cw somnophilia, dubcon (characters are in an established relationship)
your breath comes out short. your nose is pressed into your pillow, your fingers slowly but firmly grasping onto the sheets beneath you. there's a pressure at the back of your head, though not in the sense of an impending migraine, but a physical force that is actually pushing your face into your pillow, muffling your slow whimpers.
a stir in your stomach. something is brushing against your lower body parts, your duvet no longer draping on you, something else taking its place. it pounds into you rhythmically, egging on your whimpers and turning into sweet moans soonyoung enjoys very much.
"took you so long to wake up, love," he whispers, hot breath brushing against your ear. "put my load in you so many times without seeing those pretty eyes of yours."
your mind is clouded with half-awake haze and pleasure from being stimulated. soonyoung presses kisses to your face, shoulders, and neck, taking no pauses until he feels your tight cunt clenching around his cock, your legs shaking beneath him.
After a long day at work you couldn’t wait to kick your shoes off and relax. Your body shifted as the bus drove along its usual route. You started thinking about your wonderful boyfriend, Sunghoon. He had texted you earlier that day that he had a couple days off, so he would be coming over. You wondered what you guys were gonna do. You absolutely loved Sunghoon but dating an idol could have its difficulties. There were many things you guys couldn’t do that normal couples did because of his career. But that didn’t stop you two. After a little bit the bus was at your stop. You thanked the bus driver and walked to your apartment.
You punch in the numbers in your keypad. You open the door and take your shoes off. You make your way to your bedroom to change into more comfy clothes. You plop down on the couch and sigh. Finally peace and quiet. You were so tired, that you drifted off to sleep without even realizing it.
You wake up to the sounds of your keypad. You stretch your arms and realize it Sunghoon. “Hey Y/N.” You hear him say from the doorway. “Hey, I’m in the living room.” You reply. When Sunghoon comes in, you back in turned because you were putting something away. You turn around, “I miss-…AHHHHH!!” You cover your mouth. Sunghoon stands confused, “What’s wrong?” Your eyes are widened and you’re completely stunned. “Oh my gosh…who are you and what have you done with my Hoonie?” You say. “I’m right here.” He says. Then he remembers he dyed his hair, “Is it the hair?” He says pointing to his head. You smile and decide to tease him a little, “Have you seen him, he’s about this tall, eyes like a dream, smile that melts your heart, hair as dark as the midnight sky?”
Sunghoon smiles when he realizes what you’re doing. “It’s me. Do you like it?” You nod and sit him down. You stand in front of him, “But are you sure you’re my Hoon?” He pouts cutely, “Yesss…” You seat yourself next to him. You stare at him. “What?” Sunghoon asks. “You know I didn’t think you could get even more handsome.” Sunghoon blushes. “But a little warning would have been nice. I mean…I was just visually attacked.” “Stoppp…” He says shyly.
info: wonwoo/reader, angst, g
word ct: 800 | warnings: none
summary: things said at 2am between two best friends
note: this is 99% a text fic, there's some actual writing at the end lol, totally get it if this isn't your thing
YN 01:57: hey, you up?
WW 01:57: i'm always up
WW 01:57: why what’s going on
WW 01:58: what’s wrong
YN 1:58: why does something have to be wrong for me to text you?
YN 1:59: can’t a girl text her best friend?
WW 1:59: sure
WW 2:00: but it’s almost 2am and you have class in 6 hrs
WW 2:00: okay now it’s actually 2am
WW 2:00: spill it
YN 2:00: maybe i just wanted to talk to you
WW 2:00: yeah right
WW 2:00: sure
YN 2:01: okay fine
YN 2:01: you caught me
YN 2:01: I can’t sleep
WW 2:01: i assumed that much
YN 2:02: brat
YN 2:02: just keep me company
YN 2:05: you’re bad at this
WW 2:06: i'm sorry that i’m up because i’m actually busy
WW 2:06: some of us have deadlines
YN 2:07: so do I
YN 2:07: but I can’t sleep so here I am
YN 2:08: you’re my best friend
YN 2:08: don’t leave me hanging
YN 2:08: in my hour of need
WW 2:08: only if u tell me what’s wrong
YN 2:09: I told you
YN 2:09: I can’t sleep
YN 2:10: got four eyes and you still can’t see shit
WW 2:10: and why can't you sleep?
YN 2:10: the usual
WW 2:11: that's not ominous at all
WW 2:11: or descriptive
WW 2:12: c'mon
WW 2:13: tell your ol buddy wonu what’s wrong
WW 2:18: preferably before i die of old age
WW 2:20: but you’ll die first because you’re older
YN 2:21: I WAS TYPING YOU BRAT
YN 2:22: fine
YN 2:22: I’ll do this is short bursts
YN 2:22: since you’re so impatient
YN 2:22: you know your friend mingyu?
WW 2:23: the one i produced my last album with?
WW 2:24: never heard of him
YN 2:25: don’t you get smart with me
WW 2:25: i am smart
YN 2:26: A N Y W A Y S
YN 2:27: so
YN 2:27: we have music theory together
WW 2:27: since when do you take music theory?
YN 2:28: since when are you my mother????
YN 2:28: it’s none of your damn business wonu!!!
WW 2:28: you’re the lit student taking music theory
YN 2:28: A N Y W A Y S
YN 2:29: so he asked me out
YN 2:29: and it’s been driving me crazy
YN 2:29: because I like him
YN 2:29: and he’s super funny and sweet
YN 2:29: but he’s also like
YN 2:29: stupid popular
YN 2:30: as my best friend
YN 2:30: I was hoping to get your insight?
YN 2:30: like
YN 2:30: do I have a shot??
YN 2:31: because I do not want to get my heart shattered
YN 2:33: wonu?
YN 2:39: are you still there???
WW 2:39: yeah sorry
WW 2:39: got distracted
WW 2:40: i say go for it
WW 2:40: he's a pretty cool guy
YN 2:41: are you sure?
Wonwoo’s thumb hovered over his screen hesitantly, his body practically trembling with anxiety. The blue SEND button was tempting him, his unsent message screaming to be shared. His increasingly exhausted mind and rapidly decreasing restraint made him almost do something that he’d regret instantly. Like letting the past five years of repressed feelings bubble past the surface.
No, don’t go out with him, because I love you. I love you so much. I’ve loved you since the moment we were partnered to dissect that pig in high school. I love you because you don’t care that I’m not smooth, that I say stupid stuff like that and you actually laugh. You don’t mind staying up with me all night, or even listening to the first stages of my mixtape. You’re honestly the one person in the world that I feel completely comfortable being myself around, and I don’t think I’ll meet anyone else like you. I love you, please say no. Please turn him down. Please give me a chance.
WW 2:43: totally
WW 2:43: you’ll get along great
WW 2:44: have fun with him
YN 2:44: you’re the best
YN 2:45: thank you!
WW 2:45: no problem
WW 2:45: now go to bed
WW 2:46: i don’t want to hear about how exhausted you are all day
YN 2:47: deal!
YN 2:47: I don’t know what I’d do without you wonwoo
YN 2:47: love you!
YN 2:48: goodnight!
With tears streaming down his face, Wonwoo threw his phone across the room in anguish.
summary: Peter's warm and comfortable. That's all that really matters to him.
When the bell rings, Peter spends a total of three minutes gathering his things and saying goodbye to Ned before he rushes down the school's front steps.
He's expecting the sleek, black townhouse car Happy usually drives to pick him up on Fridays. What Peter is not expecting, however, is to find one Tony Stark standing by the car door, waving a hand as soon as he has spotted Peter.
"Petey! Let's get a move on, kiddo. Got the lab and movies waiting for us back at the tower," Tony yells out, stashing his phone in his pocket as he starts to walk forward.
There are hundreds of eyes on him now and Peter rushes down the steps, jumping right over Flash's outstretched foot so he can make it to Tony in record time. He grabs the older man by his sleeve and tries to pull him towards the car, groaning when Tony digs his feet in.
"Hey, Pete, no hug?" Tony laughs, clapping a hand on Peter's shoulder.
Peter's gaze darts around them, taking stock of all the other students and parents in the drop-off area who are staring at them. He sighs and quickly darts in, wrapping his arms around Tony's waist in what he won't admit is a practiced movement. Tony immediately engulfs him in his embrace before Peter can pull back and thumps his back twice.
By the time the hug is done, Peter is flushing all the way down to his neck and his voice is shaking. Tony must have had his fill of torturing Peter today because he takes mercy on him by opening the car door and ushering Peter inside. Peter watches him slide easily into the car after him and waits until the door has shut before he tugs his backpack off and turns to level a weak glare at his mentor.
"Hi, Happy," Peter murmurs loud enough for Happy to pick up from the driver's seat.
"Hey, kid," is all Happy says before the partition is sliding up and Peter is left with Tony smiling at him like he has never done anything in his life ever to make Peter's a living hell.
"Mr. Stark, you didn't have to come all the way out here, you know," Peter says when the silence continues.
Tony only smiles, leaning back in his seat as Happy pulls away from the curb. "Your aunt called me yesterday to say the school was threatening you with suspension for lying about having a Stark internship. So, I went and had a little chit-chat with your principle. You should be getting a public apology come lunchtime on Monday, by the way, so dress nicely."
Peter rubs a hand over his face and sighs, "Mr. Stark, you didn't have to do that either."
"'Course I did, Pete. Can't have my favorite intern being called a liar and getting kicked out of school because of me."
"I'm your only intern."
"Exactly!" Tony exclaims with a clap of his hands, grinning like Peter solved a particularly nasty math problem he himself has been mulling over for a while. "Anyway, kid, I was bound to find out on my own. Karen would have informed me of you inevitably going out as Spider-Man when you should be in school instead."
Peter shakes his head and sits back in his seat, grinning to himself as Tony begins to pet his hair. "Alright, yeah. I guess that's fair, Mr. Stark."
"Call me Tony, kid. We've been over this before," Tony says, a soft smile on his face.
"Okay," Peter replies, grinning as he turns to look out the window instead of meeting Tony's gaze. "Whatever you say, Mr. Stark."
Tony groans dramatically and falls across the seats, earning a giggle for all his trouble.
"You know, for someone who has forced me to watch this more times than I can count, I'm still baffled by the fact that you called this an 'old movie' before," Tony mutters, adjusting the blanket wrapped around their shoulders.
Peter shrugs, his face slowly flushing. "I know it's not old, but I didn't want you to think I'm a nerd either, Mr. Stark."
Tony laughs, running a hand through Peter's hair when he has calmed down. "Kid, we're way past that point. You're a mega ultra nerd, but so am I."
"Yeah, but you're a cool nerd. I'm just a spider nerd," Peter replies, tilting his head in thought as he continues to watch the movie. "Huh, maybe I should have gone with Spider-Nerd instead."
"We could still coin that, if you'd like," Tony hums, combing his fingers through Peter's curls.
The movie is practically forgotten by now, but Peter doesn't lament that fact. Tony scratches his nails lightly across Peter's scalp and chuckles when Peter turns his head then tucks in his legs until his feet are under Tony's thigh. Peter fixes their blanket so it's wrapped tight around both of them and buries his face into his mentor's shoulder.
"I like Spider-Man better, but whatever makes you happy, Dad," Peter mumbles, feeling warm and sleepy all of a sudden.
Peter can feel Tony pause as he probably gauges Peter's response to his own words. Peter has slipped up and called him Dad a total of five times now and each time, he would immediately flee and ignore Tony for a few hours until he returned with his head hung low. Tony most likely understands why Peter would feel embarrassed and a tiny bit shameful about it, considering what happened to his biological parents and then to his Uncle Ben. But Tony hasn't said anything to make him feel bad about the slip up either, so it's practically a win-win if you ask Peter.
(Just don't ask Peter because he will panic and flail about it like his life depends on it.)
Tony continues to play with his hair when he realizes that Peter's posture and body language haven't changed and holds him tighter in his embrace. Peter allows himself to fully relax and closes his eyes.
He's warm and comfortable here in the safe hold of his mentor. That's all that really matters to Peter in the long run.
a fluffy moment where you enjoy the night sky with boyfriend!jihoon
745 words
(WARNINGS: nothing, just a whole bunch of super cringy cheeeeese)
Your fingers gripped at the gear on the side of the telescope, decreasing the distance of spatial view it seemed you were always limited to. The eye that remained open and peering through the thick lens roamed around, fingers curling into your palms as a luminescent ray whipped through your line of sight, fading away as quickly as it appeared. “Hey!” you snapped around, attention lingering on your boyfriend with wide eyes and a grin tugging at the corners of your lips.
“You saw that right?” You raised an arm, pointing toward the gigantic expanse of seemingly nothingness, tracing the trail that the flash previously followed.
“How could I not? You specifically told me not to look away,” Jihoon snarked, stretching his arms into a backward lean, lips curling at the excitement plastered across your expression.
“Wasn’t it just beautiful, Jihoon?” A breath flew from your lungs, shoulders dropping as you returned your gaze to the sky, fixating on the bright sphere staring back at you.
“Breathtakingly,” he breathed, admiring the reflection of each star in the breadth of your eyes, lauding at the shimmer that Luna’s light graced upon your skin and the complacent expression adorning itself over you.
Jutting out your lower lip, you swiftly dropped down onto the grass-stained blanket beside Jihoon, head taking refuge on his ever-so-welcoming shoulder while an arm draped itself around your torso simultaneously. Fingers lacing with those of Jihoon’s other hand, eyes scanning from the easily spotted constellations like the dippers and Orion to your joined hands, you released a sigh.
“Hm? What’s wrong?” the male to your side craned his neck forward, brow raised and tongue perched between teeth.
“Just,” your teeth grazed over your lower lip and lifting your head, you peered at your boyfriend. “What if there are other people out there? You think they know about us, even though we don’t about them?”
“I think that’s more up to you to consider: to decide whether or not you believe there are or not.”
“Well, what do you think?” you searched his face for any detection of an answer, leaning closer as his lips parted from one another.
Jihoon retracted his arm from you and reached out, extending his palm and waving his limb in the air, across the width of the sky before him. “There’s so much room out there, [Y/N], how can there not be something, right?”
His lips pursed, his gaze not retracting for a moment from the sparkling whites of the stars, “It’s… an odd concept to think about, really… You always hear people say we’re the inferior race, but I think there’s something much more advanced than us out there, somewhere.”
A smile graced your lips, Jihoon’s always logical way of thinking showing through his scientific response to your fun question. You adored it, the way his lips scrunched into a pout as he imagined what this other species would look like, would act like.
“What are you picturing in there, Jihoon,” you cooed, tapping the tip of your finger against his temple and earning a soft, breathy chuckle.
“What do you think they’d look like?” He turned his head toward you, avoiding your question for the moment.
“Well,” you snuggled your body against his as the night winds flowed across you. “Sometimes I imagine that there’s some sort of parallel to us, ya’ know? Maybe, far out there, there’s another pair of us; another Jihoon, another [Y/N]...” Looking toward your boyfriend, a flush spread across your cheeks at his enthralled smile which only lit up as he noted your embarrassment.
“I’m sure that’s quite possible.”
“You think the other us could meet each other like this too?”
“I think yes,” Jihoon’s smile was soft, as was the look he gave you; soft and filled with more love than he’s ever shown anyone. “The reason, though, is because… No matter what universe, or how different they are to the us here, we were made for each other.” You felt the stinging prick of tears in your eyes as he continued, your fingers wrapping around the hands he’d placed on both of your cheeks. “No matter how many versions of me there are, I think the only way I could ever find happiness is if I keep finding you, in each and every parallel universe.”
His lips fluttered over yours with the delicately light touch of a feather, “Because I love you more than anything in any universe.”
soonyoung presses you down hard and firm, though it looks like he does it without a hitch. his fingers run as fast as his mouth does, practically ripping your top off while his tongue explores your mouth. it has been far too long since either of you felt this, moans and whimpers of unadulterated pleasure spilling from you like incessant dripping from the kitchen tap.
he growls as he hears your pretty little noises. it fills him and you with sheer adrenaline, animalistic need to feel each other rising. he laments the fact that he’s only heard them through crackly video calls for the past few months or so.
“how many times, baby?” he whispers, pressing a finger, drawing circles against your bundle of nerves through your underwear. “how many times have you come on this bed without me while i was gone?”
you cannot think, yet you manage to grapple for a response to his demanding question. “t-too much, sir.”
soonyoung flips you over, his large palm roaming around your thighs and perky ass. he delights in being able to hold you just as much as you like being held by him.
“i need a number, sweetheart.”
he bends his head down to yours. you can feel his hot breath tickling your nape, cheeks, earlobe.
“i’ll fuck you and make you come as many times as you have without me.”
i’ll hold your body / so you won’t think of anything else
you decide that soonyoung’s bed is the best place to be at all hours of the waking day. what a timely decision to make, because now you’re determined to never leave this spot, his legs caging you in as you lean against his chest as he absentmindedly toys with the hem of your— his— sweater.
soonyoung can tell you’re not in the best mood. he had been greeted with your pout when he swung the door open, and you’d practically slammed yourself into his open arms in greeting and haven’t left them since. his fingers travel down to the band of the sweatpants you hastily tugged on earlier, slightly tickling as it traces the band of the panties underneath them.
your own hand travels to behind you, fingers finding purchase amidst the bristly hairs right on the nape of his neck, him dipping his head down further to catch your lips in a slow, deep kiss that has your knees weak. soonyoung drags the waistband of your sweatpants to your ankles, and you kick them off carelessly.
he runs his finger along the trim of the panties, the tingling of his fingers running along your skin causing your breath to quicken even when he hasn't touched you so much.
"my beautiful baby," he mutters, pressing kisses to your jaw. "so, so beautiful, aren't you? always so needy and good for me.."
his praises are exactly what you need to alleviate your previous stress, sugarcoated words immediately chasing away any and all intrusive thoughts clouding your mind.
he presses two fingers to your clit from the seat of your underpants, spreading the damp spot from how wet your cunt has gotten. his other hand fondles with one of your breasts through the hoodie, emanating a warm feeling in your gut and core.
the hoodie smells like him, his sheets smell like him, the scent of him you've come to know and love fogging your senses and bringing you to heaven.
joshua is rough with you. he’s relentless with the way he treats you, tossing you around on the sheets like some malleable doll or toy. his lips burn and carve spots all over your body, muttering filthy praises that only get you wetter and more desperate for him to finally fuck you.
jeonghan however, brings heaven’s cloud to you, tongue dripping with honey. his soft caresses feel feather light against your skin. even the way he fucks into your mouth is in no way intended to harm you, or to bring discomfort to you.
it’s your duty to make sure they balance each other out well.
“look at her, so needy. she needs to be stuffed full so she can shut up. how pitiful.” joshua bites out, cock slipping into your pussy for the third time that night. you hadn’t even broken too many rules, but joshua is relentless when it comes to tolerance. “if you wanted our attention you could’ve just used your words like the big girl you are, sweetheart.”
you can barely apologise or respond to anything with the speed he fucks into you, losing the strength in your arms holding you up so quickly you sink into the plush sheets. jeonghan catches you, pressing butterfly kisses onto your cheeks, shoulders, and collarbones, mumbling how you’re taking joshua’s cock so well, being the perfect angel for the both of them, coming undone and untouched so beautifully for them.
