a/n: omgggg look at me back at the texts :3 been awhile. happy almost one year to me taking my tumblr account seriously 🫶 this year i’m going to try new layouts too
warnings- jealousy, lil possessiveness, i made it specifically so it wasn’t toxic tho, bc that’s scary af (some of them are a lil intense tho i think idk im traumatized and don’t understand normal relationships), cursing
genre. social media au, fluff, crack, slice of life, non idol!au, coworkers to lovers
summary. your store manager is kinda goofy, kinda silly, kinda stupid in the way that he’s downright obvious about his massive crush on you. however, you’re dense and everything flies over your head—even when your coworkers get involved.
warnings. cursing, kys/kms jokes, sexual jokes, bodily fluids mentions, threats of harm/violence, ignore timestamps, my attempt at humour, english is not my first language, this takes place in canada (!!)
featuring. enhypen, txt yeonjun + soobin, &team, ive jang wonyoung + an yujin
author’s notes. hi. this is my second smau and a recreation of my all time favourite smau and the smau that got me into writing in the first place!! shoutout to tumblr user yuitaru rina for writing cool it! and allowing me to recreate cool it! for enha 😍😍 i swear i will do it justice 😁😁
profiles. ONE / TWO
chapters.
one. no lovebirds aloud
two. what if i told you i’m still a minor
three. exponentially pathetic
four. jake is bicurious
five. i fear u may be the dumbest person alive
six. my life is in shambles
seven. my life is in shambles the sequel
eight. i have two sides
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His body drips on mine like wax. Slow and wet, when his teeth find my skin I’m filled with heat. My body withers beneath him, pressing my scent into each thread of his sheets, so that even when I leave it’ll be hard for him to get rid of me.
I like to drop traces of myself around his apartment. It’s the curled strands of hair he’ll find in combs, my panties that he finds mixed in with his own laundry, and the smell of me in his bed. He likes to think that he’s so skilled with getting me to come over. I let him think that it’s in his smile or the way he calls me pretty or how he fucks me until I can’t see straight. But I swear it’s my little reminders. He finds a book I left on his bed stand and calls me, finds a bracelet, an earring, and my name is on his lips almost immediately.
“I love you more than I should allow myself to,” he tells me one night. His fingers move across my torso, touching whatever he can, without rush or urgency.
“Huh?” I can barely move. I’d rush to him when he called, regardless of the fact that I was already exhausted.
“More than you should allow me to, too,”
I wish I could see his face, but I’m too tired to turn over. Instead, I pull his arms tighter around my body, and try to fall asleep to the hum of his breath. It’s pertinent that I go to sleep first because once he starts snoring it becomes almost impossible.
“Sleep,” I mumble, just barely moving my head to kiss his shoulder. “Talk tomorrow,”
He laughs and bends to kiss my mouth, his lips soft on mine. When he pulls back I reach out to hold him against me.
“Let’s just fall asleep like this,” I smile.
“You want us to turn into those people?” Jay asks laughing as I twist in his arms to kiss him again. My lips move over his jaw, his nose, his cheeks and eyes. Sometimes it feels like I can’t get close enough to him. Sometimes I want him under my skin, in my hair and under my nails. So close that we can’t tell where either of us ends.
“What did you mean before?” I ask him. My hands running up his back.
“Oh, you’re awake now?” His eye brow lifts cutely as his smoothes my hair away from both of our eyes.
“Only enough for you to f—,”
He cuts me off, with his mouth. His hand slaps my ass hard enough that I jerk forward, pressing again him.
“Watch your mouth—,”
“Where do you want it?” I smile up at him. His long eyelashes blink slowly, moving all over my face before he laughs.
“What to do with you? Huh? I feel like you get dirtier every time I see you,”
“Who’s fault is that? You’d be obsessed with fucking you too if you were me,”
Jay tilts his head, his eyes narrowing on me. “What a weird, intrusive thought you just forced me to have,”
I shrug and press myself closer to him. My arm wraps around his body tightly. I’m not sure how long time and everything around us will allow me to stay close to him but I know I’m not letting go until I’m forced to. Jay holds me tightly, his arms engulfing be until his body heat becomes my body heat. I sometimes wonder how I could ever fall asleep without this. Then I wonder what it would be like to have this everyday. I don’t think I’d ever get out of bed if this was my every day and night.
“When we get married, do you think we’ll be this obsessed with each other?” He asks, around a yawn, “Or is this still what they call the honeymoon stage?”
“When we get married?” I laugh drawing back with a small frown. As if he expects it, Jay’s thumb is there in an instant to smooth down the wrinkled skin. “Who says we’re getting married,”
“Of course, we will,” he assures tiredly and closes his eyes.
“I don’t believe in the concept of marriage,” I tell him. “We can just be one of those dope couples who’s been together forever and start wearing matching clothes for Instagram when we’re like fifty,”
“What concept of marriage? It’s going to be whatever we want it to be. We make our own concept,”
It’s Jay’s turn to frown. Instead of pushing his own wrinkles away, I kiss his closed eyelids. His nose scrunches cutely. I never thought that I would be this person: disgustingly saccharine and completely devoted. I wasn’t joking when I said marriage wasn’t for me, but Jay is and if it what he wants, I will too.
“Is that you proposing?” I laugh.
He sighs and wraps himself tightly around me. His legs drape over mine and pull me in, his hands press deep into my skin.
“I propose to you every time I tell you that I love you. Every time I kiss you, whenever I’m inside of you; I thought I made it clear that you’re stuck with me,”
He makes me blush. My cheeks feel hot and my body even hotter. With his skin on mine and no escape from how soft and malleable he’s made my heart, I can’t think of anything else other than kissing him.
He kisses me back, his lips moving lazily against mine like he’s too tired to not make it sloppy. His mouth moves all over me, tasting my lips until he’s got his fill, before moving onto my jaw line and then my neck.
Hands ease me over gently, so that his body can hover over mine. We’ve had sex too many times to count until now. And as always, this is my favorite type and place. In his bed, stripped of anything but us. I’m not focused on trying to make it good for me, and he doesn’t care about making me come apart so many times that I’m dizzy.
Our bodies just need to be together. As necessary as drinking a glass of water before bed or stretching or saying prayers or counting sheep to sleep, my body takes him in and eases any tension it has pent up. I want to close my eyes, and just feel him but it’s equally important to see him too.
“I love you,” he says, and for the first time I realize that I’ve always taken that fact as a proposal. It’s a statement of devotion, a verbal contract of loyalty, faithfulness, dedication, and everything in between. He belongs to me and in the same millisecond of breath I belong to him.
“I love you, too,” I tell him. Looking up at him, it’s not like I’m having an enlightenment or revelation it’s more of a reminder of something I knew already.
He moves slowly, pulling my legs high on his waist and holding my hands high above my head. I feel open and on display. His eyes tell me, I love you when there’s nothing between us but skin. I love you when my body is tired and my mind searches you out. I love you when I can barely stand on my feet but all I see is you. From the tip of my fingers where your’s lace down to my tip toes, I love you.
He kisses me then as if feeling how sensitive I am right now. While his hips rock against me, I move with him, trying to get him to seep deep under my skin. When he holds me still beneath him and buries his nose in my hair, I fall apart calling his name. And when he falls with me we stay close together still until it’s absolutely necessary. We’re a mess. We should get up. We should do so much other than just lie there mixed in each other but we don’t.
“Once we‘re married, I want to buy a cottage and live in the forest,” I sigh. My fingers move in his hair as his chin face presses against my chest. “And one baby,”
“One baby,” he laughs. “Anything else? I want to make sure I get it down perfectly,”
“Hmmm,” I think, yawning. My eyes close. “Cottage, child, and maybe a studio in the back yard so you can keep writing songs about me,”
“Cottage, child, studio. I’ll make it happen,” He presses a single kiss against my skin.
“What about you?”
“I want whatever you want. I’m too tired to make any more demands,”
I smile to myself, hearing his breath start to even out. I fall asleep like that, thinking about how perfect it all sounds. How even if none of it comes true, I’ll take whatever he gives me.
To be in love, and to be loved. I think that’ll always be enough.
