Warnings: Reader Has Bad Leg Cramps. Mentions Of Wanting Marriage.

warnings: reader has bad leg cramps. mentions of wanting marriage.

before you even know he’s awake, seungcheol is already moving to flip you onto your back.

leg cramps, unfortunately, are common for you. you think it has to do genetics or something (your dad always had horrible ones, and thus you grew up with the same) and less with what you do in your day-to-day life. seungcheol typically sleeps through them, though: you’ve become really good at staying quiet when they hit and massaging your own calf. there’s the rare nights where he wakes up and realizes what’s going on…

and then there’s mornings like this, where he’s awake before you even register what’s happening, and he flips you over like a rag-doll to get to the calf you’re trying to massage (when it’s not the one he can reach easily, that is).

“it’s okay,” he whispers a few times, fingers kneading at the tight muscle. something about this cramp makes you whimper, but he doesn’t let up, working at the tension. “just breathe, honey.”

you try. he continues to massage your calf beyond when the tension dies down, the pain subsiding a little. it’ll be sore when you walk on it, sure, but you can cope with that. 

“better?” he asks, a tender look in his eyes. he cares so deeply for you, and it shows in every little thing he does.

you think, in this moment, of how badly you want to marry him right now.

you beckon him forward instead, and he lets go of your leg. drawing him in for a kiss, you smile. “yeah. better.”

Rose-Tinted Glasses [masterlist]

Pairing: Seokmin x fem!reader

Featuring: Seungcheol, Mingyu, Jun, Vernon, and Jeonghan

Synopsis: Lee Seokmin and Y/N don't even make sense as friends, yet Seokmin wants to something more - dp you? (Or are you really just oblivious to it all?)

Seokmin likes to think you do, but everyone else thinks he just sees the world that surrounds you through rose-tinted glasses. (He doesn't.)

Alternatively, in which Lee Seokmin tries to forget about you and find love through blind dates.

Genre: smau, fluff, crack, some angst, acquaintances-2-lovers, one-sided pining, some jealousy (but no love triangle - promise! just misunderstanding lmao), cold!reader, resident doctor!reader, happy!seokmin, elementary school teacher!seokmin

Warnings: PG-13 Warnings specified per chapter.

Start: 5/29/2023 End: ??? Updates: Bi-weekly (roughly)

A/N: Surprise! I thought this fic would be more fun as an sm au series. It was supposed to be a mini series, but alas . . . I got carried away lol. I'm a little more seasoned now as a writer, so fingers-crossed my second shot at an sm au isn't a flop!

Inspired by a personal experience and Cupid by Fifty-Fifty.

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Using the Woozi one for suree 😫

seventeen ; messy headers

Best friends big brother shua -☔️

i know this ask is actually a result of me begging you to give me ideas for shua the other night but…idc🥱 also i changed it to big brothers best friend because🤓

“a-are you sure this is okay?” you mumbled from beneath joshua, his arms moving quick to rip off your pants.

scoffing while throwing your bottoms across the room, he pulls his cock out of his jeans, working himself to full hardness before finally making eye contact with you. “i’m a guest, arent i? d’you really think it’s okay for me to be bored the whole time i’m waiting for your brother to get home?”

you shake your head no, taking off your panties at his request. “jus’ don’t wanna get in trouble…” you mutter, jumping at the laugh he barks out.

“what, like i’m a stranger? how long have we known each other, hm?” he spoke, lifting your legs up by the knees and leaning down towards your face. “know you want it too, always see you staring at me”

smiling at the blush that blooms across your face, he positions himself between your legs, rubbing his cock between your folds.

“such a pretty little pussy” he groaned, his cock gliding with ease as he thrusted between your pussy lips. “f-feels weird” you whined, hands pushing at his chest.

grabbing both wrists with one hand, he held your arms above your head as he increased his pace. “be a good fuckin’ girl for me and take what i give you” he grunted into your ear, thrusts sloppy and erratic as he approached his release.

his tip rubbing against your clit every time he moved along with the heavy breaths he puffed into your ear caused your hips to buck up, a moan of his name ripping from your throat.

just as you were about to climax, joshua let out a long groan before pressing all his body weight against you, cum spilling over your cunt and lower abdomen.

“f-fuck, sorry” he muttered, lifting himself to see the sticky mess he’d turned you into. taking his shirt off, he wiped you clean before standing up. “i’ll just pick this up next time i’m here ‘kay? gonna borrow one of your brothers shirts and wait in his room” he spoke, throwing the soiled top in your direction before leaving you to bask in the shame that always followed his visits.

jihoon is not a jealous guy.

that’s what he tells himself anyway, as he sees that guy walk over to you. how rude of him to interrupt someone when they’re working out. doesn’t he know it’s bad gym etiquette?

you pull out your earphones as he starts speaking to you. he says he’s sorry to interrupt but your form was off and he wanted to help because you could get seriously injured otherwise.

no, i’m not jealous. jihoon tells himself that as he watches that guy put his hands on you, helping you lift the weights, showing you how it’s done.

you don’t need him to show you, you had jihoon for that. he feels irritated as that guy’s fingers linger on your skin a little too long.

i don’t have the right to be jealous. he tells himself that as he strains his ear to hear the conversation between you both. something about him spotting you next time too? why are you laughing at that? he frowns.

jealously is immature. he’s not jealous. he tells himself that as he cuts his workout short, finishing 3 sets too early. he feels this irrational need to walk over and interrupt whatever conversation is happening.

‘you ready to go?’ he asks, completely ignoring the guy next to you.

you look at your watch. ‘you’re done already?’ jihoon always took at least 10 more minutes to finish.

‘mmhm’ he’s trying to act chill, so he takes a sip of his water. nonchalant. cool. unbothered.

‘hey man, i’ve seen you lift’ that guy turns to him feeling slightly awkward at being ignored. ‘super impressive’ he flatters jihoon to only get a tight smile and a curt ‘thanks’ in return.

he’d seen that guy lift too. he was impressive as well. but right now jihoon sees that as a threat. he wants to be better, so he subtly flexes his arms hoping you’ll notice how good his body looks.

you see, jihoon’s playing the long game with you. the long game being that he’s harbouring very strong feelings towards you and has decided to never reveal them incase he gets rejected.

‘i still have a few sets left’ there’s a look of relief on that guy’s face which doesn’t get past jihoon.

‘you go ahead jihoonie, i’ll go back on my own today’ you tell him casually.

stupid mistake. stupid emotional mistake. he should’ve finished working out so you could leave together like always.

if he walks away now, what would happen here? he runs through multiple simulations in his mind and all of them end terribly.

one with you dating this guy. the second of you getting married to him, and the most jarring one of all - you getting fucked by this guy. it’s messing with his head. but jihoon is jihoon, so he’ll never let you see it.

‘okay’ he wants to scream. ‘see you tomorrow then’ he bends to give you a quick hug before nodding at the guy.

i’m not a jealous guy. he tells himself that as he walks away, seething with jealously.