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twisted-tales-of-all · 9 months
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OKAY SO
May I request a morning cockwarming with Yunho please? 👀
[07:31]
Last night, your boyfriend came home absolutely exhausted. He fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow, and you made sure not to wake him when you joined him about an hour later. Although he hadn't woken up, your movements made him squirm under the blanket, throwing an arm around you to stop you from moving more. You giggled at how cute he is, even while asleep, and eventually fell asleep beside him.
You wake up before him, grab your phone off the bedside table, and scroll through social media while waiting for Yunho to wake up. When he begins moving around, you kiss his forehead to say good morning, only to be met with a low groan. He sloppily throws his body on top of yours, mumbling incoherently. Although you try to make out his words, you can't piece anything together.
As he continues, he tugs on your shorts, asking permission to take them off you. You laugh, asking how he can want sex when he's not even fully awake, but he just nods into your chest. Wanting to see how the situation plays out, you lift your hips and let him pull the shorts down.
This sparks a bit of energy into the tall man, getting him up to take off his pajamas as well. He looks at you, his face looking like a question mark personified, asking about condoms. You grab one from the drawer nearby and help him put it on him. Once it's in place, he fumbles his way to line up with your entrance.
"No foreplay today, eh, Yuyu? Too sleep?" You joke, knowing how much he usually loves the act.
He doesn't respond, only reacting by burying his face into your collarbone and slowly pushing himself inside. Although your body knows the feeling all too well, you still grip tightly onto his biceps until he bottoms out. He stills, letting you both adjust to the sensation as usual, but when you let him know that you're ready for him to move, you get no response.
Rubbing his back, you smile, wondering just how exhausted your usually high-energy boyfriend must be to fall asleep while inside you. Moving your hand up to play with his hair, you hear him mumble again.
"Mm, two minute... so warm~..."
He moves slightly, adjusting after being so rudely woken up, but then he freezes. Realizing why it's so warm, he fully wakes up again, looking up with puppy-dog eyes.
With a nervous laugh, he apologizes, "Sorry, bun. I must've been really exhausted. Let me take care of you properly."
"It's okay, Yunho; you can stay like that if you want. You're really precious when you sleep," you admit as you brush his hair away from his eyes.
His appreciative smile morphs into a quick peck onto your lips, then he nuzzles back into your shoulder, promising not to fall asleep again but wanting to enjoy the position a little more. He slowly grinds his hips, giving you both a more subtle but sweet sensation from the movements. This only lasts a few minutes, however, as you hear his growls as he tries not to get too into it.
"Babe, you okay there?" You tease, making him raise his head again with a massive pout.
"I think I'm awake now. Can I?" He asks with one single sharp thrust that makes your voice catch in your throat.
"Mhm~ I was waiting for y-"
He cuts you off with a deep kiss as he prepares to treat you like royalty for his morning workout.
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hwatermelons · 6 months
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heyyy 🤭 i love love loveee ur ateez writing!! can u do a soft n fluffy bf!ateez when cuddling at night? u can do any writing style u want! <3 thank uuu
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ateez ⋆ cuddling at night with them
⋆ 1.6k words ⋆ bf!ateez x gn!reader ⋆ fluff! so much fluff ^^ ⋆ warnings: lots of close physical contact, face touching and chaste kissing ⋆ a/n: ngl i giggled and kicked my feet while writing this even though it took me forever (i'm so sorry about that;;) thank you sm for the request! also, wooyoung is a history nerd.
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hongjoong ⋆ art
hongjoong smiles as he runs his fingertips down the side of your face, snuggled into the blanket facing you. when you'd asked him to trace your face to sleep, he'd wondered why anyone would ever want to be touched that closely at first. but when you explained that it was something your parents used to do when you had a nightmare as a child, he was delighted to offer the same level of comfort.
hongjoong outlines the perimeter of your eyes, nose and lips, working his way from the top of your forehead to the tip of your chin. soft kisses follow his fingers. your eyelids grow heavy as he smooths back your hair, tracing each strand from the root to the tip. he's in no rush to finish his masterpiece, and helping you fall asleep in the middle of it is an added bonus.
you were the most fascinating person hongjoong knew, a tapestry woven in five senses. so to him, you deserved his full attention in order to do justice to your likeness. your lover studies the way the way your lashes flutter in your sleep, memorizes the sound of your steady breathing, contemplates the texture of your skin and all its lovely imperfections that give life to your form. if he could, hongjoong would paint a vision of you on the insides of his eyelids so he could see you every time he dreamed. he settles for painting your face instead, the slow movements of his fingers detailing each cherished feature.
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seonghwa ⋆ solidity
seonghwa always loves to surprise you with back hugs during the day, especially with the way you melt into a puddle in his arms every time. so it's no surprise that his favorite way to fall asleep at night is flush against your back, face pressed into your hair and hands holding onto yours, wrapped around you in a tight embrace. seonghwa needs your weight against his chest just as much as you need his solid reassurance behind you. the best part is being able to feel his heartbeat pump out a steady rhythm, the perfect white noise for quieting down any extra thoughts before you fall asleep.
you lean into him, eyes slipping closed. the familiarity of it is impossible not to sink into. seonghwa presses a kiss into your hair as you drift off, his arms a firm reminder that the outside world can't get to you here.
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yunho ⋆ beauty
yunho can't imagine falling asleep in any other way than watching your eyelids droop inches from his face through his own sleepy haze. and that's exactly where you are tonight, just like the night before, and so many nights before that. forgetting about the weight of the world in your lover's arms, even if it's only for a couple hours. unknown to you, however, said lover is currently busy fighting a losing battle in his mind against the urge to shower your sweet, drowsy face in kisses.
yunho sighs. he's been trying so hard to hold back for the past hour. but it's late, and he can't sleep, and more importantly he just can't resist anymore. he leans in and touches your foreheads together, then rubs your nose with the tip of his. in his defense, he can't help it! you're just too adorable to him. but when you open your eyes, he panics.
"ahhh, was that too much? i should've asked--" you interrupt him by pulling him into a tight hug. yunho yelps in surprise as you bury your face into his chest, hiding the rapidly rising blush across your cheeks. "it was perfect," you mumble, the words muffled by the soft fabric of his shirt.
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yeosang ⋆ trust
the only reason yeosang shies away from touching you in public is because that's something he wants to share only with you. it's sacred. to him, physical touch is a promise between two people, that they'll hold on and never let go through all the bad times, and celebrate all of the good together. from a kiss on the cheek stolen by san or wooyoung to a smothering group hug from the other members, yeosang only allows those closest to him to touch him. so when he lets you wrap your arms around him and tuck yourselves into a blanket burrito and smooth back his hair and press kisses to his temples, you know he can finally fully trust you. you smile to yourself as you hear yeosang's breaths even out, your cherished angel slipping into sleep.
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san ⋆ smile
san holds you like he's afraid you'll leave if he doesn't keep up his vice-like grip. to him, there's no such thing as being too close to you. he rarely leaves you completely alone during most of the day, taking the chance to smother you in hugs or kisses whenever you let him at home, and he's always a text away if you two are apart. at night, you're all his, and he loves the fact that you have no escape now. your arms mirror his, wrapped tightly around his waist. but you add your own touch by massaging up and down his spine, earning a soft sigh from him. you can feel his back muscles relaxing through the shiba inu patterned pajamas as he settles his head in between your neck and shoulder, leaving a kiss at the spot he ends up at.
and then san looks up at you with one of those smiles. the ones where his eyes scrunch all the way up but he's too elated to care about how silly he looks (in his opinion, not yours). no matter how long it's been, he still can't believe he gets to see you from this angle every night, the way no one else can.
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mingi ⋆ envelop
mingi physically cannot fall asleep without using you as his personal teddy bear. his favorite way to hold you is with his chin resting on the top of your head. you'd be curled into his chest, and he'd have his arms around you like he can't bear to let any part of you escape his grasp.
your princess adores being able to protect you, to watch over you, to feel needed in such a fundamental way. he kisses the top of your head, and you feel him relaxing into the embrace, the tension leaving his muscles. mingi tries his best to keep his eyes open for you, but ends up drifting off first from your warmth. as you shift into a more comfortable position, he subconsciously pulls you in tighter, soft breaths tickling your scalp.
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wooyoung ⋆ tale
"tell me a story," you probe wooyoung as he lays his head on your stomach. he loves being pampered by you, and he always looks forward to the end of the day for this. his hair is the longest it's been in a while, and you've been absentmindedly braiding and unbraiding sections of it as he replays one particular step of the choreography he and the others had worked on today on his phone. you can tell he isn't nearly as satisfied with it as he wants to be. but it's getting late and inspiration isn't striking him, so he decides to set down the phone and humor your wish.
wooyoung always seems to have some interesting tale to tell, like the adventures of a legendary historical figure, or the origins of a certain korean tradition, or even the story behind the most seemingly mundane things.
tonight's feature is the latest gossip from the servants working behind the closed doors of an ancient prince's private grounds in the Joseon era. apparently, he’d been busy plotting a coup against his father, the king (“right under his nose!”). but it was completely justified because he planned on passing the throne to his youngest son instead of him ("the audacity!"). wooyoung enthusiastically details the bloody fratricides the prince committed ("i'm pretty sure one was enough to send the message??"), eventually scaring his last remaining brother into abdicating the throne after less than a year ("a single year!").
unnoticed by wooyoung, you fall asleep in the first five minutes of his retelling. he goes on for half an hour before he realizes you've started to snore. at first he's half-jokingly offended, but he knows you were exhausted from the long day. still, that doesn't stop him from taking a picture of your face smushed into your pillow for future blackmail purposes, before snuggling up in the sheets with you. you won't be spared from the story over breakfast tomorrow (hey, you asked for it!), but for now he's perfectly content with hooking his arms around you and falling asleep on your chest, careful not to wake you up in the process.
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jongho ⋆ serenade
jongho loves loves loves singing you to sleep. and he loves it even more when you ask him to. from the crook of his arm, you look up at him and softly make your request known. his eyes sparkle in assent, and the gentle hum of 'star 1117' fills the room as he plays with your fingers resting on his chest. you reach up to pinch his cheek, finding him too adorable in this moment, and he makes a face. jongho pinches both of your cheeks harder in retaliation, refusing to let go and chuckling when you swat at his hands. "when i said i'll return all of your love tenfold, i meant it," he teases, fully prepared to smother your face in a bear hug if you dared to acknowledge the cheesiness of his words.
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songmingisthighs · 9 months
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[12:14] boxer!san × nurse!reader
⇀ he's your favourite outlaw and it's not because of his rugged charm, surprisingly it's because of how tender he actually is
⇁ bouncy killed me istfg
⇁ happy sannie day ❣️❣️
genre : boxer!au, romance, outlaw!ateez
wc : 1.8 k
It didn't take much for you to recognize him.
Even with his body sitting down and leaning on the stairs as he faced the floor, you could easily recognize that it was him.
You wanted to greet him as you usually would, but as you got closer, you noticed something weird about him. His back was moving in a rhythmical manner like how he usually would when he was breathing but it was slower than usual. The closer you get, the more you realize that he had cuts on his arm and some bruises.
"Oh my God, San," you called, rushing to his side as quickly as you could, your fatigue from 12 hours shift suddenly went away at the sight of his bloodied tank top. You knelt in front of him and peeked up to see that he had his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed but he wasn't responsive. Usually, at the sound of your voice, the flirt would throw you a lazy gaze and a Cheshire-like grin that would make you blush and sputter. But seeing him in this unresponsive position actually scared you. You genuinely felt like something was wrong and knowing that he was an underground fighter makes the situation even worse for you.
"San, can you hear me?" you asked as you made an initial assessment, hands brushing his bangs out of his eyes to look at his face. From the get-go, you could see that he had a bruised cheekbone, a busted lip, and possibly a concussion. You can only imagine what his body must be like. And you meant that as in the bruises on his torso and not how it must look. Because you know damn well it's sculpted as fuck from the many times he walked past you and intentionally flashed you his abs.
You tried lifting his head up but he let out a grunt and shook his head. "Too bright," he complained.
Understanding this, you nodded and moved to sit next to him closely as you brought one of his arms and rest it on your shoulder. "I need to take you to my apartment so I can properly tend to your wounds. Do you think you can move?" true to his mannerism, he chuckled and leaned his head to the crook of your neck like a feline seeking contact, "How 'bout you give me some sugar first? That might help me gain some strength." You automatically rolled your eyes at his remark but you had to admit his words made you feel better because at least you know that he was fine. "Okay big guy, we're moving you," you stated as you started pulling him up and leading him to the elevator. "Big guy? Have you been checking me out, pretty?" he teased. You kept quiet thought because a. yes, and b. he needs to shut up.
The elevator ride up was thankfully not that hard as San was holding his own weight for the most part, you just guide him so he wouldn't sway or even fall down. He also stayed quiet which concerned you but you were just glad that he was still moving. Sure, he stumbled slightly as he got into your apartment, but other than that, he settled down on your couch easily and even respectfully towards your cat.
You rushed to get the first aid kit that you always kept stocked in your bedroom, knowing that San and his roommate, Wooyoung, would sometimes come knocking in after a night of fighting be it in the ring or in an alley with people they messed with. So it wasn't really a surprise to go back to your living room to see your tabby cat, Taco, splayed on San's lap looking like he just found the comfiest bed ever. You obviously wouldn't mind trying but for now, you just wanted to make sure that San was alright.
"Taco, move away from Sannie, mommy needs to clean him," you called out as you sat next to San. But Taco, in all his absolute pettiness, simply lift his head up and stared dead straight into your eyes as if challenging you as he fluff up San's thighs with his pudgy paws. You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at your hellraiser with equal challenge, letting him know that he was not the boss of you. When he didn't move his chubby butt, you were forced to deliver the last blow, "Or else no snacks." That seemed to speak to him on a profound level as he jumped off after giving you one last dirty look and retreated into your bedroom. "Sorry about him," you grinned sheepishly, taking San's hand into your lap as you began cleaning the first wound your eyes fell on. San couldn't even feel the pain of his wound getting cleaned anymore, so instead of worrying over the result of the last night's fight, he focused his eyes o you, "No worries, I like him. And I love the fact that you called me Sannie to Taco which leads me to believe that you might have been talking about me to him a lot," he teased.
Your eyes widened at his (very accurate) assumption and you wanted to believe that he didn't notice the blush that bloomed on your face, an absolute testament to what this man could do to you without doing much. "So," you cleared your throat, "What happened?" you asked, changing the topic before he could tease you more. "What else do you think? I won," he boasted, proud that he made bank from his hard night's work.
Though it was a good thing that he won, you couldn't help but sigh in disappointment hearing that he went rounds upon rounds to secure his achievement. "I worry about you," you blurted out, turning around to get betadine and a cotton pad to dress his wound properly. Though San had a confident look on his face, he could feel his heart skipped a beat at your confession. "Why so?" He asked, hopeful. Without lookinf up at him, you answered casually, "Because I don't like seeing you getting hurt like this," but even in that tone, San could sense that you were being genuine.
In all honesty, San teased you because he thought that was the only way he could get your attention. Sure he had hoped that the the spare glances you threw at him were actually sincerely from your heart but he can't convince himself that someone with a legitimate career like you would want to have anything to do with a bloodied bastard who beat people up for money. So San settled for the lowest expectation because that's what peope always expect of the underdog anyways. But your words were shaking his belief down like a stickhouse in an elephant stampede, which goes to show how strong San's resolve is towards you and it's bad. He was down bad. Part of him was glad that you seemed to want to keep an arm's length from him but part of him want to be in your lap at night, having your fingers card through his hair softly as you told him again and again how glad you were that he was able to come home in one piece. Because that's what he actually want, a home.
San's mind was snapped back into reality when he noticed you were snapping your fingers in front of his face and calling out his name. "San??" You called out again with furrowed eyebrows, "Shit, I think you're having a concussion," you muttered, moving your position so that his body was straight, facing forward. "Eh?" San blinked confusedly with a slightly tilted head, looking so much like Taco whenever you brought a jinggly toy near him. Thankfully you were too busy making sure San didn't have brain damage to blush and sputter, trying to do your job as best as you could for him. You situated yourself at a fair distance, not to close yet not too far and you put both of your hands between you and him and held out a finger each. "Can you see my fingers clearly?" With your best effort, you tried to suppress the fact that you were very much worried about him because it wasn't your time to show emotions and ended up having him worry over you instead. Looking at your fingers, San did a double take before his relaxed-confused look turned into disbelief-confused, "Are you flipping me off?" He scoffed. Almost immediately you let out a sigh of relief before straightening up and nodded, "I had to get a reaction out of you, you were mumbling about a parrot talking about chilli peppers when you were zoning out, I had to know if it was concussion or perhaps you took something."
Just as you were about to turn around to get a damp rag, San pulled you with his powerful strength, causing you to yelp and freeze when you realized that you had fell into a particularly compromising position. Your hands were on his strong, broad shoulders with your left leg bent and resting on the outside of San's right thigh and the other in between his spread legs while San had one hand on your wrist and the other on your waist with a confident, lazy smile on his face. God how much you want to wipe that grin off his face. With your own lips.
"Baby, why would I take drugs when a moment with you gets me high for days?" And of course he had to make your stomach flip by pecking you gently on the nose. Your breath hitched and a small squeak escaped from your clamped mouth, not knowing what to do other than stare at him with wide eyes. San seemed amused at how you reacted however, pulling away and leaning back against the couch with arms spread wide, the confident bastard.
For a moment you sputtered, eyes darting everywhere but San's face before remembering what you wanted to get merely moments ago. You somehow found the strength to stand on your two feet and turn to the kitchen but not before tripping on your feet slightly and almost falling. You didn't even have to turn to know that San was looking at you amusedly, delighting in how affected you were by him but this time it wasn't because he just wanted to see a reaction out of you. He was seeing you in the light of someone he had a chance of having normalcy with. So while you were cursing yourself for being a klutz, San was enjoying the domestic fantasy in his head.
That was until loud knocks were heard from your front door that was followed by a very familiar screeching voice that made Taco jump out and hiss at the direction.
"CHOI SAN YOU LITTLE BITCH YOU LEFT ME IN THE DUMPSTER!!"
So much for domestic peace.
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sadnightforus · 2 months
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[10:34 PM] If kissing your best friend while you’re smoking is illegal, then sue you for just doing that. Or even better, go to jail for that crime alone. 
 Because right now, you’re kissing the most well known boy from your university slash a party boy in the comfort of his apartment rooftop that he himself hosts a small gathering there. 
 You didn’t mean for it to happen, but Sim Jaeyun, better known as Jake, is just irresistible. And you would be lying if you say you didn’t have a little crush on him. 
 Both of his and your tongues are still gently roaming in each other’s essence, even if it lingers of the nicotine taste. You don’t hate how this night has particular turned out, but now you’re suddenly worried about how he’ll react or whether he’ll regret and realize it’s just his impulsivity that leads to the greatest mistake of his life, simply because you’re not his type, probably. 
 So you pull away, despite you wanting to reattach your lips onto his and leaving him in a trance of confusion as his dazed eyes look over at yours. 
“Why did you pull away?” He asks, sounding small and there’s a hint of him being upset. Truthfully, you’re caught off guard by the question and your face drops. 
“It’s just a mistake.” You mumble, feeling ashamed that you run away from your own feelings. 
“T-then… Why did y-you kiss me like I mean anything to you?” His voice sounds shaky just now, eyes brimming with tears just as he feels his heart breaking. 
 Thankfully, all of your other friends are too busy indulging in their own fun to focus on how you both are kissing, or have been awfully close the entire night since the little party has started. Which gives all of you more privacy to talk about whatever the hell you both just did without them interfering. 
“…..” You bite your lips and you can feel a bucket of hot tears streaming down your cheeks. “I-I.. like.. you. R-really fucking l-like you.” You stutter, letting yourself cry as you almost hyperventilate from confessing your own feelings. 
 What if he doesn’t like you back? You’re not his type. You’ve seen the type of girls he goes after, none of them really look like you. 
“I like you too.” He says in the most gentle voice you’ve ever heard. And his voice sounds so sweet that you want to keep listening to him talk. “It’s not too early to say I love you, is it? Because I’ve had my eyes on you for a long time.” 
 He then gently leans even closer, his thumbs wiping your tears softly, his eyes never leaving yours as the sincerity in his words weighing all of your worries and everything in the world down. There’s only you and him existing in this very moment. 
“It’s not.” You chuckle, but you can’t stop crying. “I still really want to kiss you right now.” You whisper, intentionally dropping your voice, hoping he wouldn’t catch it. 
 But he does. 
 The after-taste of cigarettes and toxic chemicals would kill you both, but you’d be lying if you didn’t say that it feels reassuring and nice to be kissed passionately and have your feelings reciprocated under the moonlight of the busy city. And you both consume each other hungrily, as if it’ll be the last moment on earth, before everything crumbles and breaks you both apart. 
 But there’s no other place you’d rather be at, as the world becomes blurry to you with his lips exploring yours, and you feel optimistic about the days you’ll get to spend with him far ahead with the sky full of small constellations and a romantic music playing at the background, making the moment more romantic than ever. 
 And you both wouldn’t trade the world for any other thing than being right in this moment. 
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choiwonder · 11 months
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APRIL 20 . PARK JONGSEONG
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tw/cw ༝ 0.7k wc, profanity, very fluffy!!! established relationship, slight teasing, kisses for jay!!!! mwah mwah, uses the pet name sweetheart, soft jongseong hours, happy late birthday jay!!!!!
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jay was never the type for birthdays. his excitement dwindled down for each year that swung on by. usually, he’d just buy himself a mini cake or a dozen donuts from krispy kreme as a minor celebration but with you around this time, it seems his plans of another uneventful birthday had gone down the shitter.
since the first day of april, it was the nonstop tormenting of asking what he’d like to do for his birthday, what did he like to eat? did he want any gifts? you were so curious to know but was left with witty responses, simply shrugging off the idea of a plan.
but today was the day. his birthday. waking up this morning, jay expected an empty bedside. you had work and jay demanded various times for you not to take the day off. his eyes are barely open, sighing as he pats all around his bed, searching for his phone in hopes of sending you a good morning text.
however, though it’s never a major occurrence, there are a few things that jay didn’t expect this morning. one: to be burned by a liquid sitting on his vanity that causes him to seethe, “fuck,” he whispers to himself, sitting up from bed rather quickly. two: to see a note in your handwriting, ‘for when you wake up <3 let’s enjoy your day.’ three: a tray filled with breakfast items that were still suspiciously warm.
and last but certainly not least, four: you slipping in the bedroom, with a cake in hand.
he’s truly attempting to collect his thoughts, even blinking to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, “what’re you doing here?”
“it’s your birthday…?” you scoff, tilting your head as if the answer was obvious, “why else would i be here?”
he scratches his scalp, brain still foggy from the early morning, “what happened to work?”
“i requested the day off.”
“…i thought i told you not to do that.”
you roll your eyes, hoping for him to be better spirited rather than acting like the grinch. you ignore his statement, standing closer to the edge of the bed, “make a wish and blow out your candles.”
“i’m not five,” his face scrunches.
“do it.”
“you can’t be serious…”
you look at him, furrowing your brows as you hold the cake up. oh my god, you’re being serious. he huffs, succumbing to your command. aiding in holding the dessert up, his lips form into an ‘o’ but you cover his mouth.
“make a wish first.” why? he almost dares to ask but sees the threatening look in your eyes, giving up in retaliation.
“oh my god, i hate you,” he closes his eyes for a few seconds, making a wish just like you asked.
“now blow.”
and he does, earning a light ‘yay’ from you.
“good boy,” you grin, squeezing his cheek, ignoring the fact he pushes your hand away, “see? that wasn’t so hard. what’d you wish for?” you set the cake beside the tray, crawling over him to lay on your side of the bed.
“for you to kiss my ass,” he answers swiftly.
he was hopeless but you stuck by his side nevertheless. rolling your eyes, you point at the food tray, “eat your food.”
“are you my mom?”
you pinch his thigh, ignoring the hiss he makes, “i made it for you! eat it.”
“jesus christ,” he pulls the tray from the vanity, settling it over his lap.
the first item he reached for was the bacon. with one delicious bite, leads to multiple, jay silently eating the entirety of the dish you make.
he may complain about your actions and what you say but moments like these where he basks in what you’ve done for him, he understands why he wants to be with you.
“good?” you tilt your head, eyes focusing on him drinking the coffee.
jay hums, setting the tray back on the vanity. he turns, hand cupping your cheek, thumb pacing back and forth on the skin, “thank you,” he mouths, initially settling for a small peck but couldn’t help the movement his lips made against yours.
it’s warm and smooth — just like the coffee you made. it’s difficult to not smile against his scarred lip, straddling his lap when he pulls you closer to him. it’s unfortunate, but jay takes a breath, bowing his head to rest it against your chest. you coarse your fingers through his hair, kissing the middle of his scalp, “happy birthday, jay.”
“thank you, sweetheart… i mean it.”
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blue-jisungs · 6 months
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a/n. i genuinely think i can’t scream?? lkke it makes me too self aware of my voice lmao but sometimes when i’m home alone i’ll let out like a random scream it’s so goofy please tell me i’m not alone
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[ 7:39pm ] there’s comforting silence in the apartment, vernon laying on his bed with hands intertwined on his stomach. he zoned out, has been staring at the wall for a while now and completely missed the sound of your chaotic footsteps pacing around. suddenly, there’s a random scream.
a scream that felt like ripped out from the deepest corners of your lungs. the sound filled and echoed through the house, bouncing off the walls.
then, you appear in the doorway and lock eyes with unbothered vernon.
“you okay?” nevertheless, he asks. but he knows it was kind of a scream that had to be let out anyway, some day.
“yeah. just…” you sigh and plop on the bed, causing vernon to move on the mattress as if he was made out of jelly. a smile blooms on his face.
“i get it” he hums and moves one hand on top of your head, ruffling your hair “i so get it”
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Exo as husbands pls
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Exo as husbands
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Suho
The proud husband
To put it simply, this man would do anything for you
If you need something, he will get it
If you’re hungry, he will cook
If you’re tired, he will be your mattress
The moment you became his wife, he sole purpose was you
Likes to talk about you to Exo-l's
As he is the leader of the group, you have become a older sibling type figure to the fans
Which he loves
Date nights together consist of old movies on the sofa with a bottle of red
Likes to sit and reminisce over your wedding photo's
He would just be an amazing husband
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Xiumin
The cute husband
He's just a squishy squish
He doesn't really act any different as a husband to when he was your boyfriend
He still teases you
Plus will do anything to put a smile on your face
He will happily do all the cleaning
Because according to him, you do it wrong
As we know, Xiumin likes to drink so I think dates would be a karaoke bar, with you both drunkenly screaming Whitney Houston's 'I will always love you' into a microphone/empty bottle
Always makes you breakfast in bed
You are literally his best friend and being with you is his favourite pastime
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Baekhyun
The crazy husband
I wouldn't know whether to say Congrats or good luck
He is a tornado with a beautiful voice and handsome face
But still a tornado
He is also a clingy boy
So expect lots of cuddles/headlocks
Knows how to cheer you up when you're not feeling so great
Expect lots of butterfly kisses to the face
Loves to go long drives with you, just listening to music and talking about life
He's just your number one fan and will make sure you always have a smile on your face
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Chanyeol
The protective husband
If you're going out with friends or at a work event, he will be your personal taxi driver
Always making sure you're ok
Also the type to tease you, in a loving way though
Likes to take you on spontaneous dates
He loves to stroke your hair whilst you sleep and looks lovingly at his wedding ring
It fills him with a sense of pride when he does
Loves how your lips feel against his skin
Can’t actually go a whole day without a kiss from you
Marriage with Chanyeol would be filled with loving moments
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Kyungsoo
The attentive husband
Actions speak louder than words
Kyungsoo's love language is his actions
He will always make sure you have eaten or that you are hydrated
At first it confused you, like you have managed to survive this long
Then the reality hits you, he’s trying to take care of you
Listens intently to whatever you have to say
Has had the same background on his phone for years and it’s from the day you met
Can’t stand to see you sad
It breaks him inside
Will provide advise whenever you need it
Though he doesn’t always say it, you’re everything to him
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Kai
The affectionate husband
He kisses you and holds you any chance he gets
He knew you were his before marriage
But now it’s like official and legal
So he has to show you every chance he can that he loves you
Expect to come home and find the lights dimmed and candles lit
The faint sound of your wedding song playing in the background
Kai would take your hand and pull you close to dance with you
Why am I giggling and kicking my feet rn
He likes to watch the stars with you
Whilst talking about your future
He will do anything to show you how real and unwavering his love is
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Sehun
The Impulsive husband
‘Sighs’
You only have yourself to blame for this
You knew what you were getting into and you’re not getting any sympathy from me
You’re now married to someone who I can only imagine has a circus living inside his head
He’s always down to do something fun
Your dates consist of paint-balling and silent discos
Always knows how to cheer you up when you’re having a bad day
I can imagine him being quite a heated kisser
He doesn’t like to sleep alone so he wraps his entire body round you like an octopus
He’s like the worst nurse when you feel sick
But you appreciate the effort
I don’t know why but Sehun just gives me feral vibes
Like it wouldn’t shock me if he lived wild in the jungle like Tarzan
But being with you gives him the sense of home he’s always wanted
You are his world
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Lay
The doting husband
Be prepared to be treated like a queen
He has waited for the moment to call you his wife
Now that it’s official he can’t wait to be the husband he has always dreamed of being
Expect long talks into the night
He plans he whole future around you
You’re literally his one and only
Constantly sends pictures to the exo group chat of your travels as a married couple
Wants to show you off every chance he gets
Will sit and write songs about you
Every fibre of his being is you and your happiness
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taegyuun · 2 years
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jealous jungwon
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pairing: jungwon x reader
request: can u please do a jungwon jealous head canon ?
word count: 0.7k
genre: fluff, protective jungwon lols
warnings: probs swearing
notes: hi everyone! as you know, i haven’t written in a long long long time, and i was originally meant to post something for sunoo (which i’m still planning to) but for some reason this just sparked instant ideas and i really wanted to write it, so here it is. super sorry for my absence and i hope you enjoy!
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alrighty
honestly speaking, i don’t think jungwon would get jealous very often, he’s the leader of enhypen and understands that everyone is their own person and he understands your character and personality
so he doesn’t really ever feel jealousy because he understands you and isn’t insecure about your guys’ relationship
however, he gets incredibly protective
i’m not sure why but i just imagine him as someone who is naturally almost idk possessive
like not in a harmful and negative way
but in a way of, “i love you so much and i care for you so deeply i’d risk my life for you”
but whenever he does get jealous, its like kinda a big deal
like he doesn't get jealous for some willy nilly reasons, he's mature yknow
so when he does get upset, i’d say its quite serious
like lets say you’re at some party together and youre talking to a small group of people but a specific person took a liking to you
not in a malicious way and trying to break you and jungwon up or anything 
they just weren't aware of your relationship status
but yeah anyway, you'd be talking to this person and practically spent the entire night with them, thinking you had made a new friend
obviously jungwon isn't some weirdo who doesn't let you make new friends, but the fact that this person was practically drooling over you and hadn't left your side for longer than 10 minutes irked him just slightly 
what annoyed him a tad more was that you didn’t seem to notice or at least ignored the fact that the person was all over you
he wasn’t about to blame you for the persons interest in you, but damn, couldn’t the kid just take a damn hint
at one point, he just got bored of seeing them drool over you and realised you hadn’t taken their actions as anything else but being nice and welcoming to you, clearly wanting to make a new friend
yeah wanting to make a new friend my ass 
he’d kinda just rock up to you guys and raise his brow at the other person in a “what are you doing” manner as if the person was acting like an absolute fool and causing second hand embarrassment 
honestly i think he’d be kinda scary when he’s jealous/protective
you notice a new presence next to you and look up, only to notice jungwon
“oh hey baby, i was wondering where you went”
jungwon smiled back in reply and kissed the crown of your head while interlacing your hands together, before making eye contact with the person stood in front of the both of you
the look on their face almost made jungwon laugh out loud as he tried to conceal a snicker 
“oh yeah, i wanted to introduce you to someone-” before you could even get your full sentence out and introduce your brand new friend to jungwon, he cut you off with a firm squeeze of your interlaced hands
“no need darling, we wont need to make any introductions, its our time anyway.”
you didn’t really question him other than raise your brows slightly, but because jungwon rarely acted like this, cold and straight forward with his words, you understood there was something going on and just gently nodded your head
you waved a small bye to the person you had spent most of the night with, with a small smile as you saw them curtly nod your way and head a different direction
“what was that all about won? they were really nice to me all night you know? i thought you would’ve liked them”
“hmm maybe i would if they weren’t trying to go after my s/o”
the surprised look on your face almost made jungwon pull his hand out of yours and facepalm
“how on earth did you not realise that they were flirting with you practically the entire night?”
“i don’t know, i thought they just wanted someone to hang out with” you shrugged your shoulders as jungwon swung an arm around them with a smile and a shake of his head at your nice nature
“why don’t you spend the rest of the night with me then, hmm? i think i deserve some of your time after you left me for them” he’d be pouting while saying all of this, obviously to wind you up, not really minding that you did your own thing
you’d look up at him and roll your eyes before placing a kiss on his cheek and watching his eyes light up even more as if that was possible, and a pale pink blush spread across his cheeks
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io6nha · 1 year
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ぬ̳ ‣ PAIRING ♡% !ㅤㅤnon-idol! jake x reader
ぬ̳ ‣ SYNOPSIS ♡% !ㅤㅤlast night was crazy, but waking up next to a pretty boy like jake sounds even crazier
ぬ̳ ‣ GENRE ♡% !ㅤㅤfluff ?? gives off kinda domestic vibes
ぬ̳ ‣ WORD COUNT ♡% !ㅤㅤ336
ぬ̳ ‣ WARNINGS ♡% !ㅤㅤnone
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you stir from your sleep, feeling an arm snake around your waist and someones’ breath hitting your neck. the room was quite cold but the person next to you was providing you enough warmth to make you feel comfortable and at ease. your head was starting to ache from all the drinks that you’ve downed last night. slowly opening your eyes, you realize that you weren’t home. ‘who’s place is this?’ you thought to yourself, brows furrowed as the room didn’t seem familiar. none of your friends surely had a sports-related trophy cabinet. your clothes were also different; you were sure you were wearing a red dress last night, but now, you were wearing a black oversized top.
you decided to turn and face the person beside you, and seeing his face made you remember the things that had happened before you two fell asleep. the memories you’ve recalled brought heat to your face, making your cheeks red. ‘he’s so good looking up close. last night did no justice for his face.’ you thought to yourself, combing your fingers through his blonde dyed hair. “let’s stay like this for a bit more,” jake, the guy beside you whose name you can finally remember, spoke, snuggling closer to you. “mhm, okay,” you agreed, closing your eyes and wishing for your hangover to go away.
after a few minutes, you spoke out as you slowly sat up as the headache was just getting worse. “jake, my head really hurts… do you have any advil?” jake, who was laying on top of you was quick to get up and run outside of his room, only to come back holding a tray with a cup of water and advil in it. “here,” he placed it in front of you, as he sat beside you. “just lay down, i’ll cook us breakfast,” jake spoke out, patting your head. “also, i never got the chance to ask for your number last night. here, put it in.” he added, handing you his phone.
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unique-high · 8 months
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[2:37 am] Namjoon x blk fem reader
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I wanna eat pancakes for dinner. I wanna get stuck in your head.
Namjoon taps his pen on the pages of his notebook while he watched you moved about your tiny kitchen making pancakes. He did a doodle of you in the corner of the pages flipping a pancake and the pancake landing on your face. He wanted pancakes for dinner with you tonight. You were the best at making them since you worked at a pancake cafe downtown.
Lately, for Namjoon, things started to change when he looked at you. He thought of you a lot these days, more in ways than a friend shouldn't. Even wrote songs and poems about you that he would never share.
He wonders if he ever got stuck in your head the way you were stuck in his. He would compare you to a million things, but his favorite one being: “She's like lilacs blooming in the spring.”
Namjoon found lilacs comforting with their pretty smell, and you were no different from the lilacs. Whenever he needed comfort, he would run to you. He liked how his body would curve into yours when he finally hugged you and cried until his soul was empty, and he liked how your voice was soft and felt like summer.
You and Namjoon ate pancakes at the dining table. Namjoon had maple syrup dripping from his lips. You reached across the table with a napkin cleaning his mouth. “You've always been a messy eater.” You smiled at him.
Namjoon chokes on a piece of pancake only because he was taken aback by your smile. When did her smile become so pretty? He thought.
Namjoon wanted to say something, but he was afraid of saying the wrong thing and crossing lines he shouldn't.
But you were his friend and what could it hurt by telling you: “Y/n, your smile, It's really pretty like you.” Namjoon cringed at how corny it might have sounded. He stuffed pieces of pancakes into his mouth to avoid saying anything else.
You liked it, though. How he thought you were pretty. He noticed how you tried to hide your new smile by putting your head down a bit so he wouldn't see. He thinks it's cute.
A/N: I do take requests as long as it isn't anything smut. 😭
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enbyjjunie · 7 months
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[16:22]
you were a mess of drool, sweat and tears as san finally granted you a small break in between all the fucking and touching he had been doing the last hours. he had promised you a whole day of all the pleasure you could wish for as an apology of having had to work so much. you had told him that he didn't have anything to apologise for and that you knew about his relationship to his work before you entered a relationship with him, but you never said no to the day he'd promised you.
"you're such an incredible little slut for me, so perfect," san cooed at you while adding another line to the tally he had started at the start of the day. he waited for the temporary ink from the marker to dry before affectionately smoothing his thumb over it, "you've given me 5 of your orgasms already... your body was made for me to pleasure," a shudder ran through you and your hips bucked a little. with the promise of a pleasure-filled day your body had started getting excited the second the promise had been made and now you couldn't get enough. he laughed at you, starting as a sweet endeared laugh but soon turned mean; "you just can't get enough, can you? you little whore. and here i was, being so considerate and giving you a break. i should've known better; you need my cock in you at all times..." he leaned down while holding eye contact, making sure you were staring into his dark eyes as he spoke; "are you feeling empty?" you had no dignity left to keep sacred, nodding the second he'd asked the question, moving your spent legs to try and wrap them around him once again, pulling his hips closer in a plea for him to fill you with his thick cock yet again.
he placed his hand over your neck, where he had written something like "mute button", you weren't quite sure. he'd told you when he wrote it but since you couldn't see it and you had... other things to think about, it had slipped your mind. what hadn't slipped your mind was what he had written in big, bold letters just above your crotch; SAN'S PROPERTY. you could see it if you just looked down and every time you did, you could feel yourself getting even more turned on.
"focus, sweetie," you could feel some slaps on your face, not harsh but definitely not something you could just ignore. "aww, is your mind drifting further and further away? have i fucked you stupid yet?" you scanned his face and nodded, to which he chuckled under his breath. "well, apparently not, since you're still mindful enough to understand what i'm saying and even answer my question. guess i just have to work harder." and with that he pushed inside you yet again with a force that knocked the wind out of you. if you weren't absolutely sloppily wet from all sorts of fluids, he would've torn you in half. he laughed at your expression; your tongue having fallen out of your mouth as your head had lolled to the side, drool dripping down to the, already wet, sheets. "that's it, we'll get you stupid on my dick, don't worry, my little cock-junkie."
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twisted-tales-of-all · 7 months
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[16:22]
You weren't expecting him home for at least another hour, and you definitely weren't expecting them to finish early. They never finish work early. It's luck if they even finish on time. But hearing the door open and shut while you were in the bath could only mean that they managed a miracle.
"Y/N, I'm home~!" Seungmin's light and airy call brings as much serenity to your ears as the warm water is giving your body.
"I'm in the bath." You call, much too relaxed to get out.
Reaching the bathroom door, you hear him hesitate to walk in, so you call to him, asking for a kiss hello. He walks in with a bright smile painting his face, excitedly explaining why things went so quickly today. Leaning over the tub, he places a kiss upon your forehead before lifting your chin slightly to kiss your lips. He smiles as the kiss ends, a habit you learned he does whenever he initiates.
"Would you like to join? It's warm; it'll be amazing after work, I'd think." You suggest, your thoughts mostly melted away by the warmth and flowery scents of the bath.
Watching him as he stands up straight, you catch the flush on his face and wonder if he's overheating, but asking him only makes him more embarrassed.
Although normally direct, Seungmin stumbles over his response, "You want... to bathe together? Just sit naked together?"
It takes a second, but it clicks in your head that the poor boy's head probably filled with lewd thoughts when you were simply offering him a nice bath. You nod, saying that you'd like to spend the extra time with him without having to get out. Shaking his head free of the thoughts, he agrees, and you spend some time in the bath together, silently enjoying each other's presence.
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oddent · 9 months
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[8:15 AM] h.jisung x gn!latin@!reader [idol au]
“y/n.”
“¿que paso amor?” you ask groggily.
he makes a bewildered face. you know he’s confused without having to glance but you’re too tired to try and look at him. instead, you keep your eyes closed and snuggle into your pillow once more.
“y/n,” he tries again.
“¿que?” you ask again, maybe a little frustrated.
he frowns, basically pouting, “i don’t know what that means!”
“i’m saying what,” you translate, hoping he gets on with what he wants because you really want to sleep and you have a heavy schedule in a few hours.
“oh,” he stares at your messy hair, “i’m hungry!”
“well order something,” you grunt.
“but i wanted to make breakfast!”
“then make it.”
“with you!”
“ai Dios,” you groan, rolling over to finally squint at his sitting figure.
he looks adorable, cheeks puffy from a nights sleep and hair all ruffled up. you know he’s trying to spend quality time with you, as much as he can before the two of you part ways for weeks. it’s been amazing, these past two days. a peaceful, chill routine that neither of you really want to get out of.
but today is the last day for that. half day, really.
you sigh, knowing you would regret not giving in.
“vamos pues,” you say as you sit up as well.
“i’m going to guess that’s a yes,” he says as he watches you get up and walk about with stars in his eyes.
“yup,” you grab your phone from the night stand, frowning at the hour before leaning in to give him a peck on the lips.
he giggles silently, grinning at how well you read him. he quickly follows you to the restroom, ready to spend whatever time the two of you have.
as he leans into your shoulder while brushing his teeth, you know you would risk anything to see him smile as well as him by your side for as long as possible.
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songmingisthighs · 5 months
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[18.18] hongjoong × reader (m)
⇀ you wanted the best for your boyfriend on his birthday. thank god you know how
⇁ happy birthday captain!
genre : smut
warning : mdni explicit smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex (no latex no go), public sex, sex toy (butt plug), mention of multiple sex scenes (?)
wc : 1.4k
For Hongjoong's birthday, you had planned the perfect evening for him, something low-key but still fancy someplace subtle but trendy. You had nailed Hongjoong's birthday and you were so proud of yourself and you told people about it.
Which was why it was weird that you were nowhere to be seen.
People wanted to compliment you and wish Hongjoong a happy birthday and it had been a while since you were gone. Hongjoong was still around and he was last seen talking to Yunho before disappearing.
Little did they know, Hongjoong had made you slip away to rendezvous in the small single bathroom.
The event going on outside with people dressing to the 9 did not reflect the filth Hongjoong was doing to you.
"That's it," he smirked down at you, hand carelessly threading through your hair before gripping some harshly, causing you to choke on Hongjoong's cock that he shoved down your throat. "You love my cock, don't you, baby?" Looking up from your lashes, you could only let out a muffled moan as an answer. The sound tickled Hongjoong's ears just right and with the desire of wanting to hear more of it, he held your head in its place by your hair while thrusting his hips so far that his pubic bone made contact with your nose. "This might be the best birthday yet, baby, thank you so much. Can you show me my present again?"
Detaching your mouth from his cock, you wiped your drool with the back of your hand before standing up, letting your dress unbunch from your hips which was meaningless because when you turned around, you bent over and flipped your skirt up your ass anyway. Hongjoong's tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, staring at your skimpy, frilly white underwear with a heart cutout that revealed your asscheeks and puckered hole with a red jewel on the buttplug nestled securely. The cherry on top (pun unintended) for Hongjoong however was the word 'Property of Kim Hongjoong' just underneath the band.
"Beautiful," he exhaled shakily before grabbing you by the waist and pulling the underwear down to your knees and shoved his hard-on without warning. Your body reeled forward from the impact, and your cheek and chest were forcefully pressed onto the cool surface of the door. You didn't even have the time to yelp because everything happened out of the blue and all at once. Though you know perfectly well how rough of a lover Hongjoong is, it always made you feel overwhelmed in the best way ever. It was indescribable and it always left you breathless because you knew that the underlying reason to his rather harsh treatment was his absolute possessiveness of you and you loved it. It was the foundation of your birthday present which was basically yourself. It wasn't like you weren't his before but to have his name on you, practically branded on his birthday made him felt somewhat powerful.
"You're the best, you know that?" Hongjoong attached his lips on your neck and began peppering kisses all over your warm skin, trying to hold himself back from actually giving you hickeys no matter how much he wanted to argue that he should be able to do whatever he wanted on his birthday. "Tell me you're mine," he whimpered right into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, "F-fuck," you stuttered, trying to push yourself off the door so your cheek wouldn't be smushed as it prevented you from talking clearly but it was hard because Hongjoong had his chest on your back, "I'm yours Hongjoong, fuck! I'm your birthday present, did you not see my panties? I'm your property, I'm yours to use however and wherever you want me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, show me how much I'm yours!" your hand flew to your mouth to silent your pathetic voice because there were still people on the other side of the door. You were sure the door was shaking along with the movements from both of your bodies, but you couldn't care less. Not when Hongjoong's cock was rearranging your guts and reaching places and sending you shockwaves of pleasure. Let the people outside hear how much Hongjoong was enjoying his birthday present.
If the pleasure was amazing for you, it was overwhelmingly perfect for Hongjoong because not only did you manage to get him the perfect gift, but you had managed to somehow set the ambience that enhanced his libido. If that was even possible. The people he loves, the panties, the birthday event, the butt plug, the way you made him the king of the day, the risky bathroom sex. The only thing better is if he had a ring for you. Cock or wedding, either or both, he wouldn't complain.
Secretly, Hongjoong was hoping that your voice could still be heard past the hustle and bustle of people outside but he'd settle from people freaking over the shaking door. The smirk on his face could not be held back at the thought of people thinking that there was an earthquake just from the rattle of the hinges. It was an over-exaggeration but he deserved to be cocky considering he single-handedly fucked you hard enough that your eyes rolled back, head lolled to his shoulder and spit dribbled down the side of your chin. HE had to take a picture of your face somehow.
"I'm going to stuff you and you better keep them all in because I will check your filthy cunt when we get home, you hear me? I fucked you this morning, I fucked you during my birthday party, and I will fuck you tonight and you only get to cum once the clock strikes 12.01 because you made sure that today is my day," he chuckled darkly. This was why you love sex with Hongjoong because he could be so romantically mean, it made you crave more. It made you crave his approval. So you nodded frantically, whispering promises that you won't cum and you will keep his cum in your cunt for safekeeping until when you two get home. Your cunt clenched at the way Hongjoong was speaking to you and Hongjoong felt his chest tightened, liking how your walls fluttered around him.
The promise of Hongjoong filling you up hung in the air together with pornographic sounds made by your and his vocal cords and the sloppiness of your cunt being abused by his hard dick. The tip continuously kissed your cervix and his length rubbed your gummy walls just right that you hated yourself for promising to not cum. You knew that if he didn't cum soon, you'd break your promise and risk being punished by Hongjoong. Which was fine because it would ultimately lead to your pussy being stuffed until it leaked and your body used like a sex toy but you didn't want to anger him.
Thankfully, Hongjoong's body stiffened, the muscles of his thighs tensed up and his body hunched over yours as he filled your cunt with his warm release. It took everything in your to not cum with him, your will solidified with the help of your fists that balled on the door and your brain continuously reminding yourself that something better will come was waiting by the end of the day. It didn't help that Hongjoong pulled his cock absurdly slow, enjoying every single tight graze and drops of semen running down your cunt in beads, trying his best not to let too much out.
You both were simply enjoying yourselves as your breaths slowed down, even syncing. Sex was one thing and the aftercare is a whole other story. The harshness during sex was balanced by soft, gentle, and slow grazes and touches during aftercare when he helped clean you up, wanting to help you look presentable with just a hint of 'my boyfriend snapped my spine in twain'.
The silence was cut by awkward knocks on the door that made you yelp out of surprise and body slamming onto Hongjoong's which thankfully he held so as to not let you two fall.
"I'm sorry to bother you two," Mingi awkwardly cleared his throat from the other side of the door, "B-but people were asking about the cake and San is trying to hold Wooyoung from actually stealing the damn thing," he said quickly, followed by rushed steps quickly sounding further.
You were embarrassed beyond belief but the birthday boy was just grinning. Being caught by his friend fucking his girlfriend might be a nightmare for some people. But some people aren't Kim Hongjoong.
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ex!sunghoon who you have an on and off relationship with since your high school days and you can’t seem to let each other go, even in college. Your friends are visibly annoyed at how you wouldn’t drop him every time you complained to them, saying that you’ll definitely drop him because all you guys did was destroy each other but you never seem to do as you said anyway. 
ex!sunghoon who becomes your sneaky link and who lets you stay over at his place and vice versa. But every time that happens, you think he’s lingering into your life like a ghost because there’s no trace of the Park Sunghoon you used to know anymore, who is soundly sleeping next to you. 
ex!sunghoon who always says that he’s no good for you and you both are aware that the relationship drags on longer than necessary. It has become to the point that you both are unsure of where you’re standing at this particular point of your relationship with him. 
ex!sunghoon who always claims you’re too emotional but it’s not your fault that you never have a stable relationship with anybody beside him and you showed your vulnerability (part of the reason why you still keep him around). You know you’re tugging at his sleeve and you wear your heart out proudly, but you don’t want to lose the only romantic lover who knows you inside and out. 
ex!sunghoon who always has sad eyes and everything he said is a blatant lie that he whispers into your ears to get away with his wrongdoings but you cast it aside because you love the pain and you’re addicted to this cycle of the torturing love you both share. 
ex!sunghoon who kisses you like you mean something once you both are alone and you could’ve mistaken the intimacy as his confession of his real affection that comes true, but he’s too quick to tell you goodbye once you both are done for the day and left his place, feeling more hollow and emptier each time you did just that. 
ex!sunghoon who knows that what you’re doing is practically self destructive and both self harm but he doesn’t stop you. It feels as good for you as it does for him, but it also kills him that your presence will never hold a long longevity, which is something he wanted from you. He knows that you just need someone who knows you so sickeningly well that you don’t need to explain yourself, while preparing that one day you’ll no longer be in his life anymore. 
ex!sunghoon who is aware that your love will never be permanent and he knows you’re gonna leave. But he’ll let you do as you pleased, until you’re finally snapped and walk out on him, even if it hurts him and he wishes he can say ‘I love you’ to you. 
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A/N: the quickest thing I’ve ever written in my entire life. reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!
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thevampywolf · 9 months
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[11:54pm]
Genre: husband!Chan, fluff
Warnings: none
Request: no
Characters: Chan, Y/N
Cold induced burning.
That was the sensation Y/N felt whenever she laid in her husband's arms after a long day. She wasn't sure entirely what it was; perhaps it was a deathly combination of both mental and physical exhaustion that seemed to freeze her body and turn her into a solid block of ice. She was so cold and Chan was so hot … the mix was painful, but the sort of pain that Y/N seemed to crave at every moment of the day.
When she finally fell into their bed after a strenuous day, Y/N shivered violently. Even the bedsheets on her side were crisp with bitter cold; he was relieved when barely a second later Chan slid towards her and immediately slid his arms around her waist. Her trembling momentarily increased, and she winced. The man's fingers felt like bands of fire as they settled over her stomach, his arms burning vices when they secured their hold over her. She gasped, the sensation of her husband's delicious heat intoxicating. It was almost as though he was thawing the chill inside of her, melting the ice in her veins. And she was putty in his hands, letting him hold her the way he wanted to.
Y/N curled her hands around Chan's fingers, tucking herself even further into the soft hollow of his body that had moulded itself around hers. Every inch of Chan's skin against hers was almost sizzling, and Y/N wasn't entirely sure if she could hear the sound in question or not. But she leaned further back into him, relishing in the comfort his torso was providing her. Her head was secure under the tilt of his chin, and when Chan's lips pressed tender kisses to the side of her neck, Y/N's entire body ignited with a flurry of goosebumps.
Chan tangled his legs with hers, his hands gently caressing her stomach, her jaw, her sides; he used his fingers to slowly massage his wife's body. She hummed against him, nuzzling further into the duvet and into the curve of his arms. She was already beginning to doze off, the steady drum of Chan's heartbeat tapping against her back and minging with her own. She lowered her head and gently kissed the man's hands before shutting her eyes, Chan's kisses following her into sleep.
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