jay looks offended, deeply offended, and if they handed out oscars for the most disturbed-looking husband on a random thursday afternoon, he would’ve walked up to that stage with a speech memorized. no hesitation.
he lowers the hammer in his hand, lets it drop onto the half-assembled desk with a dull clunk, and wipes his forehead with the back of his arm, smearing a bit of sawdust across his temple.
“i literally married you,” he says, breathless, as he steps near you, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“yeah but people marry people,” you sigh, putting on a faux sad expression, “but do you really love me—”
“darling, i’m literally building you a wooden vanity closet,” he cuts you quick in your sentence, his eyes wide, “and it has been three hours now. i wouldn’t do that for anyone else.”
you press your lips together to keep from laughing. “you look good doing it though.”
his jaw ticks, he knows not to lose his patience, especially when you are all cute and testing it. he still thinks your question is ridiculous, of course he loves you. he loves you way more than the effort he’s putting in the vanity, and it’s not even one percent of what he’d do for you.
“my back hurts.” he sighs yet again
“because you love me?” “because i’m married to you,” he deadpans, rolls his eyes and strawls closer to you.
you pout. it’s exaggerated, a little playful. “so you don’t love me?”
jay huffs, then drops to his knees in front of you with a thud, on the bed. his hands settle on your thighs, sawdust and all, and his fingers press into your skin gently, grounding.
he looks up. his eyes are warm, but serious. intense, even.
“you drive me insane,” he murmurs. “you leave the shower light on. you forget where your charger is every day. you sing off-key when you think i’m not listening.”
you breathe stops, and before you can muster up a sentence, he says again.
“and i love you like i’m sick with it.”
you feel like your stops, with blood rushing up to your cheeks you really don’t know if you can handle this anymore. his thumb brushes over your knee.
“and if you say dumb shit like that again,” he says, voice low, “i might have to marry you again, just to prove a point.”
you open your mouth, ready to sass him back, but he leans in before you can.
his hand finds your waist, warm and rough from hours of sanding wood. his other hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth like he’s mapping it out. like he missed it all day. like he needed this more than food or rest or sanity.
and then he kisses you. not a soft peck. not a tired brush of lips. it’s full. warm. deliberate.
his mouth slides against yours like he’s finally off the clock, like this is his reward — the only thing that makes the bruised knees and splinters and forgotten lunch worth it.
your fingers twist into his shirt instinctively. his thumb brushes down the side of your neck as his lips move against yours with something a little hungry, a little breathless, but still so stupidly in love.
you pull away for air, lips tingling, chest rising in soft, quick breaths. your fingers are still fisted in his shirt, and he looks up at you like you just knocked the wind out of him — which, to be fair, you did.
jay’s lips are red, a little kiss-swollen, and he’s breathing just as hard.
you blink, lips tingling. “so, i guess, you really do love me?”
“i love you when you talk too much,” he continues against your lips, grinning, “and when you ask dumb questions, like if i still love you.”
you let out a tiny gasp, equal parts amused and overwhelmed, and he pulls you even closer, your forehead pressed to his. your hands rest on his shoulders, thumbs brushing the slope of his neck.
“hey,” you whine softly, but he leans forward again and steals another kiss before you can complain further — short, warm, like a punctuation mark.
“i spend three hours building a closet,” he continues, kisses the corner of your mouth, “you sit here looking like a whole heart attack—” another kiss, this time near your chin, “—and then you ask—” kiss “—me—” kiss “—if i—” kiss “love you?” another kiss.
you laugh into his shoulder, hands slipping up into his hair, heart stopping “i just wanted to hear it.”
his lips curl, lazy and crooked. “you’re so annoying,” he mutters
your breath catches as he rests his forehead against yours, noses brushing, full of love. “god,” he mutters, eyes still closed, “you drive me insane,” he chuckles again like a reminder.
“you like it,” you whisper, a chuckle falling on your lips.
he smiles, just a little. then, without letting go of you, he sinks to the floor.
kneels. infront of you.
his arms wrap around your waist, cheek pressing softly to your thigh. he exhales against the fabric of your shorts, like being close to you settles everything.
you run your fingers through his hair, slow. comforting. he hums under his breath, content and quiet, letting his body relax against your leg.
“this okay?” he sighs, his lips tickling your skin as he grins on it.
you nod, resting your hand on his cheek. “yeah,” you smile. “more than okay.”
his lashes flutter as he closes his eyes again.
and there you sit, a half-finished vanity in the corner, a husband with sawdust on his arms and love in every touch, and a kiss still tingling on your lips like a promise that never gets old.
your heartbeat is still racing a little. his breaths are slower now. calm. heavy.
“i love you,” he says eventually, voice muffled and slept against your thigh.
you smile. bend forward and kiss the top of his head, “i know. i love you more.”
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The “Snugrats” set is all about cozy chaos and nostalgic comfort!
Included in the set:
♡ Bedside Table (cardboard stack) ♡
♡ Smart Speaker 1 ♡
♡ Smart Speaker 2 ♡
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Word Count: 5.7k lets gooo
Synopsis: Fem! Reader x Jay (being his usual daddy self)
Warnings: Besties…okay so there is corruption kink of course, some slight use of daddy of course, minor minor choking like he doesn’t choke he sorta just holds your neck, edging and a shit load of teasing, lots and lots of dirty talk, jay literally teases so much, use of pet names like baby and cherub (hence the name), sexual tension galore, there is male oral, ah yes pillow humping too, fingering, honestly it’s a lot asdfsdf
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He was very close to you. You could smell his cologne and it smelled nice, bergamot with hints of vanilla. You ignored it for the most part as you took notes, fidgeting when Jay’s hand brushed against your leg when he dropped his pencil, scooting over some to allow him to grab it easier.
“Sorry love didn’t mean to make you jump.”
“It’s okay, you didn’t mean to,” you replied timidly, gnawing down on your lower lip as you tried to focus your gaze back on the lecture. You tried to also ignore how your leg tingled from barely being touched, rubbing your calves together in an attempt to make it go away.
“The lecture is kinda boring huh,” Jay whispered to you, his breath making your ear tingle from his peppermint chewing gum.
“Uh no, I am enjoying it. Why do you ask?” you answered, keeping your gaze straight.
“Because your textbook is on page 115 and he’s on 146. I usually look to you when I space out, you gotta stay focused so I can stay focused.”
which is quite unusual, considering you could fall asleep anywhere. you’d like to blame it on the fact that your brother is having a sleepover with his friends and they’re being too noisy. or is it the fact that he’s here?
nonetheless, you find yourself in the kitchen at nearly midnight, staring off into space. the oreos are laid out in the open on the kitchen island and the thirst for a glass of milk enlarges with each cookie you eat.
you sigh and push yourself onto your feet and off the barstool to make the short walk to the cabinets. you open the cabinets to find that whoever did the dishes last, placed the cups at the very top of the shelves. the thought of drinking the milk straight from the carton crossed your mind, but you decided against it, you’re better than that.
getting on your tippy toes and stretching your arm as far as it goes, you attempt to reach for a glass. the tips of your fingers skim one of them just barely and you feel slightly defeated. you think that maybe its time to invest into a step-stool.
“y/n?”
a familiar voice cuts through your thoughts and you turn so fast, you swear you got whiplash. brother’s best friend!taehyun is leaning against the door frame, hands stuffed into his pajama pants and an amused smirk across his face.
“what are you doing up?” he asks, walking to the kitchen island and leaning up against it. taehyun picks up an oreo and slips it into his mouth, while you watch, mesmerized. “i hope it isn’t because of us. if so, i can tell your brother to shut up, he’s got a big mouth.”
you let out a breathy laugh, “yea, kai is loud.” taehyun snickers at your comment and continues to eat the oreos, eyes trained on you. the thump of your heart gets louder with every passing second, so you divert your attention away and decide to turn back around and attempt to grab a glass. it doesn’t work because you can still feel his eyes on you and your heartbeat only quickens.
“need help?” before you can even reply, taehyun is making his way around the island, stopping behind you. you can feel his hands lightly rest at the sides of your waist, gently moving you over. your stomach explodes with butterflies and the sound of your fast-beating heart is so loud, you’re surprised he doesn’t hear it.
he reaches up and effortlessly plucks the glass from its place and hands it to you, his fingers brushing over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. taehyun leans down, his breath hovering near your ear. “sweet dreams, y/n.” his voice is honey to your ears with the way your name rolls off his tongue so smoothly.
taehyun leaves the kitchen shortly after, leaving you dazed.
➝ pairings. husband!seo changbin x thick!fem!reader
➝ genre. smut, established relationship
➝ warnings. unprotected sex, breeding kink, pet names, subtle possessiveness, marking
➝ word count. 449 words
➝ notes. i just wanted a small drabble to celebrate changbinnie’s birthday and i love husband!changbin so much so here it is! and since it is midnight in Australia, thus making it the glorious day I shall share it with you all (even though im sure for many of you his birthday is still hours away) minors, black blogs and ageless blogs will be blocked!!!
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Changbin loved his wife, practically worshipped the ground that you walked on. Every day he was thankful that you, his beloved wife, had chosen to spend the rest of your life with him of all people. He admired everything about you, from how you controlled your working life and how you had gifted him the beautiful daughter that shared his eyes and your nose.
🖇️ smut includes — switch!jisung + switch!reader, use of mirror (again yes) degradation (reader gets called slut, desperate, pathetic, etc + ji gets called desperate etc), perv!ji, slight oral fixation, teasing, cum swallowing, grinding, mentions of edging, slight sexting, slight mastrubation, dirty talk, mentions of lingerie kink and gagging, etc.
note. sigh. it's finally here. it took me a while to draft all the somewhat plot (??) and the other things, but it's FINALLY HERE. this fic has become my baby, please be kind to it, and show it some love. id appreciate it so much ‹3 enjoy reading bbs.
in fact it hadn’t left his mind and he refused to let it leave. it was his drug. rather it was you - the way you look for him, the way you’d dress up for him, just like that day. the day that he wished would happen again. oh, how he’d do anything to replay that over and over again. he thought it was funny, amusing actually, how you were willing to help him out, be his inspiration for his work - without a question of course.
he found himself texting you, in between his work, just as he was leaving the studio. just as jisung locked the door, his fingers flew across the keyboard, sending you a message about the last thing he had in mind - you.
jisung: baby
you: hii ji
jisung: hey baby
you: what’s upp
jisung: so im omw home, wrapping things up in the studio and
you: oh you’ll be home early?
you: want me to cook you something?
jisung: are you goin to be wearing that cute lacy apron when i get home?
jisung: with nothing under?
jisung: just you, that apron and that sweet piece of ass?
you: jii~
jisung: sorry sorry
jisung: anyway, i was having some thoughts angel and
you: uh huh
jisung: what do you think about
jisung: me using those new lingerie set
jisung: or rather you using them
jisung: the next time i fuck you?
you: babeeee
you: can’t you just come home and tell me?
jisung: well, i could
jisung: but i think i wanna imagine how you’re blushing
jisung: thinking about me being inside you
jisung: want me to fuck you on the counter, hm?
you: just get home, mister.
that full stop. either you were mad at his sudden outburst, or you were just turned on, and jisung really hoped it was the second.
with his mind sketching an image of you just laying in your shared bed, sprawled - with your fingers in buried inside you, your whines filling the whole apartment - he was dizzy. but he didn’t think he would actually see it happen in person, in front of him. you let him believe you were mad at him, for texting you something as filthy as that. but you should’ve known, jisung was the type to say anything whenever he wanted, not caring if it affected you or not, especially when it came to things like this.
so when jisung climbed up the stairs to your apartment, opened the door, his ears and the whole place was filled with the sounds of pants coming from somewhere inside - most probably the bedroom. finding the door slightly ajar, he smirks at the sight of you in his shirt, the material barely covering your frame, as your legs spread wider as the second passes.
when he watched your fingers pump in and out of your cunt, he was tempted to stay quiet, waiting for you to realise someone was watching you, he was tempted to bring out his dick, and stroke himself. he’s not going to let you have all the fun, and all by yourself? according to him, that was unacceptable.
pushing the door slightly apart, enough so he could see you and the way you played with yourself when he wasn’t around, jisung bit his lip. as much as he loved seeing you getting off to god knows what, secretly though, he wished it was the text he sent you. and as much as he wanted to see how far you’d go to tease yourself, to curl your fingers inside, he had the urge to interrupt you. he wanted you for himself now.
“how about you leave some fun for me hm?” he speaks up, pushing the door wide open, as he watches you sit up, pulling his shirt to cover your body, smiling innocently at him. “thought you could have a single orgasm before i got home, huh?”
the way jisung said single, the tone in which he said that especially, made your body tingle. a shy nod makes him lean against the doorframe, with his arms crossed at his chest. “just one? what if i gave you a couple more? finish what you started, baby. need you wet enough for me, okay? i want you to make a mess, a big one.”
“but ji, that’s embarrassing -” you start to say, moving your fingers faster at the sight of jisung standing by the doorframe, the way he looked at you making you almost let out a moan. when jisung texted you saying he wanted to see your panties in your mouth, while he was inside you, you had to admit - it got you so wet, but also you started getting shy in front of him as you thought about it - you didn’t realise it would become reality. you knew you were the kind of couple that would talk about anything and everything, but this - this unlocked something in you that you didn’t think existed. until right now.
“then embarrass yourself for me, baby. that’s okay. after all, you did tell me you were going to help me with this strip of the piece i was working on right?” he whispers, mentioning the new hentai comic he was currently drafting, but left it just to see you getting wet all by yourself. “you’re my inspiration, aren’t you? god, i still have thoughts about those photos you sent me last week, so fucking pretty in that dress,” jisung groans, resting his head against the wall, his hand making its way to his now forming boner. “you know how much i’ve wanted to fuck you in that dress? and you didn’t buy it. maybe i should buy it for christmas, you can be my present and i can unwrap you, whaddya think? get a red satin ribbon, tie you up and tease you as well.”
“maybe i could tie you up instead,” you hum, sitting up from your current position to look at your boyfriend. “you’d look so pretty for me - your messed up hair covering your eyes, but i’d force you to look at me as i’m fucking myself on your pillow?” a hand reaches to cup your face, trailing it’s fingers down to where your pulse point was, and jisung’s face hovers over yours, pushing you back down on the bed. “didn’t i say it was my turn? you’re going to watch me come on my hand while touching yourself, and you’re going to keep your eyes on the mirror until i say so.”
the mirror. the reason jisung was so confident when he came to having you where he wanted you. the moment he knew you liked having him thrusting himself inside you, the moment you suggested to get a bigger mirror for his study room - he was gone for you.
“i would, but remember the time you almost came on my hand because you were so desperate for me to just get you off?” you raised an eyebrow at him, making him remove his hand from your face as he stared at you. “remember when i asked you to look at the mirror while i played with your pretty dick? remember when you begged me to stop teasing you and just let you come? or do you want me to remind you again?”
of course jisung remembered. the day you got back home after hanging out with your friends, the day he remembered sending you videos and audios of him teasing himself, the sounds of his fingers making fast and rapid movements around his shaft, could be heard in the background. the day you put him back in his place, but also the day you teased him, and edged him till he learnt his mistake. the day you played for what felt like hours with just his tip, teasing him till he lost it, and let out whimpers, with his back arched and fingers aching to be tangled in your hair.
“look at you begging for me to let you come,” you whispered, your fingers teasing just the tip of his cock, the sounds of his groans and a small whimper being the only thing heard in the room. “look at you being so desperate for me to just lick up all the mess you’re going to make on my face. you want that, don’t you?”
all jisung could do was nod, until a small slap to his thigh made his eyes fall on you, his lips now red from biting it so much to stop himself from moaning. instead of looking at your face, and the way his cock looked in your hand, his gaze turned to the way your tits were pressed up against his left thigh, the feeling of your skin against his making him even harder than earlier.
he squeezes his eyes shut, and you notice it, your thumb stopping any further movements of teasing or touching him. "you need to tell me what you want, baby. i can't help you otherwise," you whisper, your thumb going back to subtly teasing his tip, collecting what little precum formed.
"wanna touch y-you, please," he manages, the slight stuttering tone that jisung had making you chuckle. "touch me where hm? specify and i'll think about it okay?"
"need to suck on y-your tits, please. want them in my mouth," he groans, his hands moving to rest on his sides. "mhmm, no. you can look at them, but no touching. you can watch how much of a mess you'll be making on them okay?"
that was the day he decided he would tease you just the same, with just the same exact passion you had in your eyes when you didn’t let him come for the next hour or so.
“i do remember, but i also remember clearly how the very next day, you whined for me to let you suck on my cock because of how you needed it. remember how much you begged me to leave my sketches and asked me to play with you while you toyed with my cock? begged, no, pleaded like a pathetic little slut for me to come on your face so i could watch you lick every single drop clean, no? how you cried to just have me touch your pretty little cunt,” jisung’s voice drops low enough to get you wet again, and you press your thighs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
“legs wide open baby, i want to see the mess you’ve made. i don’t think it’s wet enough for you to deserve my cock though,” he whispers, fingers trailing down to lift the shirt up, enough so he can see your legs spread slowly at his words.
“please -”
“please what darling? what do you want, hm? do you want me to touch you else where? do you want me to stop completely? you need to use your words, and let me know. i can’t read your mind now can i?” he mumbles, his fingers now curling around your knee, pushing it away a bit before moving low enough so he’s facing your wetness.
“kinda cute how you’ve been turned on since i told you about wanting you have your panties in your mouth while i fucked you. cute, but so so pathetic. but i like it, a bit too much, actually. now, i’m going to get you off on one condition,” he starts, watching you thrust your hips into the air, your toes curling into the sheets under you while your body ached for him to just touch you.
“you’re going to help me with this sketch as well, hm? i just need you to lay pretty in whatever i get you, with me occasionally giving you my cock, as reward of course, but you don’t get to touch anything. after all, you begged me to give you attention yesterday, i’m sure you can handle it hm?”
Sunoo was very busy lately and because of that, he was kind of absent from your life.
And you missed him.
So when you saw the opportunity to be with him, you took it.
It was your day off, but you and Sunoo decided to stay home and watch some movies because he was tired from the promotions and had no energy to go out, but the boy was bored with the romance movie you chose and decided to do some skincare on you.
You laugh as Sunoo brings a bag of different products that he was going to uses on your face.
"Is this really necessary?" you asked.
"Of course it is!" he replies, sitting down next to you on the bed and starting to do his work.
But even after Sunoo was amused by your beautiful face, he was still bored, so he lay in bed and looked at you with those pretty eyes.
"I know something that would entertain you well..." you said.
"Yeah? And what would that be?" he asked curiously.
"Kiss me."
"Where...?" he asked with a smile, coming quickly towards you.
You knew Sunoo always had the biggest reactions to things, but you didn't expect him to be so excited about it.
양정원〃Yang Jungwon — #6
It was your first date with Jungwon and you tried to be cool.
You and Wonnie had agreed that your first date should be fun, so you both decided to go to a Seventeen concert together.
It was actually pretty fun, but when the concert was over, you and Jungwon were on your way home all by yourselves and you thought you had to do something about the two of you because that's usually what happens on dates, but guess who was too nervous to make the first move?
Yeah, you...
But sweet Wonnie noticed your tension and held your hand.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" he asked.
"I don't know... Do you think our date is being cool?" You asked and Jungwon replied with a smile, "Yeah sure, but we can make it even cooler if that's what you are thinking about."
You put your arms around Jungwon's shoulders, which makes his heart flutter.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
"Oh... Yes, actually I will, honey" he said, pulling you closer to him.
西村力〃Nishimura Riki — #7
It was exactly 2 a.m. when Ni-ki sent you a text message saying he needed your help, so you didn't think twice before meeting with him because you thought it was an emergency.
"Riki... What's wrong?" you asked as you tried to catch your breath after running to him. "What's the emergency?"
"The emergency is... I wanted to see you," he said with a smile on his face and you rolled your eyes.
"I can't believe it, I thought you needed me!"
"But I need you!" he said, but it wasn't very convincing.
Sometimes you even felt like Riki was testing your patience, considering all he puts you through.
You two walked the streets together and you complained about how tired you were from walking, so Riki put you on his back, then you dared him that he couldn't take it for too long and the boy carried you on his back until you get home, just to prove he was strong.
"Wow Riki... Congratulations, you're really strong. ", You said clapping hands while the boy was dying in front of you.
"Look at what I'm doing for you, Y/n" he complained.
And under those circumstances, you thought you should compensate him somehow.
"Come here!" you called, and he came to you. "Closer..." you said, which confused Riki.
"But why-"
"Kiss me."
And he really did, without hesitating even a little.
a/n: ah you know i just feel like maknae line part is much cooler than the hyung line that i posted yesterday. i know it all was supposed to be just a reacting but i just wrote a scenario to each member like- im crazy? and also, thank u everyone who is following me iM so happy 😁😁😁
a/n: i swear i always imagine jake with just this golden retriever energy but its fine he's cute. and i never know how to properly end any writing i write >.> anyways i'm not sure how often i'd like to post each part of this series, maybe once a week or something along those lines. thank you for reading and enjoy!
read the others here: jungwon
it's been a long day, work was overwelming and all you wanted was to be home with your boyfriend (the show the two of you were watching had a new episode coming out tonight). you let out a relived sigh as you open the door to your shared apartment, slipping out of your shoes. you hear the sound of pattering, before your boyfriend appeared a few feet from you. his eyes gleam with excitement, finally being able with you after you regretfully left him home alone on his day off. he bounced on the balls of his feet, opening his mouth a a few times and closing them, the words he wanted to say coming up short.
you laugh, dropping your bag and opening your arms for his embrace which comes almost immediately. he pulls you close, enjoy the whiff of your perfume as he lifts you off your feet without realizing. he pulls back just enough to kiss you; your forehead, nose, cheeks and finally your lips. light peppered kisses met with your giggles and teasing remarks.
he leads you into the hallway, asking about your day was and if you missed him (which you did, of course). he rambles about the food he made and brings you to the kitchen where he has dinner lined on the island countertops. gestures for you to sit after you wash your hands and grab a glass of water, sitting beside you right after. pouts when you refuse to let him feed you, which turns into a bright grin when you compliment his cooking seconds later. he settles with his hand on your thigh, his free hand helping him eat while he observes you as you eat your own share. pauses from time to time to remove the small pieces of food on the corner of your mouth or just to kiss your cheek. he does without speaking, opting to just continue listening to you talk about your work stories without interrupting.
despite the familiar feeling of it all, you can't help but blush at his small affections. jake was always physically affectionate, though he was a bit tamed when you two started dating. though you wouldn't change it for the world.
you truly learned how much you enjoyed his affections whenever you weren't feeling the best, which always resulted in him sitting or just being with you and holding you close. no words, just you two in the moment. jake stayed with you until you wanted to speak or you felt better. jake enjoy any time he was able to be with you, regardless of what you were doing. babysitting your cousins? he's there playing with everyone and giving them piggyback rides. he genuinely enjoys being able to share your presence and the tender affections that come with it.
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jake's favourite time of the day included your skin-care time, fresh from the shower and wearing a hairband to move your hair from your face. insists on getting a matching one, and you both doing the routine for the other. enjoys when he sits on counter top with you leaning between his legs, a concentrated look on your features as you meticulously clean his face.
he suppresses the urge to smile, especially when you scold him from moving around too much. "jake i'm going to get some of the moisturizer in your teeth if you don't stop smiling." he can't help it, his arms finding its place around your hips as he just silently observes you. snaps out of it when you're holding out your cleanser to him, which his obliges and does his part.
after washing up in the bathroom, he follows after you as you head for the bedroom. he waits for you to get comfy in the sheets, taking his place beside you and lays down on his side to face you. the two of you silent stare at one another, innocent loving gazes mirrored in both your eyes. he pulls you close as you're the first one to break eye contact, kissing your forehead. "good night jake" you whisper.
"goodnight my love" he replies.
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