pairing: sunoo x reader • word count: 0.4k • tags/warnings: stressed sunoo, gamer!sunoo, fdom!reader, implied smut
[ 9:52 ] “shit shit shit! no!” sunoo fell back onto his gaming chair, he was sitting on the edge of his chair trying to win the battle that he just lost.
the devastation crippling onto his face as he rubbed his sweaty palms down his cheeks.
you could tell he was stressed from the amount of times you’ve heard that frustrated sigh leave his mouth 100 times in the past 30 minutes.
“sorry guys, we lost that one because of me,” sunoo scooted back up to his desk, adjusting his headphones back onto his head from when he knocked them off throwing a tantrum. “i should have touched the point but i got carried away,” he admitted, defeatedly.
sunoo announced that he was going to go on mute for a second while everyone took a small 10 minute break.
he was usually a cheery guy, guess the amounts of losses piling up was getting to him.
“you okay, babe?” you ask, sitting crisscrossed on the bed with balls of yarn surrounding you.
you loved crocheting.
sunoo sighed, you understood.
“babe,” sunoo spun himself around in his chair to look at you, across the room.
“hm?”
“can you… y’know.”
“hmm?”
you raised a brow at him, having suspicion on what he was trying to ask you although he had a good idea what it was.
you wanted him to use his words.
“could you maybe…” sunoo couldn’t bring himself to say it without showing you. he glanced down at the aching erection, you had failed to notice it sooner. “suck me off before the next game starts?”
what an erotic request.
you knew sunoo wouldn’t last longer than 2 minutes with the way you did it and it certainly wouldn’t be fun for you if things ended so quickly, so, you decided to agree, but on your own terms.
“sure baby,” you happily put your things back into their knitting basket and make your way over to him. plopping yourself right down onto your knees right in front of sunoo, the tent in his pants growing and twitching though his grey sweats.
you didn’t know how you didn’t notice this sooner.
“hm, so cute,” you coo as the tip of your finger trailed down his clothed shaft, earning a desperate whine out of the boy above you. “y/n,” sunoo sighed out your name.
tonight, you were going to have your way with him.
and you weren’t going to let his friends or his game distract him.
SYNOPSIS; juyeon wants to give you an anniversary date that you will remember, not anything like his usual candle-lit dinner plans.
PAIRING; bold!juyeon x fem!reader
GENRE; smut, fluff
WORD COUNT; 1.7k
TAGS/WARNINGS; minors dni ‼️, car sex, anniversary sex, ongoing long-term relationship, lots of praising! romantic sex to rough sex (but isn’t continued after the first orgasm), protected sex (as it should be), slight dirty talk, he calls you baby and good girl.
AUTHORS NOTE; this is my first smut so please don’t hate on me too much 😭❗️
you always knew juyeon to be a quiet and sweet boyfriend, so it was expected that you would see the same kind of persona when you both got to know each other better.
and by ‘better’ you mean better.
tonight wasn’t just an ordinary date between you both. he often took you out to dinner and/or went to go see a movie with you—he was a bit old school when it came to choosing date spots—although tonight wasn’t just special because of where he took you this time, that was for sure.
“i never thought the stars would be so bright tonight,” you mumbled behind your palm, as you had your elbow rested on the car door.
“mhm,” you heard juyeon hum from the other side. “the shine makes you look even more pretty.”
you blushed lightly, glancing down at the sparkles on your dress, remembering back on the evening you spend with him.
today was your one year anniversary.
he took you out to celebrate the day but as night fell, you both found yourselves secluded away from other buildings in juyeon’s car, staring at the stars out the open windows. the low music, bright moonlight, and piney smell was enough to set the mood since the moment he pulled over.
he looked over at you, your eyes still focused out your window. he didn’t need to look at your face to tell that you were flustered.
the way you fiddled your thumbs together and shifted your legs in the seat explained how you were feeling within a heartbeat.
you didn’t say anything and neither did he, causing you to glance over in his direction.
his tie was loose and his hair ruffed up in the best way possible, you could see the sparkles of your dress reflecting in his eyes and the way the moonlight shined in though his window, onto his fair skin.
he’s perfect.
suddenly, you felt a hand reach out for your knee, rubbing his thumb on your lower thigh. another spring of heat flushing over you but this time to places other than your cheeks.
“y/n,” he calls your name, you’re barely listening. “hm?” you hum in small desperation. “can i…” he trailed off as he slowly leans closer to you. he didn’t finish his sentence, but agreed regardless how far tonight went.
you were okay with it all, on such a perfect night.
he closed the gap between your lips, letting you melt into the kiss with passionate time as his thumb inches up further and into small circles.
his tongue was hot against yours, the both of you pulling away every few seconds to catch you breath.
you didn’t look up from his lips until you heard him chuckle lightly, spiking your curiosity.
“you already look so fucked out,” he smiled though his heat-pouring words. his free hand, that was caressing the back of your neck, moved his thumb over your bottom lip and onto the flat of your tongue. you looked up into his eyes, closing your mouth on his finger. “so pretty,” he tugged his bottom lip in between his teeth, you could tell he was having a hard time holding himself back.
you couldn’t blame him.
“let’s move this to the back, hm?”
you nodded.
after the both of you settled into the backseat, he ordered you to get into his lap, guiding your legs over his hips. “good girl,” you could feel his fingers crawling up your thigh again as the other placed itself largely on your waist. you gripped his shoulders, fighting a peep out until his tongue swiped across your nape. you squirmed, “that tickles!” you whined with a smile, he only giggled. “whoops,” he murmured before attaching his tongue to your neck again, only this time, sucking and licking the sensitive skin.
you failed to keep a noise out of you, your fingers gripping onto the black fabric of his thin t-shirt.
you could feel every inch of his slender body through the shirt as if it wasn’t there, but you knew it was, and that bothered you.
you tugged at the buttons on his shirt, throwing the piece somewhere in the car before your fingers trailed all the way down his chest, prompting his own to scurry up the waist of your dress and over your head. his eyes scanned over your half naked body as if it was the first time he had seen it ever before.
“what is it?” you asked softly, the tips of your fingers brushing the hairs on the back of his neck. “you’re so perfect,” he mumbled.
he was very heavy on the praising, tonight.
“so perfect,” his hands traced over your sides, feeling the curve in his palms shape perfectly. “every inch of you,” you arched your back instinctively causing your hips to roll back onto his.
a groan filled the car from the both of you.
“y/n,” he sighed out as you tried to roll your hips again, his arms wrapping around your waist for steadiness. “i can feel how wet you are,” you moaned.
his voice was low and his hands felt big on your body, making you feel small against him.
it was great.
“y/n, i can’t wait any longer,” he whined. “can i fuck you here, pretty baby?” he rubbed his thumb over the wetness gathering through your panties. you couldn’t help but moan back. “please do,” you helped him out of his black slacks and his underwear, starting on yours next.
pecking at your lips as he unclipped your bra, letting it fall somewhere onto the car floor, his big hands back to caressing your soft skin. he purposely teased your panties off, hooking his fingers around the sides but not pulling them off as quick as you wanted him to. but you didn’t complain, as you were too focused on his tongue rolling around your nubs and trying to rip open the condom packet he handed you moments before.
he let out a small sigh as you rolled the small rubber onto him, rubbing more circles onto your waist as if to contain himself from losing control.
you could tell how much he wanted this part of the night to come sooner.
although you had done it with juyeon a good handful of times now, it was still surprising to you how different this side of him was. especially this night, you weren’t used to him being this… expressive.
you liked it.
you liked it when he praised you for doing nothing but looking pretty, you liked it when he kissed your neck while he prepared you with his long slender fingers, and you most definitely liked it when he sank you down onto him, feeling the slightest burn in the stretch but not enough to pull away from him.
the both of you moaned into each others bodies.
“i’ve waited for this for so long,” he whispered into your neck, his hot breath tickling you. “juyo… we did it last week,” you reminded him, your fingers back to work on his black strands. “this isn’t the same,” he replied back, your breath was caught short when he suddenly started moving. although, at a much slower pace than he usually started with.
“i’m not just fucking you, y/n,” he leaned his head back a bit, your hands cupping the back of his neck.
“i want to make love to you.”
as corny as his words sounded, you could feel the heat rushing from your cheeks to your core, he sighed at the sudden tightness.
that was one way to let him know that you loved him.
“quit teasing me,” you softly spoke before closing the gap between your lips, his hands guiding your hips at a steady pace. “i do it because i know you like it,” he murmured into your lips, a soft moan escaping you in response.
you weren’t sure if it was because you were easy to read but juyeon had always been good at finding out your weakness.
it was a blessing and a curse—but more of a blessing.
before you knew it, juyeon had you turned on your hands and knees, your palms sweaty against the car door creating steamy hand prints against the cold windows. hopefully that won’t leave handprints tomorrow. “holy shit, you’re perfect for me,” he bit his lip as his hands rested on your ass, the sight of you bent over for him while in the back of his car being more erotic than he had imagined. “fuck…” he groaned out as he entered you from behind, pushing through your hot and soft walls.
the feeling, along with the image of you, it was too much.
he swore he wouldn’t bust this fast but you were making it more and more difficult for him as the night went on.
you gripped onto the door, unable to hold back your moans as he thrusted sloppily into you. at this point, the low music was heavily overpowered by both of your voices and wet skin-to-skin slapping. his fingers digged into your hips so hard that you would be surprised if they didn’t leave marks by the end of the night, his breath was hot against your back, planting wet kisses down your spine until he couldn’t anymore.
“juyeon…” you breathlessly called to him, propping yourself up more to get a good look at him behind you. “i know, me too,” he sighed, his lips crashing onto yours, one hand cupping your cheek as the two of you chased your high.
you were the first to go, a long moan escaping past your lips and onto your boyfriends tongue, following a low groan afterwards from him. he kept thrusting into you as he rode out his orgasm, you squirmed in sensitivity.
waiting a moment to catch your breath, he slowly pulled himself out of you, a small whine coming from you at the loss of his warmth.
despite just cumming, you ached to be filled up again.
“what?” he noticed your longing stare. “you want to go again?” he chuckled, pulling the condom off of his still aching cock.
once was never enough for him.
“you know me so well,” you hummed seductively, leaning in for a peck on his lips.
“this is our anniversary, after all,” he smirked into your lips before pulling away with a lustful look.
“grab another condom.”
the sweet part of the night was over, now it was time for the real fun.
†⠀warnings y disclaimers — fem!reader. streetracer!au. fluff. smut. no plot. sex fiend!intak. pussy whipped. overstimulation. crying. overprotective!intak. jealous!intak. voyeurism.
ACE!RACER INTAK⠀♱⠀who is always all over you 24/7, no matter what you’re doing. you could be tuning your next track car and he’d be right there behind you; slapping your ass (consensually) before pushing up on you to ask what you’re doing even though it’s evident.
ACE!RACER INTAK⠀♱⠀that can’t help but stare at you all through out your event-filled night. you could simply be sitting right beside him against his car, or out on the floor dancing with the girls, and his eyes would be solely locked on you. he didn’t care if it was obvious, that was the least of his problems.
ACE!RACER INTAK⠀♱⠀is the type of boyfriend to let you show him how to properly change a car part under the hood, even though he was the one who taught you how when you first started dating. it totally wasn’t so he could look at your ass while you bent over his front end. yes the fuck it was.
ACE!RACER INTAK⠀♱⠀that man loved everything about you. from the way you styled your hair, to how you towered over him both on the streets and in bed. every chance he got her kiss you from head to toe, even if it embarrassed you. he just liked seeing you get antsy about it.
ACE!RACER INTAK⠀♱⠀who takes his ace/top racer position very seriously, he’d switch from the puppy love boyfriend he was to a cold hearted speedster on the tracks. he made sure he never raced you because he’d be damned if he let you see that side of him.
ACE!RACER INTAK⠀♱⠀who was introduced to you by your best friend stephen yoon. there’s not a day that goes by where intak is annoying the shit out of stephen by thanking him for getting you two together. at first steph didn’t mind and quite frankly he thought it was cute, but now he wants to just rip intak’s head off any time he mentions it.
ACE!RACER INTAK⠀♱⠀that spoils you rotten with the money he gains from races. you saw a new kate spade you like? he bought you the entire collection. there’s a new jordan coming out soon? he already has it in your collection in the closet.
ACE!RACER INTAK⠀♱⠀who knows his status in the racing world. he’s very aware of his popularity, but he doesn’t let it get to his head. he flaunts you in all your glory in front of everyone, making sure they all knew who he belonged to.
ACE!RACER INTAK⠀♱⠀who begs you to ride him whenever you two are intimate, loving how you get against him in all the ways. it could be in the comfort of your own bedroom, or in his car, he didn’t care. and, if he didn’t, you didn’t.
ACE!RACER INTAK⠀♱⠀that’s left an utter and crying mess whenever you tease and edge him for almost an hour. his body twitches every few seconds, especially when the base of your thumb slides between his tip, cries of ecstasy falling from his lips. all you simply do is grab his cheeks to make sure he continues to look at you, even through his teary-eyed state; water stains tinting his cheeks.
ACE!RACER INTAK⠀♱⠀that begs to fuck you all throughout the night yet the minute you do, he’s a crying and begging mess asking you to let him cum for the fifth time. you do, but not without making fun of his vulnerability.
ACE!RACER INTAK⠀♱⠀who you laugh at when he tries acting hard in front of his friends, whispering into his ear all the things you did to him the night before. the redness that shades his face afterwards is picture perfect, you and the rest of his friends laughing at him.
ACE!RACER INTAK⠀♱⠀who gets irritated whenever his teammates are all over you. they mean no harm and he should know that, but the way he dicks you down when you get home later says otherwise.
he’s very cuddly and loving but on top of that, he loves doing couple trends with you
for example, he can’t stand scrolling on tiktok and not doing some kind of couples dance or even look at a picture on pinterest and not trying recreate the picture
“y/nnnn! please, can we take pictures of us kissing each others face??? it would look so cute as our lockscreens…”
“sunoo babe… we changed our lock screens to each others mirror pics last week.”
jungwon 💖
your stomach, hands down
kind of odd to be his favorite place to kiss but that’s exactly why it’s oddly cute!
whenever he comes home after a long day and just wants to rest, he’ll lay his head down on your thighs while you sit, watching your favorite tv series, on the couch
eventually you have to pause the show to turn your attention to his soft pecks on your abdomen, your thin bed-shirt layering over his head as his short breaths tickled you
“what are you doing down there, silly?” you giggled, raking your fingers through his hair
riki 💖
most definitely your shoulders
much like sunghoon and jay, he isn’t into much pda but he his a sucker for being the big spoon in the relationship
pretty much anywhere on your backside he would love to plant his lips on, but your shoulders is his happy place
his favorite thing about it is hearing you sigh out when he plants sweet kisses on the back of your shoulder, burring his nose into the crook of your neck to take in the fresh scent of your body soap
he loves nipping at your sensitive nape, feeling you shiver in his arms while he keeps a firm grip on your wrists
everyday was a long day for him, at least that was the excuse he used so you’d agree to let him lay you down and have his way
he wasn’t going to let you go tonight, let’s just go with that
sometimes if you let him, he’ll leave a mark here and there because he is definitely the possessive type >>>>
a lot of the time he’ll do it in places you can’t see just to mess with you
“y/n? what’s that mark on the back of your neck?” one of your friends point out
jay 💖
he loves kissing you on the lips
he’s not a big fan of PDA but when he has you alone… best believe he gets clingier by the minute
he’ll act like he’s casually getting ready for bed like taking a shower, brushing his teeth, and changing into clean pajamas, but what he’s actually doing is getting himself prepared to have a long loving night with you
you’ll both take turns cuddling each other whenever you guys get uncomfortable for a while but most of the times he’d be your big spoon
let’s not forget how he loves hovering over you when he kisses you, his fingers trailing across your jawline and down to cup the back of your neck
jake ❣️
your earlobe and/or back
this man doesn’t just kiss, he uses his tongue with it
you shiver as you hear his hushed voice creep up your back and to the sensitive lobe of your ears, you whined
“you’re so cute,” he whispers softly
his tongue sliding along the wide of your ear and planting a soft peck on your temple
you wouldn’t be getting any work done that night if he kept teasing you like that, all you agreed to was a simple back and shoulder massage so you could loosen up on your paperwork, not for you to be plastered
of course, he had to trick you into thinking you weee leaving without a mark here or there
sunghoon 💖
your head
he doesn’t show his affection much through physical acts of intimacy, but if he had to choose a place to kiss frequently, i would say the top of your head
it’s an easy place to access due to the height difference
sometimes when you two are alone and you’re making breakfast at home, he’ll come up behind you and hug your waist
he’d leave a long trail of kisses on the back of your head to plant a small one of your cheek
you giggled every time at how much of a big teddy bear he was
I have read all of your Juyeon fics. Just waiting for you to be active again and continue Brain Dead.
sorry it took me so long to reply! actually i had read this message a while ago but im working on being more active!
trying to figure out exactly what i want to do to the account so i can find more motivation, but your hope for the series being finished makes me happy!
unfortunately it’s a major slow burn, i have half of the story typed up but although i have everything planned out, im stumped :c
thank you so much for supporting me regardless! i hope you enjoy some of my other or future fics 🫶
☆ non-idol! enhypen hyungs x fem! reader
☆ summary: the exact moment that your enha boy realized he loved you.
☆ genre: fluff, down bad boys, very domestic and intimate, can be interpreted as either pre-relationship or established relationship, wtv u want :)
☆ warning(s)? no, theyre all just so atrociously down bad
☆ word count: 1.3k total
heeseung just came back from a little run to the convenience store for snacks. when he asked you if you wanted to come with him, you only smiled and said that you'd stay in his apartment to watch the boiling pot of ramyeon that you were preparing.
it was 3am when he ventured out into the cold, night air, pulling his hood over his ears. as the bag filled with all of your favorite drinks crinkled under his fingertips, heeseung slipped his housekey into the keyhole, sniffling softly from the cold.
as he cracked the door open, he was met with warm, orange light, warm air, and the smell of his favorite ramyeon.
"i'm back!" he shouted from the door, slipping his shoes off. you didn't hear him, so he just made his way into the kitchen.
the sight he saw before him was enough to make heeseung's heart skip a beat.
there you were, humming quietly to yourself as you graced his kitchen. lost in your own world, almost like the only thing that matter to you in that moment was the small pot of hot ramyeon, the same one that you always made when you were with him because you knew that he loved it. the way his kitchen lights shone down on you made you glow, almost like you were a saint to be venerated.
the sound of heeseung's breath getting caught in his throat caught your attention.
you turned over your shoulder, and the moment that you eyes met his, you expression melted into a smile— the one where your lips lifted so that he could see your teeth, your eyes forming thin crescents as your nose crinkled— the smile that heeseung swore he saw in his dreams.
"welcome back, hee," your voice greeted him.
as those words tumbled from your lips, heeseung's eyes widened into saucers as his heart dropped to his stomach.
he wouldn't mind hearing you say that to him everyday for the rest of his life. the thought of him coming home to you everyday, seeing your pretty, smiley face as you said his name, made heeseung light-headed, his face becoming the same color as the red broth of your ramyeon.
shit.
jay didn't think what he just said was really that funny.
it was a small, off-hand comment that he made, a mere remark that was miniscule in the grand scheme of things.
but the way that you keeled over yourself, your eyes squeezed shut yet tears spilled out of them, gripping onto the table as you laughed, told him otherwise. you struggled to form words, constantly cutting yourself off with laughter, wheezing so hard jay was worried that you'd stop breathing.
the sound of your laugh was like music to his ears. jay couldn't help the small, dumb grin that began to bleed onto his face; it started with his chest filling with warmth, rising up his neck, to his ears, and finally his lips. one corner of his lip raised slowly, before the other one did. his lips wobbled, watching you as you wiped a tear from your eye, until he couldn't hold it back anymore, and the smile that he tried so hard to swallow back unraveled across his features.
"st-stop!" you cried as laughter erupted from your chest, throwing your head back. you cheeks were beginning to hurt, but jay's words kept reverberating in your head. "i-i'm gonna pee myself!"
that's when jay laughed.
"shut up," he said, but no matter what he did to push the sound of your laughter to the back of his head, there was nothing he could do.
his cheeks were already too red, his heart already pounding in his chest like a drum, this memory already cemented into his head.
and plus, he already made up his mind: he could get used to hearing your laugh everyday.
or even better, he wouldn't mind being the reason for your laughter.
jake had no idea how his brother did it, how his brother managed to have a kid and not snap into a million pieces.
but as you held his infant nephew, cooing at his small hands and chubby cheeks, jake felt his entire world pummel to his feet.
"hi baby!" you cooed to the child, your knees folded below you as you helped jake babysit his nephew. when the baby babbled back, soft and sweet giggles fell from your lips, you laid on your back, holding the baby over you.
you gently rocked the baby in the air, relishing in the way that it let out small and high-pitched giggles.
jake watched. the way your touch was so gentle, pulling the child to your chest as you cuddled with him. your tenderness was so... soft. so soft that it made jake's brows furrow together, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, in order to hide the look of pure stupid that was threatening to seep through his expression.
you were so warm, so kind, so affectionate, that it made jake feel all mushy inside, like he was going to evaporate.
he sucked in a sharp breath, trying to keep the palpitations in his chest at bay, trying to keep the ache in his heart from consuming him whole.
"i didn't know you were so good with kids," he said to you, kneeling beside your figure that embraced his baby nephew. his tone was half-teasing, but jake knew better. there was a war raging on in him, and frankly, he wasn't going to win.
the more he watched you, the more everything became clear to him.
maybe he wouldn't mind having kids, if it's with you.
sunghoon had a strict sleep schedule, one that he would do anything to protect.
as his phone illuminated his bedroom, the blue light gleaming so bright that someone could go blind, and as that godforsaken ringtone shook sunghoon awake, he thought that he was going to punch someone.
but the moment his half-asleep eyes traced the letters of your name, his finger darted to answer your call, no questions asked.
"hello?" he rubbed his tired eyes, yawning, yet with no intention of going back to sleep. after all, it was you.
"hooooon," your voice slurred on the other line. he could hear loud music in the background.
"are you drunk?" he asked, worried. his brows crashed together, concern bubbling in his chest. "where are you?"
you laughed, the sweet sound almost making sunghoon feel at ease. "at the cluuubbb."
"shit," sunghoon muttered under his breath.
"don't worry about me!" you reassured him. "not drunk.... hehe!"
sunghoon was already grabbing his coat and keys, slamming his front door.
it was only when you snuggled up against him in the backseat of his car, pushing your cheeks into the crook of his neck and clutching his arm, that everything came crashing down on sunghoon's shoulders.
it was a quiet realization, like the small light that had always been glimmering inside him suddenly flickered on. it was no surprise to him: a silent and hushed wave of fulfillment crashing onto the seashore that was his heart, before fizzling out into white seafoam.
his eyes traced your features under the dim light, taking in the faint scent of your perfume.
you muttered his name, reaching out for him, and all he could do was feel his heart throb for a few pulses, before sucking in a sharp breath and letting a curve form on his lips.
"i'm here," he said quietly into your ear. "i'm always here."
fluff (💖) // funny (🤡) // drama (💋) // angst (🌧️) // horror (🥀) // smut (🍷) // suggestive (❣️) // tw (‼️) // short story (☕️) // requested (💌)
chan — tending to your hair 🌧️
“i’m really proud of you, babe.”
“psh, for what?”
you giggle at him as he gently brushes through your hair, you always loved it when he did, it always seemed to hurt less rather than doing it yourself. the damaged knots in your hair was always a pain to rip through.
“showing me how much you love me gave me courage to love myself, so i want to give you the courage to love yourself too.”
he gave you a kiss on the top of your head, his fingers raking through your thick strands, comfortingly.
minho — rubbing your legs under the table ❣️
“minho.”
you whispered his name as a warning, your hand prompted firmly on his wrist as his hand continued to caress your thigh beneath the table. you knew what he was doing, the small touch had become a big one the more his hand traveled from your knee all the way up to your inner thigh. you couldn’t say you didn’t like it, on any normal day you would be begging for him to stop teasing you, but today was a special day, your parents were over.
“fine but you’re going to take responsibility later.”
changbin — holding your hand 💖
“you really think i wouldn’t remember?”
changbin parked right in front of your favorite fast food restaurant, the two of you stepping out of the car and immediately locking hands as that seemed to become a habit every time you two went somewhere. inside the small business, you could hear your stomach growling at the displayed items on the menu, changbin casually ordering your favorite meal.
“no way you memorized my order too.”
“of course i did.”
hyunjin — cuddling you 💖
“hyunjin, it’s hot!”
you whined as you tried to pry him off of you, the blanket plus his body heat making you sweat uncomfortably under your thin t-shirt. the movie was a faint sound in the background as you were too focused on your giant boyfriend bear hugging you and not letting go. you tried telling him that you were starting to sweat but he insisted that he didn’t care about that, throwing the blanket off of the two of you and letting the cool air touch your skin.
“i like having you in my arms, it feels so right and complete.”
“okay, no need to flatter me, just let me cool down
felix — baking for you 💖
“you’re going to make me have a sugar rush! stop!”
you giggle as felix continues to hand over the batch of brownies the two of you made together. they ended up coming out messy from how many times the two of you bumped into each other or accidentally forgot something when you got distracted with a kiss or two.
he cut the brownies, ready to be put into a container for safe keeping but instead he insisted on helping you eat all of the small batch.
“lix, we can just eat some later.”
“but i like wiping away the chocolate from your lips.”
jisung — singing you to sleep 💖🌧️
“i could… play you a song before you go to sleep.”
you shook your head.
“then how about i just sing you to sleep? that way i can lay right next to you?”
you nodded your head, waiting for him to get comfortable next to you in the bed, your body pushing itself closer to him and taking in his, all too familiar, fresh, laundry scent. nights like this would come up often between the two of you, whenever you had too much anxiety, he would sing or play guitar or sometimes even plaster you with kisses to make you forget your problems. you loved those nights the best. whenever he was having anxiety, you would play with his hair until he fell asleep just as he was doing to you now.
“i love you.”
seungmin — teasing you 💖
“i already brought you food and you still want mine?”
seungmin pulled his plate away from you as you tried to naw at the pieces you wanted. you had already finished your plate but you were still hungry for more, your period taking a major toll on your appetite. after realizing you weren’t going to get what you wanted, you sighed and rested your head on his shoulder.
“give up already?”
“mhm.”
he slid over the slices, lifting your head to look at him confusingly. he just pressed a small kiss on your forehead and patted your head.
it was a guilty pleasure to tease you without verbal reason, although he would never admit that he liked your reactions.
jeongin — sharing clothes 💋
“hey, isn’t that jeongin’s?”
one of your classmates asked, placing his hand on your shoulder and forcing you around so he could get a better look, he didn’t recognize it from your usual fits, though he could recall your boyfriend wearing the hoodie one or two times before. you opened your mouth to say something but you were immediately caught of breath when you saw jeongin marching his way over to you, his eyes glaring deeply at your friend. you warned him to be nice but he didn’t comply.
“it is mine, actually, and not for you to touch.”
he pushed the guys hand off of you and pulled you closer to him, you could feel the hard muscle he had been building up for weeks, under his shirt.
SYNOPSIS; you told changmin that you would do anything, and you mean anything, to have a place to stay for a couple of nights. although, you were a little taken aback by the things he requested from you.
PAIRING; changmin x reader
GENRE; drama, a bit suggestive.
WORD COUNT; 0.7k
TAGS/WARNINGS; changmin is lowkey a bad/fuck boy, reader just wants to live her life, story is lowkey played out like a japanese anime 😟, rude!changmin, pothead!changmin, both reader and changmin go to the same collage but it’s not really mentioned in the story, mention of sleeping together, mention of fake dating, mild language.
AUTHORS NOTE; i wrote this within like 30 mins so it’s short.
“and fuck you too!” you yelled as you watched your landlord practically throw your stuff out of your shitty apartment into the dusty hallway, her disappearing around the corner after she was done with you. you couldn’t believe you had gotten kicked out of your apartment just because you got on the landlords bad side.
taking in a deep breath, you squatted down to pick up your stuff. as you were practically shoving your thrown out clothes into your suitcase, your attention was caught when your next door neighbor, opened his door.
“changmin..?” you squinted your eyes at him, your head tilting with curiosity. “uh, yeah?” he raised a brow at you, leaning on his doorframe as he stared at your hunched over figure. “you’re my neighbor?” you asked as he took a long wif of his cigarette and puffed it out into the dirty halls.
“you mean i was your neighbor? seems like you just got kicked out.”
“well- i mean- yeah.. i did… but why do you care?”
“i don’t, you were the one who brought it up.”
why did being around him always have to make you get the worst second hand embarrassment ever?
“i just came out here to see what all of the yelling was about but now that i know it was just you, i’m not as interested anymore,” he sighed and turned around, about to shut his door when his attention was caught by the sudden cling to his door handle. “wait!” he groaned and rolled his eyes.
“what is it?”
“can i please stay the night? you’re the only person i know around here and i don’t want to be sleeping on the streets.”
it was already 10:58 pm, there was no way he could just let a young girl out on the streets with no way to protect herself!
he looked you up and down. on second thought, maybe it might have been better to just tend to the streets. “i’ll pass,” he tried closing his door again but you pushed against him.
“please!”
“what about your parents?"
“they live towns upon towns away, i couldn’t possibly be able to attend class with that amount of distance.”
“well that’s not my problem.”
“please.. i’ll do anything.”
as much as changmin hated girls who were persistent as hell and bothered him all of the time, there was no way he could pass up on a girl at his doorstep who was begging to stay the night and willing to do anything to do so.
“anything, you say?”
you nod frantically, unsure of what crude things he had in mind.
“fine.”
“thank you!”
you breathed out before practically barging in past him and dropping your stuff inside. the place reeked with smoke and other substances that didn’t smell anything like normal cigarettes, stains upon stains on his couches and crevices, empty and moldy dishes lying around that made you honestly want to pick up your stuff and actually sleep on the streets forever. but, he was kind enough to at least give you a roof so sleep under.
“so they’ll let you smoke as much weed as you want but they won’t let me paint the furniture white?” you raised a brow as you saw bags upon bags of substances stacked on his counter. he shrugged and put out his cigarette in the ash tray next to the door.
“so, where am i sleeping?” you asked, setting your things up neatly against the wall for now. “with me,” you nearly choked on your own spit.
“what?” he shrugged.
“you said you’d do anything to stay here, i say you let me have my way with you.”
“absolutely not.”
“then get out.”
“isn’t there anything else i can do for you? like, clean your house or pay most of the bill for you? i’d say both of those are pretty good options.”
you were both interrupted by an unexpected text chiming from changmin’s phone, him pushing past you to answer it. it took him a couple of minutes to read it, his expression contorting into a furrowed and stressed out one. “on second thought,” he set his phone down after hitting send on his phone. “i have something different i want you to do instead.”
SYNOPSIS; to get away from your abusive families, you and haknyeon would do anything. and you mean anything. but only if you do it together.
PAIRING; haknyeon x reader
GENRE; fluff, angst, tw
WORD COUNT; 1.3k
TAGS/WARNINGS; best friends to lovers, run away au, homeless au, struggling au, abuse, blood, sexism, mention of self-harm
AUTHORS NOTE; i have no words for how i wanted to end this.
“haknyeon, what are we going to do…” you sobbed into his arms as he held you right, his own eyes welling up with the same salty tears that he had been holding back since he saw you. “i don’t know, y/n..” he nearly whimpered as he lowered his head into your shoulder, the same way you had done to him.
the both of you currently sat together on the hard and cold floor of your room. the carpet burning your bruised knees as you dig them into the floor, doing whatever you can to push yourself further against haknyeon. you couldn’t be without him right now. he was the only one you had. the only one you felt like you had.
“i just want all of this to be over,” you choked on sobs, his hold on you only growing tighter. “i know, y/n but we can’t magically change your parents relationship,” he said softly.
you knew exactly what he meant yet you couldn’t stop yourself from crying even more.
as you stained his shirt with your tears, you were too busy sobbing to hear the footsteps of your father stomping up the stairs, his strong arms nearly breaking your door handle when he barged into your room. “y/n! what is this boy doing here?! i thought i made it clear that he was never to come back here again!” your father said in a tipsy state. you shivered when his voice raised, haknyeon taking your place in the argument, raising himself to his feet. “i’m sorry, sir but i was just trying to comfort-“ he was cut off when the man before you both raised his arm and swung it right down on your best friend.
it was silent for a small amount of time as the both of you had to take in what exactly just happened.
it was then that you felt your heart sink down into your stomach. drops of blood pasted onto your skin while you sat below your friend, his head dripping with red containments all the way down his face. “o-oh my god, haknyeon-“ you gasped as you moved quickly to help catch his weak body. he was bleeding, not horribly, but you couldn’t stop the boiling anger bubbling in your system at what such a relative could have done to someone so important to you. “dad!” you screamed, your eyes focusing on the broken shards of a very thin glass cup.
it was more than likely filled with alcohol before being emptied.
“how could you?! call an ambulance!” you told him but your father couldn’t bother to listen. his lips babbling about how he made specific orders and that as the woman, you should follow him.
you watched as he walked out, saying something about doing something with your friend before he didn’t something himself. that was probably the only rule you were going to be obeying from your drunken father from now on as you quite literally hoisted haknyeon up onto your back, thankfully he was light enough for you to handle. “y/n.. i can walk on my own,” he slumped over you. “it’s just until i can find help.” he didn’t say much as you walked out of the house and down a couple of blocks. finding that help wasn’t hard as someone eventually drove by and kindly drove you two to the hospital. haknyeon ended up being okay, there was nothing broken or fractured thankfully, just a few cuts that has caused the bleeding you were horribly freaking out about. he ended up walking out the same night with taped patches to his head. of course you made some stupid joke about them to try and lighten the mood but he wasn’t having it.
“y/n, i’m tired.”
“then let’s go to sleep.”
“where? where are we going to sleep? my parents wake up to any and every sound they hear and i just got out of the hospital because of your abusive parents!”
you didn’t know what to say. it wasn’t like you knew this was going to happen. if you did, he knew you would have done anything to stop it.
he sighed, “sorry, i didn’t mean for it to come out that way.” you shook your head, “it’s okay, i know what you meant.”
you both stayed silent for a bit as you helped him take a seat on the nearest bench, him mumbling something along the lines of being fine and that he only had a minor headache. “the streets are always an option,” he shrugged.
“we can’t sleep on the streets!”
“what’s wrong with that?”
“what i mean is that we can’t just abandon our homes.”
he looked away, muttering under his breath, “i wouldn’t call that place my home…”
you frowned, trailing your gaze down to the various never-ending lines that stared from his bends and ended at his wrists. they hurt you every time you looked at them. you couldn’t imagine the pain anyone would go through to feel like that was their only way out.
although, sometimes you felt like you had an idea.
you knew how he felt about his family, the feeling was the same with yours. and to be honest, it wasn’t just your home lives that bothered you. it was everything else too. sometimes, you wished you could just… run away.
“haknyeon,” you sat beside him. “hm?” he hummed, not bothering to crank his head towards you as he was still busy with his own intruding thoughts. you’d be lying if you said that either of you weren’t sensitive when it came to a lot of things.
“i change my mind.”
“change your mind about what?”
“sleeping outside.”
“wait what?”
now was when he finally turned his head towards you. “you’re being for real?” it didn’t look like you were joking yet you nodded your head anyways. “but what about-“ you quickly shushed him, not wanting his words to make you suddenly change your mind. “i don’t want to think about anything else. i just want to get away from this place. go so far that i don’t ever want to have to think about it! but i don’t want to go anywhere without you.” he was in awe, the both of you staring into each others eyes as it felt like the two of you were the only ones in the world to have shared such a loving moment like this. “you mean that?” he asked for reassurance, one of which you happily gave to him.
since your final decision of running away together, things have been quite interesting. both of your parents didn’t bother looking for you and you weren’t surprised when haknyeon’s didn’t either, in fact, the police didn’t even come to look for you both until your best friend had no choice but to steal a share of food for the both of you. he almost got away with it if it weren’t for a random customer going off and telling some employee for his antics.
something about him being a homeless piece of scum? whatever, you didn’t want to think about it. you were just happy to not be alone.
“y/n.” he spoke quietly as he held you close to him in the cold night. “hm?” you hummed back.
“even though things are bad, i’m still glad to be with you.”
“me too.”
“no, seriously.”
you looked at him, sitting up a bit.
“but i’m serious too.”
he shook his head.
“i mean, even if everything starts going bad, i still want to be with you.”
was he.. confessing right now?
“haknyeon…” you stared at him. “i want to be with you forever,” he murmured. “will you want to be with me, too?” he asked. “i..” he frowned, his anxiety starting to spike.
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