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i have the biggest crush on seungcheol its actually insane yall
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“Straight out of dreams.” — Choi Seungcheol
#ver. – joshua
Genre: fluffy fluff ^^, romantic
Warning: a very big simp bf and too much fluff
Pairings: seungcheol x gn!reader
Word count: 0.3k
[💿] : I wanna be yours by Arctic Monkeys
★ note · I have NO idea what to feel about this. I just wrote down whatever came in my mind and hoped for the best 🙊
Seungcheol swears, you have the ability to hypnotize him. He would come home after a long tour wanting nothing more than to throw himself into your arms and be loved by you forever.
Not that he is obsessed. Okay, I take that back. Maybe he is a little (positively) obsessed with you.
He adores having you close to him, ready to give him lots of kisses. He just knows that you hold a special kind of power over him. Or maybe it's his love for you that has gotten the best of him, and he has no regrets.
He becomes so engrossed in adoring your voice, appearance, and everything else that he does not even realize you have just given a full explanation of a movie while he is been staring at you the entire time. What in God's name will happen to him if you ever leave him? But as you well know, you never will.
His members tease him, calling him a simp for you. He jokingly defends himself, but deep down, he really does not disagree. He really is down bad for you.
He wonders how anyone can be so so perfect. You are exactly the person he has always desired. To be by his side, to kiss and comfort him, to be someone he can rant to, and to spend the rest of his life with.
Being in your arms melts him. There is nothing more soothing than feeling the warmth of your loved one's embrace around you.
His only desire in life is to hold you and never let go. Even if it means giving his all, he wants to protect you from harm.
Every time Seungcheol looks at you, he knows that he is falling deeper and deeper every day. But does he wish to stop? Absolutely not.
To him, you seem unreal. It's quite literally, he can't help it. It really feels as if you walked straight out of his dreams.
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deadass, not even lying
cheol 𝖎 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚🖤⛓️💣😈
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awww thanks pooks 💖
no one barely knows me cuz i barely do shit on here but u still remember me 😭😭💖
Last song: Broken Melodies - NCT Dream
Fav colour: Blue
Currently watching: Physical 100 S2, Taxi driver S2 (im hooked) and Queen of Tears.
Spicy/savoury/sweet: anything!
relationship status: single (i like to say that to cover up the fact that im actually married with seungcheol... in my head)
Current Obsession: stalking people, tiktok, insta, dancing to magnetic by ILLIT, LUCAS WONG!!!!!!!!
I DONT HAVE ANYONE TO TAG BRO 😔
— nine people i'd like to get to know better ❣️
tagged by: @lix-ables one of my fav creators on here!! ily and just so you know i would Also like to get to know you better <3
last song: sugarcoat (kiss of life NATTY solo)
favourite colour: dark blue, I love it a lot it’s a calm color and somehow reminds me of rainy nights
currently watching: i'm not a person who watches much, so right now I’m watching stray kids content videos
spicy/savoury/sweet: this is hard! Because I love all three 😭 but I’ll take a mix of spicy and savory
relationship status: currently single!
current obsession: sherlock cover by stray kids, hyunjins silky hair
tagging: @cgnab @bbyquokka @jinnie-ret I don’t even know 9 ppl (not forcing!)
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i wholeheartedly DISAGREE LMFAOO. like i men people know me and i guess i have a pretty big friend circle but id say im a bit more reseved? BUT i do calculate how i act in front of someone compared to another person yk?
thanks for tagging me @jenodreamer 💖
tagging @produmads 💖
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hi 😭 I just came from your Taeyong Feel Me! It’s really good and love it so much ! CanI request arranged marriage au with Taeyong plss ?? Thank youuuu 🫶🏻
a/n: OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSSS
Our little secret
FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF
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Taeyong!! you stomp one foot on the ground, an expression Taeyong can only describe as painfully adorbale settles on your face. "Let's go! Use those long legs the gods blessed you with and RUN!"
You yell as you watch your boyfriend casually jog over to you, the wind whipping his grey flannel behind his tall figure. Once he's right in front of you and you're peering up at his sparkling boba eyes, he swiftly swipes a kiss.
"What'd I say about that pouty face of yours,hm?" he asks, brows rasied as if lecturing a kid.
You narrow your gaze as your roll your eyes. "You can't help but kiss me..."
He chuckles out a a grin as he squishes your cheeks, before taking your hand in his. "So, where do you wanna go now?"
Your eyes roam around the empty amusement park, your heart unable to pick where to explore next. It was your four year anniversary, and since you haven't been to an amusement park in a long time Taeyong rented it out for the night - Just for the two of you, away from the chaos of his idol life.
You worked as a stylist for Taeyongs junior group, Nct Dream, so the two of you never really interacted much before; It was only until your best friend, Mark, invited you out to dinner with Haechan and Taeyong- ever since your first proper, encounter Lee Taeyong never left your thoughts.
"Oh let's go to the photo booth!"
Taeyong chuckles. "Again?"
You nod frantically as you beging to pull his arm towards the booth for the second time tonight. "We have to use props this time!"
Taeyong, who would never complain if it meant seeing that bright smile on your face, complies as your throw various items on him and yourself.
"Babe, can we atleast get something to eat afterwards?" despite the slight whine, Taeyong still had an adoring smile on his face as he watched you pull all kinds of faces for the camera.
You suddenly jump on his lap, eyes wide. Grabbing his soft cheeks, you stick your bottom lip out. "awww is Taeyongiee hungry?"
Taeyong chuckles at your adorably asked question, "yes, very hungry actually. I feel like eating some ramen and soju, should we get that?"
"YES!"
Within 10 minutes you two had wrapped up your photobooth time, and now seated under the night sky and fairy lights with a bottle of soju and some steaming ramen. As you at Taeyong couldn't help but sneak in glances- even after four years he could just never get enough of you, you and your undying beauty.
"Marry me."
You nearly choked on your food.
Taeyong continues to smile as you dab your mouth with a napkin, before settling your gaze with his.
"I'd love to Tae," your smile falters slightly, but you hoped he didn't notice. "But you know we can't, the company-"
"Who says the company has to know?" you rasie an eyebrow, and Taeyong reaches to take your hands in his. "In fact, who says anyone has to know?"
You laugh, unable to know if he was serious or not. "So you're saying we should elope?"
His gaze started to look more stern, "You never wanted a big wedding anyways, and neither did I."
"Taeyong we need a witness."
"I trust Mark, and you do too." he stated simply, and then begins to remove a ring from his finger, and slides it into your ring finger.
"You don't think the guys would find it suspicious if we both start wearing rings on our ring fingers?"you inquire, uable to hide the small smile as you admire the look of his ring on your finger.
"It doesn't have to be rings. We could get matching bracelets, or necklaces even? You prefer bracelets anyway, right?" you look up into his eyes, and his gaze told you the raw sincerity and truth of his words. He wanted this, he wanted to marry you and make you his wife.
"I do prefer bracelets," you smile. "But I'm keeping this ring though, it's pretty." he laughs at your response.
"So.... is that a yes?"
You stand up and make your way over to his side, before comfortably seating yourself in his lap. You nod. "Yes it can be our little secret."
Taeyong hums as his gaze fixes on your inviting lips. "One just for Lee Taeyong and Lee Y/n."
You chuckle before settling into the kiss, Taeyong's arms wrapped securely around your waist, and yours drapped around his neck.
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3 months later
You and Taeyong carried out your daily lives as per usual, with nothing changing other than the fact that you two are married.
You walk around the SM building, to the cafe to grab a few snacks and a drink. You walk in and see that the cafe is busy with so many people chatting and laughing.
You go behind the line and wait to order your drink and snack. As you look around the area, you find Taeyong and Johnny walking in. You wave at them and mouth towards them to come over.
Taeyong lights up when he sees you, and walks over. "Hey guys, what are you doing here?" Johnny walks right behind Taeyong. "Oh we're here to grab drinks for us and the guys."
You smile at Johnny's response, "Ohhhh." Taeyong couldn't help but just stare into your eyes lovingly. You move a bit closer to Taeyong just so your able to whisper into his ear. "Babe, stop looking at me like that." He looks at you dumbfoundedly "Like what?"
Johnny looks up from his phone, "Like your gonna marry her right now or something." he laughs a little and goes back to looking at his phone.
Both yours and Taeyong's face turned red. You look at Taeyong with a serious gaze, "You're so dead when we go home." Taeyong looks at you with a light smile. "I can't help it."
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a/n: i hope i did justice with this 😭
#nct imagines#nct scenarios#nct fanfic#lee taeyong#lee taeyomg x reader#taeyong x y/n#nct x reader#nct 127#nct dream#fluff#lee taeyong fluff
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Feel Me
Requested!!!
a/n: he's so... perfect 😭
smut
a/n: i didnt propery proof read cuz i really want this to be published ~(>_<。)
I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON!!
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You've always been a supportive girlfriend; you attend all the concerts, music shows on your days off from work, and not once have you ever complained about Taeyong's job, because you know how hard he's worked for where he is today, and how much he loves his job.
But every once in a while, you throw that huge part of yourself out the window.
It's the times when you have to come home to an empty apartment, sleep in a big ass bed all alone, watch boring tv shows that Taeyong always finds a way to spice up with his jokes- its the only part of his career that fills you up to the brim with frustration.
Because aside from missing his warmth, and his overall prescence around you, his abscence also leaves you sex deprived.
"Fucking tour," you mutter angrily as your eyebrows crease together, your body desiring pleasure that your fingers just aren't bringing you right now.
"Fucking idol career," your middle finger teases your entrance as it circles around it, but honestly you're feeling a little hopeless because no matter how hard you can try and fuck yourself, it'll never compare to Taeyong's slender fingers, lenghty cock, or sinful tongue.
But still, you try; thumb rubbing over your clit, you push one finger in slowly. A soft gasp leaves your lips, and you give youself sometime to feel it, get into it, but- nothing.
"Oh for fucks sakes-"
A sound like a groan mixed with a high-pithched, frustrated, squeal leaves your throat as you roughly flip youself onto all fours on the queen-sized bed, the black comforter already all messed up becuase of all the squirming you were doing earlier.
Grabbing Taeyong's pillows, you position the bottom one on its side underneath you, the edge sending a shiver down your side as it brushed your sensitive clit. The top pillow, the one that still held his delicious scent (and the one you've been cuddling and sobbing into for the past week), you place where you imagine Taeyong's head would be as you ride his dick.
All that's left is hearing that raspy, sultry, sexy voice of his that could turn you on like the flip of a switch.
By the time he answers you'd already been riding the pillow harshly, hands gripping the sheets beneath you tightly.
"Hey babe-"
"Fuck Taeyong!" you moan out loudly, partly annoyed he took so long to answer, and also relieved you could finally hear his voice.
There's rustling on the line, and you imagine he's scrambling around for a quiet place becuase just those two words you moaned out, already has him rock hard in his pants. You wonder if he's wearing leather pants, because damn, those are suffocating, especially for someone like your boyfriend who gets very sensitive when he's got a boner.
"Shit baby- what if i was on the speaker phone and the guys heard you moaning like that? hm?"
Your head shaked as if he could see you, whimpers filling his ear the most definately have his eyes rolling to the back of his head in bliss.
"Tae, want you, need you so bad right now..." you rock yourself on his pillow, dipping down to burry your head into his other pillow to deeply inhale his scent.
The line was quiet for a while, and you just know he was palming himself over his pants at your whiney tone. He always liked when you whined, but his favourite? When he fucks you so good, tears start pouring down your pretty flushed cheeks.
It drives him insane; the thought alone could make him cum immediately.
"Baby? Are you riding your pretty cunt on my pillow, like i told you to do when your horny, hm?" his voice dropped several octaves lower, and you were able to soft gasps from him that just made your head spin.
"Ye-yes Tae... fucking your pillow right now, can almost feel your cock filling me up."
A groan sounds out from the speaker, "Fuck baby, im filling you up so good yeah? like I always do hm?
Nodding your head hastily, you moan out as your pace increases, Taeyong's words edging you towards the release you desperatley need.
"Can you feel me, angel?"
"Fuck yes Tae, can feel myself clenching around you..."
Another curse from your boyfriend, followed by a couple of lovely moans that bring your ears so much joy. Closing your eyes, you can imagine him alone, still standing but leaning against a wall, one hand stuffed into his pants as he strokes himself, fingers grazing over his tip that was leaking pre-cum, as the other hand clutched the phone tightly against his ear so that your moans could be the only thing he hears.
"Taeyongie." your voice was deeper, signaling that you're about to say something that might just make him cum straight away in his cargos.
"Can you feel me? My lips kissing your pretty tip before I take you into my mouth, sucking and licking up all your sweetness..."
There it was- Taeyong's knees buckled, and he had to catch himself before he slid down the wall.
"Fuck baby, fuck... are you gonna cum for me? you gon' make a mess all over my pillow for me?"
You throw your head in pleasure, your knot just mere seconds from from exploding as your fuck Taeyong;s pillow, your legs beginning to feel numb and shaky.
"Yea... gonna cum baby."
The raspy groan he let's out is what inevitably makes you burst, your orgasm washing over you like the walls of the world's biggest dam breaking open. The loudest moan leaves your lips, and that very sound, as it reaches Taeyong's ear, is what has him cumming in his hand painfully hard.
"Holy fuck-"
For a few minutes it's only both yours and Taeyong's heavy breathing, each of you trying to come down from your highs.
Taeyong is the first to break silence.
"You better send me a picture of the mess you made on my pillow."
A classic Lee Taeyong line, and like always it has you dropping your head as giggles pour out. One of your favourite things about your boyfriend, is that he always finds a way to make you giggle like a school girl after having just pounded into you like a madman mere minutes ago- it was somewhat endearing to him.
"Yeah? for what would you use it bub?" you smirk slightly as you pull on your shorts before snapping a picture so you could dump the pillowcase into the washing machine.
He scoffs. "Uh, to help me jerk off later? I still have another two weeks without my baby."
A heavy sigh leaves your chest as you toss the case into the washer, a frown forming on your lips. "Don't remind me please."
"Don't worry hum, becuase as soon as i get back I'll starp you to my thigs, and you'll me get ride me and feel me all night long..."
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a/n: WOAHHHH lets take a step back for a moment.
this is by far the longest thing ive written, i think im gonna have to take a break from writing smuts cuz damnnnnn
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Btw, if I see a single ONE of y'all giving Coups hate about his exemption due to his (EXTREMELY SERIOUS) injury, calling him a "coward", or ANYTHING of that sort, you WILL be blocked by me and I WILL be telling everyone I know to block you as well.
This is a PROMISE.
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REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
Hello everyone, js wanted to come on here and say that my request box is open!!
Please feel free to shoot me a message about what u would like me to write
Just to reiterate a few things that i will not accept in requests
none of the hybrid stuff (e.g hybridcat!reader x "someone")
no rape, no weird age gap, no pedophilia yk stuff like that
no angst (i personally hate them so much omg 😭)
No memberxmember
I write mostly for boy groups because i js do...
SEND IN REQUESTS AND ILL GET BACK ASAP!
THANK YOU<3
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back2u
a/n; i like putting cute gifs and then writing abt sex like it's quite funny.
Smut, unprotected sex, pet names (love, baby, ,Princess)
description: you haven't seen Mark in the last 4 months, you were missing his smell, his touch, his presence, all of him.
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"I've missed you so so much" you told him, mark kicked the door shut with his foot, he then walked towards you; gently positioning you on the bed.
"I've missed you too baby" he said as he continued to kiss you, a soft breath escaped your lips as he dragged his lips away from yours.
His lips moved from the corner of your mouth down to your neck and collarbone. His cold fingers went underneath your his shirt to grasp your waist. You pulled the hem of his shirt, lifting it up quickly. The room was dark but Mark swore he could see everything in complete detail.
Suddenly, you felt his fingers tightened around your waist and pull you closer.
He kept kissing your body with wet kisses and then back to passionately kissing your lips. He put his thumbs inside the waistband of your shorts and slowly pulled them down along with your underwear.
Mark kissed your body upwards starting from your stomach to the side of your neck, all while he was taking off his pants and boxers. You hands immediately start stoking him, massaging your way around his slick tip, Mark cusses out.
He drops his head down as if trying to see through the dark room, wanting to see your pretty hands wrapped around his cock.
Mark grinds up against your palm, hips rocking forward. He pushes you to lie down on the bed as you wrap your legs around his hips. "Gonna let me fuck you princess?" Mark asks, his voice a little breathless.
"Fuck yes Mark!" Seeing you as a writhing mess beneath him wasn't something he's ever gonna get out of his head. His lips found your neck again slowly and your breath hitched in your throat. He felt much bigger than last time, or maybe its just been a long time since you felt him.
Mark moans as flips you over, now lying on your stomach. "Mhmm i missed your ass as much as i missed you." He grabbed your ass and massaged it while getting into position. "Mark please fuck me" you moved yourself a little closer to his cock as you were very impatient.
"Ready baby?" Mark asked to get your approval, "fuck yes" you moaned out as he slowly entered you. His cock not even half way in and and you clench around him huffing out loudly.
"Why... why are you so big? oh... oh my god." You couldn't even talk properly, as he pushed himself into you. "I just think it's been a long time baby" he just chuckles, he pulls half of his cock out of your throbbing pussy which is trying to swallow him back in. "fuckk mark you feel so good."
He thrusts back into you, your eyes rolling almost to the back of your head. "mmm you feel... good too baby." Mark sounded a little breathless as he thrusted into you faster and faster eachtime.
Though he can't really see how fucked out you look right now, he can feel your body starting to shake. "You gonna cum baby?" you raised your head a little bit from the bed to answer him, "mmm yea." Mark grabbed your waist and pounded into you more.
"Cum with me baby." He moans out loud as he feels your pussy clenching around him even more. You both finally reached your climax huffing and panting. Mark holds onto the side of your waist, slowing down his pace. He pulls out and gently flips you over so you can lie down on your back.
"You okay baby?" he asked as soon as you stopped shaking from the climax. "i think that's lowkey the best one we've had so far markie." He chuckles at your response "You really think that? then we should be apart more." You turn your head as soon as those words left his lips.
"fuck you no, we are NOT going to be apart anymore, this was already hell." Mark laughs and hugs you from the side as he kisses your shoulder. "Yes Ma'am, I will always be with you and come back2u"
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a/n: woahhhhhhh that was crazy, ngl this was in my drafts for months, weeks, days but its out of prison 🤩
so sorry if there were spelling mistakes, i wrote this with only 3 hours of sleep, bare with me 😭
hope u like it!
#mark lee#nct smut#mark smut#nct 127#nct#nct dream smut#mark lee x reader#nct 127 x reader#mark lee imagines#nct dream x reader#mark imagines#lee mark
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I JUST SPOKE TO THE MOST AMAZING MAN, HE WAS SO NICE AND SO SWEET AND WE TALKED FOR A GOOD FUCKING 40MINS HOLY FUCK, I DIDNT HAVE A VALENTINE AND WAS EXPLAINING TO HIM HOW IM HOME ALONE RIGHT NOW WHILE MY ROOMATE IS OUT ON A DATE WITH HER BF FOR VALENTINES AND THIS GUY WHO I JUST FUCKING MET SAID "ok so wanna be my valentine?" FUCK YOU YES I WANT TO AND HES IN THE MARINE AND HES SO HOT CUTE I JS UGH AND THEN I WAS JUST SO HAPPY AND GIDDY AND ALL THAT AND UGH. this was online. ONLINE. and hes so far away. and he was js really cute 😭. i technically got asked to be someone valentine HOLY FUCK I GOT A VALENTINE GUYS.
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can you write make up sex for jaehyun🙏🏼🫣
kiss me again.
pairing: boyf!jaehyun x reader
content warning: 18+ make up sex, multiple orgasms, slight dom!jaehyun, table sex, oral sex, mdni.
a/n: thank you for sending in your request! i hope this meets your expectations. enjoy reading! now moving on to work another piece, stay tuned ♡
you held onto the dining table tightly while jaehyun thrust forcefully from behind.
you let out long, strained moans. everything felt like a blur. it was happening so quickly it felt like watching a fast-forwarded movie in your mind, leaving you breathless and consumed by sensation.
earlier today, what started as a small disagreement between you and jaehyun snowballed into a heated argument. neither of you were willing to back down, leading to raised voices and a tense atmosphere.
fuming with anger, you stormed out, slammed the door, and drove to work. instead of getting things done, you spent the day stewing over your anger instead of concentrating on your work.
throughout the day, your mind kept replaying the argument with jaehyun, each moment fueling your frustration further. despite attempts to focus on work tasks, your thoughts kept drifting back to the disagreement, making it nearly impossible to concentrate. the hours dragged on, and by the time you left the office, the anger hadn't subsided.
as you drove home, the tension lingered, weighing heavily on your shoulders. each passing mile seemed to magnify the unresolved issues between you and jaehyun. you pulled into the driveway in a rush, the tires screeching as you parked the car; your anger often translated into reckless driving.
when you finally entered your home, the sight of jaehyun standing there caught you off guard, intensifying the already simmering emotions within you.
his presence was unexpected, and his attire, or lack thereof, only added to the confusion. dressed in nothing but a brief, jaehyun stood before you. you struggled to read his expression as you processed his sudden appearance. it was clear that the unresolved conflict from earlier in the day had followed you, and now, face to face with jaehyun, you knew it was time to confront the issue head-on.
you were just about to give jaehyun a piece of your mind for surprising you, but before you could react, he pushed you back against the door with a loud thud.
his lips crashed onto yours in a rough, passionate kiss, full of urgency. his actions were forceful as he reached under your skirt, ripping off your panties and tossing them aside.
with your wrists pinned above your head, he continued his advances, his thumb applying pressure to your clit, eliciting a pleasurable cry from you.
jaehyun buried his face in your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “you drive me crazy,” he muttered against your skin, his lips trailing kisses along your neck as his thumb circled your clit.
moaning softly, you could barely find the words to respond. “jaehyun, please . . .”
he sucked on a sensitive spot, causing you to gasp. “please what?” he teased, his voice husky.
“please don't stop,” you pleaded, your hands clutching at his shoulders.
he grinned against your skin before redoubling his efforts, his lips and tongue working in tandem with his skilled fingers. moments later, you cried out his name as pleasure washed over you.
as you caught your breath, he sank to his knees in front of you, his gaze burning with longing, “wanna taste you,” he breathed out, his fingers tracing the edge of your skirt before lifting it gently. without hesitation, he buried his face between your legs, eager to fulfil his promise.
you gasped and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. jaehyun thrust two fingers inside you, expertly finding that spot that drove you wild. as he skillfully stimulated you, your moans grew louder.
soon, another wave of pleasure washed over you, leaving you trembling and weak-kneed. you leaned against him for support, your legs feeling like jelly.
jaehyun withdrew his fingers and lifted you effortlessly, carrying you over his shoulder. he gently placed you beside the dining table.
with care, he helped you step out of your skirt and discarded his own underwear, revealing his erection. as he removed your blouse and tossed it aside, you began to come back to your senses, remembering your lingering anger towards him. you instinctively placed a hand on his chest, hesitating.
“jaehyun, wait- just wait, please,” you pleaded.
“no, i’m not done with you,” he insisted, turning you around and bending you over the table.
and that's how you found yourself in your current situation, with jaehyun thrusting into you so intensely that all you could focus on was the overwhelming pleasure of his large cock filling you.
the table's edge pressed into your stomach as jaehyun’s hips collided with your backside. though it was uncomfortable, with your third orgasm looming, you couldn't muster the energy to move.
not that he would have allowed it, anyway. his grip on your hip was firm, and his other hand held you in place just below your neck. but you didn't mind; you were exactly where you wanted to be.
jaehyun’s thrust quickened, you couldn’t help but moan loudly, your nails desperately trying to cling to the table’s surface.
“oh my— shit, jaehyun!” you cried out.
“yeah, that’s it, baby. take it all,” jaehyun urged through gritted teeth. “do you like that, babe? do you like the way my cock feels inside you?”
“f—fuck y—yes, feels amazing, i love it.”
“show me how much you’re loving this,” he said, thrusting forcefully enough to leave marks.
“a–ah j-jaehyun–”
“fucking come on my cock. now.” jaehyun exclaimed, giving your ass a firm smack. the smack coincided with his cock hitting your sweet spot, sending you into a screaming climax.
jaehyun’s pace faltered, and his breaths became quicker. when you relaxed a bit, he slowly pulled out, rolled you onto your back, and helped you sit up on the edge of the table.
noticing the mark on your stomach from the table's edge, jaehyun bent down to kiss it softly.
just as you were going to question why he hadn't come, he suddenly gripped your hips and resumed thrusting.
you couldn't believe you were ready for more. then, he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist while keeping himself inside you.
it felt amazing, and you didn't want to disrupt whatever he had planned.
jaehyun led you to the stairs, showering you with kisses along the way. carrying you up, each movement made you bounce on his shaft, sending a wave of pleasure through you. he groaned as your walls tightened around him. you began to wonder how he hadn't came yet, amazed by his self-control.
he paused at the staircase, just a few steps away from your shared room, catching his breath. leaning against the wall, he held you close, his breath tickling your neck. after a moment, he guided you both to the bedroom.
in the bedroom, jaehyun carefully lowered you onto the bed and positioned himself between your legs. lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder, before reentering you with hard thrust.
jaehyun then focused his attention on your breasts, gently cupping them and teasing your nipples. your moans grew louder as you urged him him to increase his pace. as his thrusts intensified, so did his teasing, edging you closer to climax.
“i’m getting close . . .” you moaned. “come with me.”
he nodded, quickening his pace. gripping your nipples firmly, you both gasped for breath, exchanging heated kisses.
shortly after, you came for the fifth time, moaning jaehyun’s name as he reached his peak with two final thrusts, filling you with his release. collapsing on top of you, he sighed with relief.
as jaehyun regained his breath, he peppered your face and neck with kisses, staying close to you.
“i am really sorry about earlier, baby,” he said sincerely. “i know i’ve been away a lot, and the last thing i want is to fight with you when i’m finally home. it’s all on me. i’m truly sorry.”
“i guess i forgive you,” you responded, your mind drifting back to the morning’s argument.
“do you . . . do you really forgive me?” jaehyun asked, sounding concerned.
“yeah, i do forgive you,” you assured him. “i just— it’s kind of silly, but do you remember what we were arguing about this morning, jaehyun?”
jaehyun shook his head, unable to answer. “i guess i don’t remember,” he admitted with a smirk.
“well, i guess we’ll just have to find another way to work out our frustrations,” you giggled.
“if it helps you forget why you’re mad, i’ll keep doing it, babe.” jaehyun joked.
“but honey, i gotta say, that was amazing,” you whispered, cupping both jaehyun’s cheeks tenderly.
jaehyun smiled warmly, his eyes filled with love. “i’m glad you enjoyed it,” he murmured softly.
leaning in, you planted the softest kiss on his forehead, then trailed down to his nose and lips. “you’re incredible,” you said, voice filled with love.
jaehyun’s heart swelled with happiness and grinned, “you know, if the smallest argument could lead us to this, i’d argue with you every day,” he admitted.
you rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. “oh, shut up.”
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#THIS IS SOOOO FUCKING CUTE #I THINK THIS IS MY FAVOURITE AWWW
When I Kissed the Teacher
Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader
Genre: fluff, humor
Summary: Mr. Kim has a crush, to his students that much is clear. It's also clear that you like him too. What happens when a group of meddlesome ten year olds decide to play cupid for their two favorite teachers?
Warnings: science teacher mingyu, grammar teacher reader, meddling students, crushes, flirting, lots of candy and coffee
Length: ~5.2k
Note: it's here! thank you to @gyuwoncheol and @gyuswhore for beta reading and to my lovely @tomodachiii for fact checking my knowledge of primary school lol
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Turning from the white board, Mingyu faces the room full of weary children. Mondays are hard. Early mornings are hard. Learning the difference between reptiles and mammals first thing on Monday morning is downright torture. But it’s nothing a little bribery (read: candy) can't fix.
"Alright class, today we're learning about animals! Who remembers what a mammal is?"
Mingyu barely finishes his sentence before a sharp knock interrupts.
“Mr. Kim,” you seethe from the doorway.
Mingyu turns around immediately, eyes wide in fear at your tone. “Yes?”
“Can I speak with you? In the hallway?”
The class of ten year olds “ooooh” as their teacher trails after you like a kicked puppy. If they weren't awake before they sure are now. He shoots a silencing look back before dipping out the door where you wait, foot tapping impatiently.
“Would you like to explain where all my printer paper went?”
Mingyu tries to play dumb. “I don’t know?”
“Oh really?" You blink. "Because I found the box in the workroom and guess what was on the printer? More of your worksheets for your class!”
“How do you know they were for my class?”
You don’t answer, in favor of shoving the animal themed coloring sheets into his chest harshly.
“Listen, anyone could have…” He trails off under your withering glare.
“If you need paper, ask!”
Mingyu burns under the reprimand. “Oh, like you asked to use my paints last month?”
“That was an accident!" you argue, eyes wide. "And I replaced them.”
“Alright, then I’ll replace the paper I took.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
With a curt nod, you turn to leave; unaware of the blushing cheeks and heart eyes following your retreating form. But the gaggle of elementary students waiting for Mingyu's return see them clear as day; their fits of shrill giggles and whispers falling on deaf ears as he shakes off the stars clouding his mind.
Mr. Kim, their goofy science teacher, has a crush. And like children are wont to do, they hatch a scheme to help him out.
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“Alright. Do we remember the difference between fragments and sentences?”
The classroom ripples with tiny voices shouting “yes” with varying degrees of confidence. Their last quiz grades are proof they haven’t quite grasped the subject yet but that’s why you’re planning for an intensive review with them today.
“Awesome! So our warm up today should be a piece of cake. I’ll help with the first one so let's all look at the boa—”
A knock at the door cuts you off. Mingyu stands in the threshold, looking positively mischievous.
“Sorry to interrupt, Ms. y/l/n. But can I speak with you in the hall?”
Forcing a smile, you respond. “Certainly. Class, why don’t you all work with your desk partner on the worksheet and when I come back we’ll go over the answers?”
They break into groups, chattering about everything but the work you’ve assigned; most notably the way Mr. Kim beams as you follow him outside. However, once you’ve crossed beyond the border of the brightly decorated room, twenty pairs of ears strain to hear why Mr. Kim interrupted their morning lesson.
“What's this about?” you ask.
Mingyu smiles, eyes shifting to the floor. “Here's the paper I owed you.”
“You’re kidding.”
Three hefty boxes are stacked next to your door. It’s far more paper than Mingyu used for his color sheets, and more than you’d probably need for the rest of the semester.
“I thought you could use extra since you’re too stingy to share.”
“I’m not stingy!” You scoff.
Mingyu simply flashes another self-satisfied smile before heaving a box into his arms and carrying it into your classroom. He could certainly carry all three boxes at once; anytime there were desks or anything else remotely heavy to be moved, Mingyu did so with ease. But the kids don’t think anything of the way he so obviously drags out the torture.
The kids watch Mr. Kim weave through the maze of tables towards the back of the room.
“Lia, can you open the door for me please?”
The little girl jumps from her desk and bolts for the supply closet, braids bouncy with each step.
“In here okay?” Mingyu asks.
Blinking from your stupor, you turn back to your desk as you answer. “Yeah, it’s…whatever.”
Your class stopped their work to focus on the unfolding drama between their two favorite teachers. They don’t know why you can’t seem to stand their science teacher, and it’s anyone’s guess why Mr. Kim has decided to interrupt their grammar lesson for something so silly. But it’s clear that whenever you two meet an argument is clear to follow. And in the guidebook of elementary school, if you like a girl, you always argue with them.
So enthralled in your silent battle of wits with the peppy man, you miss the two girls plotting in the corner.
Hana turns to her friends with breakneck speed. “Did you see the way Mr. Kim smiled at her?”
“He’s so in love,” Arin sighs dreamily.
“And Miss y/l/n is blushing! We should help them.”
Their whispers are cut off when you clap. “Alright! Back to work!”
Mingyu lingers by the front until you forcibly shoo him away, huffing at the permanent smile stretched across his lips even when the door slams in his face.
“Meet at the tree during recess.”
The two girls nod and return to their worksheets.
A new week comes with new challenges. Today’s is the universe’s determination to make your life as difficult as possible.
Your alarm didn’t go off, your shoddy dryer left you with damp clothes, and your car battery decided a short strike would be a great way to start the freezing morning. There was barely time to wash your face with cold tap water let alone put on makeup or style your hair. To top it all off, the green lunchbox with leftovers from your favorite restaurant sits on the shelf of your fridge which means the crumbled granola bar at the bottom of your purse will finally see the light of day.
Flicking on the lights, you rush to prepare for the day. By the grace of god your first period is planning time so no students witness your near breakdown from the absolute shit storm of the morning. Not much is to be done since you already organized everything you needed Friday afternoon but the tense events of the day leave you feeling off. Not even a cup of coffee with the creamer you reserve for days like these helps the overwhelming unease rippling in the back of your throat.
Your allotted private time washes by and before you know it, a gaggle of students filters into your room, giddy on holiday spirit and sugar. The first five minutes of class are spent reminding them their butts belong in chairs at their own stations, that the warmup is for them to complete on their own, and if they aren’t feeling well enough to do classwork they need to go to the nurse.
Twenty minutes into the lesson and the worksheet for their quiz on Friday finally manages to capture their attention. A few students struggle but most are sailing through. Its the same material as last week just with a new puzzle for them to complete once they have all the correct answers.
“Alright, who can tell me what word fits for number six?” you ask.
The attentiveness you’ve sweated to cultivate all morning dissolves when a volunteer knocks to distribute candy-grams.
“Delivery!” a young woman sings as she enters, dressed in red from head to toe with heart shaped sunglasses and a sparkly headband. Her wicker basket flows with candy bars wrapped with shiny ribbon and cardstock penned with confessions.
The shrill symphony of oohs and ahhs as the kids receive pieces of candy raises the vein on your temple.
“And for Ms. y/l/n!” the young woman sing-songs, heart headband bouncing as she approaches your desk.
The cardstock reads one of the cheesy messages the school provides for the Valentine cards they sell as a yearly fundraiser.
‘I like you a choco-lot! - your secret admirer’
You throw it into a drawer in your desk, oblivious to the crestfallen faces of two little girls watching with rapt attention.
“I don’t think she likes chocolate,” Arin whispers.
“No. Remember during Halloween? She said her favorite candy is Twix. She gave Gabi an extra point on the spelling test when she brought in her halloween candy and gave them to her.”
“Well maybe she’s mad because it wasn’t a Twix!”
“Maybe. But Mr. Kim didn’t react to the note on his desk this morning either,” Hana huffs. “But he was late so maybe he didn’t see it.”
Your second attempt to put class back on track falls flat. Instead of group review, kids come up to your desk one by one to check their answers while you nurse your headache until the bell dismisses everyone to their next destination. Another crop of students flood the seats, emotions running high from who did and didn’t receive candy in their last class. Two students end up arguing about who knows what and then proceed to break into frustrated tears.
You bite your tongue to stop from doing the same and put on one of the movies you reserve for days like these.
When Mingyu walks into your room after school ends and all the kids are dismissed for pick up, you give him a look that sends him turning around and exiting the way he came without a word.
Tuesday brings a better attitude. Mostly because you get to take all of your class to the library for silent reading. But the homemade stirfry sitting in your lunch box in the teacher’s lounge helps too.
Your second period kids spread out through the room, some sprawled across the worn rugs on their bellies while others curl up in the much coveted bean bags; a few choose to hide between the imposing bookshelves, crowded on all sides by the smell of old paper.
With an overly sweetened latte sitting in one hand, and a new novel in the other, you perch at the long table near the librarian's desk to ‘supervise.’
“How did you manage to get a copy of The Gate? I couldn’t even get the pre-order before it sold out.” Elise, the librarian, asks.
You smile into your coffee cup before responding. “Eh, I know a guy.”
“You do? I thought you didn’t date?”
“I don’t.” You nod. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t have connections.”
“Well whoever your ‘connection’ is, send them my way when you're done with him.”
You pretend to ponder before answering, “I’ll think about it.”
Snapping your book shut, you rise to gather the kids to return back to class. It takes several minutes as a few refuse to join the line until their current chapter is finished and Kai pulls out the puppy dog eyes, begging to stay all day to finish his book.
You corral them out the door with promises of more reading time on Friday if they behave well the rest of the week. Some roll their eyes but most nod enthusiastically at the opportunity to skip on their weekly quiz.
Unlocking the door, you unpack your things and find a basket of Valentine’s on your desk to be passed out. Almost all the kids receive at least one, some find two or even three heart shaped sugar cookies on their desk. Your heart squeezes when some of the students decide to divy up their cookies and gift them to the students who didn’t receive a note.
The last cookie at the bottom of the basket has a note with your name on it and a message in the same swirly script as yesterday’s.
We go together like milk and cookies. - your secret admirer
As far as cheesy Valentine’s go, you’ve seen worse. But free snacks are free snacks and the confection tastes great dipped in your coffee.
Your fourth period class focuses on their worksheets, silently deciphering the reading and ticking of questions. You promised whatever group finished first with the most right answers gets a special Valentine treat; full sized candies and extra credit on Friday.
Whatever it takes to keep them focused while you work through grading everything for your other classes.
You don’t notice the man waiting at the door until one of your kids greet their science teacher; a ripple of tiny ‘Hi, Mr. Kim!’s following.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Mingyu announces from the door. “But, ugh, the volunteer accidentally gave me this.”
“Oh! Thanks Min—Mr. Kim.”
You take the can of orange soda from his hand and skim the note.
I have a ‘crush’ on you. - your secret admirer
None of the students can read the note from their seats but you and Mr. Kim look equally bashful.
“What are you guys working on? Mingyu asks, hoping to diffuse the tension.
A cacophony of voice race to explain their assignment. Mingyu pretends to understand, smiling at their enthusiasm and grabbing a worksheet for himself.
He plants himself in one of the tiny plastic chairs next to your desk meant for ten year olds rather than a grown man of his size. It’s comical the way his knees brush his chest and any small move across the slippery seat threatens to land him on the floor.
Reviewing the sheet, Mingyu announces, “Alright, how about if you guys finish your work before me, we can have a pizza party in my class on Friday?”
More screams bounce off the walls.
“You guys can’t finish if you’re talking to Mr. Kim,” you remind them.
The room descends into a cozy calm; the sound of pencils on paper, your keyboard clicks, and the soft jazz from the computer speakers blending together.
You don’t look up to grab the answer key from the corner of the desk, Mingyu huffing from his seat at being caught.
“No cheating,” you smirk under your breath.
“Creative strategy,” he argues.
Instead of answering you shake your head and continue to focus on your own tasks.
Ten minutes and twenty emails later, two groups of students rise and approach your desk at the same time.
“We finished first!”
“No, we did!”
“Guys,” you interrupt them. “I’ll grade them both and whoever has more right wins. Besides, Mr. Kim owes you a pizza party anyway.”
The entire class cheers at the news while Mingyu playfully pouts. Maybe if he hadn’t given up on his worksheet to snoop through the basket full of snacks on your bookshelf, he wouldn’t be eating his own words.
The second group of students to approach your desk ends up victorious. You mark down their candy orders to pick up on your weekly grocery shopping trip on Thursday night before sending them to back up their belongings so you can all head to the cafeteria.
“What’d you bring for lunch?” Mingyu asks as he walks with you to the teachers lounge to retrieve your lunch boxes.
“Pasta salad.”
“Wanna trade?”
“What’d you bring?” you ask, handing him the black grocery bag you know carries his lunch.
“Pasta salad.”
You roll your eyes and kick the fridge shut.
—
After lunch you have another free period. The printing room is empty so you take advantage and make enough copies for the rest of the week. Perhaps Mingyu wasn’t wrong to bring you three boxes of paper.
Lugging the stack in hand, you turn down that hall only to find a familiar face standing guard outside your classroom.
“Arin? Why are you in the hallway? You should be in class.”
“I was just…going to the bathroom!”
“Really? Because there's a bathroom right outside Mrs. Lee’s classroom if I remember correctly.”
“It was gross!”
Considering Mrs. Lee’s classroom sits on the main hallway and intersects with two other grades, it probably looked more akin to a battlefield than a restroom at this time of day.
“Okay…but hurry back. And I’m gonna let Mrs. Lee know what took you so long so she isn’t worried.”
You side step around her but she moves right into your path. And then again. And again.
“Arin, what are you doing?”
“Sorry, Ms. y/l/n. I don’t feel good. Can you walk me to the nurse?”
Crouching to her height, you rest the back of your hand against her forehead. Arin never admits she doesn’t feel well even when she’s tinged green and hacking up a lung. It’s the perfect admission to keep you from peering past the threshold of your classroom and blowing the entire operation.
Until a loud crash and high pitched scream breaks the silence of the hallway.
You jump back up.“What the—”
“Wait!” Arin shouts, throwing her arms and legs wide to block your path like a three foot tall ‘X’.
“Arin, what is going on?”
“Mr. Kim said animals make themselves bigger to be scarier,” Arin says, tiny face scowling.
“And why are you trying to scare me?”
Another bang echoes out the classroom forcing you to pick the little girl up by her armpits and carry her inside with you. She slips from your hold as you stare with a wide mouth at the scene. A desk is pulled up to the board allowing Hana to balance atop it as she scribbles across the chalkboard.
Wil you be my Valintin? - Mr. K
“Hana! What are you doing?”
“Arin!” Hana huffs indignantly.
Arin opens her mouth to respond but the look on your face silences both girls. You help Hana down from the desktop before crossing your arms in front of you and taking a deep breath.
“Sit. Now.”
They trudge to the seats next to your desk; heads hung low, tears brimming in their eyes. Neither has been on the receiving end of such a reprimand before; they’re usually your best behaved students.
You allow them to stew in silence as you right the two chairs Hana knocked over. She doesn’t look injured which is a relief but your nerves are shot from the perplexing situation. Hana and Arin can be troublemakers but they’ve never done anything like this before.
Once you're certain the urge to yell at them is quelled you approach your desk and take a seat. You watch them expectantly. Arin chances a glance up and swiftly looks back to her lap while Hana focuses on the picture at the edge of your desk, blinking away tears.
“Girls,” you sigh. “What were you doing in here?”
“Ms. y/l/n,” Arin blubbers.
Presenting the tissue box, you wait several moments while they both dab their eyes and blow their noses before speaking again.
“We just thought…” Hana starts, glancing at the other girl.
“Thought what?”
“Mr. Kim’s in love with you and we wanted to help!”
“I see.” You nod. “Did Mr. Kim tell you that?”
They look at each other before shaking their heads ‘no.’
Your temple throbs from the situation. A measured breath through your nose sends the girls into a frenzy.
“We can tell!”
“You’re perfect for eachother!”
“And did Mr. Kim ask you to sneak into my classroom while I wasn’t here?”
“No ma’am,” they mumble in unison.
It dawns on you that the two girls have been behind all the gifts you’ve received this week.“Are you two behind all the Valentine’s I’ve gotten?”
“We were just trying to help!” cries Arin.
Moving to crouch in front of them, you wait until they both look up at you.
“It’s very sweet what you were trying to do and I’m sorry I yelled at you. But you can’t sneak out of class. What if something happened and you got hurt climbing the table?”
“I’m sorry,.” Hana says.
“Me too.”
You pass them more tissues to wipe their noses.
“How about we get you two back to class?”
“But what about Mr. Kim?”
“Yeah! He needs to know how you feel.”
“That’s between Mr. Kim and I. Understand? Those are grown up things.”
The repulsion painting their faces forces you to bite back a snort. Instead you offer your hands, pinkies extended towards them both.
“How ‘bout this? I promise to talk to Mr. Kim if you two promise no more meddling. Okay?”
All three of you share a smile as you intertwine their pinkies with your own.
“Now,” you say whilst jumping to your feet. “You are supposed to be in Mrs. Lee’s class. And you are supposed to be at the library.”
Escorting them both back to where they belong, they can’t help but giggle when you pass Mr. Kim’s room and he waves. The question is clear on his face but you shrug your shoulders.
You’ll explain everything later.
You smile knowingly at the corner of the classroom where two little cupids sit as the volunteer brings you a lollipop with a note reading ‘I’m a sucker for you.’
Part of you feels guilty they pooled their own money together to supply you and the teacher next door with treats all week in an effort to play matchmaker. But another part can’t help but laugh. And when you get the chance to tell Mingyu what they’ve planned you’ll no doubt laugh harder.
But because the universe somehow knows you lied to your students the day prior you find your reckoning in the cafeteria.
It was Mingyu’s fault. Or at least that’s what you argue. You barely made it three steps inside the room before the large man bulldozes you; sending his lunch and your own down your fronts in a palette of greens and browns.
His eyes widen in horror as a slice of tomato peels off your shirt and flops to the floor. “I am so sorry!”
“Seriously?” you choke.
The entire school watches with baited breath. Students and teachers alike watch with abject horror as you skirt around the taller man and flee with shaking shoulders and your chin dipped into your chest. Mingyu gapes like a fish as you run by, frozen in place. As hundreds of eyes settle on him, he realizes they all saw how he drenched you in salad and coffee.
Mrs. Lee dismisses him with a nod, silently agreeing to watch his class so he can trapeze out to his car and find something suitable to wear.
—
Mingyu watches the game of kickball unfold across the field, keeping an eye on the rowdier students as they pick teams. But even from a distance he recognizes one face is notably absent.
He finds Kai slumped on a bench at the far corner of the playground using a stick to draw lines in the dirt at his feet.
“Hey, buddy. You feeling okay?” Mingyu asks.
Kai never misses a game of kickball. Even when his arm was in a cast at the beginning of the year, he insisted he only needed one good arm to play defense and neither to play offense. Kai’s mom simply laughed at Mingyu’s concerned email and said her son was exactly like his dad and there was no stopping him if he was set on something.
So to have the little curly haired boy isolated on the far edge of the field is serious cause for concern.
Kai looks up briefly at Mingyu’s approach before returning to his mud art. “Mr. Kim, have you ever liked someone?”
“Liked someone?” Mingyu drops onto the bench next to him.
“Like,” the little boy inhales trying to explain himself. “Like a girl?”
Mingyu snuffs out his chuckle at Kai’s innocent question. “Yeah, why do you ask? Do you like a girl?”
“I–My friend does!”
“Okay,” Mingyu nods.
“And he doesn’t know how to tell her.”
“Well that's tough.”
“How’d you tell the girl you liked?”
“Well,” Mingyu drops to a whisper. “Once upon a time, I had a crush on this girl. And she was the prettiest girl I ever saw. Smart and funny too.”
“Did she run fast?”
The question confuses Mingyu at first but then he remembers he’s talking to a ten year old and the rules of attraction hinge on who gets the swing the highest and jumps off.
“She ran really fast,” he nods. “And she made me so nervous I couldn’t talk to her. My palms got all sweaty and my face turned red.”
“That happens to m—I mean my friend!”
“And it feels like there's a bunch of frogs jumping around your stomach?”
“Yeah,” Kai nods. “So how’d you tell her?”
“Well one day, I finally decided to introduce myself. Walked right up to her, opened my mouth and…poof.”
“Poof?”
“Poof.” Mingyu hangs his head. “I forgot everything I was gonna say to her.”
“What happened after that?”
“She waited a few minutes and then said ‘okay, I’ll meet you at 6:30 for dinner.’”
“She knew you liked her?”
Mingyu nods gravely before imparting his most sage wisdom. “Girls are very smart, Kai.”
“So I should try and tell her I like her?”
“Your friend should at least try,” Mingyu shrugs.
Kai blushes, having been clearly caught. “But what if she doesn’t like him back?”
“That’s okay. It just wasn’t meant to be.”
“Thanks, Mr. Kim. You’re the best!”
“You’re welcome, buddy.” Mingyu gives him a fist bump before shooing him back towards his friends. “Now go play kickball, the boys need your help.”
Kai runs off but a new presence fills the vacant seat on the bench.
“I thought we agreed to keep our romantic life a secret at work.”
Mingyu smiles sheepishly before turning to look at you. “Oh, you heard that?”
“Yeah, I heard,” you smile. “They already think you have a crush on me.”
“Smart kids.” He says, enjoying the way the worn sage button up swallows your figure.
Mingyu loves when you wear his clothes, he told you this morning when you stole his favorite jacket. Which is why you both took almost twenty minutes to gain your composure after he spilled an entire tray of food on you.
Mingyu swears he didn’t do it on purpose. How could he have known you were coming through the door at that very moment? But he’d do it again if it meant seeing you in one of the spare shirts he keeps in the truck again. Even if it meant he’d also sustain minor coffee burns.
“They think I have a crush on you too.”
You watch the way he traces your collar bone, catching the twinkle of the diamond pendant resting at the hollow of your throat; his birthstone. It was the first piece of jewelry he bought you when you started dating almost a decade ago.
You hadn’t taken it off since the day he gave it to you with shaky hands and red ears.
“Do you?” He asks.
“Do I, what?”
“Have a crush on me?”
“Oh Gyu,” you coo at him. “I have the fattest crush on you.”
“Damn right you do.”
Sitting outside with an entire audience of other teachers and students doesn’t allow either of you to fall into the familiar comfort of adorning kisses or airtight hugs. But Mingyu’s pinky brushing yours in the ample space between your figures is enough for now.
Friday is Valentine’s day which means all the kids don red and pink outfits and prepare for a day of candy filled fun. You spent all morning helping the art teacher set up paint stations. Why she cashed in on the long owed favor with such a simple task was beyond you but the monotony is a nice change from the chaos you’ve experienced all week. When second period rolls around, you shuffle back to your classroom; welcomed by the line of students waiting outside your locked door.
“I swear! I saw Mr. Kim and Ms. y/l/n at the grocery store last night.”
“Hana, Ms. y/l/n said its grown up business. Maybe you just saw people that look like them,” Arin shrugs. “And I don’t wanna get in trouble again.”
“It had to be them!”
They quiet down as they walk past your figure, smiling like cherubs when you greet them.
Students file in one by one, shrill voices echoing from excitement. Most cheer about their pizza party with Mr. Kim later that afternoon, a few squeals about the set of Valentine’s their parents sent with them to handout.
Your ears catch a few other snippets of conversation as you wait for the stragglers to make it by.
“Oh my gosh those are so pretty!”
“Those look like the flowers my mommy likes!”
Curiosity gets the better of you, forcing you to step into the room and see what the kids are talking about.
An explosion of pink camellias resting on your desk. Huge blossoms with pale pink petals spill over the sides of the vase, slips of greenery sprinkled throughout. Approaching your desk, the floral aroma fills your nose. The blooms feel like soft velvet under the pad of your finger tracing the largest one in the center of the arrangement.
Who on earth?
As if on cue a mop of black hair peaks in from the hall. Mingyu eyes the bouquet and the pleased look on your face before allowing his own to break into his infamous smile.
“Just wanted to make sure they got here safe,” he calls.
You whip your head up, eyes wide and mouth open at the can of worms he just spilled.
“What?” Mingyu asks innocently. “Can’t a man buy his fiancee flowers?”
He disappears with a wink but his laughter at the chaos he’s stirred up can be heard miles away.
“MISS Y/L/N YOU’RE MARRIED?” Mark screams.
Another shrill voice answers, “Fiancee means they’re almost married, idiot!”
“You lied to us!” Arin and Hana chorus.
Dropping into your chair, you hide your burning face in your hands. Coincidentally it also hides your shy grin from the hoard of ten year olds jumping in their seats at the news.Mingyu is in so much trouble.
A few weeks before the new school year starts, a group of nearly eleven year olds crowd into the pews of the massive church at the center of town. Stained glass reflects patterns over the marble floors, casting them in a rainbow of colors.
Some sit on their hands to calm the adrenaline pumping through their tiny veins. Others rock back and forth in an effort to watch Mr. Kim strut down the aisle in a fancy looking suit.
But all of them gasp when you turn the corner.
You look like a real life princess in your wedding dress, floating towards their science teacher waiting at the altar with tears and a smile matching your own.
When you and Mr. Kim kiss, the girls squeal and the boys blush.
Several rows ahead sits a small group of older students, who’ve long graduated elementary school and are headed to college in a few days. They exchange satisfied smiles and pat themselves on the back for getting their favorite fourth grade teachers together all those years ago.
Maybe now your new classes won’t try playing Cupid like they do every year given Mr. Kim finally married their favorite teacher.
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i fucking love scoups .
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
i miss him
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Sweet Distractions
a/n: its a bit short but here you go 💖 UGH HES SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE I JS WANNA PUT HIM IN MY POCKET UGH
requested by: theyfw-isla
inspiration from: https://www.tumblr.com/gyeomspace/638446403226566656/pov-youre-facetiming-soobin-after-schoolwhile?source=share
fluff <3
After a busy day at school, you found yourself cozied up in your room, ready to tackle your homework to get it done and over with. Just as you were about to start, your phone buzzed with a Facetime call from your boyfriend Soobin which btw you saved him as "Soobaby."
"Hey, love! How was your day?" Soobin's warm smile greeted you through the screen.
"Hey, binnie! It was the usual, just a bit exhausting. How about yours?" you replied, feeling a wave of comfort at the sight of him.
Soobin's eyes twinkled as he leaned closer to the camera. "It was alright, but its great after I've seen your face. Anyways baby I need your help with something. Mind if we study together?"
"Of course not! I'd love to help you," you said, your heart fluttering even though you've done this many times.
As you both settled into your study session, you quickly realized that helping Soobin with his homework wasn't as straightforward as you had hoped. He kept getting distracted, asking you about your day, sharing funny anecdotes, and occasionally flashing you that adorable smile that made your heart skip a beat.
"Babe, focus, please! We need to finish this assignment," you scolded gently, trying to suppress a smile. But you really HAD to get it done.
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "I know, I know, but I can't resist talking to you. You're too interesting," he confessed, his eyes filled with affection.
As you tried to redirect him back to the task at hand, Soobin decided to playfully act cute. He pouted, giving you those irresistible puppy eyes. "Can't we take a little break, just for a minute? We've been studying for ages, my head's gonna explode at this point" he pleaded.
You couldn't resist the charm, and you found yourself laughing. "Okay, BUT just a minute, but then we have to get back to work. "
Soobin seized the opportunity, making funny faces and goofy noises, doing everything in his power to make you smile. "You're the best, you know that?" he grinned.
With a surprised face you smiled at him, "I do know that, considering that YOUR the one asking ME for help."
Soobin beamed, happy to have your attention. "Now, let's finish this together, my amazing study buddy," he said, finally refocusing on the task, with your help.
Even though the study session was filled with distractions, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the sweet moments shared with Soobin. Facetiming with him was never about getting work done, it was these moments that you loved spending talking to him.
#choi soobin x reader#Choi Soobin#TXT imagines#txt fluff#fluff#txt scenarios#txt x reader#soobin fluff#soobin x reader#soobin#soobin scenarios
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bro this is so cute
Poolside Kisses | K.MG
Pairing: Mingyu x FemReader
Wc: 592
Genre: Fluff
Warning: Kissing // Shirtless Mingyu (yes this needs a warning) // use of pet names (baby, darling)
Summary: What better way to unwind than a relaxing evening by the pool.
“Mingyu don't you dare, I will go back up to the room.” You narrowed your eyes at the man who was more than prepared to splash water at you. He gave a small pout as you shifted your eyes back to the book in your hands.
“But baby…….” His whining brought your attention back to him and he huffed. “It's not fun if you're not in the water with me.”
“Gyu, I just got my hair done. Last thing I want to do is to fuck it up before I even step out.” The two of you are supposed to accompany Joshua to his fragrance reveal and you had your entire outfit planned out to the shoes. Having to have your hair redone will just have you in a pinch for time.
“I'll pay for you to get it done again. Just get it with me.” You rolled your eyes as you sat the book on the chair.
“I'll stick my feet in. That's it.” You told him as you sat along the side of the pool, submerging your feet and legs in the water. The cold sensation did feel good on your skin as you've been sitting in the sun for a bit. You leaned your head back to bask in the feeling, not even noticing the eyes that were glued to you. He sat in awe at the way the sun bounced off your skin giving you the glow that made you look like a goddess. His goddess. His mind went blank of everything else as he swam towards you. You felt him before you saw him as Mingyu started rubbing your thighs with his wet hands causing you to shiver.
“If you get in, the water wouldn't be cold.” He mumbled as he peppered kisses down your warm chest.
“You just want to see me get wet.” You sighed as his kisses became feverish.
“In more ways than one darling.” He smirked as he gave a harsh suck to the top of your breast. Yet another mark you'd have to hide or else you'd never hear the end of it. The boys complain about how Mingyu turns into a horny mess when you're around.
“Have I told you how pretty you are?” His eyes flickered from your eyes to your puffy lips as you giggled at the sudden complement. That was the sound Mingyu cherished more than anything. To hear you laugh meant he was doing something right for once. “You tell me all the time Gyu.”
“Well it wouldn't hurt to tell you again.” He leaned up to kiss you while moving between your legs to hold onto you. You sighed into the kiss giving him enough time to slip his tongue past your lips, his grip around you tightening. You suddenly squealed against his lips when your lower body slowly became submerged into the cold water. When did he even pick you up off the edge? You were so lost in bliss you didn't even realize he was moving you.
“KIM MINGYU!” He let out a loud laugh as he spun in circles with you in his arms. “You little shit!”
“I'll pay for your hair. I promise.” He pecked your lips one time. “Every dollar.” Then another. “I’ll pay for anything you want.” Then another. You finally gave in and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he leaned down, fully submerging the two of you underwater. Your lips stayed on his as the world around you faded away till it was just you and him.
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Morning cuddles
hes such a cutie i js wanna put him in my pocket 🥺🥺
Wonwoo fluff, short
A teeny bit suggestive
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"Yes, that sounds great, okay see you guys next week."
You ended the online meeting and closed your laptop. You eyelids automatically closing down as you stretch and yawn out loud, still clearly tired.
These meetings are killing me, why do the have to be so early in the morning??
Just as you were about to stand up, you felt someone wrap their arms around you. You giggled and turned around to see a topless Wonwoo, who was clearly ready to go back to sleep with you in his arms.
"Hi", you whispered towards him.
"We're going back to bed." which came out more like a statement from Wonwoo
He walked closer to you, moved your chair away from the desk as picked you up from it single handedly.
"Heyyy!" you shouted, and slightly punching his broad shoulders as he threw you over them. He brought you back to your shared bed, before face planting himself next to you. "When did you wake up?" you asked, looking over at him.
"two minutes ago," Wonwoo replied. "Its still so early," he said and grabbed one of the pillows. "C'mere," he pulled you closer.
You scooted over and laid down next to him. He wrapped his arm around you, as you hugged him back, putting your head into the crook of his neck. You grabbed the duvet from your side and threw it over onto both your bodies.
"Tired?" you softly asked him.
"Yeah, we've been rehearsing a lot," he sighed out, "but once the concerts are done, we'll be free for awhile."
"Any plans?" you questioned as you looked up at Wonwoo.
"Hmm, probably meet my parents and then spend all my time with you, cooking together, going on dates, making out with you and having se-" you put your hand on top of his mouth to stop him from speaking. "Okay okay i get it, that sounds nice though." you replied to him as you removed your hands off of Wonwoo.
Wonwoo moved his hands from your waist to your ass in a swift motion, as you lazily reached over to check the time on his phone. "Do you need to go back to work?" Wonwoo asked you.
"I can spare half an hour," you said as you glide your hands from his arms to his bare chest. "You can too, you don't need to leave for an hour." you said as you looked at him.
"I love days like this." he commented, "but i like it more if we had the whole day." he leaned down to kiss your lips, as he pulled you closer to his warm body.
"Wonwoo..." you weren't sure what he was up to early in the morning.
"you said you have half an hour to spare right? let's use it wisely then.." His hands slid back to your waist as he put his hands underneath your shirt. His hands almost melting from how warm you body is.
Het got on top of you, and heavily started to make out with you. He started kissing your cheeks, nose and then down to your jawline.
"is this your wise way of using my spare time?" you giggled as you looked at his messy hair. "well then why don't you suggest something better?" wonwoo smirked back as he looked at you. "nothing." was all you could say. "Thats what i thought." he continued to kiss you all over body and very much intended to get things done in your remaining spare time.
#seventeen imagines#wonwoo fluff#jeon wonwoo#seventeen wonwoo#fluff#wonwoo x reader#wonwoo scenarios#svt#seventeen
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