── .✦ warnings: fem!reader, use of pet names (baby, pretty boy), fluff.
—749w
Hyunjin had had a long day.
Chan was in a bad mood, he kept messing up the lyrics for their new song, and he’d missed the final train back, so had to have an extra moody Seungmin pick him up and drive him back.
All he wanted to do at that moment was go home and see his girl. Just the thought of you always put a smile on his face (much to Seungmins blatant disgust).
He could feel the heaviness of his limbs as he finally walked through the door of your apartment at an outrageous time of 3 in the morning.
He dropped his bag by the doorway and kicked of his shoes, trying to keep as quiet as possible as he eyed you sleeping soundly on the couch.
Despite his efforts, you started to rise sleepily, pushing yourself up onto your elbows as you squinted at him.
"mmsorry... was trying to stay awake..." You mumbled distractedly, trying to blink the sleep from your eyes.
His eyes had gone soft the minute he saw you, but he melted even more at your words.
"Aw baby... you know you didn't have to do that." He walked over and stopped in front of you, placing a hand on your cheek.
You lent into his touch, staring up at his gorgeous but tired face.
"I wanted too... I missed you. Haven't seen you all day."
He frowned at your words. He'd had to leave early due to a photoshoot, so he left before you woke up.
He hated doing that. During comeback season, he found himself missing the slow mornings, where he’d cling to you and beg for ‘just five more minutes’ (even though it often turned into more like an hour).
He missed the way you’d be cooking breakfast and he’d come wrap his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your neck as you laughed and tried to shake him off.
He missed the way you’d both curl up on the couch, plates on your lap, and put on a bad comedy show. You’d always tease him for laughing at the bad jokes and he’d attack you with kisses all over your face in return.
He missed the way you’d lean into his shoulder afterwards, giving him the kind of quiet affection you could only give to someone you truly trust.
To put it simply, he missed you.
“Jinnie? Whats wrong?”
Your concerned voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he was surprised to learn that his eyes had filled with tears.
“Sorry, I-“ he swallowed, his voice wobbly, “I just missed you too.”
He was being stupid. He knew that. But as he stared down at you, with your hair sticking out at odd angles, your pretty eyes still hazed over with sleep, and his t-shirt hanging loosely from your frame, he realised he didn’t care.
You tugged at his hand, bringing him closer to you.
“Come sit.” You shifted so there was room for him, and he collapsed onto the couch with you, immediately bringing his arms around your shoulders.
You lay yourself on top of him and cupped his face with your hands, tracing his features; a small smile played on your lips.
“My pretty boy, don’t cry.” You giggled at him, brushing a thumb under his eye where a stray tear escaped.
“Can’t help it. Love you too much.” He flirted playfully, making you smile.
“So dramatic~” you lay your head on his chest, close enough to hear his slow heartbeat, “but I love you too.”
His smile went from teasing to soft in seconds as he placed a small kiss on the top of your head.
With one hand wrapped around your waist, he brought a hand to your head, stroking it absentmindedly. Occasionally, he’d scratch gently, making you hum in pleasure.
Eventually, his gentle voice cut through the silence, “So what did you do today, baby?”
After a long pause awaiting your response, he looked down, only to see your eyes closed where you lay, letting out soft, even puffs of breath every few seconds.
He huffed out a small laugh, placing a hand protectively on the back of your head.
“Long day too, hm?” He whispered, his eyes starting to close too.
There, the two of you fell asleep in each-others arms, surrounded by your own bubble of peacefulness.
Funnily enough, this was the best sleep Hyunjin had had in awhile.
Maybe you should fall asleep on the couch more often?
I fear I write like a wattpad writer but thats okay 🥲 back too my roots
but yayyyyy first fanfic!!!! Ik it’s short but I’m working on longer stuff ! Feel free to gimme some ideas :3
⟢ ┆ stray kids x reader. ot8. established relationship.
⟢ author’s note: helloo! this was requested twice lol so i guess it’s a popular trend going around and i finally brought myself to write it after the odyssey my life went through last month. i had lots of fun with it and i hope you all enjoy it<3
The sound of skin against skin echoed against the walls along with your moans mixed with Hyunjins grunts.
Your shirt was bunched up above your chest, his hands groping your tits while his other rested on the bed next to you. Eye’s half shut as he looked down at you.
“Feel so good,” He moaned. Feeling you clench around him at the praise.
Your hands gripped the sheets, toes curling as he hit that spot in you repeatedly- and the visual above you.
Sweat painting his face, mixing with his hair and causing a few strands to stick to his face. Eye’s half shut. Hair slightly messed from his fallen and forgotten hat. Lips kissed swollen- and his STAY lock-key necklace dangling from around his neck.
You hooked your finger around the jewelry, lifting your arm with effort as the pleasure shooting through your body made you weak.
Hyunjin didn’t notice until he felt the pressure on the back of his neck, glancing down and seeing you pulling gently at the necklace.
He grinned, shifting. “What? You want a kiss?” He cooed teasingly with a smirk, setting down onto his forearms. Chest pressing against yours. “Hm?”
You didn’t reply, simply reached up and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Cold of his necklace resting against your neck.
He groaned into the kiss, hips faltering before speeding up.
“You’re insatiable.” He grinned into the kiss, pulling away to catch his breath before his lips were on yours again.
includes :: [ 1.1k ] nct dream x reader ( mostly gender neutral ). bsf!jaem, fake dating!jeno, bsf!lele, study partner!ji, childhood friend!mark, bsf!hyuck, bsf!junnie ( in the simplest explanations possible ). their oh, oh, moment <3. fluff fest ! tooth rotting fluff. dreamies pausing bc like whoa ur really pretty and cute actually haha what does that mean. kind of college / school au on a few or . you can assume i think. ‘wait fuck’ is ‘oh’ in haechan’s world. tw kind of repetitive. all mistakes are unintentional.
authors note, too late to be happy birthday jeno fic but . this was originally for his birthday lmao ❤️ jeno’s is special bc it was his special day :3 so sorry that some are shorter than others i just wanted to get this out already shds </3
oh.
that was the first thought in jaemin’s mind. because he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. spinning in front of the mirror with a new outfit he had offered to buy for you.
you were looking at it from every possible angle, eyes focused and scrutinizing, surely taking in every way it looked wrong.
he’s surrounded by bags from other shops that he had already bought for you and he couldn’t help it, watching your face light up when you found something you liked, picking out outfits he knew would look good on you, and every one you hated he stopped himself from going insane because you looked good in everything.
“that one’s pretty, baby,” he spoke, stepping closer, hands finding your waist, pulling you back to him. “you want this one?” he hummed, leaning his head down, chin almost resting on your shoulder.
you met his gaze in the mirror.
and jaemin paused, grip tightening a fraction.
oh.
renjun’s eyes opened slowly, meeting your gaze, his eyes softly admiring the way yours looked when you were embarrassed.
he knew he would’ve regretted playing spin the bottle. he knew the game was stupid. he knew he would’ve regretted actually leaning in and pressing his lips briefly against yours instead of just passing like he usually does. and now that he was looking at you he couldn’t look away; not with the way pink flushed your cheeks, the way your lips pressed together nervously. and —
oh.
even when he was pulled back into a sitting position, when he sat back and the game moved on, he couldn’t look away from you, despite the way you were ever so obviously avoiding looking at him.
and the feeling of your lips still lingered against his. and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears.
oh.
jeno should’ve known this was a bad idea. in an act of desperation he had asked you, and you had agreed, and fuck if he didn’t regret it. because now his cheeks stained red whenever you were around, his hands fidgeted at his side when he was debating whether to take your hand in his or not.
the type of nervousness that came if it was a real relationship — which it wasn’t. no matter how much he stayed up thinking about it, thinking about you. you plagued his thoughts like you were a test he had to take tomorrow that he hadn’t studied for.
in specific because he actually did have a test he hadn’t studied for.
that thought hit him in the middle of the night. and he immediately hopped out of bed to start studying, only realizing that the night had passed when a ‘good morning’ text came from you ( even those had his heart skip a beat ). but then a second text came.
‘figured you were up all night cramming. i come bearing coffee and food let me in.’
oh.
was his first thought when he went to the door and you were actually there, pushing a cup of coffee in his hands.
oh. was his second, when he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.
“yeah, you’re welcome,” chenle mumbled mindlessly, sliding a bowl over to you across the counter, pausing to watch you start eating, relishing in the food he had ever so graciously made for you. he still held his own bowl in his hand, lightly setting it down with a small clink.
it had become instinct, to shove a bowl of food in your face so you would eat something. to have something prepared when you came over. to take care of you.
to offer his hoodie when you got cold even though he hated the cold too. and it was always on a night where he had decided to wear a tank top.
you looked up curiously, meeting his gaze. and he froze, his eyes widening slightly, before plopping himself down in the chair across from you, looking down at his bowl to avoid your eyes because your own were so —
oh.
oh.
the warm light didn’t help jisung’s gaze from staring at you. the lighting from the small lamp, papers scattered in front of both of you. he did this too often; his gaze traveling your features, admiring the way your hair framed your face, the way your eyes flicked across the papers diligently.
his weren’t; too distracted by you. jisung also seemed to get caught too often as well, your eyes glancing up to his like you knew he was watching. the moment he did, he knew he shouldn’t have. averted his gaze, that is.
he felt the heat creep up his face under your stare, and his hand was shaking just enough to be noticeable and ruin his handwriting.
jisung steeled himself, before cautiously looking up to you again — only to be met directly with your gaze, and he immediately got lost in a maze of your eyes and his heart pounding in his ears.
oh.
well, shit.
“no you’re pretty,” mark argued against your own thoughts, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “so pretty. i don’t even believe that —” he trailed off slightly, voice quieting when you interrupted him with your rambles.
but that wasn’t why he had shut up. he was barely listening to your words to be completely honest, a stark contrast to how attentive he had been just a minute ago. his thoughts were currently racing, and he couldn’t do two things at once—not when paying attention to you overtook his entire brain process.
your voice was practically like a melody in his ears ( he swore he hummed it sometimes ), even when it was rambling about the biggest crush you’ve had since fifth grade.
‘like when you like someone and your heart just kind of picks up and your cheeks flush—’
he perked up at that. “what?” he questioned, leaning in slightly. you repeated yourself.
oh.
maybe he gets it now.
haechan couldn’t help the expression on his face from twisting, “them?? really??” he mostly exclaimed, getting a quick shushing sound from you as you ducked your head slightly when everyone looked over. he quieted slightly. “they’re ugly,” he stage whispered, glancing at the person you had pointed out.
and his first instinct was to discourage you. the thought of you getting with someone was weird. weird enough that he couldn’t imagine you unless it was by his side.
wait fuck.
his eyes traced the pout that had formed on your lips, before he realized he was focused on your lips. “really ugly,” he decided, the words leaving before he could even think of them, fueled by the urge to keep you by his side.
“lele,” you spoke up, earning a small groan in response. not the annoyed kind, but more so just acknowledging that you stirred him from his half asleep state for the second time ( the first was because you needed to get up ).
. . . maybe it was an annoyed groan. but either way you didn’t really care.
you waited a long moment until chenle’s eyes begrudgingly blinked open, meeting your gaze. “what’s up, baby?” he questioned, in that obviously tired, let-me-go-to-sleep tone.
“jeno and jaemin bother me,” you admitted finally, and that caught his attention more. he lifted his head, just enough to tilt it slightly in confusion. his eyebrows creased in confusion.
“why? did they do something?” concern laced his tone, as he always thought you were comfortable with his friends. he couldn’t believe you were admitting this now. after years.
“yeah —” and that momentary pause before your explanation had chenle worried that you’d drop some bomb of information “— they steal my boyfriend from me too often.”
chenle stared at you, before his shoulders visibly relaxed, only for him to perk up again in realization. “sorry?”
your lips pursed into a small pout. “it feels like you love them more than you love me,” you pointed out. chenle opened his mouth to question you again, but you cut him off. “are muscles all it takes for you to be in love with someone else? do i need to start getting jacked??”
chenle’s jaw dropped slightly. well there were a number of things he was expecting to come from you — but this was not one of them. “baby —”
“you’re not denying it!” you spoke, reading his expression. “i thought you loved me for who i was,” your eyes narrowed, and you scooted out of his arms, staring at him in the dim lighting.
chenle sat up, causing you to follow, both of you facing each other on the bed. “baby,” he tried again, and when you didn’t cut him off again, he continued. “you’re insane.”
your jaw dropped. “i am not! how are you going to react if i start groping jaemin and jeno’s muscles all the time!!”
“that’s different,” he defended himself.
“it’s not.” you crossed your arms over your chest.
chenle let out a small breath ( disguising the laugh that was threatening to fall out ). “it’s different,” he reiterated.
“it’s not! you’re all over them! all the time!”
chenle stared at you for the second time, staying silent, eyes just blinking at you, before that laugh finally fell past his lips — giggly, high pitched, unbelieving — and he tackled you slightly, pressing his lips to yours swiftly. “i’m all over you too,” he hummed.
“this is just a distraction,” you whispered. “you like their muscles more than you like me.”
“of course not, baby,” chenle hummed, pressing his lips to yours again to shut you up. there’s no point in telling you the truth.
warnings : cussing, reader owns heels (in seonghwa’s), reader mentions talking to a guy (in san’s), i tried to be funny in these… lmk if there’s any more !
a/n : it’s extremely late and i’m tired but i wanted to post smth as a thanks on getting 200+ interactions on “just friends” in under a week,, so thank you!! 💕🥹
pairing﹢ateez x fem!reader
genre﹢smau + sfw. fluff, slightly suggestive, established relationship.
synopsis﹢you decide to prank your boyfriend, but the important thing is that you won't be single, at least for now!
Hey guys, sorry I couldn't post for two days because I'm having problems with my old fuckass iPhone11. It's always overheating and isn't charging. It almost fucking burnt my hands while making these and it also lags as shit. But anyway, enough venting for tonight, I hope you guys like this! Love you all, thank you all for likes, comments, follows and reblogs!
maybe no chapter tomorrow i’m sick af i think idk don’t shoot requests are open as a reminder any solo or group stuff hit me up maybe papa will do it :3
