18+ / Mdi

18+ / mdi

content: established relationship, smut, f reader, soft sex, f receiving oral, fingering, the angel calling you an angel </3

wc: 472

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"my pretty angel"

jeonghan whispers as he sees you throw back your pretty face with furrowed brows and open mouth.

"it feel that good, angel? huh?"

he grins from below you, the circles he's drawing on your clit continuing their slow pace, knowing you want more but that it feels too good for you to ask for it.

you continue to whine as he adds pressure to your bundle of nerves, pressing kisses and licking against your thighs.

"hannie .... please more," you cry out, feeling his tongue get closer and closer to his favorite spot.

"need to hear you beg for it, angel. you know the rules," he tsks, his breath a hair away from your cunt, his hand still continuing his slow motions.

"please .. please put your tongue on me ..." you let out a broken whine, hoping it'll be enough.

"oh? like this?" he asks as he points his tongue and rubs it lightly on your clit, making you whine louder.

"yes god please! right there," you cry, gripping the sheets above you. "more please please," you continue to beg.

he seems to finally take pity on you, seeing as he's been dragging your release for over an hour now.

he finally takes his hand away, making you complain temporarily until he wraps his hands around your thighs, pushing you as close as humanly possible and digs his head between your legs, tongue licking and sucking all the right places, making you whine his name over and over again as you grind your crotch into his face.

"fuck, you pretty thing, so good, such a pretty angel for me. tastes so fucking good," he groans, his hot breath hitting you where it affects you the most.

he takes no mercy on you, with his only goal being to turn you into a whining sobbing mess as his tongue makes you delirious.

he ignores the start and finish of your first orgasm, going straight to pulling a second one out of you as you scream and pull at his hair, still grinding against his face despite the oversensitivity.

as pussy-drunk as he is, he finally pulls away as you come down from your second orgasm, not wanting to push you too much, but you still whine at his new distance.

he gets up to clean you up a bit, which is when you sneakily trap him in your arms.

"what about you hannie?", you pout, gesturing towards the bulge in his boxers.

"you can be cockdrunk for me another time, angel, just want you to rest now," he whispers as he pecks your lips and positions the both of you to cuddle.

"be ready for tomorrow morning, though. you're not leaving this bed," he grins as he squeezes your hips, making you squeal as you fall asleep looking forward to his threat.

100 posts! I just started posting tf- I yap to much istg

going on a miiiinnnniii hiatus coming back od 23rd of this month cause I genuinely can't stop scrolling on here <3

.....just one last reblog I swear

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to love and be loved | jeon wonwoo

SYNOPSIS. in which wonwoo tells you about his first (and only) love. PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers WARNINGS. self-doubt talk on reader's end, self-indulgent wooweee, this was painfully hard to write lmao n have no idea if any of this makes sense WORD COUNT. 1.6k

requested from anon: Hiiiiiiii first of all congratssss for you 2k. For the event, ive been thinking the same exact story with wonwoo and #6 from list 3 - #6: “You’re not hard to love, nor are you unlovable. You just… Need to let me in, and let me show you you’re just as worthy of love as anyone else is.”

notes: i'd quite literally do anything to have these kinds of talks with wonwoo ☹️☹️. anyway i hope u all enjoy this <3 hits close to home >< tysm anon hehe <3

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"Hey, uh, Wonwoo?"

"Mhm?"

"...have you ever been in love?"

A cricket chirps into the evening air right after you ask, and you suddenly feeling like you're holding in a long-winded breath. Then you hear a loud crunch by Wonwoo from the crackers he was snacking on, and you blink up to him wiping away the corner of his mouth. There's the slightest glimpse of a curve to his lips that you manage to catch.

He silently offers you a cracker in your direction, the anticipating silence between the two of you growing thickly. You take the cracker from his hand, muttering a quiet thanks, before nibbling on it absentmindedly.

The night is absolutely beautiful right now, swearing that you could spot and make out the constellations above if you squinted hard enough. The distant chirping of crickets is the only sound that breaks the silence as the coolness of the night rolls in, carrying with it slight breeze that whispers through the leaves overhead the balcony of your apartment.

"I have."

You swiftly turn your head to him, eyes widening intriguingly. "You have?"

The chuckle that leaves him is somewhat awkward, a tad bit hesitant. He crumples up the bag of crackers and sets it aside, chugging down the last sips of his drink and setting down the empty can as well.

"Did you... ever confess to them?" You ask, suddenly feeling curious, though there's a bit of disappointment at the tip of your tongue.

You swear you could see the thoughts swirling around his head. Wonwoo keeps his eyes fixed up to the night sky. There's a distant look in his eyes, as though he's peering into some past moment that only he can see, before he shakes his head, a faint smile crossing over his lips.

"No, I didn't," he answers calmly. "They were too far away, so... I just chose to admire them from afar."

You lean back against the wall behind, your shoulder momentarily brushing against his. "Did they know you?"

Wonwoo purses his lips together. "Mhm."

"Well, you missed your chance!" You exclaim, prodding him playfully with your elbow. "I can't believe you let them get away, dude. Like right through the little cracks of your fingers. You could've been in a relationship by now."

This earns you a low, playful scoff from Wonwoo. "Are you assuming that they loved me back?"

Immediately, you feel the heat crawl up your neck and to the tips your ears.

"Well, um... Yeah, I am," You admit sheepishly, letting out a small sigh. "I mean, who wouldn't fall for a guy like you? You're nice and... charming. I think anyone would be lucky to be loved by you."

There's a silence that falls between the two of you, one simply more than just comfortable yet denser than ever, because the thought of being loved by Wonwoo seems to linger longer than you notice. You steal a glance at him, seeing his face still turned upwards towards the night sky and the moonlight reflecting on his glasses. Strands of his dark hair blow across his forehead in the breeze. You can't quite decipher his expression, but a flicker of something𑁋perhaps surprise, maybe even amusement𑁋dances on his features for a brief moment.

He finally turns back to you, a small, hesitant smile playing on his lips. "You think so?"

"Yeah," You confirm, nodding lightly. "Absolutely."

Wonwoo still keeps his eyes on you as you glance away, seeing the way you fidget with your hands in your lap and smoothing out the creases in your pants nervously. He glances down at his own hand and back at yours, lips pursing together in contemplation, but only folds his fingers back together the second you reach over him to grab the crumpled-up bag of crackers. He feels a little bit too warm in his sweater right now.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

A crunch echoes through the air. Then another. And another.

"I've just been kinda... thinking a lot lately, I guess," You reply slowly, quietly. "And it sort of makes me sound desperate in a way, but there are times I just wonder if, um... if anyone has ever felt the same way about me."

Wonwoo tilts his head slightly. "Love?"

"Not just love, but... seeing me, you know?" Being able to talk about this out loud makes your chest feel heavy. "Since it's hard these days to find someone who sees you for who you are, not for who you can be. I... I just feel like I'm hard to love sometimes. Hell, maybe even unlovable. It’s hard to break out of that mindset when things get hard again.”

A thoughtful quietness seeps through the nighttime breeze, which sends goosebumps up and down your skin, but you don't mind it because you know that Wonwoo is listening either way. And the more you think about it𑁋the thought of knowing that he's here, with his presence is right next to you𑁋it seems to comfort you more than you notice.

There's a small hum of acknowledgement that you hear from his end, unsure if it's just your imagination or if he's actually responding as your mind feels a little jumbled up right now. But then Wonwoo shifts beside you, his arm lightly pressing against yours.

"But I... I think I've reached a point in time where I can say I love myself a little more than a few years ago, or last year, or even just yesterday," You continue to ramble a bit aimlessly, chuckling dryly to yourself. "It’d be nice to share that with someone too, you know? To finally get over this loneliness. But it's not entirely a sad loneliness or a happy one. It's, like, uh... both put together, I guess."

A few moments of silence pass. You feel Wonwoo gently nudge your leg with his.

"I'm proud of you."

You peer up to look at him, mind nearly going blank from the way he's gazing at you. Or maybe it's just the moonlight that's making him appear so... picturesque. "What for?"

"For loving yourself, silly," Wonwoo muses almost cheekily, and the delighted tone that you catch makes your stomach leap. "Even if it's just by a small percentage than yesterday, it's still okay. You're doing good. I want you to know that."

You're doing good. It's just those three singular words that has heat forming in your eyes that you somehow manage to blink back before anything could spill, and hearing it come from Wonwoo feels different. There's a vulnerable sweetness to them, a sincerity that catches you off-guard. You force a smile𑁋a grateful one, nonetheless𑁋before it shifts into a frown.

And Wonwoo catches it right away. "What's wrong?"

Your lips form a thin line, pressing together in thought. You refuse to acknowledge why you think your heart feels slightly... jealous.

"I hope whoever you loved before knows how lucky they are one day," You say to him. "if you're still in love with them, that is..."

Wonwoo stills for a minute, pensively. "I am."

"You are?"

"I never stopped."

You stare at him for a few moments, an eyebrow lifted in disbelief at him, before crossing your arms together and letting out a small, incredulous laugh. "Then you should've said that you're in love with them, idiot."

Wonwoo sucks in a breath.

"I'm in love with you."

You blink instinctively, once, twice, three times, momentarily thinking that Wonwoo's presence might somehow disappear into thin air. But he's still there𑁋a certain softness in the way he's looking at you, a gentleness that seems to wrap around you like a warm embrace𑁋waiting for you. His words suspend heavily in the air, and maybe the world is also holding its breath just as you are too.

"And... You're not hard to love, nor are you unlovable. You're far from that," Wonwoo continues, voice tender, fond, and soft as a lullaby. "You just... need to let me in, and let me show you you're just as worthy of love as anyone else is."

You could only sit merely frozen at this point, throat tightened and jaw dropped in shock among many other weird, fuzzy feelings happening throughout your body. Something between relief and disbelief. Hope and hesitancy. Comfort and uncertainty. You have the capacity to run yet you choose not to𑁋you're letting him in, letting the warmth of his words seep into the cracks of your doubt.

Your mind reels dizzily, almost like the world has been tilting away off-balance.

"You... You're in love with me?" You repeat, almost dumbly, because you cannot seem to fathom anything that's been said in the past few moments. "All that talk about earlier... about who you..."

Wonwoo hangs his head down low, rubbing at his neck in a bashful manner. "It was about you."

"And you never... you never told me?"

"Honestly, I'd like to think a part of it was you being a tad bit oblivious." And then he just simply grins, his nose crinkling along with it. "But that's okay. Watching you slowly figure yourself out made me realise that maybe I needed to find myself a little more too."

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, and you could feel the heat of embarrassment spreading painfully throughout your face. At first, you have the urge to brush it all away as a silly misunderstanding. Maybe laugh it off, retreat back inside, and go to sleep pretending all of this didn't happen. But the sincerity in his eyes stops you.

You lick your dry lips, the cool night air beginning to feel a lot less suffocating.

"Did you?" You ask vaguely, before shaking your head repeating, "Did you... find yourself?"

Wonwoo lets his eyes roam over you, taking you in, before leaning back on the wall and bringing his gaze back up toward the night sky. Your eyes refuse to leave him, and perhaps this is what it's like to admire someone from afar and close up all at once.

The two of you take a deep, deliberate exhale together.

"Yeah," he answers, smiling softly. "I think I found myself right where I want to be."

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violently sobbing <3-

up. and down

𝜗𝜚 angst, established relationship 𝜗𝜚 idol!seungcheol x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 wc: 818 warnings: mentions of mental health issues, depression, oldest daughter syndrome

natalia's note: this is something very self indulgent, and as much as i'm kind of afraid to post it (partially because it's shitty as hell, and not proofread) writing it was a bit healing. whoever is struggling out there as well - i just want you to know that you're a fucking badass

everyone has their better and worse days. life is just a constant sinusoid of going up and down, up and down. 

up. and down. 

this was definitely one of your downs. but it was also one of those where you couldn’t explain why you were feeling so down. so numb. so washed out of everything. nothing bad really happened that day - you didn’t oversleep, no one spilled coffee on you, everyone you encountered was nice and polite. maybe the weather was a bit gloomy, but you knew it had nothing to do with the way you were feeling. 

yet, as you were walking up the stairs to your apartment, all you could focus on was the emptiness in your chest, the heart that was beating way too fast for it to be normal, the tears threatening to spill, and your shaky hands that were clutching the door keys for dear life.  

and you felt so guilty for that. you didn’t know why, but you did. 

you tried telling yourself that you weren’t weak, that it was valid for you to have a worse day, and not feel guilty about it - but you just couldn’t. nothing happened for god’s sake, you didn’t have a single reason for the tears that were pooling in your eyes, so how could you call yourself anything but weak?   

“hey, honey. you’re home early,” you looked up to see your boyfriend standing in the hallway, with a big smile on his face. the exact one that could usually turn the shittiest days into the best ones. but not today. 

it made you feel even worse. seungcheol was one of the best things that could ever happen in your life. he was caring, loving, he’d move the mountains for you if he had to. he was the most hardworking man you’d ever met, and he never complained, no matter how hard it got. 

you didn’t want him to see you like this. ever. you didn’t want to show the light of your life your ugly side, the one that could rot in bed for days because it had no energy to get up and take a shower. the one that cried for hours for no reason. the one that sometimes felt like giving up was the only solution. 

you cleared your throat, trying to push everything away for the sake of your boyfriend. “hey, baby. what are you doing here, shouldn’t you be at work?” 

“yeah, but,” he narrowed his eyes, and took in your form, “they let us go early today,” he said after a quick pause. of course in that split of a second he sensed that something wasn’t right. as if you could ever hide anything from him. “what’s wrong?” 

“nothing,” you wanted to scream. nothing happened, except that your lungs didn’t let you breathe, and your heart was too heavy to beat properly. 

“i don’t know,” you finally admitted, and shrugged your shoulders. that’s when the first tear fell. “i don’t know what’s wrong, cheol,” your voice broke. 

seungcheol didn’t say anything else, he just walked up to you, and put his arms around you, caging you in an embrace that you knew so well. everything was so familiar - his gentle yet firm touch, the smell of his cologne, his slightly chapped lips resting against your temple - and still you felt like an intruder. like you didn’t deserve it. 

“you know i love you, right?” though his voice was quiet, you could hear it was slightly shaky. “your friends love you,” he said, and slid one of his hands from your back up to your head, cupping it. “and kkuma loves you. very much.” 

you choked on a sob, and hid your face further up seungcheol’s neck.

“i know you don’t see yourself like that,” you could feel something wet sliding down your neck, and for some reason you knew that the tears weren’t only your own, “but you’re so strong. you really are.” 

by now you were gripping onto cheol’s shirt like it was the last thing that could keep you afloat. you didn’t care about the tears anymore. you didn’t care about the broken cries. you just wanted to stay like this forever. 

“why am i like this? why can’t my mind just leave me alone?” you cried, your shoulders shaking. 

“i don’t know, baby. i don’t know.” 

and so you stood in the hallway of your apartment, with a very confused white fluff ball at your feet, till you had no more tears left to cry.

life is just a constant sinusoid of going up and down, up and down. 

up. and down. 

even though your down may seem like a dark path with no way out, like a never ending circle of tears and pain, you have to keep fighting, because you have people worth fighting for. 

and most importantly - you have to keep fighting for yourself.

I want this man in ways that concern feminism-

Like a Lollipop

literal crack cause hoshis abs make me wanna [redacted]

warnings: porn and my horny gross thoughts

"Soonie?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"if i ask you something can you promise not to laugh at me?"

Soonyoung looked down at you from his spot on the couch, his head tilting to look you in the eyes as you rested your head on his chest.

"you know i cant promise that baby"

"ugh just promise me" you pouted "youre supposed to make me feel safe and accepted"

"yeah but im also supposed to make fun of you when you say something weird. its written into the agreement we signed when we started dating"

you slapped his chest. his glorious, muscled chest.

"soonyoung! im trying to be serious!"

"ah! fine i wont laugh!"

you sighed, resting your head back onto soonyoung's chest. you trailed your hand up his abs, feeling each curve of strong muscle before finally voicing what had been on your mind for hours.

"can i lick your abs?"

a strangled sound came from your boyfriend's throat. one you could tell meant he was trying his hardest not to laugh at what youd just asked him.

"and youre asking me this becaauuusee?"

"im asking because theyre hot" you lifted off of him, situating yourself between his thighs, your face pressed lightly against his stomach while you looked up at him through your eyelashes. "and i want to taste you soonyoung" you lifted his shirt up, revealing the sculpted muscles. you raked your hand down towards his cock, palming the still-soft member lightly "i want to taste all of you"

soonyoung sighed breathlessly "oh."

"yeah" you trailed off, bringing your face back down to his cock, pressing yourself against his growing length like the horny bitch you were "dont you want me to taste you soonie? lick you up?"

you didnt give him a chance to respond before you moved your head up his body, dragging your wet tongue along his happy trail and up his abs.

soonyoung gasped underneath you, his head tilting back against the arm of the couch as he watched you lick the muscles he worked so hard to maintain. you were praising every inch of him so well, and as much as he had wanted to tease you for your odd request, he couldnt lie that it was hot seeing you so needy for him.

you continued palming him through his sweats, his now fully-erect cock twitching with each pass your hand made over him.

you continued looking up at him through your lashes, teasing him with your tongue.

"look at you soonie, letting me lick you like this. you really are such a whore for me huh? letting your girlfriend lick your abs when your dick is right here just waiting for me to lick on it too." you emphasized your point by speeding up your hand against his dick, caressing his hardness through his sweats, just rough enough to push him over the edge like you knew it would.

soonyoung didnt last long after that. the mixture of your soft licks against him and the way you dirty talked was just too much, too fast. he came hard, hot spurts of cum seeping through his sweats and sticking to your hand through the thin fabric.

you smirked, lifting your tongue off of his abs. he looked so hot like this: fluffy cheeks all pink and pouty from the embarrassing ordeal of cumming in his pants, his hair tousled and going every which way.

you loved how you could get away with things like this with him.

soonyoung grabbed your hand, forcing you to your feet with him. "oh no, were not done yet. you think you get to make me cum in my pants and i wont return the favor?" he pulled you by your wrist towards your bedroom "no baby, youre in for a long night."

you also loved how intent on one-upping you he became when you made him cum fast.

with a giggle you followed him, praying to god that youd get another glimpse at those perfect abs. maybe hed even let you lick them again, since he so obviously liked it just as much as you did.

[author's note]

yeah man idk