Summary: You have gotten married to someone who used to be alone in his childhood, resulting in him being a cold person towards others. But then, he met you, you were the one who changed his life, but then again, it takes time to open his heart, how is the journey going to be? Good or bad, we’ll see.
Author’s Note: Made a masterlist for this series, so it’s easier for y’all. I just want to say thank you for supporting me, I’m really, really thankful for that. While writing this series, I’ve learned to write something out of my genre, and uh, I’m grateful that you guys liked the smut because, I’m a noobie. I wanna say I’m sorry if there are any mistakes and once again, thank you for loving my series, I love every single one of you, please stay healthy, and enjoy this series, bye!
Arrow in the Dark - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW) - Masterpost
PART ONE: Your quiet life of working at a convenience store is upended when ultra wealthy Seonghwa convinces you to pretend to be his girlfriend for one night in order to fool his parents.
PART TWO: Persuaded by Seonghwa to try a crash course in relationships in order to pull off convincing his parents of the lie that the two of you are deeply in love, you quickly realize that you might have taken on more than your heart is prepared for.
FINAL PART: With the beach house weekend finally here, certain decisions need to be made in regards to the ever changing relationship you have with your fake boyfriend, Seonghwa.
Pairing: fuckboy!Park Seonghwa x virgin!Female reader
Word Count: 5.8K!
Summary: Having a crush on your roommate who was the fuckboy of your university was bad enough, but what gets worse is when he brings other women home and you secretly masturbated upon hearing them that night, wishing it were you instead. But how will it unfold when Seonghwa finds out?
PLEASE STOP READING IF YOU DON’T LIKE THESE TYPE OF FAN-FICTIONS! (SMUT AHEAD! MINORS DNI)
Another hit on the wall and you can hear the ongoing moans through the hallway of your own apartment.
Great…Park Seonghwa brought another one of his one nightstands home again.
You rolled your eyes in annoyance as you had an exam the following morning.
“I told him not tonight.” You muttered and rubbed your eyes lazily before stacking up your papers and closing your laptop, seeing that it was almost 1 am.
“Lemme just sleep.” You sighed and made your way to the bed, barely settling down as the noises from the other side finally dials down a bit.
Park Seonghwa, the fuckboy that everyone knows about but still chases for his attention. He was just that good. He clearly doesn’t give a fuck about what others say about him as he constantly does whatever he wants.
Pairing: real estate agent Na Jaemin x entrepreneur female!reader ft. nct various nct cameos
Themes: 18+ | smut | fluff | comedy/crack | hauntedhouse!au (not in a scary way) | kind of exes to friends to loves!au (but not technically) | SLOWBURN
Word count: 27.1k
Summary: You met Jaemin about a year ago. After a night full of adventures, he promised to give you a call. He did not. Sometimes universe gifts second chances, but you didn’t really expect to meet again with him. Especially not when you decided to go to the countryside to flip the haunted house that you recently inherited.
Warnings: cursing | casual drinking | mentions of ghosts (shenanigans) (again, not in a scary way) | trespassing | antique weaponry | mentions of weed | jaemin gets scammed | mentions of cheating | jaemin and reader fake date for a minute | mentions of human remains
Smut warnings: sexual innuendos | teasing | a lot of making out | dirty talk | oral (female receiving) | fingering | spitting | unprotected sex (just don’t) | a blowjob | slight throat fucking | cum eating | protected sex (better) | scratching | love marks/marking
A/N those who get it, get it; those who don’t, don’t 😇😇
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summary; A lifetime worth of adversity had brought you to Bloodlust. You joined them to escape your history, but with Mark Lee - an undercover narcotics agent with a secret to keep - comes the threat of being forced to confront your past. Old wounds are opened, but scars heal.
pairing; mark x (f) reader
genre/warnings; smut, organized crime, cop x criminal, graphic depictions of blood and violence, mentions of death, smut, choking, oral (f receiving), biting, a pinch of angst, mentions of pregnancy-related death, unprotected sex (dont b silly, wrap ur willy!), vague mentions of sexual assault
word count; 25.7k (…i have nothing to say for myself.)
playlist; PLW by leon thomas, bad news by kehlani, perfect crime by tinashe
a/n; bon appetite! I did this on a whim. read this with the 2 baddies styling concept in mind. thank the infamous @girls4liyah for me not losing the will to live while writing this. @ncteez THIS ONES FOR U. feedback is appreciated!
sypnosis: in order to pay rent fees for her apartment after her roommate moved out, y/n accepts a babysitting job for her uncle's co-worker. what y/n does not know is that the dad of the girl she will babysit is the boss of the company y/n uncle works at...and that he is extremely attractive.
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warnings: age diference (y/n is 21, seonghwa is 29), eventual smut, language, poor attempts at humor. wc: 2k
the first three months of your third year of university went quite well for you. the courses were more leisure than second year, your schedule was not as packed as it usually was, and you even liked most of your professors. however, your good times quickly concluded when your roommate decided to move out of your shared apartment.
as a result, you are now forced to fend for yourself with having to pay for your bills on your lonesome. having fairly decent savings, you would not have to require looking for a new job just yet. nevertheless, you still felt it would be a good to try to see what work would be out there.
which leads you to this very moment, you're currently discussing with your beloved uncle about job opportunities that would not coincide with your studies, and social life too much. going through various options; cashier, retail, tutor. however, all those positions were either already taken, or the manager was some creep that made you, and even your uncle uncomfortable.
"i'm never going to find a job at this rate," you say, laying your head on the steering wheel of your beaten-up car you got a long time ago.
"don't fret y/n, we'll find something for you i'm sure. plus, you can come live with your aunt and me if you'd like?" your uncles says, patting his hand over your back to comfort you.
you still keep your head on the steering wheel as you answer him. "thank you but no, i should try to be as independent as possible. i never would have expected my roommate to leave me." your uncle nods his head in agreement.
the car stays silent for a little while until you hear your uncle’s breath hitch, as if he thought of something. you move your head at the abrupt sound, as give your uncle a puzzled look.
"i just realized, a co-worker of mine has been looking for a reliable babysitter for a while now. he even asked me if i knew anyone that he could trust." you uncle exclaims.
"i don't know," you retort. "i wouldn't like to spend my time running after little kids," you say, finally standing up straight and looking at your uncle intently.
he then explains to you that he has met the co-worker’s little girl before, and that she is calm and well-mannered. knowing that this just may be the only job you'll most likely have a chance for, you agree in letting your uncle make arrangements for you.
your uncle works in a well-known law company, he has a modest position (thus meaning that he has a higher position within the company). you trust your uncle's opinions, after spending a great amount of time with him since your mother abandoned you when you were ten. he and his wife are the only parental figures in your life. you had never met your father, since he left your mom just after she gave birth to you.
your aunt and uncle were kind enough to raise you as their own, always caring for you and making sure you were safe, and secure with your life. you never really felt lonely. nevertheless, even with your uncle's and aunt's affection and compassion, there's still a part of you that wishes you could still be with your mother and father. to have a happy family all together.
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"my niece y/n, she's a wonderful student. she is in her third year at university, studying pharmaceuticals. i think she would be perfect to take care of your daughter sir." your uncle speaks to a handsome brunette man sitting on a chair across from him in a large office, illuminated by many full-length windows.
the young man contemplates for a second, giving his subordinates statement a consideration before speaking. "alright, i know i can always trust your judgment mr.L/n," he says. "how about you give me your niece’s phone number, and i'll contact her this evening." the man says with a warm smile, as he closes a few file while speaking. your uncle follows the man's orders, and even shows him a photo of you.
"this is your niece?" he asks, his eyebrows raised, his tone intrigued. "yes, sir. she is 21 this year." your uncle exclaims, with a proud smile plastered on his wrinkled face. the beautiful young man just nods before saving your number on his phone, trying to push his thoughts of your flawless beauty in the back of his head. you're 21, meaning you're too young for him, he tries to think.
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uncle:
[10:45 p.m.] i talked to my co-worker, he's interested in you for the babysitting job. i also gave him your number, so if you see an unknown number contact you it's him.
you:
[10:46 p.m.] omg thank you!!! if he calls i'll pick up right away. thank you again <3
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"i just got a text from my uncle, he gave my number to his co-worker, i think i might have the job," you exclaim happily to your friend minho. he is right across from you, shoving his face in a burger you both ordered a few minutes ago in your apartment's kitchen.
"no way, y/n that's great. just make sure the guy isn't a creep. if he is i will beat him up for you." minho replies to you. looking at you dead in the eyes before biting back into his burger.
"yeah i know, but i'm sure when i talk to him i'll have a better understanding of how this guy's like. plus, you got to stop judging people before you even know them min." you say, before eating a french fry.
"yeah yeah, but someone has to. you're too naive and gullible in situations like these y/n." minho retorts.
"what? no i'm not." you say.
minho just blinks at you a few times, "okay fine maybe you're not." he states simply.
he asks you a question, "y/n can you look there for a sec." you turn you head in the direction his index finger was pointing before realizing that this was another one of his tricks. you're to late to think of this, cause when you look back at minho, a french fry gets thrown at you square in the face.
you see minho shit-eating expression before he goes back to eating his food as if nothing had happened. "literally fuck off," you say annoyed at his antics.
"aww, love you too y/n." is all minho says back to you, while smiling like an adorable five year-old. you give him a cute half heart with your hands.
"speaking of 'i love you', where's jisung?" you ask minho. him and jisung have been together for about a year, and you all hangout every thrusday night. jisung is always a good 15-20 minutes late. but, its been almost 30 minutes without him showing up.
"oh yeah, forgot to tell you, he's not coming today."
"so you mean i paid for his food, and i didn't even know he wasn't coming?" you ask minho, your tone raised a little.
"that kinda sounds like a you problem," minho just shrugs. okay you think, this time you will strangle him.
just before you were going to announce your thoughts, you notice your phone ringing. a number that you do not recognize appearing on your screen. minho says that it may possibly be the co-worker. you get up from your stool, to pick up the call, and head to a more secluded place.
"hello?"
"yes, hello. is this ms. L/n?", a man asks. His voice is calm, professional, and quite low pitch. he sounds a lot younger than you imagined he would. perhaps that's just your anxious mind noticing.
"oh yes, this is she."
"perfect. i'm park seonghwa, i work with your uncle, he told me that you’re available to babysit my daugher jieun. are you available tomorrow evening from 5 to 8 p.m.?"
his name sounds incredibly familiar to you, yet you can't quite place it right now. you reply to the man saying that you are available.
"great, i'll send you my address tomorrow morning ms. L/n" the man says.
"thank you very much mr. park, take care!" you announce before hanging up the call.
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after celebrating with minho for a few more hours, you both opted to just go to sleep. minho waved goodbye to you outside of your apartment before walking off to his.
the morning after still went by smoothly. you had some lectures today, and only a few assignments that you could get done quickly before taking a nap.
all throughout the day, the majority of your thoughts were occupied by mr. park. why does this name sound incredibly familiar to you? you can’t quite place it, deciding to just look it up. to your astonishment, the first few articles that appear are unrelated to the park seonghwa you’re looking for. even the internet is oblivious to this man. maybe he is just some unknown worker in your uncle's company.
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you wake up from your set alarm. the time now read 3:30 p.m. your uncle had told you to look presentable, and formal in order to make a good impression. you thought it a bit strange, however still deciding to go along with your uncle's advice.
you pick your nicest pair of grey trousers. they're pleated nicely around the waste, and loose around your legs, as well as created from expensive materiel. after buying these pants a while ago you remember how broke you were after. though the minor loss of money compensated for the beautiful stylish pants, even if they were a little too big on you.
then paring those pants up with a tight black t-shirt. it's still quite warm outside, so you deem this to be an appropriate outfit. you finish getting your hair, and makeup done. opting for a more laid-back look. Your leave your apartment, just after spraying on your favorite perfume: channel chance (another expensive item making your broke after buying it).
minho won't stop spamming your phone with messages notifying you that he has been waiting for a whole three minutes, and is now impatient with you. him and jisung agreed to drive you to mr. parks house just in case something could occur. minho has continually been such an attentive friend like that, and jisung as well. running out the door, and into minho's car are you finally ready.
"what took you so long?" minho asked in annoyance. "my uncle said to look good, so i had to take longer," you reply while applying your lipstick in the back seat.
"maybe this guy's rich? why else would your uncle tell you to dress up," jisung says, while minho starts the car and follows the directions provided from the gps.
"i don't know. it doesn’t seem like it. all i know is that he became a single dad when his daughter was born, cause the mom didn't want the baby." you say.
"wait, what if he's a dilf then?" minho adds to the conversation.
the three of you laugh before quickly denying those thoughts.
the ride to mr.park’s house did not take as long as you had expected. the gps stating that you're merely two minutes away, yet you think you might have the wrong destination.
minho's car is driving up a hill that is secluded from the rest of the neighborhood. "y/n, are you sure this is the right place?" minho asks, eyes still on the road in front of him.
"I think so, it's the address mr. park gave me…" your feeling is unsure. an anxious pooling in your lower abdomen forming due to your situation. you wonder why mr. park had led you to the middle of nowhere.
suddenly, the tall deep green trees start clearing out. in the distance, you can make out a great big black fence. the closer you get to it, you can start to make out the floral details on the rails, and even the lettering of the secluded area’s name.
now it clicks, you think. the reason why mr. park's name sounded extremely familiar. why your uncle had told you to look as presentable as possible. The reason why his name never came up on various articles. mr. park is not just some casual co-worker of your uncle's, he's his boss.
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a/n: hey everyone!! i have been trying to write, some personal issues have come up that make it a bit difficult. so please bear with me lmaoo. i have been wanting to write a fic like this for a while especially with seonghwa, so i hope my execution’s good- and also it will get more interesting i promise!!!
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Pairing: real estate agent Na Jaemin x entrepreneur female!reader ft. nct various nct cameos
Themes: 18+ | smut | fluff | comedy/crack | hauntedhouse!au (not in a scary way) | kind of exes to friends to loves!au (but not technically) | SLOWBURN
Word count: 27.1k
Summary: You met Jaemin about a year ago. After a night full of adventures, he promised to give you a call. He did not. Sometimes universe gifts second chances, but you didn’t really expect to meet again with him. Especially not when you decided to go to the countryside to flip the haunted house that you recently inherited.
Warnings: cursing | casual drinking | mentions of ghosts (shenanigans) (again, not in a scary way) | trespassing | antique weaponry | mentions of weed | jaemin gets scammed | mentions of cheating | jaemin and reader fake date for a minute | mentions of human remains
Smut warnings: sexual innuendos | teasing | a lot of making out | dirty talk | oral (female receiving) | fingering | spitting | unprotected sex (just don’t) | a blowjob | slight throat fucking | cum eating | protected sex (better) | scratching | love marks/marking
A/N those who get it, get it; those who don’t, don’t 😇😇
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✘ ▬ Précis: You’ve gotten tired of all the college boys on campus none of them make you feel alive so when you were dared to walk into a lavish night club and kiss the first older man that you saw, you didn’t expect to end up falling for him as he shows you a whole new meaning to life through sex, passion, love, danger and adventure.
✘ ▬ Warnings: san is the head of one of the most dangerous mafias in seoul, age gap (san is thirty, reader is twenty-two. don’t read if you are uncomfortable with that) san addresses reader as his rose, sensation play: use of ice cubes and silk scarves, spanking, orgasm denial, degradation, oral sex (male and female receiving), sensory deprivation: use of blindfold, multiple sex scenes, breeding kink (reader is on birth control), voyeurism.
✘ ▬ Word Count: 5k-7k (a goal to reach this tbh) — 25% complete.
✘ ▬ Release Date: TBD.
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✘ ▬ Writers Note: All likes, reblogs (please reblog it means a lot), and comments are welcomed and appreciated. As a writer, it feels good to know that someone actually enjoys your writing.
Final part of the Subtle Variations of Heartbreak series
summary: Who would’ve thought that Choi San, the dimpled heartbreaker you have known since you were merely fourteen years old, would be the one you’ve been looking for all this time?
warnings: smut, cursing, only slight angst, a little bit of pinning and maybe slow burn, death, sad yn
wc: almost 25k
a/n: hello everyone!! here is the final part of this extremely depressing series 😭 i want to thank all of you for joining me on this journey, this is the first series i wrote on tumblr so i was very nervous about it. thank you for all the sweet messages and feedback i’ve gotten so far it means the world. i hope you enjoy the last part as well. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANNIE ❤️
» j.wooyoung x fem!reader
» 18+ dni if minor, slight angst, fluff, smut, domestic
» warnings: language, explicit smut, cockwarming, oral sex: f, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, cum eating, fingering, piv, really soft dirty talk, slight breeding/impregnation kink, shower sex, kitchen sex, nipple/breast play, marking, slight hair pulling
» summary: you don’t need a dictionary of reasons to love wooyoung though you could easily come up with one; you simply do, as he does you, and it shows in every little thing he does.
» wc 7.0k
» banner made by my mostest beloved talented @miinsang ;;-;
“Where are you going?”
It’s near three in the morning when the question falls from your lover’s lips, his limbs still tangled in the comfort of your warm sheets. You’re full of exhaustion yourself, a kind that stretches deeper than just a simple need for sleep, but that’s not what has you up at this hour. Your stirring must have dragged Wooyoung out of the comfort of his rest as well, however, because he’s pushing up on his elbows within seconds and blinking at you through the darkness.
“Just going to the bathroom real quick,” you murmur back with grogginess lacing your tone. “Go back to sleep, baby.”
Wooyoung hums a little, a high-pitched noise that resonates in the small room as you continue into the bathroom. He makes no other sounds of protest, so you think you’re in the clear for at least a little while, but you don’t release the tension in your shoulders until you’re safely behind the door.
🌿 warning(s): swearing, body worship, confessing, hand holding, cuddling, sexual tension, fingering, romantic/gentle sex, fondling/massage, protected sex, tae is sweet
🌿 word count: 3.2k
🌿 credits: thank you to @namjinsmoonchile and @highly-functioning-mitochondria for beta reading this!
🌿 a/n:
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Autumn Acquaintances
⁂ Hosted by: professor valerie through @bangtansorciere
⤐ AU Type: white pumpkins - something new
⤐ Theme(s): opposites attract, guy next door
⤐ Kinks: confessing, hand holding, cuddling, sexual tension, romantic/gentle sex, fondling/massage
Ateez fic recommendations (mostly smut) because i’m filthy
These are fics that i have read and re-read many times!
Seonghwa
(M) Discussion - @yunhoflrtz
- three individual one shots for hwa, joong, and, yunho. This one is quite a unique idea and I eat it up
(M) Mr & Mrs Park - @baekhvuns
- i’m such a sucker for anything by this creator i swear it!! You are unbelievable in your writing skills, im literally OBSESSED with what you put out!
(M) 10:28 Knight!Seonghwa x princess!reader - @yeoandmoon
(M) 16:46 hockey player!seonghwa - @yeoandmoon
- also a sucker for anything they write<33 seriously you are a god send with your skills!
pov: you’re a stereotype in an 80’s classic - @atozfic
- cute slow burn breakfast club au!!! It’s so cute and wholesome but also just the right amount of angst
(M) To my lover, im sleepy - @woniewhite
- just sleepy wholesome morning sex, very well written!
Hongjoong
(M) Stoned and Boned - @sir3racha
- anything with pothead ateez has me shambles, and that’s a fact, !Smoking weed is hot!
23:46 - @yunkiwii
- just a soft domestic moment with tattooed!joong
(M) Tattoo Cherry - @blipblooopp
- Tattoo artist!joong, that’s it, that’s why you should read it.
(M) After hours - @nateezfics
- this one is absolutely spectacular, they write smut so well, I really like how they write hongjoong.
(M) 21:41 - @seongyeonsart
- I love a good ole !studio sex! moment with joong
I’m the one - @sorryimananti-romantic
- Pirnce!Hongjoong. I CAN NOT STRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE ALL OF THEIR WORKS OMG
Yunho
(M) Starboy - @moonseonghwa
- Boxer!yunho, I will love boxer au’s till the day I die!!
Promise - @sorryimananti-romantic
- arranged marriage au, Prince!yunho
22:49 - @wooandthesun
- a small and cute long distance meeting blurb, college!au
(M) 6:46pm - @mingis-lightbulb
- camboy!yunho, love love love
(M) maneater - @bngchnsi
- Gryffindor!Yunho x reader x Gryffindor!Jongho, Hogwarts au’s will always hold a special place in my heart! Also obsessed with the way they write 2ho here.
(M) violet roses - @bngchnsi
- yunho works in a flower shop and is an english major, that should be a good enough indictator to read haha.
Yeosang
(M) Slippery - @nateezfics
- I just love this one it’s domestic but also sexy, a happy medium!
(M) All on your tongue - @ttalgiwooyu
brothers best friend!yeosang, LOVE THIS YEOSANG OMG
(M) uno! - @hwaflms
- jealous possessive yeosang is hot af, thank you for writing this haha<3
(M?) 13:18 - @seongyeonsart
I love me a good steamy make out sesh💅
Stupid Cupid - @riboism
cupid!yeosang, a perfect amount of angst i do say so myself, chefs kiss
6:32 - @a3r3n
skater!yeo, it’s super cute!!
San
(M) Explicit - @b4nnned
- corruption kink make brain go brrr
Under the stars - @thru-the-grapevine
- Summer camp au! I read this one recently but it’s definitely a new fave!!
(M?) Kisses - @bobateastay
- again, another steamy make out sesh for me to appreciate
(M) Sharing is caring - @atzsslut
- when i tell y’all this is so filthy, i fucking LOVE it
Crescent - @sorryimananti-romantic
- prince!san x bodyguard/assassin!reader, I love this fic, im constantly going back and reading this creators stuff!!
Mocha - @escapewriter
- SM!AU, this whole coffee house series is so good but I think San’s has been my fav so far!!
Mingi
My Way - @sorryimananti-romantic
- bodyguard!mingi, Out of all these royal AU’s Mingi’s has been my favorite. The way they write his character has me spiraling haha
(M) We fell in love in August - @mingigoo
- THIS FIC IS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING I HAVE NO WORDS TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS!!!
Home is where the heart is - @bobateastay
- very cute best friends to lovers<3 I don’t typically read angst because it makes me too sad, so I like when authors can write slight angst, very well done!
Portrait- @yeosangs-horizon
- artist!reader, just a very cute blurb about mingi and his s/o going to the seaside</3
(M?) Addict - @heterotragedies
- I’m- i have no words to describe how much I love this type of Mingi, they way they write him has me wanting to faint🥴
(M) Golden - @yeoandmoon
- Surfer!mingi, they fuck in a life guard tower but it’s also very cute, love love love!!
Wooyoung
Ramen - @thru-the-grapevine
- meet!stupid, I love this one it’s super cute!!
(M) White Christmas - @hongism
- I LOVE THIS FIC SO FUCKING MUCH I CANT EXPLAIN, IT’S SO DOMESTIC AND CUTE BUT ALSO THE SMUT SECTION IS SO GOOD!!!
(M) Lazy morning sex - @hongthoven
- Just very cute domestic lazy sex, I’m very much here for it!
(M) 6:41 - @halotopicecream
- This is super cute and very well written!!
(M) Backstage Rockin’ - @a1sh1teruu
- I LOVE THIS ONE TOO, Jung Wooyoung is in a band and i’m OBSESSED with it.
(M) little things - @jungkxook
- husband!wooyo, he just wants to start a family and it’s very sweet!
Jongho
10:24pm - @thru-the-grapevine
- very cute secret relationship vibes!!
(M?) 6:18 - @riboism
- this author writes Jongho so well, everything they have for him I eat right up haha
(M) Zemblanity - @in-san-ity
- Mafia!Jongho, OH I LOBE THIS FIC. LIKE GENUINELY SO MUCH, I love possessive and protective jongho;))
(M?) 2:34am - @vocalyunho
- Jongho and reader make out in the backseat at two am, what’s not to love
(M) Easy - @seacottons
- Lifeguard!Jongho, I think we’ve determined I enjoy Jongho fics but I love this idea, as I said possessive jongho>>>
(M?) 10:16pm - @nateezfics
- Just jongho being a tease, and love that for him
bonus for bias line
15:26 - @yeosanii
- jongho and reader take a walk on the beach! this fic is super cute and i’ve loved everything this wittier has put out so far!!
blooming feeling - @itgetsquiet
- librarian!hwa, Reader has a very obvious crush on him. I read this today but I really liked it!
When your genius of a boyfriend returns to Harvard for his sophomore year of college, you never would have expected to have his worst enemy keeping you entertained in his absence.
✿ pairing: fuckboy!taehyung x fem!reader (ft. namjoon)
✿ genre: BTS | 18+ | enemies to lovers | smut | angst
✿ word count: 39,819
✿ warnings: infidelity | loss of virginity | alcohol | marijuana | explicit smut | toxic romantic and familial relationships | mental health / therapy | misogyny | references parental death | each individual chapter will have its own warnings
✿ main masterlist | ao3 | join my taglist
✿ what was jai listening to? a fuckboy spotify playlist
Chapter One - "I’m not your jagiya."
↳ 2.9k | April 12, 2022
Chapter Two - "I’m gonna have fun with you."
↳ 5k | May 7, 2022
Chapter Three - "If you were my girlfriend, I’d show you off every chance I got."
Nuclear Baby - Masterpost - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)
PART ONE - Unable to find your boyfriend at a house party, you run into your childhood bully, Seonghwa, and things quickly spiral out of control.
PART TWO - After taking temporary leave of your senses at a party with your childhood bully, Seonghwa, you try to put the incident behind you and focus on moving in with your boyfriend. But all of that goes out the window when Seonghwa comes by to pick you up after work.
PART THREE - Even though you know it is wrong, you accept Seonghwa’s offer to go to a hotel together.
FINAL PART - A fight with Seonghwa leads to you finally making a choice about the situation you have landed in.
Yeosang wasn’t exactly sure why you were his favourite person.
Was it because you were his flatmate? Was it because you always helped him out with his studies and covered for his classmates when they dipped right before one of his group projects was due? Maybe it was because you never failed to do your share of chores, shopping and laundry, or because you never complained when his friends came over (in fact you even cooked for them sometimes). Another reason could be that you knew exactly the right combination of painkillers, tea and food that he needed to get over a hangover. Fuck, it could even be the fact that you’d never been insecure about how you looked in the mornings around him, standing at the kitchen counter in your worn pyjamas and with dry drool on your cheek every morning when he woke up.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t find any reasons as to why you were his favourite person - it was more that there were too many to choose from.
His favourite reason to think about was just how caring you were. Whether it was cooking for the boys, taking care of his hangovers or singing to the houseplants when you were sure he couldn’t hear you, Yeosang felt warmth in his chest each time he noticed your gentle nature. The only time he hated it was when you brought your boyfriend home.
Yeosang had been living with you for two years now and you’d been dating the guy for almost just as long. He wasn’t jealous of your boyfriend, necessarily. He loved seeing how happy you were when you talked about him, the way you fell on the sofa with a contented sigh after coming back from a night out with him or how you eagerly asked for help picking out random gifts for him, just because you wanted him to feel special. Yeosang loved seeing you happy because you worked so hard to make others happy. He just wished your happiness would come from somewhere else.
Your boyfriend wasn’t particularly rude. He gave curt answers to questions but smiled (albeit stiffly) and shook Yeosang’s hand when they saw each other. You never seemed to notice how distracted your boyfriend was around you, checking his phone more often than anybody should do around their significant other and never paying attention to whatever story you were telling him. When you weren’t in the room, he answered Yeosang’s questions only with dirty looks and passive aggressive comments.
Yeosang let it slide, reasoning that maybe your boyfriend just didn’t like the fact that you were living with another guy or that maybe he assumed Yeosang had ulterior motives to be living with you. Whatever, Yeosang told himself each time your boyfriend shot him a cold glance. You were happy and your boyfriend wasn’t treating you badly - that was all that really mattered to Yeosang.
As your two-year anniversary with your boyfriend drew near you spent your days gushing to Yeosang, explaining your elaborate plans to him, seemingly oblivious to the fond look in Yeosang’s eyes while he watched you with a small smile.
“I’m gonna get him flowers and this watch he won’t stop talking about and a giant teddy bear!” you told Yeosang, spreading your arms wide to emphasise just how big the teddy bear would be. Your grin was bright as you stood on the sofa, looking to Yeosang who was trying to cook dinner for both of you.
“He doesn’t seem like the type to like teddy bears,” Yeosang admitted, glancing back at you and laughing when he saw you pout. “Maybe if it comes from you he’ll like it.”
“Can you help me pick one out?” you asked, hopping off of the sofa and moving to stand beside him. He turned his head from the frying pan once more, ears burning when he saw just how excited you were, your eyes sparkling as you watched the pan. You moved your gaze to him after a moment, hand raising to flick his forehead. “Don’t burn the food.”
Yeah, he thought to himself. Don’t burn the food, Yeosang. He sighed softly.
He did help you pick out a teddy bear (athough not as big as you’d originally wanted, but he’d insisted it wasn’t rational to get one that big because how the hell were you going to get it through the doorway?) and even picked out a ribbon to tie around its neck. He wished you luck when you set off on the morning of your anniversary - teddy bear, flower and gift bag in tow - warning you not to forget the teddy bear on the bus. He shut the door after you left, shutting his eyes for a moment. At least he could study in peace for the rest of the day.
When you hadn’t returned by ten in the evening he figured you wouldn’t be coming home tonight, probably spending the night at your boyfriend’s place instead. He was anxious to hear if everything had gone well, knowing that your boyfriend wasn’t big on celebrating anniversaries or on giving elaborate gifts. He couldn’t help but feel annoyed about it - how could anybody not be glad to have you giving them gifts with your wide smile and bright eyes? It’s not your business, he tried to tell himself, but the annoyance lingered in the back of his head until he gave up on studying and went to bed.
Yeosang was woken by the sound of retching and gagging, followed by a long wail. Were you home? He hadn’t heard the front door open. He stretched and picked up his phone to check the time - three fifty in the morning. He was definitely imagining things. Why would you have come home at this time? He set his phone aside and broke into a yawn, having just settled back down when he heard the gagging again, his shoulders tensing.
“Y/N?” he called, waiting for a reply. The only sound that came was that of the kitchen tap running, at which point he fell out of his bed as he rushed to get to the kitchen. “Y/N?”
His eyes widened upon seeing you, his stomach flip-flopping at the sight in front of him. You’d turned on the light above the sink, the light illuminating the watery vomit in the sink and your trembling body. Your cheeks were wet with tears, makeup ruined and eyes bloodshot. You seemed oblivious to the fact that he was there, bottom lip trembling as you tried to wash away the watery bile you’d thrown up.
“Y/N, are you okay?” he asked, a weight settling on his chest when you jumped in surprise. Upon seeing him you let out a choked sob and the same long wail he’d heard earlier. He felt sick to his stomach, stepping closer to you. When you turned to face him fully your face crumpled, tears dripping from your chin and to the floor. “Did he- what did he do to you?”
It must’ve been the wrong question to ask because you barely managed to stay on your feet after hearing it, your knees buckling. If it hadn’t been for Yeosang’s quick reaction you would have fallen but his arms were wrapped around you tightly now, holding you up. Holding you together.
“Yeosang,” you sobbed, shaking your head against him. Your hands were still wet from tap water and bile - Yeosang could feel it through his shirt - but he couldn’t think of anything other than keeping you close to him. This way nothing could hurt you, he was sure of it. He just had to hold you close enough and it’d all be okay. He couldn’t tell if he was reassuring himself or you more.
“He’s not here,” Yeosang shushed you, one hand moving up and down your back in an attempt to comfort you. “You’re safe now.”
When you shook your head, he felt his heart fall out of his chest, tears welling up in his own eyes. He lifted his head to find the big teddy bear you’d left the house with that morning discarded by the front door, his brows drawing together in confusion. He squinted to see in the dim light, his eyes landing on the box of the watch you’d bought for your boyfriend too. The watch was beside it, smashed. He wasn’t brave enough to ask what had happened. He wasn’t brave enough to know what had happened. You mumbled it to him anyway, voice just as unsteady as your legs.
“A whole year he- a whole fucking year,” you managed to get out, hands gripping onto Yeosang’s shirt until your knuckles turned white.
“A year?”
“He cheated on me,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut. The cry you let out then was the worst he’d heard yet - quiet, low and stretching out for what felt like forever, it filled the apartment with the sound of your pain. Yeosang’s eyes widened.
“Piece of shit,” he muttered, squeezing you close. He could feel his joints ache the same way they did when he’d had too much alcohol or caffeine, his muscles tense. He was going to kill him, he was sure of it. He couldn’t live knowing someone had hurt you like this. He was pulled out of his thoughts by you sobbing again. His hand smoothed over your head. “You’re safe now.”
This time you nodded a little.
You spent the night on the sofa, Yeosang’s arms wrapped around you tightly as he tried to shush you. You wore yourself out eventually, no longer crying but not speaking either. You rested your head against his chest and let him stroke your head gently. By the time you fell asleep it was almost eight, just fifteen minutes before both of you were supposed to wake up for class. As though Yeosang was going to wake you up or leave you alone after last night. He waited for his alarm to go off, shutting it off as soon as it lit up his screen and glancing down to make sure you hadn’t woken up. He fell asleep a few minutes later, waking up around lunch to find you still asleep.
Even in your sleep you looked like you were in pain. Maybe it was just because of your dried tears and ruined makeup or the dark circles around your eyes, but you looked just as pained as you had done when you came home earlier.
When you finally did wake up, Yeosang didn’t let you move for a moment, holding you close to his chest. You listened to his heartbeat as you settled into reality once again. You could smell the vomit that had been sitting in the sink all night and could feel your bra straps digging into your skin from having worn it for too long. Everything was much too vivid, much too real. Everyone spent their lives wishing to feel alive, but in that moment you wished that your vision would blur, that your feelings would dull. Anything to turn this into a distant memory.
“We shouldn’t be able to feel emotions physically,” you whispered, voice gruff from your crying and from sleep. Yeosang just nodded, his fingertips moving to stroke your cheek, thumb rubbing against your hairline. “It hurts in my chest. I can feel it everywhere.”
Your voice broke on the last word, your eyes squeezing shut. Yeosang sat up and pulled you up with him, hugging you tightly.
“It’ll pass,” he told you quietly. What else could he say? He couldn’t lie and tell you it was okay. He couldn’t promise that karma would take action. False comfort would be cruel. “It’ll pass.”
You didn’t say much for the rest of the day and Yeosang let you be, taking advantage of being at home to catch up on late assignments. When he finally left his room to get something ready for dinner, he found you sitting on the sofa, watching but not really watching reruns of old dramas. You didn’t look up when he came in, eyes glassy and expression just as pained as it had been last night.
“Y/N,” he called, frowning a little when you replied with only a small nod of your head. “Should I order takeout?” It took a few minutes for you to reply with a small nod of your head, but Yeosang couldn’t find it in him to be impatient. Once he’d ordered he seated himself by you on the sofa, crossing his legs and looking at the TV. He wanted to make small talk - ‘you really wanna watch this stuff?’ - but he knew you weren’t interested in what was playing out on the screen. He felt guilty suddenly that he’d spent the day in his room instead of being with you. Before he could apologise for it, you spoke without looking at him.
“What did I do wrong?” you whispered. Yeosang turned to look at you and found you already looking at him, tears spilling down your cheeks. He shook his head but your vision was too blurred from your tears to notice, your voice uneven as you continued. “I must’ve done something wrong, everything was so perfect. I just can’t figure out what I did to him.”
“You didn’t do anything,” Yeosang said in disbelief, moving to sit beside you. He didn’t touch you in case you wouldn’t want him to, but as soon as he settled beside you, you leaned into him. “Anyone who does something like that...”
He thought of the way you looked at your boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend now, Yeosang thought) and how much you loved him. Two years wasn’t a short amount of time and Yeosang knew that you’d trusted that man with every part of you. The thought that he’d thrown it back in your face made Yeosang’s blood boil. What kind of sick fuck would do that to someone?
“How come you never moved in with him?” Yeosang asked suddenly, recalling that you’d mentioned looking at apartments with your ex a year or so ago.
“He didn’t want to,” you whispered, sniffling a little. “And I know- I know he didn’t love me. But I liked him so much, I told myself ‘just a little more, just give it a little more time’. I gave him- I gave him everything and I thought it was enough. I was so stupid.”
Yeosang shook his head and let you take one of his fingers, squeezing it with your clammy hand. He rested his head against yours and listened to the soft sniffles that escaped you as your tears slowed down.
“Everyone does that for the people they love,” he told you. I’d do it for you too, he thought, but kept the thought to himself. “Be more careful next time, okay? Or I’ll probably have to punch someone.”
He lifted his head and looked at you, the ghost of a smile playing on your lips at his half-hearted joke.
“Okay.”
He admired your features and sighed quietly.
“We love you, Y/N,” he said, curling his finger that was still in your hold. “Me and the other boys. You’re not stupid.”
There was more he wanted to say, the words forming a lump in his throat that suddenly made it hard to breathe. He looked down from your face to look at your hand holding onto his finger. He couldn’t decipher any of his thoughts because of how they’d muddled together in his head. He gave up with a quiet huff, deciding he’d leave those thoughts for another time. He squeezed your hand instead, sitting with you until the doorbell rang when your food arrived.
If seeing you cry and throw up had been like a punch to the gut, the following days were like a knife following the punch. A week had passed and it seemed like you were going to tear your hair out the longer you sat with the knowledge of what had been going on for the past year. You barely spoke, and when you did it was in short, tired sentences. Yeosang skipped the classes that weren’t entirely necessary for him to attend, sitting in the living room and waiting for when you’d leave your room and sit on the sofa to watch reruns and occasionally tell Yeosang something you’d remembered from your relationship.
One day when he was making lunch for you both, watching the pans carefully so as not to burn anything, your phone rang. You watched it carefully, narrowing your eyes at the hidden caller ID, chewing your lip as you considered whether you should pick it up. Yeosang waited to see who was on the other end of the call, expecting you to greet one of your friends or one of the boys who hadn’t managed to reach him for whatever reason. Instead, there was a moment of silence before your screaming filled the apartment.
“You cheated and got caught and you’re telling me you want to die?” your voice echoed throughout the apartment, Yeosang’s head whipping around to see you sitting on the couch, yelling into your phone. “I want to die a thousand times more than you do, you motherf-”
Your voice stopped abruptly as you listened to what Yeosang assumed could only be your ex on the other end. He called your name out softly but got no response, his lips pressing together as you turned your back to him.
“Yeah, you must feel fucking great,” you yelled, Yeosang’s chest tightening at the sound of your voice getting louder. “Why don’t you cut off your fucking dick, show me what real love is? I hope you suffer you piece of-”
“Fuck!” Yeosang muttered, the wooden spoon he was holding clattering to the floor as he moved his hands away from the pan. He pulled his hand back to see the side of it was burned, his brows furrowing in annoyance. He was so caught up in the pain that he didn’t realise you’d hung up until you were taking a hold of his hand to hold it beneath the tap as you turned it on to run cold water. He looked at you, taking in how your bottom lip was trembling, tears pooling in your eyes.
“Does it hurt?” you asked without looking at him, blinking quickly.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, looking at the burn once again. It was going to leave a scar, he realised. “Do you- does it hurt?”
You were quiet for a moment before turning to look back at him.
“Yeah,” you said, inhaling sharply. “That burn’s gonna leave a scar.”
“I won’t do it again.”
You nodded, turning off the tap and glancing at the pan. You mumbled something about how the rice was probably burnt now, but Yeosang didn’t hear it, too caught up in the now-relaxed expression on your face. It was probably a good thing that you’d gotten some shouting out of the way. Looking back at the burn on his hand he wondered if your wound would heal as cleanly as his probably would.
Yeosang had never known you to be fond of drinking. Sure, you got tipsy every now and then but Yeosang had never seen you entirely out of it (the most drunken thing he’d seen you do was spill Fanta into your hair and be too busy laughing to clean any of it up). So when he came home one night with San to surprise you with chocolate and DVDs of your favourite movies, the last thing he’d expected was for you to stumble to the door, giggles pouring from your mouth.
“Y/N,” Yeosang sighed when you latched yourself onto him in a tight hug, his hands automatically coming up to rub your back. He could smell the alcohol on you, your skin feverish against his as you leaned against him to stay standing. San cooed as he smoothed a hand over the top of your hair, murmuring about how cute you were. “She’s not cute, she’s drunk.”
“You think she’s cute all the time, so it doesn’t count if you say it anyway,” San told him, earning a short lived glare from Yeosang.
“Sannie,” you whined as you glanced at the other man, followed by a hiccup. You looked at Yeosang again with tired eyes, leaning in to kiss his cheek, your coordination off so that you ended up kissing the corner of his jaw instead. “Sangie… Oh my God I love you.”
Yeosang grimaced. San began to speak but Yeosang shushed him, moving you out of the doorway and onto the living room sofa. He stared at you for a moment, unsure of what to do or say. He should’ve guessed that you’d be a clingy drunk - but how was he supposed to know he’d come home to find you drunk anyway?
“Is she usually-”
“No.”
“You’re not gonna tell her-”
“She’s drunk, San, I can’t tell her now,” Yeosang mumbled, embarrassed suddenly that San was seeing you like this. Sure, you’d known the boys just as long as you’d known Yeosang but you didn’t live with them and you’d be embarrassed to know that San was seeing you like this. “Can you give me a second?”
San nodded and left the chocolates and DVDs in the kitchen before making his way to Yeosang’s room, hearing him let out a sigh as he sat down beside you.
“Yeosang,” you murmured, reaching for his face and managing to coordinate your movements well enough this time that your hand cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing over his birthmark. “You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re probably prettier,” he said, his guard down knowing that you wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow. You only hummed in response to this, hugging him tightly and throwing your legs onto his lap, a small smile playing on his face as he put an arm around your shoulders to keep you close. You kissed at his neck and jaw - anywhere you could reach really - Yeosang’s cheeks burning as he tried to lean away from you. “Hey, Miss Prettiest-Person-I’ve-Ever-Seen, why did you drink so much?”
“I didn’t wanna think anymore,” you huffed, managing to press one soft kiss to Yeosang’s cheek. You seemed placated by this, leaning into his clothed shoulder now. “It didn’t work though.”
“Yeah? What’re you thinking about now?” he asked with an amused smile, resting one hand atop your knee and smoothing down the sweatpants you were wearing.
“I should’ve dated you instead,” you said with a defeated sigh, Yeosang’s eyes widening at your words. You began to sniffle then, hands idly toying with Yeosang’s t-shirt. “I had you right here and I liked you so much but I thought he really liked me. And you didn’t like me.”
Yeosang was quiet, his stomach filled with butterflies and guilt. It was an awful combination.
“You’re drunk, Y/N,” he whispered, rubbing your arm fondly. “Come on, you gotta go sleep.”
“No!” you whined, pressing your face to his shoulder. He tried to stand and pull you up with him but froze when he felt your tears wetting his shirt. “Don’t let go. I wanna be with you forever Sangie.”
What was he supposed to say? He shifted you both around so that he was laying on his back, your head on his chest as you clung to him tightly, even after you’d fallen asleep. San stepped into the living room after a while, looking down at Yeosang and shaking his head in silent question. Yeosang shrugged a little, careful not to disturb you. San sighed quietly, playing one of the DVDs on your TV with the volume as low as it could go without being entirely inaudible. It was difficult for Yeosang to focus on the movie with your words from earlier clouding his mind. He knew you were drunk and that you probably didn’t mean it, that the whole situation with your ex had fucked you up beyond belief and most of the things you said were skewed by the anger and sadness plaguing you.
But if what you had said was true (and he’d be lying if he said that some part of him didn’t want it to be true), then it meant that the two of you had wasted two years. Two years of him being envious of the smiles you gave your boyfriend, two years of you knowing that you weren’t truly loved by the person you gave up everything for. Two years wasn’t a short amount of time at all.
“You should tell her when she wakes up,” San suggested and Yeosang rolled his eyes.
“Nobody wants to hear about the things they said when they were drunk,” he said quietly, the tips of his fingers still drawing shapes into your back. “What if I told you about the time you and Yunho-”
“Forget it, nevermind,” San cut him off, grumbling softly. “I just think she should know that someone really does love her.”
“She knows that we love her,” Yeosang said in annoyance, making San turn to face him and raise an eyebrow.
“Not we,” San sighed, letting out a loud yawn that made you whimper in your sleep, Yeosang’s hand instinctively coming up to the side of your head. “You. She should know that you love her.”
San fell asleep pretty quickly after that, leaving Yeosang to wonder if he was right. Surely you knew that he loved you. How could you not know? The idea that you might not know just how much you meant to him made him feel guilty.
You woke up before San or Yeosang, groaning about how much your head hurt as you sat up, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes. Yeosang sighed softly as he listened to you get up, his side feeling cold now that he didn’t have you holding onto him. There was the sound of you shuffling through glasses before picking one out and filling it with what he hoped was water, but upon sitting up and looking over the edge of the sofa found that it was actually Sprite you were drinking.
“Hey,” he called, waving when you turned to face him. “Don’t you want some water?”
You stared at him for a moment, eyes squinting a little to shield yourself from the morning light filtering in through the windows. You shrugged a little and stood very still, trying to keep your balance as a wave of nausea and dizziness passed over you. Yeosang laughed softly as he stepped over San on the floor to make his way over to you, placing a hand between your shoulder blades to steady you.
“Here, give me that,” he mumbled as he took the cup of Sprite from your hands. You frowned a little and watched as he took out a clean glass and filled it with water, handing it to you. You sipped from it and squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to get rid of your headache. “Why did you drink so much?”
“There was nothing better to do,” you mumbled, keeping the edge of the glass against your lips. “I didn’t know you and San were coming back home, I thought you were staying at his place.”
“So you thought it’d be a good idea to get drunk out of your mind?” he said with a soft laugh.
“Give me a break, I was sad that I was alone,” you told him, continuing to take small sips from your glass. Yeosang nodded a little.
“I’m glad you’re my flatmate,” he said suddenly, blushing when you turned to look at him. “I really like living with you. I’m sorry if I don’t tell you enough.”
A small smile spread over your lips.
“I like living with you too,” you told him with a small nod. You reached over and brushed your thumb over his birthmark. He recoiled a little, embarrassed the way he usually was when you brought attention to the darker patch of skin. You pulled your hand back a little but he leaned forward into your touch again, his entire face flushing. You tried to suppress your grin but failed terribly, enjoying the warmth of his cheek against your palm, his skin still marked up from the couch cushion being pressed against his cheek all night. “I honestly think living with anyone else would suck.”
“You’re probably right,” he said with a small nod, not meeting your gaze. “Don’t drink that much when you’re alone, though. I don’t want to come home and find you passed out or something.”
You nodded, moving your hand away from his face but not missing the way his face leaned forward a little after you did so, still chasing your touch. You refilled your glass of water, downing it quicker this time and sighing loudly.
“I’m sorry if I’ve been weird,” you said, setting the glass down. “You’re always good to me and I’ve been all fucky lately. I don’t mean to, it’s just-”
“You don’t have to apologise,” Yeosang assured you, pulling you into a hug. You were surprised once again, hugging him back even though you weren’t used to him initiating physical affection. “I’ll always try to be good to you.”
“You’re real mushy this morning,” you told him with a giggle, pressing your face against him. “Did I say something weird last night?”
“Sort of.”
“Are you going to tell me what?”
“Maybe when you’re not hungover,” he said, inhaling the scent on your clothes that he’d become familiar with over the last two years. “Just rest now, I’ll go out and buy something for breakfast.”
You nodded and let go of him, rubbing the crown of your head. You spent the morning with him and San, more of the boys joining you in the afternoon to watch the rest of the movies San had rented. You ate well and slept a little in the afternoon, your headache subsiding by the end of the day. You laughed at the boys’ jokes and shot Yeosang fond looks each time he teased one of them. It was the first time in the past few weeks that he’d seen you so relaxed. When the boys were gone and he got up to head to bed, you reached for his hand and managed to grab onto his pinky.
“Can you sleep here?” you asked him from the couch. Yeosang turned to look at you, willing himself as hard as he could not to blush.
“I’m not sleeping on the couch again,” he said, heart skipping at a beat when you pouted. “Okay, okay. Come on.”
It was the first time were sleeping in his bed, stomach filling with butterflies at his smell surrounding you. Yeosang’s eyes fell shut almost immediately but you didn’t want to close yours yet, admiring his calm expression. You reached for one of his hands and hugged it to your chest, finally relaxing a little.
“Goodnight,” he mumbled, hand squeezing yours a little.
“Night, Yeosang.”
After that the days seemed to pass by with more ease than before. Yeosang still caught you sniffling every now and then, struggling to keep your composure, but generally you were better. You were going to all of your classes and spoke more again. Two weeks passed in this sort of twilight state, where your heart clearly hadn’t mended itself yet but at the very least you seemed to have gathered the pieces of it.
Yeosang had failed, however, to tell you about the things you’d said when you were drunk - about the compliments and badly-coordinated kisses and about how his heart had almost exploded when you’d called him pretty. The boys wouldn’t leave him alone about it - San and Wooyoung did an effective job teasing him and Hongjoong seemed a little shocked that for once in his life Yeosang was hesitant to voice his thoughts out loud. But to their disappointment, they didn’t manage to convince him to make a move.
“Yeosang, I’m gonna be gone this weekend in case you wanna invite anybody over,” you called from your bedroom. When Yeosang knocked and opened the door after receiving your hum of consent he found you packing t-shirts and hoodies into one of your larger backpacks.
“Yeah, I have a project with Seonghwa,” he said quietly, leaning against the doorframe.
“I’m going on a trip with my friends!” you said happily, turning to look at him with a sparkle in your eyes that he hadn’t seen in what felt like months. “We’re gonna go to this cafe that my friend has been talking about and I’m gonna buy some new clothes I think!”
He noted when he glanced at your closet that the clothes you’d sort-of-stolen from your ex weren’t there anymore. He smiled when he looked back at you, cheeks heating up a little at the sight of you. He really did love living with you.
You left the next day and Seonghwa turned up not long after, meaning that Friday night and Saturday morning were occupied by the two of them procrastinating, Seonghwa occasionally asking questions about how you were doing, smiling when Yeosang told him that you were better (and he didn’t forget to tease him about you either, much to Yeosang’s chagrin). It was Saturday night just after Seonghwa had gone to shower that the doorbell rang. Yeosang answered it without thinking, having invited Wooyoung over earlier he assumed that it would be him. Instead he was met with the sight of your ex fiddling with his phone case, frowning when he saw Yeosang.
“What are you doing here?” Yeosang asked, eyes narrowing in disbelief.
“Is Y/N here?” he asked, stepping forward. Yeosang blocked the doorway, his muscles tensing.
“No, she’s not here. What are you doing here?” he repeated the question, already impatient. The man just stared at him.
“I’m here to make things right, she overreacted and I came to-”
“Overreacted?” Yeosang asked, voice raising a little. It wasn’t often that he needed to shout to get his point across - as far as he was concerned it was a little useless - but he could feel his blood boiling, one of his hands tightening into a fist. “Make things right, you don’t even have flowers. What about a teddy bear, she loves those. Oh, I forgot that you never paid attention to anything she liked.”
“Hey, I dated her for two years,” your ex yelled, only prompting Yeosang to raise his own voice.
“And you fucked her over for half of that time!” he shot back. “If you ever try to talk to her again, I’ll rip your fucking-”
“Yeosang, stop,” Seonghwa interrupted him, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back from the doorway.
“Don’t turn up here again or I swear-”
“No, you don’t swear,” Seonghwa muttered as he pulled him back through the doorway and slammed the door shut in your ex’s face. “What was that?”
“He fucked her over, he can’t just turn up here,” Yeosang told him, brows drawn together as he clenched his hands to try to regulate his breaths. “What if she was home alone, Seonghwa?”
“Okay,” Seonghwa sighed, pressing his palm to his forehead. “I get it. But don’t go around threatening people.”
Yeosang nodded although the words barely registered in his head. Seonghwa tried to comfort him but found it difficult when Yeosang almost entirely refused to talk about it, just flicking back and forth the TV channels with an irritated look on his face until Seonghwa gave up, opting instead to talk to him about other things that Yeosang wasn’t as reluctant to talk about.
When you got back on Monday morning Seonghwa was already gone and you were greeted by a clean apartment and Yeosang sitting on the sofa with his knees drawn up to his chest. His head whipped around when he saw you, almost tripping as he rushed to the doorway. You smiled and greeted him fondly, expecting a hug from how he’d almost run to get to you but your face fell a little when he just stopped and stood there.
“Did you have fun?” he asked, offering to take your bag from you, carrying it to your room while you took off your shoes and jacket.
"Yeah, I'm glad I went! I haven't had that much fun in a while," you said with a smile, reaching out to hug Yeosang when he met you at the front door again. He complied, pulling you into a hug that was tighter than what you were used to coming from him. "We should go somewhere like that sometime, we can bring the guys too."
"Y/N," he said quietly, voice so soft that for a second you thought it was just in your head. "Don't talk to him again, okay?"
You nodded a little, taken aback by the mention of your ex, grip on Yeosang tightening a little.
"Why?"
There was a long silence in which you realized you could feel his heartbeat through his chest against yours, the erratic hammering making your own pulse pick up. Just when you moved to pull away Yeosang held onto you tighter.
"Because I did like you two years ago and I should've said something so that you wouldn't end up with that guy in the first place," he mumbled, making you wonder once again if you were hearing him right. But he kept going, words racking up until it was impossible for them to just be your imagination. "I get that we live together and I didn't want to make things weird but I really love you. Just because he did that to you doesn't mean there isn't anybody that loves you."
Finally, he pulled back to look at your face. Yeosang was always blunt and honest - it was one of his funniest qualities and one of his most reassuring too - but it was rare to hear him speak about something so personal this openly and gently. Your shock must've shown on your face because Yeosang let go of you suddenly, taking a step back and rubbing the back of his neck.
"That was- that's all I wanted to say," he mumbled, seemingly unsure of where to look. He took another step back and continued to try to smooth over his words. "You don't have to take it seriously, it's not like I'm-"
"Yeosang."
"Yeah?"
"Look at me."
He was reluctant but after a moment of hesitation did as he was asked, turning to face you and almost shuddering at how you'd gotten closer to him once again.
"C'mere," you murmured, cupping one of his cheeks in your palm. He once again did as asked, stepping a little closer, tilting his head to press his face into your hand. You looked over his features, the way he tried to keep a straight face so that his nerves wouldn’t show, the way he tried to stop his eyes from looking at your lips and the way his lashes moved when he tried to maintain eye contact with you. “Why wouldn’t I take it seriously?”
He shrugged and opened his mouth to talk but found that he wasn’t able to, his eyes leaving yours for just a second until he heard you let out a short laugh. Once he was facing you again, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. He wondered if your coordination was off the way it had been when you were drunk, but upon closer inspection you were just nervous. You were just as nervous as he was, your cheeks heating up and hand shaking a little against his cheek. It hit him then that you were right there. His favourite person, the girl he’d been crushing on for two years, the person he wanted to live with for as long as he possibly could.
His hands easily found your face, cupping it and leaning in to press a proper kiss to your lips. The soft sigh you let out at the feeling of his lips against yours had Yeosang’s stomach doing somersaults, your nose pressing lightly against his cheek as you pulled back just a little. Your lips were still touching his as you took in a shaky breath.
You wanted to apologise for not saying anything two years ago, for not kissing him sooner and for not telling him everything he meant to you. Instead, you kissed him again, with a little more force this time, parting your lips to let his tongue slide against your top lip. This was a better way to voice everything, you decided, your arms lifting to wrap around his neck. He seemed to agree, his hands moving from your face to your waist, pulling you closer so that your chest was flush against his.
You noticed now that his lips were softer than you’d expected, that he smelled like conditioner and deodorant and that occasionally he was opening his eyes, his lashes brushing against your cheek. When he squeezed your waist, you gasped and he responded by licking deeper into your mouth, tongue running over yours. When you finally pulled back to catch your breath, your hands sliding from his neck down to his shoulders, his expression was somewhere between cocky and fond, your eyes widening a little.
“What?” you asked quietly, clearing your throat and repeating yourself a little louder. He just smiled and leaned in for another, shorter kiss.
“Nothing, you’re just cute when you’re out of breath,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours and stealing a few more soft, short kisses before he pulled back entirely, squeezing your waist again. “I was gonna cook but it’s more reliable to order in, right?”
You narrowed your eyes at him a little, about to tease him about how he was just too lazy to cook but decided to let it slide, nodding happily.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” you told him with a smile. Yeosang watched your features brighten, your smile just as contagious as it usually was - except this time it felt like the whole room had brightened with your smile. He couldn’t help but lean in and kiss you again.
The rest of the evening was slow. You told Yeosang about your trip and put on a sort of fashion show for him, showing the clothes you’d bought, while he gave them ratings (“That one’s a four,” he mumbled, trying to hide his grin when you yelled at him. “I’m kidding, everything’s a ten on you. Or at least a nine.”). You tried to hide your excitement at getting to sleep in his bed again but he must’ve noticed because he set down an extra pillow for you and barely let you move once you were beneath the covers, holding you with your back against his chest.
“Don’t date assholes anymore,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. You just giggled, tangling your legs with his and holding onto his hand tightly.
“You’re not an asshole, right?” you asked, making him snort.
“I’d like to think I’m not.”
“So if you’re not an asshole there’s nothing to worry about,” you told him, as though this were the most obvious statement in the world. He made a soft noise in the back of his throat and then tried to pull you closer, a little disappointed to find that you were already as close as he could possibly get you.
“Just don’t date assholes.”
This time you made a soft noise of assent, pulling his hands up to your lips to kiss his knuckles. That was all Yeosang needed for his heart to swell, the nervous butterflies in his stomach settling into a more pleasant feeling. He tried not to think about having missed out on two years of being this close to you, instead focusing on the warmth of your skin through your shirt and the sound of your soft breathing filling the room. He didn’t think he could imagine a single scenario in which he’d be happier than he was right now.
He was proven wrong when he woke up to find you already awake, looking at him with a small smile. He shut his eyes and opened them again, smiling when he saw that you were still there, still smiling.
“What time is it?” he asked, embarrassed at how his voice sounded after just having woken up.
“I don’t know,” you said, throwing one of your legs over his and moving closer to him. “Can I kiss you?”
He nodded, hands finding your waist on instinct when you pressed your lips to his. It felt so easy, to have your chest against his and your hand wandering up his shirt to drag against his skin and trace small shapes against his ribs. It was like a dream and yet it was far too vivid all at once, the warmth of your tongue on his and the small sounds you made when his teeth dug into your bottom lip until you finally let out a soft moan, your hips pushing forward against his.
Yeosang pulled back, unable to hide his smile at how you shut your eyes in an attempt to hide, squeezing his waist.
“Hey, open your eyes,” he said with a grin. You pouted as you opened your eyes, avoiding looking at him. “You weren’t this shy when you were drunk.”
“No, what did I say?” you whined, sitting up and covering your face in embarrassment. Yeosang smiled and squeezed your thigh gently before sitting up, pulling you onto his lap. His lips pressed against the corner of your jaw, one hand still gripping your thigh.
“That you love me-"
He paused to kiss your jaw, moving a little lower before he continued.
"-and that I'm the prettiest person you've ever seen-"
This time his kiss was open-mouthed, his teeth digging into your skin a little as he sucked on your neck until you whimpered. He pulled back then, moving lower once again.
"-and that you want to stay with me forever."
He was teasing you, a soft lilt to his voice as he kissed the crook of your neck. He smiled when you let out another soft whimper, your hands grabbing onto his hips tightly.
"Well? Do you feel less shy now?" he asked, his own cheeks flushing when you slipped a hand beneath his shirt to rub his back.
"All those things are true Yeosang," you mumbled, tilting your head to give him better access to your neck. His kisses were slow and deliberate, each one of them turning into a gentle bite, Yeosang's teeth pulling on your skin while his tongue flicked over it. He loved the way you squirmed with each kiss, so caught up in the little noises you were making that he barely realised your hands had moved until your thumbs were brushing over his nipples.
He gasped, pulling back from your neck to rest his forehead against your shoulder. You giggled as you tugged at his nipples lightly, Yeosang's chest arching forward into your touch.
"Fuck."
"Feels good?" you asked with a smile, to which Yeosang only responded with a moan when you continued to tease him, pinching at the skin beneath his nipples too. You noticed after a shift of your hips the bulge in his pants, your cheeks burning at the feeling of it against you. Yeosang noticed the falter in your movements, his hands taking hold of your waist instinctively. "Yeosang-"
"We don't have to do anything," he mumbled, thumbs kneading into your waist. "We can keep doing what we were doing before."
"Let me finish speaking," you whined, rubbing his nipples and smiling at the low groan that left his mouth. "I was just gonna tell you that you're cute."
You slipped your hands out of his shirt to hold his face, grinning when you saw that he was embarrassed. After a moment though he seemed to relax, turning his face in your hold to kiss your palm.
“Wanna see what we missed out on for two years?”
His lips met yours again, just as hungry as before but less slow, his hands quick to slip beneath your pyjama pants, squeezing your ass hard enough to make you gasp, his lips still against yours when he grinned. It was his turn to gasp when you began to grind against him, your hips jolting a little at how good the friction felt against you. You’d always loved when Yeosang’s voice was deep - it was sweet and attractive all at once - but hearing it when his fingers were dipping beneath the waistband of your underwear was something entirely new, your tummy heating up at the sound of it.
“Do we- uh, do you have condoms?” you asked, averting your gaze from Yeosang’s as he kissed your cheek.
“Don’t you have any?” he asked, a fond smile on his lips even though you looked more than a little anxious about the question. Upon seeing you shake your head, Yeosang just slapped your ass lightly and lifted you off of his lap. “Seonghwa forgot his bag here, I’ll check there-”
“Ah, Yeosang, don’t steal Seonghwa’s condoms!” you yelled even though Yeosang was already out of the door. With a soft huff you busied yourself with taking off your pants, a giddy smile playing on your lips. Just when you figured Yeosang hadn’t found any, he stepped through the door with one in his hand.
“He has way too many of these in his bag,” Yeosang mumbled, kissing you quickly as he glanced down at your underwear.
“Are you jealous that Seonghwa’s getting laid more than you?” you teased, eyes widening at the look Yeosang gave you as he pushed a hand beneath your underwear. Your mouth fell open as he used two fingers to circle around your clit.
“Why would I be jealous of him?” he asked, enjoying the way you sucked in your bottom lip to keep your noises to a minimum. “He’s not the one who gets to make you wet, is he?”
You shook your head quickly, hips bucking up into his touch.
“I never pegged you as a tease,” you mumbled. Yeosang didn’t reply, just tugged your underwear off and pressed two of his fingers against your entrance. He paused, looking up at you for permission before pushing them inside of you. “Shit, Yeosang.”
He paid little attention to your words, kissing you much more gently than earlier as he fucked his fingers into you, curling them a little with each thrust until your hands were gripping his shoulders tightly. The room filled with the sound of how wet you were and your quiet moans, Yeosang’s dick throbbing in his underwear as your hands tugged at his t-shirt.
“Wait, wait, wait,” you gasped, grabbing his wrist. “Stop.”
Yeosang’s eyes met yours, widening a little when he saw how your eyes had glossed over as your eyelids hung low.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling his fingers out of you. The sound you made as the tips of his fingers dragged past your entrance made his dick twitch.
“I wanna cum on you,” you mumbled, tugging on his sweatpants.
“On me?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, tugging his pants down.
“On your dick, Yeosang,” you said bluntly, earning a chuckle from the man in front of you. He pulled his underwear off and picked up the condom packet he’d put aside while you lay down, the same giddy smile as earlier playing on your lips as you watched Yeosang’s concentrated face, his nose scrunching upward a little. You felt your heart rate pick up as Yeosang rolled the condom down, warmth settling between your legs as he took off his shirt.
“Nervous?” he asked, kissing you before you could answer. When you nodded, he answered with his own nod, watching the way your chest rose and fell faster than before, your eyes wide when they met his. “Me too. Tell me if you want to stop.”
“Okay,” you said, your smile faltering as he pushed into you. Your hands flew up to his back, fingers rubbing back and forth against his skin. It was the intimacy of having his warm skin beneath your palms and not the comfortable stretch of him bottoming out inside of you that made you whimper as his lips met your jaw. Yeosang groaned as he pulled his hips back, pushing back in with a slow but deliberate thrust, aiming for the same spot he’d been fucking into with his fingers earlier.
“You feel good,” he told you suddenly, his voice filling your stomach with enough butterflies to fill a conservatory. You tried to reply but your voice trailed off into a high-pitched moan when a particularly sharp thrust hit your sweet spot hard enough to make you see stars.
“There, Yeosang,” you moaned out, shutting your eyes when he picked up his pace to fuck into the same spot. He grinned at the way your eyebrows drew together, features scrunching up in pleasure. The smile was short-lived though, his dick throbbing at the way you began to clench around him.
“Hey, open your eyes,” he told you, blushing when you did as told, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. His thrusts faltered for a moment, his lower tummy filling with heat at the way your kiss-swollen lips parted, only for you to bite the bottom one straight after, noises still managing to escape you. He’d forgotten what he was going to say, his thrusts speeding up once again.
“Yeosang, I’m gonna-” your sentence cut off then, your eyes falling shut. Yeosang swore, letting his head hang lower as he pushed your thighs up, hooking one over his shoulder to fuck deeper into you.
“Go, baby,” he murmured, swearing under his breath when you arched your back beneath him, walls tightening around him until it was hard to keep his thrusts steady. “Cum on my dick.”
His words were enough to send you over the edge, body trembling as you came. A series of moans left your lips, the moans of his name being the loudest of them all. Yeosang continued to thrust into you as you rode out your orgasm, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to stave off his orgasm as he bottomed out in you once more.
“Yeosang,” you whined impatiently, body jolting when he moved his hips slightly. “Cum for me, angel.”
He wasn’t sure if it was the petname or the impatience in your voice that had his hips bucking but he had to rush to pull out, hands shaking as he took off the condom and came on your lower tummy where your shirt had ridden up, not missing the way you whimpered at the feeling of no longer having him inside of you. He had barely caught his breath when you began to pull him down against you.
“Wait, Y/N, your leg-”
He couldn't help but laugh when you continued to pull him against you, carefully letting your leg fall against the bed before settling down on top of you, nose nudging at your neck. He grimaced at the feeling of his own cum sticking to his stomach from where he’d spilled on your stomach, but the discomfort was overshadowed by the way your fingers continued to rub up and down his shoulder blades.
“That was worth waiting two years for,” you said, making Yeosang roll his eyes.
“In an ideal world we could’ve skipped the waiting and the you dating a dickhead part,” Yeosang joked, smiling at how you gave him two firm pats on the back for his comment.
“Shower?”
Yeosang nodded, glancing at his phone when it began to vibrate.
“Seonghwa…” he mumbled as he answered the call, eyes widening upon hearing Seonghwa’s voice on the other end.
“What is it?” you asked with a small giggle, letting go of him so that he could sit up.
“Please call in advance next time,” he mumbled into the phone, groaning as he hung up. “He came to pick up his bag.”
It was when Yeosang was drying his hair after the shower, the bathroom filled with steam and his skin flushed from the heat of the water, that you told him something that caught him off guard.
“Y’know, you’re my favourite person,” you said matter-of-factly, too distracted by the game you were playing on your phone to notice the way Yeosang froze.
“Yeah?” he asked. You nodded, glancing up at him with a smile. “How come?”
“I don’t know,” you replied and after a moment continued. “There’s too many reasons.”
Yeosang nodded, setting his towel aside. He felt his heart skip a beat at how sweet and calm you looked. After the past few months it felt like a blessing to see you looking so peaceful. He wondered if he’d ever get over how beautiful you looked when you were at peace.
Addicting Kitten Masterpost - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)
PART ONE - When your car breaks down and your phone is dead, you are stranded alone on the way home. However, when Seonghwa, the intimidating figure you see at the club often, comes by and offers you a ride, you cannot help but feel as if you might be walking into the lion’s den.
PART TWO - After an intense encounter with Seonghwa, you don’t want to end up just another name on his list. But attempting to avoid him leads to falling further down the rabbit hole.
PART THREE - After a face time call, Seonghwa has invited you over to stay the night. Excited but extremely nervous, you wonder how the night is going to play out - and what you will learn about him.
PART FOUR - After a horrible day, you try to cancel plans on Seonghwa. But when he offers to come over to comfort you, you end up discovering a different side of him…and perhaps realize something as well.
FINAL PART - When things at the club get heated, your relationship with Seonghwa takes a turn.
EPILOGUE - A summer trip with your boyfriend, Seonghwa, doesn’t go exactly how you planned.
