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🪬🍸🥥💋 01.08.06 9teen, enfp, leo

[venussll]

nights at the cafe with seungmin

seungmin kim x reader

the cafe was quiet again that night.

you were in one of the slowest hours of your part-time barista shift. the lights inside were dim, and a light rain was falling outside. you stood behind the counter by the espresso machine, while seungmin leaned against a chair, adjusting the milk frother.

“i think we should try some latte art today,” he said, serious, but with a smile in his eyes.

“latte art? last time your foam turned into a disaster,” you said, giggling.

“yes, and i want to make up for it,” he defended himself. he fiddled with the foam for a while, and you sipped your coffee as you watched him.

there were no customers, so time moved slowly. besides the music playing in the cafe, there were only occasional hisses from the coffee machine and the soft clinking of cups. you occasionally glanced at the order book, while seungmin exaggerated his movements as he stirred the foam.

“look, look!” he exclaimed suddenly, having drawn a little flower in a cup.

“no need to show me, i’m already laughing just by looking at it,” you said with a smile.

“so… you like it?” he asked, eyes wide.

“yes, yes, i like it. but i haven’t forgotten last time,” you said, waving your hand.

for a few minutes, you both worked quietly, focused on your own tasks, but your eyes kept wandering to each other. sometimes seungmin would watch the latte you made while stirring his own coffee, and sometimes you observed him fumbling with the foam.

“so… who’s the better barista?” he asked suddenly, in a teasing tone.

“obviously me,” you replied without hesitation.

“come on, last time you put salt in your cappuccino instead of sugar,” he said, laughing.

“that was an experiment,” you defended yourself, waving your hand. “you need experiments to improve.”

at that moment, the door opened and closed as a customer came in. you both immediately went into work mode, smiling as you took the order, prepared the cups, and returned to the espresso machine.

after the customer left, you both settled back into your chairs with your coffee cups. the rain was still falling lightly outside, but the cafe had a warm, cozy feeling.

“sometimes this silence is nice,” seungmin said, staring into his cup.

“yeah, but silence alone isn’t enough. it needs to be funny sometimes too,” you said, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“funny?” he asked, curious.

“like when you wrote your name in the foam the other day,” you said, laughing.

seungmin immediately placed his coffee in front of him and spread his hands.

“no, no! don’t tell anyone. only you saw it, okay?”

“don’t worry, i’ll keep it a secret,” you said, smiling.

then you both sat in silence for a while, sipping your coffee as steam rose from the cups. the soft music in the cafe, the sound of rain, and your quiet little conversation made the tiredness of the shift disappear.

“are we working the same hours again tomorrow?” seungmin asked, yawning slightly.

“yeah, same routine,” you said. “but maybe we’ll practice some more latte art, huh?”

“huh,” he said, smiling. “i’m not brave enough to lose to you.”

you both returned to your coffees. the silence was still there, but it wasn’t lonely anymore; it was the quiet of a slow evening spent together.

actually, right now i’m also working part-time at a cafe, and my coworker is a tall blonde italian, a senior engineering student 🙏🏻🙏🏻 i wrote this partly thinking about him 😕

[venussll]

late night rain

heeseung lee x reader

it was raining that night.

not a heavy rain, really. more like the kind that taps softly against the windows and somehow makes everything feel a little calmer.

you were standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter while looking at your phone. it was past one thirty in the morning. normally heeseung would have been home a long time ago.

but he hadn’t texted tonight.

just as you were about to message him, the door opened.

you lifted your head.

heeseung walked in. his hair was slightly damp, and his black jacket looked a little darker from the rain. he closed the door with his foot and took off his shoes.

when he saw you, he smiled softly.

“you’re still awake?”

“you’re late.” you crossed your arms.

heeseung looked at you for a few seconds, then walked toward the kitchen.

“practice ran long.”

“you could’ve texted.”

the moment you said it, you realized your voice sounded a little more annoyed than you meant it to, but it was too late to take it back.

heeseung stopped in front of the counter and tilted his head slightly as he looked at you.

“were you worried?”

you didn’t answer immediately.

“no.”

two seconds of silence passed.

then heeseung let out a quiet laugh.

“y/n.”

you rolled your eyes.

“what?”

he took a few steps closer. the distance between you almost disappeared.

“how many times did you check your phone?”

“i didn’t.”

“y/n.”

“maybe… a few times.”

heeseung smiled.

the sound of the rain filled the quiet kitchen.

then heeseung noticed the mug sitting on the counter.

“is this for me?”

“yeah.”

he picked it up. there was still a little steam rising from it.

“hot chocolate?”

“i made it so you could drink it before it gets cold.”

he took a sip. his eyes widened slightly.

“this is really good.”

you shrugged.

“it’s normal.”

there was a brief silence.

then suddenly heeseung reached out and pulled you closer.

you looked at him in surprise.

“what—”

but before you could finish your sentence, he rested his chin lightly on top of your head.

his arms wrapped around your waist.

“i’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“for what?”

“i should’ve texted.”

you stayed quiet for a moment.

then you leaned lightly against his shoulder.

“yeah. you should’ve.”

heeseung chuckled.

“but i liked knowing you were waiting.”

you lifted your head and looked at him.

“you’re way too full of yourself.”

heeseung smiled.

then he paused for a moment.

“if i’m late again tomorrow, will you wait again?”

you thought for a second.

then you sighed and rested your head back on his shoulder.

“maybe.”

heeseung smiled quietly at that answer.

i’ve been stanning enhypen since pre-debut and heeseung was my second bias 😭😭 what if he doesn’t come back 😣

[venussll]

3 am at the convenience store

christopher chan bang x reader

it was another typical night at the convenience store.

you were sitting cross-legged on the chair behind the register, reading the notes for the finals you had next week on the tablet resting on your lap. it was almost three in the morning. you yawned tiredly and stretched your arms.

maybe you should sleep a little. it wasn’t like any customers were coming in anyway…

just as you were closing your eyes, about to drift off into sleep, the store door opened and you lifted your head quickly.

when you saw who had walked in, your heart started beating faster and any trace of sleepiness disappeared.

“welcome…”

bang chan… the bartender from a bar nearby. he works every day between nine in the evening and two in the morning. even though he works nonstop during the busiest hours of the night, he’s always surprisingly energetic whenever he comes in — unlike you.

he looked at you with one of his usual smiles.

“i think i woke you up, sorry. i could’ve come in more quietly.”

“no, it’s fine… actually it’s good that you woke me up.” you nodded toward the security camera above you.

once he understood, he let out a small laugh.

he walked toward the back of the store and disappeared from sight. meanwhile you quickly glanced at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and sitting up a little straighter on your chair.

for the last three months — ever since you started working here — chris had come to the store at the same time every day and bought the exact same things before leaving.

you had memorized his order by now.

green apple gummies, ginger soda, cigarettes, a protein bar, and ramen.

some days he ate the ramen right there in the store, which meant you had more chances to watch him. sometimes he studied from thick textbooks. you couldn’t tell which subject because of your poor eyesight, but it still surprised you that he managed to attend university and work every day.

when chris brought his items to the register, you stood up. today there was something extra among the usual things.

a box of band-aids.

right then your eyes drifted to the finger he had wrapped in a piece of cloth.

“um… are you okay? i mean… your finger?”

“ah, yeah, i’m fine. i work at a bar and a glass broke today. i accidentally cut my hand. i couldn’t find a band-aid, so i just wrapped it with some cloth i found nearby…”

when you looked at the blood-stained cloth, you grimaced.

“that doesn’t look like a small cut. and that cloth doesn’t exactly look clean… it could get infected…”

after brushing it off like it wasn’t a big deal, he paid with his card and walked over to the microwave area to prepare his ramen.

an idea suddenly came to your mind.

you grabbed a bottle of cologne and walked over to him. he had already poured hot water into the ramen and was waiting for it to cook. he looked at you with questioning eyes.

“um… i have a younger brother… he gets hurt a lot. i’m used to treating his wounds… this is all i could find right now, but i can help if you want…” you said shyly, showing him the cologne in your hand.

chan looked at you with the big smile you expected.

“thank you so much…”

he glanced down at his hand and slowly removed the bloody cloth wrapped around his finger. the moment you saw the cut, your face twisted.

“how did you just ignore a wound like this and wrap it with a random cloth…” you scolded him.

you reached out and gently took his hand in yours.

“i’m going to spray this, okay? it might sting a little…”

the second the cologne touched the cut, he let out a sharp sound through his teeth and furrowed his brows.

surprised by his reaction, you panicked and started blowing on the wound.

“don’t exaggerate, it doesn’t hurt that much… even my brother doesn’t react like that.”

his classic male pride immediately kicked in and he started defending himself.

“it definitely did hurt. and i didn’t react that much…”

you giggled and started opening the box of band-aids.

“okay, okay… i didn’t say anything…”

chan smiled softly, watching you with a gentle expression while you placed the band-aid on his finger.

“we’ve been having small conversations for months now but… what’s your name?”

you looked at him in surprise.

“y/n…”

“y/n… that’s a beautiful name. it suits you.”

he paused for a moment.

“i’m chan. um… would you maybe like to hang out sometime? outside… not in the convenience store, i mean…”

maybe part two??

[venussll]

minho is fucking you in front of the mirror

minho lee x reader

you were curled up in bed. it was past midnight. you were startled awake by the sound of the door opening and you opened your eyes. 

in seconds, your boyfriend's silhouette appeared in the bedroom doorway. he lay on top of you as if he weren't a burden at all. 

"baby... can i fuck you tonight?" before you could even react to his question, his hands began to squeeze your buttocks. 

even though you told him how much sleep you needed, you couldn't resist him... 

and now he's fucking you on the dressing table. he's bent you over the table, watching the expressions on your face in the mirror. "fuck... you were made for me..." 

your throat was aching from moaning and screaming. no sound came out. your moist, red eyes looked into his eyes in the mirror. his constant thrusting caused the semen from his previous ejaculations to accumulate on his balls and spill onto the floor. 

you couldn't remember how many times you'd cum. your buttocks must have been bright red. while his cock was thrusting in and out, his hands weren't still either; they kept hitting your buttocks. 

“minho… i can’t take it anymore…” 

“almost there, baby. i’m about to cum.” minho was moaning and watching his cock go in and out of your vagina. 

his blonde hair, which had turned brown at the roots, was disheveled. his face was flushed, and the veins in his neck were bulging. his bare chest glistened with sweat. “ah, fuck… i’m going to cum…” 

he went in and out a few more times, and after his last thrust, he cum, gushing inside you at your deepest point. his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were tightly closed. 

he took a few seconds to rest and compose himself. then, with his usual crooked, mischievous smile, he pulled his cock out. he knelt down. he smiled proudly as he saw his own semen flowing from your hole. he brought his face closer to your vagina and looked at you in the mirror. 

“should we clean this up a bit?”

blonde lee know👅👅👅

[venussll]

chris taking care of you

christopher chan bang x reader

it was one of those damn days again.

you had woken up with a dull ache that morning. you had checked your calendar a few days ago, so you were aware enough to put on a pad before going to sleep, but it still put you on edge. and now that you were living with a man, someone who constantly talked nonsense and made stupid jokes, it made you twice as tense.

you really loved your boyfriend, but for five days every month you felt like you could kill him…

did he really have to breathe that loudly?

holding your stomach, you were about to get out of bed when a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you back down.

“hmm… don’t go…”

his arms wrapped tightly around you and he threw one leg over you. you tried to push his arm away and slip out of his hold, but his strong arms wouldn’t let you.

“chris… i need to go to the bathroom.” you muttered, trying to stay calm and hoping he would let you go.

instead, his arms tightened even more.

“damn it, man, just let me go!”

his arms loosened instantly and he looked at you with surprised eyes. you didn’t look back at him and quickly walked to the bathroom.

after a short shower, you thought about what had happened for a long time and realized you had overreacted. now you felt guilty toward him…

you brushed your damp hair, put on your summer pajamas, and went downstairs. you stopped at the kitchen door and looked at your boyfriend making breakfast.

was he angry with you? did he hate you now?.. yeah, he must have been tired of your emotional mood swings and was going to break up with you.

with small, quiet steps and your head lowered, you walked toward him. he either didn’t notice you or chose to ignore you. your hormones were making you think he hated you…

when you poked his arm with your fingertip, he turned to you immediately. instead of the annoyed, fed-up look you expected, he looked at you with his usual smile.

“why are you sad, baby? look, i made pancakes.”

“i’m sorry, chris… i’m just extra emotional and tense today, and sometimes you really get on my nerves…”

there was a moment of silence.

then within a few seconds you heard his loud laughter.

you lifted your head and looked at him, confused.

“i already know, baby… i track your period calendar better than you do.”

you were about to respond when his gaze stopped on your hair.

“heyy, why are you standing here with wet hair?”

he turned off the stove and suddenly picked you up in his arms, starting to carry you toward the bedroom.

“chris! what are you doing?”

he chose to ignore you and carried you all the way to the bedroom. two seconds later he came back holding a hair dryer.

“alright, sit down on the floor.”

chris had been drying your hair for minutes. your wavy hair had become extremely fluffy after drying. you had pulled your knees close to your chest, looking at your unnecessarily puffy, frizzy hair in the mirror in front of you.

chris chuckled.

“your hair is in my favorite state now…”

“i love you, chris…”

he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“i love you too, baby.”

[venussll]

a day with jacob

jacob elordi x reader

mornings with jacob would start slow. not in a lazy way — more like the world just naturally deciding to move softer around him. he’d wake up first most of the time, because he’s tall and the bed somehow never feels quite big enough for him. you’d wake up half tangled in him anyway, one of his arms heavy across your waist.

he wouldn’t rush to get up. he’d just stay there for a while, tracing random shapes on your arm with his thumb, half awake, half thinking.

“you’re staring again,” you’d mumble without opening your eyes.

“i’m not,” he’d say immediately.

he absolutely is.

eventually he’d drag himself out of bed to make coffee. he’d walk around the kitchen barefoot, hair messy, wearing some oversized hoodie and sweatpants. the kind of quiet domestic scene that feels weirdly cinematic for no reason.

you’d shuffle in a few minutes later, stealing the mug from his hands before he even takes the first sip.

“rude.”

“you love me.”

“…unfortunately.”

breakfast would be simple. toast, fruit, maybe eggs if he’s feeling ambitious. jacob seems like the type who cooks like he’s experimenting in a science lab — randomly adding things and hoping it works.

sometimes it does.

sometimes it really doesn’t.

late mornings would turn into going out somewhere random. maybe a walk along the beach, maybe wandering through a bookstore, maybe getting iced coffee from some tiny café you’ve already been to ten times.

he’d hold your hand without even thinking about it. his fingers long and warm, always absentmindedly squeezing yours.

if someone recognizes him, he’d get a little quieter. polite, kind, but subtly stepping closer to you like you’re his anchor in the moment.

afternoons would be the laziest part of the day.

you’d end up back home, sprawled on the couch together watching something neither of you are really paying attention to. his legs would be stretched out everywhere because he’s too tall for normal furniture, and you’d be half lying on his chest.

every once in a while he’d look down at you with that soft, amused expression.

“what?” you’d ask.

“nothing.”

but he’d smile like you’re the funniest thing he’s seen all day.

sometimes you’d convince him to go out again in the evening — dinner with friends, a late movie, a random drive with music too loud and the windows down.

he’d sing along terribly on purpose just to make you laugh.

nights would end quietly.

you’d both be tired in that comfortable way that only happens after a day spent together doing nothing important but still somehow feeling like everything mattered.

back in bed, lights off, the room dark except for the soft glow from the street outside.

he’d pull you closer automatically, like muscle memory.

“good day?” he’d murmur.

“good day.”

and just before falling asleep, he’d press a sleepy kiss to your hair — the kind that feels so natural it’s like he’s been doing it forever.