, and your mind catches hold on it just long enough to muster a response before you slip into a dream.

“i love you,” you sigh back.

[slytherinshua]

[ 5:02AM ]

genre. fluff. cheol as a dad. warnings. mention of a baby and cheol abs (needs a warning) pairing. husband!seungcheol x fem!reader. wc. 324. a/n. randomly thinking abt cheol as a dad?? 😭 idk its random but hes so soft a lot of the time and it made me think abt him with babies...

“You look like such a dad,” You mumbled with a laugh, turning to your husband in the dark kitchen as he was preparing to make coffee.

“What do you mean by that?” Seungcheol asked, face scrunching up as if it was an insult, “I am literally a father. My newborn daughter is sleeping in our room as we speak.” He added as if you had forgotten. 

“I know that. Obviously you are. But you just look like it right now.” You reinstated, hugging him from the back.

“I don’t have a dad bod…?” He said as if he was questioning the fact as well. You burst out laughing at the comment.

“I only meant you waking up at 3 am with me to help me feed her, and then you waking up again at 5 to make coffee and breakfast so I didn’t have to… It makes you feel like a proper father.” You slipped your hand underneath his shirt, feeling the very obvious and defined abs, “And of course you don’t have a dad bod, you work out almost daily.” 

He shook his head, laughing at your conclusion and pressing start on the coffee machine. He turned around to you, hugging you closer. You reached up to brush some of his hair away from his eyes. It was growing longer again, black locks a mess from sleeping and waking up constantly.

“Should I say that you look like such a mom then?”

“That is unnecessary, but a very big compliment.” You smiled, breaking the hug to allow Seungcheol to start making breakfast. You poured yourself coffee as he did, watching from the side and keeping a good eye on the baby monitor as well. You were always paranoid that you wouldn’t hear her cries when she woke up. You and Seungcheol were trying your best to be the best parents you could, but there were a lot of challenges with raising a newborn.

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“Come on baby, we’re going to be late,” Seungcheol mumbles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“What if we just cancel today and stay in bed?” You whine, looking up to meet his tired eyes.

Seungcheol’s deep chuckles vibrate in his chest, a smile spreading on his face.

“Will another 10 minutes do?”

[heennnngggggarae]

2.45 PM

“Say it. Say you love me. I don't care if it's a lie - say it.”

“Cheol, you’re h-hurting me,” you wince at the grip he has on your arm, tightening so much you’re almost sure it’ll explode.

“Then say it! Say you love me, please… just say it,” His voice wavers at the end while he looks at you with desperation in his eyes. You almost say it if you didn’t remember what happened prior to this mess.

“I can’t, even if it's a lie��� the instant you said that it was as if his world was shattered. It almost physically pains you how he looks down, tears streaking his face. His grip on your arm loosen as he slowly descends to his knees to the floor, shoulder shaking as he starts to sob. You’re starting to feel guilty even though all of this was fake.

"W-why?" he asked but he didn't continue. As his shoulder shakes, he sobs harder.

“I knew this would happen," You mutter to yourself.

"Minnie…” you said, slowly approaching him, and gently shaking his shoulder.

Seokmin sobs on the floor below you, hands slowly wrapping around his legs as he changes his position. You sighed before sitting in front of him.

The sounds of his sobs fills the room as you lift his head to look at you. You chuckled a little before hugging him. His sob getting muffled due to you pressing his head to your chest. 

“Okay, I got you, you’re okay,” You said as you stroke his back in a languid manner.

“Mmh mmf” his words came out muffled.

“Sorry, what?” you said as you back down a little.

“You're mean,” he said as he wiped the tears.

“I’m just acting out the script Min,”

Seokmin blushes before pouting again.

“It felt too real…” he said, voice trailing and getting softer in the end.

“I told you not to rehearse the line with me, you always get into the character too much and then I got into the character too and now we’re having a crying fest,” 

He frowned wanting to disagree, ‘I can control my emotions perfectly and not get into the character too much’ he thought but it happened more often than not, and he doesn’t really want to give you the satisfaction that you are right.

“I can’t help it, you’re a great actor, and it’ll help me memorize the line and what I should do in time for the shoot,”

You smile at his reasoning before shaking your head.

“Let’s take a rest then, hm? I want to order some pizza”

“Yeah, let’s do that”

(“Why does your character have to be named Seungcheol though? I felt like I was talking to Cheolie,” 

“The writer got a crush on him, I think. At least that’s what the rumor say,”

“Huh, that's kinda cute,”)

[sadnightforus]

[2:04 AM] Moving on from you was hard. 

 Still hard, and seeing you with someone else while he still thinks about you is even harder. 

 Sometimes, it’s almost comical that love makes him lose his mind like this. But here he is, pouring another bottle of wine into his glass as the light on his nightstand illuminates his bedroom now standing lonely. 

 Seungcheol knows he should leave you behind. But he can’t, not with the way that the image of your eyes staring right deep into his soul still serves as a mental image that he thinks back about every night before he lured himself to sleep with nothing but regret as the bed warmed by his side. 

 He has the tendency to overwork himself to death— you always tell him to take it easy. With you around, he did, but with you gone, the only way that he can proceed with his life normally is if he throws himself into work so that he won’t have time to entertain his heart of the ideas of ‘what if’s with you. 

 He always forgot to eat his meals on time whenever he was busy and he thinks that he didn’t die because you were the one to remind him of the food intake. But god, does it get harder to eat when you slip out of his life and he goes back to square one, with only the thoughts of you soothing his pain to stop all of his misery. 

 With each thought, the wine bottle soon becomes emptied and he pours another one and repeats the step all over again. 

 He doesn’t tell you this, and he hopes you won’t know it either. He has tried seeing other people but all he ended up seeing was a glimpse of you— he knows it’s selfish and it broke his heart a bit, thinking how much of a horrible man he is for leading people on. 

 He sometimes drive by your house. Or even change the usual route he usually takes for his work by driving on your street, just to see your house. But he doesn’t have the heart to face you and gradually, the amount of time he has done this has decreased, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. He even goes to both of your favorite restaurants in hope to run into you, but it seems like you never revisit after the breakup. 

 He has to move on, even if he’s feeling so weak and defeated. 

 His eyes glances over to the view outside of the city— it looks dull and there’s no warmth to the scenery at all, just how he has been feeling for months. His lips didn’t dare to speak, he lost his ability to really speak his mind a long time ago once you make your way out of his life. 

 He then takes the last sip of the wine before he realizes that he managed to finish 2 bottles for tonight. 

 Enough is enough. 

So, he collects the beverages and the wine stains glass, placing it into the sink as he lets the water run. He cleans it with a sigh, and doesn't ever bother to turn on the light either as the light provided from far away was enough for him.

 With a heavy heart, he has to force himself to step out of the kitchen, making his way to go back to rest. His palm then unlocks the door of his bedroom that he has previously left in the cold, with neither the nightstand lamp turned off nor the air conditioner still brewing of cold air that runs past his body. 

 He then gently lays himself onto his bed, trying to secure warmth with the blanket, eyes attempting to close on its own due to his intoxicated state as his head can only think of you and your new lover, heart now trembling in pain. 

 Tonight, he allows himself to miss you again, but tomorrow, he knows he has to move on. 

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A/N: been feeling a little angsty lately. inspired by one of bloo's songs.

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4:04 pm

Hong Joshua x female reader / 589 words / fluff

Warnings: None

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You had one rule at work that you swore you would never break. Do not date coworkers. Every time you heard about coworkers dating one another, it always ended up with a messy break up with someone having to quit their job, and that was something you didn’t want to deal with. Then Joshua came into your life while you were working at the local coffee shop near your apartment. Everything about him screamed boyfriend material. His handsome looks, his cute smile, his charming personality, and his gentlemen like skills. You had been working with him for over two months now and still, there wasn’t a negative flaw you could find in him. Yet you couldn’t date him.

It was almost an unsaid thing between the two of you as every shift you worked together, both of you would tease and flirt with one another nonstop. Some customers even commented on how cute your relationship was. You hated to admit that you had a crush on him, but until one of you quit, you couldn’t do anything about it.

“Hi cutie, did you miss me?” Joshua chuckled as he clocked in for his shift, making you roll your eyes at him.

“In your dreams, Josh,” You giggled with a small blush on your cheeks as you tried your best to focus on the current drink you were making.

“How did you know?” He teased back, making the both of you laugh from his quick witted comebacks, “When are you going to let me take you out on a date? I feel like I’ve been more than obvious that I think you're pretty,” His question made your eyes grow wide as you handed out the drink to the customer before turning back to face him.

“It’s not that I don’t want to go out on a date with you, it’s just,” You stopped, realizing how stupid it may sound to him as you bit your lip lightly.

“You don’t date coworkers? Is that it?” He guessed correctly as you nodded your head.

“I just don’t think it’s a smart idea to date a coworker since a countless amount of bad things could happen,” You slowly got quieter as you went on with your sentence, beginning to play with your fingers.

Joshua nodded his head in understanding before walking over to the manager, “Hey, I quit!” He randomly announced, taking off his apron and clocking out of the register as your eyes grew wide with surprise.

Your mouth flew open to protest his actions, but nothing seemed to follow as your throat felt dry from his bold move. He walked around the counter with a smile on his face to order a drink as you followed him.

“Excuse me miss, I’d like an iced Americano and to take you out on a date this Saturday. What do you say?” He smirked as he saw a small grin beginning to spread across your face.

“It would be my pleasure sir. Would you like room for any cream in that Americano?” You chuckled at his irresistible charming attitude.

“You know my order so well,” Joshua chuckled as he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

“Hmm I wonder why,” You both continued to giggle as you returned back to him with his drink, “I can’t wait to see what you have planned for our date.”

Joshua smirked at you with a small chuckle before taking a sip of his coffee, “Don’t worry, I’ve had it planned out since the day I first met you.”

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[kwanisms]

[22:40], Seungcheol, requested by anon

╰┈➤ FF10 "Even if we don't talk for days, I'll always be your best friend" & F20 "everything about you is amazing to me."

summary: your best friend comes by to see why you've been ignoring his messages and calls and you wonder why he hasn't been texting you

wc: 1.7k

warnings: miscommunication, sad feelings, maybe some adult dialogue? I think that's it though

a/n: I hope you like this! It was fun to write and try to figure out how Y/N would get notifications but not from Seungcheol so I figured DND mode would work pretty well! Thank you for your request!

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You let out a sad sigh, checking your phone to see several notifications but not from the one person you wanted them from.

You were well aware that your best friend had a life of his own, a demanding career as an idol, and 12 other members to look after but damn it all if you didn't miss Choi Seungcheol.

The two of you had been friends ever since you transferred school, after moving to Daegu with your family. You were nine years old and at that age, boys and girls started to divide, thinking the other had cooties.

But Seungcheol was different. He introduced himself on your first day and stuck by you the whole time.

He'd been by your side ever since. Best friends for always.

And that's how it had always been. Even in junior high when your classmates started showing interest in each other, you and Cheol never found ant romantic interest in you nor you in him, despite what your friends and family said.

Everyone was determined you'd end up dating at some point but it was never like that. You were just best friends.

You were always there for each other and when Cheol auditioned for and got accepted by Pledis Entertainment, you were the first to congratulate him.

Of course, this meant he had to leave Daegu, and unfortunately you, behind to move to Seoul.

His words the day he left were some you'd never forget.

You'd spent half the day crying, claiming he'd forget you in the first year and in true fashion, he hugged you tightly, remind you that you had six years of friendship with you.

"You are my most favorite person in the entire universe, Y/N," he said softly, holding your hands while standing at the KTA station with his parents and your own.

His hands released yours and moved to cup your cheeks. "Everything about you is amazing to me, I couldn't find a new best friend if I tried," he added, gently squishing your cheeks before pulling you into a tight hug, the only kind he ever gave you.

Five years later, Cheol finally debuted in a group called SEVENTEEN with twelve other boys. You graduated high school in Daegu and moved to Seoul on scholarship to SNU* to study veterinary medicine. Moving to Seoul meant a new chapter in your life.

And it meant you were closer to your best friend.

At first, it was difficult for Cheol to meet you but eventually he managed to find some time. As SEVENTEEN continued to grow and find more and more success, Cheol had less and less free time to meet with you in between your classes.

But you always managed to make it work.

Now, being the leader of a globally recognized k-pop group, Seungcheol wasn't as busy as before, trying to help make a name for his group, he was able to have a bit more freedom and also to see you more.

Of course, when you weren't busy with your own career.

After graduating, you managed to snatch a position at one of the busiest vet clinics in Hongdae. You were on a team of three vets, each with three of their own techs. It had a rather large client base but you weren't complaining. It paid the bills of your nice flat near Hongdae, overlooking the river.

It had been several weeks since you'd heard from and even longer since you'd seen Cheol at this point. You never tried to let it bother you before because you were adults now, not children. He had his own circle of friends and colleagues as did you.

But it hurt nonetheless when your notification would ping and it wasn't your best friend texting you or sending you some dumb meme. Your own messages to him had been left on read and of course that didn't mean anything with Cheol and you knew that. He was notorious for checking but not answering his messages.

You just tried to ignore the sad sinking feeling inside you as best as you could but sometimes, your brain got the better of you.

Like today for instance. It was a day like any other, nice weather, the city below your balcony was teeming with life, preparing for Seollal, but you couldn't be bothered to join them, even as the day turned into night and the city really came alive. You just sat wrapped up in your favorite blanket and your own self wallowing.

Your phone pinged again but you'd given up looking at it, instead engrossed in a small pint of Ben & Jerry's you'd saved in your freezer for your next inevitable breakup but decided to indulge a little sooner. And the fact that the expiration date was drawing nearer was not a deciding factor in your indulgence at all.

None whatsoever.

It was just after ten in the evening and you were about halfway through your pint of Chubby Hubby, ignoring the sporadic pings of your phone for the peanut buttery swirls of the frozen treat in your hands when there was a loud pounding knock at your front door.

You almost hadn't heard it but upon hearing it, you turned in your place on your balcony sofa and peered through the glass door.into your apartment. It was silent only for a moment before another loud banging could be heard.

You got up carefully, carrying your ice cream and spoon, blanket still draped over your shoulders as you crossed the floor quickly to see who had disturbed your date with Ben and Jerry.

Pressing the camera button on your intercom system revealed none other than your best friend, standing outside your door looking all sorts of worried and panicked.

Confused and bewildered, you set your ice cream and spoon down and unlocked the door, pulling it open enough to peer through the crack and into the hallway.

The expression on Seungcheol's face morphed from worry to relief upon seeing you. He pushed past the door, wrapping his arms around you, blanket and all, and engulfing you in a tight hug.

"Oh My God I was so worried!" he said, his words muffled by your blanket as he buried his face in your shoulder.

Still just as confused, you hugged him back, uncertain why he was acting as if you had died or something.

When he pulled back, he held you at arms length, looking over you quickly. "Why are you wearing a blanket?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing. "Are you cold? Do you have a fever? What's wrong?"

His words were all over the place, hands moving quickly as he felt your forehead, cheek, and checked to make sure you weren't physically ill.

"Cheol," you whined as he pulled you over to the kitchen island and made you sit down, readjusting your blanket. His eyes fell on the half eaten pint of Ben & Jerry's and the spoon lying beside it before they flitted back to you.

"Who is he?" he demanded. "I'm gonna hurt him."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Calm down Rambo," you snorted. "There is no he," you added. Seungcheol pointed accusatively at the pint sitting on the white countertop, to which you shook your head.

"I'm not eating it cause I got dumped," you explained.

"Then why are you eating ice cream at ten-forty at night?" your best friend demanded.

You shrugged your shoulders. "I'm just a little sad," you replied softly. The stern expression on Seungcheol's face melted away as he took your hands in his. "Why are you sad?" he whispered, sitting across from you in the other bar stool at your kitchen island.

You shrugged your shoulders again, not meeting his gaze.

"Y/N," Seungcheol said, his voice a little louder and more demanding.

"It's nothing," you said, trying to pull away from your best friend but he was much stronger, having been in and out of the gym daily the past few years while you hadn't touched anything heavier than a house cat lately. Seriously, when did he get so strong?

"Y/N, you aren't going anywhere until you tell me why you're sad and why you've been ignoring me."

Wait… what? Ignoring him?

You looked up to meet his gaze finally.

"Ignoring you? I haven't been ignoring you," you replied.

Seungcheol looked around your apartment. "Where's your phone?" he asked. You nodded towards your balcony, lamenting the loss of his warmth as Seungcheol got up and walked over to the sliding glass door, opened it, and picked up your phone.

He returned, unlocking it with your pass code before checking your notifications. As he searched, he let out a groan and rolled his eyes.

"Did you mean to turn on 'Do Not Disturb' mode?" he asked, turning your phone towards you.

The notifications that you received earlier only came in from your boss and your mother. How had you not noticed that?? Oh, because you weren't looking at your phone the whole time.

You quickly grabbed your phone from Seungcheol and opened your chat thread with him to find many unread messages and even a few missed calls.

You let out a laugh, setting your phone on the counter and shook your head. "I think I accidentally switched it on at work the other day," you said as Seungcheol sat across from you again.

"I thought you were mad at me," he said, hanging his head and you shook yours. "I'm not," you replied. "Honestly, I thought maybe you were mad at me or something," you added, causing Seungcheol to snap his head up to look at you.

"You've been a little distant lately," you continued to explain but stopped when your best friend took your hands in his again.

"I promise I'm not mad or upset either. Work the last few weeks has been… intense to say the least. I've been so tired and stressed that I haven't been able to focus on anything else. I'm so sorry," he said softly, offering you a sincere smile and apology.

"Even if we don't talk for days, I’ll always be your best friend, Y/N," he added, squeezing your hands gently.

You returned the smile and nodded. Of course you'll always be best friends. Seungcheol said it himself. He'd never be able to find a better best friend than you and you'd never be able to find a better best friend than him.

"Now that we got that out of the way," Seungcheol said before dropping his smile and giving you a stern but bewildered look.

"Why the hell am I not included in your 'Do Not Disturb' exceptions list?"

[thetypingpup]

[9:43 pm] The fire behind you burns brightly as Seungcheol pulls you onto his lap. Your knees sink into the plush cushion of the chair, his cock lined up with your waiting entrance. He teases you with a smirk, pressing the head of his cock against you, just barely entering you before pulling back. You grip his robe tighter, entranced by the expanse of hard muscle, the planes of his chest highlighted by the flickering shadows. Excitement stirs within you as you take in the way he looks at you, roving your form hungrily, his tongue poking out to tease the swell of his plush lips. You feel the familiar pulse of need radiating between your legs, building until you can’t take it anymore. Tired of waiting, you try to lower yourself onto his cock, only to be stopped by his firm grasp. 

“Ah ah ah, not so fast baby.” He tsks, and a shudder roves down your spine at the deep timbre of his voice. He moves his hand along your side, teasing you with his touch, his cock pressed right against your entrance as he hums, “What do you say baby?”

“Please,” You breathe you, trying and vain to just get him inside you already. He keeps you still, even as your thighs tense from the effort of trying to have him. You feel the heat building, caught between the warmth of his breath over your collarbones and the raging fire behind you. You’re fixated on the flames dancing in his gaze, as if it’s the only light in the room, using it to ground yourself from completely slipping away to lust. 

“Please what?” He raises an eyebrow expectantly, sinking further into the chair. You suppress a whimper as his cock moves away from your waiting entrance, gripping his shoulders tighter.

“Please Sir.” You cave in quickly, too consumed with need not to beg, “Please Sir, please fuck me.”

“That’s more like it, baby.” At long last he finally sinks into you, letting you lower yourself onto his length. You tilt your head back as a moan of wanton satisfaction resonates in your chest before resounding in the air. A laugh is laced with his own deep moan as his hands rove around to your ass, squeezing sharply, “Well someone’s excited.”

“Sir, I need you. I need you so fucking bad.” You squirm on top of him, already clenching around his thick length, taking in just how deep he is inside you.

He nods, that smirk of satisfaction melting into something far more heated, “Then let’s not keep you waiting anymore, baby.”

The chair doesn’t even creak as Seungcheol guides you up and down on his dick, even as your breath hitches with each deep thrust. Your hands bypass his soft robe to grab at his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as you pant out moans. The pleasure is fucking unreal, and already you feel yourself unraveling, bliss winding around you like one of the shimmering ribbons on the tree. You let yourself enjoy this, indulging in pleasure as long as you can, basking in the fireside flames.

[headintheclouds-posts]

His hands are around your waist whilst yours are snaked around his neck. Kissing Seungcheol is like those kisses you see in Hollywood movies, the type of kiss that makes you feel like you’re floating, like nothing else in the world exist but the two of you in that very moment. He always starts his kisses by slightly brushing his lips against yours, his lips are soft like petals and taste like biting into the ripest of peaches. He kisses you like you want to be kissed, like no person has ever kissed you. His tongue always fights for dominance over yours always causing your breath to hitch inside your throat. You feel like you’re not even in your own body anymore, it’s as though you have transcended into a different universe. There is so many ways to describe a kiss with this man, but also almost no words at all.

Asks are open ❤️

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[mesanthropi]

[08:33]

(cw: mentions of eating inedible stuff)

he wasn't mad. you both knew that. but if there's anything you also both knew right now, is that you were never going back to a field of dandelions and flowers ever again. it was evident how you two sat on seungcheol's living room floor, hands joined together like a game of 'of course'.

"now what did i tell you about putting random stuff in your mouth?"

you blinked, innocent-looking as you did (but it did not help your case). "not to do it."

"and what did you do?" he then asked, tilting his head down and raising his brows.

you couldn't help the pout on your lips. "listen, the impulsive thoughts won, 'cheol-" he matched your expression, cupping your face in his hands. "but [name], you almost ate a dandelion."

"not my fault those things look edible." came the mumble that sounded a bit weird thanks to seungcheol holding your face. the other just stared, mildly dumbfounded at your words, before ruffling your hair with one hand, prompting a whine. "[nickname], it was a dandelion! those things aren't edible!" the ravenette sighed, hands falling into your lap.

"... was that just your way of telling me that you're hungry?"

you shook your head. "i just looked at one, and wanted to see what'd happen if i put it in my mouth."

"this is why your friends call you silly," he countered, to which you only giggled at. "but you're lucky you're cute. that you're my silly." because no matter how silly you get, you still make him smile when you smile.

when you're not eating any dandelions, at least.

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Check out our member Mango's timestamp!

[10:15 pm]

"what's on kkuma's head?" You were sitting on your boyfriend's bed scrolling through your phone when you noticed Seungcheol entering the room holding Kkuma with a puzzled expression on his face. You took a look at him, then at Kkuma. The pink lipstick kiss stain was still on his forehead.

"oh….I thought it would have vanished before you got home."

You said giggling, with an amused smile on your face mirroring your boyfriend's. Cheol walks over to the bed and places kkuma on it and the little one snuggles into your lap. The lipstick you were wearing when you kissed the dog had now wiped off and was all over his fur.

"so….?"

he said, but it came across as more of a question.

"hmmm?" You replied to his question, while gliding your hands through kkmua's fur.

"you're going to give my pet kisses but not give me any after you haven't seen me the whole day?" cheol pouted You burst out laughing. You moved your gaze to the bedside and unlocked a drawer. Cheol tried to to look over your shoulder intrigued. You leaned down to collect whatever it was, he caught a glimpse and noticed you smearing something on your lips. Before he could properly react, you grabbed his face with your hands and kissed him all over his face while he jokingly pushed you off.

And by the bright pink color on your lips, he knew he looked just like kkuma now.

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[ 6:14am ]

Your eyes flickered between staring at the ceiling and glancing over to the sleeping figure of your boyfriend. You didn’t have the heart to disturb his sleep so you stayed firmly on your side of the bed, despite the chill that wracked through your body. Your boyfriend seemed to be the opposite— warmth radiating off of him like a furnace, making his hugs sound even more inviting than they already were. 

You heard a soft groan and immediately glanced over to Joshua. He shifted slightly, eyes opening and meeting yours tiredly. “You’re so far away, baby.” He mumbled, his voice deep and hoarse from just waking up. He reached out one of his arms, warm hand clasping onto your wrist to bring you closer to him.

You shivered when you felt how cold you were compared to him and eagerly snuggled into his chest, hoping to take advantage of his body heat at last. 

“You’re warm.” You smiled, adjusting his messy bedhead so his hair wasn’t falling over his eyes. His eyelids had already fallen shut again, tiredness crashing over him in another wave now that he had you in his arms.

“You’re so cold. Did I hog all the blankets or something?” He whispered with a small frown, hoping he wasn’t the cause of your chill. 

“No… I don’t think the blankets could do a better job than you anyway.” 

“You can cuddle with me even if I’m sleeping… whenever you’re cold.” He offered, squeezing you just a bit tighter and rubbing your arm to get rid of some of the lingering goosebumps.

“You looked so peaceful, though. I didn’t want to disturb you.” You defended, earning a small whine from him.

“You know I don’t mind… I’d be more than honoured to be your personal heater.” He smiled and you laughed at his cuteness. You fell asleep again, wrapped securely in his arms and safe from the cold.

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Cat and Mouse

❝ Wonwoo doesn’t understand why you’re so adamant in avoiding him after the amazing night you two spent together, but he’s not going to let you get away from him so easily. ❞

PAIRING: jeon wonwoo x female reader

GENRE: bad boy au, smut

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

WARNINGS: bad boy!wonwoo, allusions of illicit activities, descriptions of minor injuries, wonwoo is down HORRENDOUS, reader is in denial about her feelings, our bad boi is soft for one (1) person, mutual pining, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, riding, multiple creampies, overstimulation, mating press, aftercare

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A/N: here’s a little something to celebrate one year with this blog. very grateful to all my followers and mutuals who’ve made this past year amazing! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Wonwoo glares at his phone, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek in annoyance.

It’s been a week. An entire fucking week without hearing from you. He knew he should’ve ignored Jihoon’s calls and stayed in bed with you that night, but when he sent a message saying the entire crew needed to be there, he couldn’t ignore it. Now, he really wishes he would have.

The night he spent with you was the most incredible of his life, and now he might never relive it because he left in a haste, only leaving you with a brief kiss and a promise to come back.

“You still torn up over that sweet lil’ thing from that flower shop?” Seungcheol's voice has never sounded more irritating than it does now.

“That’s Shua’s girl, dumbass.”

Being on the receiving end of that mean tone and angry glare doesn’t faze Seungcheol in the slightest. In fact, it only causes his infamous smirk to get wider. To see the stoic Jeon Wonwoo acting up over a girl is not only a rarity, but it’s also really fucking funny. That’s why he can’t resist pushing Wonwoo’s buttons further.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Seungcheol cackles. “Guess you better hurry up and help us finish this shit. Her shift ends soon.”

Wonwoo can feel his irritation near that boiling point he could usually avoid. Of course Seungcheol knows about your schedule. That asshole has the annoying habit of knowing everything about anyone who is even the tiniest bit associated with the crew. Sure, it’s for precautionary reasons, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. Nonetheless, Wonwoo focuses on the task at hand so he can catch you before you leave work.

Jeon Wonwoo is the bane of your existence.

From the moment he first came around with that stupidly attractive smirk of his, your life was never the same. And now that you fucked him, it never will be again.

Giving into your carnal desires isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but getting mixed up with the likes of Jeon Wonwoo definitely is. Despite not knowing all of the grimy details, you know he’s bad news. You can see all the red flags clearly—the people he hangs around, all the fights he gets in, and the tattoos littering his body. And yet, none of those warning signs mattered now or when Wonwoo was ravishing you in a way that still made your toes curl just by thinking about it.

Maybe the worst part of it all is that you can’t get the resident bad boy out of your head, or the way he held you after you two had sex. It’s like you can still feel how he nuzzled into your neck, strong arms tightening around you like he never wanted to let you go. Part of you hopes that he wouldn’t have if he hadn’t had some urgent business to take care of. It’s a dangerous thought, but even so you can’t help but crave that uncharacteristically sweet side of him that he presumably only showed you.

A displeased sigh comes out of you as you gather your things to go home. It’s bad enough that you can’t stop thinking about Wonwoo, but to think that you’re actually pining over him even though he literally disappeared after your night together is—

“Y/N left already.”

It’s Mingyu’s voice you hear at first, and it makes you stop in your tracks. You wonder who could be asking for you until you hear someone answer him. It feels like your heart is going to jump out of your chest when you hear a familiar deep voice that has your stupid pussy clenching in anticipation.

“Alright. Thanks.”

You peek out from the back when you hear the door chime. It’s annoying that your chest tightens when you see a set of wide shoulders draped in a leather jacket walking toward the large motorcycle parked outside. The way your mind goes blank yet is also clogged with nothing but thought of Wonwoo is infuriating. You don’t realize you’re pouting at the exit until Mingyu jumps back in shock at seeing your sulking figure.

“Y/N what– I thought you left!” He says, vaguely gesturing behind him. “You just missed your boyfriend! I think he wanted to take you home—”

“Boyfriend?” You interrupt him, not entirely angry or disgusted that your coworker had referred to Wonwoo as such.

Mingyu furrows his eyebrows. “Yeah? The scary dude with the leather jacket that comes in here all the time just to see you. He’s your boyfriend, right?”

It’s almost mortifying that your sweet but oblivious coworker can tell that there was something going on between you and the resident bad boy. And yet, there’s also a part of you that likes the fact that Wonwoo is so obvious about his feelings. You don’t know what to make of these conflicting emotions that you can’t seem to shake, and seeing Wonwoo (even just the back of him) didn’t help you find the clarity you so desperately need.

“Well, even if he’s not, he definitely wants to fuck you.” Mingyu says with a wink as he brushes past you to check on the pastries he had put in the oven ten minutes ago.

You wonder how he would react if you told him that Wonwoo already has.

Wonwoo thinks you’re the cutest person ever. And the part of you he finds the most cute? The fact that you actually think he’s going to let you avoid him forever. You’re good at it, he’ll give you that (even if he can see right through your every method).

It’s funny that you actually change your off days and regular working hours just to avoid seeing him and throw him off, which it does—at first. He knows you haven’t quit because Josh mentioned seeing you at the bakery when he went to buy the love of his life a cake for her birthday. This is confirmed when he goes to see for himself the next day.

Maybe you don’t realize Wonwoo can see you run to the back through the large glass windows when you hear his motorcycle, but either way he thinks it’s funny. Actually, it’s hilarious because soon enough you were going to give into him like before.

Meanwhile, you feel like a mouse being preyed on by a sly cat—one that’s toying with you before he finally catches you. Avoiding Wonwoo had been easy at first, but now you’re starting to wonder if he had let it seem easy.

“Babydoll.”

You almost drop a tray of croissants when you hear a familiar deep voice calling for you. The way you whip around with a gaping mouth must be hilarious because Wonwoo just smirks at you in that infuriating way that drives you crazy. Your hands tighten around the tray as you snap your mouth closed, trying to contemplate on how to navigate the situation.

With a bit of a mental pep talk, you finally manage to put up that happy to help attitude you usually had with every other customer. The smile you give him feels exaggerated and fake, but it’s the only way you can mask all the emotions you’re feeling.

“What can I get for you?”

That devilish smirk widens as Wonwoo pretends to skim all the delicious pastries in the case before he sets his smoldering eyes back on you. “This all looks good,” he muses quietly, but you can hear him perfectly since it’s only you two. “But I think you’re the only thing that can satisfy my hunger.”

It kills you that his words make you heat up from the inside out. You ignore him and start to put the croissants into the case. The clench of your jaw is tight and bordering on painful, but it’s the only way you can keep your emotions from spilling over for him to see.

Unfortunately, your lack of response doesn’t really faze him. One thing you’ve come to learn about Wonwoo is that he’s never uncomfortable in the silence. You wish you could say the same. You’re nearly squirming by the time you’re done placing the croissants in their designated space because he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you once.

Finally, you look up to meet Wonwoo’s gaze. It’s so intense that you almost want to look away. However, there’s a part of you that loves being under the heat of his stare since you can clearly see the desire he has for you.

“You’ve been ignoring me.”

“You’ve been gone.” You counter, vaguely aware that you sound like a sulking girlfriend.

Wonwoo realizes this too because he gently coos at you. “Missed me, babydoll?”

Yes. “You wish.”

It’s obvious Wonwoo doesn’t believe you. That stupid smirk of his only seems to get bigger with every passing moment, and you don’t know if you want to kiss it or smack it off his face.

“I missed you.” He tells you honestly, loving how you’re visibly growing flustered with his words.

Resisting him would be a lot easier if he wasn’t so tempting to you and if the feelings he always evoked from you weren’t so strong. Before you can say anything to betray your easily crumbling facade, Mingyu comes out from the back with a tray of small cakes. Wonwoo gives you a once over before stepping away from the case.

“I’ll be back after your shift. Wait for me.”

You don’t wait for him—technically. It’s not waiting since Wonwoo is already outside of the bakery when your shift ends. He’s clad in his leather jacket, dark jeans, and signature combat boots. It’s not fair that he can lean against his bike so casually while looking as good as ever.

Ignoring him would’ve been all too easy, but you can’t when you notice the bruises and cuts on his pretty face. A familiar irritation bubbles in your chest, but annoyingly enough, it’s overpowered by the concern you feel. You react before you can fully think your actions through.

“What the hell!”

Wonwoo’s eyes widen the tiniest bit when you stomp over to him with angry tears in your eyes. You can’t even enjoy his cute shocked face because of the overwhelming concern and anger you feel. All you can do is hit his brawny chest in frustration.

“You—You asshole!” Your voice cracks with raw emotion as you continue to weakly hit his chest. “You said– you promised that you weren’t going to fight anymore—!”

Wonwoo lets you hit him. His chest aches, but not because of your soft blows. The last thing he meant to do was make you cry, and it’s something he wishes to never see again. His large hands come up to cup your face, fingers delicately wiping your tears. “I know I should’ve kept my promise, and I’m sorry. Just please don’t cry anymore.”

You let out a quiet whimper at his tenderness. His eyes are full of so much remorse and concern that it makes any remaining willpower you have left disappear. It feels right to bury yourself in his chest and let yourself be held by him. He caresses your back, and you can’t hate that it actually makes you feel better.

Once you’ve calmed down, you pull back and smack Wonwoo’s beefy chest again. “Asshole.”

“Your asshole.” His haze is tender as he cradles your tearstained cheek in his hand.

You scowl at him, but it’s quickly wiped off your face when he places a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth. A sudden desire consumes you when you see Wonwoo’s affectionate gaze. This time you let yourself be driven by your desire and press your lips against his.

It’s easy for him to melt into the kiss. Wonwoo sighs into your mouth as one of his hands comes up to cup your face. His rings feel cool against your warm skin, and you let out a quiet moan when his other hand slips into the back pocket of your jeans and squeezes your ass while pulling you closer to him.

The kiss is slow at first until your hands smooth over Wonwoo’s chest and fist his shirt to pull him closer. You part your lips to allow his tongue to slip into your mouth. It feels like you got struck by a bolt of electricity the longer his lips are on yours. His desire and hunger are evident in his needy movement, and you absolutely love it.

When you two finally pull away, you’re left breathless. Wonwoo’s thumb gently caresses your cheek as his heart pounds harshly in his chest. “Stay the night with me, babydoll.”

“M’kay.” You breathe out, mind still swimming.

The smile he gives you is so pretty that it makes something inside you burn with ardent desire. You feel like you’re floating on air when Wonwoo hands you a spare helmet that happens to be your favorite color. He looks bashful as he waits for you to accept it, and you wish you could take a picture of his pretty blush.

In spite of all the reasons you have not to take the helmet from him, you still do. And you don’t regret it.

You’ve never allowed yourself to regret the things that you’ve done because life is too short for regrets. But you definitely regret avoiding Wonwoo as long as you have, especially with the way he’s trailing his lips along your legs. Every wet kiss he leaves behind has your heart hammering and your cunt clenching in want.

Finally, Wonwoo gets to your inner thighs. His large hands spread you open with ease, eyes dark when he sees your wet pussy.

“Fuck.” His gaze fixed between your legs as if he's in a trance. “You’re already so wet.”

Your toes curl when his breath ghosts over your cunt. It sends delicious shivers throughout your body, and you have to stop yourself from bucking your hips into his face. But as you’re starting to learn, it seems like Wonwoo knows what you want before you even ask for it.

“You want my mouth, babydoll?”

Wonwoo nearly blows his load when you nod cutely, a needy mewl escaping your lips. “Please.”

He hooks your legs over his wide shoulders, thumbs spreading your folds open for his viewing pleasure. Wonwoo resists his ravenous desire for you long enough to toy with your pretty pussy before he actually tastes it—a luxury he hadn’t gotten to do last time. His rough hands are soon occupied with you, one hand pinching and flicking your sensitive clit while the other gently rubs your slippery folds.

“Fuck, baby.” You whine, biting down on your lower lip. “Feels so good.”

Your cunt is dripping with so much of your arousal that Wonwoo’s fingers are drenched as he slowly rubs circles against your aching bud. It’s throbbing and pulsing in need as his pace grows the tiniest bit quicker. You can’t even try to contain your moans as you stare down at your boyfriend.

Wonwoo has a huge smirk on his pink lips. You’re making such a mess on his fingers, and he just loves it. “You look so fucking cute when your squirm like this, babydoll.”

A needy whimper tumbles past your lips when he presses a gentle kiss to your throbbing clit. It pulses under the attention like it wants his mouth again. Wonwoo’s pupils are blown wide as he licks the remnants of your arousal off his lips. The addicting taste makes his control snap, and in the next second he smashes his face into your cunt like a starved man.

Your hips start move on their own as Wonwoo groans deeply into your drooling pussy. His mouth latches onto your clit, massaging the nub with his tongue. The movements are skilled and toe-curling, and you already feel like you’re fucked out.

“Wonwoo!” You cry out in absolute pleasure when he slips two fingers inside you.

His long fingers work your cunt open, curling up to rub the sensitive spot inside you that made you arch your back in ecstasy. Your mouth is dropped open in a silent min the longer Wonwoo fucks you with his tongue. He captures your juices with his tongue only to slobber them all over you again. Your hands grab ahold of his hair as he keeps moaning into your wet pussy, the vibrations shooting up your spine with every one of his movements.

All it takes his his nose bumping against your clit as he licks around his pumping digits for you to come all over his face. Wonwoo groans into your creamy cunt, licking up every drop of your release.

“So fucking messy.” He grunts as his hand spreads your folds and exposes your heat to the cool air. His fingers trail down your cunt, tenderly rubbing along your sensitive lips. “Fuck, just look at that cream."

You can’t contain your needy moan when Wonwoo brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. He’s so fucking hot that you just want him to fuck you until you can’t think. Before you can get him to do exactly that, a heavy weight settles on your soppy cunt. His cock is hot and wet as it slides between your folds.

“You feel so good, angel.” Wonwoo groans as he thrusts forward, coating the underside of his dick with your arousal. “So fucking wet, just for me.”

The mouthwatering sight of your folds splitting open as he slides his cock between them makes him feel like he’s drunk. Maybe he is. Drunk on your pussy, that is. He only gets to enjoy the feeling for a second before you eagerly buck your hips against his.

“Let me ride you.”

It’s a miracle that Wonwoo doesn’t come all over your stomach at the words you moaned so desperately. He’s quick to get into position, leaning against his headboard as you hover above him. You look so eager as you straddle his lap, the love bites he littered all over your thighs giving him a sense of pride as he brushes his thumbs over them.

Wonwoo’s free hand reaches for your ass. He roughly kneads the skin before slapping it. You moan out in pleasure. Everything is almost too much for you to handle. The sight of him bellow you waiting patiently for you to fuck him like the first time is making your core throb with insatiable desire. His cock rests on his stomach, leaking with precum and waiting for you to sit on it.

The hottest part of it all is how Wonwoo’s looking at you with unadulterated desire and affection—like you’re a living goddess on top of him. Your hands are splayed over his muscular chest, and he just loves the feeling of them smoothing over his hot skin.

His hands move on their own, caressing your hips and mapping out every inch of your body with his rough hands. Wonwoo kisses any part of you he can reach, lips trailing from your neck down to your collarbones. His large hands slip back to your ass to deliver a sharp spank which makes you fall forward. Wonwoo skillfully captures one of your tits in his mouth, tongue immediately gliding over your hardened nipple.

“Nonu!” You cry out as your arms hook over his shoulders to keep him close, softly moaning as he switches between your tits, warm tongue swirling around each erect nub.

The cute little nickname makes his cock twitch. Fuck. You were going to drive him completely insane.

He gently nips at your sensitive bud before pulling away to look up at you. “You look so fucking pretty on top of me, babydoll.” He murmurs, forcing himself to stay still as you shift against his leaking tip.

His sweet praise is enough to make your pussy flutter. You mewl as he teasingly circles his cock against your pussy. The insistent nudges from his leaking head are making your head swim with pleasure. You’re so soaked at this point that he can feel your arousal start to stick to his skin.

Finally, you can’t resist any longer and slowly sink down on his cock. Your tight walls stretch wide, welcoming the bulbous head with just a bit of resistance. It’s been almost two weeks, and you’d already forgotten it felt to have such big and thick dick inside you. His cock isn’t even halfway inside yet, and you can nearly feel him in your stomach.

You sit back and slowly circle your hips, throwing your head back with a moan when his twitching tip nudges your walls repeatedly. Wonwoo feels like he’s gone and died to heaven with the filthy show you’re giving him of your soppy cunt. He curses quietly at the sight of your tight cunt clinging to his fat tip, nearly blowing his load at the erotic sight.

“Show me what you can do, pretty girl.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. With a wanton moan and your hands braced behind you, you slide all the way down. You whimper at the stretch, loving the feeling of his thick cock splitting you open. Mewls flutter from your lips, and it feels like the oxygen is slowly being forced out of your lungs.

Once he’s fully inside you, Wonwoo is sure that he’s never going to feel as good as he does now. His head is thrown back and his eyes roll to the back of his head. The feeling of your hot cunt wrapped around him is absolute heaven. You share in his feeling as you moan loudly, completely full and stretched out as he grips your ass to steady you on his dick.

Wonwoo can’t stop looking at the fucked out look on your face while you’re busy staring down at where your pussy and his cock meet. You don’t notice how his pupils are blown out with lust at the sight of you impaled on his cock. His heart fluttering in his chest because fuck, you’re like a literal goddess on top of him.

“Shit, babydoll. You gotta move.” He sounds out of breath, almost needy with his plea.

Wonwoo looks so fucked out and pretty that your pussy tightens around him at the hot sight. That's all it takes for you to give him what he wants. You lift your hips before slamming your ass back down. His cock reaches so deep inside you that you throw you head back with a loud cry. It makes you ravenous, and you eagerly repeat your movements until your practically bouncing on his cock.

You lean towards him and wrap your arms around his neck, your pace faltering a bit when your lips meet his neck. As you litter his skin with wet kisses and gentle bites, you feel his cock throb and twitch inside you. It makes you think that you might actually get him to come first this time.

At least, until Wonwoo commits the tender act of pressing a sweet kiss to your shoulder, removing a hand from your ass to gently thumb at your clit.

“Fuck, Nonu.” You whimper at the stimulation. “You’re so deep.”

“Missed having you on my cock, babydoll. You look so fucking pretty being split open like this.” His fingers trace your stretched hole before they slap your clit.

You moan wantonly when Wonwoo suddenly thrusts up, going impossibly deeper. That’s when you know he's about to ruin you in the way you’ve been craving. You shove your face into his neck, sucking and biting his skin so he can move you on his cock in the way he wants. Apparently, this isn’t enough for him, though.

Wonwoo grips your face, pressing his fingers into your cheeks. “Need to see your pretty face while I fuck you stupid.”

He doesn’t give you time to respond before he’s gripping your ass and grinding you on his cock. His fingertips press into your soft flesh as he lifts you and brings you down his length. You start bouncing to meeting his pumps. Broken mewls contrast with Wonwoo’s groans and mix in the the sound of lewd squelching and skin slapping. His abs tighten every time you come back down, thighs flexing beneath your ass.

Your swollen clit rubs against his pelvis with every thrust, and the feeling is quickly driving you insane. The knot in your stomach is coming undone fast, much faster than you want, but you feel too good to stop. Wonwoo isn’t doing much better. His mind is only full of you and the way your hot cunt is gripping his cock. The carnal look in his eye is locked to where you’re connected. He’s mesmerized with strings of arousal connecting his skin to your dripping folds.

“You look so fucking pretty when you’re bouncing on my cock—just like last time. Gonna let me pump your pretty pussy full again, babydoll?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You cry out mindlessly, a delicious ache blooming in your core. “Whatever you want!”

You can’t believe Wonwoo has the audacity to blush like you two aren’t literally fucking like animals. It makes you gush around him, orgasm so close that you can feel it in every inch of your body.

“God, baby. Keep fucking yourself stupid on my dick.” He growls as he fucks up into you harder, needing to see you come undone on his cock.

The leaking tip of his cock brushes against your sweet spot over and over again until your eyes gloss over like you’re on the brink of tears. Wonwoo will never get enough of that fucked out face of yours, and it drives that insatiable desire in him to fuck you impossibly harder.

It takes only a few more deep thrusts for you to come on his cock with a loud moan. Your body shudders and shakes against him in absolute pleasure. Wonwoo’s movements don't stop. He fucks you through your orgasm and straight into overstimulation. But you can’t really care because it feels so fucking good. All you can do is cry out his name until he’s emptying his balls inside you.

“Y/N!” He groans into your ear as he pumps you full of his hot cum, thick ropes filling you to the brim until it’s leaking out and coating his heavy sack.

You’re gently grinding into each other as your mouths meet for a messy kiss. Wonwoo’s still-hard cock keeps twitching inside you, and you can’t help but groan into his mouth at the feeling.

“More.” You plead against his lips. “Want you to keep stuffing me full of your cum.”

“Fuck, angel.” Wonwoo pants out. “You’ll be the death of me.”

But if this was death, he’d gladly embrace it every time.

Wonwoo moves down the bed until his back meets the messy sheets. With his hands secured on your waist and the back of your neck, he pulls you down to his chest and forces you to take every inch of his throbbing cock. At this angle, he feels even thicker. Your mind goes blank as his fat dick spears into your tight hole relentlessly.

Wet noises fill the room, dancing in the air with your wanton cries. A white ring forms at the base of his cock, smearing down to his loaded sack. Wonwoo moans along with you, large hands sliding down your body to grip fistfuls of your ass. You let out a broken gasp when he grinds up and pulls you down, stuffing you to the brim only to do it again and again.

You’re panting and whimpering as his cock sinks in deep, plugging your dripping cunt. Tingles of ecstasy course through your quivering body with ever snap of his hips. You aren’t even moving anymore, it’s all Wonwoo. He’s fucking you on his cock like you're his personal fucktoy. The more you think about it like that, the more turned on you’re getting.

Your hot cunt tightens around his veiny cock. The drag of his veiny length stretching you out makes more of your juices coat his dick and spill down to his heavy balls. Wonwoo shudders when he feels how tight you keep getting. He can feel his own high quickly approaching.

“You gonna come for me again, babydoll? Soak my cock with your cream and make a mess all over me?” Wonwoo changes the angle of his hips as he speaks his lewd words. The tip of his cock slams into the soft spot inside you that makes you scream in pleasure. He keeps pounding into you from below without stopping, and you love every second of it.

“Fucking love your cock.” You babble mindlessly, any and every thought that’s not about the fat cock splitting you open being fucked out of you.

“Sweet little cunt is all mine now.” Wonwoo growls possessively. “Gonna be mine forever, right, baby?”

It’s all too much. His filthy yet sweet words combined with his fierce thrusts make you fall over that edge and into your orgasm, this one more powerful than the last. Your body erupts in flames as you squirt all over Wonwoo’s aching cock. He keeps you locked on his dick, balls slapping against your ass as he continues to pound into your gushing cunt.

“So fucking good.” Wonwoo groans gutturally before his hot cum floods your ruined cunt, painting your stretched out walls and claiming you in every sense of the word.

So much of his cum spills out and trickles down his pulsing cock, and you whimper when Wonwoo fucks it deeper into your pussy. You’re both sweaty and sticky, yet there’s still a burning ache in your core that seems like it can only be soothes by Wonwoo and his big cock.

“Want it again.” You moan into his ear, clenching down on his twitching dick. “Please.”

This is where you learn that the resident bad boy can never tell you no.

You barely process him flipping you over and manhandling you into the position he wants. Wonwoo presses your legs against your chest and start to pound into you with rough thrusts. He’s slow but brutish, slamming against your cervix every time he pushes in. Your cream soaks his thick cock and your inner thighs. It slowly drips down to your ass where his heavy balls slap against the tender skin.

“Fuck, babydoll. I’ll never get enough of this tight little pussy.” He sounds so gone, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust.

You cry out each time, the pleasure blooming into that delicious feeling in your stomach. Wonwoo’s words have you clenching around his dick, and he lets out a deep groan. He keeps moaning out praises about how good you are for him, but it’s hard to focus on his words when his thick cock is pummeling into you relentlessly.

You continuously gush around Wonwoo’s cock on the brink of yet another orgasm as you leave a stain around the base. Your pussy is stretched beyond belief, and it feels so fucking good that’s it’s making you delirious.

“I’m gonna have to stuff this pretty pussy full every day.” Wonwoo moans, loving how your cunt keeps spasming around his throbbing cock. He’s fantasised about this for so long, and now that he’s had you he’s completely addicted to you.

“Fuh-Fuck!” You wail, soaking his cock even more at his promise, leaving it dripping.

Wonwoo’s thrusts grow more powerful and ravenous. The pretty sounds you’re letting out every time he drives in and out of you is driving him insane. It’s not long for the harsh snapping of his hips to finally send you into your climax. This one is more somehow more intense than your previous one. Wonwoo groans loudly, watching as you squirt all over his cock.

Each time Wonwoo strokes your g-spot, another gush of liquid spurts from your core. “You’re so fucking hot, angel. Making a mess all over my cock.”

“Come inside me.” You beg with a loud moan, mind already so far gone to think about anything else but being fucked full of his hot cum.

Your lewd plea only drives his desire for you. Wonwoo feels his orgasm approaching with every rough thrust. His balls are aching to be emptied again, and he doesn’t hesitate to chase that euphoric feeling. Your pussy is practically begging him to fill you up with his seed, and he does exactly that. With one final shove, he bottoms out inside you and stills, cock twitching and throbbing in your hot cunt.

A huge load of cum pours into you, coating your walls and taking up the minimal space his cock hasn’t covered. Wonwoo slowly fucks it into you until you’re both whimpering from the overstimulation.

When he pulls out, his cum and your cream slowly leak out of your messy cunt. The fucked out pants you’re letting out are quickly stifled by Wonwoo's lips. You moan into his mouth as he slowly lets go of your legs and hooks them around his hips.

Pulling away, you barely register as he starts to tenderly kiss all over your body. You’re completely sated and too gone to acknowledge your surroundings even as Wonwoo gets up and brings back a warm towel. He gently cleans you up, whispering sweet praises that make you feel a different type of euphoria.

“Hold me, Nonu.” You finally manage to say when you realize he’s done cleaning the both of you up.

His smile is so pretty and precious as he goes to lay with you. The way he cradles you against his chest is comforting, and you know that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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02.35 PM

A/n : I wrote this as a side drabble for 2.45 pm which you can read here but you can also read this as a standalone!! anyw, don't forgot to reblog if you like this!!

What the fuck is going on right now? No, wait, you know exactly what is going on. You’re watching one member of the hottest group in the entertainment world act his heart out in front of the camera following the script you’ve written with blood, and tears. But that still doesn’t explain why his group member is currently sitting beside you with coffee in his hand paying attention NOT towards his member but towards you??

“You’re a really talented writer,” your eyes are probably bulging out of their socket now, and the way you whipped your head towards Seungcheol would probably beat Usain Bolt.

“Uh.. uhm thanks, I practice a lot,” Practice? What are you an athlete? 

You’d almost ran away if it wasn’t for the chuckles coming out of him. God he sounds so pretty. 

“Cute,” Now that got you blushing.

“Why are you here?” Trying to ask him something would probably distract you from the mess happening inside your head.

Seungcheol looked at you questioningly before looking back towards Dokyeom. “Can’t I just come to support my group member? Or is that not allowed?”

Oh no, he got the wrong idea.

You backtrack trying to correct yourself. “No, I mean why are you here, in the staff area, you could sit in his trailer waiting for him,”

Seungcheol hummed before answering you.

“I’m just curious”

Huh

“And also a little birdie told me that a particular writer have a little crush on me,” he said before turning back to look at your currently red face.

“Should I ask them for a date?”