Genres + AUs: Non-Idol AU, College AU, Bad Romance, Angst, Lovers to Enemies
Content & Trigger Warnings: Bad boy!Yeonjun, Florist!Reader, strong language, toxic relationship, Yeonjun is mean, Reader is mean at the beginning, bullying, name-calling and use of derogatory words, heartbreak, hurt feelings, regret, rejected apology, breakup, loss of feelings, hate, anger
Summary: You're used to Yeonjun being mean, teasing people and calling them awful names. You just brush it off as harmless fun, calling the ones that get upset wimps who can't take a joke. But when Yeonjun's acidic words get turned on you, you suddenly realise just how toxic your boyfriend really is.
Inspiration: "Gotta Be You" by One Direction (title is from the lyrics)
A/N: If you liked this work and want to request your own oneshot, feel free to send me an ask! This one shot is also my entry for the @cultofdionysusnet spring event "The Language of Flowers"
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"I wish I could give you my pain just for one moment. Not to hurt you, but so that you could finally understand how much you hurt me." - Unknown
You'd always known Yeonjun was mean sometimes in the way he talked about people, but it had never been aimed at you so you never saw much reason to try and break him of the habit. In fact, you often joined in; the two of you ripping a person’s confidence or self-esteem to shreds with just a few well-worded sentences. If someone else called you or your boyfriend out on your behaviour, labelling you as bullies or some such nonsense, you’d say it was just a joke and that they were wimps if they got so worked up over it.
Needless to say, neither of you gained many friends, but that wasn’t much of a concern. Both of you already had a few friends and felt no compulsion to make more. Most of your friends also liked to participate in your verbal warfare, the whole group sometimes ganging up on one poor soul. One such occasion led your victim to tattle to a faculty member, the end result being that both you and Yeonjun were suspended for two weeks. Your parents had come down for a visit after receiving a call from the college and tried to talk you out of your “immature behaviour”, but their words fell on deaf ears.
Things went on like this for a while, until your junior year, when everything suddenly changed.
It started out as a normal morning, waking up and getting ready for the day’s classes. Yeonjun picked you up from your apartment as usual and drove to the college, giving you a kiss before you went to your respective classrooms. After sitting down in your usual spot, you turned to greet your friend Jihua. The green-eyed girl leaned towards you, her blonde ponytail falling onto your shoulder.
“How are you handling things?” She asked, a mix of sympathy and curiosity lacing her tone.
You looked at her in confusion, having no idea what she was talking about.
“Huh? What are you talking about?” You asked. Clearly something had happened that you were supposed to know about already.
Jihua pulled out her phone, tapping the screen a few times before passing it to you. On the screen was a post from Yeonjun’s private Instagram, the timestamp showing that it was posted before he picked you up this morning. The post itself was an extremely unflattering picture of you, and under it Yeonjun had added the caption “Who took my pretty little girlfriend and replaced her with this ugly old fat-ass?!”
Tears blurred your vision, heart slowly cracking in two. Suddenly you understood how all those people you’d said similar things to had felt. They hadn’t been wimps at all, they were probably deeply hurt by those words. Regret and loathing pooled in your throat like bitter bile, and in that moment you were no longer blind to how toxic your relationship with Yeonjun truly was.
Jihua wrapped an arm around you and hugged you tight while you worked to compose yourself. When you were a bit calmer she leaned back, clearly about to pose a question. Unfortunately, the professor chose that very moment to enter the room and announce the start of class. Your friend sighed, giving you one more hug before picking up her pen and facing the front. You copied her actions, the dull ache within keeping you from applying your full attention.
That morning’s classes were like hell, your mind far from present. Even a couple of the teachers seemed concerned by your atypical lethargy, but had other obligations that prevented them from offering more than a passing “are you alright?” Your only response was to nod mutely and go on your way.
At lunch you and Jihua sat by yourselves, avoiding Yeonjun and your other friends like the plague. For what was probably the first time ever, you were glad Jihua never liked nor participated in the bullying. It was nice to have someone with you while your whole world crumbled down around you.
At one point Yeonjun looked like he was going to come over and question your behaviour, but the sight of a potential victim distracted him. You knew you would have to confront him eventually, but you just weren’t ready yet. You needed some time away, a bit of separation, before you could even think about calling your boyfriend out for his actions.
The rest of the afternoon was just as tense, some of the students eyeing you with disgust or whispering to their friends as you walked by. It seemed you were the only one who had no access to Yeonjun’s private posts, and your heart sank at the thought of his poisoned words spreading through the college. Would even Jihua turn against you if all the students believed Yeonjun instead of you?
Your thoughts continued to spiral over the next few days, your grades beginning to suffer as you went about each day on autopilot, going through the motions without a single thought behind your actions. If Yeonjun thought something was off before, he knew it for sure now, and tried to talk to you at every possible moment. You continued to avoid him, along with most others. Jihua was the only one who could get through to you, and even then it was often just for minutes at a time.
Then one day, about a week after everything went to shit, you finally felt able to tell Jihua what had sent you spiralling so deeply. Curled up on your bed under a thick blanket, you broke the tense silence.
“He did it on purpose, you know. Posting that where he knew he could get away with it because I wouldn't see it.”
“How did he know you wouldn't see it?” Jihua queried, looking confused.
“He told me once, back when we first started dating, that he rarely ever posted on his private account so there was no need for me to follow it. And like the little fool that I was, I believed him without even questioning a thing.” You took a deep breath and continued your explanation.
“He knew, he fucking knew, that I had past issues with my self-esteem and body image. I told him that when we first got together, and he promised never to do anything that would damage the fragile progress I’d made.
“After you showed me the post he made that day, I made note of the username and looked it up when I got back to my apartment. He's been making fun of me and my looks for years, pretty much from the moment we met. And this whole time I've been glued to his side without a single clue what was going on behind my back.”
Tears filled your eyes and you quickly blinked them back, afraid any interruption might break your resolve.
“I have been such an asshole to everyone around who wasn't deemed a friend, all for a guy who didn't even care about me. God, those poor people…the things I said…I don't even recognize who I am anymore. I thought I liked the person I'd changed into, but now that the blinders are off, I hate who I've become.”
You sat up, gazing at your only true friend out of bloodshot eyes. “What do I do, Jihua? How do I tell him it's over without letting him woo me back in?”
Jihua thought for a moment, then smiled widely as an idea came to her. “You work part time at your mom’s flower shop, right? And you know a lot about which flowers mean what?”
You nodded in response to both questions.
“Well, find some flowers that will say what you want him to know, send them to him, then cut him off and don't look back.”
There was silence for a moment as you mull over Jihua’s plan. You had to admit, it was right down your alley. And this way, you didn't even have to see him; someone else would deliver the flowers for you. The tiniest of smiles bloomed on your face as you said, ”I think that's just what I'll do.”
It took you a couple days’ research to find what you were looking for, but soon you discovered the blossoms you wished to send: orange lilies, for hatred and/or revenge. On the day you found them, you and Jihua headed straight to your mom's flower shop after classes. Luckily, there was a large supply of orange lilies and soon you had a fair sized bouquet of them complete with a short but scathing note informing Yeonjun that the relationship was over.
“Will he pick up on what they mean?” Jihua queried.
You nodded. “He should, he knows I’m really into flower meanings because of working with Mom. And if he doesn’t know directly what they mean, I’m almost certain he’ll look them up.” You let out a deep sigh. “Now all we have to do is wait until he gets them.”
“How will you know when he gets them?”
You grimaced, already envisioning the explosion of texts and calls you would inevitably receive. “Oh, trust me, I’ll know.”
It took a couple of days for the flowers to reach Yeonjun’s apartment, but as soon as they did he started blowing your phone up. Some of the messages were angry, his temper on full display as he let fly with insults that brought you to tears. Other messages were just straight-up pitiful, you could almost see him down on his knees grovelling and begging just from the way the texts were worded. If it hadn’t been for Jihua staying by your side and helping you sort through your emotions, you might’ve ended up crawling back with your proverbial tail between your legs. As it was, you ended up just powering your phone off to get away from his incessant pursuits.
By the time the weekend passed and you returned to class on Monday, the danger of him winning you back over had passed and you were firm on your decision to distance yourself. Jihua had advised going no contact if he didn’t back off soon, and you kept the thought in the back of your mind as you entered your biology class. Jihua didn’t have this class with you, so you took a seat at the very back where Yeonjun wouldn’t see you since he and the others always sat at the very front.
You kept your head low, working on your project for your drawing class as you waited for your professor to arrive. You heard shuffling at the front of the room and looked up just in time to see Yeonjun and his friends taking their seats in the front row. You see his head start to turn and look down quickly, focusing back in on your drawing. Footsteps move towards you with purpose, and you feel a gentle touch on your shoulder. You look up into Yeonjun’s face, his dark eyes swirling with a mix of unreadable emotions.
“What do you want?” You ask sharply, a tinge of bitterness in your tone.
Yeonjun looks taken aback, but sits down beside you anyway. “Those flowers you sent me…what do they mean? I wanted to look them up, but a part of me was afraid to.”
You take a deep breath and look Yeonjun in the eyes. “Orange lilies symbolise hatred and revenge. You hurt me Yeonjun, and no amount of yelling or pleading will change that. When we first started dating I specifically told you what would hurt me most, and you swore never to do that to me. Then you turn and do that very thing behind my back for years! We are through, Yeonjun, and I honestly regret ever dating you in the first place.”
By this point you are trembling with rage and tears are threatening to stream down your face. You know there’s no way you can pay attention through a class right now, so you quickly gather your things and all but run from the classroom, taking refuge in an empty art room. After calming yourself down, you put in your earbuds and pull out the sketchbook you’d been drawing in earlier. Picking a high-energy playlist to help keep you from falling into the doldrums, you turn to a blank page and start a new drawing, channelling all your emotions into each and every line.
As you drew you reminded yourself that this was not the end. You would move on, and you would be okay. Your happiness did not have to end here, at Yeonjun’s expense. You could be the better person and prove that you could survive without him. Pulling out your phone, you sent a text to Jihua.
You smiled and pocketed your phone, returning to your drawing.
Two years later
A lot had happened since you broke up with Yeonjun, and you honestly couldn't be happier.
Several months afterwards you met a really sweet guy named Yuta, and the two of you hit it off immediately. Yuta was a few years older than you but was almost the complete opposite of Yeonjun, always making sure you knew how beautiful you were and how much he loved you. He made you feel like the most special person in the entire world, and you soaked it all up like a dry sponge.
Not long after the breakup Yeonjun quit showing up at college, and you heard through the gossip grapevine that he was not handling it well at all, going so far as refusing to eat or come out of his dorm room. You couldn't help but feel a little twinge of glee at this, knowing that he now understood how you had often felt. After that you quit paying attention to the rumours, feeling like the chapter had now been closed for good.
One year after you first met Yuta he proposed to you, and you happily said yes. Your life soon became quite busy, between finals, graduation, and wedding planning; but you could honestly say it was the best time of your life. For the first time ever, you felt truly loved and cared for, and it was the best feeling in the whole entire world. With Yuta by your side, you could be wholly and completely okay.
where love and peace is held, i never expected for this to happen. i planned and i planned, i expected, and i hoped, but it was never you. you held what i wanted hostage to make room for you, the thing that i needed but has no means of acceptance. deny me, live your best life.
Genre: SMUT, MDNI. Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Fem!Reader Word Count: 900(that is so satisfying). Rating: 18+
Warnings: reader has a wet dream, fingering, mentions of reader having tummy rolls<3, oral(f receiving), eye contact, pet names (princess & baby), swearing, teasing, yunho talking you through an orgasm, dream Yunho is referred to another man and hes lowkey jealous of himself, cummin on his face:(, slight humour.
Synopsis: Yunho wakes you up mid wet dream and has to prove hes better that himself(?)
a/n: WHy is the though of him being jealous of himself so hot help me pleaaaase!!! anyway im insane now bye<3 merry christmas x
Your back arches up off the bed as he drills his fingers into you, not showing any intentions of easing his efforts on your cunt and taking pride in making you squirm beneath him. Writhing in pleasure as two fat fingers curl towards your front when they reach the depths within you repeadtly.
Yunho's got you lay on your back, legs spread wide before him, buffet style. One strong arm hooked around the meat of your upper thigh to keep you pinned in his prefered position, the other pisitioning at an angle that makes his biceps look delicious. Muscle flexing rythmically to match his pace.
Changing your position to observe your boyfriend work your sex, you raise yourself to rest on your elbows, watching as your stomach gathers in rolls to accomdate the shift in your body.
Typically, Yunho likes to hold eye contact when he's between your legs. Enjoying how it allows him to the be the quieter one between the two of you but also gives him the abilitly to talk you through sex, knowing how you crave the praise, crave the sound of his voice to help you cum. But when you look down your met with the crown of his head,silver hair grown out slightly to reveal his natural dark shade.
You groan in frustration, the reality that you haven't heard his voice nor seen his face once this entire time settling in and so you roll your hips, trying to break his focus and make him look you in the eye, but he doesn't. Doesnt even huff out a puff of air through his nose like he does when hes overwhelmed. A small detail about him only you get to see in this context.
You're panting, genuinly struggling to breathe and chest heaving with the effort it takes to keep yourself on the brink of release. He's doing it on purpose you think. You both know it takes more than this but right now it feels like he's not even here with you, intentionally denying you of what you want. You hear yourself growl, flinging yourself back now in protest as you feel the ebbs of your orgasm dwindling away from you. Clenching your eyes tight to keep the exasperated tears at bay.
Suddenly the sensation changes, wet and warm between your legs and you prop yourself up once more, this time being met with a pair of sharp eyes. Yunho briefly removes his tongue from your clit, obscenely slurping on you as he pulls away, "Morning Princess" he greets you with a wink. “Good dream?" he laughs before diving right back in to resume his attack.
"No, you weren't talking...asshole". This time he does huff in amusement, air kissing the fat of your pussy and making you whine out, finally satisfied that you could hear and feel him like you craved.
Replacing his tongue with his thumb to rub slow circles against you instead, Yunho offers you some mock apologies. "aw im sorry baby, I guess dream me isn't as good to you hmm?". You know he’s just being cocky, it's nothing new. He likes taking his time with you in bed, likes the chase before the reward but his dream land countertpart has already edged you to near completion once, or maybe it was him in reality you have no idea anymore.
"Please Yunho, I was so close" you pout.
"You almost came in your sleep? oh that’s so precious." He stops his movements once more to lower his head back down to it's orginal position, "tell me all about it while I eat you out, maybe i'll even be nicer than him and let you cum."
He licks a stripe directly up your center, fat muscle prodding at you as he tapers off and his eyes come up to meet yours once more. He slowly blinks, puppy dog eyes prompting you to begin speaking like he isn’t about to rip your soul from it's place in your chest. You close your eyes, trying to gather your thoughts and remember exactly what he was doing but Yunho swats your outer thigh forcing you to keep staring at him.
"ah-hng, you wher-I mean he was, ugh" you stutter through your sentence.
"That's it, keep going you've got it"
"He was finge- AH" your cut off when Yunho sucks one of your fleshy outer lips into his warmth. "Holy Shit, he was fingering me! Please Yunho, please let me cum".
You feel his tongue intrude within your walls for the first time today, a substitute for his fingers. Those being to busy pinning you down or prying you open to also be inside you. Yunho feels you tightening around his tongue and briefly considers pulling away, finding humour in being as unfair as your dream but decides against it. He loves the way you sound and wants to taste you too bad to tease you anymore, and so he starts shaking his head from side to side aggresively. Stimulation from his thumb, nose and tongue sending you spiralling into your descent, escence coating his tongue in the process.
"oh fuuuuck" you drawl out, hips twitching against his face.
"Now, am I better than him?" Yunho cheekily questions, knowing fine well what your answer is.
"So much better, so so much better", you giggle "he could only dream about making me cum" you joke making Yunho laugh at your choice of words.
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Genre: coffeeshop au, mild hurt/comfort, fluff. Pairing: Non idol!Song Mingi x Boss!Reader Word Count: 1,432(ish). Warnings: mingi’s very socially awkward and blushy, so many lottle kisses for mingles<3, kissing his hip in a cute way ooh it’s so floofy.🤧
Synopsis: Yunho teases Mingi when he trips over his words infront of a girl, he needs a little loving to make it better:((
A/N: this came to me in a dream when I tell you I woke up on the verge of tears I love love love mingi and his big sparkly eyes so I had to try and write it<3 pls watch this to get how he looked in my dream 🥹 dedicating to my beloved @yeos-bunny bc shes baby and needs a cuddle, everyone cuddle bella<3
Song Mingi can be a bit... ditzy, for lack of a better word. He's prone to making a fool out of himself, trips over his words and awkwardly giggles his way through a majority of the conversations he has. Today he's once again gave the rest of the team all the ammunition they need to make him red in the cheeks and try to curl all six foot of himself into a ball.
It's a pretty average day at the shop, yourself and Yunho had arrived in the early hours of the morning to begin setting up for the day with Mingi following behind a half hour later to join you in preping various sweet treats that could be easily picked up and enjoyed by todays customers. You've left him to it, tying pretty little bows on packs of baked goods whilst you move along the line of coffee machines to make sure they're all fully stocked and ready for a days work.
The radios on a little louder this time in the morning, it's an empty shop bar the three of you and you can hear Yunho singing along out the back as he puts the delivery away. Sometimes you wish you didn't have to open the doors to the public, enjoying the serenity the dawn offered before the city woke up, demanding caffine on route to their day jobs.
The first hour or so is typically quiet even though you’re open, one or two early risers calling in for their regular coffees and a quick chat.
You call for Yunho to return to the shop floor and assist Mingi with any customers that may come in, instructing them to keep the space well stocked and clean whilst you take your first break of the day, stomach growling mid sentence to punctuate your hunger for breakfast .
Twenty minutes later you make your way back to the boys to send Yunho on his break next, stopping by the sink to wash your hands. You’re just about to round the corner when you hear Yunho's tell tale laugh sounding through the small cafe and the all too familiar whine of Mingi following suit. "What's going on here?" you question with a cocked eyebrow.
"Please don't ask" Mingi huffs out, refusing to make eye contact with either of you.
Yunho laughs over his shoulder before turning to face you entirely,"oh nothing, some lovely girl just told Min his glasses suited him-". He's cut off by Mingi's protest, begging his friend and coworker to drop it. "- and he said hers did too".
"Yeah? What's so funny about that?"
"She wasn't wearing any glasses." Yunho snorts, loving Mingi's reaction to the light teasing.
You offer Mingi a light pat to the back before sending the older of the two off to get his own breakfast, smiling at Mingi as he lifts his head from the floor to look at you. "It's okay Min, it's happened to the best of us".
You know Mingi can be a little socially awkward, often giving him the back of house jobs to make his life easier and although he has come out of his shell since taking the job on, small mistakes like this weigh heavy on his mind. Yunho's just teasing him, all three of you know that, but you worry about Mingi. You don't want this to be a unpleasant experience for him.
Yunho returns shortly after he left, taking over from Mingi and sending him on his way whilst pouring the remaining coffees for the customers the latter had began serving. The shop is empty once more, Yunho wandering over to where you're bagging more fresh cookies, making himself useful by tying the tops for you and piling them in a basket.
"I can't believe he did that, it's like that time someone asked me for a receipt and I told them you too!", you chuckle, knowing fine well you've done it yourself in the past but knowing you should, as his senior, proctect mingi a little bit. So you cut off Yunho's teasing.
"I know, I know." you start, " It's just a silly mistake but please be cautious of how these things affect Min, it's nothing to me and you but as his friend, you know he can overthink the smaller things."
Yunho nods in agreement, "yeah you're right, i'll try to rember that in the future". You offer him a small thanks before looking towards the clock.
"hey... Mingi's been gone for thirty minutes, i'm gonna go make sure he's okay. Will you be alright round here for a few?"
"Sure! I'm a pro now, don't worry about me!besides, it’s not even seven in the morning who's coming in at this hour"
You make your way round to the small staff room out back, knowing Mingi likes to stay on site during his breaks should you need him for any reason. Sure enough he's there, sat in one of the chairs with his back to you. Knocking quietly on the door, you push it open slightly, giving him time to reject your advance into the room if he needed to. He doesn't. Allowing you to sit in the chair next to him, bumping shoulders as you do. "You okay Mings?".
You don't wanna startle him, granting him the space to proceed as he needs to, if he wants to that is but he shocks you by turning abprubtly and burying himself in your neck.
It takes a moment for you to respond, arms dangling by your side awkwardly as you try to gather what's going on. You shouldn't be allowing this from a professional stand point, you are his boss after all. But Mingi is a friend. A friend that clearly needs you right now and you know Yunho would keep it on the down low for you. So you wrap your arms around him, trying to get as comfortable as you can on two seperate chairs.
Placing a small kiss to the side of his head, you opt for stroking your hand up and down the mans back hoping to settle his anxieties and lessen the noise in his head. He releases a small hum after you do, letting you know he appreciates the comfort you're offering him and so you continue, periodically pecking at his skin. Small offerings of love to his cheek, temple and shoulder.
Mingi finally raises his head after some coaxing and he's still red in the face. You don't know if it's remenants of the embarassment he's feeling or if it's the heat he's generated being tucked into your side. He places his chin on your shoulder before speaking, "do you think im embarassing?".
"No Mingi, I don't think that at all." placing your fingers on the back of his head before continuing, "it was just a little slip of the tongue, trust me, we've all done it. Even yunho." he straightens up and you offer him a wink, trying to ease the tension he's holding right now.
Mingi snorts, air releasing from his nose as holds your gaze. " Why can he forget about it and I can't though?", his eyes have gone glassy and you pout, sadness tugging at your bottom lip for him.
"I dont know Min, but I do know you're no lesser than he is because of it. Infact, don't tell him, but you're my favourite" you joke. And he laughs. Full gummy smile on show for you for the first time since Yunho began teasing him.
Suddenly Mingi shoots up at the mention of the other males name, realisation that he's currently working the shop on his own whilst your sat offering him support over something so small. In his haste to stand up, your arm still wrapped around him, Mingis shirt had risen marginally. Bare hip bone now level with your eyes.
You place a kiss to his newly uncovered skin, hand reaching up to squeeze two of his fingers as you do.
"let's get back to work shall we?" He nods, adams apple bobbing in his throat.
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Synopsis: After being snowed in from the winterstorm and your friends in neighboring cabins. What better ways to pass the time as the countdown to Christmas is near.
Pairing: Felix x GN!reader
WC: 1106
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Au/trope/genres: Fluff, smut, established relationship
Warnings: Auralism, cockwarming, pet names, I think that's it! Let me know if missed anything!
AN: Hello! I'll update everything soon as life been a bit chaotic! This is fast written so its not proofread. Banner credit to @kwanisms and divider to @cafekitsune
You woke up feeling the chill in the air, sharing the warm embrace with your fiancé, Felix. It's been months before Stray kids in general even got a break and you were happy that all the members and their loved ones got to travel out for the holidays together. All deciding to take to the cabins in the mountains, being close by if they needed anything and celebrating as a big family when Christmas would be present.
You got a text from your friend, Sapphira, that the snow is high outside and no way of getting anywhere unless they dug themselves out which isn't always advised. You sent back a Sapphire, and carefully untangled from Felix embrace covering him back up to enjoy the warm blankets checking on everything. You saw the snow outside being near halfway in the windows view with snow still falling outside. You hummed in thought going to the door, getting the knob and cautiously opening the door enough to look outside. Eyes widening at the snow being near the top of the doorway. You swallowed closing the door, locking it.
You decided to check the fireplace and examining it. Deeming it safe as far as the snow not covering it. You started the kindling and paper to set the fire to warm the house to feel cozy to the start of the day.
“Morning”
You turned with a smile seeing Felix wear one of your coats over his white shirt to stay warm. You both discussed plans, texting the others, and decided to spend the day together in various activities from cooking to playing games to pass time.
He made hot cocoa for you both to enjoy while you both cooked to eat soon. You blew on the warm drink before taking a sip, humming at the taste.
“This tastes different, but in a good way. What did you put in here?” You asked curiously.
“I adjusted it to your liking, but not too much to make it taste off or disgusting” He was careful, focused on cooking, but making sure to answer you properly.
“Thank you”
You watched him smile with some blush turning to peck your cheek then back to cooking.
“Dinner will be ready shortly if you'd like to rest on the couch” He suggested as you took it heading to the couch getting comfortable, watching the snow fall, turning on some good music to help you both for the seasons and tastes.
You finished your drink feeling the warmth seep in making you sleepy. Without realization you had fallen asleep. Felix checked on you after he called your name a few times with no answer. He smiled covering you up to make sure you were comfortable, adding more killing to the fire, and taking your cup to wash. He put food away to eat later and the rest for the gathering with your help.
You woke up a little time later, rubbing your eyes looking outside getting dark out, but at least the snow stopped. Without hesitation you reached turning on the lamp for some light added to the fireplace burning in its own fiery life.
You got up, heading into the kitchen to find Felix finding no trace, but a note.
“Left food for you to eat for the events ahead. Eat well love”
You awed excited for what awaits. You found the food sitting down to eat at the mahogany colored table. You didn't rush, but instead savored the cooking you both did with a soft smile in happiness.
After dinner, you cleaned up your mess putting the dishes away. You decided to head to the bedroom turning on the light in the hallway catching petals of red and white in front of the door, with green tassle around the doorway. You thought it was cute and to have a bonding night in the gentlest of ways as you both would when he was home. However, the closer you got the more you felt this night might be a little more different seeing the candle light in the room with velvet red coloring everything on the bed. The air felt romantic, but… you stopped holding your breath.
His figure looked ethereal, but mysterious in the candle light and moonlight shining through the windows. No shirt on and muscles glistening wet, his hair tassled from the recent shower. He looked up acknowledging you with a smile. He beckoned you to him as you followed his silent command. You stopped as he stood up holding you against him gently.
“Felix..”
“Love, I need you. Will you allow me?”
You blushed with a smile agreeing. How could you ever deny him when it's been months since you really got to do anything intimate. He slipped his sleep pants off helping you with your own as well. He lead you over getting the lube putting some on his hands. He rubbed himself with one hand, the other hand slipped inside you to prep you. Afterwards, he sat leading you down with his cock teasing your entrance, gaging your reactions. You reacted well, but he made sure you were okay before he continued pushing inside you until he was seated inside you letting you adjust. He gave a soft growl that surprised, leaning in by the shell of your ear making sure you faced him.
“My love” Felix breathed huskily with desire. “I'll make the time pass until Christmas” he added bucking into you making you gasp. It was rare he was this needy, but he was an idol with what comes natural in a relationship in love. A need and burning desire for you was ignited brightly.
You shivered in anticipation as he cupped your face with his hands locking eye contact.
“Keep your eyes on my, dove”
You nodded, a shiver shot down your spine and arms at how husky his voice dropped, loving it, while looking into his earthen pools of life. He smiled moving his cock inside slowly teasingly, leaning in and kissing you tenderly loving how his lips mold perfectly over yours. He flips positions helping you move back onto the pillow as he stayed inside you. He reached over getting a blanket covering you both since there was a chill in the air of the room. He started moving inside you, arms on each side of your head picking up speed, leaning down above your face inches apart.
“It's going to be a long night” He whispered with a growl picking up his pace to see the reactions of yours. He was right, you were in for a long night into the holiday cheer.
a/n : i literally thought of this when i saw yeosang performing with nae99z
It wasn't news to anyone when Yeosang said he tend to let his mind wonder like an untethered balloon. But what people find curious is the actual thought that goes in his head. Either he would just say 'things' or he would ask people back what they think he's thinking about and he would neither deny or confirm. For example, people tend to guess that Yeosang was thinking about games or technology or maybe even a movie which was not wrong but those thoughts only occupied 20% of his mind.
The rest of 80% was you.
Days on end, Yeosang thought about the fact that you two were together and it would just make him feel stupid because his stomach's all fluttery and his brain goes fuzzy. He couldn't control his face whenever you're around and he pried himself as a man of composure but of course that notion goes out the window as quickly as it flew in.
Every morning, whenever he got a text from you, he'd curl up into a ball in his bed and use all his might to not scream at how much he felt he was loved. Every time he sees you, he just wanna run up to you and hug you and it would sometimes be because he felt safe in your arms but more often than not, it was because when you two were joined, he felt as if he was whole.
But the best of all, was when you're both in close proximity and you looked up to him. You could be just sitting down or crouching to get a pan from his kitchen because you wanted to cook him (and his roommate Yunho by extension) something, and then you looked up at him. That moment was dangerous because Yeosang could feel his brain short-circuit and his face grew red like a lobster. Every time that happened, Yeosang had to excuse himself to calm his beating heart that beat so hard it could break his ribcage. Not to mention the stupid smile that he tried so hard to suppress because he knew that once he let himself smile around you, he'd be stuck like that for the next hour.
You noticed how sometimes when he looked at you, he had to turn his head to the side and covered his mouth with his hand as if to prevent you from seeing him but of course you did. How could you not? And why would you allow yourself to not see his beautiful smile? The smile that got you to put aside the fact that he's a clumsy idiot. A clumsy, yet very pretty idiot that you just love with all your might.
The way you both were so in love with each other is the reason why nobody wanted you two around because it's both sickening and infuriating how you two riled each other up. But it is entertaining seeing Yeosang lose his marbles and act like a bull in china shop, bumping into people as he tried to not let his overwhelming love for you to take over his body entirely.
Good thing he looked cute doing it so people can't really blame you when start doing things intentionally.
Summary: Telling your parents you had a boyfriend always kept them off your back about settling down. Now that they're coming up for Christmas your lie is about to be exposed. Luckily, Fate takes pity on you and has you running into a cute barista who captures your heart.
“Yes, Mom, I'm doing fine.” You sighed into the phone, rolling your eyes at her ill-founded concern.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me young lady.” Your mother scolded. “I’m just looking out for your wellbeing.”
“I know Mom, I know.” You admitted grudgingly. “Anyway, before you ask, my studies are going fine as well.”
“Good! Just remember, if at any point you want to change your major, you can go to your father’s friend Mr. Kim.”
“I’ll keep it in mind.” You said, knowing full well that you never would.
Just then your roommate Karina poked her head in and eyed you expectantly. You nodded in acknowledgement and began to end the call with your mother.
“I gotta go now Mom.”
“Okay sweetie. I’ll call back soon, I want to hear more about this new boyfriend of yours!”
Once you hung up, Karina stepped into your room.
“Still stalling her with the new boyfriend bit?” She inquired.
You nodded. “They haven’t questioned it so far.”
“Are they still planning to come up for Christmas?”
“Yeah, unfortunately.”
“So you have until then to find a guy?”
You frowned. “It’s either that or admit I’ve been lying, and that will not go over well.”
“Well, I wish you luck.” She said warmly. “I’m getting ready to head back home, you sure you’ll be alright staying here by yourself?”
“I’ll be fine Rina.” You say with a grin. “I can take care of myself.”
“Of that, I have no doubt.” Karina teased.
You laughed and chucked a pillow at her. “You better get going before your mom assumes you missing and calls the army.”
“Okay, Y/N! See you next year!”
After Karina left you fell into the same routine you always did, spending most of the day in the dorm room except for the few times you went outside to get coffee or takeout. A few weeks passed, and then came the dreaded call from your mother, announcing that she and your father would be coming up soon to spend Christmas with you.
Panic began to set in, and as you walked to the corner coffee shop one morning you wondered if you should maybe download Tinder or some other dating app. You were so lost in thought you failed to see the figure right in front of you until it was too late and you found yourself tumbling to the concrete, limbs tangled with those of whoever you had crashed into.
Looking up, you found yourself inches away from the most gorgeous man you'd ever seen. Eyes wide, the two of you just stared at each other for several moments until he finally snapped out of his daze and stood, brushing himself off before offering his hand. You took it and he gently pulled you to your feet.
“I am so, so sorry “ He began, remorse clear on his face. “I have a terrible habit of not watching where I'm going.”
You smiled comfortingly. “No, no, the fault is mine. My mind was elsewhere and I didn't even see you until we collided. It's me who should be apologising.”
He chuckled lightly. “Alright then. I happen to work at a coffee shop nearby, can I at least buy you a coffee or something to make it up to you?”
You needed no hesitation to answer his question. “You had me at coffee! I was heading to my favourite coffee shop anyway.”
“Perfect!” He exclaimed, smiling so widely his eyes disappeared.
“My name's Han Jisung, by the way. Most people just call me Han because they know at least one other Jisung.”
You grinned. “I'm Park Y/N and I happen to fall into that category as well! Nice to meet you, Han.”
As you walked you fell into a comfortable conversation with Han. He was easy to talk to, listening intently while also inserting little jokes and puns at the most opportune moments. Before you knew it the two of you were standing in front of the very coffee shop you’d been heading to before you ran into Han.
You were surprised, sure that you would have remembered seeing him there before. “You work here?!” You exclaimed. “I come here all the time, how come I’ve never seen you before?”
Han grinned. “I’ve only been here about a week, I’m kinda new in town.”
You nodded understandingly. “Ah, that would explain it.”
Han opened the door for you, making you blush a bit as you walked in. You’d been here enough times that you knew all the staff by name and considered them friends, so you received several greetings as Han stepped in behind you.
“Hey Han, you’re a bit early today.” Felix called out, blond hair in its usual ponytail.
“Yeah, me and Y/N here had a bit of a collision so I said I’d buy her a coffee to make up for it.”
Minho smirked mischievously. “Well I’m surprised she didn’t kiss you for that, Y/N-ah really loves her coffee.”
You glared at the brunette playfully. “Ha, ha. Very funny, Min.”
“I thought it was quite funny.” Black-haired Hyunjin quipped as he walked by.
You stuck your tongue out at him and he returned the gesture, stopping only when Jeongin started to complain about how grossed-out he was.
After ordering your coffee you sat down in a corner booth, watching fondly as they all teased poor Han about being perfect “boyfriend material” for you. Once they’d left him alone he came to join you, conversation picking right back up like nothing had ever happened.
Students and other people came in and out, oblivious as you talked with Han until his shift started. By the time you decided you should leave, the sun was already starting to set. You gaped at the time on your phone, shocked that you’d been out all day. Gathering your things you bid farewell to Han and your friends, and hurried back to your dorm.
Once back inside, you pondered your encounter with Han. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him extremely good-looking, and you were secretly hoping he’d feel the same. You’d never really believed in love at first sight, but there was no denying the instant attraction you felt when you made eye contact with him. It was worth pursuing at least, especially with your parents’ visit looming ever closer.
By the end of the following week you had exchanged numbers with Han, and hope was growing within you that maybe he felt something for you too. Having a boyfriend in time for your parents’ arrival was the last thought on your mind now, 90% of your brain was taken up with Han and how you felt about him.
One day you woke up feeling rather bold, and decided to just get it over with. Shooting him a quick text revealed he was free, and so you asked him to meet you at the wishing fountain near the coffee shop. He arrived there mere seconds after you did, curiosity written all over his face.
“Hey Y/N! Your text seemed kind of urgent, is everything okay?”
You nodded briefly. “Yeah, mostly. However, there is something I wanted to ask you.”
“Oh? Ask away then.”
Taking a deep breath, you blurted it out before you lost your nerve. “I really like you and I was wondering if it was at all possible that you like me too.”
Something akin to relief flashed across Han’s features, then he took your hands in his and held them tight. “I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask you this very same question, but it seems you’ve beaten me to it.” Looking you right in the eyes he added, “Yes, I like you Y/N; so, so much. From the very moment we ran into each other you have been almost the only thing I’ve thought about.”
You blushed, feeling suddenly like a teenager speaking with her crush. “I’ve been the same way.” You admitted, which made Han smile brightly.
Leaning forward a little you caught his eyes and asked softly, “Can you kiss me?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He remarked cheekily.
You smacked his arm playfully and he chuckled, pulling you close and covered your lips with his own. Fireworks exploded behind your closed eyes as your heart rate picked up, and you gripped his shoulders in an effort to ground yourself.
You parted after a moment, both of you breathing a little harder.
“That was…breathtaking.” Han murmured, hands coming up to gently cup your face.
“You took the words right out of my mouth.” You replied with a smile.
After that the rest of the week became a bit of a blur, most of your time spent either with Han or packing for the trip to the family cabin where you’d spend Christmas with your parents. You’d expected Han to go back and spend the holidays with his own family, but he insisted they wouldn’t mind if he went with you this time. So you soon found yourself driving those all-too-familiar roads while Han sat in the passenger seat and kept you company.
Upon arriving at the family cabin, you were surprised to find that your parents weren’t already there. Usually they would get there early to make sure the place was nice and cosy by the time you arrived, but this time they were nowhere in sight. Once you and Han carried all the luggage in you checked the answering machine to see if your parents had left a message. They had, and you played it immediately.
“Y/N sweetie, it’s your mother. We had a bit of an accident on the way here so we’re laid over for a few days until we can get the car repaired. Don’t worry about us, we’re both fine. You just have fun with your boyfriend and we’ll see you in a couple days!”
You turned off the machine and looked at Han. “Well, looks like we have the place to ourselves for a few days. What should we do?”
Han thought for a few minutes, then said “I have a few ideas, but they’ll all have to wait until the morning.”
You glanced at the time. “It is pretty late, I’ll fix us something for dinner and we can start our adventure in the morning.”
Han agreed to this and you set about fixing a quick meal of bibimbap, which he declared was the best he’d ever had. The two of you washed the dishes together, then retired to your room, where you unpacked and got ready for bed.
When you woke up in the morning it was freezing. Confused and more than a little concerned, you woke Han and together you made your way to the living room to look out the big picture window. To your utter chagrin, you saw that there’d been a massive snowstorm overnight and there was a thick layer of the stuff that reached halfway up said window.
“Seems we’re snowed in for the foreseeable future.” You grumbled, rubbing your arms vigorously to keep them warm.
“Hey, it’s not all bad.” Han stated as he came up behind you, engulfing you in his warmth as he wrapped his arms around you. “I can think of a few things we can still do.”
You looked up at him, curious. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Like…make breakfast together.”
You giggled and let him pull you towards the kitchen. “That sounds like a good place to start.”
Han, as it turned out, should not be allowed anywhere near a kitchen; a fact you only discovered after he put too much molasses in the cookies, dropped the jar trying to put some back, slipped on the sticky floor and pulled you down with him as the bowl of dry ingredients was dumped all over the both of you.
Sitting on the floor covered in multiple white powders with several sticky patches all over, you turned to a sheepish Han and gave him a playful glare. “You are banished forthwith from the kitchen, under pain of death.”
Han rubbed his neck, embarrassed. Then a look full of mischief came onto his face and he yanked his shirt off in one smooth motion, reaching over to do the same with yours. Before you could react or even open your mouth to complain, he had snatched you up and tossed you over his shoulder, all but running to your shared bedroom. You were dumped unceremoniously onto the slightly cool duvet, goosebumps popping up all over your skin at the contrast in temperature.
Looking up revealed Han hovering over you, eyes dark as he gazed down at you. A shock of arousal raced to your core, and you returned his gaze with rapidly growing want while quickly shucking off your sweatpants.
“You look so pretty laid out like this, baby.” He rasped, running his hands over the blue lace of your bra and panties.
“Wore them just for you.” You breathed, feeling your body heat up even more as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of your panties. “They’re an early C-Christmas present.”
“How thoughtful of you, baby. Now you just lay back and let me unwrap my present.”
The panties came off in one swift yank; then he hooked your legs over his shoulders and slid his tongue into your wet folds, eating you out like a man starved.
“Oh G-God, feels s-so good Han, please don't stop!”
His nose pressed against your clit as he continued his ministrations, bringing you to the edge three or four times but never letting you cum.
You were an overstimulated mess by this point, pitifully begging for your orgasm as if your life depended on it.
“Look at you baby, already going dumb and I haven't even fucked you yet. If you hold it till I finish, then I'll let you cum. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, I can do it, I promise. Just please, please fuck me!” You babbled, mind blank aside from the overwhelming need for release.
“As you wish, my love.” He replied, making short work of his own pants and underwear before hovering over you once more, filling you to the hilt in one quick thrust that punched a sob of pure pleasure from your lungs, fingers wrapping the duvet in a death grip as you fought to hold back your orgasm.
Han set a rough pace, pounding into you with an urgency that belied his own imminent high. The sounds of squelching and slapping skin filled the room, the air permeated with the smell of sex and sweat. It made for a heady mixture of sensations that had your eyes rolling back as his thrusts grew faster, until finally he slammed into you one final time. Lips brushed your ear as he spoke the words you'd been waiting for: “Come for me baby.”
You let go, the world washing white as your limbs went stiff and liquid bliss flooded your veins, a hoarse scream ripping from your throat as your climax crashed over you. After a few moments that felt like forever, you began to come down, the white quickly replaced with black as you fully passed out.
You came to and found Han cleaning both of you as well as the duvet, a relieved smile appearing when he saw that you were awake. “Hey baby.” He murmured, kissing your forehead. “How do you feel?”
“Like I've been fucked into next year.” You whispered, voice almost completely gone. Han chuckled and pulled you under the duvet with him, wrapping around you to help keep you warm.
“Merry Christmas, my sweet Y/N.” He breathed, caressing your cheek.
where love and peace is held, i never expected for this to happen. i planned and i planned, i expected, and i hoped, but it was never you. you held what i wanted hostage to make room for you, the thing that i needed but has no means of acceptance. deny me, live your best life.
Genre: Mafia!au with SMUT, MDNI! Pairing: Mafia!Choi Jongho x GN!Reader Word Count: 1,519. (I think) Warnings: gun violence(not detailed, kinda brief), general mafia business I guess?? mentions of not being able to leave Jongho, He takes a bullet meant for you, reader passes out from adrenaline, clothed masturbation on Jonghos part, he's kinda cocky<3 jongho using a fleshlighttttt, voyeurism oop, helping him use the toy:(, eye contaccccct.
Synopsis: Jongho gets injured in what should be a simple job, you just want to check in on him.
A/N: Inspired by @yourfatherlucifer's fic comatose! thank you for the inspo,, mafia!Jongho is so yummy. Also inspired by the film Free Fire! Pls forgive any mistakes it’s late🤧
You're not entirely sure how long you've been lay on the dingy floor of this godforsaken building. It was supposed to be a simple handover, day to day business for those in the mafia. And yet here you are, caught in the midst of a ridiculous amount of bullets from all sides in the basement of some abandonded building.
You knew getting involved with Choi Jongho meant trouble, you'd been warned. Warned by every one around him, even the man himself but you couldn't bring yourself to tear yourself away from this life. Couldn't even if you wanted to, being associated with a high ranking memeber of the mafia meant one thing and one thing only; you would no longer be safe for as long as you lived. In a funny turn of events you're safer in your current state, lay on the floor getting shot at, than you are trying to go solo with his name attached to your own.
A bullet narrowly misses your upper arm, bringing you back to the reality of the situation at hand.
A lack of communication from both sides has drastically amped up the tension between the two groups of men and although both have tried to offer outcomes they deem fair, the distrust between everyone has already concreted itself in truth.
You have no idea who shot first, having little time to ponder the idea when Jongho's strong hand landed on your back with a definite thud and urged you to drop to the floor, sending panic through your veins. One look toward him tells you all you need to know about the man. Hair and suit still in pristine condition despite moving hurridly to get to you. Eyes steady and calm, much like the hand grasped around his handgun, finger ready on the trigger.
The atmosphere that has built up is far too much to handle. It's hard to tell through the noise and dust being kicked up who's a friend and who is a foe and so you figure that, although Jongho is mostly likely the biggest target of the bunch right now, you have no intentions of letting him out of your sight. You rely on him to be the pillar of the group in these situations, for both you and his boys.
And then you see it, almost in slow motion. A single bullet heading right for you and the shock renders you still, unable to do anything that will get you out of harms way.
Luckily for you, Jongho has a keen eye and hadn't thought twice about raising from his concealed spot beside you to cover the short amount of ground and shove you once more. Rolling over to face the ceiling, you briefly see him and he's the most dishevelled you've ever seen him. Hair tousled, suit ruined and a rip straight through his bicep where the bullet meant for you had gotten him instead. Trying to call out his name, all you can manage is a broken "Jong-" before you pass out, adrenaline wearing off and fatigue settling in its place.
When you finally come round from your slumber, you're in familiar surroundings having stayed in the guest room of the mansion in which Jongho's group resides before. Clean white sheets have been tightly tucked around your body and one quick movement of you leg alerts you to the fact you are no long wearing the pantsuit you had been, now clad in loose shorts and a t-shirt. You shudder at the thought of someone seeing you in such a state knowing fine well you we're in no mind to take care of yourself to this degree. Dread quickly disappating knowning Jongho would lay his life down for you to be treat like royalty.
You gasp, flying into an upright position. The last thing you remember was Jongho being wounded and now your mind wouldn't settle until you knew if he made it out of there with you, in one piece.
Kicking the sheets from your lower half and clambering from the four poster bed, you make a dash for the door and out into the hallway. You run passed what feels like one hundred men, each one looking at you like you had gone insane, and to be fair to them you probably looked like you had. Certainly felt like you might. Stopping before a familiar face, you can barely get your sentence out through laboured breathes. "woah woah woah slow down speedy" he jabs at you, "Jongho's fine, he got shot in the arm. Probably gonna be out of action for a few weeks, doc says the muscle needs to heal."
"Where is he?"
"Resting in his private wing, told us he didn't wanna be disturbed by anyone", he looks you up and down before adding " you're not just anyone though, I don't think he'd mind". He sends you on your way with a playfull wink.
Deciding to take a quick detour to gather your nerves and at the very least brush your teeth, you stop off at one of the many bathrooms within the grand house Jongho calls home. You would have had a shower and changed out of whoevers clothes you're wearing but you've already sprint, quite frankly, a ridiculous distance to get to where you are and holding back on seeing him is out of the question. Spitting the remenants of the toothpaste into the sink and running a hand through your hair before leaving for the hallway in a much slower manner now.
Upon making it to the master bedroom of the wing, one you can only imagine belongs to Jongho and Jongho alone, your ears are met with strained grunts.
Fearing his arm may be causing him some pain and knowing he's too proud to ask for help, you don't think twice about bursting through the door, shouting his name as you do so. What welcomes you on the other side is something no amount of preparation could have prepared you for.
Choi Jongho is stood there in all his glory, shirt unbuttoned and hanging loose on his shoulders, belt slackened to allow his pants to be popped open. Fist clamped so tightly round his own dick his knuckles are turning white.
Your jaw almost meets your feet, but as always he seems unphased. "You’re gonna catch flies with your mouth open like that.", he lets out, as though you haven't just waltzed in on him in such a situation. "Can you atleast shut the door?". Nodding with a quiet hum of approval you step forward to close the door behind you, eyes never once leaving his groin.
Blinking away some of the fogginess in your eyes, you’re struck with the realisation of what you are looking at. Jongho isn't getting himself off with a simple handjob, oh no. He's balls deep in a flesh light.
He pays you almost no mind as he picks up where he left off. Air hissing through his teeth as he continues thrusting at a steady pace. You can tell now with the full visual why he was grunting so much, not only is the toy suctioned round him so tight but the bullet hit his dominant arm. The arm he’s using to pump himself, the motions of his wrist rippling up his entire arm and causing an ache to settle in.
You can tell he's working hard for this orgasm. Sweat beginning to trickle down the length of his jaw and run the river through the centre of his chest.
You want to help, want to offer him something but you have no idea what it is he needs. Does he want you to touch him? does he want you to be dominant in your tone? take on a sub role? You have no idea. And so you do the next best thing you can think of, manouvering yourself so you’re in his eyeline and reclining on the sofa below him.
You spread your legs slightly, allowing your shirt to ride up and reveal your midriff.
"hngh-, I knew it was a good idea to put my shirt on you". His hips speed up with the added stimulation of your visuals. "Dressed you all by myself y'know, you’re real pretty under those clothes,-ah". There's less rhythm to his hips now and your skin is on fire, pulse heavy over your entire body.
One of your hands travels further up your chest, hidden from view by his shirt and forcing him to use his imagination just that little bit. The other however, reaches forward to lightly run your nails across his thigh. Jongho splutters out a moan at the contact, hand becoming completely erractic in his attempts to finish himself off.
You look up at his face, wrapping one of your hands around his own to aid him in his efforts and ease the load on his wound. Looking up at him with doe eyes and an innocent smile, Jongho cums while maintaining eye contact, biting his lips in an effort to lower his volume.
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Au/trope/genre: Established relationship, smut, fluff
summary: On vacation on the holidays, a break from all the busy times have left you under the weather. What better way to warm you up and get better with your brightest star in your heart
warnings: pet names, soft dom Woo, sub reader, MDNI, I think that's it
AN: This is a bit late, BUT not too late! This is raw and unedited so let me know what you think! The moodboard banner was created by @kwanisms and banner below is by @cafekitsune Thank you both!!
The holidays were always a busy time of the year. Especially for your lovely boyfriend, Wooyoung and yourself with the schedules. The group finally got a break. Either heading home or spending time with friends or loved ones. Wooyoung decided to surprise you with a trip to the mountains in Canada to a stargazing cabin in the mountains for a week before Christmas to fly back to spend time with his family with you.
You had fallen ill with a cold, but insisting to travel so it wasn't a loss. Spending the first couple of days resting as he took care of you. Gazing up at the stars and moonlight always before falling asleep. You waking up next to Wooyoung was always a highlight to this trip.
This morning however you found the side of the bed he slept on empty. You groaned sitting up with a slight lingering cough. Thankful for the medication you brought along with Wooyoung carefully crafted teas and drinks you always loved when you felt down.
You pulled the blankets back off of you, moving to plant your feet onto the ground before standing to go find Wooyoung. Searching the whole cabin, finding no sign of him until you found a note.
“Be back soon, my love. I left your favorite drink to be warmed”
You smiled, looking outside to see the vehicle that was rented gone. Seeing the warm mug with the freshly brewed drink, you poured a cup, blowing softly to cool the contents before taking a sip. You moved from the kitchen to the living room seeing the fireplace burning, keeping the cabin warm and comfortable.
An engine sounded outside a few minutes later, making you turn to look seeing the truck that you taught Wooyoung how to drive in since he wasn't used to it especially with chains on the tires.
Wooyoung gets out and heads inside the cabin,with some flakes of snow sticking to his hair and coat, bags in hand. He closed the door with his hip afterwards setting the bags on the island. Your turn came to lock the door and come over to hug his side with a smile.
“What do you have here?” You questioned curiously.
“I got” He starts pulling out things that were needed “medicine, things for ice and snow for the truck, tissues, and groceries” he added with everything out of the bags putting them away.
You hummed putting the mug down to help put away everything noticing a bag forgotten on the island.
“Woo, what is this?” You questioned then stopped realizing what it could be. Taking the bag off you realized it was ribbon, but wracking your brain for what it could be.
Wooyoung heard you, coming over with an ah knowing already of his thoughts for tonight.
“How well do you feel?” He asked awaiting your answer.
“I have a lingering cough, but that's it. The drink has been helpful since I haven't coughed since I drunk some of it” You answered truthfully to him, now curious of the reasons.
“That's good” he started getting the box of ribbon you pulled out of the bag in your favorite color. “I want to do something special tonight and waited until you felt better. Are you up for that?”
“Of course, Woo”
He smiled kissing your cheek, opening the box. “I'll take the lead tonight” He looked up at you with his hair pulled back in a ponytail with a few loose strands with a smirk. He cut the ribbon coming over tying it into a bow to the side of your neck. “Get undressed and I'll meet you in a few minutes” He whispered by the shell of your ear, dripping with seduction.
You shivered and nodded heading to the bedroom doing as told for tonight. You looked up then out the window outside seeing the sun almost gone for the day wondering what he had in mind, feeling the warmth from the drink early and from the fireplace.
“You ready, love?” The voice startled you as you turned swiftly, calming your racing heart as you gave a nod. He smirked seeing how he scared you coming into the room feeling your head and neck. You backed up, your leg hitting the side of the bed curious on what he had planned next.
He moved closer pushing you softly onto the bed. “Be good and I'll make the night much more fun~”
Another ribbon in his fist as he moved it, caressing your cheek as a signal. You closed your eyes feeling the ribbon being tied around your eyes making sure he didn't tie it tight or tangle within your hair guiding you to lay down. “Are you okay with this?” He questioned to make sure this was consensual with you nodding.
“Words love”
“Yes”
“That's my baby” He chuckled softly moving onto the bed guiding you to lay back for him making sure you were comfortable. He hooked your undergarments pulling them down seeing your body respond for him. He pulled them off tossing them somewhere in the room. He got the lube getting some on his fingers before he teased your entrance making you jump at the feeling.
“Relax, I'll be gentle on you”
You tried your best to relax as he went in and out of you slowly helping the best he could. When you did relax and started to moan he picked up his pace, massaging your nerves with his thumb as he continued moving faster to hear your pretty noises. With his free hand he untied the ribbon blindfold that he had put on you earlier, letting it fall. You opened your eyes afterwards in awe seeing both the moon and clouds that had snow falling shining on Wooyoung, making him have a angelic glow over him. It was even brighter under the stars that shone, but in your mind he was the angelic star that shone most of all.
You gasped out, arching your back not even keeping up with your hazy mind on Wooyoung who was making you feel good and taking it easy after you've been sick. You smiled in bliss as he leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours.
“You did well darling, now we can have real fun” He whispered, kissing your lips with needy passion, his hand starting to go in motion slowly knowing you'd be in for a long night ahead.
where love and peace is held, i never expected for this to happen. i planned and i planned, i expected, and i hoped, but it was never you. you held what i wanted hostage to make room for you, the thing that i needed but has no means of acceptance. deny me, live your best life.
The people who woukd usually greet and talk to you seem to avoid you because you looked like you didn't want to be bothered. If the look on your face didn't give it away, your hastened pace and rigid body language absolutely did.
See, you weren't having a bad day. You were actually on the verge of an emotional breakdown. It all started about a week ago when your group of friends talked about going for a night out, bar hopping or clubbing or something and they talked over you completely. One person actually had the decency to ask your opinion directly while the others only said things like 'oh she wouldn't like that' 'that's so not (y/n)' 'she'd just be in the corner being a bummer' and more. While you do realize they were just joking around and trying to be funny, it hurt you that they'd just talk FOR you. Sure, you really didn't like their plans but it HAD been a while since all of you met up and hung out.
So imagine your surprise to see your friends posting a picture of their drinks on their social media accounts.
You stood frozen in the middle of the grocery store when you saw one of their Instagram stories and you even had to sit in a corner as you scroll through your group chat that had been practically dead for 2 days, wanting to see if you missed any updates because as far as you know, they were only talking about a plan and not making actual plans. Now you know why those bitches were so fucking silent.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't 703," Wooyoung called, snickering to himself as he sidled up next to you who was waiting for the elevator. Usually, you wouldn't mind the younger guy because you had been used to his voice. How can you not? The first day you saw him was when he moved in for college. You had just finished your first week of internship and he had accidentally bumped into you. Literally, he dropped a thermos on your foot which prompted you to cry in front of a very confused and panicked 17 year old Wooyoung. Though he was unsure, he sat his boxes aside and just sat there while listening to you rant about how he shouldn't grow up, get out of college, and just go back to his parents' house because working and being independent was so overrated. Rather than focusing on how you were spewing your guts to a complete stranger, Wooyoung was more focused on why a 20 year old sounded like she had gone through 4 divorces and a public scandal.
It was odd how you were able to be vulnerable with him and it was even more odd to find him in front of your door that night with two packs of ramyeon and a huge grin on his face. He confessed he had bothered approximately every apartment on floors 1-6 and half of floor 7 looking for you because he wanted to make sure you were okay. You should've been embarrassed that a guy who's practically a child had to come and comfort you but you didn't. He made you feel comfortable.
Unlike now.
"Go away Wooyoung, I'm not in the mood," you sighed, shifting the grocery bags in your hands slightly. Wooyoung didn't listen, however, instead, he leaned his shoulder on the wall and ducked his head to meet your eyes which you avoided, "I thought you would've been busy with your friends tonight or something. I had to rethink of a new plan to make a move on you!" He teased.
The mention of your friends and hanging out, your blood boiled and your grip on the grocery bags tightened. "Wooyoung," you warned, jaw tightening as you felt your eyeballs burn. "I'm just saying, I thought my sexy little noona would've been out and about," he grinned innocently (despite the words he used).
You dropped your grocery bags and turned around, making way to the stairs. "Whoah, wait!" Wooyoung grabbed your hand and turned you around, "What's wrong?" He said with furrowed eyebrows, genuinely confused as to why you acted that way. He was even more confused when you yanked your hand off his grip and saw tears welling in your eyes.
"You can seriously shove whatever it is you think of me down your throat, Wooyoung," was all you said before you trodded upstairs to your floor.
It was a mistake for you to do that because once you finally made it, you were panting and the blurriness in your eyes was not only caused by your tears but also from the exercise. So you weren't sure if the sight of Wooyoung in front of your apartment was real or a hallucination. He even had your groceries in his hands.
"Go home, Woo," you sighed, sniffling as you fumble for your keys in your bag. This time he wasn't as vocal, only shrugging until you opened your door and slipped in together with you despite your clear expression of annoyance but you still let him in. You both were silent as you removed your shoes and settled your things, Wooyoung helping put things away which was how he noticed you buying your favourite cereal and milk, a comfort "dinner" for whenever you felt like your life was on the verge of tipping into pure chaos and you just don't have any time and energy to give a fuck about crap like dinner. "I'm not going to entertain you, Woo," you stated, voice cracking slightly as tears welled up in your eyes again all the while you tried to busy yourself by putting things away.
You hadn't noticed it initially but when you turned to kick him out again, you saw him with a bowl of your cereal and a soft smile on his face. "If what you need is me out, then I will go but not until I see you eat," he stated, putting the bowl on your counter and sauntering over to pull you so he could sit you down to eat.
In your head, you knew how ashamed you were for needing Wooyoung who's around 3 years younger than you to take care of you. But it felt nice to be tended to for once. Amongst your friends who were around the same age as or older than you, you were always expected to keep things together because they don't really have the time or energy to deal with what they labelled as "personal bullshit". Or maybe they're just a bunch of bitches dressed in fake prada and cheap jewellery that were slowly turning green with each wear. Wooyoung had once expressed how he doesn't like your friends because of what they were saying about you to your face even in front of him who was a stranger to them but they didn't seem to care. Heck, they seem to enjoy being annoying, catty bitches.
Thinking that you weren't going to eat in front of him, Wooyoung smiled and squeezed your hand once before turning to leave but this time, you stopped him. You grabbed him by the arm and with quivering lips, you looked up at him, "D-do you think y-you can accompany me eat on the couch? I-I think I'm gonna need company," you asked.
Without hesitation, Wooyoung nodded and pulled you into a gentle and warm hug. "Can this 'company' include watching A Man Called Otto? Because San watched it without me and he cried so I wanted to know if the movie was really THAT sad or if he was just being a bitch," he pulled away just as he heard you chuckling and felt you nodding, "Only if you have a bowl of cereal with me."
As you watched Wooyoung busy himself with getting his own bowl of cereal and making both of you comfortable on your couch, you realized that it was stupid of you to have been upset to be left behind by your supposed friends. Sure, it sucks to be singled out and heard how your friends make you sound so lame. But honestly? Being in your own home with Wooyoung loudly commenting about the movies as you spoon cereal and milk into your mouth, you wouldn't have it any other way.
where love and peace is held, i never expected for this to happen. i planned and i planned, i expected, and i hoped, but it was never you. you held what i wanted hostage to make room for you, the thing that i needed but has no means of acceptance. deny me, live your best life.
Genre: basically porn without plot, MDNI! Pairing: Sub!Seo Changbin x Dom!Reader. (tried to make sure it’s neutral but I may have slipped up in places) Word Count: 894. Warnings: Blindfolds, Binnies bound to the bed:o, taunting, vibrator used on both him and you, thigh riding, ruined/denied orgasm, getting yourself off while cockwarming, getting him off while cockwarming, pet names (reader calls Changbin good boy once).
synopsis: you decide to have a little fun with sub!Binnie.
a/n: i wrote it anyway lmaooooo, brainworms ey🤷🏻♀️
Changbin jumps ever so slightly when he hears the unexpected noise, senses heightned by his current lack of vision. You've got him stripped bare with a blindfold secured around his head and he's not entirely sure how, when or why he agreed to letting you take the lead. Thick legs and arms bound to each corner of the bed. But he'd be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the thrill of it all. A laugh leaving you as you taunt him.
"what? Nervous Binnie?" you pout at him in fake empathy eventhough he can't see you. He can hear it in the attitude that coats your voice though and he mewls in response. "You recognise the sound right? You know what this is?" He's swiftly made aware of how close you are to him when you straddle his thigh, the warm heat of your unclothed middle making contact with his bare skin. He shudders as he agrees with you in broken mumbles.
You haven’t even touched him yet but the authoritive tone in your voice has him dribbling from both his mouth and cock.
"What do you want Changbin? Want me to use my vibrator on you?hmm, is that it?". He groans at you using his name in full like this, so used to a cute nickname falling from your lips. "P-Please, oh god please." You snort slightly and he feels his skin begin to get red in embarassment. A hot flush rising from his chest up to his ears.
You smile before bending down to place a quick kiss to his cheek, a reminder that although this is a new experince for the pair of you, he is ultimately still in charge of whether he goes through with this or not. "okay”, you whisper into his ear and he tries to chase your lips when you retreat, straightening yourself back up.
Deciding to take it easy on him, you lower the intensity before running it lightly up the underside of his shaft. He twitches at the contact, taking in a sharp breath that whistles through his teeth. "How does that feel?" you question with a lilt in your voice. You can tell he’s trying to swallow through a dry mouth to answer but his salavias getting caught in the back of his throat and all he can manange is a high pitched "hmphh".
"Yeah? Feels that good? You're not usually this quiet". Continuing the slow assault on him, you press the button twice to enhance the frequency of the vibrations and begin rocking yourself back and forth along the meat of his thigh. Changbin looks boderline insane right now. Hands clenching repeatedly and head shaking from side to side like a man being tortured. You can tell he wants more, needs that little bit extra but you're enjoying watching him fall apart too much to speed the process along.
"I'm gon- gonna-" and you pull the vibrator away from him completely making him choke out a cry of frustration.
You almost feel bad, cupping his cheek before offering him some comfort. "shh Bin, we can do better than that right?". Removing the device momentarily to reposition youself, his head moving with you to try and guess where this is going. There’s a cold rush of air between your legs as you rise. It’s almost too much and so you quickly refind his warmth by sinking down on him in one go, both of you murming breathy pleasures at the feeling of you wrapping around him.
You give a few experimental rolls of your hips before leaning back to place your weight on the one hand that’s grasping at his leg tightly and take your vibrator in the other hand once more. You hault your movements entirely, receiving a disgruntled whine from Changbin once again. You open your mouth to reprimand him before realising you have a better alternative in your hand right now.
Bringing it to rest on your own sex, you snicker as your unexpected clenching makes Changbin attempt to thrust upwards. A futile effort in his currrent state but an attempt none the less. You countine to sit stationary, bringing yourself closer to orgasm on his lap while he receives little to no stimulation. It doesn't take long. You realease with a with a long growl through clenched teeth, gently rolling your hips to feel the last ebbs of pleasure.
Changbin feels like you may be cruel enough to leave him unattended right now but he’s proven wrong when you reach behind yourself to place the toy against him, using the blankets to angle it just right. Pressing on his balls and freeing both your hands. Effectively cockwarming him now, you lean forward to take both his hands within your own and begin kissing down his neck, whispering praises in his ear. "Good boy Changbin, don't move". He can't believe you’re both gonna reach your ends and he hasn't so much as tried to give you one lackluster jolt of his hips.
Between the intimacy of you holding his hands and the unrelenting buzz between his legs, Changbin has no hope of prolonging his end. It’s cut even shorter when you utter his favourite name loud and clear in his ear and so he doesn't bother trying. Adding to the slick mess you already created with an animalistic snarl of his own.
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where love and peace is held, i never expected for this to happen. i planned and i planned, i expected, and i hoped, but it was never you. you held what i wanted hostage to make room for you, the thing that i needed but has no means of acceptance. deny me, live your best life.
