Cheol? You Huffed, Amused And Smiling Down At Your Fianc. Whatre You Doing Babe?

“cheol?” you huffed, amused and smiling down at your fiancé. “what’re you doing babe?”

he’d been doing this every single night since he proposed to you without fail. right before you two went to bed during your nightly cuddles. he’d lay on top of you— making sure his weight wasn't fully on you— and start pecking you with kisses everywhere he could reach.

well, not everywhere. he placed his kisses in the same places every night, and you couldn't figure out the pattern at all.

“kissing you,” he answered. “was it not obvious enough?”

you laughed, rubbing one hand up and down his back. “okay, let me rephrase. why are you kissing me in such random spots?”

“your moles,” he placed another kiss, right on the small mole on your collarbone. “if i kiss them enough they’ll appear in our next life, and i'll be able to find you again,” –he kissed the one under your lips, right in the middle of your chin– “and again.”

you scrunch your nose up, smiling at how absolutely cheesy your fiancé was being. you hadn't even realized he was kissing your moles, and usually you had an unconscious feel of where every single one you knew of was. you giggled ruffling up his hair with both hands and kissing his forehead. “well then, i'll just have to start doing the same to you once you're done.”

best friend’s brother

⚬ pairing: joshua x fem!reader ⚬ word count: 37k ⚬ warnings: alcohol, mentions of unsafe sex/unplanned pregnancy  ⚬ genres: timestep, romance, angsty angst, major feels abt having a crush, lots of flirting, smut, drama, happy tears.

✧✎ synopsis: joshua happens to be your best friend’s older brother. he’s pretty, and he’s got a lot of cool details about him that you pay a concerning amount of attention to, but he’s just a friend (if you could even call it that). still, what does he think of you, anyway? that is—if he thinks of you.

 ✧✎ a/n: this is a rewrite of an old fic that i uploaded in 2016. keep in mind the original version was only 13k! i’ve made so many changes to this story and i really hope those who read it enjoy it! thank you sm!

⇢ here is this fic’s inspo playlist ⇢ smut section is marked! ⇢ taglist included in final author’s note

13.

You flipped to the next page of the plastic binder and squiggled a small ‘seven’ inside the margin. Then, your eyes wandered back to the math textbook sitting in between you and your best friend. It was difficult to study on Jennie’s bed, but she liked it that way, and there definitely wasn’t enough room at her desk.

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Good Boy

Pairing: Mingyu x reader

Genre: smut, established relationship

Length: 1.2k

Rating: Explicit/18+ only

Warnings: explicit smut, slight femdom, needy Mingyu, grinding, piv, unprotected sex, implied oral f receiving, reader is just super turned on by Mingyu looking pathetic and needy. pretty tame tbh.

Authors note: this is entirely the fault of @minisugakoobies and @minttangerines. beta'd by @j-a-nuary and @eureka-its-zico ily both. I wrote this in 2 hours last night in some sort of fugue state so I'm sorry, but also you're welcome.

Edit: shhh you never saw my spelling error

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You tried to be nice, you really did, but the way your boyfriend looks at you with his big, glassy, puppy dog eyes makes something in your brain break.

It started with dinner – Mingyu was pouting about some jibe you made at him. You both knew it wasn’t serious, just a bit of harmless teasing. But his furrowed brows and watery gaze made you feral with want. But you pushed it down, not wanting to cut the night too short. You both had been working so hard, and you decided to go out to dinner and a movie to relax and spend time together.

But then, he had decided on a romantic movie. And you had to suffer through his tiny whines of empathy and his shining eyes as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat due to the growing wetness between your legs. 

The whole way home he couldn’t stop rambling about the movie; about the love story and how beautiful, yet sad, it was. You barely made it in the door before you were pulling his mouth to yours and fumbling down the hallway to your room.

It wasn’t long before you had him almost naked below you, whining and frowning as you sucked marks into his chest and neck, nails raking down his golden skin as he gripped the sheets. His knuckles were white, desperately trying not to disobey your order.

He wasn’t allowed to touch you – and you were loving how desperate he was getting as you teased.

“Baby don’t tease me,” he panted, mouth falling open with a gasp as you sunk your teeth into the junction of his neck. He hated not being able to touch you, and you weren’t making it any easier after your striptease that lneft you naked in his lap.

“Me? Teasing you? Come on, Gyu. You know you’ve been teasing me since dinner,” you sighed in response, shifting your weight so your cunt was pressed against his length, still trapped in the confines of his boxers. It felt delightfully mean that with every second you were drenching the front of his boxers, and he could do nothing about it.

“Can I touch you at least?” he whined, giving you an exaggerated frown. You shook your head, tracing the tendon up to his ear with your tongue, earning a shudder.

“Only if you remember I’m in charge,” you whispered in his ear before sitting up, planting your hands on his chest. His hands immediately found your waist, squeezing and kneading into your love handles. “Be a good boy, and I won’t drag this out too long.”

He nodded, eyes glued to you as you started grinding on his cock, a low moan tearing out of him. “I’ll be good, promise,” he panted.

He didn’t try to control your movements, and you knew he probably could if he wanted to. But he loved when you got like this – desperate and willing to take what you wanted from him. And he would never deny you a single thing, least of all your pleasure.

“That’s right, you’re my good boy,” you grinned. His response was exactly what you wanted – the high pitched whine and the way he turned his head to the side, eyes closed and lip tucked between his teeth. “It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to say anything. We both know it's true.”

You were answered with a nod and another whine. Your hand found its way to his neck, causing his eyes to flutter open, fingers digging into your skin slightly more. You didn’t have to squeeze or even apply pressure, but the command was there. “Please?”

The syrupy sweet way he said it made you grind down on him harder, which gave you the gift of his mouth falling open with small, needy pants. “Fuck, gonna need you inside me soon,” you groaned, eyes rolling back as his tip brushed your sensitive clit.

“Want it, want your pussy baby. Need it. Please, please fuck me. Let me make you cum,” he started babbling, subconsciously grinding you harder and faster on his cock as he nodded. “Ride me, please baby.”

His wrecked, pleading expression made you shudder, reaching behind you to pull him out of his boxers. He hissed at the contact, eyes rolling back as you pumped his cock a few times before lining up with your entrance and sinking onto his cock with a sigh.

The choked, stuttering gasp that came from him as you sunk down to seat yourself fully on his cock was music to your ears. You forced your eyes open to stare down at him, wishing you hadn’t as you met his watery gaze. The rushing pang of desire flooded you so violently it almost physically hurt – and by his sharp inhale, sucked through his teeth, told you that your walls contracting around him was the likely culprit.

“F-fuck, babe,” he stammered, hips involuntarily twitching upwards. “S-sorry you just–fuck. I couldn’t stop it.”

You just grinned, bracing yourself again on his chest as you began to swivel your hips, feeling his body go rigid underneath you. “Can you hold it for me?” you asked sweetly, earning a tight nod. “Good boy.”

It didn’t take long for your legs to burn and your orgasm to build, nearly shaking as you fucked yourself on his cock in earnest. His broken moans and pathetic whines were melodic with the gentle slap of your skin meeting his. “Babe, fuck. Can’t hold it much longer,” he moaned brokenly, eyes wide as tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, begging for release.

It was enough to have you coming undone, nearly screaming as it hit you.

It was the permission he needed to surge forward, laying you flat on your back as he took his position between your thighs, rutting into you desperately as he fucked you through your orgasm, pushing you closer to your second of the night.

You knew all rational thought had left him for the moment when his eyes slammed shut, brows knitting together and nose scrunching slightly as he chased his orgasm. He didn’t even notice when his cock slipped out, making him rut against your mound until he came with a sharp gasp and a shudder before he collapsed on top of you.

He buried his nose into your neck, arms wrapping around your frame as he caught his breath. You didn’t even care that your budding second orgasm was fading; you were just happy to be with him. 

“Fuck, babe. That was incredible,” he sighed after a few minutes.

You giggled, combing your fingers through his hair. “Yeah? No notes?”

“Nope. Not one. It’s hot when you get bossy,” he grinned, making you scoff.

“I was not bossy,” you rolled your eyes at him, not fighting the grin on your face.

“Fine, not bossy. Demanding. I liked it,” he said, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “But I do have one request.”

You frowned, cocking your head to the side in confusion. “Sure? What’s up, babe?”

“Well… We were supposed to get ice cream, but… what if I just have you for dessert instead?” he said with a shy grin.

Your arms going slack around him was the only answer he needed, his grin growing cocky as he shimmied down the bed to fit his shoulders between your open thighs. “Anything you want, baby.”

[16:14]

‘i don’t know why you wouldn’t just call me’

you stared at your best friend from the doorway in disappointment as he sat up from where he laid in his bed. his face was a shade paler than it usually was, but his cheeks were bright red and rosier than ever. even from where you were standing, you could see the beads of cold sweat forming on his face and around his hairline. his collar was drenched.

‘i thought you were dead, cheol. dead.’

he grinned sheepishly. ‘i just didn’t want to worry you’

‘worry me?!?!’ you scoffed and fumbled to find the right words. ‘you- i- this- going m.i.a. and not responding to me for 36 hours is the part that gave me a fucking heart attack, cheol’

as you began to rev up the engine attached to your mouth to start your spiel on how you’re his best friend and it’s your duty to worry about him, you noticed the heavy dark circles under seungcheol’s eyes and his bloodshot eyes that made you realize how tired he actually was. you sighed and approached his bedside with a softer, more gentle manner.

‘are you okay? how are you feeling?’ you pressed a palm against his forehead and almost winced at how hot his skin was. his skin felt moist and clammy.

‘i’m okay, i swear. it’s just a slight cough-’ seungcheol’s words were cut off with a loud coughing fit, the scratchy sound making you wince in his stead. you patted his back as he coughed and handed him the cup of water resting on his bedside table. he gratefully took the cup and drank every last drop. ‘i swear i’ll be okay’

‘cheol i js witnessed you practically cough your lungs out. you’re nowhere near okay. did you eat anything today?’ you demanded, your hands resting on your hips like a mother hen.

‘half a cup of ramen..’

‘CHOI SEUNGCHEOL!’ seungcheol winced as he braced himself for your wrath.

‘i’m sorry, i’m sorry.. i just didn’t have an appetite-’

you turned on your heels and hurriedly left the room with a huff. ‘unbelievable’ you muttered under your breath.

seungcheol watched your retreating form with a soft smile as a warm, familiar tickled his chest.

fifteen minutes later, you placed a tray with a steaming bowl of your best chicken noodle soup and a pot of hot yuzu tea.

‘eat. or else you’re never seeing me ever again’ you said in a serious voice. one look at your face told seungcheol that you meant business.

as he slowly ate the meal before him, you hurried yourself with tidying your best friend’s room. picking up miscellaneous trash, taking out empty mugs and cups, and opening the shades and windows to let in some fresh air and sunlight. even from behind, seungcheol could tell you were upset.

‘i’m sorry, [name]..’ he mumbled.

you let out a huff and sat at the foot of his bed. ‘it’s okay, cheollie. it’s not your fault. i just get so worried about you sometimes and i-’ you wrung your hands in exasperation. ‘please take care of yourself. i don’t know what i’ll do without my best friend’

seungcheol set down his spoon. ‘i will! i am! i swear. i’ll do anything you tell me to do’

you smiled at his statement. ‘you don’t mean that’

‘yes i do. tell me to do anything and i’ll do it’

‘go on a date with me’

seungcheol’s head snapped up to face you with an unreadable look on his face.

‘see? you can’t do everything i tell you to do’ you let out a scoff and tried your best to play it off cool, like it was a joke. a funny joke you thought of on the spot. you didn’t mean that. as if you could be hopelessly and utterly and completely in love with your best friend of 6 years.

you reached for the empty bowl in front of him, but seungcheol grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

‘do you-’ he visibly swallowed. his voice was still scratchy and hoarse. ‘do you mean that?’

you felt something in your stomach flutter. ‘depends on your response, i guess’ you responded in a hush voice.

seungcheol let go of your wrist and ran his hands through his tired face with a groan. ‘you idiot, i’ve been trying to ask you out for months now’

you stared at him blankly. he what.

‘i’ve been working up the nerve to ask you out and it’s supposed to be super fancy and extravagant and all that but then i got SICK while trying to camp out at this mountainside viewpoint and it’s supposed to be super romantic or whatever-’

you let out an incredulous laugh and slapped his arm. ‘you IDIOT! it’s a date, not a proposal’

seungcheol laughed along with you. ‘maybe i did go overboard. but does that mean..?’

you sat closer to him on the bed and leaned forward until the tips of your noses were almost touching. ‘what do you think it means, choi seungcheol?’

‘that you’re forever going to be the only person that i allow to call me by my full name’

a/n: i was late to class but i suddenly got this idea so i wrote this omw to class and ran into a pole otw BUT IT WAS WORTH IT IMO

it's kinda confusing how it got to this point. one moment you're just pressing your body against wonwoo, softly humming in his ear as you wake up from your sleep; on the next, he's knuckles deep inside you, sleepy eyes staring you behind his glasses.

"you're so needy in the morning", he mumbles, pressing small kisses on your shoulder, fingers working magic inside you.

you moan his name, opening your eyes the moment you feel him hovering you. it's cute how his hair is a mess, his pale skin contrasting with your gray covers and his dark glasses framing his pretty, bloated face.

it's also hot how wonwoo part his lips to groan, an instinct taking over him as he suddenly take off his glasses and throw them beside you, body slipping under the covers so his face is now between your thighs.

he smirks when you moan his name once again, fingers tugging on his hair. he's just as desperate as you at this point, wanting nothing more than to have your taste on his mouth so he can properly start his day.

and that's what he gets. wonwoo uses everything he can - tongue, lips, fingers, nose -, and he smiles against you when you come undone, relaxing your entire body on the mattress.

"good morning, indeed", he chuckles, sucking his fingers clean.

44&46 with cheol omg

hi, hun 💜 i decided to pick one, hope you are okay with it!

44. kiss out of lust (choi seungcheol)

tw: a tiiiiny bit suggestive

seungcheol is a modern 21st century man, who is all for women rights, tries to be politically and socially aware of all important conversations and acts with his head not with his manhood. he takes pride in all of that, but this pride gets thrown out of the window when you walk out wearing something that turns him into a cave man with only one thought in his mind. worst thing is how you don't even do it on purpose and seungcheol has to act like his usual self, when his mind is somewhere in the gutter and his hands are itching to be not so gentlemanly with you.

'cheollie? are you listening?' you ask, frowning a little. 'you seem a bit out of it.'

that's cause i am and you are the reason is on the tip of his tongue but he holds it back. he kinda wants to go and take a cold shower now, but it's impossible to do when you both are at the birthday party of a mutual friend. and he's supposed to be mingling cause he hasn't seen some people here in a while, but how can he leave your side when you look like that?

'seungcheol?' you wave your hand in front of his face and lean closer, looking worried now. 'babe, is everything fine?'

he blinks. god, a man can have some weaknesses, can't he? 'can you please come with me to the corridor?' he asks in a raspy voice, knowing that you won't think anything special of this request.

'sure-sure, let's go,' you quickly stand up, glancing at him worriedly. 'it's so stuffy in here, you probably feel off because of it.'

you hurriedly push him to the corridor and once you close the door behind yourself, it's him who's hurriedly pushing you right on the wall, crowding you in a narrow space with no chance to escape. before you can even get surprised, seungcheol crashes his mouth on yours, finally giving in to the lust that's been eating him up inside since the moment you stepped out of your apartment in this dress. it's the i want you so much and god, you are unbelievable all in the kiss and your quiet whimpers are not helping him get sane at all. he can't come back to his normal self when he's feeling your body this close, when your hands are on his chest, when you let him kiss you deeper, dirtier-

'cheol,' you pull back, gasping. 'birthday-'

'fucking hell,' he mutters, ready to just ditch everyone but knowing very well that you won't ever let him do this. he tries anyways. 'let's go home?'

'choi seungcheol,' you try to act strict but blush on your cheeks and rapidly rising chest work against you. 'we're not going home, we're returning back to our friends.'

'fine.' seungcheol leans in and kisses you once more for a good measure and to be more or less okay. 'but we're not staying for long. one hour max and even that is generous of me.'

you agree, pecking his lips one more time and moving back to the room. god, it's gonna be one long ass hour.