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celestinqs · 11 months

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[ 06:35 ]

✿ synopsis: in which you interrupt your boyfriend’s morning routine. ✿ pairing: boyfriend! yoon jeonghan x fem! reader ✿ word count: 847 ✿ warnings: suggestive, implied sex, kissing, lowercase intended. . .( let me know if i missed anything ) minors dni! ✿ author's note: hi lovelies, this is my first posted work, so i cannot promise that it is good, but i hope that you enjoy reading! feedback is appreciated. love, lina !

the room was enveloped in a soft, dim glow, as the light from the connected bathroom delicately illuminated your complexion. jeonghan, attempting to minimize any noise or disturbance, switched on the light with careful movements. however, the flowing sounds of sink water as he began brushing his teeth abruptly pulled you into a state of consciousness. slowly opening your eyes, you were greeted by the gentle hue cast by the bathroom light, feeling a sense of confusion as you wondered where your boyfriend had disappeared to.

in the reflection of the bathroom mirror, jeonghan observed as you stirred awake, your face displaying a mix of bewilderment. "good morning, pretty girl," he mumbled, gaining your attention, toothbrush still in his mouth.

the name "pretty girl" awoke something inside of you. "you know you can’t say stuff like that to me when i first wake up." you groaned, until your eyes met him through the mirror, causing your heart to skip a beat again upon seeing your boyfriend's appearance. suddenly feeling embarrassed as you realized jeonghan had witnessed your face reddening, you swiftly turned away, burying your blushing expression beneath the comforter. your cheeks grew even warmer as you heard jeonghan's gentle laughter, prompting you to peek out from under the covers and find him watching you, a fond smile adorning his face.

your boyfriend had always been handsome, a fact acknowledged by everyone, himself included. but there was something about his appearance in the early morning that stirred indescribable feelings within you, emotions you were too bashful to confess. he looked angelic amidst the soft morning light, with his hair messily falling over his eyes. his sleepy gaze, still heavy with slumber, seemed to sparkle when he smiled. your heart fluttered every time you witnessed him like this.

jeonghan watched your reaction to the pet name in the reflection of the mirror. "stuff like what'?" he asked, knowing exactly what you were referring to, but he enjoyed the reaction that it gave you, thus he chuckled softly in amusement, finishing up his morning bathroom routine before approaching your side of the bed. crouching in front of you, he absentmindedly brushed his fingertips up and down your exposed arm, gently reminding you of his presence.

pulling the comforter from over your face, you turned back to face him, a pout taking over your expression. "jeonghannnnn..." you whined, a playful grin forming on his face.

"what's wrong?" he knew exactly what was bothering you, but he wanted you to admit it.

"can you give your girlfriend just five minutes?" you watched as his expression changed, contemplating his next move. "please?" you mirrored his movements, trailing your fingertips up and down his arm. he shivered in pleasure at your touch, and a warmth spread through your body as you observed his reaction.

"five minutes is never just five minutes."

"...and whose fault is that?" you quirked an eyebrow at him. “it’s not my fault that you always tease me.”

"you know i want this just as much as you do, but i have to be at practice in..." he tapped your phone screen on the nightstand next to him, checking the time displayed, "... twenty-five minutes."

"but it's saturday..." impatience took over as you became more handsy, your fingertips trailing from his arm down his chest, and under his shirt. he jolted a bit, your cold fingertips shocking his skin.

he gently grabbed your wrist in an attempt to stop you. "...and i have a comeback in two weeks." jeonghan also longed to cast aside his excuses. he desired to give in just as much as you did. "you know how hoshi and dino are; they won't accept anything less than perfection."

"fine, go to your practice." you eventually surrendered, groaning and turning away from him. "thankfully, i have other ways to satisfy myself."

you knew that jeonghan would not take that well. your response struck a chord within him. fortunately for you, jeonghan found it incredibly difficult to resist your desires, especially when what you desired was him.

"fine. five minutes," he relented, attempting to nudge you over to his side of the bed so he could get in beside you. taking you into his embrace, he peppered kisses along your face.

"that's all i was asking for," a smile spread across your face as you finally got what you desired. it always seemed to work out that way with jeonghan. it was simple: he couldn't resist you.

"you're insatiable, you know that, right?" he teased, and as he began to nip at your neck, a soft sigh escaped your lips.

"and yet, you still love me." you didn't resist as he shifted his position, hovering over you, a proud smirk adorning his features. he then leaned in to kiss you softly, but you pulled back before he caught your lips, "no kissing though. i haven't brushed my teeth yet. my breath probably smells."

"i don't care if your breath smells like death; just kiss me," he declared.

"how romantic," you muttered, teasingly, leaning in to meet his lips.

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mysafehaneul · 1 month

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Timestamp! Aquamarine Au!

Wonwoo x Reader

Part of this Series.

Angst, Hurt comfort, a child and a dog and some ice-cream.

TW: Mention of Chondrosarcoma.

12:31am:

You found yourself leaning against the kitchen counter, hands still gripping the smooth slab as you watched the water slowly dry in the sink. Your gaze was fixated on the droplets that fell and scattered; your fingertips still damp from washing your cup earlier.

The evening dress clung to your body, a reminder of the office event you had attended on behalf of your father. A wave of sadness washed over you, the ache in the lump of your throat intensifying as your eyes stung with unshed tears. Memories played in your head, and life didn't feel the same ever since you found out about

your father's diagnosis with Chondrosarcoma. The feeling of impending loss loomed over you, lurking in the corner, ready to impose itself on you at any moment.

It had been two days since you lost your appetite, preoccupied with your father's condition and the transition of the company's management. Meanwhile, Noel was away for the summer with Jeonghan and Victor and their son, and your daughter was about to start preschool. Everything seemed to be falling into place, yet the taste of the tea you had just drank still lingered on your tongue.

As you stood there lost in your thoughts, you felt sturdy yet careful footsteps approaching you. The familiar scent of his being, fresh from a pre-bed shower, reached you before his arms wrapped around your waist. His hot breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His lips left a tingling sensation as they moved to speak.

"Everything will be alright," he whispered, his voice a comforting reassurance in the midst of uncertainty.

You drew in a breath, feeling your chest constricted as your brows scrunched in distress. Despite your efforts to control your voice, it still came out tight. "My father is dying, Won. What could possibly become alright?"

"Y/N," Wonwoo stood straight, pulling you closer to his chest as his hand gently caressed the top of your head, your head now resting against his shoulder. "Don't say that. You know I talked with Doctor Jung, and he's hopeful that there is still a chance. If we go forward with the treatment, then he can…"

"I know that, but at what cost, Wonwoo?" Your voice shook, tears streaming down your face. "He's 70 years old, and he refuses it. He says he'd rather live out his days than lease them in exchange for pain. And I don't understand what's wrong with my mother that she's supporting him in this."

Your knees wobbled, but Wonwoo tightened his grip, carefully sitting down on the floor with his legs crossed and placing your shaking body on his lap. He pressed kisses on top of your head, then nuzzled his forehead against your back, his heart breaking at seeing you like this – his strong wife who always pushed through no matter what hurdles life threw at her.

"How can they be so selfish? Why didn't they think of me? Doesn't what I want matter?"

"Your points are valid, Y/N, and I know that," Wonwoo began, gently removing your hand from your face to look at you, providing reassurance. Mascara ran down your eyes, leaving a trace in its wake, and your lipstick was slightly smudged. The sight made him hate himself for being unable to take away your pain.

With downcast eyes, you spoke, your voice filled with childlike innocence that left no doubt that even though your daughter took after him, she inherited all her mannerisms from you. "But I need my father. I'll always need my father. I can't fathom the day where I pick up my phone and dial his number, and he won't be there to pick up after the second ring and tell me, 'Don't worry, I'll take care of it,' Wonwoo. I hate to think about it. Even a thought like that makes me feel like someone has taken the roof off my head and left me in a room surrounded by walls."

Wonwoo could feel a lump arising in his throat as well. He reached out to kiss your tears, but you moved your head and buried your face in the crook of his neck, circling your arms tightly around him. He shut his eyes and did the same.

"Why do I have to be the one always losing people around me? Why can't I–"

"Please don't finish that sentence, please, Y/N," his voice wobbled as he tightened his embrace.

You let your emotions take over, and the sobs soon turned into silent tears. During that time, your husband silently rocked you, rubbing your back and planting kisses periodically. You didn't know how long you both sat there, but the night had surely grown darker, and his hair was dry.

When his voice hushed, "There will be times when life makes us realize that our mortality is the ultimate and unescapable fact. Thus, it makes it necessary for us to live it while we can. Instead of crying, fighting, and complaining, I think you should spend time with your father and make the most out of it so that you don't have any regrets again about the things unsaid and the opportunity to make new memories with him and our kids."

You shook your head in understanding. "Okay."

"Okay."

You wiped your face with the back of your hand and moved away from his neck, his eyes trained on you with the same gaze as the night in London where he proposed to you.

"Since when did you become so philosophical?" you gave him a small smile.

Catching on to your attempt to lighten the mood, he said, "Just ever since I married this woman. You may know her very well. Or Maybe it's a girl-dad effect."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at his antics, a small smile gracing both of your lips. You leaned in and planted a kiss at the corner of his lips, pulling back as both of your foreheads rested against each other.

"Have faith, my love. Let's try and talk with him about the treatment together, hmm?"

"Hmm."

You took a breath as you were about to move off and go change your dress. The pitter-patter of small feet and four paws slowly rushed down the hall.

"You didn't put her to bed?" you asked, your eyes still closed. "I did," both of your heads still connected.

"Hush, Denny, you're making too much noise. You're gonna wake papa and mama up," the voice was now coming from the other side of the kitchen island as both of you were hidden from plain sight. "I am going to grab the chair and get the ice-cream, but don't bark, okay?"

"How is she going to move the chair?" you whispered to your husband.

"That's what I also want to know."

There was a little screech from the dragging on the floor, then a little huff resounded. "This is heavy," the cute voice concluded. There was silence for a few seconds when the patter against the floor resumed.

You both exchanged looks when Iris opened the pantry and brought out the kitchen step stool. With a look of triumph written across her face, she made her way to the other side of the kitchen where the fridge, as well as the two of you, were sitting, with Denny wagging his tail, giving the telltale sign that this was not the first time they were doing this and he was well aware of what was about to come.

"We wouldn't need this if Oppa were here," she said, looking at Denny, when you said, "Is that right?" making her startled and drop the tool. "Hello Iris, fancy seeing you here way past your bedtime."

Your daughter looked at you, then at her father, eyes widened. "Mama, Papa."

You raised your brows in acknowledgement, Wonwoo's failed suppressed chuckle slipping past. "What are you doing with that, baby girl?" he said.

She moved away from the tool and approached where both of you were sitting and said, "Papa, Denny woke me up and he wanted ice cream."

Wonwoo looked at you and then at Denny before amusing his daughter, "Is that right, Denny?" Denny, none the wiser, gave a bark.

"Well, if Denny wants it, then we can give it to him. You can go to bed."

"Noo," she yelped, then looked down and pouted. "So did I."

You and Wonwoo exchanged amused looks as he said, "Hmm, ice cream does sound like a good idea. What do you say, Mama?"

You couldn't help but chuckle as both of you got up. You wiped your face with the kitchen towel and reached out for the ice cream bowls.

When Iris asked, "What were you guys doing on the floor?"

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AN: I have an exam tomorrow but I am kinda sad, and can't take this scene out of my head, Its cringe might delete it later. I know I must focus on the cheol fic but ya know the same'ol writter's bloc. Wish me luck for my exam.

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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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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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moonhoures · 8 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 · 1 year

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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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wonusite · 10 months

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[7:51 PM]

thinking about besties jungkook and mingyu who are always there for you. who treat you so sweetly every time you see them. who always give you anything you ask for with the prettiest smiles on their faces. who act like their entire world revolves around you. who would do absolutely anything to have you in the way that they desire.

it’s not unusual for you to go over to mingyu and jungkook’s apartment after you go on a date. in fact, it’s more like a tradition at this point. what you fail to notice is that there’s something different about your usual protocol this time. maybe it’s because you’re still feeling giddy that for the first time in a long time, your date hadn’t been terrible. your two friends take notice of this immediately, and frankly, they don’t like it.

actually, they hate it.

“when are you going to let us meet him?” mingyu demands as jungkook cuddles into your side.

“uh—” you’re momentarily distracted by how your friend in nuzzling his face into your neck and tugging you closer so you’re practically on his lap. it takes you an embarrassing amount of time to finally look up at mingyu from where he’s standing and actually answer him.

“i think it’s too soon for us to meet each other’s friends—”

“but baby.” jungkook looks at you with his shimmering eyes that always make you weak. “how else will we know if he’s the right guy for you?”

you’re not sure how the sexual tension between the three of you got to this point, but it hardly matters anymore. all you can focus on now is how good it feels to have mingyu’s thick cock inside you while jungkook laps at your cunt. they’re both so eager in their movements, moaning and grunting like they finally received sweet relief.

“fuck,” jungkook groans as his tongue circles your throbbing clit. “look at you. dripping all over that cock like you can’t get enough.”

you can only let out a fucked out moan when mingyu’s thrusts start to get sharper and faster. his big hands are cupping your tits as his mouth licks and suck on your neck. it feels like you’re trapped in some blissful dream, but the way jungkook is keeping your spread open as mingyu fucks his cock into you reminds you that this is all too real.

“you like it that much, baby?” mingyu coos into your ear through a deep groan. “can’t get enough of this cock?”

you hear both men groan almost animalisticly when you cream all over mingyu’s cock with a loud moan. jungkook is quick to lick up all your release with a vigor that has you crying out his name. there’s a hunger in his eyes as he looks up at you that makes you clamp down on mingyu’s cock.

“gyu! want your cum!” you moan as they continue to pleasure you through your orgasm.

as always, your wish is their command. it only takes a few more pumps for mingyu to shoot his hot cum inside you, effectively painting every inch of your walls with his seed.

but they’re not done with you.

soon you find yourself licking the mixed releases off mingyu’s cock while jungkook pounds into you from behind. his thick dick is splitting you open so deliciously that all you can moan and whine around mingyu’s aching cock. jungkook grips your ass and spreads your cheeks to see how your tight cunt grips him and stains his cock with your cream.

“if you keep squeezing me like that, i’ll have to make a mess out of your little pussy.” jungkook groans as his hips start to snap, driving his cock deeper into you until it’s hitting your sweet spot. “fuck. that’s what you want isn’t it, baby? want me to stuff you full of my cum?”

you moan again and nod, slobbering all over mingyu’s throbbing cock as jungkook’s slick-coated balls hit your pulsing clit with every thrust.

“so cockhungry.” mingyu moans as he pets your hair. “all for us.”

“only for us.”

#this was written bc these two cuties went live and ruined my life #mingyu smut #jungkook smut #kim mingyu smut #jeon jungkook smut #svt smut #bts smut #mingyu x reader #jungkook x reader #svt timestamps #bts timestamps

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luvjoshuahong · 2 months

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8:14pm

roommate!jeonghan x f!reader

“I’m assuming that because you’re home the date didn't go as planned?” jeonghan questions as you take your heels off

"yeah, the guy was an asshole. he was texting on his phone the entire time and I found out he has a girlfriend already" as you walk towards the cough to plop yourself next to jeonghan

"really? I'm sorry, that's terrible," jeonghan murmurs while handing you the bowl of popcorn

“how about we go somewhere to make your day better?” he asks after a short pause

— ☆

“you did all this for me?” you ask in shock as jeonghan shows off the picnic he set up in the park

“I think you deserve it after all the people you dated in the past,” jeonghan states as he gestures you to sit

— ☆

“thanks for making today less upsetting,” you say smiling softly as you two are walking back home

“of course, I'm glad I'm able to spend Valentine's with someone I actually love.” jeonghan replies as he holds your hands. that's when you realize, jeonghan loves you as much as you love him.

prompts: “i’m guessing that the fact you’re already home will tell me everything i need to know about how your date went.” “thanks for making today a little less depressing.” “i’m happy i got to spend the day with someone i actually care about.”

credits: valentine’s prompts; tropes by @scealaiscoite

end notes: first fanfic/post >.< i actually dont like this that much since i was struggling to figure out what to even write and its rly short😭 thank you for reading this and hopefully ill make better work in the future HAHA🤍

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miraclewoozi · 4 months

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[ 05:55 ] - c.hs

pair: vernon x fem!reader. w/c: 2k content: pwp/smut. (MINORS DO NOT HAVE MY CONSENT TO INTERACT). married au. christmas drabble. warnings: swearing. bad jokes/festive innuendoes throughout. smut tags UTC. notes: yes this is several days late. no i am not taking questions. notes 2.0: at the time of writing i am stuck in a very grim post-xmas limbo (see: entirely too full of cheese and also regret), however i remain down horrendous for this loser so here we are. enjoy. <3

smut tags: spooning -> forking. fingering, nipple play, talk of spicy dreams incl. a blowjob. piv sex. breeding kink (see: hills i will die on). creampie! cockwarming. it’s all very domestic. barely proof read. please let me know if i have forgotten anything.

Soft lips against the shell of your ear accompany you on your return to the land of the living, several hours earlier than you’d ideally like to be awake and definitely long before the sun decides to make its own face known. Your room is dark and the air is bitterly cold, even wrapped up under your bedsheets, even tangled in the arms of your husband.

But you don’t need to be able to feel your toes, nor see six feet in front of you to know exactly why you’ve been woken up this early. All you need to be able to do is hear, and there’s certainly nothing wrong with your ears at this ungodly hour.

“Morning,” Hansol murmurs huskily when your hands place themselves over his, low on your stomach beneath your sleep shirt. “Happy Christmas, baby.”

“Happy Christmas,” you say back, smiling serenely, your brain still fogged with the last wisps of your retreating slumber. The tone of his voice alone is a dead giveaway to what he wants, but you decide to play with him a little first anyway and feign innocence. Lazy mornings like this where neither of you are in a rush to get straight out of bed are a little bit of a treat, so who are you to not indulge him? “Why are you awake?”

It’s no secret that your partner likes to sleep in whenever gets the chance, but with a toddler in the room down the hall and a demanding job that has him leaving home before sunrise, most days, that’s something of a rarity now. He answers you silently, pressing his hips into your backside and you feel him — all of him — thick and hard and warm against the flesh of your ass. Ah. Just as expected. A warm chuckle escapes you and you move to turn over in his arms, but his strong hold traps you in place and you just wiggle back against him instead.

He barely stifles a groan and, still laughing, you roll your eyes.

“S’that a candy cane in your pocket?” You ask, feeling him shuffle down a fraction and rut against the seam of your thighs over and over, quiet grunts betraying the pleasure he tries to conceal. Close enough to feel your core’s heat, yet separated enough from it to only feel more frustrated. “Or are you just happy to see me?”

Hansol laughs despite himself into the smooth skin of your neck, shaking his head. He slides one of his hands up from your stomach to your chest, his warm fingers finding and dragging around one of your nipples with practiced accuracy.

“You can find out,” he says, feeling goosebumps raise on your skin as the bud hardens under his touch. “If you want.”

“Why don’t you tell me what got you all worked up, first?” You ask.

Morning wood is one thing, but to make him initiate all this? It must’ve been something really special. He proves you right as he pinches at your nipple, his other hand dipping below the waistband of your pyjama pants, his blunt nails dragging down your belly. You bite your lips to prevent yourself whining.

So sue you. It’s been a while.

“Had a dream about you,” Hansol says, peppering kisses down the side of your neck. You arch your back, simultaneously pressing your ass against his clothed cock again and your chest harder against his hand. “You were all dressed up for me. In this pretty little red outfit — you know the… sexy Christmas ones? With the white fur along the skirt?”

You nod, dropping your hand down to where his fingers are stroking, mercilessly slowly, against the cotton of your panties. To where he’s giving you hardly anything. On purpose. You shunt his wrist down a little, feeling him smirk into your skin. Finally though, he starts to thumb over your clit and you gasp appreciatively at the relief. “Oh yeah? And what was I doing?”

“It’s just funny you mentioned candy canes,” he tells you, rubbing at you a little faster. “You were suckin’ on me like I was one.”

You groan a little at his description, feeling your cheeks heat up. Arguably, this shouldn’t be sexy at all, but his rough morning voice and the way his skillful hands are working you up to a soaked, wriggling mess already has you flustered. You’re convinced nobody else in the world could turn a line that corny into auditory foreplay.

Leave it to you to marry the world’s biggest dork.

“All the way back into your throat,” he goes on, finally now slipping past the barrier of your underwear. He dips between your folds, dragging through your arousal before he moves his sickened finger back to your clit. “Dressed so naughty, but I’d have put you on the nice list for sure.”

“Enough with the damn—,” you snort, but your amusement dies and you clench your jaw as he starts to play with your other tit instead. You have to be quiet; you can’t afford for this to end before either of you manage to get off. Not now. But it’s so difficult when he knows your body better than he does his own. “You know she’ll be awake any-… oh.”

“Then get these off,” he whispers. He opens his palm fully then, pushing your thighs apart and pressing just the tips of two of his fingers against your hole. All the while, he fights to try and push your pyjama pants down with his other hand.

He fails, naturally, but you come to his rescue and slide them down over your hips for him. He joins you again in an effort to kick everything all the way off though, sliding one leg between yours and stamping a little impatiently at your sleepwear with his foot until they’re bunched up at the end of your bed. His boxer shorts, meanwhile, don’t even make it to his knees; as soon as he can pull himself free of their confines, he does, stroking along his length as you open your thighs for him.

He presses his lips against the curve of your shoulder while he settles into position behind you. Then, it’s just moments before you feel his head dragging through your slick in place of his fingers.

“Okay?” he asks, lining up with your entrance and pushing forward just enough that you feel the familiar stretch of his intrusion.

“Please,” you nod, grabbing the sheets in an attempt to anchor yourself, to hush the moans he always draws out of you. Hansol slides into your cunt slowly, pressing until his cock is buried all the way inside you, until his hips rest completely against your ass. Your whole body shivers at the feeling.

He barely moves for a little while, letting himself get used to the sensation of your walls hugging him for the first time in… weeks? Months, even? Too long, is the only real answer. His hand lays over your hip as you relax it and your thighs come back together, making you squeeze a little tighter around him. He fills you up so perfectly, too. So much that you feel warmth creeping to each of your extremities already. So much you can’t keep your mouth closed no matter how hard you try.

“Missed you,” you sigh, laying your hand on top of his, threading your fingers through the spaces between his own. He brushes his thumb over the side of your hand soothingly. “Missed this.”

“Me too,” he agrees, slowly starting to turn those cute accidental jerks of his hips into real thrusts. But he doesn’t move quickly. Not at all: quite the opposite, even; he fucks into you slow and deep, making sure you feel every inch of him on every single stroke.

It continues on much the same, but you’re not sure how long for: kissing your shoulders, your neck, the back of your hand when he lifts it up to his lips, breathing hot and heavy on your slowly warming skin. He murmurs sweet little praises. Rolls into you, dragging the tip of his cock against the sweet spot inside once he finds the angle that makes you hiccup your next breaths. He loves you, he makes love to you: quietly and intimately, and you’re so lost in this rarely seen, sweet, needy side to your husband that you barely realise you’re inching closer to your high until he’s the one to tell you you are.

“Close?” he asks, with a new rough edge to his voice that has nothing to do with the sleep his fantasies woke you both from. It’s not a question, despite the little lift he says the word with. He knows what it feels like. He knows you.

“Mhm,” you nod, swallowing back another whine as his hand dips between your legs again. “F-… yeah. Just like that—”

“I know, sweetheart,” he hums. “God, m’so lucky to have you. Feels so good.”

Your brain floods with static and it’s a miracle you even hear what he says next. He’s a man of few words (though one of many grunts) in the bedroom, but when Hansol starts getting overwhelmed in his pleasure, he babbles more than anyone you’ve ever met. You do hear him, though. Loud and clear.

“Gonna put another one in you,” he says, hushed but still undoubtedly desperate. “Wanna give you another baby— oh, you’re gonna look so pretty. Can I? Please—?”

And if his fingertips rubbing tight circles against your puffy clit, or his cock spearing into you with unsteady, shaky movements, or his throaty moans of your name hushed by the skin of your back weren’t enough to get you there? This is. You squeeze your eyes shut and cry around your fist as it hits, as ecstasy pulses through you in waves that never seem to end.

“Yes,” you gasp in the midst of it all, as he keeps asking — no, keeps begging. “Please, ‘Sol—”

“Fuck,” he groans, then, letting his own high wash over him and he starts to spill ribbons of white into your hot pussy. “You feel so fucking-… ah—”

He squeaks the words out. Right into your ear, fanning hot breaths down your now slightly sweaty neck. Even when he’s spent and stops rocking into your hips, he keeps rambling. “Thank you, shit, thank you—”

You don’t hear him swear much anymore. Not since you had your first baby; the suddenness of it makes you giggle, and the resulting clamp of your walls around his twitching length makes him hiss as he comes down. But he doesn’t pull out of you, even when he starts to soften. You realise after a few seconds what he’s doing, though. He’s keeping you plugged full of his cum; he’s not going to let any of it go to waste. (You both know it’s starting to dribble out of you down the sides of his length anyway, mixed with your own wetness. Neither of you are too worried about that right now.)

He meant it, then. All of it. Your stomach twists in delight as he taps your waist and you look back at him, an eyebrow raised.

“Make me a promise?” he asks, sweaty forehead pressed into your shoulder, still trying to catch his breath.

“Anything.”

“Let’s never leave it that long again,” Hansol whines. You can’t help but flutter around him again, this time at the mere thought of him being so desperate to fuck you more often. He lets out a slightly pained laugh, overstimulated.

“I promise,” you agree, feeling all of a sudden like your bones are made of lead. You could fall back asleep like this, quite happily.

But, you realise with a sigh, someone didn’t take care of the milk and cookies on the kitchen counter before they crawled into bed last night. That’s about to become your problem.

“Good,” he nods. “We’re gonna do this every day ‘til you have another one, okay? Twice. And extra on weekends.”

“Mhm, sure we are.” You laugh, finally now feeling him pull out of you with a kiss to your temple. (Twice a day is his upper limit, and both of you know that. But it doesn’t hurt to play along.) “In that case, I’ll save your special gift for later.”

tysm for reading!!! likes, reblogs, comments & feedback are, as always, super appreciated.<3

#vernon smut #choi hansol smut #vernon chwe smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #kpop smut #vernon x reader #j writes.#*#timestamps.#WELP good and bye 😭

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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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slytherinshua · 2 years

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[ 3:06am ]

The cries from the nursery pulled Dokyeom out of his dreams immediately. He opened his eyes and sat up, looking over to make sure you were still asleep.

The arrival of your daughter 2 months ago had certainly come at the expense of both of your sleep, but it was worth it for her. Dokyeom was determined to let you get a full night of sleep at least tonight.

He got up silently and walked to the nursery, yawning and blinking his eyes open more.

“Angel, won’t you let us get one night of sleep?” He whispered with a smile, picking her up and cradling her under his neck gently.

Her cries slowly subsided once she was in his arms, surrounded by his familiar and comforting scent.

“Just 6 hours will do. What do you say?” He asked her, the fondest look in his eyes. She stared back at him with her big doe eyes, melting his heart in an instant. He smiled and kissed her forehead, making her giggle. Her small hand went to try and grab his nose, as she did every time it was within her reach.

“I’m sorry to say, but that is permanently stuck to my face, angel. You can’t have it.” He laughed, finding the habit the cutest thing in the world.

He stayed with her in the nursery, softly singing and holding her in his arms until she drifted off to sleep.

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jeonghantis · 1 year

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[ 11:27 PM ]

pairing ⇝ jeon wonwoo x reader.

tags ⇝ angst, smut, exes that still fuck

warnings ⇝ language, graphic sexual content, gn!reader but female body parts, ambiguous ending(?), emotional pain. lmk if i missed anything

word count ⇝ close to 1.4k words

minors do not interact.

smut tags under cut.

smut tags ⇝ marking, slow to rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, dirty talk. pls lmk if i missed anything

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” murmured Jeon Wonwoo as he greatly contrasted his uttered words when he sinks teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, adding another splotch of red to the array he’s left all over your chest.

You mirrored his sentiment, but did not speak it aloud. Instead, you let your body betray you as well, bucking your lower frame against his with your fingers threading through his dark curls, pulling him impossibly closer than he already was.

Wonwoo groaned, his warm breath caressing your skin, and his hands gripped your waist to pin you back down onto the mattress for his hips to dig deeply into yours. You feel him growing heavily against your clothed, throbbing core, and you let out a whimper both at the relieving pressure of it and at how it’s immediately not enough.

“Shit, you’re driving me crazy,” he grunted, tearing his mouth away from your neck to stare you down, lust a glimmering onyx in his eyes. “This is the last time I’ll ask you. Are you sure you want this?”

No, you wanted to say. No, because I’ll miss you again when it’s over. The pain that came after it all was excruciating. It blooms in your chest, slowly searing through your veins until you’re consumed whole and forced to feel nothing else. You’ll be haunted again once he walks out your door, seeing wisps of his smile when you shut your eyes and hearing the echoes of his laughter when the room goes still. No, you did not want it, but this was the closest you’ll get to having what you both once had. You wanted that again. You wanted more than this.

But again, you did not speak it aloud. You reached for his face and pulled him in for a kiss and let it all fade—the worry, the fear, and the pain. You focused on the feeling of his mouth, how you once believed it was a perfect fit on yours and how it still was. There was a moment of hesitation from Wonwoo before he’s easing up on you, having your lips meld in tandem with each other in a steady rhythm.

Then you’re removing clothing off of each other’s heated bodies, leaving them strewn all over your bedroom floor without so much of a care. You’re still kissing him when he aligns himself at your weeping slit, then you’re parting your lips with a broken moan when he slips inside. He moves quickly to press kisses against your face, thumb swiping at a stray tear trickling down your cheek, as sweet praises fall from him.

“That’s it, angel,” he whispered over your ear before placing his lips against your forehead. “Relax for me a bit more, okay? You’re doing so well.”

You’re sobbing into his shoulder, sounding like an absolute mess of babbles, but you could not help it when you finally felt so complete. The hollow ache carved deep inside you was repleted to the brim, healing everything marred by the pain of your yearning. You let yourself savor it all, trying to commit every feeling to memory, because at the end of it all, you knew it was all temporary. No matter how many times you fall into bed with Jeon Wonwoo, the pleasure was fragile and fleeting, and you’d always be left alone more wounded than you were at the beginning.

“Are you okay?” Wonwoo asked softly, cradling your cheek with his palm, concern scrawled over his face.

You nod, trying for a smile with quivering lips as you lean into the warmth of his hand. “I am,” you said, voice cracking. “I’m okay. You can move now.”

He gave you an apprehensive look, unbelieving. But you quickly flatten your soles out on the bed as leverage as you begin to slowly fuck yourself up on him, to distract him from seeing past your crumbling self.

“Fuck,” Wonwoo exhaled out shakily, sparing a moment just to watch yourself use him so desperately, completely at awe and completely turned on by it all. After a few very messy strokes you make, he takes the reins, grabbing your thighs to spread them widely apart before pounding hard into you. His ruthless pace trembles your bones and you could do nothing but let him abuse your cunt as you whine high in pitch and volume.

“Still so tight,” Wonwoo groaned, face pressed against your throat as he began to mouth at it, sucking and licking at your pulse points. “You haven’t let anyone else fuck your cunt, haven’t you?”

Your confirmation came out as an airy mewl, your arms thrown over his torso and nails digging into the muscled expanse of his back, drawing red angry lines all over.

The next thing he says catches you off guard, completely throwing you in a loop of great disarray and bliss. “This pussy is still mine, yeah?” Wonwoo had growled, emphasizing with a hand brought to press down hard on your clit. “All mine?”

You’re gasping, arcing into him with pleasure singing throughout your body. “Yes!” you sob out again. “It’s yours. All yours, Wonwoo. I’m all yours.”

When that last sentence left your lips, you’re immediately alarmed with a sharp intake of breath, your gaze frantic as you search Wonwoo’s face. But Wonwoo wore a smile, eyes glinting. Before you could really take in what that had meant, his fingers worked deft circles on your clit and his hips angle just right to brush against the golden nerves settled deep in you.

It was messy. Moisture daubed the dips and curves of your bodies as you continued to seek after your own highs. Wonwoo’s movements had become increasingly heedless by the second, almost animalistic. The repeated, pointed thrusts against the nerves inside you had you sobbing into Wonwoo’s neck once again. The clenching, warm walls around Wonwoo had him heaving, his chest staggering.

Then, your eyes meet. Reflecting flames of want flared.

Wonwoo pressed against you hard, fitting snugly inside as he painted your inner walls with thick, hot cum. The moan that left Wonwoo was both lecherous and heavenly at the same time, his large frame completely maddened by violent tremors of his orgasm.

You were just as gone, your eyes rolled up all the way to your skull. When you feel his warm release, your lust and greed are quick to possess you. Your hips lift again and ride out the waves of Wonwoo’s orgasm, milking out every single drop of cum out of his system. Wonwoo, though completely overtaken by his bliss, meets your pace albeit very sloppily but determined. It only takes a couple of more strokes until a vicious shudder ricochets throughout your body. Your mouth goes slack with one last cry of Wonwoo’s name, your cunt pulsing violently around the still-spurting length as your own arousal gushes out, making a mess between your heaving bodies.

It’s silent for a while, only the sound of your breathing and his breaking through the air. Your bodies, slicked of sweat and mixed arousals, were heavy with exhaustion, barely moving as you both splay out on the mattress beside each other. You looked at each other and an air of uncertainty floated around you, just like it had many times before.

You were about to break the gaze away first, to head first into your bathroom to clean yourself up and save yourself from the sight of Wonwoo leaving. But for the second time that night, Wonwoo catches you off guard and reaches a hand out to hold onto your wrist.

“Stay,” he said. A word you wish you had said since the day you both decided to end your relationship. An action you wished he had done.

“Wonwoo,” you start off shakily.

“Just for while,” he insisted, eyes pleading. “Please?”

You chew on your bottom lip, hesitating. But your heart gave out in the end, and you lay right back down, inside the comforting cage of Wonwoo’s arms.

“I’m sorry,” Wonwoo breathed, pressing his lips against your temple. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” you whispered back and nestled closer into his warmth, concealing your teary gaze away.

There, you lay together enveloped in silence, matching the rise and falls of each other’s chest, and settle in the flickering embers of the love you had for one another.

note: woof. i know this was random, but i feel like i had to get the angst out of me to move on to other writings. this is completely self-indulgent and written in one go. so once again, this is not proofread. i hope you enjoyed reading nonetheless :)

#seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen fanfic #wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo smut #wonwoo fanfic #jeon wonwoo fanfic #timestamps

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