𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ; university! au, fuckbuddies to lovers, slowburn.
𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 ; na jaemin x oc!
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; it wasn’t rare for na jaemin, the smart and sexy med student to sleep around, but it was rare for him to sleep with someone an hour after meeting them, and it was even rarer for him to go back to the same girl for months on end. He was looking for excuses, just like she was— how long until there was no need for excuses anymore.
𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 ; 00’ liners of nct, txt, a few members of le sserafim, aespa and itzy.
𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐁𝐈.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; sex, minors please stay away, suggestive as fuck, mentions of literally anything, threesomes, sleeping around in the same friend group, some of the side characters might date or are dating, swearing, shit ton of it, could have smut, jealousy. MINORS PAY ATTENTION TO THE WARNINGS!!
𝐀𝐊𝐈’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; I was actually so gassed for ‘after hours’ but I switched phone and Apple sucks so anyways, I’m writing this instead. I’ve got a bit from free time for summer, so I figured I should get back to my roots HAHAHAHAH. Anyways, I included Mark too cause why would I not. Also, cliche ass story ik 😔. I lowkey couldn’t decide between Jaemin and Yeonjun, so like I watched TikTok edits to inspire myself 😋. All loves.
3 months. That’s it. 3 months or about 91 days until dad!Jaehyun would meet his baby girl and time was flying by so quickly. It felt like yesterday he was staring at the two lines on a pregnancy test and feeling faint. It felt like just yesterday he was looking at an ultrasound with a tiny smudge and being told it was the baby.
All these firsts flew by so fast and he was taking it in stride, barely registering how much could change in just a few weeks. Just a few months ago he was crying listening to his baby girl’s first heart beat. Just a few months ago he was twirling you around after cutting into a pink cake, surrounded by your loved ones.
He rarely got time to reflect on how fast everything had been changing, but today was one of those days where the hours ticked by slowly. A day where you had both been too lazy to even get dressed fully, too lazy to be out of bed for longer than 10 minutes, and lazy enough to sleep the whole day. Okay, maybe that last one was just you, but Jaehyun wasn’t going to argue since you were growing another life inside you.
The TV was playing some random episode of a random show you had put on a couple hours ago. His eyes moved from the screen to your curled up form and he smiled.
Your hair was pulled up into a messy bun, mussed from sleep and laying around. The shirt you were wearing was one of his from years ago, a thin cotton material with holes on the hem that he’d been wanting to throw away for years, but became one of your go to shirts around the house. It was “so soft and comfy” you had claimed, “the baby likes it.” It made Jaehyun chuckle every time. Your legs were bare and underwear you had once claimed he would never seen because he “would lose all attraction for you” covered you.
Marriage had changed a lot for the both of you in the best ways. The shirt he hated had become your favorite, a source of comfort. The underwear you hated, had strangely become his favorites on you. Something about you being comfortable enough to share something that once brought you shame warmed his heart.
On any other lazy day 7 months ago, or even longer he knows he’d say and think the same thing, but something about looking at you now felt different, almost majestic. The sun was streaming through the sheer white curtains and illuminating you like you were some kind of goddess. It couldn’t be just the sunlight, there was something else about you. Maybe it was a new vibrancy in your skin or the rosiness that had become a permanent fixture on your face.
Jaehyun looked at you and felt his eyes turn into hearts. You were breathtaking without even doing anything. He must have done something really great in his past life, like saving an orphanage from a fire to be blessed with the sight of such a divine being. A goddess just inches away from him and his wife.
Love wasn’t even an emotion strong enough to describe how he was feeling. Yes, of course he loved you, but if you mixed love with cherishing you, adoration, besotted you, infatuation, and being enamored by you, maybe that would get closer to how he let for you.
You stirred and he stilled, his breath caught in his throat. You blinked your eyes open with the most adorable groggy face ever and in that moment he prayed that your daughter would come out looking just like you. Another human that looked like you for him to dedicate his life to.
You stretched your arms up, your bump arching into the air, before you settled with a sigh, “why are you staring at me?”
“Because I love you.”
You snorted, pushing his face away with a gentle hand, “weirdo.”
Jaehyun laughed, turning his face to press a kiss to your palm, “you love it.”
“Something more than that,” you hum, turning your attention back to the screen with your free hand resting on your bump.
summary -> yeonjun always keeps one flower to himself from your bouquet and you can't figure out why.
one flower.
you for the life of you couldn’t wrap your head around it. whenever yeonjun gave you a bouquet, you noticed how there was one singular flower of the same kind sitting promptly on yeonjun’s countertop. first gone unnoticed until around the third or fourth set of flowers.
yeonjun always did little things that left you perplexed. always taking the long way home, watching movies on live television when he already owned them. he was a puzzle you were dying to solve.
you sat there, propped up on your elbows, staring at the singular rose that faced you.
“baby?“ yeonjun calls.
"yeah?” immediately refocusing your stares onto him in front of you.
“can you pass the salt?” he asks with a small smile.
you do nothing but smile in return as you push the salt yeonjun’s way.
“now, I know your rule, but just for once let the cook clean up.” yeonjun speaks, breaking the small silence.
“but-”
“i know today wasn’t the easiest so let me, please.” he pleads.
“i never said today was hard.” you replied, not necessarily denying it.
“you said your friend called out, I know things tend to be rough without her on saturdays.” yeonjun retorts.
“i don’t deserve you, yeonjun.” reaching over the counter to lightly press a small kiss to yeonjun’s lips.
yeonjun kept his promise, cleaning up while telling you about the next song he was working on.
your arms find their way wrapped around yeonjun’s waist as he hums in response.
your eyes meet the rose once again.
“why do you always keep one?” you blurt out.
yeonjun wipes his hands on the wash cloth, turning around. he blinks for a moment before tilting his head, “what?”
“the flowers. whenever you get me flowers you keep one. not that I mind I mean obviously keep one if you like the flowers, but-”
“oh! I keep one to see when it dies.” yeonjun interrupts.
“you what..?” you said being even more lost than before.
“you know, so I know when to get you more.” he states as if this was common knowledge.
all of your thoughts are consumed by yeonjun. like a wave swallowing you whole and you wanted to be pulled under.
everything yeonjun did made your heart pound. the way yeonjun leaves little notes around the house for you. the way yeonjun’s smile leaves you breathless. the way yeonjun scrunches his face when you tell a terrible joke. the way yeonjun didn’t understand how absolutely perfect he was.
“i love you.” you confess, barely above a whisper. quite obviously terrified to say it out loud.
“that’s good because i love you too.” yeonjun says, calming you down instantly, not that your heart wasn’t still racing.
“i’m gonna kiss you now.” is all you say before cupping yeonjun’s cheek and smashing your lips together.
summary -> mark had always been the hopeless romantic type
a/n -> from my old account again trying to clear out drafts
“I think I’m genuinely, wholeheartedly obsessed with you.”
one beat. two. the words hung dry in the air for several seconds, fervently waiting for you to unhook and catch them, but you remained still.
mark did too. he seemed transfixed on the traffic below, his eyes cast on the hundreds of tiny blue and red lights that rhythmically flowed through your city like blood pumping through veins.
as the silence grew louder, your skin became warmer. you wished you could read his thoughts.
plucking out a strand of grass that stood between your crossed legs and above the rest, you spoke, “sounds clinical.”
“It is.” he was quick, as if he had been waiting with baited breath. you could hear his smile so vividly.
a breeze blew.
“Is it deadly?” there was humor in your voice, but that gasping laugh of his you were accustomed to did not follow.
mark’s shoulders only twitched. “maybe.”
another breeze.
when the quiet settled once more, you stretched your legs out before the steep hill you sat on and laid on the turf behind. It was only then that mark finally turned to look at you, as if he was seeking permission to do so, waiting for the standstill between the two of you to end.
you did not expect to see the sincerity that resided in his eyes.
with an inhale, your eyelids slowly closed shut, ears perked to every whistle of the wind and every honk of a distant car. “I’ll find a cure then.”
the sound of rustling could be heard until a familiar warmth nestled itself beside you. he teasingly tapped the tip of his shoe to yours, but to you it seemed more like a plea.
“no.” the slight tremor to his voice made it hard to breath. “I happen to really like having this particular obsession.” he was whispering, cool breath brushing tenderly over the curve of your ear, like sweet caresses.
cautiously, you swallowed. “even if it kills you?” It was hardly even a murmur.
your daughter doesn't like it when gojo puts on his blindfold, so when she meets him, she takes it off him every time.
“dad, you look prettier without this thing.” you and he are laughing at her smug face. he puts her on his lap and looks at you, asking her the question, “is your mom beautiful?” you chuckle and raise your eyebrow, waiting for an answer, “she's always beautiful!” you cheerfully clap your hands while the blue-eyed girl is playing with gojo's blindfold.
you stirred awake, shifting around to feel for your boyfriend next to you. you tried to roll over, hoping to land somewhere next to him but you rolled right to his empty side of the bed.
you groaned, opening your eyes and scanned the room. there was no sign of the brown haired man anywhere. you rolled back to your side of the bed and checked the time on your phone. the time 7:21am shone in your face, making you wince.
"what the fuck?" you mumbled to yourself. your boyfriend never woke up past 12pm if he didn't have a schedule and you could have sworn he was free today. you stood up, stretching your arms over your head with a pop. you suddenly heard the sound of metal clanging together from outside your bedroom. "hyuck?" you called from the top of the stairs.
you heard the padder of feet on the floor, running from the kitchen to where the staircase was. haechan rounded the corner. he had what seemed like flour in his hair and egg on his shirt. you gave him a confused look and was about to walk down until he shouted, "wait not yet!" you stopped where you were. "not yet wait in the room. i'll be up soon," he continued. you were too tired to argue against him, just turning around and walking back to the shared bedroom.
you laid on the bed, checking through your notifs when the door opened. haechan walked into the room holding a small tray with pancakes and eggs on it. you sat up with a smile on your face as he placed it on your lap and got into bed next to you. "what's the occasion hyckie," you asked. you were thankful but still confused.
"you let me suck on your tits so happy mothers day baby," haechan smiled, kissing your cheek. you slapped him on the back of the head as he laughed next to you.
“does this count as my birthday gift?” haechan grins as you sink down onto him, the both of you letting out content sighs at the feeling. your eyes struggle to stay open over his cock stretching you out so deliciously. he holds your hips tight as you clamp around him. he has to stop himself from pushing you all the way down, you’re torturing him with how slow you adjust to his size, but even through his lack of patience he doesn’t want to hurt you.
“thought maybe you’d be less irritating this week if you got laid” you try to keep your composure but its hard, you can never keep up your little mean act once haechan was inside of you. its like all the power you have outside melts away the moment you’re in his bed, and its completely evaporated once you get a feel of him.
“could say the same thing about you and your little attitude problem, princess” he chuckles, his demeanor turning more dominant the moment he can have you to himself. you say you hate him but you keep coming to him whenever you need a good fuck. and he was always going to be there to give it to you even if you didn’t deserve it. you got on his nerves, and he got on yours even more. petty fights in the apartment you two shared started to be filled with more and more tension until the both of you snapped. so now whenever either of you were being more annoying than usual, it always ended with you riding him with no help until you cry, him fucking you absolutely stupid or you overstimulating him and slapping him around for being a dick.
“how unfortunate that you made it through another year”
“it would be unfortunate for you… since you cant seem to get enough of my cock” he has that stupid little smirk on his face as your body starts to go limp, you can barely hold yourself up and you were trying to keep up with the pace you created, the boy under you taking all you gave him. since it’s his birthday it would only make sense for you to do the work and make him feel good, but it’s easy to get lost in pleasure when you’re on top of him. you rut your hips up while you press haechan closer into your chest, letting his lips leave wet hot kisses on the sticky skin of your chest and neck. he talks in your ear and it encourages you to move faster, his moans getting louder while you try to push him to the edge.
when your pace falters slightly, haechan helps you move faster and the way you clit grazes along the skin of his abdomen has the feeling of your orgasm building up faster than you’d like. you clench around haechan uncontrollably and he bites down on your sweaty shoulder, feeling his own orgasm getting closer. he could tell you were close, your breathing was slower like you were holding it in. he always had to remind you to breathe during times like this, but sometimes he liked watching you gasp for air as you cum.
“gonna cum before the birthday boy? how selfish…” you shake your head at his teasing and you try to slow down but haechans grip on you doesn’t loosen. he takes one of his hands to bring it down to your clit and you shudder, so close you could feel it all over your body.
“hae- fuck- haechan, gonna cum” the words barely come out of you coherently, whines and mumbles leaving your mouth as the pressure on your clit deepens.
“me too baby, cum for me” his words tickle your neck and you finally feel the rush of your orgasm, you stop moving as haechan holds you on him, rocking you slowly as you spasm around him, triggering his own orgasm. you both have your heads thrown back in pleasure, you’re milking his cock for every drop of cum and you don’t stop until your body stops shaking and he’s gently lifting you off of him from the overstimulation.
you both watch as a mix of his and your cum leak out of you, it drips down his thighs and you make a note to put these sheets in the wash before you go to bed. you turn over to lay on your back, legs burning from being bent for who knows how long. after a few minutes of recollecting, you can feel haechan shift next to you. he turns you slightly so he can spoon you, fingers grazing the exposed skin of your stomach and thighs as he presses his still hard cock against your bare ass.
“i think since im 24 today, we should fuck 24 times” you can hear the smile in his voice behind you, the way he talks like he came up with the best idea ever. all you can do is roll your eyes before reaching behind you to align his cock with your cunt.
summary : one thing about your boyfriend, mark, is that he would always take care of you — even if you were annoyingly drunk — and he was embarrassingly in love
genre : fluff, mark x afab!reader, slice of life
tws : language, kissing, mentions of alcohol, pet names
author notes : oh he’d be a good boyfriend i just know it
word count : 1k
it’s a good thing the elevator in your apartment hadn’t gone out yet, otherwise the man on your arm would’ve been upset — though he’d never let you know that.
he just loved you too much for that. and you kept telling him about how much of a good night it was for you; he’d never dream of ruining that.
“baby,” he stated quietly, pulling your arm around his waist higher, as it kept slipping, “hold on, just a little longer… why’d you have to live on the 10th floor? thank god the elevator isn’t out. is the view really worth it though?” he watched the numbers climb, illuminated electronically above the door.
your eyebrows furrowed, and though you were hunched against him, you willed your head up. deadpanning, you replied, “duh.” to which he just laughed at. “you just don’t get it mark! have you seen it? it’s beautiful! not more than you, but you know.”
“many times — actually, i helped you move in, baby.”
you giggled, head falling into his side, “y-yeah, you did… do you remember haechan falling up the stairs? he wasn’t even carrying anything heavy! oh my god, it was so funny i swear i peed my pants!”
mark thought that, for a drunk girl, you were very good at not sounding slurred with your words. however, standing or walking in a straight line were two very different tasks for you to accomplish in this state. but he thought it was cute that you thought of him to pick you up and make sure you got home safely. he loved that you loved him so much; shared so many memories with him and were still willing to make more. and truthfully, he loved you more.
the elevator dinged, the voice telling you that the doors were now opening. mark braced his arm around you tighter, hiking you up to be, at least a little, straighter.
you trudged along, holding him back with his attempts to keep a steady pace. you knew it was difficult to move on your own accord in your current state but, honestly you could’ve just fallen asleep on the floor if you fell.
“work— with— me— here, y/n. please,” he gritted, practically dragging your giggling figure. “do you even want to sleep in your own bed?”
your eyes narrowed soberly, “are you staying?”
“will that make you walk faster?”
as if possessed, the thought alone was enough to make you straighten your back and begin willing your legs to move — clumsily, but you knew your boyfriend was still a crutch to make sure you didn’t hit the floor.
he laughed in disbelief, then relief once you two finally had made it to your numbered door; mark putting in the passcode and it chiming with satisfaction.
“you scare me sometimes, baby.”
you hopped in place, the door swinging open with the length of his arm. you slumped against the wall, unhooking the strap of your heels and kicking them off.
“let’s go to bed!” and when you were about take off down the hall, a hand grabbed yours and stopped you — your feet comically still stomping in place. your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked over your shoulder in confusion.
“first,” he started, leading you down the hall; for a moment you thought he just didn’t want you to run, but he turned off into your bathroom. he hit the switch and illuminated the room, your eyes shutting instinctively. “your makeup.”
you whined, trying to get out of his grip, “no.”
“you’ll kill me in the morning, babe,” he grabbed your waist, hoisting you onto the counter and trapping you with his body, “it won’t take long.”
your pinky swung from the porcelain and into his view, “promise.” you weren’t asking, and that made him laugh.
his pinky connected with yours, “promise.” he replied adamantly, mimicking your movement and kissing the end of his balled fist.
he got to work, grabbing the remover and a couple cotton rounds. he gently swiped your skin, and you swear your head kept drifting to the side with tiredness. you couldn’t help that your boyfriend was the sole reason you could get a good-nights sleep. instead of trying to keep you up, he grabbed it, huffing out another laugh at your antics, but letting you fully fall asleep in his hand.
mark admired you as he tried his best to get the mascara off, smudging it and making you look a little foolish. he thought you were cute; the way your lips were parted, small snores leaving them. the slight crease of your brows as he put your moisturizer and serums on. he swears he could feel his heart swell, knowing you were just that comfortable around him — so adamant to have him by your side — to have him love you.
and he did.
he loved you so fucking much. his future was you. if he was your world, you were his sun. you were his lifeline. you were the one person he knew he could rely on without contest. if he was a producer, you were his muse. everything revolved around you. even if his thoughts weren’t originally for you, they’d eventually make their way back to you. he was excited to talk to you about anything and everything. he was blindsided by a love as strong as this mutual one. he’d die for you, and that’s why he lives.
honestly, he was so embarrassingly emotional right now for you, he could feel the tears welling up.
he swallowed the lump in his throat, grabbing the other side of your head and watching as you blinked blearily.
you smiled sleepily, “when’d you get here, baby?”
he could feel your arms climb to be around his neck, pulling him and simultaneously pushing yourself to get body-to-body. you always craved the warmth (even without thinking) like you were cold-blooded.
“i’m always here.” he kissed the side of your mouth, whispering against your lips, “now, let’s go to bed?”
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