Lovelyannoyingcher - Strawberry _milk

Insecurities

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genre: exes to friends to lovers

Jaehyun walked into the cafe, a wide grin spreading across his face as he spotted Y/N sitting at a corner table, already sipping on her coffee. He slid into the seat across from her, his signature teasing smirk firmly in place.

"Hey, Y/N. Long time no see. Miss me yet?" he asked.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "You're late, as usual. And no, I didn't miss your annoying self one bit."

Jaehyun laughed, leaning back in his chair. "Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that."

They ordered their drinks and a few pastries to share. As they chatted, the conversation flowed easily, like it always did. They talked about everything and nothing, falling back into their old rhythm.

"Remember that time we tried to bake cookies and ended up with a kitchen full of smoke?" Y/N said, chuckling at the memory.

Jaehyun shook his head, still smiling. "How could I forget? You looked like you were going to cry over those burnt cookies."

"Hey, those cookies were important! It was a family recipe," she defended.

He reached across the table and poked her cheek playfully. "And you were so cute, all flustered and upset."

Y/N swatted his hand away, but she was laughing now. "You were no help, by the way. Just standing there laughing while I panicked."

Their laughter faded into a comfortable silence, and Y/N looked at Jaehyun thoughtfully. "You know, Jaehyun, I've been thinking... about why we broke up."

Jaehyun's expression softened, and he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Yeah? What about it?"

"I hated how touchy you were with everyone. It made me feel... insecure," she admitted.

Jaehyun's smile faltered, and he reached out to take her hand. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I never meant to make you feel that way. I guess I was just clueless."

Y/N squeezed his hand, her eyes sincere. "I know. But maybe... we can start over? As friends?"

Jaehyun's smile returned, brighter this time. "Friends, huh? I think I can handle that. But you know, I can't promise I won't be a little annoying."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, I figured."

Weeks passed, and Jaehyun and Y/N became closer than ever. They hung out at cafes, went for walks in the park, and even attempted baking again (with better results this time).

But every time they were together, the past loomed over them, an unspoken tension hanging in the air. Y/N couldn't shake the memories of how Jaehyun's affectionate nature had once driven a wedge between them. And Jaehyun, despite his efforts, couldn't help but feel the weight of his past mistakes.

One chilly evening, they were sitting on a bench, wrapped in their coats. Jaehyun draped his arm around Y/N's shoulders, pulling her close.

"You know, this feels nice. Being close to you again," he murmured.

Y/N looked up at him, her heart fluttering. "Yeah, it does."

But as she said the words, she felt a pang of doubt. Could they really move past their issues? Could she trust him not to hurt her again?

Jaehyun's gaze shifted to her lips, and he hesitated for a moment before leaning in. Their kiss was soft, tentative at first, but it quickly deepened as they both realized just how much they'd missed this.

When they finally pulled away, Y/N was breathless, her cheeks flushed. "So, does this mean we're...?"

Jaehyun grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Lovers? I think we skipped the friends part again."

Y/N laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Maybe we did. But it feels right."

Jaehyun hugged her tightly, burying his face in her hair. "I promise I’ll be better this time, Y/N. I won't make the same mistakes."

"And I'll try to be less insecure. Deal?" she asked.

"Deal," he agreed.

As they sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world felt perfect. But deep down, Y/N knew it wouldn't be easy. The road ahead was uncertain, and their past would inevitably creep up on them. But for now, in this moment, they held onto each other, hoping that this time, love would be enough to see them through.

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thinks..... softdom!jaehyun's voice rasping in your ear as he moans out his praises while being buried inside of you.... his voice is so hot, somebody sedate me — 🍗

mention his voice in front of me and im gonna need to be sedated. don't do this to me like UGJDHDHJDJDK soft dom jaehyun always speaks so lowly and so so sweetly, always sorta whispering in your ear. he knows how much you love his voice, he knows how it makes you press your legs together when the rasp of his voice hits your ear and he loves it. he has a thing for whispering in people ears in general irl like we see him do it all the time and it would be no different to you, only difference is how wet it makes you and the fact that he'd be whispering praises and telling you how good you feel around his cock. he's definitely a talk you through it kinda guy while also being a moan in your ear kinda guy. his voice would be raspy, low, whiny, and he'd be telling you to let go and cum all at once like he's hdjdhjdjdj praise naturally rolls off his tongue as well, always telling you how perfect you are and how lucky he is to have you like he's sooo

"Hey Girl.. whats your Type?"

Me: ✌🏼

Realest thing I have seen today

i will not be surprised if bnd ends up being my number one artist on my Spotify wrapped this year

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Producer Tag ! L.CY

Synopsis ʚɞ Anton has been struggling to come up with a Producer tag for himself , so he asked you to say his name — you'd gladly help him but what you didn't expect was for him to bend you over his desk and have you moaning his Name

Contains ʚɞ Nsfw, Soft Dom!Anton , Sub!Reader, implied size and strength kink, studio sex , non Idol!Au , Producer!Anton, drabble

"Moan louder for me...have to make sure that my mic picks up your sweet sounds", Anton whispered , his breath hot against your ear as his chest pressed against your back. Your shirt pulled up to your waist , your panties pulled to the side as his cock stretched your poor little hole out — pushing inch after inch into your warm pussy. "You look so cute in my shirts love..", he kissed the shell of your ear , big hands holding your hips firmly as he slowly thrusted his cock in and out of you.

Your moans were muffled as you tried to keep quiet despite him telling you to be louder, feeling shy that he wanted you moaning his name as his producer tag. "This won't do..", Anton huffed , momentarily stopping his hips from moving as he reached a hand out , moving his keyboard to the side and pushing his mic closer to the monitor — his other hand resting on your shoulder blade before he pushed you down. Your chest was pressed against the wooden desk , your back arched — his right arm curling around your waist as he lifted you up a little with his strength. The change of the angle made his cock slip so much deeper into you , the bulbous head kissing your cervix with each thrust.

"Just like that .... you sound so sweet..", Anton murmured , making sure to keep his voice quiet so only your moaning was being picked up by his mic , almost pornoghrapic moans of his name spilling past your lips. The pleasure was dizzying , you weren't even able to focus with the way his cock drilled into you — his thrusts almost merciless.

"That's a good girl.."