pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.
warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (18+ ; mdni)
word count: 2.8k
a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!
“You put sunscreen on, right?”
“Yes, dad.”
Jisung rolled his eyes. “I’m just trying to make sure you don’t burn.”
“Worry about yourself, lobster.”
“You need to come up with a new sunburn joke. That one is getting old.”
“I’ll go back to the drawing board, spitball a little bit,” you muttered.
Your best friend laughed. “Let me know when you land on something.”
“Aye, aye, captain.”
“Can you get my back, though?” Jisung asked.
“Sure, babe.”
You took the tube of sunblock from his hands and squeezed some into your palm. He yanked off his shirt and shoved it in his bag, turning away from you so that you could apply the sunscreen. He bent his knees a little to make it easier for you, even though he wasn’t that much taller than you.
You rubbed it in dutifully, making sure that it was all absorbed so that it wouldn’t stain his clothes when or if he put his shirt back on. When you were done, you handed the tube back to him.
“Will you do me?”
“Any day of the week,” Jisung replied, winking. “You know you don’t even have to ask, babe.”
“You two are disgusting.” You didn’t have to turn around to know who was complaining.
“We’re actually having a private conversation, Felix.”
“Well, you’re having it in the middle of a public area.”
Jisung rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything else, thankfully. It was too early in the morning to deal with their bickering.
You had woken up at dawn to make the drive over to Turtle Beach. According to the internet, the best time of day to see the sea turtles was in the morning, so that’s when you were going. No one was in a particularly good mood in the car on the way to the North Shore. It was silent. Dom tried turning the radio on at one point but Nikki immediately turned it off.
“We’ll be getting coffee after this,” Dom assured everyone, which seemed to lift the spirits at least a little bit.
It was already crowded when Dom found a parking spot on the side of the road. He was able to snag it as another car was pulling out.
People were clustered in groups around the rocks that lined the shore, holding their phones out to take pictures of what you assumed to be the turtles.
Minho had found a parking spot a little further away so he and Felix joined the rest of you a few minutes later.
That’s when the sunscreen was applied and promises of caffeine were made. You waited for your sunscreen to dry before putting your coverup back on and walking down to the beach with the Hans. You weren’t swimming at this beach, not many people did because they didn’t want to disrupt the turtles, but Nikki had made everyone put on sunblock anyway because you’d still be standing in direct sunlight.
The dropoff from the road to the sand was a bit steep and you stumbled trying to step down from the asphalt and tie the back of your coverup at the same time.
“Baby, let me,” Jisung said, pushing past his brothers to get to you. He chuckled. “That could’ve been bad. You should have just asked me to help you, or waited until we got down there.”
“I would’ve been fine,” you said, brushing it off. “Probably.”
“Knowing you, you probably would’ve hit your head on a rock or something.”
You ignored that comment because he was right and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
The beach was kind of short even at low tide. Some mangrove trees offered a little bit of shade but that was already being monopolized by other tourists.
“I guess everyone read the same article we read,” Felix muttered.
“Seems like it,” Dom agreed.
“Should we go over there?” Minho asked, pointing to a moderately small crowd at the edge of the bay.
“I don’t see why not,” his dad said. “We can also split up if we want to. We don’t have to stay together.”
You looked at Jisung who just shrugged. “We can do whatever you want.”
“I don’t care,” you argued. “They’re your family.”
“Good point. Let’s go the other direction.”
You rolled your eyes and followed Jisung left while the other four went right. He wove in between the crowds, looking for turtles that the masses might not have spotted yet. You did the same, even though you were doubtful the two of you would find anything that the other tourists hadn’t.
You were shocked at how clear the water was. After the other beaches you’d already seen on this trip, you didn’t think it was possible for clearer water to exist. The visibility was insane. You could see every tiny detail, every bump and groove of the rocks, every grain of sand. The only thing diluting the view of everything was the white foam that washed ashore with the waves when they broke.
You took your phone out of your back pocket to snap a few pictures of the water and Jisung gave you a funny look.
“There aren’t any turtles here,” he said.
“I want a picture of the view,” you explained.
“Oh, that makes sense. Yeah, it’s beautiful.”
He watched you snap a few pictures and then offered to take some of you but you declined out of embarrassment.
“A bunch of people are doing it! Why would you be embarrassed?”
“I’m not good at posing for pictures! I always feel so awkward, especially when it’s just me.”
“Do you want us to take a picture together, then?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
Jisung pulled his own phone from his pocket and ushered you over to his side. You get close to him and rest your head on his shoulder, smiling softly. He waits for a good wave to appear in the background and then takes a couple selfies.
He taps on the gallery icon in the bottom left corner of the screen to check the pictures and shows you.
“Oh, these are cute. Can you airdrop them to me later?”
“‘Course.”
Then, Jisung squinted a little harder at his screen, zooming in on something.
“What is that?” he asked you, shoving the phone into your face.
“I don’t know, it’s so pixely- and your hands are shaking.”
Jisung took the phone back. “Is that...”
He didn’t even finish the question before he was whipping around and marching toward the water without explaining, leaving you to stay standing where you were like an idiot or follow him aimlessly. You chose the latter.
“We found one!” he exclaims when you catch up with him, pointing at a dark mass in the water that had also been in the back of your pictures. You replicated his position to be able to see whatever it was more clearly and gasped when you realized it was a sea turtle.
It was a little further out than the ones that everyone was already ogling over which was probably why no one else had spotted it yet. Their dark shells also tended to blend in with the rocks, adding another layer of difficulty to the search.
“Should we call your family over?” you asked.
“Only if you’re cool with a bunch of other people swarming us.”
“You’re right, that might not be great. Especially if people start recognizing Minho.”
Jizung nodded. “Then we’d never get out of here. I’ll go run and get them. You stay here with the turtle.”
He didn’t give you a chance to respond before he was off. Seemed to be a pattern today.
“She still here?” Jisung asked when he came back, the rest of his family members in tow.
You were confused before you understood that he was referring to the turtle. Apparently, he had decided its pronouns in the time he was gone.
“Yeah, she’s a little closer too,” you answered.
You pointed at the shadow in the water and all of the Hans craned their necks to see it.
“Holy shit, it's huge,” Felix commented.
“It must be really old,” Jisung added. “That’s a thing, right? The bigger a sea turtle is, the older it is?”
His brothers shrugged. “No idea.”
“Crush from Finding Nemo was like one hundred and five and he wasn’t that big,” Minho pointed out.
“You’re going off of Finding Nemo for your marine biology information?” Jisung deadpanned.
“You’re just making stuff up off the top of your head!”
“No, I heard it somewhere!”
“Does anyone have service? We could Google it,” Felix suggested.
“No, there’s none over here,” you muttered.
“Look, here she comes!” Nikki exclaimed.
You weren’t sure whether the turtle was actually coming closer or if she just wanted her sons to stop bickering, but they did and turned their attention toward the ocean.
Eventually, the sea turtle did come a little closer, close enough to be able to take pictures where people would be able to tell what they were looking at.
The six of you all standing at the edge of the water looking at the same thing was bound to draw attention eventually so you took pictures and videos until you were satisfied and then headed back to the cars.
“Minho, follow the directions I sent you to Waimea Falls,” Dom instructed. “We’re going to stop for coffee on the way over there so you should tail me but you should also have the address in case you lose us.”
Minho nodded. “Same cars?”
“We can switch it up, if you want. I’m sure Felix would love to be alone with his folks for forty-five minutes straight.”
“Wait, you said the drive was only twenty minutes,” Felix piped up.
“It is, but your mother and I could make it forty-five just for you.”
“We can all fit in my car,” Minho added, ignoring his dad.
“Wow, so I’m not good enough for you?” Felix scoffed.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I meant by that.”
“I’m good to ride with mum and dad but y/n, you should go with Felix and Minho to save them from each other.”
“You don’t want to come?” you asked, already knowing the answer.
“Nah. I mean, Minho’s right, we would all fit but it wouldn’t be that comfortable, especially for a long ride. Besides, it would be rude to leave Mom and Dad by themselves.”
“What are you talking about?” Felix muttered. “They love to be by themselves. Why do you think they keep ditching us at every possible opportunity?”
“It’ll be nice to have some time with Jisung,” Nikki counters, taking Jisung by his shoulders. “He’s been gone at uni for so long, we haven’t gotten to see him since Christmas.”
“You’ve been seeing me for over a month straight,” Jisung mumbled, sounding a lot like Felix just had.
“You know what I mean,” his mom said, exasperated.
You hadn’t really thought of that. You had been so focused on being the loving, devoted girlfriend that you always made sure to be around so that everyone could bear witness to your relationship. You hadn’t considered the fact that Jisung’s parents might have wanted to spend time with their son one-on-one, or two-on-one. You had unintentionally been hogging their son this whole time.
“Oh, that’s a great idea,” you agreed, just to let them know that you weren’t upset. “I’m sorry, I’ve been keeping him all to myself.”
“Nonsense, love,” Nikki assured you, “I didn’t mean it like that at all.”
“I know, I know, I just still feel bad.”
“Don’t feel bad. You’re his partner, you’re part of this family now too.”
You smiled appreciatively but couldn’t bring yourself to respond. Would you still be considered part of the family if you suddenly became Minho’s girlfriend? Broke one son’s heart and moved on to the next- it wouldn’t be a good look, that’s for sure.
“It’s settled then,” Jisung said, clapping his hands together in finality. “We’ll see you guys there.”
Minho’s rental car was still parked on the side of the road, but it was down the hill a bit. It was pretty steep, and the pavement was uneven. You could feel two pairs of eyes watching you as you made your way along the path. You wanted to tell Minho and Felix that they didn’t have to be so vigilant, that you weren’t that clumsy. But to be fair, you had almost just ate shit like twenty minutes ago walking in the sand. Okay, maybe they were right for that.
You made it to the car without incident and climbed into the back seat. Minho plugged the address into his phone’s GPS, which synced to the car’s ApplePlay, and reversed out of the spot. He drove up a ways and then stopped behind Dom’s car so that he could reverse without dealing with the traffic. It was a smart move on Minho’s part. He was ensuring he wouldn’t get cut off by someone else, that way he could follow his dad without having to guess which lane he was in or which car he was in front of, etc.
As the passenger, Felix was in charge of the music (as long as Minho approved of it, since the driver did have veto power). He turned it to a local island reggae station and all three of you seemed to enjoy that.
While Minho drove, Felix showed you pictures he’d taken on his camera at Turtle Beach.
“I’ve been taking them the whole trip, but I only have so much storage on an SD card, you know? I’ve uploaded the rest to my computer. We can look at them later, if you want.”
“I’d love to! Have you looked at them yet?”
“I’ve just skimmed them,” he answered. “But if they turn out anything like these I think I’ll have a pretty solid portfolio after this trip.”
“Yeah, these are incredible! You’ll have to show Minho when we stop.” Felix made a noncommittal noise. “What? They’re great!”
“I’m glad you think so. Unfortunately, when it comes to my photography and videography, the wow factor has mostly worn off for my brothers. Even Minho, who’s supposed to be an performer, can’t pretend to be impressed anymore.”
“Harsh.”
“You’re telling me.”
“I guess they picked Dunkin,” Minho said, entirely ignoring the conversation you and Felix were having about him as he turned into the shopping center’s parking lot.
“Fine with me,” you said.
“It was probably the quickest choice,” Felix mused. “I would like to try some local coffee shops, though. Hawai’i is known for their coffee.”
“Maybe tomorrow we can look for one,” you offered.
He grinned. “I’m down.”
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The drive-thru line wasn’t that long, thankfully. Minho ordered for the three of you all on the same ticket to speed things along too. He pretended not to hear you when you offered to pay for yourself.
Dom waited for your car in a parking spot by the exit to the main road. Minho did what he’d done before and waited for his dad to pull out before following him.
“Make sure to drink all of that before we get to the park,” Minho said as he passed out the cups. “I don’t think we’re allowed to bring outside food or drink inside. Yo, I didn’t mean you had to chug it right now,” he clarified.
You pulled your iced coffee away from your lips guiltily. “Sorry.”
“The drive is like twenty minutes, remember? You have time to finish it.”
“I remember.”
“So then why-”
“I don’t know, it felt like the right thing to do.”
“You’ve been in uni for too long,” he decided, shaking his head.
“Maybe she just needs the caffeine to hit faster,” Felix suggested defensively.
“Exactly, thank you, Lix.”
He gave you a smile of acknowledgment in the rearview mirror and a thumbs up. You sipped your coffee slowly as Minho drove through the winding mountains of Oahu, resting your forehead against the window. You knew there’d be sunscreen residue to clean off of it later but the cool glass felt nice against your skin.
You tuned Minho and Felix out until you heard your name. That’s when you sat up again and rejoined the conversation.
“Hm?”
“Min just asked what I think Jisung is talking about with our parents right now and I said they’re probably giving him a lecture about not losing you,” Felix explained.
You made a face. “What?”
“You know, like telling him he better treat you well or whatever parents say to their kids when they want a son or daughter-in-law.”
Your eyes shifted to Minho before you could stop them. His grip on the steering wheel tightened just enough to make his knuckles turn white but he kept his expression calm.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” you mumbled.
“I bet they’ll at least bring it up,” Felix countered. “They love you!”
You forced a smile and sunk down in your seat. Not for long.
i thought my suicidal late teens were the hardest years of my life but nothing could’ve prepared me for my 20s waking up everyday with no purpose, feeling so lost, unable to keep up with friendships, watching everyone move on with relationships and careers and being unable to catch up. and I’m such a “life is not a race” type of person but damn I’m losing so hard rn
Your fixation on Gojo's hands was already a problem, but then that photo booth photo came out, and his hands just looked like they were teasing you. It was ridiculous. You became more aware of how he was holding things and how many things he was holding in a single hand. He didn’t notice your infatuation, but he did realize you wanted to hold his hands even more. He just thought it was a comfort thing; sometimes, you’d get anxious and would look to him for support, but there was nothing wrong with that. Once again, he thought nothing of it when you’d watch him cook; he genuinely just assumed you didn’t know how to hold a knife. It wasn’t until he came back from a training session that he realized what it was.
Gojo walked through the door with his hair stuck to his forehead; it was a particularly hot day, so he was wearing a black tee and some shorts. He was tantalizing. Walking through the door with a huff, he startled you up right from your horizontal position on the couch. “Oh, hi, y/n! I didn’t know you were coming over today.” He walked over to you, running his fingers through his sweaty hair before placing his hand on your foot that dangled over the arm of the couch. Your hand trailed up from his fingers to his hand and arms that were a little veinier than usual. It must’ve been arm day. “Uh, yeah,” you started to answer, trying to get your thoughts back on track, “Shoko invited me over to play Mario Party for a bit. But she got called to Jujutsu High.” Your voice was a little shaky, but you don’t think he noticed.
Gojo walked over to the kitchen to prep his smoothie. After he let go and walked away, you threw yourself back onto the couch with a deep sigh. It felt like he was torturing you, the way he rubbed his hand up your foot onto your leg. You threw your arms over your eyes, letting your thoughts take over when Gojo called out to you again, “Is anyone home then?” That you were unsure of after Shoko left, you just hang out on the couch watching some tv and scrolling. “I actually am not sure.” That was good enough for Gojo; the house was quiet, so he had every reason to believe it was just the two of you. The blender started, so you didn’t hear Gojo leave the kitchen and approach you. It wasn’t until you were being dragged by your ankles to the arm of the couch that your feet once dangled off of. Your arms flew up, throwing your phone into the floor behind you.
“AHH, Fuck Toru. Jesus Christ.” You huffed, genuinely startled. “You’ve been staring at my hands a lot. Then today, you couldn’t look me in my eyes.” He spoke softly, leaning over the arm of the couch between your legs. “What is it, baby? What about me has you so worked up?” You were so caught off guard that you didn’t really know what to say; your mouth just fell open ready to speak, but nothing came out. Gojo was expecting an answer; he took his middle and index finger, placed them on your tongue, sliding them around and coating them in your saliva before shoving them into the back of your throat. You gagged and coughed, causing him to smile down at you. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
Gojo slowly pulled his fingers out of your mouth while he looked you in your eyes. He placed both his hands on the sides of your face and leaned over the arm of the couch until he was parallel with you. This was very unfamiliar territory for you two; there was no doubt that there was sexual tension between the two of you, but neither of you acted on anything. After the shock factor leaves your body, you gain some confidence again. “It's like you’ve been teasing me all week, Toru.” You looked up at him with doe eyes blinking slowly with a slight pout.
You didn’t know it yet, but that look went straight to his head. You were beginning to drive him crazy. You took hold of the thin chain he was wearing, slowly guiding him closer to you. At that moment, it was just the two of you. Your faces are inches away from each other, inhaling each other's exhale. The tension was so thick as you stared at each other's lips, neither of you willing to make the first move. So entranced with each other that you barely heard the key jingling. But you did hear the handle turn and the sound of Geto and Shoko laughing.
Jumping apart both startled, your hand got caught in Gojos' chain, pulling it from his neck. Both of your hearts racing, you quickly scramble to gather yourself, sitting straight up. Gojo walked back into the kitchen, where his smoothie waited for him. Neither of you noticed that his chain wasn’t around his neck but lying on the floor next to your feet. Shoko and Neto come into the house laughing when you go to pick up your phone, noticing 3 missed calls from Shoko and a text asking if you wanted anything from the store they were at.
“Y/n, I called and texted, but you didn’t answer, so I just got you some sour candy. I hope that’s okay.” Shoko smiled at you offering them to you. “What’ve you been doing?” Unsure how to answer, you looked around “I just scrolled on my phone but then started watching tv.”
That's when Gojo came out of the kitchen looking a bit flustered. It wasn’t obvious what you two had been doing, but his face was definitely giving something way. “Satoru where’d your chain go?” Geto called out, walking toward where you sat. He played it off cool, rubbing his neck, genuinely unsure where it could have gone. Gojo hopped over the couch to sit beside you, “Satoru, why is your necklace under the coffee table?” Shoko asked while leaning over to grab it. Looking between the two of you,
“Uhh, I have to go. I love you guys; see you later!” The words basically fall out of your mouth as you hustle out of the house and into your car. You heard them calling out to you, but you simply threw up a hand and screamed, “BYEEEE!” Shutting the door with a hard slam behind you. You were embarrassed.
You were working your dream job but at what cost… its a starter business and so far you’re the only consistent employee. The pay was awful, your boss was inconsiderate, and you never had anything you needed to do your job. This job was exhausting. You were broke, depressed, and borderline homeless. There were only so many times you can hear “Just wait, this. Place is going to be popping!” Before you decide to just give up.
Your kindness is being taken for granted. Its taken a toll on your physical and mental health. You’ve been harboring a cold that refuses to leave and you think about passing over at least 2 to 3 times a day. Jun had noticed you had been suffering in silence it was unbearable to watch. Your boyfriend noticed you weren’t taking care of yourself and he took it upon himself to take care of you himself.
Jun rolled over in bed and noticed you hadn’t been to sleep since you’ve gotten off of work 3 hours ago. You were up on your laptop scouring indeed and LinkedIn for a day job; you do this at least 3 times a week and employers aren’t getting back to you. You’ve joked with Hao that you might need to start selling drugs.
‘Hey darling, you’re still up. You alright?” Juns’ raspy voice startled you a bit.
“I really need to find another job bug. I can’t loose this apartment and I can barely afford to live as is.’” The exhaustion in your voice hurt him. He didn’t understand why you wouldn’t let him help you.
“Darling, please. You haven’t slept. Lets put the computer down; you’re frying your retinas.” His sassy tone caused you to giggle.
“Okay.” You closed your laptop placing it on your nightstand. “Come here you.” Jun lifts the comforter opening his arms wide inviting you in. You nuzzled up into his chest feeling the fatigue settle in. Jun brought his hand up to the nape of your neck massaging your scalp.
“You know darling, my favorite thing about you is your resilience, right after you curly hair and your tight-“ Jun started. Ut was quickly cut off by you
“Jun I swear to god.” You mumble up at him with your eyes closed.
You were working your dream job but at what cost… its a starter business and so far you’re the only consistent employee. The pay was awful, your boss was inconsiderate, and you never had anything you needed to do your job. This job was exhausting. You were broke, depressed, and borderline homeless. There were only so many times you can hear “Just wait, this. Place is going to be popping!” Before you decide to just give up.
Your kindness is being taken for granted. Its taken a toll on your physical and mental health. You’ve been harboring a cold that refuses to leave and you think about passing over at least 2 to 3 times a day. Jun had noticed you had been suffering in silence it was unbearable to watch. Your boyfriend noticed you weren’t taking care of yourself and he took it upon himself to take care of you himself.
Jun rolled over in bed and noticed you hadn’t been to sleep since you’ve gotten off of work 3 hours ago. You were up on your laptop scouring indeed and LinkedIn for a day job; you do this at least 3 times a week and employers aren’t getting back to you. You’ve joked with Hao that you might need to start selling drugs.
‘Hey darling, you’re still up. You alright?” Juns’ raspy voice startled you a bit.
“I really need to find another job bug. I can’t loose this apartment and I can barely afford to live as is.’” The exhaustion in your voice hurt him. He didn’t understand why you wouldn’t let him help you.
“Darling, please. You haven’t slept. Lets put the computer down; you’re frying your retinas.” His sassy tone caused you to giggle.
“Okay.” You closed your laptop placing it on your nightstand. “Come here you.” Jun lifts the comforter opening his arms wide inviting you in. You nuzzled up into his chest feeling the fatigue settle in. Jun brought his hand up to the nape of your neck massaging your scalp.
“You know darling, my favorite thing about you is your resilience, right after you curly hair and your tight-“ Jun started. It was quickly cut off by you
“Jun I swear to god.” You mumble up at him with your eyes closed.
Can I request a Wonwoo drabble? It can be about anything. I hate that I never see Seventeen with black reader ff. I love your blog so much.
Hi! Thanks for your request and thanks so much for reading! I’m planning on writing more of Seventeen and creating a master list for them as well. Please look forward to it! Enjoy and tell me what you think🩵
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Sitting on the floor in front of his coffee table, fingers working deftly over the keyboard, Wonwoo pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one of his knuckles. This essay wasn’t due for another week but he wanted to get it out of the way before the weekend. That and he was a bit of an overachiever so he liked getting his schoolwork completed as quickly as possible. It just gave him more time to do what he wanted like game or hang out with his friends.
And it also gave him time to focus on someone else.
Something tickled at the back of his neck making him jump in surprise. He quickly turned around, finding your smiling face staring back at him. Letting out a sigh, his heart thudding in his chest, his eyes raked up and down your form.
Creamy brown thighs on display in your tight denim skirt, breasts popping out of the plain white tank top under your cropped jacket, a pair of white socks on your feet.
You looked gorgeous.
“Hi bear.” You greeted, the natural lowness of your voice scratching his brain just right.
He nodded at you. “Hey…..um….how are you?” He inquired shyly. He didn’t exactly know why but you just made him so nervous. You were just so beautiful and charming. He still couldn’t believe you were dating him.
Dropping to your knees on the floor next to him, you leaned over to nuzzle your nose against his jaw. “Fine. How are you, my baby?”
He shivered. “I’m good. Uh, what are you doing here?” Then he realized how that sounded, eyes widening and hands gesticulating as he tried to explain. “Not that you can’t be here! It’s just you said you’d be with your friends today and I’m surprised to see you.”
You pouted your lip, tilting your head cutely. “Did you not want to see me?”
Heat spread across his face to the tips of his ears. You were such a tease.
With a huff, he mumbled, “of course I do. I always want to see you.”
Goodness, you could eat him up, he was too cute.
Grinning, you reached out to pinch his cheek. “I always want to see you too, bear. That’s why I’m here. I was bored with my friends and I missed you.”
You two have only been dating for about 7 months now so you were still very much in the honeymoon phase of your relationship. He hoped this phase lasted forever though because he loved spending time with you and knowing you wanted to see him all the time made butterflies dance in his tummy.
“I missed you too.” He breathed out with a tiny smile gracing his face.
You coyly fluttered your eyelashes as him, one of your hands tracing over the muscle in his thigh. He felt his heart stutter in his chest at your touch, swallowing the block in his throat.
“Then why don’t we do something together?” You purred, reaching out to push his traveling glasses back up his nose.
“L-like what?”
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“Does my pussy feel good, bear?” You whispered against Wonwoo’s spit slicked lips, pouty and red from your assault of kisses.
Wonwoo groaned, hands gripping the fat of your ass as it clapped down on his thighs. Your velvety walls were gushing and squeezing around him, a sticky slap resounding everytime you bounced on him.
“Y-yeah. It feels good.”
Arms tight around his neck, your bare chest pressed to his, you continued to bounce on his long and thick cock. It filled you to the brim, that knot your stomach tightening with every brush against your spot. He had the perfect curve that pressed against you just right. You didn’t even need to touch your clit to cum on his cock, that’s how good he made you feel. That’s how attracted you were to him.
Lifting from your knees to your feet, you started slamming your hips down on him, picking up the pace as another orgasm built inside of you.
Wonwoo’s head lolled backwards against the seat cushion of the couch, his hips beginning to thrust up to meet yours. You choked on a moan, holding yourself still to let him fuck you from below.
Your nails dug into his shoulder, the other hand buried in the hair at the back of his head. “O-oh f-f-fuck, bear. Shit, mmmm…” Your fat and slippery cunt squeezed tightly around him, your grip keeping him from falling out. “Look at me.”
His head lifted back up, bleary vision trying to focus on you through his crooked glasses. Your sultry eyes stared directly into his, the intensity of your gaze spreading heat all over his body.
“I’m close.” He announced breathlessly and you took the initiative to start bouncing on him again, your sopping walls squishing and gushing around him.
“Me too. Cum in me, bear.”
A few more bounces and his hips were stuttering, the grip on your ass forcing you all the way down on his cock. You whined out as his cock throbbed inside of you, your hips grinding down on him as your orgasm washed over you. The feeling of your pulsating walls pushed him over the edge, a guttural moan vibrating in his throat as he filled you up.
You hummed at the warmth of his cum, hugging him closer as you waited for him to ride out his orgasm.
His released your ass in favor of wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you. You adjusted his glasses on his face, cupping his cheeks and squishing them together and making his lips pucker.
Giggling, you pressed a few pecks to his lips. He smiled into your kisses, rubbing his hands and up and down your back, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
“So what should we do now?” You asked.
He tilted his head in thought, eyes catching his lonely laptop and notebooks.
“Homework?” He offered with a hopeful tone in his voice.
The birth of your son three years ago was what caused your breakup with Wonwoo, your longtime (and at that point, long distance) partner. Now, you're getting concerned that Orion is starting to look a lot like his dad, but that's not your only problem. Wonwoo is back… and he's living across the hall.
Genres: smau, romance, drama, comedy, angst, single parent au
Pairing: jeon wonwoo x afab they/she reader x mystery member(s)
Warnings: coarse language, conversations about sex, mentions of pregnancy, mama/mom/mother is used to refer to reader's parental status sometimes, infidelity, light alcoholism, miscommunication as a plot device, some of the teenies are not so nice at times, slut shaming, angst, everything is unrealistically dramatic because this is basically a kdrama in text/twitter form. warnings may be updated as they come, but I will label chapters properly if it's anything major
Note: unfortunately, I did have to make the mc for this series have female reproductive organs because, well... that's the plot. I couldn't find a good way around it :( if anyone reading this is discouraged, please know that pretty much every other fic I've ever posted is gender neutral. So, if you think you might've liked this smau, please check out my masterlist! hopefully there will be something you like there :) ALSO! if anyone makes fun of Orion's name just know that it's the name of a precious baby cousin of mine and if you bully smau Orion you are bullying irl Orion!! do not touch him!!!
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Profiles I: Orion's Prettyboy(gn) Posse
Profiles II: Wonwoo's Famous Friend and the Other Guys
summary: stress induced nightmares keep you from wanting to go back to sleep. Luckily your boyfriend is there to keep you company
You weren’t positive what you did in order for you to have a nightmare within a nightmare on this particular night, but the way your heart was beating out of your chest, beads of sweat coating your forehead and ragged breathing was the universe’s way of saying, “you’re not going back to bed”. You sat up and rubbed your head that was now pulsating, scared to even close you eyes in the upright position because you were so exhausted to the point you could fall asleep standing up. You barely registered a quiet “y/n?” Filling the room. You look over and see your boyfriend squinting at you, trying to find your face in the dark.
“What’s wrong?” He asks when there’s a lack of response. You realized you couldn’t talk. More of you were speaking but he couldn’t hear you. You reached out to him and your hand fell through him, as if he were a figment of your imagination. Your eyes bulged as you tried to grab his shirt but you couldn’t. He wasn’t there, but you could see him. You panicked, not being able to get the words out as he yelled asking what was wrong. Seconds later he disappeared. Gone in thin air. But you heard his voice. It got louder actually until…
Your eyes shot open. You could truly feel hands around your wrists. Your hands were in the same position you were just seconds ago in your nightmare, gripping his shirt and screaming his name. He was so calm though, even after just watching you go through what seemed like a night terror.
“You with me sweetheart?” He asked rubbing your wrist with his thumb. You nodded hesitantly, slowly letting go of his shirt, slightly embarrassed at the fact he most likely woke up to you screaming and grabbing him.
“I had a nightmare, and I thought u woke up from it, but I was still in it…” you mumble into your hands. He sits up and starts rubbing your back.
“I’m sorry honey,” he whispers, alternating between rubbing your shoulders and scratching your back. You were both sure this was stress related.
“It is what it is, I’m sorry if I woke up you,” you whisper leaning your head on one hand. He shook his head.
“You don’t need to apologize love, I want to help in any way I can,” he reassures you before kissing your shoulder and pulling you into the side of him.
“I don’t want to go to sleep, I’m scared I’ll relive it again,” you say mildly shaky. You’ve never gone through multiple nightmares before. Wonwoo hummed.
“Want to watch something? We could cuddle and eat snacks if you’d like?” He suggests while rubbing a hand up and down your arm. You let out a sigh because that sounded absolutely amazing. Within minutes, Wonwoo was back in the room with your favorite snacks, and scrolling through Netflix looking for a happy show for you two to watch. You rested your head against his shoulder while he laid his head on top of yours.
“Hey,” he said gently lifting your chin to look at him. He smiled with adoration and kissed your forehead. “I love you,” he says sweetly. You smiled for the first time that night and kissed him back.
“I love you too,” you say while trying to stifle a yawn. Wonwoo giggled at that and pulled you fully into his lap, his arms wrapped around your midsection while he rested his chin on your head. You knew you’d probably be more than tired once the sun rose, but let’s just say your midday nap would be free of nightmares and full of warmth in your boyfriend’s hold.
No the way it would be Cheol’s favourite thing to prop you up against him, back against his chest and finger fuck you into oblivion while watching your expressions in the mirror. He’s so BIG behind you and his arms are so strong around you, dark eyes meeting yours while he murmurs in your ear about how good you are for him, how well you’re doing, how hard you make him, gotta get you all wet and ready for his cock you know that don’t you baby?
tw: dom!seungcheol, sub!reader (fem), fingering, mirror sex, praise, size kink (reader is implied to be smaller than cheol), dacryphilia, use of petnames - minors dni.
@duhnova happy birthday <3
You're crying in your room and in front of the full-bodied mirror. And it's all your boyfriend's fault.
Read: you're crying in your room because your boyfriend is fingering your weeping cunt without mercy, in front of the full-bodied mirror, while you rest between his beefy thighs.
And you fucking love it.
"Never thought I'd get so horny from watching you cry like a little child." Seungcheol whispers in your ear while pumping his thick fingers in your pussy.
He's fucking lying through his teeth, but you're not in the right mental state to reply to him.
"God, you're so pretty with tears on your face and my fingers in your tiny pussy, princess." He kisses your cheek, his lips collecting your tears, "Letting me stretch you out to take my cock, such a good fucking girl."
"C-Cheollie," you hiccup between cries, "Your f-fingers are so b-big....Please d-don't stop."
"I could never stop when you're being so good for me, baby." He coos at you, looking at your pathetic reflection.
You can feel his hardened cock poking at your back and your thighs shake at your impending orgasm. You want to close them so bad, but Seungcheol's thighs are holding them wide apart and there's no way you could ever overpower them.
"You have such a beautiful pussy, you know. It's so tight and juicy, but it can take everything I'm willing to give it, whether it's my fingers or my cock." He stills his fingers in your hole, forcing it to clench around the digits. "Look, even now, it's swallowing me till the knuckles."
You focus your eyes on your stretched out entrance, shaking and fluttering around three of his fingers. You dig your nails in the forearm wrapped around your midriff, your bottom lip quivering from the sensory overload.
You cry out in despair when he takes away his fingers and your slick gushes out of your hole, wet and clear strings connecting your folds to his fingers.
"Do you get it now, princess?" He looks at you in the mirror, lips glued on the shell of your ear, "I just can't help it - your pussy is so enticing, I can't wait to stuff it with my cock."
"C-Cheol?"
"Yes, princess?"
"Please fuck your b-big cock in me, right in f-front of this mirror."
pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.
warnings: swearing, alcohol, smut (18+ ; mdni)
word count: 3.1k
a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!
“So, what movie are we seeing?” you asked, exhaling deeply to try and physically release the stress you’d been holding.
Minho pursed his lips, making you narrow your eyes in suspicion. “So the thing is, it’s not really a movie, movie.”
“Minho, what are we watching?”
He mumbled it. “A BTS concert from 2019.”
“You took me to see your own movie?”
“It’s what they were showing! I had nothing to do with it, like they’re in the middle of a marathon. Last week they showed one from 2018.”
“Seems awfully convenient,” you mused.
“Trust me, I know. I thought I was losing my mind when I looked at their website earlier. But I promise I had nothing to do with it. Apparently, they have a really big fanbase in Hawai’i. You really think I’m so tacky I’d take a date to my own gig?”
“No comment.”
“Listen, I wouldn’t have taken you to a K-pop thing if there was something else playing, but there’s only the one lot. The music is good, trust me.”
“If you say so.”
Minhno smirked. “I do say so. I think you’ll like it, actually.”
“Oh, you do?”
“Yeah, I hear there’s someone very good-looking performing.”
You hummed thoughtfully. “Oh yeah, they’re supposed to be really handsome, right?”
“Fuck you.”
“I’d rather fuck you,” you quipped. He raised an eyebrow suggestively, making you laugh.
“What are we doing here, then?”
“We’re on our date!”
“But we could leave.”
“I can’t believe you’re trying to get into my pants on the first date,” you scoffed.
“I don’t have to try,” Minho pointed out. “I was already successful before our date. Many times, actually.”
“I was there, you don’t have to remind me.”
“Are you sure?”
You rolled your eyes through a grin. “Positive.”
“Alright, well let me know if you change your mind.”
“You’ll be the first to know,” you assured him, leaning over the center console to nudge his shoulder.
You stayed there, shoulders resting against each other. He looked over and smiled at you before reaching for your hand and taking it in his. He lifted his other hand to check his watch.
“The movie starts in about ten. I know they have a concession stand but if you want snacks you’ll probably have to be the one to get them. I can give you the money, obviously, I just can’t…”
“Leave the car,” you finished for him.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“I’ll go see what they have,” you decided. Minho handed you his wallet but you didn’t take it. “It’s on me. You bought the movie tickets.”
“You know I’m in this movie, right? You don’t have to worry about splitting the cost of everything.”
“I know, just, let me do this.”
Minho held his hands up in surrender and pocketed his wallet. “Fine, fine. Can you get me a beer?”
“Sure. Any kind in particular?”
“Whatever they have is fine. I’m not picky.”
You nodded and stepped out of the car, smoothing your dress out in case it had ridden up. You stood on your tip toes and craned your neck to try and find the concession stand above all of the cars.
Luckily, there was a big neon sign that read CONCESSIONS with an arrow pointing to a kiosk that was presumably sitting underneath it.
You wove inefficiently through the parking lot over to the sign, sighing when you spotted the long line. It was moving pretty fast so you didn’t have to wait very long and by the time you made it to the front, you still hadn’t decided what to get.
The woman behind the counter looked bored and impatient so naturally, you panicked.
“Hi, um can I please get a medium popcorn and two Nerds Ropes?”
“Anything to drink?”
Your eyes flicked to the menu overhead but all of the options seemed to blend together in an unintelligible jumble. “Uh, a water bottle and a peach High Noon, please. And what kind of beer do you guys have?”
She listed off a handful. You chose the first one you recognized and hoped it was one Minho wouldn’t mind too much. You waited as she ID’ed you and rang you up, dropping a couple of bills in the tip jar when she handed you your change.
You had stupidly declined a tray so you had to very precariously carry everything back to the car in your arms. It was one of those establishments that took the caps off of bottled drinks and opened cans before you were allowed to leave the counter which meant you had to be extra careful with how you balanced things so that nothing would spill.
“You good?” Minho asked, watching you struggle with everything. “I’d help, but that would kind of defeat the purpose of not going to get the stuff in the first place.”
“I’m fine,” you insisted.
He didn’t look convinced but it wasn’t like he could do anything but watch so he didn’t comment further until you were seated again.
“What’d you end up getting?”
“Well, popcorn.”
“It’s not a movie without it.”
“Exactly,” you agreed and handed him the bucket. “And I got us a water to share and some Nerds Ropes, I hope you like those.”
“Love em.”
“And then I got myself a High Noon and I got you a Heineken. I’m sorry, I blanked when she told me all of the types of beer they served and chose the first one I knew.”
“It’s okay! I told you I’m not picky. Heinekens are fine, babe, thank you.”
“Are you sure?”
Minho chuckled and took a sip from the bottle as if to prove to you that he liked them. “Yeah! Why wouldn’t they be? Do you have something against Heinekins?”
You made a face. “Bad memories.”
“Mm, I see. In that case, I won’t offer you any.”
“Thank you. Did you want to try some of my drink?”
“Sure, what’d you say it was?”
You passed it to him. “A High Noon. Have you never had one?”
“No, I don’t usually go for seltzers.” You watched him take a sip, laughing when he made a similar face to the one you had made just a few moments prior. “Oh god, the bubbles hurt.”
“How big of a sip did you take?!”
“A regular-sized sip! The carbonation is just a lot!”
“You’re so dramatic. Beer is also carbonated!”
“Not that carbonated!”
You rolled your eyes. “You just enjoy your drink and I’ll enjoy mine.”
“Gladly.”
Just then, the parking lot’s overhead lights dimmed. The projector flickered to life, casting the station to which to tune your car’s radio. Minho fidgeted with the dial until it was tuned to the right frequency.
“Welcome to Aloha Drive-In’s adult-only feature film of the night! We have late-night showings for ages eighteen and up every weekday.”
“What makes it adults-only?” you asked aloud. “Is it actually a strip show or something?”
“They serve alcohol,” Minho explained. “Something with the licensing prevents them from offering it during regular showings.”
“Oh.”
“I can give one when we get back later, though.”
“Only if you sing the whole time.”
He grinned. “Name the song, I’ll do it.”
“Please stay in your car for the duration of the film unless you need the restroom or concessions. In case of emergency...”
You listened to the rest of the spiel in silence, snacking lightly on what you’d bought until the BigHit logo appeared on the screen.
You had to admit that it was a pretty good concert, even though you didn’t have a lot of context as to what was going on. It seemed like there were a lot of inside jokes between the artists and the fans that you were missing because you weren’t a fan.
Minho pointed himself out during each song, sometimes giving extra context to the performances, like how long rehearsals were for them or how they had to change the choreography because someone named J-hope didn’t like the way the formations looked.
You realized this was the first time you were seeing Minho dance. And he was good. You knew he wasn’t the focal point of the concert but you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He made all of the movements look so easy, so natural.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him watching you, gauging your reactions. You could tell he was pleased by how entranced you were and even though you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of ogling over him, it was impossible not to.
You were surprised by how many of the songs were... sexy. The subtitles didn’t translate the lyrics, only the dialogue, but from the dance moves, you got the feeling that they weren’t all PG.
“I thought you said this wasn’t a striptease,” you muttered, watching the dancers’ hips roll in time with the music.
Minho laughed. “We’re not stripping,” he insisted.
“You might as well be.”
“Just keep watching.”
You did, keeping your attention on on-screen Minho. The camera cut to him for a brief second as he had a moment with one of the members and you almost gasped out loud as he wrapped a hand around the older man’s neck. You shifted in your seat, squeezing your thighs together as the Minho on the screen squeezed Namjoon’s (?) throat. Minho’s gaze fell to your lap when he caught the movement of your legs.
“Are you cold?”
“Um, a little,” you lied.
You were in fact, not cold at all. You were actually feeling a little warm.
“Here,” Minho said, reaching behind him to grab something. It was a blanket, and he draped it over your legs. “Don’t worry, it’s not the same one from the beach.”
You nodded in appreciation, grateful that he had clarified that it was a clean blanket and not the one that had been laid down in the sand and had sex on top of from the night before.
Minho kept a hand on your thigh even after he’d situated the blanket on your lap.
“Warming you up,” he explained before you could ask.
You were a little suspicious of his true intentions but he wasn’t moving his hand and he had gone back to watching the movie so you let it go.
The snacks you bought lasted you throughout the majority of the film. Once you’d finished them, you put the candy wrappers in the empty popcorn bowl and placed it on the floor of the car so that you could lean across the center console and rest your head on Minho’s shoulder. He met you halfway to make it less uncomfortable for you. It was a little awkward, trying to position yourselves in a way that felt natural.
Your suspicions about Minho’s hand were of course proved correct when you felt it begin to inch upward. Your thighs parted automatically for him before you could process what was happening. It was pathetic how responsive your body was to him.
“I’ve been trying so hard not to stare at you all night,” he confessed. “Look so fucking pretty in this dress.”
“You should try harder,” you teased, reminding him of when you had to kick him under the table at dinner with his family.
“You’d be doing the same thing if you were in my shoes,” he insisted.
“No, because I have self-control.”
“Oh, really?” he asked, fingers ghosting over your panties.
You sucked in a breath, physically holding yourself back from arching into his touch.
“This isn’t affecting you at all?”
You shook your head. “Nope.”
“What about this?”
You knew he could feel how wet you were getting. It was pointless to lie. But even as he pulled your underwear to the side and teased you by putting the tip of his middle finger inside of you, you wouldn’t admit it.
“This is doing nothing for you?” Minho prodded, curling his finger in a little deeper.
You gasped and gripped the car door handle, nervously checking your surroundings to ensure you weren’t being watched. Minho had parked in the back of the lot so there was no one behind you. Everyone else seemed zoned in on the concert playing like they were supposed to be.
“I asked you a question,” he reminded you.
“Feeling nothing,” you lied.
Minho tongued his cheek in annoyance even though it was clear you were just fucking with him.
“You’re such a brat.”
“You already knew that.”
He sighed. “That’s true.”
You were both quiet for a couple of beats, letting the screams of the crowd fill the silence. Minho’s finger was still halfway inside of you under the blanket and your dress and you had to try very hard not to think about it.
Then, beside you, Minho laughed.
“What?” you mumbled absentmindedly, forcing yourself to keep staring at the screen.
“Watching me dance is making you clench around my finger.”
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and you sunk down in your seat, which coincidentally pushed Minho’s finger deeper inside of you, making you whimper.
“It’s not my fault!” you cried before he could say anything. “Obviously I’m going to be turned on by seeing you move like that!”
“You don’t need to explain yourself,” he assured you, voice full of amusement. “I’m glad I can make you feel that way. Quite flattered, actually.”
“You’re such a dick.”
He leaned over to whisper in your ear even though you were sitting right next to each other and no one else could hear your conversation. “And I’ve heard I’ve got a pretty nice one too. What do you say we get out of here?”
-
You made it through most of the concert, you figured that might as well count as a whole date, right? It was the thought that counted. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care either way as Minho’s tongue traced the outline of your cunt.
He was on his knees for you, holding you against the wall of his hotel room with your leg over his shoulder. You moaned softly and pulled at his hair, making him grunt into you.
He paused for a second. You assumed it was to catch his breath but then he started talking.
“I’m sorry we didn’t finish our date,” he murmured against your thigh, kissing it as further apology.
“No you’re not,” you laughed breathily. You knew there was nothing else he would rather be doing right now.
“I am,” he insisted, “I said I wanted to take you out on a real date, not just have sex, and I couldn’t even control myself for a few hours.”
“To be fair, we spent all day together,” you pointed out.
“You know what I meant,” he sighed.
“I know, and I believe you,” you said, ignoring Jisung’s words in the back of your mind. “It’s not like I didn’t want to do this too.” Minho pushed out his bottom lip, half pouting. “Do you want to stop?” you asked.
“No, of course not,” he answered immediately.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to keep going.”
Minho stood up and took your hand, pressing it against the bulge over his pants. “I don’t want to stop.”
You gulped. “Okay.”
He sank down to his knees again and lifted the skirt of your dress, motioning for you to hook your leg over his shoulder like you had earlier. You did, with a little noise of effort. You didn’t have the strength to stand on one foot for very long so you hoped Minho wouldn’t make you stay like that forever.
“Good girl,” he praised, making your knees even weaker than they already were. “Fuck, you’re dripping. I’m sorry, baby.”
You didn’t realize he meant literally until you felt his tongue on the inside of your thigh. You shivered as he traveled higher and higher, collecting your arousal on his taste buds. He reached the apex of your thigh and moaned, sucking hard at the place just below your hip to punctuate the feat.
“There we go. Wouldn’t want to make a mess on the hotel’s nice carpet, would we?” he asked breathlessly.
You wanted to roll your eyes at his excuse. “You can just say you’re addicted to my pussy, it’s okay.”
“Fine. I’m addicted to your pussy.”
His head disappeared beneath your dress for the third time, and he was back at it like he had to prove what he’d admitted to, something you both already knew to be true. You trembled, hands flying to the back of his head to push him further into you, and he mumbled something that sounded encouraging but was unintelligible.
You yelped as he pushed his tongue inside you, legs shaking. He lifted one of his hands and waved it in front of you, offering it for you to hold so that you could stabilize yourself... somewhat.
You took it and squeezed hard, earning another eager sound from Minho. Having his hand helped a little, but not enough to get you to relax enough to where you felt like you could cum without falling over and breaking something.
“I think-” you started, voice shaking, “I think I’m going to fall if you keep going.”
He resurfaced, looking a mix of disheveled and feral.
“Wanna sit on my face?”
“I’d rather sit on something else,” you quipped, yanking him up by the collar of his shirt.
He moved easily, despite him being much stronger than you. He simply wasn’t resisting. You pushed him onto the bed with one hand and climbed on top of him with a smirk. You hadn’t forgotten that he said he would be a good boy for you when you were at the movies earlier and you wondered just how far he was willing to actually take that.
You had dommed plenty of lovers in the past but you hadn’t tested those waters with Minho yet, although it seemed that he was more than willing to adapt to this change of pace. He was already gazing at you longingly with those big brown eyes of his, allowing you to pin him to the bed.
Your theory was all the more confirmed when he started talking.
“I didn’t make you cum yet, though,” Minho whined, suppressing a moan as you grinded against him.
“You’ll make me cum with your dick,” you assured him.
“I wanted to with my mouth!”
“You always want to with your mouth.”
“Yeah, because you taste so good when you cum,” he panted.
“If you want it that bad, you can eat me out after you fuck me.”
“But-”
“What happened to being a good boy?”
He went quiet at that and you were afraid you had misread the situation entirely until he let out a quiet, “sorry.”
“What was that?” you asked.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, a little louder this time. “I’ll be good for you.”
You smiled and began to unbutton his shirt. “That’s what I like to hear.”
039: i can never look any of them in the eyes again…. well, except johnny
light a flame [39/51]
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☆ summary: when your roommate quits his job at the coffee shop you frequent you never imagined the new guy would be hot or even your type. to make matters worse you both study law at the same university.
your friends to try to convince you to get together with him. you try to convince them you just find him really nice… but are you able to convince yourself?
☆ a/n: i’m going to be so busy the next few weeks so i won’t have time to post😭 i don’t know when i’ll be back, but by the mid/end of january i think! also, there’s a timeskip after this👀 so i guess life just imitates art😩 in the meantime i’ve opened up requests throughout january! i hope you enjoyed this part, and i always appreciate likes, comments and reblogs!
