Lingering Over You

lingering over you😭

YOU TOUCH MY FACE IN FORGIVENESS—

enhypen as supernatural creatures nulla. i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi. vii.

park jongseong as... a ghost

stillness. clockwork. silence. the tall hand echoes through the empty apartment. tick. tick. tick. jay waits in the kitchen, watching. it seems like that’s all he can do—wait, stuck in this place as everything outside moves without him. the door creaks open. jay’s eyes flicker to you. it’s later than you normally come back home, and jay takes quick note of the slump of your shoulders, the shadow beneath your eyes. he’ll fuss about that later; what matters is that you’re back now. back to him, back to the home you built together. there’s dinner in the fridge, seran-wrapped and prepped for nights like these. you don’t remember making it, but you figure it’s a lapse in memory and eat it anyway. (it tastes like his old cooking. you let it linger on your tongue a little longer before swallowing.) some nights, you match his silence; others, you’re crying, heaving at the way you still can’t sleep on his side of the bed, the way the sheets are starting to wear uneven. out of love, jay stays to watch over you. out of love, you keep the frame of him and you on the bedside, unable to keep the picture anything but facing towards you. how could you not, when he’s everywhere you look? maybe it’s love, maybe it’s cruelty, the way he doesn’t know if this haunting is for you or for him.

soobs pov, the mental image is feeling too real

are we just finding out that soobin’s got mirrors on his bedroom ceiling or is it just me 🫠😵‍💫 bc are you thinking what I’m thinking 🫠

soobin hard thoughts

soobin eating you out OR soobin getting head and recording the ceiling pov

soobin invites your over to hang out because he knows just how fascinated you get over his mirrored ceiling. you both sit on his bed, and you go from talking, to being a little touchy with one another, and eventually start making out.

he ends up lightly pushing you so you’re laying down, head against the pillows and his body resting between your legs. you look up at the ceiling and you watch the way he descends down your body. his face buried in your neck to kiss you at every single sweet spot he knows, lifting your top to trail kisses between the mounds of your boobs.

your eyes never leave your reflections on the ceiling. he takes his time suckling on your nipples, kissing around your tits until he decides to trail even lower down your abdomen. he discards your lower garments, leaving you bare in front of him and your reflections.

“wanna feel good sweetheart?” is all he says before you let out an airy ‘yes’.

in your reflection your eyes focus on the back of his head, the way he settles between your thighs, kissing and licking small areas here and there before planting wet kisses along your slit up to your clit. once he starts eating you out with so much dedication and attention to your body reacting to his movements, he puts your legs over his shoulders. the view of your legs splayed on his back with the back of your heel digging between his shoulder blades.

“keep your eyes on the ceiling. I want you to watch yourself while I make you cum.”

OR

soobin lures you further onto the bed by making out with you, both your hands wandering until he grabs ahold of yours and places it on top of his bulge. you start palming him through his thin pyjama bottoms, knowing he isn’t wearing underwear underneath as your fingers feel a couple of veins on his shaft.

“want my cock in your mouth, sweetheart?” and you nod, wanting nothing more than that right now.

his eyes literally light up when you situate yourself between his legs, laying on your stomach and pulling his flimsy pj bottoms down.

you waste no time and start sucking on the head of his dick, eliciting soft moans out of him all while he takes his phone out and records both your reflections. the movement of your head bopping up and down his shaft through his camera has him twitching in your mouth.

you keep taking him further and deeper until he’s essentially throat fucking you, yet he doesn’t hold back his whine and moans. just know when you both rewatch the video all you can hear are his soft ‘hah- oh yes, yes baby. mmm yes like that. fuck, i wanna cum in your mouth, be good and swallow, yeah?’

and he does, his abdomen twitching as he spurts his last few droplets in your mouth and pans the camera to you showing him his load pooling on your tongue before swallowing it with an innocent smile at the end.

this and his dandelion mv, argh, it’s giving baby fever 😭

[12:41 pm]

(cw: f!reader, a child, pregnancy complications, “Mommy” and “daddy”)

“Mommy is tired?” dad!Jaehyun heard his little girl ask.

“A little bit, princess. The baby is getting bigger so Mommy just needs to lay down more, but she’s not sleeping,” Jaehyun explains in a sweet voice, pushing her unruly hair away from her face.

This was tough to explain to a 4 year old. Your first pregnancy had been a breeze compared to this one. Your first pregnancy almost five years ago came with some nausea that plagued you for the first few months, labor was long and arduous, but there was nothing that really hindered you from going about life as normal as possible. This pregnancy wasn’t the same.

This time around you came down with gestational high blood pressure, which at your last appointment didn’t look to be getting much better, so your doctor had put you on bed rest. You were doing your part by taking your medication daily and staying off your feet, but man was this a pain. You hated laying around and doing nothing, especially when your need to nest was nagging at you. You hated it, but you also knew that you wanted to avoid the induction being too early.

Jaehyun grabbed some food from the fridge and played it for you, lunch time. A healthy meal that he himself knew didn’t sound super delicious, but he was being just as cautious as you were, if not more. “Let’s take Mommy her lunch, princess,” Jaehyun told his daughter.

She squealed excitedly, running to the bedroom with her Belle costume swishing around her legs. She pushed the door open and ran to the bed, climbing up onto the foot of the bed before settling beside you. Jaehyun smiled at the sight of his two girls. You were sat up against the headboard, folding laundry- which you had insisted on doing, Jaehyun didn’t want you lifting a single finger, but you were stubborn.

“Lunch time, my love,” Jaehyun smiled, walking over to you and handing you the plate. He tried not to laugh as your face scrunched up into a look of disappointment and smidge of disgust.

You stabbed the fork into the food and sighed before bringing the food to your mouth. If the bed rest worked, you’d be back on your feet in a week. Your doctor wanted to see if the bed rest would prove useful paired with the medication she’d put you on. You couldn’t speak without the medical knowledge she’d possessed, but your blood pressure was going down and staying consistent. Your legs weren’t as swollen and when Jaehyun took your blood pressure each morning it wasn’t as high and remained consistent.

“I gave you your medication this morning right?” Jaehyun asked while holding up the pill bottle.

You hummed in agreement, swallowing your food, “as if you’d let me forget. I took it with a whole glass of water and ate it with my avocado toast. Hey, have you not been doing her hair? She looks like the brush hasn’t touched her hair since I brushed it after her bath last night.”

Jaehyun looked away, avoiding your gaze. Doing his daughter’s hair wasn’t a skill he had perfected yet. So yes, you were right, a brush hadn’t touched her hair since last night. On the other hand, everything else had been taken care of. Your daughter didn’t spend the whole day in her pajamas, she was dressed in real clothes, even if her Belle costume covered it up, she had brushed her teeth this morning, already eaten two meals today, and Jaehyun had her practice writing her name. On all levels, besides hair, he was killing it.

“Bring me the brush and some rubber bands please,” you asked him sweetly, using your hand to tame the hair on the little girl’s head.

He raised a brow, “finish your lunch and then I’ll get you what you asked for.”

You rolled your eyes, stabbing the fork into the food more harshly with a look that asked ‘happy?’ Your daughter turned her eyes away from the show on the TV and rubbed your belly, placing a small kiss on the apex. “Sister is making you tired, Mommy?” she asked, laying her head on your stomach.

You sighed tiredly, “yeah, princess. We don’t want sister to get here too early so the doctor says I have to rest.”

“But I want sister here already,” she tells you with a pout.

Jaehyun takes the now empty plate from you while you brush your fingers gently brush through some of the tangles in her hair. “If the baby comes early, she won’t be healthy, princess. We want her to be healthy right?”

“Yes,” she sighs out, “Mommy, can you do my hair? Daddy doesn’t know how.”

Jaehyun rolls his eyes as he hands you the things you asked for, watches as his daughter willingly lets you comb the tangles from her hair gently, and watches as your fingers work deftly to braid it away from her face. He loves it.

He presses a kiss to your stomach, not trying very hard to keep the words that slip from his lips low and quiet, “if you want to give us a surprise and come out as a boy, that’s fine. I’ll still love you. Save me.”

When two similar slaps to his arm come at the same time he can’t help but laugh, if he’s surrounded by girls that act like you and are the perfect mix of your genetics, he’d die a happy man.

Heuningkai, Fluff and cooking together for the short drabble thing!

❥ ҉  morning pancakes | hueningkai

pairing: hueningkai x reader genre: fluff | oneshot warning(s): mentions of food, not proof read, extremely sweet hueningkai 🥺 wc: 940

Mornings on the weekends were something you’d always look forward to. Having to hang out with the favourite person always brought you that happiness and comfort you needed, especially after a long and tiring week of studying.

“Good morning, my cutiee~” His voice boomed from the other side of the kitchen, looking back as he looked like he was mixing some sort of battered mixture.

“Hueningie?! What are you up to now, hm?” You approached him from behind, enveloping your arms around his torso, squishing your cheek against his back in the process of giving him back cuddles.

“I just thought we’d make pancakes since the hyungs gave me blueberries the other day, there’s other berries if you don’t like blueberries-”

“I think blueberry pancakes are perfectly fine, besides,” you scoot yourself into the minuscule space between his tall figure and the countertop, taking over the whisk and the bowl while he hovered over you, “that means I can do this!” You scooped your finger on the side of the bowl where there seemed to have been some spilled batter and smeared it across his cheek, running away from him before he could process what you just did.

No matter how old you were, one thing’s for sure, both of you were children at heart. His laugh radiated the same energy as the sun shining outside, peering through the clouds, and you knew it was going to be a good day.

“Hey! Get back here!” You were panting from the other side of the kitchen, watching the tall male scoop the remaining batter from the edge of the bowl and turning to look at you with the widest yet mischievous smile on his face. There was no where to run and he was already running your way, laughing like there was no tomorrow.

“Ahh! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Flailing your arms to cover your face failed. Of course it would, you had no chance fighting against Hueningkai’s strength. With the clean hand he managed to move your left arm, your face came into his vision as you removed your right arm to grab your other arm back from his hold, but laughing throughout didn’t help; you always seemed to lose your strength whenever you were laughing.

With both of your arms away from your face, Hueningkai took this as an opportunity for him to replicate your actions but smeared the batter down your nose. You stopped fighting for your arm, whilst catching your breath, and your eyes crossing to you your nose to look at the dollop of batter tickling the tip of your nose.

“See,” your eyes shot up at the mint-haired male, also catching his breath. “We’re both even now- and, ap ap! Don’t even think about it, we have to cook it now.” He held his hands up, in a way it was like he was surrendering, but really it was just in the hopes of you not getting any more ideas of continuing this ongoing messing around.

“That’s fair, okay. No more, I promise-” you were cut off your sentence from the sound of your stomach growling, managing to attract even Hueningkai’s attention.

“Awww, come on then, my cutie is hungry.” He gently rubbed your tummy, which felt incredibly comforting.

The both of you went back to the neglected batter mixture, working smoothly together to cook them until they were of a pleasing golden brown colour. Among the pile of perfect round pancakes on a plate, with a cute patterns, were the first one or two pancakes which have been set aside. Their shapes were a little funny, but you wanted to keep the pile neat and tidy, that was, until you watched him take a slice or two from the ‘reject pile’.

“Hey! That’s the wrong pileee! You can eat from the other pile, they’re all pretty and round!”

“Mm,” Hueningkai hummed before swallowing the small piece he was chewing on. “I don’t mind it, actually. The first two still tastes good so it doesn’t really matter if it’s not a perfect pancake. Plus, if it was a person, would you choose looks over personality?”

You were sitting across him, a little dumbfounded by his little simile example. A small shake of your head was all he wanted to see from you to know you were both on the same page. “Exactly, it’s a little hurtful if you like someone for their looks rather than their personality. What if they had a mean personality and made you unhappy, but they were incredibly good looking, would you still be happy?” Again, you shook your head and he smiled.

“So it doesn’t matter if your pancakes don’t look perfect, it’s imperfectly perfect, okay?” You nodded, and his hand hovered over your head to give you delicate head pat followed by his fingers running through the locks of your soft hair.

“Huening?” He raised his brows, keeping his full attention on you to what you had to say next. His hand was still combing through your hair ever so lovingly. “You’re so wholesome, and I’m so so lucky to have you.”

Even his response was precious. His face lit up, eyes beaming from the light bouncing off his chocolate brown eyes and it was that familiar gaze he had whenever he laid his eyes upon something that meant the world to him; in this case, it was you.

“I guess that makes it the two of us, hm?” You watched as his larger frame moved closer towards you, engulfing you in his signature warm and comfortable hugs. Both of you were indeed really lucky to have each other.

MORNING KISSES ⋆ 재윤

jake x gn! reader  ⸝⸝  in which . . . jake refuses to wake up until you shower him with kisses and affection. genre: pure fluff. cw: kissing. 0.6k words.

“it’s time to wake up.” you kneeled down next to the bed, brushing away a strand of stray hair that covered jake’s face.

jake’s brows furrowed as he let out a low grunt. opening his eyes groggily, he blinked a few times to adjust to the warm glow pooling in from the window. the crease between his brows relaxed a little when his eyes landed on you, his face breaking into a sleepy smile and his arms reached out to you, pulling you back into the bed.

“just five more minutes.” his voice was husky, but behind the roughness of his morning voice was a soft, craving plea. he buried his face against shoulder, his soft hair tickling your neck. “please.”

it took every fibre in your body to force yourself to push away his comforting warmth. you propped yourself up against his chest on your forearms, trying to reason with him. “you can’t be late today.”

jake hummed in agreement, but his arms were still wrapped firmly around your waist, and it didn’t seem like he had any intention of letting go.

“jake.” you said sternly, trying to wriggle out of his hold. jake ignored your attempts to break free, instead, he placed a hand behind your neck, pulling you back into his embrace.

“jake.” you repeated in your best attempt at sounding stern, but your voice just sounded muffled against his shirt.

“gimme a kiss first.” jake mumbled, his breath ticking against your ear.

you could feel your resolve slowly crumbling away with every passing second, but you gathered yourself together with the last bits of your willpower. “no kisses until you get out of bed.”

jake pouted at your statement. “just one? please.”

he stared at you expectantly, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. there was now a smug smile plastered on his face, as if he was certain that you would give in.

and he was right.

you sighed in defeat, lifting your head slightly to place a chaste kiss on his lips, a smile creeping up your own face as you felt the corners of his mouth curl up into a smile.

“awake now?”

jake frowned when you pulled away. “more.”

you laughed, shaking your head in disbelief, and the sound sent a bloom of warmth to his chest. you grabbed his face between your hands, giving him a stare that said fine, you win, before you peppered his entire face with kisses.

if you had known what would happen after that morning, maybe you wouldn’t have given in to his wishes that easily. but who was to blame you? the tingle of his breath against your skin, the warmth of his arms wrapped around you, and the mixture of mischief and devotion twinkling in his eyes.

and from that day onwards, you would have to face the consequences and shower jake with a generous amount of kisses every morning just to get him out of bed.

you simply couldn’t refuse him.

inspired by this tiktok. if you were here for the naega byeonhae saga, no you weren’t. apologies for not calling it bitch (naega byeonhae), but you can imagine it as a subtitle if you’re really that pressed. the actual title comes from the txt song, just invert it :)

wc: 3.3k ~ yeonjun x fem!reader ~ high society!au ~ triggers: cursing ~ txt masterlist

~ You run away from your own wedding. Yeonjun is there to help.

[ platform nine and three-quarters: run away ] “I do.”

The sound of his voice curdles against your ears and you cringe hard. Visibly, apparently.

You can see it in the way your mother turns her stare on you.

The officiant doesn’t bat an eye. “And do you, Y/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

You look down at the bouquet in your hands. White roses and baby’s breath and green leaves blossom from your fingers, beautiful, pure, and sterile. Blank. Dewy with freshness, dull in their meaning.

Someone coughs. You can’t tell if it’s on his side or yours, but you can feel your parents glaring daggers in your direction.

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