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weird-bookworm · 3 months

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warning! implied periods + cramps, mention of burning and crying

the first thing wonwoo hears as soon as he enters the house is a comically offended 'ow!'

naturally, he follows the origin of the exclamation and finds himself in the kitchen, watching you as you pout at your finger and glare at it like it killed the entirety of your lineage. to him though, you just looked adorable with your puffed cheeks and soft lips.

he notices a pot of water on the stove, now boiling, and the empty hot water bottle next to it. suddenly, it all makes sense.

diverting his eyes back to you, he speaks softly, "want me to do that for you instead?" his eyes twinkle as your expression morphs into one of happy surprise in a split second, the offending finger all but forgotten.

you bound towards him like an excited puppy, and looking like one too, drowning in your (his) oversized hoodie, thick sweatpants and fuzzy socks. he opens his arms when you get near, and lets out a loud oomf as you collide against his chest and squeeze him tightly.

barely a second passes before you're running to the stove and expertly transferring the boiling water into the hot water bottle. you close the cap and smile your adorable smile at him, while his tired brain is still catching up with having you in his arms one moment and then you disappearing the next.

you seem to be zooming around a lot today, because the next thing he knows, you've wrapped his arm around your neck and you're already walking towards your bedroom.

"i cried today because i missed you, and then you messaged me so i've been in a good mood, but then i started getting cramps so i boiled some water and then almost burned my finger," you grin up him sheepishly. he doesn't know whether to comfort you for crying earlier or ruffle your hair for being so adorable.

"well then, good for you i'm here now," he lets go of you to take out some fresh clothes but gives you a cute smile while you make yourself comfy on the bed.

the day ends with him cuddling you the entire night as you snore away into the dreamland, content with being in the arms of the person you love.

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kwanisms · 1 year

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[02:00], Vernon, requested by anon

╰┈➤ M2 “don’t act so innocent, i heard you”

summary: your roommate comes home early to find you fantasizing about him in your bedroom.

wc: 646

warnings: adult dialogue, smut, 18+ (minors dni), sexual content: slight voyeurism, vague about protection (it’s not mentioned either way), roommates to lovers *gasp* omg they were roommates

a/n: i felt like this worked really well for a roommate scenario so here you go, nonnie! I hope you like it! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. line breaks made by me. I do not allow reposts or reposts of my works. All my works are © kwanisms

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All he’d planned to do when he came home from practice was grab something to eat and settle down on the sofa and play some video games. It was supposed to be a relaxing evening with no distractions.

So when he came home, shut the front door and dropped his keys on the kitchen counter, he was surprised by the sound of a whimper that resonated through the apartment.

‘Was that Y/N?’ He wondered, dropping his bag off his shoulder and letting it fall to the floor before the kitchen island.

He walked past the living room, following the hallway to the bedrooms.

Another whine sounded from your room and Vernon was suddenly worried that you might be hurt which is what pushed him to cross the distance to your door and push it open, taking note that the door was cracked in the first place.

When he peered in, he expected that maybe you were sitting or laying on the bed, nursing some sort of hurt ankle or wrist, maybe even tending to a cut or something.

What he wasn’t expecting was you, lying on your bed with your hands between your legs, head thrown back in pleasure. His face burned in embarrassment as he realized he was spying on you and he pulled back quickly, hoping to shut the door back to where you’d left it but he froze, hand on the doorknob when you spoke.

Well, it was more of a moan, but it was still his name.

‘Fuck,’ he thought. Had you caught him peeping? He’d have to beg for your forgiveness if that was the case. Plead that he didn’t mean to spy, he was just checking in on you.

He’d expected you to call out to him so when you didn’t but merely let out another moan as you played with yourself, he knew he hadn’t been caught,

But you certainly had.

It only took another moan of his name from your lips and Vernon was pushing open the door before he could stop himself.

“You know,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk on his face.

You covered yourself quickly, stammering out an apology, muttering about how you thought he wasn’t going to be home so soon.

Vernon ignored your incoherent mumbles, instead crossed the distance from the door to your bed, moving to kneel on the foot of your bed.

You watched as he slowly approached you, hands settling on your knees.

His eyes never left yours as he calmly and slowly caressed the skin of your legs.

“May I?” He asked softly, waiting for you to give confirmation.

The moment you nodded, your eyes locked on him, there was no going back.

That was an hour ago.

You were now lying on your bed, chest pressed against the mattress and your hips up in the air as your roommate thrust into you from behind, his fingers digging into your skin.

You bit your lips, trying to hold back your moans as your body rocked with each movement of Vernon’s hips.

“Oh come on,” you heard him pant, slowing his thrusts to rolls, burying his cock deep inside you.

“I know you can be louder than that,” he groaned, a smirk on his lips.

“Vernon I—” you tried to explain but in all honesty, there was nothing to explain.

“Don’t act so innocent,” Vernon said, giving you a sharp thrust and making you yelp. “I heard you, Y/N.”

“Vernon—” your words were cut off by a low moan that sounded from the back of your throat as your roommate started to move faster, the sound of his skin hitting yours filling the room but overshadowed by the volume and pitch of your moans.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his hold on your hips tightening.

“Let the neighbors hear how good I fuck you.”

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satoruvt · 1 year

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[9:09 PM]

wonwoo, 507 words, fluff, sfw, no warnings.

a/n: life has been nothing but upsetting since ulting wonu. i love him a lot

“You’re still out here?”

You jump a little in your seat, feeling your heart rush suddenly at the sound of another person. Wonwoo’s walking closer to the fire, hands in his pajama pants pockets with a small smile on his face.

“Yeah,” you say after a moment, trying to catch your breath after your little scare. Wonwoo hums. “I can’t sleep well away from home.”

“Me either, most of the time,” he responds.

To celebrate the end of finals and the beginning of your most conscious summer yet, Soonyoung booked a cabin out in the middle of nowhere. Two and a half weeks of nature and quiet, which was enough to get you to come along. You don’t really know if you’d call it camping, the way Soonyoung and Jun do, but it’s close enough, for now.

You’d met Wonwoo twice before you came out here. The first time at Soonyoung’s house as you were coming and he was going, and the second at your university’s art exhibition. He’d looked dreamy then, round glasses and earthy tones, thoughtful and gentle.

He’s looked even better during this trip. No makeup and fluffy hair, comfy clothes and dirtied sneakers. Soft laughter and a quiet voice. Even now, in the warm, warm light of the fire, he’s tender. You’ve spent a lot of soft moments with him over the last two weeks, sharing thoughts about books and laughing at everyone’s antics.

(And… different moments. Intimate moments. Fingers intertwining and little gasping laughs and Wonwoo’s eyes in the low lamplight in your room.)

“Weird that the trip is almost over,” you murmur, looking at the sky. The stars are so bright away from the city. “Feels like we’ve been here forever.”

“Yeah,” Wonwoo says. Crickets chirp behind his voice with the flicker of the fire, a beautiful soundtrack. “Any plans once we get back?”

You sigh, rolling your neck before looking back at him. “Work, probably,” you say, hoping he senses the pain in your voice. He seems to, given the half-amused, half-pitying smile on his face. “You?”

Wonwoo hums, tapping his leg and looking around like he’s thinking, but you get the feeling he already has his answer. Especially when he looks at you. “Seeing you more often, hopefully,” is what he seems to decide on, lips pursed in a playful smile.

You will your suddenly pounding heart to calm down, pulling the blanket you brought outside with you further up your body as a momentary distraction. “Yeah? I’m not just a summer fling?”

You mean it jokingly, and you know Wonwoo can tell. But still, he’s kind in the way he answers, “nah. I think I like you a little bit.”

You meet his eyes over the flames of the fire, something a little more still unspoken between the two of you. Sweet and simple, and important even still. So you nod, look out at the forest again in hopes it’ll do something to cool the heat in your face.

“I think I like you a little bit, too.”

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ahlovelightaflame · 9 months

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8:13 PM ~ *Xu Minghao*

Summary: You had a bad day at work. So you decided to become a blanket burrito. And your boyfriend decides to join you.

Pairing: Xu Minghao X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 259

Warning: N/A

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There was a soft knock at the door as Minghao sighed. “Baby, you do realize you’re a burrito, right?”

You whined from inside your blanket cocoon. You had a bad day at work and were sore all over. All you wanted to do was wallow in your self pity. That and maybe indulge in some sweets because, dammit, you deserved it.

The bed dipped and you knew Minghao was sitting across from you. “Do you need anything? I can get you whatever you want. Name it and it’s yours.”

When you shook your head, he sighed before wrapping you into a hug. You didn’t protest and instead let him envelope you in warm, loving cuddles. He chuckled as he pulled you closer.

“You’re so cute, all snuggly and warm like this.” He murmured.

“Thanks.” Your heart wasn’t in your response, but you appreciated the cuddles nonetheless.

Minghao nuzzled into you closer, making a small smile appear on your face. “You don’t have to tell me what’s bothering you right now. You can tell me in your own time. I just hope I’m helping right now.”

“You are.” You assured him. “Your cuddles always solve everything.”

He hummed in contentment. “Glad to hear that. That just means I have to cuddle you more often.”

“Please.”

“Of course.” He moved some of the blanket away so he could kiss you on the cheek. “Anything for my favorite person in the world. But don’t tell the other members that.”

You chuckled before curling into him even more. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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secndlife · 2 years

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[11:53pm]

The night was going great. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the bathrooms were still intact. Sigma Tau had successfully finished their most recent rush round - Soonyoung’s last as social chair - and it all ended with basically half of the university at their house for their famous ‘Cheers’ party.

As a senior, Soonyoung felt accomplished. The frat had gotten many new members, which was a reflection of how hard he worked during rush, and how well he managed to get the frat’s name out there. As this was his last Cheers, he wanted to ensure he’d enjoy every damn second of this celebration. Right now, that meant making out with you until you begged for more.

“You look so fucking hot tonight,” you moaned against Soonyoung’s lips. He was wearing a denim jacket and matching jeans. The jacket was barely long enough to keep his Calvin Klein underwear out of sight, which only added fuel to the fire.

He had you against his bedroom door for god knows how long, hands by the sides of your head, while his leg was between yours. If you scooted down just enough, you’d practically ride his thigh.

That didn’t sound half bad.

He laughed at your words, chest swelling at the compliment. “Always happy to provide a good view for you, babe.”

Not even a second after, he leaned in, kissing you even harder. Everything felt needy. Hot. Heavy. You’d never complain.

You and Soonyoung spent most of your college years hooking up. You first met him on orientation day, and things escalated from there. Your encounters culminated in a comfortable, carefree, and exciting arrangement. No official titles had ever been given, but he was well aware of the fact that you were his. Even if you acted as if you weren’t.

There was something about him lately, though, that made you feel like you were going crazy. Like he was the only thing on your mind all day and all night. And now, behind closed doors, all you wanted to do was surrender to that. To him.

Your hands traveled to the low of his back, fingers tracing crescents into the skin while you kept him close. He groaned in response, “You’re gonna leave marks.” His tone was laced with teasing. It was like he didn’t really mind the scratches. Not if they attested who he belonged to, anyway.

You pulled back, lips then landing on his neck. “How’s that an issue?” You bit down by his jugular, earning yourself a moan.

“Who said it is?” Soonyoung’s eyes were closed, and he felt goosebumps forming on his arms, despite the heavy fabric around them. “Everyone already knows I’m yours.”

You stopped your ministrations just to look at him. You saw a glimpse of something hidden under his beautiful brown eyes, and you could’ve sworn it was love. “Good.”

And when he smiled your smile, the one he saved for you and only you, you knew it was. That didn’t matter, though. At least not yet, not right now. So all you did was kiss him again. Needier. Hotter. Heavier.

He tasted like beer and lust and, even if you weren’t a fan of beer, you’d still taste him forever and a day.

Soonyoung started moving his hips against yours, and you could feel him getting harder by the minute. This felt like heaven. He felt like heaven.

His hands left the wooden surface so his fingers could tangle themselves in your hair. When he tugged on it slightly, you mewed his name. The chuckle Soonyoung let out went straight to your core. “God, I love the way you sound.”

You pulled the waistband of his very expensive underwear, and the elastic made a noise as it hit his skin. “I’d be making much more noise if you’d just do something to me already.”

Another thug, a stronger one this time. Painful enough to make you wetter, but not to actually hurt. You bit your lip instinctively. “What do you want me to do to you?” His voice was barely a whisper. If he wasn’t this close, you’d never hear him. Not through the music.

Your response rolled out of your tongue in a heartbeat.

Anything.

“Everything.”

a/n: this is completely unedited. it’s almost 1:30am and i wrote it in a frenzy because this soonyoung has been living in my head rent-free for a day now. god he’s so fucking sexy i honestly don’t know what to do with myself. let’s see how i’ll feel about this in the morning, maybe i’ll edit then. ANYWAY!!! kwon soonyoung you’re really hot pls let’s make out. and as usual, askbox is always open mwah!

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slytherinshua · 1 year

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[ 9:43pm ]

The lively talking and drinking had dulled down a bit and you now noticed the disappearance of your boyfriend more severely. You excused yourself from the conversation you were having with Seungcheol that was dying anyway, and walked over to where Jun was sitting, a little ways away from the rest of the crowd.

The sun set late in the middle of summer, and it was just starting to set now, shining its last light on the scenic view that Jun was watching absentmindedly.

His eyes shifted to yours, noticing your presence as you stood beside him. He smiled, looking at your face, and opened up his arms to welcome you to sit on his lap. You took up the offer, snuggling into the crook of his neck as his hands circled around your waist.

“What were you thinking about?” You asked, hand travelling up to his hair to play with it softly.

“Just…” He blushed slightly, looking away from you and your interest peaked up.

“Just?”

“I was just thinking… that…” He stalled, blushing even more and you laughed.

“That? Come on, tell me.”

“That… I want to marry you one day.” He said, looking back at you finally. This time, he wasn’t the only one blushing, as your cheeks dusted pink at the thought.

“Really?” You whispered, holding him a little closer. He nodded slowly, a smile creeping onto his face as he glanced back at you. You could tell he was very shy admitting this, and it made your heart swell.

“I want to marry you one day too.” You said, smiling and looking back out at the scenery. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, as well as his heart beating as quickly as yours, given how close you two were.

You stayed there, cuddling together with the biggest smiles and blushing cheeks until Jeonghan came and interrupted your pleasant silence, telling you to come clean up from dinner.

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gguksgalaxy · 1 year

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Seventeen drabbles

I thought I’d try and see if ppl wanted to see me write some Seventeen since I really got into them recently. I’ll be doing short drabbles on request as followed:

1. Angst / fluff / suggestive

2. Any of the 13 members

And then:

3. Choose a timestamp

Or

4. Send a prompt/idea

Heres my inbox!

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bearseulgs · 2 years

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Fernweh

gn!reader x jeonghan

genre: fluff?? adventure??

wc: 347

warnings: running away

fernweh: farsickness, feeling homesick for a place you've never been

"Is something chasing us?"

"No."

"Are we looking for something?"

"Only freedom."

"Then why are we running?" asked Jeonghan, out of breath.

"Why not?" you giggled in response, continuing to prance through the field. Jeonghan caught up to you and grabbed your hand to run together, just for him to trip on a rock and fall, taking you with him. Y'all tumbled down a hill, arms wrapped around each other, until you came to a stop at the bottom.

"Sorry," Jeonghan said sheepishly, a rare look of shame on his face.

"It's alright," you made sure to reassure him, finding the ordeal quite funny. "Are you still wondering why we're out here?"

"I'm wondering why we're running out here at dusk when we have a cozy apartment waiting for us." He said, correcting you.

"Exactly! That's the point, Hannie, we're stuck in a box all the time and I'm tired! Aren't you tired? Humans used to be nomads, and some still are! We can't just stay boxed up our whole lives pretending everything is okay when there's a whole world out there to see." You sat up. "Someday, I'm gonna find the place I've always needed, the place I wish to go back to so bad despite having never been. Have you ever had that feeling? A homesickness for a home you've never known. It's kinda funny, but mostly sad. But we'll make it there, right Hannie? We'll get out of our box and find a home that's just right for both of us."

Jeonghan studied your face, noticing how your eyes lit up in longing when talking about the home you needed so bad. You've told him about it before, and he has to admit that it seems ideal, more so than staying in a city his whole life. Not that he dislikes Seoul, but he agreed, the world needed to be seen.

"All right then, love. Let's go."

"Go where?" you asked, looking up confused.

"Home. Let's go home."

And to home y'all went, no matter how long it may take to find it.

a/n: hopefully y'all can find your home and quench your fernweh if you have it :) i definitely have this feeling often and writing abt it is a nice form of escapism and letting out what i wish i could do (love my parents and my life, i just haven't found myself yet)

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binniebutter · 2 years

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{10:49 PM} {Choi Seungcheol x Reader} {angst}

“Do you really think I care? I lied! I don’t love you and I never did. I was just using you to get closer to Jisoo and that didn’t even work. I have no use for you now so leave me the hell alone.”

You could only watch as the love of your life shouted these harsh words at you, your eyes welling with tears as he rummaged around the house picking up some of his belongings. You blinked back the tears, convincing yourself that this was just a nightmare and that you would wake up soon enough. You pinched yourself over and over, though the pain in your arm could never beat the pain in your heart as you slowly accepted the reality. Seungcheol’s leaving you. Seungcheol never loved you. Seungcheol only used you to get closer to your best friend.

Yet you still found yourself gripping onto his arm before he could open the front door and leave your house, and your heart, forever.

“Don’t leave. Please, Cheol, don’t leave me. I’m nothing without you.” He only scoffed, ripping your hands off of him.

“You’re right. You are nothing.”

The door slammed closed as he left.

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chenle-dressed-in-black · 1 year

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moonhoures · 9 months

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[ 9:03PM — j. wonwoo ]

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, fem!reader, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, finger sucking

Wonwoo had you caged beneath him at the edge of your bed, pounding into you for what felt like ages. The insides of your thighs were aching and slick with your juices. He had made you cum twice already, and he promised this would be the last one, then he’d finally let you rest. But the glimmer in his eyes might as well have been crossed fingers, because you didn’t believe him for a second. With the energy he had now, he could probably go for another round—or two.

His breath was hot and ragged. His fingers clutched onto your thighs like anchors. His hips snapped relentlessly against yours, making the bed creek quietly with his movements. His hair was still a little fluffy from the shower he had taken hours prior, but sweat was starting to form in his roots, making it damp.

“________, you okay?” he asked you through huffed breaths.

Your eyes were shut tight while you tried to focus on your orgasm, but you opened them to look at him when he spoke to you, “Uh huh.”

“Good,” his fox-like eyes looked at you with an amount of love that was too pure for the sinful moment you were having.

After your reassurance, his pace picked up slightly, making your hands grasp onto his waist a little tighter. He thrusted deeper into you every few strokes, like he was coaxing your release to him. He grunted each time he bottomed out inside of you, feeling your warmth completely envelope him just how he loved it. He also loved the way your head fell back into the sheets involuntarily. The way your mouth slacked open from how well he was fucking you. The way your legs pulled up around him as if you couldn’t get enough, even when he was giving you everything he had. Cute, he thought to himself.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in an intense, wet kiss. His deep moans vibrated against your mouth, making you hum back in response. You whined when he pulled away.

“How does it feel, baby?”

Your eyes closed once more. You could feel yourself on the precipice of releasing again. You could practically taste it, “So good, Wonwoo, you always make me feel so good. I’m so close. So close. So clo- Augh-“

It was then your eyes shot open again, and Wonwoo was looking at you with sadistic amusement. He had reached up and hooked his thumb into the corner of your mouth, effectively shutting you up. When he succeeded in doing so, he stuck his other thumb into the opposite side of your mouth, spreading your lips open.

He leaned in close again, speaking in that low tone that made your pussy clench, “You talk too much, y’know that?”

When you simply nodded, he sneered at you. How pathetic you looked when you were being fucked like this. But you were so good for him, he didn’t care. He found it adorable even.

He slipped his digits from your mouth as he bent down to kiss you again, this time more hungry and fervent than before. He thrusted faster than before, wanting to bring you over the edge. He pushed your thighs further up with his hips, allowing himself a new angle to achieve. You moaned against his lips and tongue. When he disconnected them from yours, his hands slipped further down to the base of your neck and shoulders, holding you still as he thrusted into you ruthlessly. His breath was shaking a little from how close he was getting to his own orgasm. Any moment now . . .

You were cumming, clenching around him sporadically. His name tumbling from your lips repeatedly because he was the only thing your pretty, dumb brain could think of in that moment. And he ate it up, a smirk on his lips just before he came inside of you, filling you up for the third time. The skin between your thighs and your sheets were soaked, without a doubt. Your legs were sore and begging for the relief that a good bath would give them right about now. Your arms fell down against the bed. Your chest heaved with each deep breath you took.

Your boyfriend’s hand skimmed over your skin, from your shoulders, down your torso, to your waist where his fingers rubbed you in the most soothing way, “You took that so well. Are you ready to stop?”

Before you even mustered the energy to nod, he was adding:

“Or should I reward you for being so good to me? Hm? You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

You shook your head. Your voice was as weak as your body, fading off when you responded, “Too tired, Won . . .”

He sighed, knowing you had reached your limit for tonight. He nodded in understanding and patted your thighs in encouragement, “Alright, let’s get you taken care of.”

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heennnngggggarae · 5 months

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06.59 AM

You feel his arms around your waist before hearing him whine.

“Y/nieee,”

Chuckling to yourself, you take a peek at the man who’s clinging to you like a koala, whining again before burrowing deeper to your neck, his hair tickling your face in the process.

“What’s up?” you ask before putting down your pen to ruffle his hair.

“I miss you,” Mingyu said before straightening up, his face now beside yours as he tightens his hold.

“Gyu, I’ve been staying over for almost a week now, how can you even miss me?” you said as you turned around, now facing the pouting man.

“You left me alone in the bed, you meanie,”

“I’m only gone for 5 minutes,”

“5 minutes too long!”

Chuckling again, you wrapped your arms around him before asking.

“Okay, so what do I have to do to be forgiven by Mr. Kim Mingyu?”

“Hmm, you need to give him a kiss,” Mingyu said, starting to grin.

“A kiss? I can do that,” You say as you stand on your tippy toes.

“Oh no, not just a kiss, but a day long kiss and cuddles because you left me alone for 5 minutes” He said, grinning showing his fangs.

“Geez, what a baby” you said as you press your lips to his, eager to fulfill his wants.

“Only yours, babe” He said between breaths.

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jjuniehao · 2 years

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[08:41 pm]: jeon wonwoo

“did you know that snails can nap for up to three years?” you whisper, hopeful eyes staring up at your boyfriend’s face from your place on his chest, desperate for even just a crumb of his attention.

are you being a little dramatic? probably. but wonwoo should be used to your dramatics by now.

you can’t even blame him for being this engrossed in the book he’s reading — after all it’s the book you were supposed to read together, only for you to sheepishly admit to finishing it all by yourself in just two days. wonwoo just gave you a disapproving look and told you that he’d postpone all date activities until he finished the book as well in order to get you two to be even again.

this was your punishment, of sorts.

wonwoo just hums, one of his hands leaving the pages of the book to rub along your back in acknowledgment and before you can get the chance to bathe in the little attention he spared you, his hand is gone again.

you sigh dramatically, body going limp and letting your head fall down against his chest. “did you know that lack of attention will cause a broken heart?” you try again, not looking at him this time but rather choosing to nuzzle into his neck instead.

you seem to catch his attention this time, since his eyes leave the page for the first time in an hour, small smile playing on his lips and brows raised in question, “is that so, baby?”

you nod silently, sighing deeply for full dramatic effect. he hums as if in deep in thought, his hand finding the back of your head, pressing you a little closer to himself.

“and how do we prevent a broken heart?” he murmurs, letting the book fall shut and placing it on the bedside table. you can’t bite back the smile that breaks out on your face, because evidently, you won.

“well, first, a kiss,” wonwoo hums in response, urging you to keep going, “then a backrub and…maybe some takeout from the dumpling place we like?” you lift your head to finally look at him, hopeful spark in your eyes at the prospect of your favourite dumplings, only to be met with the goofiest, most smitten look you’ve ever seen on your boyfriend’s face.

“in that specific order?” wonwoo grins and you pretend to think about it for a second, even rubbing your chin for good measure. “no, as long as all three conditions are met, heartbreak is averted!” he snorts at you, suddenly reaching forward and pulling your face closer, peppering soft kisses all over.

wonwoo squishes your face, love downright pouring out of his eyes, “i love you,” he places a kiss on your forehead, almost as if to emphasise his point, “let’s get you your dumplings and that backrub, hm?”

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satoruvt · 2 years

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[4:28 PM]

mingyu, 307 words, fluff, sfw, no warnings.

a/n: the inspo for this is listening to my mingyu playlist for the first time in months about 24 hours after i saw him with my very own eyes. im actually heartbroken rn im grievingg

It’s in the warmth of Mingyu’s touch.

The way he holds you, the gentleness of his hands. His fingers splayed out against your back like he’s trying to reach every part of you, every inch of space that you take up. The hum he always lets out when he finally gets to feel you so close to him, the smell of his skin, the gentle pressure of his lips on your forehead.

He feels like sunshine today. Like always. He holds and hums and kisses, and you welcome it, savoring the feel of him around you. His hair is fluffy. You want to run your fingers through it until he falls asleep.

Nothing is different today. Like always. But you feel different. You don’t want to let go of him. When he shifts in your grasp you squeeze, gentle, he makes a confused noise.

“Missed you,” is what you say as explanation. Easily, his hands are back in their place, arms comforting around you. You think of white sheets and blue-orange sunsets and cooking and coffee. A different apartment, a shared kitchen, one bedroom. Hands and smiles and endless laughter, echoed through to the tips of your fingers.

Mingyu doesn’t tease today. No smirks or giggles when you pout. “Okay, baby,” he says, offering a squeeze of his own. “I missed you too.”

Later, when you feel inclined enough to let go (you don’t stray, pinkies interlocked even in the comfort of your apartment – he sits on your couch and you follow, never far behind), you end up in your bed. Sweetly, Mingyu lays next to you, eyes peeking over your comforter. You pull him close, he murmurs about his busy day.

The sun begins to set as you run your hands through his hair, and you listen to his breathing until it evens out into sleep.

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ahlovelightaflame · 9 months

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9:40 PM ~ *Xu Minghao*

Summary: Minghao was more than happy to teach you Mandarin. Until you said the one thing he least expected.

Pairing: Xu Minghao X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 496

Warning: One swear word

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When you asked Minghao to teach you Mandarin, he was more than happy to teach you. He was confident you could learn the language, especially with him teaching you. He was sure he was capable of being able to teach the language since he was such a good student in his past and because he grew up learning the language.

However, in practice, it was far more difficult than he thought. Not because you were bad at it; on the contrary, you were pretty good at it. You weren’t the best and you did fumble with the pronunciation and grammar, but you were doing a lot better than he thought you would. No, what his problem was, was the fact that you were so cute when you spoke Mandarin.

Every time you attempted a new word or spoke a sentence of new words, his heart would melt into a puddle on the floor. You were just so cute, trying and finally getting it. The way you would wiggle in your seat with joy when you got a word or complicated sentence, he just wanted to pepper you in kisses and cuddles. And he wasn’t a big fan of PDA.

One day, you were going over your Mandarin lessons when you asked him a question that nearly killed him. “So I have a question. What does it mean when I say wǒ ài nǐ?”

He practically choked on his water. “Ah what?”

“Wǒ-”

“I heard you.” He cut you off.

What could he say? You both were still pretty new to this whole relationship. Neither of you said I love you yet. Does he tell you that you just said I love you to him? Was that okay? All the warning bells were ringing in his head and he didn’t know what to do anymore.

“So do you know what it means?” You asked. “Or do I need to ask Junhui?”

“NO!” Minghao practically shouted, abruptly standing up and knocking the chair he was sitting onto the floor. “You cannot ask Junhui!”

You blushed. “Why? Did I say something bad?”

He also blushed. “No, no, you didn’t say anything too bad…”

“Then what did I say?” You mumbled.

Well, he might as well tell you. He tried to convince himself it was like ripping off a bandaid. Screwing his eyes shut, he admitted, “What you said was I love you.”

There was a beat before you answered. “Oh? Is that all? I thought I said something like go fuck yourself.”

“Y/n!”

“Kidding.” You teased.

Another pause passed before he spoke up. “So you’re not weirded out by the fact that you just said you loved me?”

You shook your head. “Nope. I knew I was going to say it eventually. I guess now was the perfect time!”

“So you love me?”

Nodding, you took his hands in yours. “Of course I love you Minghao. I always have.”

He smiled before kissing your forehead. “Wǒ ài nǐ.”

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secndlife · 2 years

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[8:41pm]

Kim Mingyu is the type of man they write songs about. He’s tall. Handsome. His face is that kind of face you see once in a lifetime. When he passes, people stare. They get dizzy. He looks like a god. He stands out, even when he might not want to.

Kim Mingyu is the type of man they write songs about. Not love songs, though. Never love songs. Heartbreak ones. The ones that make you feel like someone has their hands around your heart, ready to pull it out of your chest in one go. No mercy. No apologies.

That feeling is just too familiar. Not because of the songs, though. It’s never because of the songs. It’s because of Kim Mingyu.

Kim Mingyu has his hands around your heart, ready to pull it out of your chest in one go. No mercy. No apologies.

You don’t care, though.

You don’t care that Mingyu will walk away with your heart the moment you close the door after him. You don’t care because, from the moment you first saw him, you knew that it would end like this. Before it had even started, you could already see the ending. There was no alternative. Not when you get involved with a man like him. A man they write heartbreak songs about.

You don’t care because you’re sure he will take something more than just your heart. He goes with a suitcase - a suitcase that will have memories tangled up with the sweatpants he kept at your place. The memories of whatever this was. And they will follow him like ghosts, you made sure of that. You made sure to carve yourself in his mind. Maybe you didn’t manage to do it in his heart, but his mind would do.

Your first encounter was still like a fresh wound. You knew who he was - everyone knew who he was - but you couldn’t help the way your breath picked up the pace when he walked into the studio. Flesh and bone. More handsome than any camera could ever capture. He was absurdly magnetic, and you wondered if he knew just how much. Later on, while you stood behind the lenses, watching him move effortlessly, you caught yourself hoping he was looking at you.

Turns out he was. By the end of the shoot, after the place had no one else but you, he told you he didn’t go out with photographers. He said something about how that could put his modeling career at risk. Yet, for you, he’d make an exception. He didn’t ask anything about it. No proposition. All he did was declare that he’d do it with you. Almost as if he didn’t care about your thoughts on going out with him. Almost as if he knew you’d say yes. To that and whatever else he had his mind set. People didn’t say no to a man like Kim Mingyu. To that, you were no exception.

You were some sort of exception, though, and that was enough. You used it to your advantage. You didn’t ruin his career like he feared photographers like you would. You just engraved yourself enough for him to see you in his dreams once in a while. Even after everything was done. Especially after everything was done.

When it started, it started as a secret. He took you on a getaway, a place out of the city. “Let’s just run away from the crowds”, he said. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he wanted you all to himself. That wasn’t it. He just wanted to make sure he could give himself to others, too. But that wasn’t an issue - not for you and not for him.

Mingyu was always so full that he managed to give bits of himself to whomever he wanted. And once he was done, there would always have enough left for you. More than enough. You still managed to have so much of him that it was overflowing you. And, in all honesty, you never really needed anything beyond that.

When it continued, it continued as a secret. No one had to know what you did. But now, now that Mingyu is seconds away from pulling your heart out of your chest, maybe they would know. Maybe the memories following him around would be visible to someone else, too. Maybe the ones that carried those memories about him would see the ones he carried about you. Like an agreement with the universe. Like an invisible string you only get to see when you’re tied at one end.

His hand is by the door frame now. He’s leaving. Your heart is out of your chest and packed with the memories and the sweatpants he’s taking. So this is done. And it ends just like you always knew it would - taking you down. Not without a swing, though.

“I’ll remember you,” Mingyu says. “I’ll always remember you.”

You nod. “I know.” You made sure of that.

“Maybe I’ll see you again.” It sounds almost as if he wants to. But he knows he won’t, and you don’t really say anything to hint that he will. So he hangs on to whatever you let him have. “Even if it’s just in my wildest dreams.”

a/n: CLEARLY this is very very very inspired by wildest dreams. idk man the way this song is simply written for kim mingyu !!!! i just aggressively wrote this after having mingyu x wildest dreams fever for a couple of days now. so yeah! hehe! haven’t written anything for him in so long wow. anyway!!!! enjoyyyyyy! and my ask box is open as always hehe

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