I Can Only Wish For A Man Like That

🥹i can only wish for a man like that🥹

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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badboy!san

a part of you wishes that you listened to wooyoung more carefully when he first warned you about his roommate. 

that you really sat down and considered what your best friend of six years was telling you, so warningly and cautiously, almost with a preconceived look of fear and sympathy in his eyes. 

like he knew, in just a matter of months, you’d be completely ruined and destroyed by the first boy you’d ever been with. 

“whatever you do, y/n, please, just stay away from choi san, okay?” wooyoung begged quietly, his tone the most serious and soft spoken you’d heard in your life from him.

“you have to promise me.”

but you heard the words and pushed them off carelessly, promised him with a roll of your eyes and a scoff that followed that of course, if he really wants, you’d stay away from choi san.

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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"

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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...

daddy's in a tutu !!

(🩰) ── 𝓟ARK JONGSEONG [제이] ⁞ ㅤㅤ𝓰. fluff, humor, married auㅤㅤ୨୧ㅤㅤ warnings : est. relationship, not proofread, pet-namesㅤ⟡ㅤ!nonidol hubby !jay 𝔁 wife !reader ᯓ ꒰ wc : 1.3k꒱ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsynopsis .ᐟ in which you come back home to the sight of your husband in a pretty pink tutu (•̪ o •̪) ── 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ᡣ𐭩

juno's note ─ "unfortunately I can imagine him in a tutu if our daughter asked him too" is so jay coded. you will never not catch me yapping about husband jay..bc why is that man so hubby material. if you enjoyed reading this, please be sure to like & reblog !! ♡

the snow was falling heavily outside, blanketing the world in a soft, white layer. inside your cozy home, you were busy getting ready for a day of much-needed errands.

bustling around the house, you pulled on your warmest winter coat and bundled up, ready to brave the icy roads.

before you left, you turned to your husband, jay, and your four year old daughter, yubin, who was sitting on the couch, hugging her favorite pink stuffed bunny.

you stared at your daughter's crestfallen face as she cuddled up beside jay. It was the inevitable that the four year old would be upset right now. due to the icy roads and heavy snow, today's ballet class was canceled, leaving yubin devastated.

“are you sure you'll be okay?” you asked, fixing the scarf around your neck and grabbing your purse.

jay looked up from the couch, where he was busy trying to cheer up yubin, her eyes still a bit puffy from the earlier tears and her nose resembling rudolph.

“we'll be fine,” he reassured with a smile, “right, princess?”

yubin nodded half-heartedly, a cute pout still present on her face as she clutched her bunny.

“you guys call me if you need anything,” you reminded them, pressing a kiss to jay's cheek and ruffling yubin's hair. “i'll be back soon.”

and with one last look at your two favorite people, you braved the snowy outdoors. the cold air nipped at your cheeks, but the promise of hot cocoa and a warm house kept you going.

you made your way to the car, shaking your head with a smile at how cute they looked together. little did you know, an adventure was unfolding inside.

jay and yubin huddled together in the living room, surrounded by the warmth of the heater and the faint sound of delicate snowflakes hitting the window.

yubin wore her little ballet outfit, a mini bun perched on the crown of her head as she practiced her pirouettes.

jay on the other hand, was trying his best to keep up with her, although his ballet skills were definitely less refined.

“okay binnie, let’s try that spin again,” jay said, puffing slightly. “i think i’ve got it now.”

yubin giggled, her cheeks flushed with excitement as he watched her dad try to catch his breath from just a couple twirls.

“daddy, you’re doing great! but…”

“but what, sweetheart?” jay asked, glancing down at her with a raised brow.

“i think you need a tutu too!”

jay blinked. he hadn't anticipated that request. “a tu..tu? i don’t know if that’s a good idea honey...”

“pleeease, daddy?” yubin begged, giving him her best puppy eyes. “it’ll be so much fun!”

jay stared at his daughter for a moment, his heart swelling in his chest at the sight of her big round eyes staring up at him.

after a moment of thought, jay reluctantly sighed, giving in to her adorable plea. “alright, alright. if it’ll make you happy, i’ll wear a tutu.”

and with that, jay found himself sporting a frilly tutu that barely fit his hips, his face turning an adorable shade of pink to match the tutu. yubin clapped her hands in delight, twirling around in her own tutu.

“we're matching now daddy!” yubin cheered, jumping around in her ballet slippers.

jay laughed, looking down at the slight new change of wardrobe. it was definitely a combo to say the least, never in his life would he expect sweats to look so good with a tutu.

“isn't that right binnie?” he commented, extending his hand for yubin to take. “now, let's get back to those grand jeté's we were working on earlier eh?”

yubin squealed, immediately accepting his requests with the grasp of her tiny fingers and a wide smile plastered on her face.

“yes please!”

as they continued their ballet practice, the living room had turned into a makeshift stage for the two, with yubin and jay performing a whimsical ballet routine, the sweet melodies of the nutcracker adding the perfect touch to their chaotic performance.

“okay, let’s see your best grand jeté!” yubin called out, her tiny arms reaching out dramatically.

jay attempted a grand jeté, but ended up looking more like an enthusiastic baby goose learning to fly, his arms flailing in the air.

yubin giggled uncontrollably, trying to mimic her dad's moves with even more dramatizing flair.

they pranced around the living room for what seemed like hours, their tutus fluttering in sync with every twirl and leap. for jay’s sake, they would take periodic breaks throughout the practice.

during these breaks, yubin would watch in amusement as her dad rested his hands on his waist, desperately trying to regain his composure. let’s just say, it was like watching a wind-up toy wind down.

after what felt like ages, you were finally heading home. sure, the sweet jingle of christmas music and the warm smell of cinnamon from each errand stop were enduring, but what you were really looking forward to was being wrapped up in a warm, cozy blanket with the two people you love most.

as you pulled into the driveway, the house looked picture perfect against the snowy backdrop. you carried your bags inside, balancing them as you nudged the door open with your hip.

“i'm back!” you called out, kicking off your snowy boots and setting the bags down in the kitchen. “i got all the goodies!”

no response. now you were curious.

you walked further into the house slowly, following the sound of familiar classical music you knew all too well. peeking around the corner, you stopped in your tracks, eyes wide and mouth agape.

there, in the middle of the living room was your husband, in a bright pink tutu that barely fit his athletic build. matching his outfit was your daughter, her own tutu flaring out as she twirled around, her giggles a melody of their own. they were completely in the zone, unaware of your presence.

If you were being frank, the scene was too precious to interrupt. jay was trying to execute an arabesque, but his balance was off, making yubin laugh even more.

“come on, daddy! like this!” she demonstrated with the grace only a child could have, and jay tried again, a bit more successfully this time.

you couldn’t hold back your laughter any longer, and jay’s head practically spun at the sound, his face turning even redder from embarrassment.

“oh- hey honey! um, well, yubin wanted to practice ballet–” he explained, his voice trailing off at the end.

“don't stop on my account,” you teased, revealing yourself from behind the wall as you took in the scene before you in all it’s glory.

yubin ran over to you, her eyes shimmering with excitement.

“mommy, look! daddy's my ballet partner!”

you couldn't help but chuckle, kneeling down to hug your daughter. “i can see that," you commented through giggles, your gaze flickering towards your husband for a moment. “and I must say.. he's doing a pretty fantastic job.”

“why thank you.” jay answered. he tried to pull off a graceful bow, but from the energy he had just exerted to his recent performance with his daughter, he stumbled a bit.

you couldn't stop laughing, tears forming in your eyes. “oh, jay, you're a sight.”

jay grinned, walking over to join you and there daughter. “anything for our little princess. plus, i think i’ve found a new appreciation for tutus.”

later that evening, after yubin was tucked into bed, you and jay found yourselves cuddled on the couch, the soft glow of the christmas tree lights casting a warm glow to the room.

“you really made her day today, y'know,” you murmured, resting your head on jay's chest.

“well, that's what dads are for, right?” he replied, his fingers playing with a strand of your hair.

“i think you might have missed your calling as a ballet dancer,” you teased, nudging his side with your elbow.

jay laughed, pulling you closer. “i'll stick to my day job, thanks. but for yubin, i'd wear a tutu any day.”

you smiled, feeling the warmth of his love envelop you. “and that's exactly why you’re so amazing.”

𝓢igning off... @pnghoon

── 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 [OPEN 🗯] @onlyhees @amouriu @greentulip @enhluv1 @samiikeu @hoonwhile @dearrwoni @won4kiss @jakesangel

a superhero's sweet reward

SIM JAEYUN [제이크] ── 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

୨୧ pairing : !nonidol spidey!ikeu x fem gf!reader ꒰wc : 1.2k꒱

୨୧ genre + content warnings : fluff, humor, skinship, est. relationship, mentions of injuries, kissing, jake's a little goofster, not proofread

୨୧ synopsis : in which spidey!ikeu appears in your room late at night all bruised and hurt, and you help clean him up.

writer's note ─ yall..i'm gonna be completely honest with you..I did not expect all thatt on one of my first ever fics. like I was completely mind blown coming back from work and seeing that it got like 130+ notes. JAW DROPPED. anyways because of all the love on my hoon short story I wanted to spoil yall and give you a spider-verse jaeyun story ;)) this was heavily inspired by spidey-boy by @luvvsim !! I absolutely loveee there work. (like sm.) if you enjoyed reading this, please be sure to like & reblog !! ♡

the night in new york city hummed with its usual buzz, but inside your room, there was a sense of peacefulness. despite living in the city that never sleeps, you felt content. lying on your bed, earbuds snugly fit into your ears, lost in the beats of your favorite song—it was the perfect end to your busy nights. little did you know, the real excitement was about to swoop in through your window.

suddenly, as if on cue, a shadow dashed across the room. startled, you pulled out an earbud just as a familiar figure swung in through the window, landing into your comfortable sanctuary with a soft thud. there he was—jake sim: new york's very own spiderman and the graceful title of your boyfriend. you watched as he stood there in all his superhero glory, steadying himself on his feet after a slightly harsh landing.

“hey, cutie. miss me?” he spoke out, wincing a little as he removed his mask, revealing a boyish grin and tousled blonde hair. his face bore a few new bruises, and his suit had seen better days.

“jake, the door is literally unlocked,” you called out, sitting up on your bed as you discarded your earbuds.

“where's the fun in that?” came the muffled reply from your boyfriend as he steadied himself, his suit sporting a few new rips and his face a canvas of small cuts and bruises.

you frowned, scanning the variety of bruises and cuts that painted his face and toned body, gently guiding him to sit on the edge of your bed. “you're hurt.”

“it's just a scratch,” he reassured, trying to sound nonchalant but wincing again as he moved. “besides, i get to see my favorite nurse now.”

you rolled your eyes, fetching the first aid kit from your bathroom cabinet. “very funny, spiderman. now sit still.”

jake obeyed, squirming slightly as he took a seat on your bed and shrugged off his suit. you took in the sight of his bruises and cuts, a mixture of concern filling you. he was always so brave and generous. but right now, he was just your jake, and you were going to make sure he was okay.

“hold still,” you instructed, gently dabbing at a cut on his cheek with antiseptic. he flinched a bit, but his eyes sparkled with mischief.

“ow! are you trying to finish me off, babe?” he joked, his lips quirking up in a grin as he put on an exaggerated show for you.

you rolled your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips. “oh, hush. maybe if you'd stop getting into trouble, i wouldn't have to play nurse.”

“but..who would keep you company during your lonely nights?” he retorted rather innocently, though his playful grin spoke otherwise.

you smiled, shaking your head. “you know, most boyfriends just text or call. you on the other hand have to swing in through windows.”

he shrugged. “what can i say? i like to make an entrance.”

as you continued to clean and bandage his wounds, a comfortable silence enveloped your new york apartment. the soft hum of the wind, the muffled sound of your music still playing from your phone. it painted an almost soothing picture. well, besides the bruised up and hurt superhero on your bed. you continued to assist his cuts, watching his face contort into a sour look before he quickly recovered.

“so, what exactly did you do today that got you looking like you went ten rounds with a bulldozer?” you question, your brow raising in curiosity.

jake smiled at your light-hearted joke, clearing his throat before speaking again. “just another day in the life, y’know? i saved a kitten from a tree, stopped a bank robbery, and had a very intense conversation with a pigeon. fascinating stuff.”

you snorted, grabbing the box of bandages from your nightstand. “sounds like a regular tuesday.”

“exactly,” he agreed, leaning in as you dabbed at a cut on his forehead, the white cotton ball tinting a shade of red. “that pigeon was surprisingly chatty.”

you shook your head, trying to suppress a laugh as you focused on cleaning his wounds. jake's eyes followed your every move, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“y’know,” he started off. “i think that pigeon had some good advice. he told me i should kiss my girlfriend more often.”

his comment only earned a snicker from you, the cotton ball moving to clean off a particularly nasty cut on his face, watching him wince at the sudden contact.

“ow, ow! careful, doc, i’m delicate!”

“delicate, my foot,” you teased, giving him a mock glare. “you swing from skyscrapers and fight bad guys, but a little antiseptic is too much for ya?”

he laughed, the sound a comforting balm against the night’s weariness. “hey, i have my limits, okay?”

“do you now?” you retorted, your smile growing at his light-hearted banter. another comfortable silence fell once more before you broke it with another question.

“and what other brilliant advice did this know it all pigeon give you, other than kissing his girlfriend more often?”

jake grinned as you brought the topic back up, clearing his throat like he was about to make the most moving declaration. “he said i should cherish every moment, because you never know when your next battle with a supervillain might be.”

“wise pigeon,” you commented, reaching for a bandage. “you're lucky i’m such a good nurse.”

“luckiest guy in the world,” he agreed, his eyes twinkling. “and not just because of your nursing skills.”

“flattery will get you nowhere, sim,” you retorted, though you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “but it might earn you a kiss once i’m done.”

jake’s face lit up. “in that case, i think i might have another cut you missed."

you look at jake dumbfounded, pausing your movements entirely as you slowly brought your gaze back towards his face, your expression etched with concern. your worriment soon dissipated into thin air as you watched him point to his lips, leaning closer to you.

“right here.”

you rolled your eyes but reluctantly leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. he sighed contentedly with a smile, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer as he relished in the feeling of your plush lips on his very own.

“much better,” he murmured against your lips, pulling away with a lopsided grin.

finishing up the last of his cuts, you leaned back to admire your handiwork. “there. good as new.”

jake flexed his arm, yawning softly before giving you an approving nod. “you’re the best, you know that?”

“of course i do, someone’s gotta keep you in one piece, right?” you said with a grin, playfully nudging him. “now, are you staying for a while, or do you have to rush off and save more damsels in distress?”

he pretended to ponder your question for a moment before suddenly pulling you into his arms. “i think i’ve done enough saving for one night. besides, this damsel is my favorite.”

you rolled your eyes again but couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across your face. “smooth, spidey. real smooth.”

jake’s laughter was contagious, and soon enough you both found yourselves lying on the bed, tangled up in each other arms. the city outside your window buzzed with its usual chaos, but in that moment, all that mattered was the comfort of each other’s company.

“stay with me tonight?” you asked softly, resting your head on his chest.

jake kissed the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. “always.” he murmured, and you knew he meant it.

(why am I giggling and smiling so hard rn...)

𝓢igning off... @penghoon

── 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 [OPEN 🗯] @onlyhees @amouriu @greentulip @enhluv1 @samiikeu @hoonwhile @dearrwoni

🚂…promise of the night

hi!! i love love love your stories... can I request a meet-cute she fell first he fell harder situation with k, please!🥹🖤 tysm <3

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪the last train at 25 o'clock ⌒☆

pairing ⌒☆ k x reader

word count ⌒☆ 1.2k

note ⌒☆ thank u sm anon! that means so much genuinely...... this req really sparked my creativity tonight i had to do it so quick!!! i hope u enjoy &lt;333 this is not proofread btw..

the last train leaves the platform leaving two people behind

the echo of the bell sinks into the night

if we hold hands and look up at the starry sky, you and i will fly alone through the night

rapid puffs of air from your labored breathing can be seen in the cold of the night, the fast steps faltering as you become exhausted from sprinting to your local train station. you severely underestimated the time it’d take you to get from your apartment to the station, leaving your hair in a nest and your scarf nearly falling off of your shoulders. the sound of your luggage rolling against the pavement becomes quiet as you come to a halt in front of the empty train tracks. your eyes dart quickly from your phone to the sign above that says 'train has departed'. you can barely catch your breath, not letting yourself get a break as you mentally beat yourself up for your poor time management, cursing under your breath. 

"i knew i should have left earlier..."

the sounds of your own battle with yourself completely made you deaf to the other pair of footsteps running towards the same tracks. you look up through your eyelashes, not expecting to see such a tall man right next to you. 

his cheeks were flush, breath not as heavy as yours was, hair falling nicely against his forehead with some strands blowing oh so softly. he goes through the same routine: checking his phone, looking up at the sign and then mentally cursing at himself.

it was only a few seconds later he glances over, finally noticing you as you both bare your own luggage, sharing the same fuck up that could of been avoided.

a smile grows on the man's face, finally realizing how ridiculous this whole situation is. his cheeks lift up and his plump lips even out to frame his white teeth. 

his head tilts, furrowing his brows as he opens his mouth. 

"looks like we're stuck here.. until the next train at least"

"i think this was the last train.."

you respond, head hanging low as you shuffle your feet together. you're not sure why you're doing this. 

the feeling of shame from missing your train?

being nervous about talking to this random handsome man?

your head picks up at the sound of a large sigh. the man looks like he's about to lose it... his laughs becoming more frequent. hysterical, almost.

"hah, i live two hours away... no way i can commute back, and this late?"

he finds himself walking towards a bench as if he's given up on everything he's ever worked towards. your legs follow suit as you place yourself down right next to him, leaving a little room to breathe.

when you looked up at the sky the stars shined the brightest that night, planes blinking out of your line of sight. you've never seen this kind of view from your apartment window, stars always being clouded by the city lights that polluted it. maybe tonight was supposed to happen.

"i can stay here with you if you would like... i wouldn't want to keep you waiting out in the cold by yourself"

your tone was soft and quiet, your fingers fidgeting at your knit sweater. god knows that out of the both of you, you were definitely the coldest sitting out here. how you would kill to just take the next fifteen minutes walking home to the warmth of your room than sit out here for however long. of course, something, or rather someone, begged you to stay.

"that'd be nice. spending it with someone is far better than alone"

"what's your name?"

"yudai, you?"

"y/n"

your conversation was exchanged through several short sentences and soft sighs. at this point your ears were threatening to freeze off of your head. you kept your smile wide and you suddenly cared about how your hair fell against your face as you were talking to him. 

-

yudai decided to call his friend to come pick him up from the station while you two were exchanging conversations. all you could think about was how you had two hours left together, which did not feel like nearly enough.

you kept your hands in your pockets, filled with hand warmers that you brought yourself plus the ones yudai gave to you on hand. you already know it's going to take you an arm and a leg to get you to throw these things away once you get home.

'do i like a stranger?'

a crush seemed like a better term. you didn't want to label your feelings so quickly, anyone would feel butterflies for yudai. but this moment seemed too niche and intimate for you to not feel a single thing for him. 

"how long until your friend gets here?"

"want to get rid of me that badly?"

you scoff, bumping at his shoulder playfully. 

"of course"

"about forty-five minutes"

it was interesting seeing how easy you could get along with yudai in such a short amount of time. the night seemed endless to the both of you. watching airplanes fly away and listening to the sounds of the occasional car driving past felt like something out of a movie. 

you didn't want it to end, and neither did he.

-

twenty minutes fly by, your head now comfortably resting on his shoulder as he rants about his own life back in his hometown. your silent nods and hums are appreciated by him, he knows you're exhausted at this point. 

god also knows you would have invited him back to your apartment in a heartbeat if you could, spending these cold nights under the warmth of your heated blankets. 

"thank you for spending your time here with me.i really appreciate it, y/n"

quiet hums turned into soft breathing on your end, eyes fluttered shut with your lips slightly parted. 

his cold, white hands maneuver your loose hair around your ear. yudai was freezing, even with you right next to him. all of his hand warmers made their way over to your pockets, his own feeling barren and empty. softly, his head leans on top of yours, careful not to disturb your rest. 

he looks back up at the sky, the moon shining the brightest he's ever seen, light stretching over the pitch black like a panorama. it feels like he's reenacted this scene a thousand times over in his head. oh, how he wishes he could have more than two hours with you. 

his heart is beating the hardest at this point, afraid it might wake you up. 

“ten more minutes.." he mumbles after checking on the text notification from his friend. 

his head still leans comfortably against you as he begins to rest his own eyes. the hand warmers have turned cold at this point with the only thing keeping yudai from freezing was the scarf shared around both of your necks. his body scrunches in towards you, wanting to spend these last ten minutes in a shared silence. yudai is only slightly worried about his friend seeing him cuddled up with a random woman, worried that his friend might think he's the creep.

minutes began to feel like seconds when his friend texts him again, "five minutes".

but he doesn't bother to open his eyes, hoping to bask a bit more in this moment. his chest puffs up, slowly breathing out before letting out a whisper. 

"let's meet each other here again, y/n."