Just Some Friendly Tutorials, Nothing Much

just some friendly tutorials, nothing much

trapped in your game | CHOI YEONJUN NSFW

pairing: bestfriend!yeonjun x fem!reader | genre: oneshot; fluff, smut. best friends to ?? | wc: 1.6 k | warnings: hair tugging, a lot of praises, pet names (, baby, princess, sweetheart, cutie), bsf!yeonjun's just so sweet :(( , physical affection, oral (m receiving), yj a lil rough with it, cum swallowing, smut with plot, not proof read, lmk if I've missed any. | a/n: so I wanna thank @junniieesbby for elongating this idea with me hehe, testing waters out since it's been a while but enjoy <3 this is my comeback guys >:) it's also 5am, so I'm sorry HAHAHA

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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no matter how many times you turn around and rant to your best friend, yeonjun, he's there laying on your bed with his upper body hanging off of the edge and his phone in his hands.

“yeonjun…” you whine, pouting as you ask him, “were you even listening?” you exaggerate a deep huff of disappointment and that catches his attention.

rushing to turn his phone off and throwing it somewhere on your bed amongst your plushies, he lays on his front and reaches his arm out to caress the top of your head.

“okay, okay. I’m listening, what were you saying?” he tilts his head slightly and he mirrors your pout.

“I was saying, I think I’m linking up with this guy next week but I don’t… um...” you trail off, lightly chewing on your bottom lip thinking if you sound dumb worrying about this.

“but you don’t what? you know you can tell me, right?” he’s still caressing the top of your head ever so gently. yeonjun tends to have that aura about him. and it’s been like that for years. it’s not that you were embarrassed to tell him, he never belittles you about these things, or anything in general, but you also didn’t want him to think you were being silly about this.

“I don’t know if I’m good enough at giving head, jjun.” your light whine switched him up in some way.

you always wondered if he’s ever thought of you like that, and the answer is yes. but he knows his priorities as your best friend is that he’s always there for you no matter what. helping you in whatever it is. even when it comes to this.

“but you’ve given head before though?” he sits up, his feet now flat on the ground by your knees. you nod subtly, watching the way the little bulb lights up above his head.

“hmm..” he exaggerates a thinking face, bottom lip protruding before the corners of his lips turn upwards. “show me what you’ve got.”

you know how to kiss. that’s because yeonjun taught you. you know how to turn guys on. that’s because yeonjun taught you. but you’ve managed to give head and have your previous partners and flings come from that, and yeonjun hadn’t taught you. what if he teaches you now? will that make you better at doing it?

“yn? sweetheart, what’s going on in that cute 'lil head of yours?” he leans forward to grab ahold of your hand, which surprisingly lays limp in his palms. “I’ll talk you through it if you want.”

“I can try-“

he shakes his head, cupping the side of your face and his thumb stroking your cheek and slowly lowering to glide across your bottom lip. “Give me your all, c’mon.”

“thanks jjun.” you shoot up an innocent smile, the one that makes his knees weak even when he's sitting down.

you shuffle onto your knees, situating yourself between yeonjun's thighs while your fingers began to skim over the material of his sweatpants. yeonjun, on the other hand, was anticipating the act, leaning back on his elbows to observing you from that angle. he knows how good you are and how good you can be, of course he does because he's taught you these things.

as you watch your best friend look back at you with his sultry eyes, you catch the way he bites down on his bottom lip as your fingers trail closer towards his half hard dick.

"oh, so this is how you tease your flings huh?" his voice was lower than usual, but nothing you've never heard before.

"just find it a little fun when they squirm. you're good at not doing that though jjunie." you finally apply pressure onto his growing dick, stroking him through his sweats and picking up the pace until you see him fighting to throw his head back, but resorting to heavy, shaky breaths.

a hum leaves your mouth when you see yeonjun get harder under your touch, but it doesn't take much longer until you're hooking your fingers under the band of both his sweats and boxers.

your chest heaves a little, it's not the first time you've seen yeonjun's dick, the last time being when you caught him masturbating in his room with his door unlocked and he was wearing headphones. but he had a pretty dick for sure. his girth was a good size, the length wasn't too intimidating but deep inside you were excited. the head had already started to leak clear droplets, veins just beginning to raise to the surface as you wrap your soft hand around his shaft by the base.

he hisses from the pressure you apply, letting out his sigh that he had been holding in for a hot second. you're in awe, never had you touched yeonjun like this before, but to see him react this way just from your simple touches were starting to affect the dampness between your thighs.

"yeonjun, you know, you have a pretty dick." you tell him sweetly.

"thank you kitten— oh my god." he doesn't hold back the small moan in his throat after you had just licked him from the base to the tip with your lips lighting sucking on the head, letting the salty droplets spread across your tongue.

you smile at him once again, observing the way his mouth slacks open and how his pretty, pillowy lips are the same colour as his soft tip. that's something you'll unintentionally engrave in your brain for every time you glance at his lips.

"so.. so.. pretty.." you kiss around his shaft randomly betwen your words, and he responds with his hand in your hair, and lightly tugging it.

"get to it cutie, I wanna know how good you are." he loosens his grip, letting you take more of him into your mouth until he's almost prodding the back of your throat and pulling him out again.

a guttural groan leaves his throat as you repeat the same action a couple more times before you gag from how far in you're taking him. you're usually pretty good at not gagging, even using the squeezing-your-thumb-extremely-tight trick to prevent that, but it still happened.

"hey, hey." yeonjun sat up in urgency, but mentally kicking himself for twitching from the fact tears started to well up. "I'm sure you wanna do good for him, right? now breathe through your nose, your throat's gonna be occupied."

you nod, really listening to his words and you do exactly what he tells you. taking in a couple of deep and steady breaths you wrap your mouth around him again, bobbing your head and inching further until he hits the back of your throat without you gagging.

"oh shit," he gasps, "just like that, princess, just like that."

both of his hands make their way to your hair, gathering them as best as he could into a makeshift ponytail. the suction you have going on was starting to make him feel light headed, twitching in your hold. he couldn't refrain, but you were doing too good. with your hair now in a tight ponytail in one fist, he pushes your head down more until he hears you gag.

an airy chuckle leaves his lips as he moans out your name and other profanities, boosting your ego to keep going. you know he's close when you watch his lower abdomen starting to twitch from under his black hoodie.

"keep going baby, I'm so close. god, you're so good." his heaven sent whines were shooting straight to your core, and you just knew your panties were soaked through from the discomfort against your core.

you let out a strong hum whilst continuing to bob your head, moving your wrist to push him over the edge. your other hand caresses his thigh while his hand is wrapped around your wrist. tight. a few more delicious moans leave your best friends mouth, throwing his head back as he bucks his hips up, close to chasing his high.

"yn, ugh, baby I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum." his hold around your wrist tightens as the band in his stomach snaps, feeling the way his cock twitches against your tongue.

you suck on his tip, swirling your wet muscle around it a few times until you taste his cum on your tongue. you let out a surprised moan from the way his load was shooting into your mouth, some even beginning to trickle down the back of your throat.

"ah shit, yn." he chuckles with a hand lazily covering his face. "you're so hot, what the fuck."

you giggle as you lean back on your knees, looking up at him and opening your mouth to show him his load under and around your tongue.

"filthy too, good god." he collects the cum threatening to drip from the corners of your lips as he waits for you to swallow it all and lick the rest from his thumb.

"so was that alright?" you lean your arms across his knees and rest your chin on the back of your hands.

"alright? you did so good baby." he caresses your head again, noticing the way you're refraining from smiling so hard.

"jjun?" you ask, almost a whisper. your fingers tracing invisible shapes across his thighs. he responds with a light hum. "I kind of don't want to see that guy anymore."

"what are you saying?" yeonjun raises an intriguing brow.

"I kinda just want you." there it is again, that precious smile that yeonjun loves to see.

again, he reaches out for you and leads you onto his lap, hovering you over his spent dick. your hands rest on his shoulders, stabilising yourself as he brings his middle and ring finger to stroke up against your clothed slit and rubbing light circles on your clit.

"well, I'm all yours."

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affections reached! 😆

dear wonie𑁤

(💋) ── YANG JUNGWON [정원] ⁞ ㅤㅤ𝓰. fluffㅤㅤ୨୧ㅤㅤ warnings : est. relationship, not proofread, kissing, skinship, jungwon is a literal menace to readerㅤ⟡ㅤ!nonidol childhood bff !wonie 𝔁 fem !reader ㅤᯓ ꒰ wc : 1.1k ꒱ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsynopsis .ᐟ in which your childhood best friend finds your diary.. ── 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ᡣ𐭩

juno's note ─ first wonie fic oh ma goodness?? Σ(ﾟ口ﾟ;)// literally was contemplating whether to post a hoon or wonie fic today but I got more motivation to finish this one hehe >< if you enjoyed reading this, please be sure to like & reblog !! ♡

you could never quite pinpoint the exact day you first met jungwon, but it felt like he had always been a part of your life. growing up in the same neighborhood had its perks, and your bond was a testament to that.

from building blanket forts to navigating the ups and downs of school together, jungwon had always been more than a friend--he was practically family. he was your companion, your partner in crime, and unknowingly, the object of your affection.

in those early days, it seemed almost innocent to have a crush on jungwon. it wasn’t just his adorable dimpled smile or the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. it was how he always knew just the right way to cheer you up after a bad day and the way he could make you laugh until your sides hurt in one go.

by the time high school rolled around, those feelings had multiplied. you could talk to jungwon about anything and everything--except the little secret your heart held dear. so, in an attempt to protect your feelings and still have an outlet for them, you turned to your diary.

you were sure you had hidden that precious notebook far out of jungwon's line of sight, tucked carefully behind the plush white pillows that decorated your bed. that is--until today.

one saturday afternoon, you and jungwon were hanging out in your room, the familiar comfort of his presence making you feel at ease. he found himself sprawled out on your bed, flipping through a comic book, while you busied yourself with organizing your desk.

hours passed and after a bit, you excused yourself to grab some snacks from the kitchen, leaving jungwon alone for a few minutes.

as he lazily scanned your room, his eyes fell on a small, colorful book peeking out from under your bed. curiosity piqued, he reached over and picked it up.

the cover of the book was decked out in a variety of different stickers, small doodles, and even photos of you and the life that enveloped you. a smile formed on jungwon's lips at the sight, flipping it open without a second thought.

his eyes widened as he read the first few lines. it was your diary, filled with heartfelt confessions about him. he almost choked on his spit. him? out of all people?

a slow grin spread across his face when he realized what he had stumbled upon. with a soft chuckle he continued reading, each entry making him smile wider.

when you returned with a bowl of popcorn, you found jungwon grinning mischievously on your bed, arms resting behind his head.

"what's with the grin?" you asked curiously, setting the bowl of warm buttery popcorn down on your desk.

jungwon looked up, his eyes twinkling with amusement before he sighed, his hand reaching over to fiddle with something behind him.

“oh, nothing much. just reading about how you think i have the eyes of an angel.”

and just like that, your face flushed a shade of crimson.

if you thought you were doomed before, watching jungwon wave that forbidden journal around as if it were a first place medal made your heart race like you were in a high speed chase. without a second thought, you lunged for the diary, determined to reclaim it.

“give that back, jungwon!”

a laugh escaped jungwon's lips as he held the journal out of your reach, leaping off your bed in a not so graceful manner before clearing his throat and letting his fingers graze the word filled pages.

“let’s see… ‘i can’t stop thinking about how perfect jungwon looked today, with his messy hair and that smile…’”

you covered your face with your hands, the tips of your ears turning red as the embarrassment from the unfolding situation crept over you.

“stop it, jungwon! that's private!”

Ignoring your protests, he continued, his tone growing more exaggerated with every passing moment.

“‘every time he looks at me, i feel like i’m floating. how is it possible to fall for someone who’s been your friend forever?’”

you made another attempt to grab the diary, but jungwon was too quick. he danced out of reach, his laughter filling the room. “jungwon, i’m serious! stop!”

“but this is gold y/nnnie,” jungwon teased, mockingly prancing around the room with your prized possession in his hands.

did your determination to snatch the diary away from him stop jungwon? not in the slightest. in fact, it only egged him on, his smile growing wider each time your face flushed a new shade of pink. with another laugh, he continued.

“‘sometimes i wonder if he knows how much he means to me. i hope one day he’ll realize just how special he is in my life.’”

there was a silence that followed that sentence, the room suddenly going still for a moment. you slowly let your hands fall from your face, only to realize jungwon was staring directly at you, his teasing expression softening into something more thoughtful.

“do you really feel like that?”

the playful tone in his voice faded, replaced by a genuine curiosity that made your heart flutter. you nodded, too flustered to meet his gaze.

“i never imagined you felt this way about me,” jungwon spoke softly. “i always thought we were just friends.”

“well, i didn’t think you’d ever--” you began, but the words caught in your throat. your feelings had always seemed like they existed in a separate world, apart from your friendship with jungwon.

the air between you two shifted, and for a moment, the laughter and teasing seemed to fade into the background. jungwon reached out, taking your hand in his. the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his eyes made your heart skip a beat.

“why didn’t you ever tell me, y/n?” jungwon asked softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

you looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “i guess i was afraid. afraid it might ruin what we have.”

jungwon’s smile widened, and he leaned closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “it wouldn’t have ruined anything. in fact, i think it might have made things even better.”

before you could respond, jungwon’s lips met yours in a gentle, sweet kiss. it was a kiss that spoke of all the years of unspoken feelings, of the deep bond you two had shared. his hand found its way to your cheek, his finger tipping your chin gently.

when he finally pulled back, his eyes sparkled with a mix of contentment and affection.

“so, what do you say we stop writing about our feelings and start living them?”

you smiled, your heart skipping a beat at the way his thumb brushed against your cheek. “i’d like that.”

and with that, your heart found its home, not in the pages of a diary, but in the boy who had always been there, just waiting for you to see him.

𝓢igning off... @pnghoon

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Cute lil study date~

— ໑▸𖥻 blush

➻ hueningkai x reader (gender neutral)

➻ fluff

⤷ hueningkai, he’s chaotic, funny, smart, pretty, beautiful, and he’s painstakingly in love with you. he's what you call an angel in disguise.

“what answer did you get for question twenty-one?” you leaned on your elbow as you stared at the blonde beside you. it was a slow day for the two of you, both deciding to be productive for once and do some school work for some change. but alas, here you were, sitting beside your love of four months as you both did your work.

well, doing your work may be an overstatement.

“umm, i’m not quite sure with my answer yet but i got letter c for that one,” hueningkai tapped his pen at the book laid out on the table. he stood up with no warning, making the chair creak across the floorboards, “want some snacks?”

you looked up from your work, head still in your palm, leaning on your elbow. “sure, i could use a break from all of this,” your hands gestured to the messy table. hueningkai sent you a smile before he excitedly ran towards the direction of the kitchen with a bounce on his feet.

he’s adorable, you thought.

with a sigh, you leazily leaned back on your own chair, eyes trained to the ceiling above you. “i’m so tired.”

“i know you are.” hueningkai stood behind you. “that’s why i got you food,” he handed you your favorite snack as he took his seat beside you once again.

the next few moments were silent bliss, simply eating in the presence of your love was enough to fill the hole in your heart. you couldn’t ask for anything more.

you took another bite of your food, not noticing the smudge it left on your cheek. but the boy with a mouthful of egg tart noticed it almost immediately.

he tapped on your shoulder, “y/n, you have a little something right here.” one hand reached up to cup your cheek, while the other gently wiped the stain away from your skin. all while doing so, hueningkai's eyes maintained on yours, only looking away to make sure that the mess on your face was gone. his hands were careful with their movements, as if you were a fine set of china. and to make matters worse, his lips were only a few centimeters away.

“there, all gone.” with one last look at your eyes, he pulled away, nonchalantly biting away at his precious egg tarts.

you tried so hard to brush away his sudden confidence as you took a bite of your own tasty treat.

what was that about? you thought to yourself.

“hey, y/n.” he wheeled hus chair slightly closer to you, knees touching.

you tilted your head to gaze at him with a questioning look, “hmm?”

“you know...” hueningkai leaned on his elbow, egg tarts now gone. his lips turned upwards in a sincere smile, “blush looks good on you.”

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title: Dreams Do Come True

pairing: dino x afab!reader

request: 30,37,40,44 as smut(+ what ever else you want!!) with Chan (seventeen)

genre: roomates to lovers, enemies to lovers, smut warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f and m receiving), slightly dom!chan, degradation, praise

synopsis: You hate your roommate, but what will you do when the rent is cheap and you have a roof over your head? One night you have a wet dream about him, and decide to call up your friend to tell him about it - what you don't know is that your roommate is right next to him, listening to every word.

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prompts: 30. "i heard what you said last night" 37. "i want to hear you say it" 40. "stop acting like you were never in love with me" 44. "you need someone. let me be that person. let me be what you need"

a/n: idk why i decided that chan was gonna be so aggressive in this, but here we are-

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"You need someone. let me be that person. let me be what you need, baby." Chan whispered, his mouth so close to the heat between your thighs that you could feel his breath.

"Please, Chan- I need you, so bad," you whimpered.

"Let me take you to heaven then..." He smiled confidently, cocky as always...

... and then you woke up. Your eyes widened as you realized what you had just been dreaming about. Getting eaten out by your roommate, let alone a roommate who has been annoying you for as long as you've lived together? There was no way... he was attractive, of course, but that didn't mean that you thought of him in that way. Or maybe you did considering the fact that you were getting wet just thinking about what that dream could've led you to... No! You were not into Lee Chan! You had to call someone... anyone... someone who would be awake this late...

"Jihoon!" you said as soon as he answered the phone, and you could hear him let out a startled yelp at the sudden loud noise.

"Fuck, why are you calling so late?" He groaned.

"You're awake, aren't you?"

"Yes, but-"

"So then hear me out!"

Jihoon was your best friend of several years, and was the one who got you the apartment you're staying in right now. You're sure he wouldn't be thrilled about you telling him of your weird dream about his other friend, but he was the only one you could talk to at the moment. If you didn't talk to someone you would be left alone with your thoughts, and right now that was worse than the awkward tension you would feel with Jihoon later.

"... tell me, then." He sighed and kept typing at his keyboard.

The sound reminded you of where he was. His very public studio, where many of his would come by to hang out. A sudden nervous feeling hit you at the thought of someone else hearing what you had to say.

"Am I on speaker?" you asked.

"Yup." He sounded unbothered as he kept typing on his keyboard.

"Is anyone there?"

He took a while to answer, almost like he was checking around the room to see if anyone was there.

"Nah..." he answered eventually.

"Okay good, so..." You cleared your throat.

"Get on with it, I have work to do." He sighed once again, as if he wasn't your best friend who was supposed to care about your problems.

"I just had a wet dream about my roommate." You groaned.

"The one you think is annoying?" He was surprisingly calm about your words, despite you confessing to having had dirty dreams about his friend.

"Yeah, which other roommate do I have?"

"So, Chan then?" He chuckled. "You called me to tell me you had a wet dream about my friend?"

"You're the only one that's up this late! If I don't tell anyone I think I'm going to explode," you explained.

"Shouldn't you be talking a bit quieter? What if he hears you? The walls in your apartment aren't super thick," Jihoon said in a monotone voice.

"He's out now, probably drinking with his friends or something- I don't know!" You felt on edge, and the only way to solve it, according to your brain, was to keep talking about it. "Do you wanna know what the worst part is?"

"Tell me," he said.

"He was still just as arrogant as he is in real life." You sighed, "And I was still gonna let him hit."

Jihoon bursted out laughing, the sound of his keyboard stopping for a moment. His chair was squeaking, and you could picture him throwing his head back. Your face grew hot, regretting your words.

"Stop it!" you exclaimed. "Seriously, it's not funny! It's devastating and disturbing! Me? And him? Never in a million years!"

"So you wouldn't do it with him?" he questioned, finally calming down from his laughter.

"Only if I were desperate," you admitted and pulled your covers further up over you chest. "Which I'm not, so no!"

"You sure about that? I mean, every time we talk you complain about not having a boyfriend... and now you had a dream about Chan. Maybe you are desperate," he said calmly.

"Shit... you're right. What if i'm desperate? Ugh, Jihoon... I won't be able to look him in the eyes tomorrow..." You groaned.

"What does that have to do with me?"

For being your friend, Jihoon was certainly not very supportive in your time of need. He wasn't always like this, he usually comforted you when you came to him with your problems. Now he was acting as if he had been expecting this all along.

"You're the one who set me up with this apartment!" you exclaimed.

"Well, I didn't force you to fall in love with him," he countered.

"I'm not in love with him!"

"Yeah, sure." Jihoon scoffed and continued his typing.

Chan was annoying and arrogant, you would never fall in love with him. You sighed as you thought over Jihoon's words. Sure, your roommate was attractive... muscular, nice bone structure, pretty face... he probably had a big- no. You couldn't be thinking of him like this, he was your sworn enemy!

"Y/N, I'm gonna hang up now." Jihoon interrupted your train of thought.

"Fine, leave me alone to suffer. Traitor..."

"Just go back to sleep, maybe you could finish what you started with Chan." Jihoon snickered.

"Shut the fuck up, I shouldn't have called you!" You groaned.

"You really shouldn't have." His snickering continued, but you paid no attention to it.

You hung up quickly and stared at your ceiling. How would you ever look Chan in the eyes again? You had to move or something, fast.

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The next morning you woke up to the smell of coffee. You could tell from the scent that it was the good kind, the fancy full beans you had to ground up before putting in the machine. You never had the time to make it, usually settling for the coffee powder instead. Your roommate, however, had grown accustomed to a special cup of coffee in the morning. It was another way you would make fun of him to your friends behind his back. Chan was probably making breakfast in the kitchen right now... you didn't want to go there and have to interact with him... but coffee...

With quick steps you walked to the kitchen. You didn't have time to get dressed, only wearing the big t-shirt you wore to bed over your underwear. It didn't matter, you would be in and out of the kitchen within seconds. You only had one mission: coffee.

"Good morning," Chan greeted you as you got into the kitchen.

Shit. As soon as you heard his voice, your knees started trembling. Maybe the trip to the kitchen was a bad idea - a sign that you shouldn't always act on your impulses - but there was no turning back now.

"Ah... hey," you said.

I'm so screwed.

"Do you want some coffee?" he asked and took out a cup.

He stretches up his arm to the cupboard, revealing how well toned his biceps are. His shirt rides up a little too, exposing his slim waist. You mentally slap yourself for staring.

"Thanks," you mutter out.

Chan pours you a cup of coffee from the pot of coffee that he had just made. Fresh coffee in the morning should wake you up. Chan looked delicious in that tight, black t-shirt, and his plaid pajama pants. The universe had something against you this morning. You accepted the mug he gave you, and accidentally touched his hand in the process. For a second, you swore that you felt your heart skip a beat. Why were you suddenly so affected by everything that he did? You need to remember that he was irritating, arrogant... and so hot...

"God damnit..." you whispered.

"What was that?" Chan asked with a knowing smile on his face.

"Oh? Hm.. nothing. It's nothing," you muttered and leaned against the counter.

"Were you up late last night?" he asked unprovoked.

"No- no... why do you ask?" You cleared your throat.

"You just seem a bit out of it. I thought that maybe you didn't get enough sleep." He shrugged, making you feel stupid for worrying.

"Wow, I've never seen you this considerate." You fell into your usual habit of bickering with him.

"Oh, I'm a considerate person," he said, "but I'm especially considerate in bed."

You almost spat out your coffee. Chan looked up at you with a look of fake surprise on his stupid face. You put your cup down on the counter. This couldn't be a coincidence. He was usually annoyingly flirty, but Chan was never so direct.

"... did Jihoon tell you something?" you asked.

"No, I heard what you said last night. All of it." Chan looked down in his mug.

You were lucky that you had put down your cup, otherwise you would've dropped it now. Instead, your heart dropped from your chest down to your stomach.

"How could you hear that, weren't you out with-" You realized that when he said he was going out to drinks with friends, Jihoon was obviously included in that. "Did anyone else hear?!"

"The other guys had gone to another bar by then, some had gone home too." He grinned. "It was just Jihoon and I in the studio, don't worry about it."

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Why did Jihoon say there was no one there? Why would he be so casual about your dream if Chan was right there with him?

"... but Jihoon told me to speak quieter in case you were in the other room..." you muttered.

"He's smart, you know? He didn't want to blow my cover," Chan said nonchalantly.

"Why would he do that?"

"He's been trying to set us up since the beginning, he told me last night." He took another sip of his coffee before putting his mug down.

"Pfft- why would he set us up together? That doesn't make any sense-"

"Stop acting like you were never in love with me for these past few years." Chan had caged you in by putting his hands on either side of the counter behind you.

"I've never-"

"I see the way you look at me when you think I can't see you." Chan interrupted you. "Whether you can admit it or not, there's something between us."

Never in your life had you expected this to happen to you. You gulped, and tried to back up - but you couldn't go any further back. The cold counter burned through the thin material of your shirt, sending a shiver down your spine.

"I can admit it, Y/N," He said quietly. "Whenever you're around I can't think straight, I feel a constant need to impress you, there's something about you that is so incredibly magnetic to me... I can't stand it."

"So why don't you do something about it?" you asked, a sudden wave of confidence hitting you.

Both of you stared intensely at each other, not daring to break eye contact. Chan finally gave in, swearing under his breath before smashing his lips onto yours. The kiss was heated, both of you trying to fight for dominance. Years of tension between you and your roommate started pouring out of you. Your back pressed against the counter as your arms wrapped around his neck to bring him closer. His tongue roamed your mouth, his lips tasting like the stupid coffee he buys. Chan pushed his knee between your legs, letting your core rub up against his thigh. You let out a satisfied hum against his lips, and broke the kiss to catch your breath.

"We're doing this then?" Chan panted out.

"I'll swear vengeance on your entire fucking bloodline if you don't fuck me right now," you deadpanned.

"It'll be my pleasure.," he said and lifted you up.

You wrapped your arms around his neck again, and your legs around his waist. As he carried you away to his bedroom, he kissed you again but you stopped him. One of your hands pressed against his chest, and you pulled away from his lips.

"There's no way we're having sex for the first time in your room, go to my room!"

"God, you're so difficult!"

Despite his complaining, Chan turned on his heel and walked to your room. It was still messy from the night before, you hadn't bothered to clean up before going into the kitchen - to be fair, you hadn't imagined yourself in this position at that point. Your roommate paid no attention to the mess, and approached your bed with long steps. Chan threw you on your bed and pulled off his shirt, throwing it to the side before getting on top of you. His thin silver chain dangled in your face, and you resisted the urge to pull him down by it.

"Where do you keep your condoms?" he asked.

"... I don't have any condoms," you replied, stunned by the question.

"Fucking-" He took a deep breath. "This is why we should've gone to my room. Why don't you have any condoms?"

"I haven't had sex in a while! Unlike you, I don't indulge in causal sex with random people from the bar!" you retorted back.

"I don't have casual sex either, what are you talking about?"

"Then why can I hear-" You stopped yourself at the realization and your eyes widened. "Oh my god, why are you so loud when masturbating?"

"Why are you listening to me masturbate!?"

"If I could close my ears, I would!" you said, and then gasped. "Do you think of me when you masturbate?"

You absolutely loved teasing him, even if your claims had no proof. This time, however, you had some kind of proof - seeing as he did admit that he's been thinking about you.

"... don't ask me that!" Chan's ears turned bright red.

"You actually do!?" You laughed.

"What about you then? Hm? After you had that wet dream about me, what did you do?" He was back on top of you, incredibly close, and his voice was suddenly more aggressive.

"... that's my business." Now it was your turn to get flustered.

"Exactly, so don't-"

"Oh shut up, would you?" You pulled on his chain, bringing him in for another kiss.

You couldn't help yourself, you smiled against his lips - why was the thought of him getting off to you almost cute? Chan could talk big game, but he probably had to go jerk off if he saw you wearing a short skirt. Your arms wrapped around him, feeling the muscles on his back.

"Seriously though, I still have to go get a condom," he muttered against your lips.

"I'm on the pill, just go for it," you murmured.

"Really?" He pulled away from you again.

"Yes, I don't care - you said you hadn't had sex in a while, right? So you don't have any diseases?"

"What? No."

"Great, then please just make me cum already."

He pulled off your shirt, wanting to get as close to you as possible. You hadn't worn a bra under it, and he immediately started groping your tits - his lips still attached to yours.

"I want to taste you," he murmured as he pulled away from you.

"Be my guest."

Chan kissed down your neck, to the sensitive skin of your chest. He relished in your soft whimpers as he nipped at the pebbled buds. As much as he loved the way you squirmed from his touch, he had a mission on his hands. His hands traveled further down, and his lips followed suit. He pulled off your panties and started kissing your inner thighs.

"What did I do in your dream, princess?" The nickname rolled off so easily from his tongue, you could've thought that he had called you that for ages.

The sun shined bright outside your window, but your yellow-tinted blinds left the room with a dimmed golden light dusted across every surface. It left a halo-like glow around Chan's head. You reached down to caress chan's cheek, and he quickly pressed a kiss to your palm. If you could just forget about all of your bickering for a moment, and just soak in this undivided loving attention you were getting, that would bring you ecstasy. As his words finally met your ears, you started grinning at the thought of your dream.

"Well, we didn't get very far because I woke up... but it wasn't far off from what you're doing right now," you said. "And you said something about taking me to heaven."

"Then I'll do that for you now." He placed a final kiss to your thigh before making his way towards pussy.

The lewd sounds coming from his mouth, combined with the amazing feeling of his tongue on your clit, made you absolutely lose it. You moaned out loudly, not caring if your neighbor were to complain later; because all that mattered was that Chan didn't stop whatever magic he was doing to your body.

"Please, don't stop..." you moaned.

He hummed against you, bringing up a finger to your cunt. You moaned out a "yes", and he started thrusting his fingers inside of you at your command. Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, pulling gently at it - making him groan against you, and the vibrations only sending you closer to your climax.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." you whined.

Chan got the message loud and clear, and kept going in a steady pace. You came all over his face, riding out your high on his fingers. You finally opened your eyes and looked at chan, who wore a cocky grin. He pushed his fingers, covered in your orgasm, past your lips, and you eagerly sucked on them. As he pushed them further down, you gagged around them - your still needy cunt clenching around nothing.

"So, did I take you to heaven?" he asked, taking his fingers away from your lips.

"I think you almost did." You took a deep breath. "... why are you so good at that?"

"I'm a man of many talents."

"Apparently..." You scoffed. "Want me to repay the favor?"

You were quick to untie Chan's pants and pull them down along with his underwear. You watched as his cock slapped against against his toned abdomen, he looked to be slightly bigger than average - but nothing you couldn't handle. You spit on your hand and grabbed his shaft, slowly stroking it up and down.

"Fuck..." Chan sighed.

"Was it all you ever imagined it to be?" you teased him.

He looked down on you, a dominant look in his eyes. His hand cupped your cheek gently, before his fingers tangled themselves in your hair and pulled.

"Suck," he said hoarsely.

Not knowing why, you did as he said and took his cock in your mouth. Chan let out another sigh as you started to bob your head. His fingers didn't leave your hair, and as you tried to touch yourself he gently tugged at it again.

"Don't," he said, in that same dominating tone that made you weak in the knees. "Now keep your eyes on me, princess."

You heard yourself moan at his words, not realizing that you were even doing it. At the sound of your desperate, muffled whines, Chan pulled you off of him, and leaned down to be on eye level with you.

"Do you like it when I tell you what to do?" He grinned proudly. "This is really unexpected, princess."

You let out a short whimper at the pet name, as you found yourself growing very fond of it. He pulled you up from your place on your knees, and pushed you onto the bed again.

"Get on your hands and knees for me," he said.

You did as he asked, and gasped as his hands strongly gripped your hips. The least you expected was a warning, but you didn't even get that as he shoved his cock inside of you - making your arms give out under you. You felt how he placed a few chaste kisses along your spine before he started thrusting.

"So you like being told what to do, despite always talking back to me...", he pondered out loud. "What other things have you been hiding from me, Y/N?"

Your face was buried in your pillows, muffling your moans. Chan landed a smack on your ass, and gently massaged the area were his hand had hit. He grabbed your hair again and pulled you back, pressing your back against his chest. He kept thrusting into you shallowly, but it was enough to keep you whining and moaning.

"Would you tell me, princess?" he asked in a fake sugar sweet tone, cooing as you whined for him. "What is it that makes you wet by just thinking about it? Come on... I want to hear you say it."

He stopped thrusting into you, instead bringing his fingers to your clit rubbing quick circles. You couldn't bring yourself to answer, instead you found yourself desperately trying to grind down on his cock.

"I haven't already ruined your little brain, have I?" He started kissing your neck.

At this point you were a moaning mess, trying your best to reach your high once again. It was as he said - he had ruined your brain, brought you to a state of pure bliss where no thoughts could reach you. You could only think of his cock that stayed so deep inside you - you could barely register the feeling of his soft lips fluttering against your neck.

"So pretty like this... all fucked out on my cock," he murmured against your skin. "Maybe you're just a slut for my cock, hm? Is that why you've been listening to me masturbate? Playing with yourself as you listen to me moaning... is that why you're having dreams about me? Do you want my cock that bad that even your subconscious makes up little stories for you? Maybe you're touching yourself just thinking about me at night, hoping that I'll come into your room and fuck your brains out?"

"Chan please..." you moaned.

"Please what, princess?"

"Please make me cum- I want you to cum inside me..." Your voice was weak, but Chan heard you loud and clear.

He pushed you back down, your face falling back in the pillows, and started thrusting hard and fast into you. At this point he had you screaming, lucky for the neighbors that your voice was muffled by the pillows.

"I'm so close!" you managed to get out between your blabbering moans.

But as you said so, he pulled out of you - leaving your hole empty and clenching around nothing. You were about to start fighting him, but then he flipped you over. His face was flushed red, his hair a mess, and his eyes were filled with lust.

"I want to see your face when I make you cum," he said and aligned himself with your entrance again.

"Fuck you, Chan," you managed to say before he started thrusting into you again.

He didn't respond, only grinned - because he knew that he had won as soon as he had gotten you to beg for him. He was right, but you wouldn't admit that. Your moans started growing louder again, and he shoved two fingers inside your mouth to keep you quiet. You sucked on them, swirling your tongue around his digits, and closing your eyes in pleasure.

"Such a good slut for me..." he grunted. "Do you need to have all of your holes filled up to be satisfied, huh?"

You were getting close to your high, but so was he. He took his fingers out of your mouth to grip your hips harder, and you wrapped both your arms and legs around him. You were getting close again, and Chan could tell. Because you didn't want him to rob you of your orgasm again, you decided to give up your pride.

"Please let me cum, Chan!" you moaned.

Had you been looking at his face right now, you would've seen the utter shock in his eyes. He almost came right then, because it was honestly the hottest thing he had ever heard you say. He took his chance as you had your eyes closed to compose himself.

"Cum for me, princess," he whispered in your ear.

As you reached your high, you desperately clawed at his back, moaning out his name over and over again. Chan came right after you, releasing himself inside of you like you had asked him to. He crashed into your pillows, right beside you. His dick was still inside of you, and he was heaving, but he pulled your body close to his; and for some reason you welcomed his embrace by wrapping your arms around him.

"I didn't know you were so good at sex..." you said between heavy breaths. "You are the filthiest fucker I know."

Chan laughed at your comment, and then almost lovingly looked at your face. He moved to sit more comfortably, both of you moaning at the overstimulating sensation. Your muscles tensed and relaxed as Chan started drawing small circles on your skin with his fingertips. He was looking you in the eye again, now slightly more amused.

"You look so fucked." He chuckled.

"So do you," you retorted. "... did I scratch you before?"

"You did." Chan nodded. "But it's alright, I don't mind."

The two of you laid there in silence, looking at each other breathing. You hadn't felt so calm in forever. To think that Chan would bring you this peace was unthinkable, as he was usually the cause to your headaches. But as he laid there, smiling ever so slightly, you realized that there was no one else you would like to be like this with.

"Are you okay?" he suddenly asked. "I know I got pretty rough, I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"The lee chan, apologizing to me? That's a first." You giggled. "I'm fine, I just need to clean up."

"Let me help you, then."

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

When lee chan offered to help you, you thought he would at least get you a towel and at most carry you to the bathroom. However, here you were: in a bathtub that smelled of florals, enjoying a relaxing bath that Chan had drawn up for you. Maybe he wasn't lying when he said he was a considerate lover. Chan had quickly showered and gotten dressed, but walked back to the bathroom to check on you.

"Are you doing okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, thanks," you said with a warm smile.

"Just call on me when you want to get out," he said.

"I will." You watched as he started walking out. "Chan?"

He turned around to look at you. A clump started forming in your throat, the words you needed to say lingering on the tip of your tongue.

"What does this make us?" you asked.

"Not just roommates anymore, at least." He pushed his hands in his pockets. "... I don't know. It's complicated, but we can figure it out."

You nodded, and watched him leave. You hadn't imagined yourself to feel such warmth for Chan, and yet here you were. Maybe Jihoon was right in trying to set up the two of you.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . BONUS . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

A few days later you were walking to the kitchen to get yourself a snack. You heard talking and looked over at the couch, finding Jihoon sitting down with Chan. Jihoon's back was turned against you, and as soon as Chan saw you he gave you a soft smile. A silent 'hello', that left your heart feeling light. Jihoon turned around to look at you and then back at Chan. As the cogs started turning in his brain, he scoffed.

"So you two fucked finally?" he blurted out nonchalantly.

"What?! No!" you and Chan exclaimed in unison.

Jihoon could see right through you, and hummed disapprovingly at your lies. You and Chan looked down to the floor, giving yourselves away.

"I guess some people owe me money, then." Jihoon grinned. "Did you start dating too?"

"People bet money on us?" Chan asked.

"Yeah, and I'll get more money if you actually started dating afterwards - so?"

You and Chan looked at each other. There had been no time to actually talk it through, you had just been trying to get used to not bickering with each other - and certain other benefits your new relationship brought. Chan raised his eyebrows a bit, as if to ask you if it was okay with you. You nodded.

"We're dating," he answered, not breaking eye contact with you.

"Okay, I need you to tell me when you've decided to tell other people, so that I can start reminding people that they owe me money," Jihoon said.

You gave Chan a look, his big grin made you smile and look away - suddenly flustered at Jihoon's words. How long had the two of you been oblivious? You obviously had a lot of time to make up for...

yeah, i’d stomp away too 😂😂😂

— perspective

➻ choi soobin x reader (gender neutral)

➻ fluff <3

⤷ just a bit of loving banter with the choi soobin

“we should get new curtains soon.” your fingers fiddled with the cotton material. it’s been so long since you’ve shopped for any home decor, and you thought now would be the perfect time to change it up. “preferably the color beige, something light this time.”

soobin perked up from his spot on the couch, “but I actually like the color we have now.” he eyed the curtain with consideration before nodding, going back to scrolling on his phone.”i like it as it is.”

a huff slid out of your mouth, “but it looks tacky and so old, bub. we need new ones.” your hands widely gestured to the curtain behind you. “do you even see the state of this thing?”

soobin glanced at you and said, “crystal.” then, his attention is all trained on his phone again, leaving you to your devices.

“fine.” you stormed out of the living room to get your coat, ready to leave to purchase new curtains. the sound of your footsteps echoes in soobin’s ears. he sat up when he noticed you weren’t in the room. immediately, soobin stood up on his feet and rushed to get to you. “y/n, wait!”

he spotted you later at the door, body draped in your coat and money at the ready.

wow, you’re really serious about the curtain. soobin thought. a smile almost made its way on his lips as he looked over at you.

“where are you going?” he asked.

you popped out your hip, hand placed on your waist. “uhh, to the furniture store? You know, to buy new curtains?” you said with attitude.

“but why?” soobin pouted at you.

“because the one we have is ugly!”

soobin looked over his shoulder, gazing at the curtain hanging on the window. “hmm... i don’t see the hideousness you speak of, bub.”

“come here.” you tugged soobin by his sleeves, leading him to stand in front of said curtains. “just see it from my perspective.”

he remained silent with his head slightly tilted to the side. “i just don’t see it, y/n.” his eyes darted to you, a mischievous glint present in his orbs. soobin moved a bit closer to you, then he crouched down to your height, seemingly to ‘see’ it from your perspective.

did this man just-

“oh, i see it now!” he cheered from beside you. “yeah, we need new ones.” laughing, soobin turned his head to you.

snap

“don’t talk to me.” you deadpanned.

“but i just saw it from your perspective!” soobin thrashed his long arms in the air with an evident pout on his lips. you ignored him as you stomped your way back to the bedroom.

“i’m not talking to you!” you cupped your hands on both of your ears, leaving your hearing muffled and unclear.

“oh come on, y/n. baby? bub? sunshine?”

“lalalala!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

soobin just shook his head at your cute annoying antics.

what a brat, but a cute one tho. he thought.

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fuma as a crush and bf ₊˚ෆ

crush/bf!fuma x fem!reader 0.7k words requested!

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When fuma has a crush on you, he’d..

(♡•♡) give you small smiles whenever you enter the room, whenever you open your mouth to speak, whenever you make eye contact.. It’s just his way of saying hello without sounding like an idiot. 

(♡•♡) stutter whenever you talk to him. It’s part of the reason why he likes to stick to small smiles. Not because he hates your presence, he just hates the fact that he stutters so much around you, his cheeks burning red as he bats his eyes to the floor, finding his shoes extra shiny

(♡•♡) be protective over you. He likes to call himself subtle, but anyone walking by can see the glares he gives to men when they try to even take a glance at you. You don’t know it yet, but you’re his girl, so no one is going to be looking at you in any type of way >:(

(♡•♡) follow you like a lost puppy. Or should I say, “she said she likes this, so I’m going to do the same thing” knowing good and well he despises whatever action you’re doing. If you decide to put bows in his hair, he’d be cringing on the inside, but hey, at least you’re happy 🤷‍♀️

(♡•♡) confess when you’re trapped inside a run down elevator. Usually fuma would like to keep his feelings to himself, but he hates when he begins to second guess the situation, thinking about all the possible ways something could go wrong. It limits him from being happy, and he hates feeling trapped inside a box. So as you’re sitting there in silence, he’d randomly blurt out the feelings he’s been holding back, finally able to get them off his chest. He doesn’t expect you to like him back, so to say he was a little shocked when you got up and kissed him was an understatement. 

When you’re dating fuma, he’d..

♥‿♥ want to go grocery shopping together! He’d insist on carrying all the baskets and paying for all your purchases, your only job is to point at the things you want so he can get them for you. Likes to socialize when waiting in the checkout line, his arm wrapped around your waist while he pushes your head to his shoulder; he’s not exactly a pda type of guy, but he does crave your warmth from time to time :3

♥‿♥ put his hand on your thigh whenever you’re in a dinner setting. This isn’t to rile you up in any type of way, just like a comforting reminder, chanting the words, “I’m here,” if you somehow manage to forget. He’d also feed you snacks if you’re out on a picnic or something. It honestly reminds me of High School Musical, the scene where Troy and Gabriella are trying to throw grapes into each other's mouths. It’s romantic yet silly, something fuma cherishes.

♥‿♥ want you to go to the gym with him. You don’t even have to work out, he just likes it when you’re watching him do his form. He feels powerful almost, knowing he’s the reason why you drool, which keeps him motivated to do better 😋

♥‿♥ be your #1 supporter. Like I said before, fuma doesn’t like being trapped inside a box, so he’d encourage himself to step out of his shell and face his fears, the same goes for you. He understands why you’re scared, but he wants you to understand that he will be with you every step of the way. When you finally face your fear, fuma would be so proud of you, spending the rest of the day (or week (or month)) spoiling you, celebrating your victory. And if you didn’t, fuma would console you, because at least you tried your hardest, you know?

♥‿♥ nag at you. Fuma is not only your boyfriend.. He’s your mother atp. Nags at you for going outside without a jacket. Nags at you for staying inside and playing pokemon all day. Nags at you for refusing to eat your vegetables – he’d give you one stern look, and right then and there did you know that you messed up. He doesn’t want to seem mean, but he wants you to take care of your health is all :(( 

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