Daisy-May

AsPiRiNg AuThOr ✍️

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apparently when u have 2 meltdowns in 1 day you forget how to write a basic interaction between characters

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i say i’m gonna post my oneshot soon then i play roblox and avoid google docs like the plague 💀

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LMAO so i haven’t written anything in over a week lowkey but next week i’ll get back on it lol

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i say i’m gonna post my oneshot soon then i play roblox and avoid google docs like the plague 💀

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DOCTOR'S ORDERS ── choi su-bong (thanos)

.ᐟ. ✦ SUMMARY: thanos gets into a fight and you're there to patch him up but when night comes it's his turn to play doctor .ᐟ. ✦ WARNINGS: 18+, mdni. fingering, orgasm denial, dirty talk. mentions of blood, attempted murder, usual squid game stuff. swearing. .ᐟ. ✦ WC: 2.2k .ᐟ . ✦AUTHORS NOTE: back at it with another thanos fic. this was a request i got a while ago!! pls forgive any mistakes. its late, i'm tired and its so stupid hot here rn in the uk i forgot how to function.

This wasn’t what you had signed up for.

The allure of money had been so strong that you had willingly put yourself in danger. This, however, wasn’t what you had thought would happen when some random stranger had asked you to play a game of Ddakji with him. Your student debts had been so bad that you hadn’t been thinking properly. The only thought that had been plaguing your mind ever since you had finished your education was paying those bills off so you could live debt free. At that point you would have done anything for some money. But, this? This wasn’t something you could’ve ever thought of even in your worst nightmares. Children’s games where you played to the death. Blood and death surrounded you at every corner in this place. You would think being a nurse and working in a hospital would have helped you be used to it but this was too much. So unnecessary. These people hadn’t been in some accident or suffering from some illness, they were being killed for losing a game. It was monstrous.

The only thing you could do to keep yourself from falling into a pit of despair was focus on helping the people who needed it. Those who had managed to injure themselves whether it was in a game or in one of the many fights that seemed to happen around you. That gave you a purpose, a reason to shut your mind off and rely on what you knew. The limited resources hindered you a lot but you were creative, you could make use of just about anything. So far, there hadn’t been anything too serious. A few cuts, a sprained ankle, maybe even a concussion. Those were easy to treat. Easy but a distraction for your addled mind.

“There’s a fight in the bathroom,” you heard one of the guards saying, a few of them rushing in that direction.

Good. That would be a very welcome distraction right now as you looked around at the dwindled number of contestants left.

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Subong had MG Coin pinned under him, his hands wrapped around his throat as he tried to drain the life out of him. It was all he’d wanted to do since the moment he had laid eyes on him in this place. That fucker had screwed him out of all of his money, leaving him in so much debt that had ruined his life. Sure, it wouldn’t help get his money back but it would feel so good. What Subong hadn’t realised was that the man beneath him had swiped one of the forks they’d got with their dinner earlier. The fighting around them was loud but Subong wasn’t paying it any attention, solely focused on the man he hated more than anything in the world. He didn’t even hear it when the guards came rushing in breaking things up.

He did feel when Myunggi drove the fork into his shoulder, letting out a loud yelp. Before he could even register what was happening, he was pulled up to his feet by his collar, a guard basically dragging him back into the main room. The fork was pulled from his shoulder without a care in the world from the guard, a wince of pain shooting through Subong, his hand automatically moving to cover the wound.

He scanned the room, eyes landing on the one person he knew would be able to help him. You.

Subong had taken an instant liking to you. Maybe it was how vulnerable you seemed to be – something he had lost a long time ago. Seeing how caring you were, how you seemed to put others before yourself, that was something he admired even if he would never say it out loud. At any opportunity he could, he would find himself seeking you out. Of course, he couldn’t help himself and ended up flirting with you at every opening. You never seemed to mind. He was pretty sure he’d caught you blushing a few times. Long strides took him to you. He cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Senorita,” he winced as pain shot through his shoulder. “Could do with a bit of your magic touch here.”

Your eyes shot up to him. “Sit.”

He obeyed immediately, sitting down on the bunk next to you. Finally, he removed his hand from where he’d been stabbed, his palm covered in blood. “Well, shit, that ain’t good.”

“What happened?” You questioned. Without you even having to ask him, he removed his jacket so you could get a better look at the wound. You carefully examined it, your fingers pressing around the wound to see where it was tender. Using some toilet paper you’d swiped from the bathroom earlier, you wiped away some of the blood. “Can you rip a bit of your shirt off so I can tie it around to stop the bleeding?”

He hesitated for a moment but it didn’t last too long as he ripped off a scrap of fabric from the shirt. It was flimsy material, coming away easily. He handed it to you, watching as you got to work wrapping it around his arm. “MG Fucker stabbed me with a fork. Barely missed my throat. Could’ve been a goner.”

He was laying it on thick which only caused you to smile, your fingers working to tighten the fabric around his arm, hoping that it would help. There wasn’t much you could really do but staunching the bleeding would help a lot. Hopefully it would only be another day or two before you got out of here. “Mhm, I’m sure. Just be careful, okay?”

“Aww, look at you, caring about me and shit. So sweet,” he grinned, trying his best to put on a brave face even if his shoulder was killing him.

“Take it easy for the rest of the night, okay? No more fights.”

“Whatever you say, Senorita.”

“I mean it, Subong. I’ll be watching you.”

“I’ll make sure to be extra sexy then just for you.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling away to see you’d managed to cover the wound. “There’s not much else I can do for you now but if you can, try and wash it in the morning. If it’s still bleeding, come back and see me.”

“I owe you one, Doc.”

“Nurse.”

“Yeah, yeah. Still owe you one either way.”

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As night fell, you could hear your fellow contestants snoring or even talking in their sleep but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t close your eyes. After an hour (or so you guessed; time in this place was funny) of tossing and turning, you gave up. A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you stared up at the bunk above you. It was so baffling to you how easily people could sleep in a place like this but people dealt with things differently. When you had nothing to occupy your mind, all the events you’d witnessed over the last few days ran through your mind. It was a real life horror story, one where your life was on the line. Tomorrow could be your last day for all you knew.

“Psst, Senorita, you awake?” A familiar voice whispered. You turned your head to see Subong crouching beside your bed. “Budge up, let me in.”

You shuffled up in the small bed, giving him room to slide in. He pulled the blankets back over you both, settling in beside you. “What’re you doing?”

“Couldn’t sleep and I figured you couldn’t either so… why not not sleep together?” There was a mischievous glint in his eye, accompanied by his hand slowly sliding up your thigh. 

“Again, what are you doing?” You whispered, biting at your bottom lip. During the night, you opted to sleep in your underwear and the shirt they gave you so he had full access to your lower half much to his delight.

“I said I owe you one, remember? And, you seem like you could use a distraction,” he hand slid higher and higher, fingers skimming over the fabric of your panties. “So, you can tell me to stop or I can keep going.”

It had been a while and little distraction would stop your mind from falling into dark thoughts so you nodded. That was all the permission he needed. His fingers ran along your panties. Slowly, tortuously. You bit your lower lip, focusing on the sensation of his teasing fingers. It felt nice. You could already feel yourself getting turned on. “Keep going.”

“That’s what I like to hear, Senorita,” he whispered in your ear, his lips finding their place against the skin of your neck, peppering it with open mouthed kisses while his fingers teased you through panties. “Gonna get you nice and wet for me. Repay you for being real kind to me.”

You felt his teeth nip at your neck, an involuntary moan passing your lips. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was working. When he was sure he had teased you enough, he used his fingers to push your panties to the side, running one of his long fingers along your slit. He rubbed his fingers up and down, gathering your slick as his thumb found your clit. He added the slightest bit of pressure as he began to rub slow, lazy circles against the sensitive bud. When he heard you gasp, he increased his pace, his fingers moving faster.

“You like that, baby? Yeah, you do,” he nipped at your neck. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

Your hips bucked up into his hand craving more. He was playing you like a fiddle, pulling all your strings taut but never giving you what you wanted. You whimpered. “Your fingers. Please.”

“That’s a good girl,” he claimed your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth. His fingers slid lower until they were at your entrance. He didn’t dive in straight away. He circled you, teasing you, dipping just the tip of his finger inside and pulling it back out to run up along your folds. He repeated the motion until you were a begging mess. That’s when he caved, easing a finger inside of you with ease. He pumped it slowly at first just to torture you before he joined it with a second one.

“Look at you,” he whispered gruffly in your ear. “Begging me to fuck you with my fingers surrounded by all these people. Such a dirty girl.”

He thrust his fingers faster, all the while his thumb was still playing with your clit. He couldn’t help himself, the way your face contorted, the breathy, quiet moans leaving your lips was fueling him. He loved to tease, to bring you to the edge. When he felt your walls clamping down around his fingers, he’d slow down, easing up then pick it back up, never letting you feel your sweet release. “Nuh-uh. Not yet. You can cum when I say so. You look so pretty right now. All flushed and frustrated. Bet you wish it was my cock inside you, don’t you?”

A curl of his fingers had you seeing stars, your fingers gripping the sheet below you. “Yes!”

“Don’t worry, Senorita. When we get out of here, I’ll make sure to fuck you so good you won’t even remember this place. You’ll only ever be able to think of me.”

He was done teasing now, his own arousal becoming too hard to ignore. His pants tightened, his cock rock hard as he pressed against you. He was a man on a mission now. He had to see you finish, had to feel you lose control. He sped up his fingers, plunging into you as hard as he could, curling his fingers inside you with each thrust. You felt it, your release approaching yet again.

“Please, please,” you babbled.

“Shh, Senorita, you wouldn’t want anyone to find out what a naughty little nurse you really are, would you?” He said, teasingly nipping at your lower lip. “But, since you asked so nicely, cum for me.”

That was all the permission you needed. Your hips met the thrust of his fingers, the pad of his thumb against your clit sending you over the edge. Your eyes squeezed shut, one of your hands moving to cover the moan you made as you came all over his fingers. He slowed his movements as he worked you through it, a smirk on his face as he watched you lose control.

“Fuck,” you breathed out heavily, chest rising and falling. 

“You’re welcome,” he smirked, pulling his fingers from you. Subong being Subong made a show of licking his fingers clean, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. 

“I didn’t say thank you.”

“Nah but you wanted to.”

You rolled your eyes at him, finally feeling that familiar pull of sleep now that some of the tension had been eased. “Stay?”

He hesitated for a brief moment before nodding, settling in beside you. He loosely wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him. “Sure.” There was a pause before he spoke again. “I meant it, by the way. We get out of here and I’m fucking you until you can’t remember a dman thing about this shithole.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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you have no idea how happy this made me

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"WE ARE COMFORTABLE"

pairing : choi seunghyun x f!reader (established marriage).

contents : slightly angsty fluff

synopsis : seunghyun reassures you during your pregnancy.

word count : 860

a/n : I was inspired by this twitter thread and I just had to get this scenario out of my mind……… pmdd havers (me included) may relate to some of the feelings mentionned so beware!!!!!! also finally having the courage to post something 😭😭

The velvet curtains were drawn tight, but the afternoon light still leaked around the edges, making the dust motes dance in the dark. The bedroom smelled heavy—stuffy heat, a hint of leftover chamomile tea, and the woody bite of Seunghyun’s cologne. You were buried so deep under a mountain of duvets that you were pretty sure you looked like a discarded pile of laundry. Good. It was the only place you didn’t have to look at yourself.

Lately, your body hadn't felt like yours at all.

You expected the physical changes, but you hadn't expected the dark, pre-period mood swings to just... stretch out and flatten you into a permanent, crushing weight. It made you feel entirely useless. Especially to him. The thought that you were just a drain on his life kept looping in your head like a broken record. You kept your mouth shut, biting the inside of your cheek until it bled, terrified that saying it out loud would make it a reality.

A sudden wave of nausea rolled through your stomach, immediately followed by a sharp, heavy pressure on your bladder.

Great. You needed the bathroom. It was only fifteen feet away, but staring at the sliver of light under the door, it might as well have been a marathon. Your joints ached with a dull throb, and your skin felt stretched so tight across your stomach that it actively itched. Just the thought of throwing off the blankets and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed made your throat tighten.

Your heart started doing that fast, shallow flutter, a sudden wave of heat rushing straight to your face. You felt entirely paralyzed by fifteen feet of flooring.

The mattress groaned, dipping low as Seunghyun sat down on the edge. He brought the crisp, cold air of the downstairs with him, cutting through the suffocating heat of your blanket fortress. He’d been down in his studio for hours—you’d heard the faint, repetitive thud of the bass line humming through the floorboards—giving you the stubborn space you’d demanded.

But he always came back. He never stayed away long when you got like this.

He didn't try to rip the covers off. He just found your shoulder through the thick duvet, his thumb digging into the tense muscle there.

"You've been under there since noon," his voice rumbled, low and gravelly in the quiet room. "Are you breathing in there, or did you turn to stone?"

You pulled the blanket tighter, barely letting your eyes peek out. "Don't look at me, Seunghyun. Go back downstairs."

He let out a soft huff—half a laugh, half a sigh—and leaned closer. The sharp, intimidating lines of his face softened. "Why would I do that? It's boring downstairs."

"I’m a mess," you whispered, tears immediately stinging your eyes. God, you hated how easily you cried now. "I'm huge. I feel disgusting. I spent the morning throwing up, my face is swollen, and I just... I can't." you said as you covered yourself again.

Seunghyun didn't offer some empty, cliché reassurance. Instead, he reached for the edge of the duvet and firmly pulled it down past your shoulders. The rush of cool air made you shiver, and you instinctively grabbed for the fabric to hide again, but his hands caught your wrists first.

They were large, warm, and completely swallowed yours. He didn't squeeze, but he held them steady against the mattress until you stopped resisting. He just looked at you, taking in the dark circles, the messy hair, and the way your oversized shirt stretched tight across your stomach. There wasn't a trace of judgment in his face—just quiet, intense focus.

"Look at me," he murmured, waiting until you finally blinked past the tears. "You think because your body is changing, it's not beautiful? You think I only care about perfect lines?"

He let go of your wrists, his thumb tracing a rough line down your wet cheek before his palm came to rest flat against your belly. It was warm and solid.

"The most beautiful things aren't perfect," he said, his hand staying still, anchoring you. "They have texture. They have weight. You're making a person, of course it’s heavy. There’s nothing ugly about that. I’ve never cared about perfect lines anyway—I just want you."

He leaned down, resting his forehead right against yours, completely ignoring the messy tear tracks on your skin. "We are comfortable, so we get fat," he muttered against your skin, quoting his lyrics in that low, deadpan rasp. The corners of his eyes crinkled. "Remember? I wrote it down. It means we're safe."

A ragged, half-strangled laugh caught in your throat, turning into a small sob. Leave it to him to bring up an old music video line when you were sweating under a pile of blankets. The dark cloud didn't magically clear up—the heavy, hormonal ache was still very much there—but the solid weight of him leaning against you seemed to stop the panic from spinning out of control.

"I need to use the bathroom," you admitted, shifting uncomfortably as your bladder twinged again. "But everything hurts."

"Okay," he said, shifting back. "Let's go."

He didn't ask if you could manage it. He just slid one arm under your back and the other beneath your knees, pausing for a second to get his footing before lifting you off the mattress. You buried your face into his neck, holding on tight as he carried you across the room, his steps heavy but steady on the floorboards.

When he set you down, he kept his hands firmly on your waist, waiting until your aching joints locked and you actually had your balance. He brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his eyes searching yours.

"Take your time," Seunghyun said, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. He stepped back just enough to give you privacy, but his back stayed planted firmly against the doorframe, waiting. "I’ll carry you back."

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genuine question: how do y’all fanfic writers get it done so quick? whenever i write, i always feel like it HAS to be perfect otherwise i just can’t keep writing anything 💔

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guess who’s still only 900 words into her fanfic 🙋‍♀️

(it’s coming soon whether I like it or not)

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Can people please stop posting top’s membership content everywhere 😭

(it’s okay if you didn’t know but he has asked kindly for us to stop. i swear i’m not tryna be rude about it 🙏)

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FLOWER ROAD: PEACH ── choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

.ᐟ. ✦ SUMMARY: seunghyun spends the night looking after you before he has to leave for a week. .ᐟ. ✦ WARNINGS: nada! just a lot of fluff. .ᐟ. ✦ WC: 1.7k .ᐟ . ✦AUTHORS NOTE: i've really tried to go for a slow burnish thing here. just two people getting to know each other and slowly fall in love y'know so hopefully its paying off. the last chapters have been so heavy but this one is fluff central!!

FLOWER ROAD MASTERLIST

PEACH ROSES – a sense of heartfelt sincerity, quiet romance and appreciation. Their warm, understated tones reflect gratitude, making them a perfect symbol of the deep, unspoken understanding that binds two souls together. 

“Here we go! One large pepperoni pizza and some Pocari Sweat. We’ll get rid of that migraine in no time,” Seunghyun said with a smile as he stepped into your apartment. He caught sight of you, laying on your couch, blanket wrapped tightly around you. The lights were dim, your face buried deep into the blankets with just your eyes peeping out over at him.

“Thank you,” you said, your words muffled by the blanket. “It’s probably the lights in the store. I don’t know how I managed to make it through the day. This is hell. Keeping my eyes open is like living torture right now.”

Seunghyun placed the pizza and drinks down on the coffee table, frowning as he looked at you. “Have you taken anything? Let me get you a cold compress.”

He wasted no time, heading towards your bathroom. There was a washcloth by the sink so he made sure to get the water nice and cold, soaking the cloth in it, wringing it out a little before he brought it out to you. He motioned for you to lift your head up. Once you did, he sidled in where your head had previously been, sitting down and gently resting your head in his lap. The cold cloth was laid across your forehead, a sigh of relief passing through your lips at the contact.

“You didn’t have to do that but to answer your question, yes, I took something about an hour ago,” you replied, getting yourself comfortable again.

“Okay so, you take more in three hours if it’s still this bad.”

“Yes, doctor Choi.”

He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that made you smile despite the pain you were in. Migraines were no joke but when you had someone like Seunghyun taking care of you, it eased things just a little bit. He didn’t have to spend his time sitting here with you when you weren’t the greatest company but he did anyway. Words would never be enough to explain how grateful you were for him.

It had been a few weeks since the night you had told him everything about your dad and life…. and since the awkward kiss. Neither of you had brought it up; acting like it hadn’t even happened like you’d wanted. Seunghyun, however, couldn’t stop thinking about it. That brief press of your soft lips against his replayed over and over in his mind ever since. He couldn’t forget how it felt even if it had barely been seconds of contact. He longed to feel it again, get a proper taste of you but he was too scared to in case he scared you off. Most of his time was spent with you after you had finished work apart from the days he had rehearsals or studio time with the boys. His friends had noticed the change in him. How he would spend ages on his phone, smiling as he texted you. He seemed more at ease, more like himself. Ever since he had met you and broke up with Nina, he finally felt free. Like he could truly be the person he was meant to be. There was nothing holding him back now from seeking his own happiness apart from his own fears.

“Just rest, I’ll be right here.” He couldn’t help himself as he stroked your hair gently, his fingers running across your scalp. He knew he was doing something right when you sighed, your eyes closing shut.

“That feels nice,” you spoke quietly.

“Good.” That was all he said as he watched you drift off.

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When you awoke three hours later, the room was darker, the only light coming from the TV that Seunghyun must have turned on when you were sleeping. As you blinked your eyes open, you noticed the pizza had been opened, two slices eaten. Seunghyun must’ve gotten hungry at some point deciding to treat himself to a few bites but he hadn’t left his position on the couch. He had stayed right where he had been like he’d promised.

“Hey there, sleeping beauty,” he grinned at you, tearing his eyes away from the TV. “Feeling any better?”

“Yeah, a little,” you yawned. Sitting up finally, you stretched your arms out, picking up one of the bottles of Pocari Sweat. It felt so refreshing after your nap. Your head was still pounding but it wasn’t making you feel sick anymore. You eyed the pizza on the table, Seunghyun noticing, nodding his head towards it.

“You should eat. Might help,” he spoke through his own bite of the slice he had in his hand.

So, you grabbed a slice, taking a small bite. It was cold but good. You hadn’t eaten all day so you knew you had to take it easy so you limited yourself to one slice for now. The rest would save for tomorrow if Seunghyun didn’t eat it all. You wouldn’t mind if he did, he paid for it all anyway. You had offered him some money for it but he had turned it down saying it was all on him. The two of you sat, talking comfortably while you watched whatever show Seunghyun had turned on. You weren’t really paying much attention to it, too engrossed in the conversation. Every word that came out of Seunghyun’s mouth was so interesting. He was so intelligent but at the same time he could tell the dumbest joke, making you laugh so hard.

“You’ve never told me what your favourite flower is. You run a flower shop and you’ve sold me many roses but… what’s your actual favourite?” Seunghyun asked. His arm was resting on the back of the couch, his body turned to face you.

“Roses actually. Peach, to be precise. They’re so soft and their meaning is so beautiful.”

“Tell me more.” That was the thing about Seunghyun, he always seemed genuinely interested whenever you spoke. He wasn’t half assing it and just agreeing with you. He asked questions like he really wanted to get to know you. It was refreshing.

“Well, they’re usually a symbol of appreciation and feelings. You know, when you have a crush on someone and you want to tell them without really telling them? I think that’s so beautiful. Flowers can be used to express your feelings without words.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty beautiful.”

His smile sent butterflies flying wild in your stomach. It was so warm, the dimples in his cheek showing fully when he was smiling genuinely. It made him look even more handsome if that was possible. It was hard not to like Choi Seunghyun. Everything about him was so perfect. Though, you were sure if you ever said that to him he would disagree wholeheartedly. From the talks you’d had with him, you’d grown to know that he was very self conscious, he didn’t think highly of himself. You could relate to that. You understood the feeling so completely.

“I’m gonna be gone for a week after tomorrow,” he blurted out. It was like he’d been holding the words in all night, too scared to say them.

“Oh?” You tried not to sound disappointed but you couldn’t help it.

“We have a few shows in Japan. I’d love to bring you along but I know you have the store to look after,” he frowned.

“It’s okay. You go kill it in Japan and I’ll be right here waiting for you to come back.”

“Just remember I’m only a phone call or text away, okay?” He spoke softly, placing his hand gently on top of yours.

And that would be all you’d be able to think about the entire time he was gone.

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The week had gone by so slowly. Tortuously. Seunghyun had called you every day whether that was a voice call or a facetime call – he always made sure he talked to you. But, it wasn’t the same as seeing him in person and having him right beside you. It was true what they said: distance really did make the heart grow fonder. You had missed him more than you’d even care to admit. Not hearing his silly jokes or having him show up on your doorstep with pizza had been sorely missed. You had embarrassingly counted the days down until he returned. Thankfully, he’d be back tomorrow. Just one more day.

You were closing up the shop, checking on the orders for tomorrow to make sure you knew what to prepare when you woke up. As you walked over to close the blinds on the windows, there was a tapping on the door. Your brows furrowed in confusion, cautious steps taken as you moved to open the door.

Your breath caught in your throat as you saw Seunghyun standing there. Black hoodie, glasses on his face and his hair a stylish mess like he’d just hopped right off a flight and straight here. But, the thing you noticed the most was the bouquet of peach roses he held out for you.

“Don’t hate me too much for not buying them from you. Wanted to surprise you,” he held the roses out for you. As you took them, your fingers brushed his sending sparks flying through your whole body.

“I thought you didn’t come back until tomorrow!” You said in disbelief.

“Like I said, I wanted to surprise you and… I wanted to do this.”

He took a step forward, one hand reaching out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing softly across your cheekbone. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, slow kiss. You placed your hand on his bicep, the other still firmly gripping the roses as your lips moved against his. It was dizzying, intoxicating. The way he tasted of his blueberry vape and something uniquely him. Slowly, he pulled back, a smile on that beautiful face of his. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” you whispered.

“Go on a date with me? A real date.” His heart was beating hard against his chest. The possibility that you might turn him down at the forefront of his mind but with the way you were looking at him with those soft eyes, he didn’t have anything to worry about.

“I’d love to.”

“Meet me here tomorrow at 7pm,” he moved his lips up to press a kiss against your forehead before he left, leaving you standing there with a full heart and a smile that you’d be wearing for the rest of the night.

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SPEAK NOW ── choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

.ᐟ. ✦ SUMMARY: you're getting married and seunghyun, as your best friend, just can't let you go through with it. .ᐟ. ✦ WARNINGS: angst, fluff. .ᐟ. ✦ WC: 2.2k .ᐟ . ✦AUTHORS NOTE: i'm back!! big thanks to t-swizzle for the inspo. i've wanted to write this fic for a long time and originally wanted it to be a series but i think i'll probably write one more part to it and leave it at that <3

Seunghyun shouldn't be here. He really shouldn't. As he stood outside, his eyes focused on the church across the street from him, he felt nauseous. The breakfast he'd eaten earlier that morning was threatening to make a comeback. This was the day he had dreaded since the moment you handed him the invitation. There had been a sliver of hope that you wouldn't go through with the wedding, but he knew you better than that. Even if something was bad for you, you'd always try to make the best of it. Most of the time, you didn't even see it. The way that man treated. The way he would belittle you through backhanded compliments and fake smiles. The way he patronised you and laughed at you whenever you made a mistake was just to make you feel small. The way he would talk down to you, as if he were better than you. Seunghyun saw it all, but you never did. The very few times he had brought it up to you, you had brushed it off, saying it was just a joke, that it wasn't meant in a harmful way. But it was. Seunghyun had watched it happen so many times. You deserved better. You had always deserved better. Why couldn't you see that yourself? Why were you settling for Jeremy? Even his name was awful. There were no redeeming qualities about this man.

How could Seunghyun let you marry him?

Not when he was so completely, irrevocably in love with you.

He felt like he was made of stone with the way his feet couldn't even take one step forward. The second he stepped into that church, he would have to put a smile on his face and act like everything was okay when his heart was shattering into pieces. Not just for himself but for you. The future you had with Jeremy was bleak, he could see it from a mile off. Everyone could but you were blinded by what you thought was love. If only Seunghyun had confessed his feelings to you earlier.

It had been six months ago, one drunken night when you had been hanging out having your weekly get-together. Many bottles of wine had been consumed, the two of you lounging about on Seunghyun's couch. His hand had caught yours, lacing your fingers together. The dopey smile on your face had made his heart flutter. The words had come tumbling from his mouth before he could even think. He had spilled his guts to you, telling you how he had been in love with you for years but never thought he was worthy of you. How he knew it was too late but you needed to know. The words you had said were ones he carried with him through every single day.

"If only you had told me this two years ago. Things might have been a lot different."

He had waited too long and now, he had put a strain on your friendship. Others wouldn't be able to notice but Seunghyun did. You had stopped initiating physical contact with him as much; hugs had gotten less and less. And, the thing that hurt him the most was the pitying look in your eyes every time you looked at him. It was like you felt sorry for him and he hated seeing that coming from you.

Finally, as if braving for his most dangerous adventure yet, he strode forward and allowed his feet to carry him inside the church. Immediately he was greeted by chatter -- friends and family sitting down, getting ready for the ceremony. He knew he had a front row seat; it had been reserved for him the second he had RSVP'd. Even if your relationship had been a little strained from his drunken confession, he was still one of the most important people in your life. You had told him he didn't have to come, he had almost taken that out but he couldn't miss it. Even if it killed him.

Just as he was about to walk down the aisle to find his seat, he was dragged down a hallway by one of your friends, pulling you into the room where you were. You were still getting ready, a white hoodie on your body, your hair pinned up. But, your makeup was done and you looked amazing. He could only imagine how amazing you were going to look the second that dress was on your body.

"You're here!" You exclaimed, a wine glass in your hand as you approached him. "I didn't think you would be."

"I said I'd come, didn't I? Can't miss your big day," he forced the words out, hoping they didn't sound too strained.

You tilted your head, looking like you were on the verge of tears. "I don't know what I did to deserve you but I'm so thankful for you."

Seunghyun put it down to the alcohol because he really, genuinely couldn't remember the last time you had hugged him. Your arms wrapped around his body. For a moment, he stood frozen still, unsure what to do with his own arms but soon enough he wrapped them around you. One arm around your back, one of his hands resting on the back of your head as he held you against his body. His heart was pounding against his chest and he hoped to god you couldn't hear it.

"I'm always going to be here. No matter what happens, okay?" He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You pulled away slightly to look up at him. "Thank you."

"Anything for you."

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Seunghyun had been quickly ushered out of the room after that with your bridesmaids insisting you needed to get ready. Now, he was sitting in his seat, his leg bouncing nervously. Jiyong, who was sitting beside him, patted him on the shoulder. No words needed to be said between the two longtime friends. Jiyong knew his oppa better than anyone. All he could do was be there for him, be the moral support that he needed throughout this day that was no doubt torture for him.

Jeremy stood with his best man and groomsmen cracking some joke that they were all laughing obnoxiously at. Seunghyun clenched his fists in his lap. He didn't hate many people but he hated this guy. He would love nothing more than to walk up there and punch him straight in the face but he resisted. That would only upset you and that was the last thing Seunghyun ever wanted.

"He's not worth it," Jiyong muttered from beside him.

"It'd feel good, though," Seunghyun replied.

Jiyong snorted. "Maybe one day but you have to let me be there to watch. I fucking hate that guy."

"You and I both," Seunghyun sighed.

The music played. The music that signalled you were on your way down the aisle. Seunghyun's whole body froze. He couldn't move, couldn't hear anything but the pounding of his heart against his ribcage. When he finally regained function of his own body, he managed to turn and his breath caught in his throat. You looked beautiful. Stunning. Ethereal. Time stood still in that moment, your eyes catching his. You managed a smile at him but he couldn't return it, frozen in spot as he took in just how incredible you looked. You mouthed the words "you okay?" to him to which he managed to nod his head. As you walked past him, you placed your hand on his shoulder. It was a fleeting touch but it made his whole body come alive. He felt like he was on fire, every nerve ending standing tall.

The marriage officiant started their spiel about eternal love and how marriage was sacred. Seunghyun was barely listening. His ears were buzzing, his leg bouncing faster and faster. His palms were sweaty, it was like he wasn't even in control of his own mind and body anymore. This was too much. Far too much. He couldn't watch this. No, he couldn't let you do this. He shuffled in his seat, Jiyong acutely aware of his best friends every move.

"Calm down," he hissed.

But, Seunghyun wasn't really listening to him. Not when the marriage officiant was about to get to the one part he had been dreading the most, especially now his body wasn't even his own anymore.

"If anyone has any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace," the officiant said and those words came to Seunghyun loud and clear.

"Don't you dare," Jiyong's eyes widened as he noticed Seunghyun starting to move.

But, Jiyong's words fell on deaf ears.

Before Seunghyun could even register what he was doing, he was on his feet. The silence in the room was deafening, everyone's eyes turning to him. It was so quiet you'd be able to hear a pin drop. Seunghyun's eyes were solely focused on you.

"Don't," he said, his voice wavering. "Don't marry him."

"Sit down," Jiyong hissed once again, tugging on Seunghyun's sleeve to get him to sit back down.

"You can't marry him, Y/N. You deserve someone who loves you unconditionally, someone who is always going to show up for you and prove to you everyday how thankful they are to have you in your life. This guy," he pointed at Jeremy. "Doesn't even know how lucky he is. He takes you for granted. But... but, I could be that guy for you. I love you. I have been in love with you for so long. I can't sit here and watch you make a mistake like this. I think... I think you're in love with me too but you're too scared to back out of this because you think you can make anything work and I love that about you but please do not throw your future away like this. You deserve happiness, you deserve the whole world. I could give you that. Just... don't do this, please."

The pure emotion in his voice had you frozen in place, you could see the way his hands were shaking, the way he had choked up on those last few words. He hadn't taken his eyes off you once. His words rang through your ears, settling somewhere deep inside you.

"Get this loser out of here!" Jeremy bellowed.

"I'm going," Seunghyun said with as much courage as he could muster, focusing his attention back on you. "Whatever decision you make, I support you but... do not marry this guy."

With that, he scrambled to leave the church with a speed you had never seen from him before. Knowing him, you knew he'd probably be beating himself up about this whole thing. He wasn't the type of person who would do something like this if he didn't mean it. That was what resonated with you the most. Seunghyun hated being perceived outside of his music career so standing up and spilling his feelings like that in front of hundreds of people had taken courage. It was why you were taking everything he had said seriously. All the times he had talked to you about the things Jeremy had done, the way he treated you flashed through your mind.

"Now, where were we?" Jeremy smiled, trying to forget that whole outburst had even happened.

But, you weren't listening to him. Your eyes were still looking at where Seunghyun had walked off.

He was right.

He was right and it had taken you too long to realise.

"I can't do this," you whispered. You felt sick to your stomach but you couldn't marry someone who was wrong for you. Why hadn't you listened before? Why had you let it get this far?

Despite the pleas from Jeremy, you picked the skirts of your dress up and ran as fast as you could back up the aisle and out of the church doors. You gasped for breath as the fresh air hit you, your heart was hammering against your chest so hard you felt like it was about to break out. With frantic eyes, you looked around trying to see if Seunghyun was still around and then you saw him leaning against the wall of the church, hands on his knees as he took in deep breaths.

Your footsteps caught his attention, the noise of your heels clicking against the pavement drawing his head up. His eyes widened. He hadn't expected you to follow him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, panicked.

"Not getting married," you laughed nervously as you took a step closer to him.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"I ruined your big day," he looked back down at the ground, his guilt eating away at him.

"I think you just saved it actually," you said softly, lifting his chin up with your fingers so he'd look at you. Those beautiful brown eyes of his meeting yours once again. "Thank you."

"Are you sure?" He asked. It was quiet, almost a whisper but you could see the faint hint of a smile threatening to break out.

"Yes. Now, get me out of here before they try to drag me back in there," you laughed nervously, holding your hand out for him to take.

There was no hesitation. His hand instantly took yours as he laced your fingers together, a soft smile on his face. "Where to?"

"Anywhere as long as it's with you."

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pairing: b-rabbit x f!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: you thought future was joking when he explained why they called jimmy, b-rabbit.

CW: very short drabble, hookup, pwp, hickeys, unprotected pinv (always wrap it), soft dom jimmy, missionary, aftercare. |lowercase intended|not proofread

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On 8 mile

"shh...be quiet f'me..." his voice a soothing rumble as he gently placed his hand over your mouth, his other arm braced next to your head as his hips rutted against yours. the bed creaked with each roll, your fingers curled into the sheets so tight it's surprising they're not ripping. a choked moan slips past your lips but is muffled by his palm. he leaned his head down, his lips pressing against the soft skin of your neck, nipping gently just to feel your legs tighten around his waist. his pace never seizing as he sucks a hickey under your jaw, then another right above your collar bone. making your back arch as you get closer. your walls fluttering around his length warning him, he replaces his hand—that was over your mouth—with his mouth, his tongue coaxing your lips apart for it to slip in. muffling your whimpers and whines that spill out while his thumb is now rubbing quick tight circles on your clit. the warm coil in your lower belly tightens almost impossibly tight. you cum with a a whimper of his name against his lips, back arching and your gummy walls clench around his hardness. he pulls away from your lips and lets a quiet moan leave his throat as he finishes inside you, warmth filling you to the brim and he actually shudders. collapsing on top of you, a weight you don't mind for now. running your hand through his short brown hair that was always hidden from his beanie.

he eventually gets up and leaves the small room, you sit up and stay sitting in confusion. he comes back with a damp rag and a cold bottle of water, offering the bottle to you with a soft grin, not the cocky one he had on when he was with his friends, this one was genuine. he cleans up the slickness between your thighs and lays down, gathering you up in his arms against his bare chest. pressing kisses on the top of your head and praising you on how good you were for him until you fall asleep. the slow rise and fall of his chest with every breath only lulling you deeper into slumber.

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—𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing - female!reader x eminem

description - you and marshall are just friends with benefits, nothing more. when you get a boyfriend, and break the deal with marshall, you start to wonder who you really have feelings for.

warnings - smut, implied smut, oral sex (f receiving), light angst, Y/n is not the best gf, fluff

word count - 3.7k

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned with pleasure as you felt a sensation of euphoria rake over you.

Marshall collapsed on top of your body and exhaled heavily. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. “Mmm,” he hummed. “So good for me.”

You ran your fingers through his hair and held him close. Despite the tension between you two, it would never be anything romantic. You two were just best friends with benefits, and nothing more. You don’t know why you both did it, it broke so many rules. Like your rule of strictly not getting with your friends like Marshall. Or his rule of not getting with younger women like you. You both agreed that when the other started dating, the deal would be off, and you’d go back to being regular friends.

“Me and my friends are hitting a club tonight." You said, still running your delicate fingers through his hair. “Get some drinks, have fun,” You paused. “Maybe find a cute guy.”

Marshall hummed into your neck, his beard scratching against your neck softly. “Sounds fun. When are you leaving?”

“Just a few hours. Shouldn’t be too long.”

“Well I hope you have a good time.”

“Thanks.” You quietly said.

“Can we stay like this for a bit?”

“Sure.”

It was quite rare for Marshall wanting to embrace you afterwards, but you still took the offer anyway, feeling a deep sense of comfort within him.

You eventually headed back home, as you had to get ready for the club. You put on a tight black mini dress that revealed your legs and showed a hint of your cleavage. You did your hair and makeup and looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling absolutely stunning and confident.

You took a quick mirror selfie and sent it to your friends that you were attending the club with. You stared at the picture for a few seconds before deciding to send it to Marshall. Your thumb hovered over the send button before clicking it, allowing the picture to be sent to him.

It only took a minute or two for Marshall to respond. He sent you a picture of himself. He was wearing baggy sweatpants and a tank top. He was flexing one of his arms, a cunning smirk plastered on his face. He sent an additional message to you too, You look hot. Call me if you need anything.

You felt a soft pulse in your core which you tried your best to ignore. You couldn’t help but stare and admire the picture he sent you. The tank top exposed his large biceps that were inked with tattoos. His sweatpants hung loosely on his waist, slightly teasing his boxers. You bit your lip before replying to the picture: u look perfect. Already making me horny. I’ll call u xx

At that moment, one of your friends texted you, telling you she was outside. You turned off your phone and placed it in your mini purse before leaving the house.

You reached the club with your friends, Rosa and Julie, determined and excited to have a great time. The club was lit up with neon lights with rave music being blasted through speakers. People were on the dance floor, dancing, grinding, kissing and whatnot. A bar was placed in the club, displaying a wide variety of drinks that you would be determined to drink.

“Okay, so besides having the night of our life,” Rosa said. “We need to finally find Y/n a man.”

Julie giggled and lightly nudged Y/n. “I swear if you don’t walk out of here with a guy, we will be devastated.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you linked arms with them. “I do not need a cute guy. All I need is a good night out with my girls.”

The night was absolutely intense. It started with the three of you downing shots of any drinks that satisfied you, then eventually led to the three of you getting on the dance floor and laughing as you embraced each other through the music. The neon lights flashed all around you, the music becoming muffled and quieter in your head. You felt dizzy and knew you had to take a break for a while. You excused yourself before sitting at the bar and opening your phone.

You were quickly interrupted by a man’s voice: “You all alone?” You looked up and were met with a man, perhaps around your age, he was tall, handsome and had a charming smirk on his face. He sat down on the barstool next to you, still maintaining eye contact.

“I’m with my friends,” you replied. “I got a bit tired so I’m just sitting down.”

“I’m Ezra,” he took his hand for you to shake, which you did, “And you?”

“Y/n.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

You looked down, trying to hide the dumb smile that had appeared on your face as you felt your face heating up with blush. You looked up at him again. “Thanks.”

“So, you got a boyfriend?”

“Nope, I’m single.”

He licked his lips and kissed his teeth. “Good to know.” His eyes trailed down your body, admiring every inch of you. “I know you’re tired, but would you care to dance?” he asked as he offered you his hand.

“Well I guess I’m not that tired,” you replied with a smirk as you placed your hand in his.

He took you to the dance floor where he held you close to him, leaving no space between the two of you. He placed his hands on your waist as he guided you carefully through the beat of the song. Ezra spun you around so your back was pressed flush against his body. You could feel his crotch right on your ass as you started to grind against him. He leaned forward, wanting to hear the soft whimpers that escaped your lips. His hands trailed to the sides of your ass, helping you grind against him harder.

“Well shit,” he groaned. “Definitely was not expecting this.”

“Should I stop?” You asked.

“Oh no, keep going. I’m enjoying it.”

As the night continued, you and Ezra stayed close to each other, dancing, drinking, grinding, sharing sloppy but seductive kisses. Rosa and Julie watched from afar, as they giggled and teased, but felt happy that you were at least talking to someone. By the time the night had ended, Ezra had given you his number and you agreed to meet up next week at a cafe.

When you reached home, you were quick to change out of your clothes and wash all your makeup off. As you snuggled yourself in the sheets, you took your phone out and texted a simple ‘heyy’ to Ezra. You noticed you had a few missed calls from Marshall as well followed by a few texts of him asking you if you were okay. You rolled your eyes and smirked as you decided to call him.

He immediately picked up, his voice instantly cutting through. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, slightly worried.

“Calm down, Marshall. I’m fine.”

He let out an exhale of relief. “Good. Did you enjoy your time?”

“Yeah, actually. I met a guy.”

A brief pause happened on the other line before he spoke up again. “That’s nice. What’s his name?”

“His name’s Ezra. He’s really cute.”

“You had a good time with him? He was nice?”

You chuckled at Marshall’s protective nature. “Yes in fact, we just spent the whole night grinding on each other and kissing.”

“Didn’t ask for details.”

“My bad. Anyway, we’re going on a date next week to a cafe.”

“Sounds nice…” He sighed softly through his nose before speaking once again. “Does this mean that our deal is off?”

You paused at the sudden question, that wasn’t really something that had crossed your mind. “I guess it is. I mean if it doesn’t work out, we can go back… right?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Neither of you said anything as you both shared an indescribable silence. The air felt weird. After months of this deal, it was off. You didn’t know how to feel about it, a range of mixed feelings stirring in your mind. “Well, it’s pretty late. I’m gonna head to bed now.”

“Alright. Goodnight.”

Next week, it was your date with Ezra. You decided to wear a cute spring dress, a white one dotted with yellow flowers. You wore your hair in a half up-half down and tied a yellow ribbon in it. You paired it with some white shoes and wore light makeup.

A chime was heard from your phone as you did some finishing touches to your makeup. It was a text from Marshall.

Hey. How you doing?

You smiled softly at the screen before typing away.

Hey. How are you doing? - M

I’m good, you? - You

Just chillin, nearly ready for your date? - M

Yup! - You

I’m all ready, actually - You

Nice. Can I see please? - M

You chuckled at the odd politeness he had when texting you. You sent him a picture of the outfit. He replied with a quick voice note, stating how cute you looked in your dress. You two continued to text each other back and forth, ever so slightly flirting with each other in a playful manner.

Eventually, you had to go, as Ezra had pulled up outside your house. You got in the car and were greeted with that same charming smile.

“Hey, Y/n. You look gorgeous.” Ezra said.

“Thanks Ezra. You look great.” You said as you put your seatbelt on.

When you got to the cafe, you both settled down at a booth and took your order quickly. While waiting for the food to arrive, the two of you made some small talk. You were unsure how, but at some point of the conversation, you started talking about Marshall.

“He’s really sweet, we’ve known each other for a while now.” You rambled. “I mean, gosh, I don’t know what I would do without him.”

“He sounds like a nice guy.” Ezra replied hesitantly.

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly at his response, only to remember you were on a date with a guy and you were talking about another man. “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. Talking about another guy on the first date isn't really a good idea huh?”

“Mhm,” he replied, nodding slightly. “But, it’s fine. I completely understand.”

The food eventually arrived which you certainly enjoyed. Your hot chocolate was sweet and creamy and the croissant you ordered was soft and delicate. After the cafe, you two took a stroll in the park, having a quiet conversation amongst yourselves.

When the date ended, Ezra dropped you off at your house, with another date arranged. As soon as you entered your house, you could only start giggling to yourself as you thought about the date you just had. Butterflies arose in your stomach, making you feel absolutely ecstatic.

You immediately called Marshall, telling him every detail of the date, except the part when you were talking non-stop about him. He sounded happy for you, proud to know that you’d finally found someone that could be a possible future partner.

As the weeks progressed, you continued to go on dates with Ezra. You two grew more fond of each other and felt more comfortable around each other. Throughout your dates, you would constantly flirt with each other every chance you got. And eventually, he asked you to be his girlfriend, in which you happily accepted.

But as the time went by of you and Ezra spending your moments together, wrapped up in affection, you started talking to Marshall less. You would drop the occasional text message, a quick call informing him about everything in your life, but other than that— nothing. You found yourself replacing the frequent trips to his house with practically living at Ezra’s. And although, yes, he was your boyfriend now, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for losing your frequent contact with Marshall.

Months had progressed in your relationship, and you and Ezra were going off strong. Always going on dates, constant affection, and somewhere along the way, you two had grown enough trust with each other to start engaging in more sexual activities.

You arched your back and let out a small moan as you felt Ezra’s tongue on your core. You ran your fingers through his hair, as you squirmed at his touch. You felt so close to your climax, as you urged him to carry on. When you finally came undone, you made the worst mistake of your life.

“Marshall,” you moaned quietly under your breath, but apparently not quiet enough for Ezra to not hear.

The air stilled, the tension in the room grew thick. You felt Ezra move away from you as he stood up, a disappointed expression etched on his face. You sat up, and quickly put your pants on, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you.

“What the fuck, Y/n? You fucking other guys behind my back?” Ezra asked, anger booming in his voice.

“Wait, Ezra, please let me explain.” You said, as you approached him.

He refused to look you in the eyes, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were full of anger. “You better make it quick.”

“You cupped his face and gently turned his head to make him look at you. “Ezra,” You swallowed. “Sit down.”

As you both sat down, creating a small dip in the bed, you took notice of the hurt in his eyes, as he looked down on the floor. A pang of guilt hit you. You slowly threaded your fingers in and squeezed his hand. “Ezra… Me and Marshall used to be… friends with benefits.”

He suddenly snapped his head to turn you. “You what?”

“It was only a few months. And we both agreed that if we ever found someone, we would close the deal.”

“So how long did it take you to realise you wanted to call the deal off?”

“I told him the night we met.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, a glint of confusion shining in his eyes. “Really? You’re not lying?”

You shook your head. “I really liked you the moment we met. I knew I had to call the deal off.”

Ezra relaxed as his shoulders sagged. He nodded. His lips were still in a stiff line, not picking up at the corners to smile.

“And I promise,” you said, “That I’ll try not let it get in the way of us ever again. I care about you so much.”

“Alright, well, I appreciate you telling me the truth. But I think I might just need some time to myself.”

“That’s perfectly fine. Take the time you need.”

Within two weeks, the awkward situation was forgotten about between you and Ezra. However, guilt was still seeping within you. You both were curled up on the couch, watching a movie when your phone lit up and let out a notification sound. You checked it and saw Marshall’s name in a text message notification on your phone screen.

“Who is it?” Ezra asked.

“Marshall…”

A thick silence stretched between the two of you. Although the altercation from 2 weeks ago was forgotten about, it certainly was awkward if Marshall was ever mentioned.

“Well, uh. I think you should reply then.” Ezra replied.

You opened the message app, and was greeted with Marshall’s text messages:

Hey.

I’m having a party at mine next week.

Wanna come?

Ezra can come too.

“He’s having a party next week, and he wants us to come.” You said.

“Both of us?”

You nodded silently.

“Alright, then. Sounds good to me.”

Next week, it was the party. You showed up wearing a silky, fitted red dress with a slit. Whilst Ezra went out to find a decent parking spot, you decided to enter the house. Marshall immediately greeted you, with that smile you felt like was only reserved for you.

“Hey…” He paused, as his eyes travelled down your body, lingering for longer than you thought they should’ve. “You look…Gosh you look beautiful. Where’s Ezra?”

You felt your cheeks uncontrollably heating up at the compliment. You felt guilt simmering in your stomach, but you couldn’t stop smiling so much. “Thanks Marsh. Ezra’s just parking the car.”

And at perfect timing, Ezra appeared, his hand gripping your waist. It wasn’t restraining, but firm, as if he was trying to ground himself on you. “Marshall,” he acknowledged, shaking his hand. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

At that moment, a gorgeous blonde woman approached Marshall, as she placed her hand on his shoulder. “Hey Marsh.” she said.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. Was Marshall dating? He never mentioned it.

All of a sudden, she kissed his cheek.

You felt your stomach drop, and your heart beating quicker. Who was this woman? You weren’t jealous, just surprised that he didn’t tell you.

“Y/n, Ezra, this is Chloe.” He looked at her, an indescribable expression on his face. “She’s a friend of mine.” He looked away and made a subtle second of eye contact with you.

“Nice to meet you Chloe. I’m Y/n, this is my boyfriend Ezra.”

“It’s great to meet you guys.” You felt a pang of guilt hitting you. She seemed so sweet and innocent, you had a boyfriend for fucks sake. Why were you feeling like this?

As the night continued, you stayed close to Ezra, the grip on his waist never letting go. His grip started to feel empty, with no emotion or stability behind it. Just a mere hand placed on your waist feigning a meaning, when really there was none. Your eyes couldn’t help but dart to Marshall and Chloe across the room. They were either always talking with each other and laughing, or stomach-twistingly close to each other. Ezra must’ve noticed as he constantly tried to pull you closer to him, a silent nudge telling you stop.

The car ride back home felt difficult. The tension was obvious, and it was thick in the air— almost restraining. Ezra’s jaw was tight, his hands gripped the steering wheel as his knuckles became white.

You decide to talk, to lift up the tension in the room. “It was a nice party, huh-”

“We should stop.” Ezra’s voice cut through your sentence like a sharp blade, making it end abruptly.

You snapped your head to him, your stomach dropping. Your eyes widened as your chest felt tight. “What do you mean?”

“Y/n, it is so obvious that you have feelings for Marshall.”

You laughed in disbelief. “And what makes you think that?”

“Well first, the whole friends with benefits thing. I mean you can’t have sex with someone for a few months like that and not expect to capture feelings. And even months after you ended that deal with him, you still said his name two weeks ago. Even tonight. I saw how your face dropped when Chloe kissed him. I could see you staring at them both non-stop.”

You sighed, searching your mind for a good response, only to realise he was telling the truth. When you turned your head to look back at the road, you felt tears welling at the back of your eyes. You quickly blinked them away. You had no right to be crying right now. You were breaking Ezra’s heart.

“I’m sorry, Ezra.”

He stayed basked in silence, his eyes fixated on the road ahead. “You should talk to him.”

You nodded, looking out the window, staring at your own reflection, as you listened closely to the sounds of your anxious heart pumping in your chest.

When you reached home, you stood at the steps of your door and looked behind one last time, catching a glimpse of Ezra’s face in the window before he left. You wondered if that was the last time you’d see him again.

As soon as you entered your house and closed the door behind you, you took your phone out and called Marshall. One ring. Two rings. 3 rings.

“Hey Y/n.”

His voice was soothing and comforting in such times of distress and discomfort. “Marshall…”

He could immediately sense something was wrong from the dejected tone of your voice. “Everything okay?”

You paused. “Ezra broke up with me.”

“What? Like right now?” His voice was laced with confusion and you could hear some hints of fury as well.

“But it’s my fault Marshall.”

His voice became softer. “How so?”

“I should’ve known better than to be in a relationship when I was already in love with someone else.”

“You’re in love with-” he stopped his sentence halfway and paused. “Who?”

“You…” you said quietly, hoping he couldn’t hear.

“Me?” Yeah, he heard that.

“Yes.”

All of a sudden the other line was cut. You looked at your phone to see he had hung up.

Shit.

You messed it up. You messed up one of your closest friendships you’d ever had. You’d messed up years of trust and respect that was built between the two of you, only for it to come tumbling down in a one minute phone call.

What felt like an eternity, but only a few minutes had passed. A knock was heard on the front door. Who would be here at this time? You opened the door and saw Marshall standing in front of you. His eyes were soft, his lips curled up into a small smile.

“Marshall?”

He didn’t even respond, just came in, closed the door and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. It wasn’t rushed or hungry, but soft and delicate. He was pouring out all his emotions into that one kiss, as he cupped your face and pulled you in more.

He pulled away and his eyes met yours. He didn’t have to say anything. Because you knew right away, and he knew that too. You didn’t know what to say either. And that was fine. So you just hugged him tight and buried your cheek into his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair as you tried to match your breathing with his.

No words had to be said, you both knew the love you both felt for each other was undeniable.

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electric touch ★ choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: seunghyun tells you to behave while he's away at his listening party but you just can't help yourself ・❥・word count: 2.6k ・❥・warnings: 18+, mdni. use of sex toy, mutual masterbation, dirty talk, swearing, alcohol mentions. ・❥・ authors note: this photo gave me a lot of feelings so when i got a request for it you bet i had to try and do it justice. enjoy <3

“I’ll only be gone a few hours, behave,” Seunghyun gave you one last soft kiss against your lips before reluctantly pulling himself away. He took a step back as if being any closer to you would draw him back, distracting him from leaving for his listening party.

“I always behave,” you pouted, trying to sneak in another kiss but he only chuckled.

“Liar,” he said. The urge to kiss that pout clean off your lips was at the forefront of his mind but he had to be strong. “Stop distracting me.”

“Fineeee,” you sighed. “Go! Meet with your fans. Have fun. Tonight is all for you, baby. Maybe when you get back we’ll have our own private listening party but it’ll just be you listening to my mo-“

He cut you off, refusing to let you even finish that sentence or he’d be dragging you into the bedroom and forgoing all of his duties for tonight. The long, frustrated groan he let out made you grin. “You’re the worst, you know that?”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Against his better judgement, he snuck in one last kiss, his lips lingering against yours for a little longer than he should’ve before he finally, finally, pulled open the front door and left. You watched him leave, the apartment suddenly feeling empty. It always did when he was gone even if it was only a few hours. You had been living together for just over a year now. At first it had been difficult -- you had never lived with someone you'd been dating before and he liked his own space but you compromised and figured out how to make it work. Soon enough, you had adapted to having each other around constantly. Seunghyun was usually someone who could go days without even talking to the person he was with but with you? He found himself enjoying the fact that he had you by his side every single day. So, when either of you left the other alone, it always felt lonely. You had gotten used to being with each other now that it felt like you were missing a limb. Maybe it wasn't the healthiest depending on each other so much but after all the years of solitude you had both gone through in the past, it felt comforting to know there was someone there who you could trust. The relationship with Seunghyun began four years ago. Your friend Youngbae had introduced you and the two of you had hit it off the moment you had met. Sure, it had been awkward at first. Seunghyun had been closed off, you had trust issues so the first conversation was a little quiet, strained but once you got talking about music and art, that was it. It was like nothing else mattered. It had taken a while to progress the relationship, both of you had been burned hard in the past so you didn't want to rush anything. The speed you were going at was perfect. Taking things at your own pace, never expecting anything of each other -- it was a dream. Communication was a big key part of your relationship. Over the years Seunghyun had vowed to himself that he would be more open with you, talking to you when he had any issues and in return you did the same. If there ever was anything wrong, you talked. That didn't mean you didn't fight but you always made a point of making things right before you went to bed. Never go to bed angry, like the saying goes.

With Seunghyun gone, you wandered around the apartment, grabbing yourself a glass of wine. TSpot, of course. The new Rose flavour was your favourite, a bottle was already open because it was a nightly ritual for the two of you to watch one of your shows with a nice glass of wine before bed. You sat on the couch, glass in hand with your legs tucked under you, sighing as you turned on Love Island. Seunghyun liked to say he hated the show but he always seemed to get more into it than you. Watching it without him just wasn't the same.

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Two hours had passed since Seunghyun had left. You were a glass and half deep into Love Island, your phone in your free hand as you scrolled through social media. Photos of your boyfriend were swirling all over and he looked damn good. He had changed since he'd left -- his team knew how to style him perfectly. His hair wasn't overdone, the glasses he wore gave him such a sense of aura it was overwhelming. And, the jacket. He really was the best looking man you had ever laid your eyes on. It was a miracle to you that he chose to spend his days with you when he could practically have anyone he wanted. Everyone was going crazy. Seeing him out in the wild was enough but him looking like a whole four course meal along with that? It was a blessing to human kind. As you scrolled through the photos, you couldn't help but feel a throb between your legs. It was a crime he looked that good and wasn't home with you. With your phone in hand, you padded your way across to the bedroom. Since you had no plans for the night, you had opted to wear only your panties and one of Seunghyun's shirts that came to rest just above your knees. He would be losing his mind if he was here right now. Kind of like how you were losing yours with how good he looked at his listening party. He had extended an invite to you to go with him but you wanted him to enjoy this for himself without worrying about you. After his hiatus, you knew how much he missed meeting with fans and this was his first real opportunity to do that. His fans deserved to spend this time with him without you hovering around.

You laid back on the bed, your eyes glancing out at the long windows to your left. Thankfully, you were so high up that nobody would be able to see you since you were too lazy to get up and close the curtains. The moonlight was shining through, leaving you in a dark, cosy atmosphere. If Seunghyun was here right now, he'd be making some comment about how beautiful the moon looked.

Seunghyun had told you to behave but the ache between your legs was too strong to ignore. Knowing your man was out there looking that good? It was the biggest turn on. Slowly, your hand ran down your body, reaching the juncture between your legs. You could feel how wet you were through your panties, the fabric already stained by a damp patch. No other man could ever turn you on this much without physically being here with you. It started off slow, the way you rubbed yourself through your panties, a soft sigh coming from your lips. It was nice but it wasn't enough. So, without even giving it a second thought, you raised your hips, fingers hooking in the edge of your panties to drag them down and off your legs, tossing them haphazardly to the floor. Your next move was to reach into the drawer on your bedside table. It wasn't often you brought it out but right now, desperate times called for desperate measures as you reached in to grab your rose toy. The only times you really used it were when Seunghyun was away for days at a time. Otherwise you had the man himself to take care of you.

You set the toy on the lowest setting, parting your legs and placing it right where you needed. A moan tore from you as it did its job, stimulating your clit. You bucked your hips up into it, fumbling your fingers to turn it up a notch. It felt so, so good. Not as good as Seunghyun's tongue but it did the job. Your free hand slid under the shirt you were wearing to grab your best, thumb brushing over your nipple as you lost yourself in the throes of your lust. Too lost in the sensations you were giving yourself, you didn't hear the door open. You didn't hear when Seunghyun approached the room. He leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on his face and the wine glass he had been drinking at the listening party in his hand. He said nothing, watching as you pleasured yourself. Your eyes were closed, the prettiest moans echoing through your bedroom. His cock twitched in his pants. Boy, was he enjoying the show.

He brought the glass of wine up to his lips, taking a sip extra loud just so he'd alert you to his presence on purpose. Immediately, you froze, hands stopping what they were doing, eyes flying open. He smirked, still resting against the doorframe. "Oh, don't stop on account of me. I was enjoying the show."

Your cheeks flushed, the toy instantly forgotten as you sat up but he shook his head, moving around the room to sit in the armchair that was in one of the corners, giving him a perfect view of you. You tried to pull the shirt down over yourself to cover up, words coming out frantic. "When did you get back?"

"About five minutes ago," he paused. "I thought I said to behave."

"Yeah, well, this is your fault."

"I wasn't even here!" But, as he spoke his eyes caught on to your phone screen, the photos of him from today's event lighting up the screen. His lips turned up at the corners, the smugest smirk ever known to man gracing his face. "Oh, I see."

"Shutup," you mumbled, wishing the world would swallow you up from embarrassment.

"Aww, is my baby all worked up?" He cooed with a fake pout, one arm folded across his chest as he took another sip of the wine, looking at you from above the ridge of his glasses. "Maybe you should finish."

"It's fine."

"It wasn't a choice."

You felt yourself grow even wetter at the stern tone of his voice. Seunghyun was at his sexiest when he was in control. The way he could so easily command you with just a look and a few words was impeccable. Nobody could ever make you submit as much as he could. "Forget the toy and let me watch you put those fingers to use."

There was no room for argument. He had settled into the chair, still dressed in the clothes from the event. Now he was there in person, photos didn't do him justice. He looked incredible. Hot. Sexy. There weren't enough adjectives to describe just how handsome he was. So, you settled back into the bed, pulling your shirt up and spreading your legs to give Seunghyun the perfect view. Your fingers ran through your soaked folds, a whimper leaving your lips. "You could help me out..."

"Like I said, I was enjoying the show so give me one and keep your eyes on me," he watched your every movement, feeling himself harden at each breathless moan you let out.

You ran your fingers over yourself a few times, gathering the slick before you focused on your clit. You rubbed slow, soft circles against yourself, hips lifting up with each motion. The fact he was watching you, never looking away as he casually took sips of his wine was a bigger turn on than you thought it would be.

"That's it, baby, get yourself nice and wet," he urged. "Show me how you touch yourself when I'm not here."

Your fingers slid further down, toying with your entrance before you pushed one inside. He couldn't tear his eyes from you as you pumped your finger inside yourself, slowly at first before you joined it with another one. Your thumb found its place at your clit, rubbing against it with added pressure now in time with your thrusts. Curling your fingers, you found that spot inside you that made you want to combust. Your back arched off the mattress, your fingers speeding up. You couldn't help it, your eyes squeezing shut as a loud moan tore from you.

You heard a click of fingers, instantly opening your eyes to see Seunghyun's brown ones, a stern look on his face. "I said, eyes on me. Don't close them again," he chided.

He was palming himself through his pants now, unable to help himself. Watching you pleasure yourself in front of him was driving him crazy. He wanted nothing more than to pound you down into the mattress but this? It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The button on his pants popped up in a fumble as he pulled his cock free from the confines. He was rock hard, already leaking at the tip. His wine was long forgotten, the glass resting on the floor. His hand wrapped around his cock, thumb swiping over the tip to gather the pre-cum, helping his hand slide down easily as he stroked himself from base to tip.

"Look what you do to me," he groaned, thrusting up into his hand. "Got me so fucking hard, so desperate for you because you can't be a good girl and had to go touching yourself while I'm not around."

You were so close to the edge now, that familiar feeling bubbling inside as you pushed your fingers into yourself faster, your thumb pressing against your clit. Your moans and his grunts the only sounds filling the room. You couldn't tear your eyes from him, his hand fisting over himself at rapid speed now.

"Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you," he grunted. "Tell me how bad you need to feel me inside you."

"Please, Seunghyun. I need you to fuck me, oh God, need you so bad," you were a rambling mess, your peak mere seconds away.

"Be a good girl and cum for me then maybe I'll do it," he panted. His hand glided over his cock at top speed, his own release on the razor edge.

His words were what sent you over the edge along with the long groan he let out as he neared his release. Your body shook, your legs tensing as your orgasm hit you like a truck. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, your fingers slowing as you worked yourself through your release. Seunghyun watched every single second, the pleasure on your face, the way your hips had bucked up off the bed and his name had sounded from you made him lose it. He moaned, spilling into his hand as he came.

Harsh, heavy pants filled the room. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to regain a sense of semblance, your mind hazy. Seunghyun let out a shaky exhale, causing you to lean up on your elbows to look at him. "Missed you."

"I can tell," he laughed quietly, making his way over to the bed. He hovered over you, lips brushing against yours. "Missed you too, for the record."

"Prove it. I was a good girl, don't you think?" You teased.

He groaned, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth. "I think you're trying to kill me."

"Maybe."

"What a way to go."

With that, he claimed your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, grinding himself against you. One thing was for sure, you were in for one hell of a night.

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