I just read both of your works on older bf! scoups and mingyu and I just want to say, that they are one of the best things that i have seen.
Could you do one with jeonghan? Thank you!!
older bf!/teacher jeonghan x college student! reader
a/n; thank u!! these are so fun to make :3 // word count; 1.2K
content; teacher/student relationship, age gap, fingering, jealousy/possessiveness, degradation, hair pulling, praise kink, oral sex (f), pet names, voyerism, exhibitionism, somnophilia, masturbating, dirty talk, classroom sex (srry :>), overstimulation, cock warming, smut with very little plot
MDNI 18+ under cut
OLDER BF! JEONGHAN who first met you in his class. it was his 5th year teaching, and he hadn't had any distractions until you came along. it was like you had a crush on him since the start. batting your eyelashes during lectures, giggling with your friends when he called on you, asking questions after class that he knew you didn't need help in. you were a smart girl, only a childish one who wanted to flirt with her older professor.
OLDER BF! JEONGHAN who decides to play into your little crush. winking at you secretly while walking past the aisles, bending farther down to get close to your face when you asked for help, brushing his hand across your fingers to pick up your pencil, all making you think he had an interest in you, too. all your friends fed into your delusions saying 'he wants you,' 'just go ask him out,' after seeing the way you two look at each other; eyes mirroring desire.
OLDER BF! JEONGHAN who was a bit shocked at your sudden boldness. you just asked him out after class when all the students left, staring at your hands that were trembling as you waited for his response. he let out a breathy laugh, 'thought i'd be the one to ask,' he lifts your head up with his finger. while your face was red and probably sweaty, he had a cocky smile on and you could just feel the sense of dominance he was taking over you.
OLDER BF! JEONGHAN who drives a crazy expensive car. he picks you up from your apartment and takes you to dinner at a rooftop restaurant. and god, a tease is a literal understatement of how many jokes this man has made about your shy behavior. 'wow, you must've really wanted me,' making fun of how eager you were to ask him out within the second week of classes. but he liked knowing the effect he had on you, knowing how easy it'll be to have you beg for him... and that's what he did that night.
OLDER BF! JEONGHAN who loves to hear you begging. 'hannie, m-more,' he smiles at you while barely adding in a second finger. you couldn't take it anymore, he had been messing with your pussy for a while. kissing your inner thighs and only cutely sucking on your clit. fuck, he had such long, slender fingers that were reaching spots that your own couldn't ever reach. ‘please, please,’ his eyes devouring the look of your body being in shambles, he knew you were so close. 'aw baby, look how much you're whining when i hit this spot,' and that's when you cum, moans spilling out of your mouth as he continues fucking you through it. you didn’t even realize how close your orgasm was until he added his mouth while continuing to ram his fingerings in your sensitive cunt :< your mind almost goes blank until you see him take his dick out that was leaking with pre-cum from torturing you, and you knew you needed more of him.
OLDER BF! JEONGHAN who makes you touch yourself in front of him. he’ll sit back on a chair across the bed near the wall, manspreading with his arms crossed. your body is sprawled on the bed, your knees bent while you shamelessly run your fingers against your folds. ‘come on, baby,’ your body shudders to his voice, ‘show me how slutty you can be,’ you can tell how turned on he is from this. the bulge in his pants growing while he hears your whimpers. your own fingers playing with your clit, inserting them into your hole to tease yourself. ‘jeonghannie, fuck,’ your hips start to rock on your own fingers, your other hand messing with your tits, grabbing them and moaning like a literal porn star. jeonghan loves it, it’s like his own movie. he doesn’t let you continue this for long though, before he’s already replacing your fingers with his to finish the job for you <3
OLDER BF! JEONGHAN needs you to cockwarm him while he works. come onnn, why can’t he have his pretty little gf help him let loose as he does a dozen of paperwork :< you hate it, for the obvious reason being you weren’t allowed to move. but, jeonghan saw it as a way to keep him company! he loved how you smelled, your voice, your playful hands in his hair, ‘you’re doing so good for me, princess,’ he pats your hair, sliding his hand down all the way toward your lower back. he couldn’t help messing with you a tiny bit, his playful nature taking over. you let out a breathy laugh while trying so hard to keep still for him. you couldn’t distract him, that would make you a bad student and a bad girlfriend..
OLDER BF! JEONGHAN who is a big fan of morning sex. he wakes up to a cute expression on your face… lips separated softly, hair messy, eyelashes fluttering at times like you were having a sweet dream <3 it was like you were made for him to admire. but then, oh he just loves to slip down beneath you. spreading your plush thighs so your pussy was exposed to him, smirking as he sees all the previous marks from before. he always leave kisses down your thighs, awake or not. then once he reaches your cunt, he dives straight in, first leaving tiny licks while his sharp nose brushes against your clit. he looks up at you to see your eyebrows scrunched up, mouth the slightest open. he sees it as a signal to keep going. his tongue continues to flick up and down; his head simultaneously nodding, shaking, and jerking in each direction, he fucking loved how you tasted. ‘a-ah,’ your hand latches onto your boyfriends hair instinctively, he lets out a groan as your sweet moans encouraging him to keep going. ‘good morning, princess,’ he detaches himself for a bit to give you a warm smile. you shiver at the sight, his mouth completely covered in your silk with sleepy, hungry eyes.
OLDER BF! JEONGHAN who has a hate/love relationship with your sense of style. he knows you choose the days you attended his class to wear the most shortest dresses, the most skimpiest tops. and he adored it, really, he found it adorable. however, that didn't stop other men from looking at you lustfully. and he hated that. he hated how they thought they had a single chance with you, his precious doll. and you, only having eyes for him, don’t even notice their disgusting stares. but he has to deal with it. deal with them tapping on your shoulder to ask for a pencil just to get a glimpse of your cleavage, making obnoxiously loud jokes in hopes to hear your giggle. that won’t do… so after class, he immediately tells you to stay. eyes glaring at the guys while he stood dangerously close to you, you completely unaware of what’s going to happen.
OLDER BF! JEONGHAN who as soon as everyone is gone, you're completely bent over the desk you were just sitting at. hair pulled into his fist, panties just pulled to the side as he rams into you from the back. 'my little whore, tell me,' his hand lands right on your ass, 'you liked the attention those guys gave you?' you can't even speak from how hard he's pushing into you, walls clenching on his cock making it almost impossible to make out words. his hand lands harder on your ass, a literal scream coming out of your throat. 'n-no, never,' you plead to him, but he only coos at you, flipping you so you're on your back, and he can see your pleasured face with his own eyes.
OLDER BF! JEONGHAN who locks eyes with one of the boys who was bothering you. he was peeking into the class from the door upstairs after hearing your lewd noises. ‘fuck, gripping on me like a slut, princess,’ making sure to speak extra loud for the guy to hear. you gasp as he starts to play with clit, still abusing your fragile body that was making a mess all over him and the floor. your moans only growing louder when you feel yourself close to cumming, satisfying his ego when he sees the boy gone. he doesn’t care if he completely traumatized him.. go ahead tell your friends! and they never bothered you again :3
genre: non-idol au, mulan/military au, reader pretends to be a man to replace their father during conscription, depictions of physical violence (battles and death), sexualised language, smut in future parts but will be highlighted in chapter warnings, everyone is a little in love with reader regardless of presenting gender
summary: you joined the army as hyunjin to save your father and found a place that you never imagined for yourself. now, they know you’re a noble lady and you have to find a new peace amongst them, with a new title and some feelings that you aren’t fully prepared to confront.
Lowlifes 2 [M]
Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader
Tags: 4.3k, f2l, smut, fluff, humor, foundfamily, gang?au, 18+
Summary: Seungcheol always looks good, but he’s absolutely irresistible when he’s in the garage getting his hands dirty under the hood (I am still obsessed with Mechanic!Cheol)
Warnings: SMUT 18+, MINORS DNI!! mxf unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, face sitting(kinda), cheol has an embarrassing breeding kink, use of ‘daddy’ is weaponized, lots of stronk manhandling, language, brief mention of a past physical altercation, mc still doesn't know jackshit about cars.
You check the clock in the kitchen and let out a sigh. It was later than what was promised, and you pushed between the blinds to see Seungcheol still working on a car in the garage below, well past his curfew. He’s lucky, though, you always forgive him when he looks like that.
That being Seungcheol, in nothing but his blue jeans, rebuilding an engine with his bare hands. Or whatever it is he’s doing down there. Assembling and modifying cars is like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Well, at least it is for him. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
The door to the apartment closes behind you, any sound hushed by the heavy music rolling from the stereo below, and you take your time coming down the stairs. You’re busy admiring the view of his broad shoulders before he lies back and rolls underneath some brand new, stupidly expensive car, meaning Cheol gets to play with equally expensive mods, and he gets paid to do it.
It’s after eleven, and even then, there is usually still someone hanging around the garage, but everything is closed up for the night, and no one is crashed on the couch. It’s just Cheol and his new favorite toy, so you feel a little guilty dragging him up to bed, but he’s got all day tomorrow to tinker with it, and he looks so fucking delectable. Sacrifices must be made.
You stop at his side while he’s still under the car, admiring the way his jeans hang low on his hips. The muscles in his stomach flex as he works, and half your mind is stuck on the idea of just standing here watching him instead of what you actually came down to accomplish. Maybe you could sit and watch while he plays with his cars a little longer.
Although, like always, Seungcheol is aware of your every movement. He rolls out from beneath the car on his custom creeper and grins up at you with what you’re sure is only a half-guilty conscious. “I’m late, aren’t I?”
Your nose scrunches in response, waving him off. “A little,” you shrug as he sets his tools to the side and sits up, wiping his hands on his jeans before reaching for the remote that lowers the stereo. He’s got a bit of oil smeared across his stomach, and your eyes are laser-focused on it. “You can absolutely make it up to me though.”
Cheol’s eyes light up as he laughs. “Yeah?” he asks, reaching into his toolbox for a rag to wipe his hands. You’re staring at his shoulders again when he grabs your ankle, firmly at first, catching you off guard, and then he rubs up and down your calf gently. “I like it when you wear my shirts around the house,” he leans closer and kisses just above your knee, “They look good on you.”
“Is it because I wear them without pants?”
Cheol smirks, and it takes him less than five seconds to maneuver you into his lap, thighs straddling his hips, with his thick arms caging you against his body. “I like it because it’s mine,” he nips your throat, “Because you’re mine,” a softer kiss to soothe the bite, “And I’m still kind of a possessive asshole,” he punctuates with both hands squeezing your ass.
“Yes, you are,” you agree, smiling as he kisses down your neck and across your chest, “But so am I.”
Seungcheol breaks away laughing, and you know he’s replaying the scene you caused in a bar three weeks ago that had him smooth-talking your way out of a police cruiser. Some girl from out of town who took a shot at Cheol while you were out dancing with Jessie and couldn’t take a hint. Well, she couldn’t take a hit either, and you knocked her out cold, which wasn’t your intention, but she definitely got the message.
“The bitch had it coming,” you scoff, not an ounce of regret. “She’s lucky all she left with was a black eye…and a broken nose.”
Seungcheol slides his hands up your thighs and settles on your hips underneath his shirt. “You forgot to mention how she woke up to you dumping an entire beer over her. Oh, and let's not leave out how you smashed the bottle against the bar and threatened her, again. That was my favorite part.”
“I learned from the best,” you grin, rolling your hips against his hard-on.
Cheol groans, brows pinching together. “Don’t bring up your brother right now.”
“Fair enough.”
When your lips connect, it's slow, hungry. Your hands are in his hair, and his are molded to your ass, squeezing and dragging you against his body. He’s already hard, that much is clear as he purposely grinds his erection into you from below and you reward him with a pointed roll of your hips that leaves him groaning into another kiss.
You laugh, pulling back to look at the punch-drunk look on his face. “Alright, hotshot, why don’t you finish what you’re doing and meet me upstairs?”
You move to stand, and Seungcheol lets you get that far, but doesn’t let you leave. You look down at him in surprise, and he grins. “Why don’t you stay with me instead?”
A giggle bubbles from your lips, even as you feel heat coiling in your stomach with the way Cheol’s hands keep rubbing up and down the back of your bare legs. “I doubt you’ll be able to roll back under the car with that stiffie, babe.”
“Very funny,” he rolls his eyes in amusement. He locks his gaze on you, and his hands disappear beneath your borrowed shirt with clear intent. You let him drag your panties down the length of your legs and step out of them patiently, waiting for his next move. “Come closer.”
It’s not a question. He tugs you forward until your pussy is in his face, only covered by the length of the shirt still on your body, but you know that’s coming next. “Take it off.”
“What if someone comes by?” You glance around the empty garage, but your focus is sucked right back to the man between your legs when Cheol lifts the hem of your shirt and kisses your bare cunt.
“No one is coming, baby,” he reaches up and grabs your ass, “Now take it off so I can eat you out and fuck you against the hood of this car before I take you upstairs and fuck you again in the shower, and again in our bed,” he grins at the look of shock on your face and adds, “Please.”
You laugh incredulously and shrug the shirt over your head anyway. “Ok, whatever, fuck it I guess…oh my god!”
He doesn’t waste a single second before he’s hauling your hips forward and burying his face in your cunt, licking and sucking until you’re grappling for something, anything to grab onto. You manage to find the driver’s grab handle through the open car window and pray you don’t rip it from the ceiling as your boyfriend drags an orgasm, near kicking and screaming, from the depths of your core.
Then, when you try to take a deep breath to stabilize yourself after coming so hard your eyes cross, he tightens his grip and he does it again. This time, your legs are quivering when you come back down, and you’re cursing Cheol to high hell while he laughs and maneuvers your bodies with ease. He’s already standing, pants down, with you bent over the hood of someone else’s car by the time you're almost finished with him.
“My legs are killing me, what is wrong with you?!” you huff, still whining and shaking from overstimulation, all while not moving an inch out of place, “And my tits are freezing against this fucking car, and…holy fuuuuck.”
All complaints die on your lips the second he pushes the head of his thick cock inside. He gives a few apologetic, shallow thrusts and then buries himself so deeply that the air expels from your lungs in another curse, but it’s nothing against him. There isn’t a whole lot you can hold against Seungcheol when he’s balls deep, pounding away til you’re living on another plane of existence.
It’s impossible to be mad at him when he’s hitting all the right spots while running his mouth on and on about how beautiful you are, and how you feel so fucking good, how he just can’t ever get enough of you. Always endless flattery mixed with just the right amount of filth to balance it all out and have tears streaming down your face…and legs.
You’re in the middle of trying to return a compliment when he suddenly yanks you off the hood and up against his chest so quickly you scramble to find purchase on something, but he’s got you pinned between him and the car, one arm looped under your breasts while the other is around your hips. “Seungcheol, if you drop me, I swear-”
Your mouth drops open with an absurdly loud moan as he flattens his hand just below your belly, applying enough pressure to emphasize the feeling of his dick hitting spiritually awakening depths inside you. He can even hear the change in pitch as you get louder and louder.
“Come on, babe,” he pleads against the soft skin just below your ear, “Cum again for me. You know you want to,” presses his hand down more firmly, and you pitch forward, ignoring the grin you feel against your skin. “You’re sooo fucking wet, god, and warm. You’re making a mess.”
“I’m,” you pause, catching your breath, “I’m the one m-making a mess?!”
Cheol groans deep and guttural, and you fight not to let your vision blur. “Fuuuuck, yeah, you are, baby. I can feel it dripping off my balls, you’re so fucking wet, holy shit.”
He’s never all that eloquent, especially not ‘in bed’. You’ll let it slide.
Besides, the way he says it doesn’t even give you room to be embarrassed because he’s praising you for soaking him, and likely the car, and the pants around his ankles, and the floor probably.
“It’s your fucking fa-ault anyway,” you push back, jumping at the feeling of him hitting your self-destruct button over and over again. “Why do you look this fucking good doing your car shit?! It’s unfair, and I never want anyone else to see you like this ever! It’s only for me!”
His hips stutter, and he huffs out a laugh. “That’s my girl,” he groans, kissing your neck, “So possessive. Want me all to yourself?”
You push back against him again, and your pussy squeezes him like a vice grip, as if staking its own possessive claim. “Yes. Now turn me around so I can look at you when you cum first.”
His laugh sounds a little more pained this time, but that pride is ripped from your pussy, right along with his big cock when he pulls out, just like you asked. You have less than a second to mourn the loss, though, because Seungcheol spins you both around so quickly that your eyes are still rolling around in your head when he pushes back into your swollen cunt and starts pumping away.
You’re trying not to be so impressed with his physical prowess, but the big fuckers leaning against the car himself now, solely using his thick, gorgeous, powerful arms to bounce you up and down on his dick, and god, what a sight. If your period is M.I.A next month, you know this was the one that finally did it.
And just like that…you know you’re about to win this game.
You tighten your arms around his neck and drag him into a deep, messy kiss, filled with moaning, begging, and witchcraft. That’s what Cheol calls it when you purposefully tap into his inner cave-dwelling man brain and make him cum on the spot, and that is exactly what you intend to do.
Fighting past the sex-crazed fog settling into every nook and cranny of your brain, you drag your lips away from his and drop a wet kiss right next to his ear. That alone makes his fingers dig into your ass a little harder, and you smirk to yourself, equal parts smug and horny.
“Come on, Daddy,” your voice tumbles into his ear, teasing yet heavy with need, “Let’s do it for real this time…”
“Hey. Noooo, wait.” He knows exactly what you’re doing, and you can hear the tinge of panic in his voice, but he can’t stop moving. “Baby, that’s fuck-ah!” You distract him with your tongue wrapping around his earlobe and sucking. “You’re fucking cheating!”
Yet he continues to pick up the pace. It’s like an impending trainwreck, and you’re eagerly awaiting the collision. “I’m being serious!” you whine, staring into his narrowed eyes with your big, round ones.
His pins you with the hottest glare imaginable. Hot like, fuck he is SO goddamned good-looking and hot like you might regret this later, and you’re starting to feel sorry for whoever the hell owns this car. Cheol squeezes your ass even harder and sinks you onto his cock, impossibly deeper with every stroke. “No, you’re not,” he punctuates each word in the most mind-numbing way.
Like he’s going to fuck your plan right out of your head. Too bad that’s working against him because you’re thinking about adding this to your top five best-sex list, and the next words spill from your lips easily, and maybe…with a little half-hearted sincerity.
“Aw, come on, Daddy, please,” you moan right into his ear, “Let’s make a baby.”
Oh. Shit.
His reaction is instantaneous. He loses all sense and decorum, and fucks you like a madman until he’s coming uncontrollably and dragging you right along with him. It feels like literal minutes pass by before he finally stops emptying inside you, and the last of your wild tremors settle down as you both catch your breath. You glance over your shoulder to find a puddle on the floor beneath you and promptly turn back around, hiding from Seungcheol’s knowing face.
“I can’t believe you pulled the baby card…again.”
You huff in amusement. “I can’t believe how insanely horny you are at the thought of knocking me up. You have a daddy kink in the most literal sense. It’s my greatest weapon.”
It’s his turn to laugh now, but he promptly shuts up when he feels the mess it’s making.
When he abruptly stands, you latch onto his shoulders until you feel the hood of the car solid at your back. Confused, you let Cheol lay you down and try not to moan like you’re howling at the fucking moon as he finally pulls out of your sensitive cunt.
He stares at it appreciatively, and you try not to roll your eyes at how intimately familiar he is with your body nowadays. A blessing and a curse.
Cheol grabs your legs and pushes them up, and for a moment, you’re wondering if he’s seriously about to go at you again, not that it wouldn’t be welcomed; you’re still hoping for two more rounds like he mentioned earlier, but he just pushes them up and says, “Humor me.”
You tilt your head, peering around your legs to look at him. “What the hell does that mean?”
“I want you to keep your legs up for me, hold 'em just like that while I get everything cleaned up down here,” he says with a challenging look.
“I don’t get it,” you huff, but that makes something drip, and before you can grimace, Cheol is shoving your (his) discarded shirt against your wet, swollen folds. Still yuck.
“No huffing,” he sighs, “If my hands weren’t dirty from working down here, I’d be stuffing all of it back in, so count your blessings, and don’t lose another drop until we get upstairs.”
“Okay, fine, I won’t breathe for the next five minutes, I guess,” you grumble, “But why do I need to hold my legs up to do that? This is embarrassing, even if it's just you and me here.”
Your boyfriend gives you the most stunning, shit-eating grin and winks. “Daddy’s just giving you exactly what you asked for.”
Oh, it’s backfiring. It’s backfiring real bad.
“Hold on, wait,” you try to reason with him, “Shower-sex and sleep sounds soo, so nice. Doesn’t it?”
“Sleep?” Cheol laughs. “Oh, no. I think we’ll be up all night. We’ve got a baby to make.”
“I was joking!” You try to sit up, but he stops you with one big hand, pressing you right back down, and he smacks your thigh, making you raise your legs high in the air again.
“You gonna make me tell you again?” He asks seriously, brow cocked high on his forehead like he’s begging you to challenge him. You don’t, and he looks amused. “Good girl.”
“GoOd gIrL,” you mock him under your breath, rolling your eyes to the ceiling.
Seungcheol overhears you as he’s putting his tools away and laughs out loud. “Oh yeah,” he sighs with a big grin on his face, “You’re not getting a lick of sleep.”
Seungcheol is the worst person alive. Scum of the earth. Good for nothing.
(except for giving insanely good orgasms)
But that’s beside the point.
You hate him this morning. Everything hurts, and it’s past noon by the time you roll out of bed…onto the floor, no less…and you have to shower sitting down because who the hell has all that energy? Not you. That’s for fucking sure.
By the time you crawl out of the shower, almost literally, you can smell coffee wafting in from the kitchen, and you think today might be the day you start drinking it…or pouring it into your eyeballs. You’d take caffeine through an IV drip just to shake the dead, limp feeling in all of your limbs right now.
You know what else you hate? These wretched fucking stairs.
“Need a hand?”
You lift your eyes to the angel at the bottom of the staircase and blink away real tears when you see Hoshi climbing the steps two at a time to get to you. It’s like he doesn’t even care that Cheol might bite his head off or something equally dumb and alpha male. Honestly, if that handsome motherfucker opens his mouth to spout ONE single complaint about Hoshi carrying you down the stairs, you might find the strength to jump down and strangle him yourself.
“No offense?” Hoshi asks as you sprawl out against his back, holding as tightly as you possibly can, which is not that tight at all, but the guy’s got freak-strength, so you have faith in him.
“None,” you answer honestly, “Shoot.”
“You look like you lost a few rounds of fuck around and find out.”
You groan as he lowers you to the floor once you reach the garage. “Too right, Hosh, too right.”
“Now,” you look around, “Where in the fuck is Seungcheol?”
“In the office,” Jihoon offers freely, always ready and willing to stir the pot.
The office across the garage. So fucking far across the garage. “Fantastic.”
Hoshi tugs at your shirt when you try to hobble away. “Should I clear the floor?”
You laugh, and even that hurts. “No,” you shake your head, “We need all the adult supervision we can get. Being left alone is the reason I look like this.”
Ignoring the ache between your legs, not the good kind, you wobble toward the office, flipping Mingyu and Joshua off along the way. Their amusement is shared, though where you see pity in the former’s eyes, there is nothing but appreciation for the craft in the latter’s.
Seungcheol is bad. Joshua is worse.
Through the blinds, you can see Cheol seated with Wonwoo, Minghao, Jun, and Jeonghan, but they look like they’re finished with whatever business they’d been handling and were now just sitting around shooting the shit. Good.
You throw open the door, and it hits the wall with a loud crack. Yet no one bats an eye.
“Baby sister,” Jeonghan greets you with a crooked grin.
“Big brother,” you return with much less enthusiasm. “Wonu, Hao, Jun…a pleasure.”
Then your eyes land on the person you came hunting for. “Seungcheol.”
“Morning, beautiful.” His grin is amused, and your eye roll threatens an impending migraine.
Minghao snorts and stands to leave with Jun, who is right behind him. They reach the door, and you slowly step aside, barely concealing a grunt. Jun squishes your cheeks, very cautiously, and offers a small smile. “I’ll make some tea. The really fancy kind.”
You nod appreciatively, and he disappears out the door without another sound. Minghao takes one good look at you, pats your head gently, and then turns to shake his head at Cheol before he’s gone too.
Wonwoo yawns and stands with his phone in hand. Not because he feels awkward sticking around; if anything, he’s the king of poking the hornet’s nest and watching chaos unfold. It’s simply lunchtime. He looks up at you, ignoring the other two. “I’m feeding you. Chinese?”
“The usual.”
He nods and ruffles your hair on the way out.
“So, do I even want to know?”
You look at Jeonghan and offer a flat smile. “Highly doubt it.”
He scoffs and turns to his best friend. “That’s my sister, asshole.”
Seungcheol just laughs. If Jeonghan were mad, he’d know it because he’d have a knife sticking out of his chest. “Your sister is a monster and got what she deserved.”
“Oh, I’m sure of it.” Jeonghan grins and then turns to you, looking more serious for your benefit, and he whispers, “Want me to kill him?”
You wave him off. “Not today.”
“Well,” Jeonghan stretches his back and eyes the exit, “Some other time then.”
He winks, and Cheol winks back, and you roll your eyes again, waiting for him to drag his lanky ass out the door before you’re kicking it shut and locking the door behind him. You draw the blinds for good measure, and when you focus on your boyfriend, he opens his arms.
Finally.
When you cross the short distance and crawl into his lap, all petty frustration melts away. He can bear-hug any negative emotion right out of you, and right now is no different. Well, you’re still feeling whiny and a little needy, but that’s better than annoyed and irrational.
“I was lonely,” you mumble, face buried in his neck. “You didn’t even wake me up before you left.”
Seungcheol laughs and kisses your hair. “I did wake you up. There were words and kissing, and then you started snoring again. I had to come down about an hour ago and was about to head back up to check on you.”
Well, damn. All this work for nothing. You could have just stayed in bed ten minutes longer.
“Always gotta do things the hard way,” he smirks.
You pick your head up and pinch his cheek. He’s so fucking handsome and lucky for it. Seungcheol gets away with everything under the sun with you. Mostly because he is the love of your life, but also because of the dimples. Those work wonders.
“I’ll ignore that for now,” you vaguely threaten him. “Everything good?”
He knows you mean whatever he was talking about with the others before you got down here, and he sighs. So, not great but not the worst. “Hit me.”
“Everything is fine…for now. It’s not even an issue on our turf, but I have a feeling it could become one. Remember the crew Mingyu got mixed up with in the racing circuit?”
“Yeah…” you murmur in surprise, “Of course…”
Everyone remembered, but no one spoke about it…about her.
The only girl Mingyu has ever loved.
“Minghao caught wind of some rumors. I think there is trouble headed their way, but we’re not exactly on…good terms. I don’t think they’d trust us if we try to warn them.”
“You have to tell Mingyu,” you blink at him seriously. “Whether he decides to help or let them burn for all the hell he’s gone through…it needs to be his choice.”
“Yeah.” Seungcheol sits straighter, adjusting you in his arms. “I’ve got a pretty good idea of what he’ll choose.”
“He’s getting involved…so we’re getting involved,” you echo his thoughts, and he nods.
You realize, selfishly, you hadn’t noticed how tired he looked until now. When you run your fingers through his hair, he lets his head fall forward until he hits your chest. Silence wraps around you both like a blanket. He draws comfort from you, tightening his arms and taking a deep breath. For all the strength and confidence he shows as a leader, you get the softest, most vulnerable sides of him.
“He’s going to be ok,” you whisper, picking his head up and cupping his face in your hands. “We’re going to be ok. One step at a time.”
“You’re pretty good at this,” he sighs, nipping at your thumb, “I think it’s time to pull you out of the game, baby. You can be our therapist instead.”
“Fat fucking chance,” you chuckle, leaning in to steal a kiss. “Stop trying to bench me. I’m good at my job and also the least qualified person in the garage for that position.”
Seuncheol scoffs in amusement. “Jeonghan is a worse choice by far.”
He steals a kiss, and then another, and another, and you’re pretty sure you know where this is headed. Cheol proves you right when he stands with you in his arms, and you quickly, carefully, wrap your legs around his waist. “Where are we going?”
“Upstairs.”
“Already? Wonu just ordered lunch.”
Seungcheol grins, “I’ll feed you in bed.”
Despite your exhaustion, your body responds in kind, and there is really no stopping it. There is also no stopping the next words out of your mouth, either, and you know you’re really in for it the moment the phrase feathers out against the shell of his ear.
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. UNEDITED.
synopsis: Jeon Wonwoo, renowned actor of the year— your ex, is paired up with you for the year's newly awaited movie; ironically about reconnecting with an old flame. Your reunion is anything but smooth, old grudges and feelings rise to the surface as the both of you continue working on the film.
Will this give the both of you an opportunity to rekindle what was once lost or will this prove that you're better off moving on with each other’s lives?
rating: (n)sfw
pairing: actor! wonwoo x actress! afab reader
genre: actor!au, exes to lovers!au, angst, slow burn
warnings for this chapter: use of female pronouns for reader, written in third person, cursing— i think that's it— (please do message if i missed any)
wc: 1.1k
a/n: i've been working on this story for months and even so, i'm far from finishing it lol. again, please expect really slow updates since i just got a job and i cannot promise that i'll be able to update all the time.
my messages and ask are both always on, feel free to leave one! i also really appreciate comments and reposts! once again, thank you for choosing to be on this journey with me :) i hope you have fun as much as i do :)
Official tag for the series is #HOTBS
teaser || HOTBS masterlist
date posted: 11/06/25
The dimly lit lamp post illuminated the two figures that were standing in the middle of the rain, shadows dancing around their faces as droplets from the heavy downpour masked the pair’s heavyhearted expressions. The rise and fall of their chests from their labored breaths was evident as they faced each other.
“Is it really that easy for you to throw three years away?” Wonwoo said, knuckles turning white as he gripped the ends of his sleeve.
Lips pursed, Y/N couldn’t utter a response— because if she did, she knew that she'd break down in front of him. She’d take back every word she had said to him a few minutes ago; beg for his forgiveness for even thinking about separating, pull him to her embrace and never let go.
All she could do was look at him, misty-eyed as she studied the latter’s face— as if this was the last time she could do this.
She memorized it all, from the mole on his left cheek that was situated under his eye to the scar that was just right above his right eyebrow. His glasses were foggy from the rain but she could still see his eyes, the usually bright ones were now glossy, his eyebrows furrowed, and his jaw was clenched. No one would know whether or not it was raindrops that were trickling down his cheek or his own tears.
“Don’t look at me like that. Please,” Wonwoo pleads, his voice slowly cracking. “Talk to me, Y/N.”
She lets out a shaky breath, lips trembling. “You think it’s that easy for me too? I’ve been patiently waiting for you while you break one promise after another.”
Wonwoo stood there silent as his head hung low, the sound of the rain hitting the concrete pavement seemed to only grow louder.
“I know your manager has been telling you to break up with me. You think I wouldn’t know about that?”
For a moment, Wonwoo looked taken aback. His strong stance seemed to falter for a bit, “What right do they have to have a say in my relationship? To tell me what to do with my relationship?”
His eyes softened as he looked at her slightly trembling figure. “Please, let me make up for lost time, Y/N. I promise, I’ll make it up to you—”
His hands tried reaching out for her elbow, trying to bring her closer but she only shook her head, pulling her arm back with a small sob escaping her lips.
“You,” Y/N tried to talk, her voice slowly failing her. “You always say that.”
“You keep telling me that you’ll make it up to me. You promised and you promised. You kept on promising until there came a time that you couldn’t even do it anymore,” she says, her eyes not leaving his.
“I can also see how tired you’ve become just trying to be in our relationship. I can see it every time I look at you.”
“Y/N, I’m not tired! I’m just—”
Y/N only looked at Wonwoo, making him stop his sentence as his eyes met hers.
In contrast to what used to be light and carefree, her eyes were tired. She looked paler and the dark circles under her eyes were proof of the lack of sleep she had the past few weeks. Hurt was evident as the pair stood in the middle of the rain, silence enveloping them. The tears she held back were finally falling freely on her face.
Y/N thought she could do this, she should’ve known better.
“I love you,” Wonwoo whispered.
“I love you too.”
“We can still make this work. Please, don’t end it just like this.”
In a desperate plea, he held her closer to his chest. Hugging her as if she’d vanish into thin air if he lets her go.
She lets herself bask in his embrace for a few seconds, before snapping back into their reality. She tried pushing him away, hitting his chest but he wouldn’t budge.
“Please don’t make this harder for me,” she tells him in between sobs.
“Let’s fix this, please, please, please,” he once again pleads, slowly loosening his hold on her.
“You’re losing sleep, trying to be with me. Your management is already furious with you because of me.”
It was no secret to her that his management isn't too fond of her. His manager would pick Wonwoo up from her place when they would spend the night together and his manager would look at her as if she was the bane of their existence.
Wonwoo would immediately shut down any dating rumor that could possibly rake up viewers of any upcoming movies or dramas. He would try to leave early after his shoots until one day he couldn’t anymore.
He wasn’t a bad boyfriend, nor was he a passive lover.
This is what made it harder for her.
“I don’t want to hinder you from shooting to the stars, Won. You deserve to be there, to go even higher. You deserve to shine brighter, and you won’t be able to do that with me pulling you back.”
“Shooting to the stars be fucking damned if you’re not with me, Y/N.”
“This is exactly why we should stop.”
Wonwoo looked at her stunned.
“This is your dream. You’re at the pinnacle of reaching your dream, and what? You’re throwing it away for me? I can’t possibly make you do that, Wonwoo.”
A few seconds of silence once again passed the both of them, until Wonwoo took a deep breath.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to go on without you.”
A bitter smile formed on her face, tears still falling on her cheeks. “I know you can, Jeon. You’ll be able to walk and move forward without me by your side.”
I’ll always be watching you from afar. I’ll always watch your movies, your dramas. I’ll always support you in whatever goal you have dreamed of, whether you choose to divert your journey from the stars to the moon. I’ll always love you and support you, even if it means just standing idly by the sidelines.
She had many words left unsaid, yet she couldn’t bring herself to say any of it.
Wonwoo held both of her hands, bringing her knuckles close to his lips as he placed a gentle kiss on them, letting a shaky breath right after.
“Why are you talking like you’ll never see me again?” He whispered.
She looked away from him, biting the inside of her cheek before she started speaking once again. “I’ll be leaving for London in a few weeks, I accepted the scholarship grant from the university yesterday.”
NOTE: This story is purely fictional. Any traits or decisions of the story's characters do not reflect those of their real life counterparts. This is a work of fiction and is not real. Please separate fiction from reality.
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"i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us" or a step-by-step guide on how not to fall in love with one of your brothers' close friends (although it doesn't exactly work)
Is it easy to fall for someone who’s been there your whole life? Yes. Does that mean that dealing with the consequences of it is also gonna be easy? Absolutely not. In fact, life gets ridiculously hard when feelings get mixed up with unbreakable bonds and complicated friendships. However, it’s even harder not to give in to such an alluring fantasy. After all, it’s all in good fun, right?
pairing: minghao x reader
genre: smau series, fluff
tags: non idol au, friends to lovers, mutual pining, slowburn, angst, crack
warnings: age gap (they're both adults), bad jokes, suggestive, time stamps are no longer an illusion (but I do make mistakes lol), check each chapter for any additional warning
۶•ৎ tags : smau, fluff, crack, romance, brother!jeonghan, crush!mingyu, ??? to ???
[✉️] — having Jeonghan as your older brother, who was a part of SEVENTEEN, was probably the biggest privilege you've had. And that included getting your bias—Kim Mingyu's number.
memoirs : a collection of events in NABI LAND
ᯓᡣ𐭩 NABI LAND main masterlist
pre-debut chronicles ⊹ ࣪ ˖
entry 01 : winter blues
entry 02 : welcomed opportunities
entry 03 : little milestones
entry 04 : paper wings
entry 05 : where butterflies wait
entry 06 : when hope feels heavy
entry 07 : shifting seasons
entry 08 : a place to land
entry 09 : moments before dawn
entry 10 : my home has a heartbeat
entry 11 : paper hearts and demo files
entry 12 : maknae metamorphosis
entry 13 : battle of the three units
entry 14 : royally adopted
entry 15 : nebula on screen
entry 16 : a place among the stars
requests 💌 | tickets to NABI LAND 🚀
let's go on a date at the NABI Café ᰔ
synopsis. sometimes you see who the real friends are when they don't let you wallow in self pity but pull you to a party, blast the hamliton soundtrack and hydrate you with tequila shots
paring(s). lee jihoon x reader x kwon soonyoung
genre(s). non-idol au, uni students au, romance, smut, angst, smau/half-written
a/n. Oooh, another hoshi fic, you aren't bored of it, no way- (longer chapter tomorrow where things actually happen-this is somewhat of a prologue?)
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› 1 ~ no, don't play hamliton during my breakdown?
The moment you enter the small apartment you are met with three pairs of eyes, three heads popping from the couch towards the door in the speed of light and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t annoyed by their not so subtle ghosting of your messages.
‘What?’ You say, trying to seem normal enough and not a few minutes away from busting in tears, frowning as you untie your shoes, cursing the shoelaces in your head for suddenly becoming a tangled long mess.
‘How was the workshop?’ Eun-bi speaks first, leaning her hands on the couch as she stands up looking at your losing battle with your shoes, if you focused on her you would see half amused half worried expression covering her face, itching to come and rip the shoes off your feet so you can converse face to face and not like mother and her angsty teen daughter.
‘Like any other, I breathed in too many chemicals that had safety hazards written on them and ended up not finishing any of my previous projects.’ You say finally managing to pull your shoes off, butt placed on the welcoming mat as the late summer heat overwhelms your body and you don’t have any real energy to get up.
‘Come on, get up, you look like some sore loser, it’s actually sad to look at you,’ Seungkwan says,you can only see his head from where you are, his hair pulled back with what looked identical to your headband and his eyebrows furrowed much like yours, ‘Are you actually sad about that keychain? I thought you already threw out all of the things he gave you, even Beardsley the bear didn’t survive your anger so what’s the deal with a simple keychain?’
‘It isn’t just a simple keychain you annoying idiot, it’s a lucky charm, I had it on when I passed my entrance exam, I had it on when I passed the job interview, I had it on when I visited grandma at the hospital and that day she started walking again, it’s obviously working. The last time I didn't wear it I got hit by a bicycle in the middle of the park! And when I forgot the bag at school that had it on I got drenched in the rain! I can’t leave the house without it!’
‘Well, if it worked that bastard wouldn't have been a bastard? Or do you pick and choose when luck applies? Besides, luck doesn’t work like that, both good and bad things happen despite you having or not having it, an irrelevant variable if you will.’ Seungkwan says, his tone measured but you can see he actually believes it shouldn’t be such a big deal to rely on a single object to dedicate your life.
‘You! Aren’t you just the brightest!’ You snap at him standing up from your pitiful corner in the hallway and drag your feet towards your room. Ignoring his words completely even if he is making sense you refuse to acknowledge it, too high on the emotions of losing something you considered secreted despite being a reminder of your shitty luck with men, funny how things work. With the slam of the door you shut yourself out from both the conversation and the world, falling on your bed and tracing the small cartoonish cats that make out the pattern of your bedsheets.
You think back on your ex again and the way your luck finally started to pick up when you received that charm, on your first date with him, he won it by pure luck while aiming for a bunny plushie he never got in the end. It was made of cold silver metal, cheap in quality yet heavy to touch, a star whose edges you traced over and over again till they lost their original sharpness. You put it on every bag you have, never leaving the safety of your home without it, you even went as far to organize your wardrobe and stylistic choices around it.
It’s true that part of you feels ashamed to trust in such insignificant things, especially since you basically hate the guy who gave it to you, finding it so embarrassing that even your friends didn’t know the length you went to always have it on. Call it superstitious if you will but you avoided going under any ladder, turned around if a black cat crossed your path, you knocked on wood almost daily and regularly threw salt on any opening in your home. And yet you somehow lost the thing that you placed the highest.
Before you can try to rationalize the loss and try to accept that your life will be just fine, your phone lights up. And the name that graces your screen lights up your complexion, only to be brought back down when you read the messages.
He was your newest obsession, a stand-off-ish senior who you met by chance at some pretentious art event you both were forced to go to by your extroverted friends, bonding over similar music tastes. Since then you tried your best to get close to the guy, you barely got a hold of his number and only recently got his socials. To you he was like a side character of some indie film, and you mean that it is the best way, considering you always fell for those kinds of guys, the ones that know what they want and live their lives with a unique sense of self, not falling under the toxic pressure of the crowd, the loner but a happy loner. So to see him messaging you first made your heart skip a beat and all your previous troubles disappear.
Before you can further fall into the small depressive state and have a full breakdown you hear a sound or rather a song that makes every muscle in your body tense up. Loud and impossible to miss someone, you are pretty sure you know who, that is screaming with the barely heard original vocals of the beginning of ‘Alexander Hamliton’. At this point you just want to bury yourself under your sheets no matter how hot you actually are and forget you even exist, but among impressive high singing there is annoying knocking on your door.
‘Come out, we have a party to get ready for!’ Seungkwan’s high pitched voice that is bordering actual yelling draws out Eun-bi’s screaming of the lyrics in the background. ‘Or will you actually cry with a musical about fonding fathers as your sobbing yam?’
‘Scram you inconsiderate jerks! Let me be in my feels for once!’ You yell back but he continued knocking not letting up, you are certain tomorrow you will get yet another complaint from your neighbors.
‘Nuh-ih, last time we did, you disappeared for 48 hours and we had to organize a search for you! Only to find you taking a nap at a damn cat cafe next town over!’
‘Girl, get your ass in here, someone just texted me that someone we know so well will be at the party!’ Eun-bi’s screeching came to half so she can pass on the message of someone you probably don’t know the name of.
Pitter of your feet moving rapidly against the wooden floor is heard before your door is slammed open by your own hand. ‘You are totally lying, he is busy with work.’
Seungkwan jumped a step back at your sudden entrance. ‘First off, that's a bit creepy to know and second, that’s what got you out and not your worried best friend of years?’
‘Shh, you jerk. He told me, we were supposed to meet tomorrow for an assignment he offered to help me with, but he cancelled.’ You press your pointed finger against his mouth and you have a sense of decency not to laugh in his face for how funny he looks paused.
‘That’s tomorrow’ Hansol butts in, his head poking out the corner of the hallway and he has some sticky yellow on his face.’ And I am like 80% sure he is at the party tonight. Jun told me today that they were going out and asked me to come.’
‘How do you even know him…that doesn’t matter, it actually added salt to my injury considering he found a party more important than meeting with me, so I was the one who got cancelled.’
‘Maybe hanging out with friends is more fun than work? Come on, he has been helping out for a while now and you still haven’t asked him out. He probably wants to relax if he is busy with actual work?’ Hansol continues on, in stepping fully instead of hovering and you can see that he is wearing an apron smudged in something pink and smells of fruit and cleaning supplies.
‘Well it is awkward to ask him out while he is talking about music history…and he gets so concentrated that I feel guilty if I have to interrupt him with actually important questions. Imagine if I asked him out and he just totally ignored me, I would bury myself and pass away in shame.’
‘Well…come to the party and ask him out then! The atmosphere would be more relaxed and you can easily woo him away somewhere more private.’ Seunkgwan buts in, pulling your hand off his face and you are surprised he didn’t do it sooner.
‘Yeah, what he said.’ Hansol added in and turned back into the kitchen.
‘But but I lost my lucky charm. What if I embarrass myself or even worse I get hit by a truck.’
‘I think you will be just fine, no need to write your obituary just yet.’ Eun-bi says tapping your back in what should be a comforting manner but it was making you cough your life out with her strength.
While you pick yourself up from the unsuccessful assisation attempt you hear Hansol's voice from the kitchen. ‘I think I failed…’
‘How do you even manage to fail to make a less than ten steps cocktail?’
The rest of the day moves like a movie slideshow with an obnoxious playlist of musical songs and kpop girl groups that were popular more than a decade ago. You nod your head when asked for opinions on what to wear and drown the tequila shots that are being poured as the night approaches,chewing on some passion fruit that was supposed to be a cocktail ingredient pretending you weren’t praying to every deity you remembered existed.
You try to ignore the nagging feeling that something will go wrong and get ready, placing a bit more care then you would want to admit, wanting to bring the good kind of attention to yourself in hope you ‘accidentally bump’ into Jihoon. Going for that suffering artist that definitely didn’t want to be hare, right. As if looking good would bring luck to your side.
And as your phone rests on the sticky kitchen table you almost miss the notification sound from the bickering that was happening between Vernon and Seungkwan over who knows what. It was him, once again texting first and your eyes widened in shock as you read the preview of the message, mouth parting as you shake your head and drown down another shot before you actually open the message bubble. Fingers shaking as you write the response.
