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Just two-fake dating besties in-love~ (PART 2 - Couple Rings)

JUST FRIENDS, a timestamp mini-series (2/5)

[14:35] → [11:13] → [15:37] → [18:00] → [01:21]

you and your best friend jaehyun pretend to date each other because you are a broke university student who likes to take advantage of some deals that require you to be, well, not single.

[11:13] You stared at the flyer in your hands as you and Jaehyun stood in front of the room designated on the piece of paper.

Some PhD students from the department of Psychology of your university were doing a study on romantic couples — a study that paid the participants that would be eventually included in the study.

After asking Jaehyun to be your fake fiancé that one time you felt like eating cakes (and the only way was to pretend to be an engaged couple to eat wedding cake samples), you told yourself that you weren’t going to ask him anymore because it wasn’t good for your heart.

You resorted to asking other guys in your group of friends such as:

Johnny, who lied to the staff at the restaurant that he was going to propose to you just to get some free champagne and cake;

Jungwoo, who didn’t mind pretending to be your boyfriend just so you could take advantage of the discount given to couples at the amusement park, and

Doyoung, who willingly went along your fake birthday dinner date plan to get free dessert.

Jaehyun made it known to you that he missed you and that he missed hanging out with you. You felt bad that you avoided him just a bit because you didn’t know how to deal with your feelings. But you did miss hanging out with your best friend. So, you told him that he could pick the activity the next time you guys hang out together, though not forgetting to mention thar your budget was a little bit tight for the month.

And he thought that pretending to be a couple for a study that could pay the two of you was a good idea. You honestly didn’t know whether you should be ecstatic about the idea or completely horrified. You chose both.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you asked him, your eyes trailed on the list of requirements printed on the paper.

He raised an amused brow at you and crossed his arms. “Too much of a chicken?”

You slapped his arm. “I’m being serious! This study is for their PhD dissertation! We can’t mess this up for them just because I need the money.”

Jaehyun rolled his eyes. “We’re not messing anything up. We tick off all the requirements, anyway.”

“Which ones, exactly?” you deadpanned. The first requirement was that you two needed to be a couple. Last time you checked, you and Jaehyun were definitely not a couple.

“Well, first, it says that we need to be in a committed, monogamous romantic relationship,” Jaehyun reads out and bobbed his shoulders. “We’re best friends, it’s the same thing.”

“No, it’s really not,” you said bitterly, the words hurting you a bit more than you’d like to admit.

“Well, we’ve done pretty much everything together except stuff related to sex,” Jaehyun replied nonchalantly. Your jaw dropped at how blunt he was. “What? Did you forget that we made out with each other at Johnny’s party?”

Your eyes widened and this time, you landed a punch on his shoulder. “What is wrong with you? We both promised that we were never going to bring that up, again!”

He snickered in response before reading the next requirement, “–have been dating for at least six months.” Jaehyun nodded to himself. “That sounds about right.”

“Sorry, I think I have a memory problem because what happened to those six months, exactly?” you spluttered out. “I can’t seem to recall.”

You were all for doing whatever you can to survive. And it wasn’t really your moral compass telling you that acting as a couple with Jaehyun for a study was a bad idea, but rather it was your heart because you knew you couldn’t possibly handle Jaehyun acting so lovingly and sweetly to you like an actual boyfriend. It hurt you even more to think that he could act this way with a girl that was not you.

Jaehyun effectively ignored you. “–are currently living together. Well, we always sleep over at each other’s places so that’s fine. And, we’re both over the age of 18.”

You gave up at this point. For some odd reason, Jaehyun was really fired up for this activity and you wondered why exactly, but forced yourself to not think too much about it.

Just like how you forced yourself not to freak out when Jaehyun pulled out these couple rings for you two to wear, so that it’d be more “legit”.

Just like how you forced yourself to calm your heart rate down when he slid the ring onto your left hand’s ring finger and grinned at you childishly, before giving your hand a reassuring tight squeeze as you two entered the conference room for the study.

Just two-fake dating besties in-love~ (PART 3 — playing favourites~)

JUST FRIENDS, a timestamp mini-series (3/5)

[14:35] → [11:13] → [15:37] → [18:00] → [01:21]

making this a small series because i really enjoy writing this au. 

aka in which you and your best friend jaehyun pretend to date each other because you are a broke university student who likes to take advantage of some deals that require you to be, well, not single.

[15:37] Jaehyun had invited you out to the aquarium, knowing how much you loved animals. But despite how much you adored animals, you still didn’t bode with the idea that the animals were enclosed in such small spaces. Luckily, Jaehyun reassured you that he did his research and that the aquarium served as a sanctuary for wounded animals to recuperate and they will be released into the wild after they were better. 

While going through the numerous exhibitions, you two discussed the past study you had participated in, not having to go in for the research project for another two weeks. And as much as you hated to admit it, you two successfully passed as a couple. Something you weren’t sure whether to be happy about, or not. 

You finally ended up at the gift shop, where you were perusing which small souvenirs you should buy as a memento. You had your eyes on this cute enamel penguin keyring. However, it came as a set with an enamel polar keyring, almost like a couple accessory. But you had no use for a second keyring, causing you to pout at the dilemma.

“What’s up?” Jaehyun asked as he crouched down next to you.

You blew your cheeks and pointed at the two keyrings. “I want this.”

“I can see that.”

“But… it’s like… a couple set.”

He raised an amused brow at you. “And, why would that stop you from buying it?”

You frowned at his answer and stuck out your tongue at him. “I don’t need a set of matching keyrings to remind me just how painfully single I am right now.” You then motioned the price tag. “Not to mention the discounted price can only be sold to couples. What is this?”

He chuckled lowly at your answer and grabbed the set of keyrings before getting up. You looked at him, confused, as he made his way to the cash and paid for them. The cashier seemed to be telling him setting, probably the fact that the keyrings couldn’t be sold to him. Against your expectations, he pointed at you and then waved.

You waved back, unsure of what was he planning. But he was successful in his purchase. Jaehyun then jogged back to your spot and crouched back down again before dangling the penguin keyring in front of your eyes.

“Here you go,” he said with a teasing smile.

“What the hell? How did you manage to buy it?”

He bobbed one side of his shoulders. “Just told the girl that you were my girlfriend.”

“So, you lied?”

“I learned from the best.”

“Hey–”

He cut you off. “Do you want it, yes or no?”

You jutted your lips out. “What is that supposed to mean? Of course, I want it.”

“I’ll give it to you on one condition.”

“Ew, never mind, I don’t want it anymore.”

He tsk-ed at your retort. “Just tell me who’s your favourite person in our whole friend group?”

“Sicheng.”

“Sicheng doesn’t count, we just met him this year.”

“Fine, Doyoung.”

“You’re really going to be like this?”

You scoffed dramatically and blinked your eyes repeatedly. “Doyoung lied to the waiter about how it’s my birthday and got us free cake! You know how I am when it comes to cakes! And it was a strawberry shortcake too!”

“I pretended to be your fake fiancé so that you could sample wedding cakes!”

You waved his words aside. “That’s old news.”

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes at you. “Will it really kill you to say that I’m your favourite person?”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the keyring from Jaehyun before he could react.

“Fine, Jeong Jaehyun is my favourite person in the whole wide world! Happy?”

His lips lifted up in a small smirk. “I could do without the sarcasm, but I’ll take what I can get.”

You jokingly pushed him to the ground before walking away from him. But not before telling him, “I still prefer Sicheng over you.”

“Hey!”

You giggled as you skipped away, happy that you could tease Jaehyun a little. But, really, you were just trying to hide your ever blushing cheeks that somehow matched with the colour of his ears.

But you didn’t know that last bit.

Just two-fake dating besties in-love~ (PART 4 — speed quiz of love~)

JUST FRIENDS, a timestamp mini-series (4/5)

[14:35] → [11:13] → [15:37] → [18:00] → [01:21]

[a/n]: first post of the year 2022 and finally an update! i just checked when was the last time i posted an update for this series and it was literally in december 2020, i’m so sorry fksjfksjf. THIS IS ACTUALLY A VERY LONG TIMESTAMP (~1.8k words). Sorry for the long wait, lovelies! xoxo

you and your best friend jaehyun pretend to date each other because you are a broke university student who likes to take advantage of some deals that require you to be, well, not single. 

[18:00] Out of all the antics you’ve managed to pull Jaehyun into, this one definitely had to be the most ridiculous one. So ridiculous that you even considered digging yourself a hole and hiding in it for the rest of the school year. 

In your defense, faking your relationship for the Psychology study was Jaehyun’s idea. 

Actually, this time was also Jaehyun’s idea. 

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oohmygoodness, how scandalously delicious

over the phone 𐙚 sungchan & eunseok

warnings. dom!eunseok, dom!sungchan, phone sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism, cream pie, praise, male masturbation.

wc. 2.4k

summary. whilst you and your best friend eunseok are in bed together, he gets a call from your other best friend sungchan…. basically eunseok fucks you whilst sungchan talks to you over the phone.

2.4k in under 10 hours, melobin is back?

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eunseok was rough with you, he always had been, from the time you two started sleeping together till now, he was rough. he couldn’t help it, the way you pranced around all sweetly all day with none of your peers knowing the filthy things he would do to you when you were alone drove him insane. sure, around other eunseok was one of your best friends, but between you two he was the man who drove you insane one intense orgasm at a time.

you weren’t aware that sungchan knew of your arrangement with eunseok. whilst sungchan was your other bestfriend and made up the infamous trio that the three of you were in, you had left him out of the loop of this areangment, so it came as a shock to you when eunseok dropped it in conversation.

“what do you mean he knows?”

“he called me last time i was here didn’t he? you think he didn’t hear you? you aren’t quiet baby” you narrowed your eyes at eunseok, reminiscing the time sungchan had called him up whilst he was buried inside of you. eunseok had decided he wasn’t going to stop even though he was on the phone, simply telling you that it was up to you to keep yourself quiet and that he wasn’t going to help you. at the time you had thought you were doing a good job, but now you guess that wasn’t the case.

“that doesn’t explain nothing” eunseok shrugged and leaned back against your headboard, eyes trailing along your body as if he was more focused on something other than the conversation at hand.

“he asked if we were fucking and i said yes, is that what you wanted to hear?” you weren’t exactly against sungchan being aware of what was going on, you just weren’t sure on how he’d react “he didn’t say too much about it, he just nodded and said he assumed as much” eunseok brought his hands forward to grab your hips from where you were knelt in front of him, he pulled you onto his lap before squeezing your hips. your arms went around his neck, fingers lacing through the strands of his hair.

“guess anyone can see with the way you’re constantly trying to grab my ass in public” at your words his hands fell to your ass, being able to grab at it with ease because of the fact you only wore an oversized shirt, your panties being the only thing covering your skin.

“can you blame me?” his fingers dug into your ass, lips pressing against the corner of your lips “cant ever keep my hands off you, he’s lucky i haven’t fucked you in front of him yet” you couldn’t help but gasp at his words, shocked he’d ever suggest such a thing.

“you would never” you pulled your head back a little to look at him, he raised his eyebrows at you almost challenging your words.

“i wouldn’t?” his nails pressed a little harder into your skin, you gasped and leaned forward to press your chest against his. he used his grip on your ass to grind you down against him, his cock already beginning to strain through his sweats.

eunseok lifted you from his lap and laid you down on the bed, his hands going down to release his cock from his sweats before pushing your panties to the side. his fingers invaded your slit before pressing against your clit, he laughed at you. “you’re so wet i might just start thinking you want me to fuck you in front of someone” you whimpered at his touch, his words sent shivers through you.

eunseok’s fingers moved from your clit to your sopping hole, one finger pushing into you. he couldn’t hold back his groan when he felt how warm and wet the inside of you was, wanting nothing more than to feel you wrapped tightly around his cock. you whined at the feeling of his finger pressing into your cunt, legs parting a little wider so he could press his finger deeper. you loved eunseok’s fingers but you craved more, you needed more.

he was thorough in the way he pressed another digit into your cunt and curled them, fucking you at a slow pace with his fingers whilst watching your face, savouring every sweet moan and whimper you let out because of him.

“need more” you whined, fingers curling around the base of his shirt before dropping to his cock, hand wrapping around the base as you guided it towards your core. you looked up at him, eyes wide “need you to fill me up” that was a request that eunseok physically couldn’t say not to.

his fingers left you, opting to pushing your panties aside so he could slide into you. he let you help him guide his cock into you, he watched as you brought him closer to you, the tip grazing over your clit before you dragged it down your slit and settled him at your entrance. you looked up at him again, eyes pleading for him to push himself into you and give you what you were craving.

you gasped when you felt the head of his cock stretch you out, he slowly eased himself forward so he could fill you, your walls clinging onto the skin of his cock with each gentle push forward. your hands went to his arms, his gaze never left the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you.

eunseok’s eyes flicked to your face, he knelt back on his knees once he was fully seated inside of you. “too much for you?” your eyes opened at his words, he was breathing heavier than before, seemingly lost in the way you hugged him.

“never” you whined, cunt still clenching around his cock as you adjusted to how much he was stretching you out “i can take all of you easily” despite the confidence of your works, your voice was timid and breathless, you were already submissive under his touch so you didn’t know what battle you were trying to fight, especially when eunseok laughed at you.

“i know doll” his hands pushed under the fabric of your shirt and grabbed your hips, moving himself back slowly before filling you up again, you whimpered “your sweet pussy was made for my cock, always taking it so well”. you let out a moan as he spoke to you, his fingers pressing a little harder into your skin as he began to fuck you properly.

you could tell he was getting into you, as were you, his eyes were focused on where the two of you connected, his cock glistening with your slick as he fucked himself into you. your panties created a rough sensation for him as they dragged along the side of his cock with each thrust, it only turned him on more. you loved these moments, the times when eunseok would grow quieter as he fucked you, so focused on the way you made him feel that he couldn’t think of what to say to you, too distracted by your cunt sucking him in. especially when he began to fuck you harder.

eunseok was so distracted by you that he almost didn’t hear his phone begin to ring, almost. the sound from your bedside table knocked him out of his trance, his thrusts only faltering for a moment before they grew steady again, his pace slowing down but not stopping as he read the called id.

sungchan.

you saw it too, you knew he was going to answer it like he did last time, and he did. there was a subtle smile on his face as he pressed the green accept button and brought his phone to his ear, his eyes meeting yours as he slowly dragged his cock through your walls, his hand leaving your hip to grab one of yours, fingers lacing together as he made a particularly harsh thrust forward. you moaned louder than you meant to as panic ran through your eyes, you could hear sungchan say something through the phone before eunseok laughed.

“perfect timing” was all eunseok said to him before he took his phone away from his ear and held it against yours. “sungchan wants to talk to you” your eyes widened as you heard sungchan laugh through the phone.

“hi pretty girl” you gulped, eunseoks thrusts growing a little harder as you tried to respond to sungchan “what are you doing?” you could hear the slightly taunting tone he had to his voice.

“i’m with eunseok” your voice was already broken, breathing unsteady, you weren’t hiding anything from sungchan.

“oh really? what are you doing with him?” eunseok pinned down your hand that he was holding next to your head, his other hand still holding his phone against your ear as he leaned over you, hair falling in front of his eyes as he continued fucking you, the position made it easier for him to fuck you a little faster. it also let him hear what sungchan was saying.

you looked at eunseok, not sure on what to say to sungchan, head to dizzy from his cock to be able to come up with a proper answer to give him. eunseok found himself entertained by the situation, your walls hugged him a little tighter when he laughed at you. “tell him the truth baby, no need to hide it from him”.

“he’s fucking me” you voice was barely anything other than a whimper, the head of eunseok’s cock found its place deep inside of you as it pressed against your sweet spot, you suddenly found yourself giving up all hope of hiding any sound you were making.

“you sound like you’re enjoying it, does our eunseok fuck you well angel?”. you whimpered, you were enjoying it.

“yes” it came out as a whimper.

“be a good girl and hold the phone yourself won’t you, baby?” eunseok’s voice made you look at him, your hand weakly wrapping around the phone and holding it against your ear as he let go of it, he knelt up between your legs and held your thighs, he lifted and pressed them against your chest as he fucked himself deeper into you. the sudden change of angle had you moaning a little louder. with sungchan on the phone, everything felt more intense. from what you could make out over eunseok’s skin slapping against yours, you could hear sungchan breathing heavily over the phone, heavier than usual.

“don’t you know i could fuck you better, though? bet you’ve thought about it haven’t you?”

“sungchan i-“ your voice was cut off with a moan, your body reacted so well to eunseok fucking you that you couldn’t hold yourself back from moaning at the feeling of his cock inside of you.

“hmm? you know i’ve thought about it don’t you, sweet girl?” sungchan’s voice sounded different, his breathing was slowly growing unsteady and there was almost a whine behind his words. you could have guessed that he was jerking off whilst listening to you being fucked, for some reason that idea of it turned you on even more. “so tell me, have you thought about it?”

“yes” it was a whimper again, you heard sungchan laugh deeply down the phone.

“you know i’m most likely bigger than eunseok don’t you? know i’ll fill you up better than anyone you’ve ever been with” eunseok wasn’t small, the thickness of his cock always made your head spin when he was inside of you so the thought of sungchan being bigger had your clit throbbing and your cunt tightening around eunseok “how does that sound, angel?”

eunseok himself seemed lost in the moment, he watched you carefully as he fucked you, he could tell you were growing closest to losing your mind, it all being too much for you.

“so good” you words were directed at both of them, wanting to respond to sungchan whilst also telling eunseok how good he was making you feel “sungchan?”

“what is it, sweet girl?” you gulped as you moaned again, body beginning to feel weak from the pleasure.

“are you touching yourself?” your question sounded far too innocent given the context of what you were asking, far too innocent from someone being fucked senseless in that moment. sungchan groaned at your question whilst eunseok laughed, shaking his head at how shameless his best friend was.

“of course i am, how could i not be? you sound so pretty baby, hard for me not to be jerking off imagining i was the one fucking you right now” a harsher thrust from eunseok brought your attention back to him, in a way it felt like they were competing for your attention, both of them believing they could easily win whilst you were trying to pay attention to both of them at the same time. you were weak “do you want that hmm? gonna let me fuck you next time i see you?”

“fuck, yes” was all you could say, wanting nothing more than to have sungchan lay you down and fuck you brainless “i’m so close” was all you could whine out after, your eyes locking with eunseok’s as you felt his thumb drop to your clit.

“you can cum, doll” eunseok’s words only made you whine more, sungchan groaning in your ear spurred you on. you could hear him jerking off, the wet sounds of his hand being dragged up and down his cock with eunseok filling you up only pushed you toward your orgasm.

“let me hear you” sungchan’s voice sounded a little higher in pitch, you were sure the two of them were close too. when your orgasm hit you let yourself go, your lips parting letting out whatever wanted to come out, whimpers and moans filling the room as eunseok fucked you through your orgasm, his thumb on your clit not giving up as he drove it out of you “god you sound so fucking sweet” sungchan pretty much moaned into your ear, he found himself groaning restlessly as his cock ached for him to let him cum, eunseok finding himself in the same position as your walls began to milk his cock dry “you gonna take every drop of eunseok’s cum aren’t you angel? gonna let me fill you up when i get to have you too aren’t you?”

“yes fuck yes” your response resulted in sungchan gripping the base of his cock and his cum shooting over his stomach, he dragged his hand over himself as he let himself go. eunseok’s cum being fucked deeper into you as his thrusts slowed down as he let you breathe. he dropped your thighs back onto the bed and pressed his hand against your cheek, his thumb soothingly running over the skin as he grabbed the phone from you and put it to his ear.

“she’s mine by the way”.

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i think about this every now and then, when i see other street racer fics 😩 the palpable tension is insanely good 🙌🏼

slide thru - l.hc | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, ya dis one actually has some plot, smut, fluff? wordcount ➠ 9.3k details ➠  fem!reader, streetracer!haechan, badboy!haechan, college!au ━ where you and haechan are best friends with very heavy sexual tension. warnings ➠ explicit language, flirty banter, name calling, hickeys, bratty af, hair pulling, oral (deep throat), brief moment of public sex, a lot of teasing, possessiveness, switch!haechan, slight degradation kink, spanking synopsis ➠ Lee Donghyuck, goes by Lee Haechan, is your literal ride or die. From high school to college, you two are best friends for the long run. While your relationship has always been platonic, there is something about the wind in his brown locks and the thrills drawing donuts in an empty parking lot that causes butterflies to jump down below. Have you always been attracted to him or did he finally grow up to be your type? taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi​​ ; @darkneogotmyback​​ ; @im-lame-irl​​ ; @p-mini​​ ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck​​ ; @saniahmichael​​ ; @jaehy9ngs​​ ; @danyxthirstae01​​ ; @jaehyunoos​​ ; @pikijaemin​​ ; @suhweo​​ ; @dearlyminhyung​​ ; @yunoyeol​​ ; @lanadreamie​​ ; @ta3ilmoon​​ ; @legendnct​​

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! THIS ONE IS FLITHY YALL i need to cleanse my soul after writing this omgg !! also heres my attempt at writing dirty talk yikes yall already know, feedback is highly appreciated esp after getting so much attention for this series (which i am more than grateful for and happy about), i do hope people can leave me something motivating! i am struggling to finish these long fics lmao

Stupid Lee fucking Haechan. Haechan pulls up sheepishly and rolls down the passenger window to reveal your crossed arm stance and very agitated expression. “Look who finally decided to show up.”

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just a couple of besties celebrating nye 🥹💞

Midnight kiss - khj

Pairing: Hongjoong x reader Contents: Your best friend knocks on your door on New Year's eve with a swollen eye and a cut lip, and you can't help but scold him as you take care of him. Wanings: language, mentions of blood Word count: 1.8k

A/N: Find the rest of my holiday series here

*This is purely a work of fiction. It is in no way meant to represent any Ateez member in any way, shape or form.

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You hummed along to the song playing on the tv, barely paying attention as you scrolled through your phone. You smiled at your friend’s stories and posts, seeing them partying and getting shitfaced before it was even late. You had declined every party invite you had received, deciding that you’d take it easy this year, the last few months having taken a toll on you. You had gone home for Christmas, but you wanted to start the new year on your own, in your own stuff, and not throwing up in a random bathroom or passing out in an uber.

Hongjoong’s name popped up on your screen, and you tapped on the message. It was a video of him and a few of his friends, singing loudly and badly to a song of your childhood. Hongjoong was doing the little dance you and he used to do on it, and it made you smile. You had been best friends with Hongjoong since your high school years. At that time, both of you were pretty quiet kids, and you had been partnered up for a school project. You got along right away, and the both of you started hanging out regularly, so much that neither of your parents would be surprised to come home to the two of you playing video games or watching movies. They’d make dinner for both of you without asking questions, sending the other kid home at a decent hour to not worry their parents.

He was the one who had bugged you the most to go out with him that evening, and he still kept sending you photos and videos to try and get you to move and go find him. You replied with photos of yourself in your pjs, wrapped in a blanket with a hot chocolate in your lap. You replied to that last video with a selfie, smiling and giving him a thumbs up, telling him to enjoy his night.

You awoke to knocking on your door, and you frowned, checking the time. 11:30. Who the hell shows up at people’s houses at 11:30? Hongjoong, you thought, but frowned. He was out getting drunk, why would he be showing up at yours? You heard more knocks, so you stood up, still slightly in a daze from sleep. You opened the door without thinking, being too tired to be rational and check who it was first.

The sight in front of you woke you up a bit more. Your best friend stood there, a little smirk on his lips, or rather on the side of his face that you could still see. He was holding what looked like toilet paper against his mouth, and one of his eyes looked swollen, a little bit of blood still dripping from his eyebrow. He was slightly swaying from side to side, and his eyes were slightly closed, letting you know he wasn’t sober.

“Are you gonna let me in or should I come back later?” Hongjoong asked, amusement clear in his voice and you blinked, staring at him for a second.

“What the fuck happened to you?” You asked, moving aside to let him in. He laughed, stepping inside. “Bathroom,” you said, closing the front door behind him and following him to the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bath like he often did, and you reached into the cabinets, pulling out a piece of cloth and placing it under the water. He threw the rolled up toilet paper in the bin, and you stared at his cut lip for a second.

“Listen-” he started, but you shook your head, placing a finger across your lips. You still weren’t awake enough to listen to the story of how he’d ended up like this. He got the clue, keeping his mouth shut as you started cleaning his lip. He hissed at the contact of the cold fabric, but didn’t move away, letting you take care of him.

It wasn’t the first time you had taken care of him like that. Most of the time, though, you were just as drunk as him and had witnessed the whole thing. The boy was fiesty, and alcohol tended to make him slightly more agressive, and, to put it nicely, slightly stupid. He often found himself picking up fights with people who were taller and bigger than him, but the little shit somehow won more often than not.

Once the actual cut was clean and seemed to have stopped bleeding, you wiped the dried blood from his jaw, then threw the towel in the sink. You went through the cabinets again, pulling out a box of bandages, finding one that would keep his cut from opening more and applying it on his skin. You made sure it was sticking right, then let your eyes drift up to meet his. He had been looking at you, watching every little step you were taking to help him.

“So, what- don’t lick it, you idiot,” you said as his tongue darted out on the side of his cut, and he smirked at you. “What happened this time?” you asked, turning towards the sink to rinse the blood off the cloth.

“Some asshole talked shit about you,” he said, and you frowned.

“About me? Who?”

“No one you know,” he said, and you turned towards him, after stopping the water and wringing the towel out.

“Why would they talk shit if they don’t know me? Come on, who was it?” you asked, stepping closer to him again to clean his eyebrow. You noticed some of his hair seemed crusty, probably from some beer that had spilled during the altercation, and you took a mental note to rinse it, because you knew he would complain about it the next day. You pressed the cloth on his other wound as he sighed.

“You don’t know him. He saw the photo you sent me, and he said… something inappropriate. I gave him a chance to rectify, but he said something worse. So I introduced his jaw to my fist,” he said, and you chuckled.

“And then he bashed your head into the table?” you asked, and Hongjoong glared at you. His glare quickly turned into a smirk at the sight of your smile. The boy just couldn’t stay angry at you, especially while you were being so kind to him.

“He looks way worse than I do, believe me. He just happened to be wearing rings,” he said, and you nodded, knowing he wouldn’t lie about a fight. You nodded at that, pulling the towel away from his forehead and reaching for his hand. You pulled it up to examine his knuckles, and they looked fine, just a bit red and raw, but no open wound and no blood. You let go of his hand, and he let it fall onto his lap, looking up at you with a little pout.

“What?”

“You didn’t say thank you,” he said, and you frowned.

“Thank you for what? Disturbing my evening?”

“You call that disturbing? You were sleeping on the couch at eleven thirty on New Year’s eve,” he scoffed, and you crossed your arms on your chest.

“Oh, so I should thank you for saving my New Year then?” you asked, amused by his annoyed look.

“No, you should thank me for fighting for your honor. And, actually, yes, for saving your boring New Year, too,” he said, and you laughed, shaking your head.

“Fine. Thank you, Kim Hongjoong,” you said, and he smiled proudly. You rolled your eyes, turning to rinse the towel again, you saw him stand up from the corner of your eye, and you lifted a hand towards him. “Ah-ah, sit back down. Your hair is gross,” you said, and he didn’t argue, sitting back down. You got closer to him again, gently rubbing the cloth on the strands that felt crusty. His eyes closed as you did, and you smiled, knowing he had always loved when people played with his hair. It had even become a habit for you at some point, having him sit between your legs for you to comfortably play with his hair as you watched a movie, Hongjoong usually falling asleep on you before the movie was over.

“y/n?” you heard, and you blinked, looking at him. “I think it’s probably clean now,” he said quietly, and you stared at the strand of hair between your fingers. You felt yourself blush, and you turned back towards the sink once again, rinsing the piece of fabric. He stood up, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head against yours as you did so. This wasn’t new to you, Hongjoong always being more touchy when he was drunk, but it made you shiver, feeling his fingers drawing little circles where his hands were crossed on your stomach. You turned the water off in time to faintly hear the beginning of the countdown, coming from the tv that was still on in the living room. Your eyes met Hongjoong’s, and he started counting quietly as you put the towel away, laughing. You remained in his embrace as he counted down, both of your smiles growing as you laughed at the situation.

“Happy New Year!” Hongjoong whispered-shouted, faking the cheers that were heard from the tv. You laughed, shaking your head as you tried to pull away from him. But he kept you in place, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “What would I do without you, huh?” he asked, placing his hand on your hips to spin you around and make you face him.

“You’d be in deep shit, baby,” you said in a joking tone, and he stared at you, licking his lips. “Stop doing that,” you scolded him.

“Say that again,” he said, and you frowned.

“Stop licking your lips,” you repeated, and he rolled his eyes.

“Not that. What did you call me?” he asked, and you felt your cheeks heat up as you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up,” you said, turning your head away, but he placed a finger under your chin to force you to look at him.

“You’re right, I’d be very lost without you,” he said, before adding “baby.” A smirk grew on his lips, your expression mirroring his as both of you let out a few chuckles. You got more serious as he leaned down, and you felt your heart skip a beat, closing your eyes as he got closer to you. “Might not be the best idea to heal my lip,” he whispered teasingly, and you scoffed, placing your hand on the back of his head and pulling him to you. His fingers dug into your hips as you kissed, both of you smiling as you pulled away.

“Happy New Year, Joongie,” you whispered, and he smiled, leaning in to kiss you again.

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cream of the crop | changkyun [mx]

[GENRE] smut, fluff

[COUNT] 4.4k+

[PAIRING] fem. reader x Changkyun (I.M)

[WARNINGS] f2l, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), fingering, cream pie, hair pulling, overstimulation, cockwarming, choking if you squint, multiple orgasms, edging

[AU] f2l au

[A/N] as requested by anon however I’m not too keen on how it turned out? I think maybe i crammed too much in such a short space of time and a small word count. I hope you still like it though and who knows! It might be up for a rewrite or a part 2

Something isn’t right.

Changkyun frowns, watching you speak within yourself – your chin lowered to your chest and your eyes avoiding contact – which is highly irregular. He knows something is eating away at you but for reasons unknown, you hadn’t yet shared what it was. He leans forward to take a sip of his milkshake before settling back in the booth and nudging Jooheon beside him.

“…so yeah. Dinner was whatever.” You shrug nonchalantly, picking at a basket of fries, which had gone stone cold.

“Don’t eat those,” Jooheon slaps your hand away and flags up a waitress. “I’ll get some more.”

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argh, seokmin is indeed, so hot

friends don’t fuck (l.s.m)

Your best friend of several years says that he can share a bed without being weird. Well, he’s a fucking liar. 

or the one where neither of you sees any harm in fucking just to see what it’s like. 

ao3 | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do. 

WORDCOUNT― 3.7k

PAIRING― seokmin x afab reader

CONTENT― first time with big boy bestie, crackish, fluffish, mostly just smut 

NOTE― im just in love with him bro. i know that i’m typically more known for writing plot and/or really detailed smut scenes with a bigger word count but i’m having fun relaxing and writing these little fics in my free time (ㅅ´ ˘ `) , which means this is not proof read.

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how to win the lottery | mingyu

pairing kim mingyu x fem! reader genre fluff | 2.7k words | best friends to lovers warnings mentions of reader and other people drinking.

this is based on my shorter writing here

"CHEERS!"

as you sat at the dining table of seungcheol’s house, the warm glow of the overhead lights casted a soft ambiance over the room, highlighting the clinking of glasses and the excited gestures of your friends. 

the large dining table was split into three groups; you, soonyoung, chan, and seungkwan on one end, mingyu, seokmin, and jeonghan in the middle, then the rest of yours friends on the opposite side.

"you should slow down your pace," mingyu interrupts you, his gaze flickering over the outcome of your stressed week. his eyebrows furrow as he silently tallies the number of empty shot glasses that spread on top of the wooden table.

"it's okay," chan remarks across from the two of you, waving his hand at mingyu. "you're going to take her home later, no?"

mingyu shakes his head with his lips in a thin line. "i am, but the three of you are drinking the most," he points out, causing soonyoung to sulk and survey his surroundings.

seated across from him was seungkwan, face down on the table, falling asleep ever since the four of you reached the sixth bottle of soju.

how the loud conversations in the room weren't waking seungkwan up? you didn't know either.

chan's face remains unaffected, his lopsided grin only stretching wider. "come on, mingyu, it's been too long since we drank together."

soonyoung bobs his head ferociously, pointing down at the table where seungcheol is cheering at wonwoo for finishing his drink at once. 

"i promise i will only take four more shots," you place a hand on mingyu's arm in assurance. mingyu catches a glimpse of chan and soonyoung's pleading eyes before sighing.

"okay, but no more after that." mingyu reaches over to seize the two unopened bottles that were positioned centrally between the three of you, transferring the alcohol over to seungcheol's side of the table.

he rejoins his conversation with jeonghan and seokmin, his hand resting on your thigh under the table.

after, you see chan grab the remaining bottle, pouring another round of shots as if mingyu didn't just confiscate most of the alcohol.

the drunk smiles returned to your faces, the sound of three glasses hitting drowned by another rowdy seungcheol from afar; he hollered loudly when jihoon drowns his entire cup.

mingyu later felt hot inside the room, deciding to pull his attention away from the conversation and check the time. his eyes dart to the clock on the wall, a subtle sign of his growing impatience.

sure, it was a friday night, but he still wanted to head back to your house and crash.

"hey," mingyu interrupts jeonghan in the middle of his sentence, "sorry, but i think i’m going to head out." curiously, jeonghan and seokmin glance behind mingyu, staring in horror when soonyoung and chan raises their voice to sing loudly while you chuckle at their performance.

"yeah," seokmin trails off slightly after hearing soonyoung's voice crack, "you should go, we'll watch those two."

jeonghan observes his other friends, realizing that they are still bantering, but not as intoxicated as the three of you. "i think we're staying longer since everyone's still lively."

mingyu withdraws his hand from your thigh, rising from his chair and briefly towering over you. he taps your shoulder as seokmin and jeonghan pick up their discussion.

"hey," you turn your head to the voice, "can we head back now?" mingyu spots chan and soonyoung in the middle of pouring more shots, the single bottle you had left reaching the bottom. 

"we can go, mingyu, just let me take one more," you insist, but mingyu quickly stops you from reaching the shot glass.

"i think you've had enough for the night," mingyu states the obvious, watching you protest but eventually stand up next to him. you gaze at soonyoung hitting chan's shoulders playfully after chan makes a joke.

"guys," you grab everyone's attention, "we're leaving, don't drink too much without me!" you smile mischievously while mingyu chuckles softly in response.

you stroll towards the front door, everyone watching how mingyu trails behind you closely, helping you put on your shoes to leave before following suit.

"so," hansol whispers to your friends, all watching the interaction, "when are they dating again?" his question causes wonwoo and seungcheol to exchange amused glances.

minghao shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip from his glass. "when they start dating i'm winning the lottery," he places his glass down and sees mingyu opening the front door for you.

everyone, especially minghao, knew of your obvious crush on mingyu. but they also knew, you would never—ever, act on your feelings; you always to your friends that your friendship with mingyu was far more important than to risk it for your feelings.

"bye, goodnight everyone!" they hear you yell while mingyu softly ushers you out the door, collecting laughter from the group.

junhui and jisoo share a knowing look, before jisoo replies to minghao's comment from earlier, "oh, you better buy the lottery soon."

mingyu puts his arm around your waist, guiding you to the entrance of your house. "we're almost home, don't worry," he unlocks your door swiftly, having done it a million times.

when you enter your house, you immediately take off your shoes, running away to your bedroom. mingyu closes the front door behind him, following your actions, only to find you slumped over your bed.

mingyu smiles at your tired figure, heading to your bathroom to start the shower. "come on," mingyu walks towards your dresser to grab your clothes, "you have to shower,"

when you peek your eyes open, you see mingyu handing you your pajamas, pointing to the bathroom door. you whine but follow his words, knowing he was only trying to help. when mingyu sees you head into your bathroom, he leaves your room and goes to the guest bedroom so he can do the same.

twenty minutes later, mingyu dries his hair with a towel and walks over to check on you, spotting you brushing your teeth with the bathroom door open.

"are you still tired?" he asks, picking up your blow dryer on your sink counter, assuming you probably rushed to get ready earlier and left it out. when you finish spitting out the toothpaste, you mumble a yes to his question, wiping your mouth on another towel.

mingyu chuckles, plugging in the blow dryer and standing behind you to dry your wet hair. you see his concentrated face through the mirror, his hands running through your hair. it feels like a routine at this point, the way mingyu is always there to take care of you after a night out.

"all done," mingyu proceeds to set the blow dryer back to its original spot, on top of the shelf. mingyu ruffles your hair playfully, earning a protest from you before he grabs your arm to lead you to your bedroom.

"finally," you mumble, "i can't wait to knock out," you run to your bed and get under the covers, closing your eyes almost immediately.

"goodnight," mingyu takes one last look at you before he heads to the guest bedroom, hearing a weak 'goodnight mingyu' on his way out.

you wake up with a pounding headache. if it wasn't the consequences of your actions. 

you groan, sitting up on your bed, recalling the previous night. you swear in your head to never sit next to chan and soonyoung during dinner anymore, moving to the edge of your bed. 

before you got up, you noticed a glass of water and aspirin on your nightstand waiting for you. you feel your heart swell when you realized that mingyu had come in to leave it for when you woke up.

the scent of sizzling food filled your senses as you entered the kitchen, mingling with the sound of sizzling bacon and eggs. mingyu's culinary expertise was on full display as he expertly plated breakfast, the colorful array of dishes tempting your taste buds.

"are you burning my kitchen down?" you joke, catching mingyu's attention. you sat down on your kitchen stool just in time for mingyu to set the plates back down.

"you know i'm a better cook than you," he pointed out, before walking to the sink to wash his hands.

you notice mingyu changed into his shirt, your favorite one, that he left at your house. at this rate, he had half his clothes in your guest bedroom because he was always over.

you pull one of the plates closer to you, before grabbing a fork and eating breakfast.

"wow, this is really good," you compliment mingyu while he walks over to take a seat. too focused on the delicious food in front of you, you miss the way mingyu flushed red at your compliment.

soon, your plate was empty and you sipped on coffee while mingyu continued to eat his food.

"so," mingyu asked, "what's our plan for today?"

you suddenly recalled something, quickly heading back to your room to look for your phone. mingyu decided to ignore your suspicious action, opting to grab a bottle of water from your refrigerator.

when you came back into the kitchen, mingyu saw you typing quickly, probably sending a text message.

"i have a blind date today," you stare at your screen while mingyu starts choking on his water. 

"woah, are you okay?" you place your phone down on the kitchen island, patting mingyu's back for him to calm down. 

"i'm good," mingyu tries to act normal, "but i think i heard you wrong?"

witnessing that mingyu was no longer choking, you shrug your shoulders at his words, "i said i'm going on a blind date," you repeat, sitting on the stool to look at the information seungkwan texted you.

last night, when you complained about being single for so long, definitely not because of your hopeless, one-sided love for mingyu, seungkwan informed you that he had a mutual friend he could introduce you to.

you agreed to seungkwan, watching as he typed to text his friend about the news, but there was still a pit in your stomach at the thought of dating someone else.

"seungkwan is setting me up with his friend," you place your phone down with a sigh, "he just texted me the details for where to meet up with the person.”

mingyu abandons his water bottle, returning to his seat, “don’t go, instead, hang out with me today,” he suggests, hoping you would agree. mingyu looks at you with his big brown eyes, and you almost give in. 

“it’s just one date, how bad can it be?” you say, picking up your empty plate to put it in the sink. 

“besides, if the date goes bad we can drink later,” you mention while having your back turned on mingyu. 

mingyu frowns, but still, the possibility that the date may turn out badly is enough to have him remind you, “okay, text me later if the date ends poorly, i’ll come get you.” 

[mingyu] i’m outside the restaurant.

you grumble in annoyance under your breath for the entire walk outside the restaurant to mingyu’s car.

the date had been awful. 

the second you open the door to the passenger seat, mingyu is greeted with complaints about your date. 

“can you believe it, mingyu? they were comparing me to their ex the whole night!” you exclaim right when mingyu parks the car outside your house. mingyu listens quietly, too engrossed with the idea that your date was unsuccessful and there won’t be a second one. 

when you walk through your door, you head to your bedroom, still talking about the small unpleasant details you observed about the person. mingyu goes straight to your living room, picking up the remote to play a movie before grabbing some alcohol bottles from your refrigerator.

“i mean, why did you trust seungkwan to set you up with a nice date?” mingyu asks when you walk to join him on the couch. you notice that your favorite comfort movie is already playing, and mingyu opens the soju bottles for you both. 

“i don’t even know myself,“ you join mingyu on the couch, “i guess i just wanted to experience dating again,” it was a half lie. you just wanted to find someone to help you move on from mingyu, but you couldn’t tell him that. 

soon, the air was filled with the sound of laughter and the clinking of shot glasses, the thoughts of your horrible dinner disappeared because of mingyu’s presence.

the two of you continue talking, bringing up mingyu’s unsuccessful dates, laughing back at the memory. you both started out as best friends before you eventually grew a crush on him, so at that time you were interested in mingyu’s dates.

“i can’t believe your date told you they were using the bathroom and then left!” you push mingyu on the shoulders, the memory humorous in your head. 

mingyu pouts, “yeah, that’s the last date i ever went on.”

you pause for a moment, “wait, you’re right. why haven’t i seen you date anyone after that?” before mingyu could respond, you answered your question. 

“it was just too traumatizing, huh?” you lift your shot glass, asking mingyu to take another drink with you. 

“yeah, exactly why,” mingyu clicks his shot glass and watches you drown the alcohol. 

“anyway, why are all of our dates so unsuccessful? i'm going to be single forever. maybe, i should ask jeonghan to set me up this time? i think he has a more promising judgement in people.” you pour yourself and another shot before looking at mingyu’s glass.

“but i can treat you better,” he interrupts your rant, turning his body to face you completely, “why not just date me instead?”

you look up at mingyu, “mingyu i must be drunk from one bottle because i swear i just heard you tell me that you can treat me better,” you chuckle and see that mingyu still hasn't taken his shot yet.

“no,” mingyu stops you, making you face him. “you heard me right, why can’t you date me?" you are silent for a moment, asking yourself if this is truly happening.

"because," there's a pause, "wait what are you saying right now?"

mingyu reaches for the remote, pausing the movie that the two of you haven't been following, and leans in closer to you, inches away from your face.

"i think you know exactly what i'm suggesting right now."

it happened in seconds, your lips pressing onto his to close the small gap. mingyu's eyes are slightly widened, taken back that you made the first move, but he eventually closes his eyes and cups your face to kiss you better.

"so," mingyu smiles like a child once you pull away for air, "do you like me?" he playfully asks, smiling even brighter when he notices the blush on your cheeks.

you jokingly think for a second, "maybe, i do like you," you let out a hum before bursting out laughing, "okay, seriously, i like you, mingyu." you confess, already feeling your heart swell at the boy.

mingyu places a hand over yours, "i like you too," he admits, "i have for years." then he faces you with a serious look, "how did you not pick up on my hints?" 

you dramatically lean your head back, "how was i supposed to know? i liked you for years, too." you count in your head how long you've liked your best friend.

"all our friends know that i like you," you sigh, "i may have drunkenly told everyone when you didn't come to dinner that one time," mingyu stares at you in shock, shaking his head at his friends for not telling him.

"okay but, i practically live here," mingyu points out, arms waving around your house. "do you think i sleepover anywhere else?"

you prop your head up with your arm, "hey! at least now we know," mingyu drops his statement when he notices that you are starting to get tired.

"come," he stands up, pulling your arm, "let's head to bed, you're sleepy."

you follow him, but start to question why he's taking his shirt off and standing half naked, a routine he does to sleep.

"because," he answers you, placing his shirt on your vanity, "i want to sleep in your bed tonight," when you both stand next to the bed, he sheepishly looks at you, "and i want to cuddle."

you laugh at the boy, jumping on your covers and waiting for him to join you.

in your bedroom, the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. the soft rustle of sheets accompanied your movements as you shifted in bed, the peacefulness of the morning enveloping you both.

mingyu's eyes lingered on your serene expression, feeling a surge of warmth and contentment spread through him. it felt like he had won the lottery, knowing that you were peacefully sleeping next to him as his girlfriend.

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Risk it all

pairing: street racer! yuta x mechanic fem! reader

genre: fluff (best friends to lovers / mutual pining) , angst

word count: 3,026

warnings: illegal drag racing, mention of a deceased relative, dangerous driving, mention of a tattoo needle

summary: "When Yuta walks into your car shop in his old Nissan Skyline asking for a mechanic to tune it for his next drag race, you almost turn him down immediately. You could have never imagined how much closer you'd grow through this process, building a friendship - and maybe something more - while building his ride. Tonight, Yuta has found himself in a race that will have him put it all on the line. For his grandfather's name. For his reputation. For you"

author's note: hey sukie @hyuckdove! I was your secret writer for ficscafe's fic exchange event! This fic definitely put me outside of my comfort zone (a lot of research hahah), hopefully I've written something close to your taste and sorry for being late 😣 hope you like it! <333

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@naomis-sins, @slightlymore-main, @jjaeyoonoh, @ichbinschnappi, @infnteen, @markresonates, @babyksworld

One hand on the wheel, the other on the e-brake.

The seat felt too small for his liking as the fine leather pulled him in. Yuta wanted to fleet already, to fly off into the road, victoriously cross the finish line. He choked up in the containment of the seatbelt and the heavy expectations; too much was on the line for him.

With trembling hands and sweaty palms, he pushes back the bangs that grew too long for his small face, dyed a cherry red to fit the color of his ride. He uses a Hello Kitty hair clip to keep them off his face, one that you ironically gifted him on his first race win that he still holds onto like treasure in his pockets. The studded cuffs and noisy chains on his wrists dangle swiftly in the movement, and he decides to fix the front mirror in a compulsive urge that overwhelms him.

Hanging from it is a pair of those kitsch plushie dice and an old, battered-down picture. Him with a man that’s worn out from time but still looks a ton like Yuta; same nose, same smile, a same glint in his eyes. Yuta hears the sudden rev coming from the car on his left; it’s loud and piercing but it’s not enough to pull him out of the moment, still taking the time to kiss the pads of his fingers and touch the face of the man depicted.

It’s hot and humid in his car, especially after he turned the AC off to avoid any water spillage on the street. For a moment he catches his reflection in the mirror, sees the sweat droplets that collect around his temples and draw a wet path along his neck, right over the matching tattoo you got together. He smiles at the memory of you holding onto his hand for dear life, cussing out anything and everything on your sight as the needle pierced your skin.

It’s a chrome engine tattoo, pulsating to life along with his veins, the very first component that you installed in his car.

This race is for you.

It seems like yesterday when he rolled into your family’s car shop for the first time, freshly turned 20 and asking for the best mechanic available to help tune his car. He heard your father call your name, and soon you walked in proudly, in your oil spilled overalls and hair pulled up in a pretty ponytail. You barely sent a look his way, too preoccupied with eyeing up his ride suspiciously, while Yuta’s stomach rumbled with butterflies.

“A Nissan Skyline R34”, you deadpanned and Yuta swelled up with pride, smile shining ever so brightly next to the dusty exterior.

“I’m ‘going to Mexico’ in two weeks against a Porsche 911. I’m planning on winning.”

“With this piece of bone stock? You must be kidding.”

“That’s why I came here. I’m planning on making this baby faster.”

Walking slowly in circles around the vehicle, you estimated the rust damage, deciding to then pop up the hood. You frowned silently in concentration as you inspected the engine carefully for any fluid leaks, corrosion, or any cracked hoses and belts.

“It’s in an ok condition, I must admit, the mileage is pretty good too. But it’s still not good enough for most drag races. Maybe if you sold it for a-”

“Not happening”

Startled by the absolution in his voice, you finally took a moment to look at the boy standing before you. He was plainly dressed, with a simple tank top that hugged his torso tightly and blue jeans that bagged out just enough. His long fingers were decorated by bulky rings, shaped like crosses and hearts and scary skulls, and while the shaved patch on his eyebrow gave an edge to his appearance, his eyes to you seemed sweet like honey.

“If you make a good investment now you can get a car that can hold up better for competitions. Think about-“

“I said. It’s not happening.” You watched him curiously as he sighed in disappointment, his sharp shoulders slumping in deflation. “If you’re not gonna help me I’ll go find somebody else. But I’m not selling this car.”

“May I ask why?”

It was fate, or maybe pure curiosity. If this was any other customer you would have turned on your heel already, too deep in work to worry about a random man’s drag racing capriccio.

“This car once belonged to my grandpa. He was a famous drifter, did drag races too. He’d talk to me about all the car meets he went to and all the interesting people he met. My family doesn’t understand this world, thinks it’s stupid and dangerous and maybe it is, so they sold all his other rides”. He approached the low car, softly caressing its faded paint. “But this one he wanted me to keep. It was his last wish before he-“

“I’m sorry”, you whispered when he choked up, still staring as he waved his hands over his face.

“No, I understand”, he chuckles defeatedly, “You’re not the first car shop to turn me down.”

You thought this would be the end of the conversation with the handsome stranger, just a faint memory that would soon be hidden somewhere in your hippocampus when he slapped a band of bills on the trunk, making your eyes bulge out of your head. It was 100s. Thousands of worth.

“Where the hell did you get this?”

“From racing.”

“With that thing? You must be good”

“Thanks?”, Yuta tittered, tugged between flattery and offense, his breath hitching in his throat in anticipation when you spoke again.

“Come by tomorrow at 6 am. We have a lot to do.”

New engine, new tires, new exhaust. That’s how you made your first appearance at the next local car meet, your freshly painted “Cherry Bomb” making the JDM lovers swoon at her red beauty. Every time you’d rev between the crowds of car fanatics, your duo would have a brand new spec to show off, making your name well known in the small underground community. “The ever-growing ride”, your father would jokingly call it, reminiscent of the ever-growing friendship between you and Yuta.

At the drag racing events, people knew you as ‘Yuta’s girl’, but it was really you who took him under your wing and he was grateful for it. Slowly but steadily, Yuta became a part of your little car shop family, basking in the acceptance of your folks and hurting as he witnessed your financial difficulties. He wasn’t just a sponsor, but an endless source of inspiration for you as well, sharing stories of all the races you prepared the cars for but never attended until he’d finally invite you to join him.

That glow in your eyes at the sight of all the tuners was enough of a reason for Yuta to ask you to accompany him every time; his personal human lucky charm. He justified it somehow, saying that “his mechanic should be there just in case”, successfully ignoring the real reason behind his request that bubbled in the form of a beating heart. And it was true, that you knew his car better than anyone, but you also knew everything ‘under the hood’ of Yuta’s heart. All his ambitions, worries, his insecurities. They became yours as well, you felt them even deeper every time he crossed that finish line.

And it’s confusing to everyone but to you both as well, how you keep labeling your duo as ‘just best friends’. Even when he insists that you kiss his cheek every time he rides the asphalt for good luck. Even if the way you run into his arms the moment he walks out of his vehicle is too intimate to be friendly.

It was just last week, at a car meet like any other that he placed tonight’s important bet.

You and Yuta liked rolling in the meeting area a little late, basking in the whistles of all the impressed car enthusiasts. Opening the truck after you parked, you took out a couple of beers that you kept in a cooler, and sat with him on the hood as you casually chatted with a guy around your age.

“Nice ride man. What’s your most precious compartment?”

“This one”, Yuta stated matter-of-factly as he pointed at you, then used the same hand to bring your intertwined fingers to his lips, “She made it all possible. Smartest girl in town.”

You take a sip from your drink to cool your face down, your heart swelling with his praise. The man chuckles at the sight of you so close yet so shy towards each other, ending this part of the conversation with a nod of agreement.

“I see. I was asking because my friend is in town and he has the same car, well, the skeleton at least. Same horsepower too.”

“And?”

“...And I was looking for a good competitor”, another man answers instead, presumably the aforementioned friend. “Lee Taeyong”, he introduces himself, shaking Yuta’s hand and playing with his car keys with the other.

It was glaringly obvious that Taeyong wasn’t from around town. Dressed in Gucci from head to toe and covered in expensive jewelry, he dripped with an opulence that didn’t fit anyone around him. It seemed strange to you that he didn’t come over with a supercar or something, but then again, collecting cars from the ’90s can be equally as expensive.

“I wanna ‘go to Mexico’ before I leave for Macau. And I want to have some extra money to spend”

“Too bad the money’s going to me”, was Yuta’s smooth response, and you tried not to smile too wide at his rightful certainty.

“So, you’re in?”

“Depends on the prize”

“How about ten grand?”

The mention of the number made you choke on your beer, the amount of money being unfathomable to you. In this city, a couple of thousands alone seemed like a pretty big deal, with most of the racers being truck drivers or small business owners. You expected Yuta to politely decline, or maybe point him to a wealthier racer when he reached out his hand in agreement.

Immediately your mouth went dry, tugging the sleeve of his shirt in shock. This kind of loss would put him into bankruptcy, and Taeyong didn’t seem like a guy that would let a bet of this caliber go. He ignored you with a smile until they settled the details, and then ignored you some more when you nagged him about his terrible money handling.

“It’ll be okay”, was what he simply told you that day, and what he repeated again tonight before getting in his car.

You had faith in his abilities, that much was true, but your love for him exceeded it by much. It made your legs shake from nerves that you couldn’t get rid of, your eyes welled up with anxious tears. He had put you in his arms to calm you down, as if you were the one in need of relaxing, in those kinds of hugs that muted the commotion of the people around you and made your whole body feel weightless.

“Be careful”, you mumbled through his shirt, your face hidden safely in the fabric and ignoring the curious stares that the spectators sent your way. His hands were playing with your hair softly in response, and you loosen your grip on him for a second to take a good look at his face before he hit the road.

“Let’s make a bet of our own”, he suggested, in a voice so low that you’d have missed it if you weren’t so close to him. “How about I take you out for dinner if I win?”

“Like a celebratory dinner?”

“Like a date. My treat.”

You were taken aback by how serious he was being, chuckling nervously at the proposition.

“Well, if you lose I might have to buy your broke ass dinner every day.”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

You leaned up to reach his face, petting his hair out of his cheeks until you found the upturned corner of his mouth, then planted a soft kiss right over the fold. His hands were still keeping your bodies flushed together, heartbeats beating so hard that your pulses overlapped and danced with one another. A promise, lingering in the night breeze and the faint lines of friendship you toyed with for months now took the form of your pink lipstick on the side of his lips tonight.

“Yes. Now go get ‘em”

He was reluctant yet he let you go, ignoring Taeyong’s teasings and entering his Skyline. It was this very series of events that brought him to this moment, staring at your extended arms as you stood between the two cars, preparing to give their cue to start.

This was a ‘heads up’ race, meaning that whoever crosses the finish line first, wins. They’d compete at a simple “U” shaped course, testing both their mechanics and driving abilities.

Yuta slowly eases his feet off the clutch, pressing into the accelerator until he feels the car pulling him forward. This is it.

“Ready?” you shout over the loud exhausts, and start counting once you get a nod from both, “3, 2, 1, GO!”

Pushing down the e-brake as hard as he can, he lets his car launch into the street. Taeyong is just a few seconds ahead of him, getting a slightly better head start, so Yuta doesn’t waste any more time to go into full throttle. The index of the speedometer passes by the three-digit numbers with as much urgency as him.

And you were just as nervous, if not even more, staring at the two cars battling head to head. In just a few second’s it’d be time for the big turn, and you plant your right foot into the concrete as if you could slow down Yuta’s car for him.

But he doesn’t.

A scream gets caught in your throat as he takes the turn in full speed, pulling a drift that lives up to his grandfather’s reputation. The crowd cheers enthusiastically, zooming in as they take videos of the dangerous stunt that’s hardly ever witnessed live. With such a small decrease in speed, Yuta widens the margin between him and Taeyong by a whole lot, victoriously accelerating to the finish line.

Men, children, young women, they all gather around his vehicle that’s slowly cooling down, congratulating him on the win and the newly earned money. Yuta is polite to them all, shaking their hands and flashing them his beautiful smile, yet his eyes are searching past them, looking for you.

“Y/n!”, he yells at you as you walk away from the scene quickly, hiding your face with the sleeve of your jacket. “Where are you going?”

Usually you’d have tackled him already, jump in his embrace as you’d gush over his skills. The sight of you leaving in such a hurry worries him deeply, wondering if anyone had hurt you while he was gone.

He finally reaches your speed as you enter the underdeck parking area of a nearby building and manages to pull you back, only to see your face covered in hot tears.

“Why are you crying? What happened?”

“Are you kidding me? You could have died out there!”

The sound of your sobs blocking out your voice makes his heart break into million pieces, reaching out to pull you in a hug that you reject.

“I’m fine! I know that turn was risky but I-”

“You got lucky Yuta, that’s what you did! Do you have any idea what it feels like to see someone you love risking their lives?”

“Love?”

“Yes! Love! Is that it? Will me admitting how fucking in love I am with you stop you from acting dumb again? Because I-”

Yuta kisses you with such force that you stumble back a little, gasping for air as it’s being knocked out of your lungs. Your lips taste salty, like the tears that cover your cheeks, and he places his thumbs right over them until he’s rubbed your skin dry. You could be kissing for five minutes or five hours, you’re not really sure; times flies by so fast when you breathe the same air as the person you’ve been pining over for so long.

A hand sneaks past your jacket and wraps around your waist, his rings feeling so cold against your skin that you yelp a little. Yuta swallows the sound but breaks the kiss to make sure you’re feeling better, connecting his forehead with yours when he sees that you’ve stopped crying.

“I’m an idiot”

“Yeah”, you agree and it makes him chuckle, burying his face in your neck as you continue, “your life is worth so much more than all that money”

“I did it for you.”

“What?”

He sighs in your skin and stands up straight again, rubbing his neck right over his tattoo.

“I wanted to give the money to your family. I’ve seen you struggling to keep the shop open and I know you sell me the parts for much cheaper, not to mention all the hard work you’ve put into my car. You’ve given me so much and a simple ‘thank you’ is not enough. I wanted to give back to you.”

You wrap your hands around his neck, playing with the little hairs on the nape of it. He closes his eyes at the feeling, giving in to the serenity of the moment and the sweet sound of your voice.

“You already do. Being around you and being a part of the thing you love most- it’s given me a new drive to work and be better. I’ve grown with you, and I know you appreciate me. You didn’t have to risk your life for me to know.”

Yuta kisses you again, whispering small ‘I love you’s over your lips. You hear a faint voice calling him from afar, yet he doesn’t move an inch away from you.

“You’re worth risking it all.”

this one too! Had me swimming in a pool of swirling emotions 😭

♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫-𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 

parings: johnny seo x reader

genre: oneshot, soulmates!au, college!au, childhood best friends!au, friends to lovers!au, angst, fluff, smut (first time reader)

warnings: alcohol usage, swearing

a/n: indentation indicates past events (there’s only one), italicized indicates thoughts/emphases (you’ll know)

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tags: @kpopscape​ @nct-writers​ @yixing-jaehyun​ @huangvibez​ @justineasian​ @keijh​ @andypanda25​ @cherryblossomsfall​ @chittamonsie​ @selenelle​ @keonaforever21​ @suhweo​

Ever since you were able to see, you’d see that red, silken string attached to every person’s pinky finger. Your world was filled with it, some had it and some didn’t. You learned the hard way that if you were to tell others who their string connected to, it’d deteriorate into dust and their path to their soulmate would either also deteriorate or lead to another. From seeing your friends come and go, seeing their parents divorce, you didn’t speak a word because once you let the words slip from your lips, everything changed. You were thankful that you didn’t tell your parents when you were a child, because luckily, their strings were still attached to each other’s and every morning you thank yourself that you didn’t peep a word. You always thought that if you did, they’d still love each other. 

Another thing you were thankful for was growing up in the suburbs of the lovely city your parents decided to settle in and that you were living next door to the loveliest, sweetest boy, Johnny Seo. Your parents and his went to high school together, his parents were high school sweethearts whereas yours found one another in college and moved back to get married and start a small family. You were the only child, thankfully, you don’t know how else you’d survive. Johnny was already a big enough pain in the ass.

You two grew up to be the bestest of friends. Every summer the nights were filled with bonfires and smores, since Johnny was a bit older than you, he always helped you no matter how young he still was. You two also enjoyed sleepovers at one another’s house. You’d make forts out of stored blankets in the living room, watch a movie from there and end up falling asleep there for the night. Most of the time, you two played games in his room, he had a big collection. From cards to board games to video games, you two played them until you’d knock out and his parents would have to tuck you both in bed. A time where sleeping with each other wasn’t so weird. A time where things were easier. It’s fascinating to you how quickly time passes by, one time you were just starting elementary school, and the next, you’re in Johnny’s car as he drives you both to campus. 

“Last year of college, you ready?” You asked from the passenger seat. 

Johnny lowered the volume on his stereo, “yeah I guess, I’m ready to get out into the real world and start paying for my student debt,” he laughs. 

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the first installment to this duo-series is still so good 😆

♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡

Art Of Innocence

The Virgin Series – Huang Renjun

Part of ‘The Virgin Diaries’ Series

Virgin!Au, University!Au, Bestfriend-Lovers!Au

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst.

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Very brief mentions of drug and alcohol, Loss of virginity. 

Word Count: 11.8k

Summary: Art and gaming. That’s all Renjun found himself doing. Of course he spent time with his friends, but he had to be dragged away from his games console or easel first. Renjun had been brought up around art, his mother being an artist and his father being a drama teacher. So it wasn’t a shock to anyone when he decided to study art at university. His quiet, shy, nerdy nature meant that he didn’t get much attention when walking around campus, which is just how he liked it. You however, had found him on your first day of university and had stuck to him like glue. He pretended as if you didn’t mean that much to him, but you and him both knew he would be lost without you. Only, you didn’t know he was a virgin. So after you found out about the pact from one of the other boys, you couldn’t wait to intercept his gaming session and quiz him on his innocence. You couldn’t help it, but you suddenly saw him in a different light, one that had your fingers tingling and stomach flipping. The same way Renjun had felt looking at you since the first day he’d met you.

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san deserves to get recognised !

What About Me? - San X Reader

Part of the CODN Spring Event - The Language of Flowers

Genre: Angst, Non-idol!AU, Best Friend!AU

Pairing: San X GN!Reader

Words: 1,704

Rating: E for Everyone :)

Warnings: Jealousy, alluded to the fact reader doesn't have a shirt on at times

A/n: So, I really wanted to play around with how different flowers have different meanings, and could be interpreted differently depending on the person. Hehe, As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

Summary: An innocent gesture, or something much deeper?

Yellow Rose - Jealousy

The sound of his knock echoes loudly in his ears as San stands on your front porch. A bundle of flowers rests in his hands, shifting himself from foot to foot as he waits for you to answer the door. You had asked him to come over, and as he recalls the reason why, he cannot help but let out a sigh.

“Oh, good!” You grin as soon as the front door swings open. “You’re here!”

Without wasting another moment, you tug him inside.

“Andy will be here soon, and I just can’t decide if I should wear the red shirt, or the yellow shirt!” Your voice is a little frantic as you waste no time marching right back into your room.

You didn’t even notice the flowers.

Slipping off his shoes, San follows you silently into your bedroom where he already sees you tossing clothing everywhere onto the floor. You’re rambling about this new guy you met - Andy - and San cannot help but to nod almost absentmindedly along to your words.

He’ll give it a week, and then you’re sure to come crying to him again about how yet another man has disappointed you. Another man that isn’t him.

If only you would give him a chance. Maybe then you could see just how much of a gentleman he could be to you. He already treats you like royalty, but you simply refuse to acknowledge that anything is there.

San knows he’s not the only one that sees it. All of your other friends have always commented on the chemistry the two of you share. From jokes about getting married, to teasing remarks about already being a seasoned couple, every comment seemingly goes right over your head. That, or you simply refuse to acknowledge how well you two fit together.

No. After so many years together, you refuse to acknowledge San as anything but your friend.

It drives him insane. Can’t you see how much he cares for you? Do you not realize the extents he would go to lay the whole world at your feet, if only you asked him to? Either way, San knows that he’s desperately in love with you, but you never seem to feel the same way.

Letting out another sigh, San sits forward. Resting his elbows on his knees, he fiddles with the large bouquet in his hands as your voice dies out in your throat.

Finally, it seems as if he’s gotten your attention.

“Who are those for?” You blink curiously, leaning into him so that he can practically smell your intoxicating perfume over the scent of the yellow roses clutched in his hands. “Did you finally manage to score a date yourself after so long?”

San’s gaze, which had been intently focuses on the blooming flowers, shifts upwards to met your own.

“No. If I were bringing flowers for a date, they wouldn’t be yellow.” He hums, sitting up fully in his spot.

“I was gonna say,” you chuckle, moving back over to your closet to pick out another shirt. This time, it’s purple. His favourite colour. “If you’re going to get roses for someone whom you’re romantically involved, yellow is probably the worst colour you could choose.”

“Oh?” San quirks a brow at you, watching you intently.

“Yeah.” You hum casually, turning back to face him once your slip on your shirt. “Don’t you know that yellow roses signify friendship?”

This time, both his brows raise at you in mild disbelief. “Do they?”

That’s certainly not what he was going for, but if that’s how you want to interpret them, who is he to stop you. It’s probably better if you think that, anyways. The last thing he needs is to get into another argument with you over his jealousy.

“So…” you trail off, a knowing grin tugging at the corner of your lips. “Who are they for?”

“Well, obviously I brought them for you.” He offers you the bouquet of roses, just as he’s always offered you his heart.

And like always, his meaning seems to go right over your head.

“Oh, Sannie!” A brilliant smile stretches out across your features as you reach out to take the flowers from his hands. “You shouldn’t have!”

Little do you see the way his whole body jolts, his breath hitching as your fingers brush lightly over his skin. The gently kiss of gratitude you place upon the skin of his cheek only serves to make the warmth in his chest blossom, spreading outwards pleasantly. All the way until it reaches the very tips of his fingers.

“What’s the occasion?” There’s a teasing lilt to your voice as you walk out of your room and towards the kitchen.

San, of course, is eager to follow you out, his eyes drooping slightly as he purses his lips. Though, the moment you turn around, a glass vase in hand, he’s back to looking every part of the chipper male you’ve come to know.

“Can I not bring flowers to the most beautiful person I know?” The corner of his lips quirk upwards, but the grin doesn’t fully reach his eyes.

“You can bring me flowers like this anytime, Sannie Boy,” You giggle, and the melodic sounds sets his heart racing inside of his chest.

Hearing such a joyful sound, and knowing that he’s the cause of it… well… to him, there is no greater feeling. Even if he’s stuck as your friend for all eternity, that is where he wants to stay. There is no place he would rather be than by your side, where he knows he’s always belonged. His only wish is that he could be more.

“I’m just glad you like them.” His reply is gentle, glancing up at you through his lashes.

San watches you as you place the bouquet in that glass vase, noting the way your fingertips gently trace over the side of the silken petals. If only he could being doing the same to you right now. He’d pull you close, his arms wrapped securely around you as he whispers that you’ll never have to worry about another thing ever again. He would tell you all about his promises to protect you, to be there for you, and how he only wants to make you smile every and any chance he gets.

You are the light of his life, and he only ever wants to be the light in yours.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” He blinks, so caught up in his own thoughts for the moment, that the final touch he had brought with him nearly slips his mind. 

Reaching into his pocket, San pulls out a small red ribbon. Stepping forward, he ties a simple, neat bow around the stems of the roses, smiling at you all the while.

“San.” A soft smile pulls at your features, a hand coming up to rest over your heart as you breathlessly sigh his name. “Thank you.”

“I’m just glad you like them.” He repeats his words from moments earlier, inclining his head softly. 

His eyes shine with nothing but adoration for you, longing to step forward and cup your cheek in his hand. Only, he cannot. So, he’ll happily settle for the small moments, such as this, that you give him now.

You meet his gaze, that tender expression still pulling at your features. An expression of which that causes San’s heart to absolutely flutter inside of his chest.

“Oh, I more than like them, Sannie.” You pause in your movements of brushing your thumb over a petal as you smile at him. “I love them.”

You tug a single rose free from its confines in the vase, careful not to ruin the beautiful display.

“What are you doing?” San quirks a brow, watching as you step closer to him with that single rose in your hand.

A blink, and you offer it to him with a large smile stretching across your features.

“Giving my best friend a flower.” You reply cheekily. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Though your meaning might be vastly different than his, his heart still warms at the action. 

He wastes no time in reaching out to gently grasp the stem you offer him, bringing the fresh bloom to his nose and inhaling its scent.

The corner of his lips twitch upwards.

Just as he goes to respond, another knock sounds at your door. The way you visibly perk up, scurrying over to answer whoever it is, makes San’s heart squeeze painfully in his chest.

You had just been sharing such a tender moment, too…

With one final look at the golden bouquet, San turns away. Letting out a long breath through his nose, he walks towards your font door, leaning on the wall lightly with his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze scans over this new guy - Andy - and the first thing San notices is how empty his hands are.

Not even a single flower for you.

San shakes his head. His eyes narrow pointedly at the tall male across from him, hand tightening on the single stem held in his own hand.

“Sorry I’m late,” Andy says, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his head sheepishly. “You look beautiful.”

At the giggle you let out, San feels his heart squeeze painfully in his chest once more.

He purses his lips, listening to you chat excitedly with this new male, who, in San’s opinion, does not deserve even a second of your attention.

Andy doesn’t bring you flowers. 

San does.

“Alright, I’ll be back later.” You say, reaching for your bag as you send one final look San’s way.

San can only offer you a tight smile in return, your focus almost immediately back on Andy as soon as those words are out of your mouth. He can only watch on, a crushing pain in his chest, as you exit through the front door, waving a final goodbye to him over your shoulder.

As San watches you walk away from him, yet again, in the arms of another male, that familiar jealous beast inside of him rears its ugly head.

The stem of the yellow rose finally snaps in his hand.

co-parenting lil stinky 😆🐕

BEST FRIEND TEXTS — w. nicholas

pairing. bestfriend!nicholas × fem!reader genre. smau, purely platonic warnings. swearing, suggestive jokes, just a little playful flirting here and there author's note. wrote this before my geography exam because i was feeling delusional. might fail tho xx

“—all the marie kondo folding in the world can’t help him focus on finding you a change of clothes”

♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡

bffs to lovers ask with seokmin… when he gets to eat you out finally or he ends up doing it that same night and he’s so turned on seeing the mess in your underwear all for him and he’s so good with his mouth and fingers

referencing this seokmin drabble! (read part 2 here!)

i know i said i wouldn't answer smutty asks until i finished my shit but this is genuinely crazy............more under the cut because i went insane :)

soonyoung comes home and is totally unaware of what just transpired on his couch. you're hobbling around in your sticky shorts and seokmin's sweats are stained with his cum. you both lie and say that you spilled soda all over yourselves during the movie and go to get cleaned up, and poor oblivious soonyoung tells you guys to take your time while he attempts to make you guys some dinner.

and now you and seokmin are just standing in his room, door locked, looking at each other because your minds are still racing from what just happened. he tells you he'll find a pair of shorts you can borrow, but as he turns around he catches a glimpse of you pulling your underwear off and he can see the sticky line of arousal connecting your panties to your glossy cunt, still swollen. and he's stammering, fumbling with the drawer (all the marie kondo folding in the world can’t help him focus on finding you a change of clothes), until he says fuck it, just pushes your hips onto his bed. can't wait 'till tomorrow, he mutters, getting on his knees, and you're just murmuring yes, yes, yes, want your tongue so bad, delirious and horny and intoxicated by the sight of seokmin between your thighs.

his lips are so fat and pink and wet and his big hands part your thighs, at first, shyly, a little scared to break you with his enthusiasm. and then he looks up to meet your gaze, as if to ask for your permission, and sees you propped up on your elbows, lips parted and the swell of your chest as you take a shaky breath. and that just sets him off, you're so goddamn perfect, that he just dives in.

there's slick all over your inner thighs and your pussy lips because you cummed in your shorts but he doesn't care. he'll let that shit get in his hair if it means you're gonna be on cloud 9. and you are, he's moaning into your cunt like he's the one getting off, sucking on your clit with his tongue flat against the bud. he's entranced by how your hips just seek his mouth, it's literally the hottest thing in the world seeing you hike your shirt up so you can bite the cotton and muffle your moans.

his pretty best friend, the funniest and smartest person in the world to him, reduced to babbles and muffled cries wearing his shirt. he's so fucking lucky.

he doesn't even know his own strength when he wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls you further onto his tongue to make room for his fingers. for a flash, you're made dizzy by how easily he yanked you forward, but before you're fully able to process whatever the fuck is going on, he's putting a long, thick finger in you. and you've taken fingers before, taken a lot more than fingers, but this time is so different. even one finger deep, you're shaking like a leaf on his bed, and when he pets your g-spot your whole body freezes up with the bolt of pleasure that ripples through it. the head is genuinely so good you will cry. you would already be crying if you could do anything else but moan into your shirt and grind on his face.

and after one orgasm he's not done--why would he stop making you feel good? why would he deprive himself of seeing his best friend cry his name and pull his hair? why would he ever want to not devote himself to your pleasure?

bff to lovers with seokmin where you purposely grind back into his crotch to make him hard while your spooning during movie night leading to making out on his lap while giving him a hand job

can i be 🫂 anon pls hehe

tags: friends to lovers, mutual masturbation (kind of), cock worship (kind of), dry humping (kind of), wonwoo being a nerd, there is no spooning (sorry), porn mention

wc: 2k

[part 1.5] [part 2]

it's almost funny.

you wish it were funny—in fact, you'd give anything to be laughing right now.

instead, you contend with the incredibly awkward silence, punctuated by the sound of you rifling around in the popcorn bowl and seokmin's nervous, quiet laughter.

"did wonwoo say this movie had a sex scene?" you ask, lightly nudging seokmin in the ribs in futile hopes of lightening the atmosphere. the light of the screen makes his eyes glow; you're able to admire him even as you both try to emotionally recover from seeing not only full frontal nudity but also what could generously be labeled as the most artsy, beautifully lit porn you have ever seen.

right next to your best friend.

and normally, it would be funny. if you were with chan or soonyoung or minghao or literally anyone else, you know you would be laughing. instead, you're shifting around on the couch, shorts feeling a little too short, panties a little too damp, and eyes wandering a little too close to the drawstrings of seokmin's grey sweatpants.

"n-no, he didn't," seokmin laughs. "leave it up to wonwoo to watch arthouse porn with an hour long introduction." and then he pouts so you laugh, because you always laugh when he pouts, except for some reason you're feeling embarrassingly horny and the hug of seokmin's shirt to his broad chest isn't really helping your situation. when did he get so buff again?

on the couch, you're pressed together, shoulders flush and legs tangled together. it was so comfortable until it wasn't, and now your body feels all too hot, and you wonder if he can feel it radiating off of you.

"well, seokmin, it won an academy award, okay?" you tease, rolling your eyes playfully. you bump your foot against his sock-clad one.

he returns your smile, his goofy and charming. "i dunno, i think he picked the wrong crowd to recommend movies to." and seokmin's right, the both of you watch zootopia every month and enjoy cinema in the form of cat videos and vine compilations.

you notice his cheeks are flushed, but you can't tell if it's the over-saturated light of the movie (which neither of you are paying attention to, even though the sex scene is long over) or if he's feeling as warm and sticky as you. perhaps it's the awkwardness that's permeated the space between the two of you, tender like a bruise.

"i-i'm going to refill the popcorn," you say.

maybe a cold drink of water will make you feel more normal.

"oh, i'll pause it for you." ever sweet seokmin, who thinks you're still watching the movie, begins reaching for the remote.

you attempt to disentangle yourself from his limbs, but the combination of both of you trying to move results in a disastrous tumble back onto the couch, where your hand ends up brushing up against seokmin's crotch.

not only his crotch, but directly over the hardness under the cotton, and you can positively feel all the blood rushing away from your brain, where you need it most.

and then, as if to seal your fate, seokmin wrenches his eyes shut and utters the most guttural fuck you have ever heard. you think your pussy actually starts aching with how turned on you are.

"s-sorry! oh my god," seokmin stammers, chest heaving with another shaky breath. but his hips cant up to meet your hand so desperately, like he's been wanting this to happen the whole time.

seokmin, your best friend in the whole wide world, seokmin who had taught you to ride a bike, who asked you to prom when your crush didn't, who texts you good night and knows all your darkest secrets (well, almost all of them).

seokmin, who you've had a crush on for god knows how long, is hot and hard under your hands and wrapped around your finger.

"i—i can help," you finally say. you lift your hand from his lap, the realization of what's happening finally sinking in. "only...only if you want."

and, unlike anything you've ever pictured in your wildest dreams, seokmin wraps his hand (much larger than yours) around your wrist and drags your palm down on his hardness once again.

"yes, yes p-please—" and when you press down just the slightest, his eyes flutter shut. his thighs are spread wide open and his mouth hangs open in a silent moan.

you've never wanted to ravish anyone this bad in your life before.

god, he must be big, you think, and just to test your hypothesis, your pretty fingers search for the shape of his length through the layers of fabric.

"fuck," seokmin whines. "just take it all off." and you, horny and scatter-brained, fumble with the waistband long enough for him to come to. "is this ok? are you ok with this? you're my best friend and—" he sucks in a deep breath as you yank his sweats down to his knees. "—and i don't wanna, wanna ruin our friendship."

"you idiot." the pet name, usually familiar, makes seokmin keen, hips searching for your hand again. "i've always liked you." then a tug of his boxers to reveal his cock, hard and heavy.

you almost moan aloud when your hand wraps around it, fuck, he is big, and you so badly want to to lick off the pearl of precum at the tip. he whimpers at the mere contact, overwhelmed by your sudden confession and the way your thumb is now stroking the underside of his cock.

"a-always?" seokmin groans loudly when your hand dips down to the base of his dick and you trace a prominent vein with a careful fingertip. "f-fuck, how—how're you so good at this?"

"seokmin, it's always been you." you swipe a thumb over his swollen head, then bring the digit to your lips. seokmin's eyes widen as your lips close around your finger—god, you have no idea how many times he's dreamed of this day—and then wrench shut once again when you pump his thick length once more. "not mingyu from bio—" you twist your wrist for some added friction, and seokmin moans so loud, so prettily. "not seungkwan the barista—" a thumb over the head to spread the rest of the precum over his heated skin. "just you."

seokmin takes yet another shaky breath and places a gentle hand over your wrist, shuddering when you tighten your grip on his cock slightly. "n-not even vernon?"

you shake your head and you don't even need to move your hand at all for seokmin to whine airily again, needy hips stuttering into your fist.

"fuck, f-fuck," he groans. "should've said something earlier. years ago."

you start stroking him again, petting that spot on the ridge of his cockhead that makes him throw his head back and moan.

"a-always," he breathes. "always thought you liked someone else." you trail your fingertips up his length just to see him shudder in pleasure again.

it fills you with a certain possessiveness, the knowledge that you know his heart, all his ins and outs, and now he's letting you map his body out, every inch, with your hands. you push up the hem of his sweatshirt to skim your fingers over his hard abs, watching his now neglected cock twitch at the mere contact.

"no time better than the present," you reply coyly. "now lemme make you feel good."

you kiss his belly button, and he cracks a teary-eyed, tender smile.

"can i touch you?" he asks, but it comes out like a beg. you're about to shush him and give him the best orgasm of his life when he puts his own hand, warm and desperate, on your inner thigh. "please?"

it's daring and reminds you of how much he wants you. you recall the time he zipped up your prom dress, fingers unsteady, or the times you've showered at his place and forgotten a towel, resulting in seokmin running in, white towel wrapped around one hand and the other poorly shielding his curious, wandering eyes. the reverent breath he always takes when you ask him to hold down your shirt so you can take off your hoodie.

"f-fuck," you stammer. "yeah, yeah, go ahead."

your hand, stroking his dick, falters when his fingers prod at your cunt through your shorts, and an unexplainable feeling floods through your body as you realize you've soaked all the way through your panties, leaving a wet spot on your shorts.

"this," seokmin pants, "this wet for me?" he roughly presses against your pussy lips, searching for your clit. "fuck, fuck—" he positively whines when your hips kick up, and you realize your panties are definitely swimming in your arousal.

you can tell seokmin's close by the way he's now fucking into your fist and blindly rubbing the wet spot over your shorts, not lucid enough to think to pull them down. but it doesn't even matter, you're spreading your legs like some whore and slowly grinding against his thick fingers. you know his eyes are burning holes into you, memorizing how your lips part in a moan, how light, gaspy you become when he hits your clit just right.

even over the fabric, it feels so good, so much better than your own hand when you were thinking about seokmin.

"r-remind me to eat you out," seokmin moans. "god, i wanna make you cum so many times. a-already look so good fucked out like this."

your eyes almost roll to the back of your head when he says that. when the fuck did he get such a filthy mouth, but you realize you're not much better given the way he's falling apart so easily in your hand.

"next week?"

"h-how's tomorrow? when soonyoung's gonna be at his girlfriend's place," you ask, and you look over at him to see his head thrown back, wet lips in an "o".

"yeah, fuck. please."

he's so close to his high; you've already discovered he loves when you jack him off at the base and when you twist your wrist just like that. you wonder how he'd feel in your guts, in your mouth. what he'll look like under you.

but you settle for the euphoria you're feeling now. with the eager presses of his palm to your cunt, you're not far off either.

"nngh, seokmin, i—i'm close." you gasp, arching your back against the couch cushions. you place your free hand over his to guide it over where your clit would be; another rut of his palm to your cunt, and you're there, hole fluttering around nothing as you feel all the warmth soak through your underwear.

you wouldn't normally cum so fast or so loudly, but seokmin fucking your hand and whining your name certainly wasn't part of the plan, and it just takes a couple of wanton moans on your part to push seokmin over the edge too, fat cock bucking into your hand like he's never been touched before.

"god, oh fuck," he hiccups as you help him ride out his orgasm, cum sputtering onto his pretty abs. another day, you tell yourself, instead cleaning him up with some napkins from the takeout you got earlier. "you're incredible. fuck. i think i love you."

you kiss his nose, capturing his cheeks between your fingers to bring his face, still flushed, to yours. "i think i love you too," you say, and he smiles. it's ecstatic, beautiful, as you kiss his nose again.

"what the fuck are we gonna tell wonwoo about the movie?" seokmin groans, finally noticing the credits rolling in the background. "and when's soonyoung coming back?"

"please shut up and let me kiss you."

and he gladly does, and you kiss and kiss and kiss because you're best friends and you're in love and nothing, nothing else has ever felt so, so right.

the moon was their witness 😳

kissed by the moonlight | sohee

— ✧ • ˳೫˚ part of my valentine event!

೫ pairing: bff! sohee and bff! reader (friends to lovers)

೫ summary: after your exams, you go to the pool with your best friend to relax, unaware that he's been holding back his feelings ever since he met you

೫ genre/word count: fluffy!! suggestive towards the end, but mainly romantic!! 847 words!!

೫ author's note: i am SO SO sorry this is late :(( university is kicking my ass right now and i underestimated my procrastination skills BUT in return, i give you sohee 🫶🏼 this is semi-proofread btw (edit: i added more suggestive things bc i felt it didn’t meet the initial level of suggestiveness)

“Okay. I have the candles. The snacks…” Sohee mumbled to himself, pacing back and forth as the night got darker. He’d planned his date, well no, confession weeks ago after Seunghan encouraged him to stop being so worried and just confess. What’s the worst that could happen, he thought to himself. He’d bought all your favorite snacks and chocolates that he knows you like. The candles were a last-minute addition because the snacks didn’t look romantic enough. 

Just as Sohee adjusted a candle to not cause a fire hazard, he heard your soft giggles. You were saying bye to your friends, opening the door to the secluded pool. He whips his head up, eyes widening as he sees you walk toward him. Every word that he wanted to say got stuck in his throat, only managed to mutter a small hello. 

“What’s up, Sohee?” Oh. Your voice was like an addictive melody that he could listen to for hours and never get bored of. The way the moonlight gave you a soft glow made him believe you were heaven-sent. 

Sohee took a seat at the edge of the pool as he admired you, his best friend. He thought back to when he first met you, remembering how kind you looked and how he was nervous to approach you. It all began with you saying hi, which turned into asking about each other’s day, and into knowing each other like the back of your hand. 

“Uh..well. Uhm. I…” He trails off, struggling to find the words, losing all his confidence when he rehearsed this in his bathroom mirror. “I brought you some snacks.” His eyes flick toward the snack plate filled with mint chocolate Oreos, slices of honeydew, peaches, and rye chips. You look at him, curious as to why he had a plate with all your favorite snacks. “Sohee…why do you have all my favorite snacks memorized?” He blushes, his hand scratching the back of his neck. Turning away from you, fearing that if he stared at you a minute longer, he’ll make a mistake. 

“Uh…becauseIlikeyou.” He says quickly, ears turning red from embarrassment. Oh, if his friends saw him now, they’d be teasing him to no end. His mind ran with thoughts, wondering if you found him weird that he knows what you like. “Ah. Thank you.” You smile softly as you pick up an oreo, taking a bite. Mid chew, you finally process what he told you. “Wait. Sohee. Did you say that you like me?” You finish chewing, turning to look at him. 

“Yeah,” he paused, looking off into the distance, admiring how beautiful the city looked at night. He was avoiding the topic of how he likes you or, rather, admitting when he started to like you. However, that didn’t matter to you. You found it cute, and little did he know, he gave you butterflies everytime he smiled at you. 

For a few minutes, the night air spoke words that neither of you could find. There was a comfortable silence as you took a peach, popping it into your mouth. He quietly took a honeydew, sighing happily at the refreshing taste. 

“The moon…it’s really…” Sohee trailed off, unable to find words to accurately describe the moon and how it gave you an almost angelic glow. His voice cut through the quiet air, the only sound that could be heard was the crickets and the soft lapping of the water. The pool date was the last thing on his mind. He couldn’t stop staring at your lips and how the gloss emphasized how plush and soft they were. He watches your lips part as you reply, “Breathtaking. I know.” God, I want to kiss her so badly. He thought to himself. Licking his own lips, his eyes catch yours, but there was something different. As you looked into Sohee’s eyes, you saw a hint of…desire, or maybe it was the moonlight playing tricks on your thoughts. 

“Sohee…” you manage to whisper out, the snack tray forgotten as he leans in closer. His hand finds the edge of your lips, bringing his thumb to wipe off the Oreo crumbs. Smirking, he teases, “You had a bit of crumbs on your lips.” Where…where did the shy Sohee go? You wonder to yourself. Your mind goes hazy at the feeling of his fingers against your lips, your heartbeat racing at how close he was to you. Milimeters. That’s how close he was. He closes the distance between the two of you, all the words unspoken in a single kiss. It was gentle, yet filled with desire as though you were the oxygen he relied on. The way his lips perfectly moved against yours drove you crazy., his tongue slipping into your mouth, causing you to gasp and pull away. Barely a second of catching your breath, he chased after your lips, capturing them once more. He sighed into your lips, getting addicted to the taste of your strawberry lip gloss. You’re so caught up in the moment, getting drunk on the way Sohee kissed you, that you didn’t realize his hand had left your waist.

The warmth of his hand rested on your thigh, a perfectly innocent gesture. But the way he was lightly bringing his hands to your the edge of your bikini, drove you insane. Whatever the outcome of his wandering hands, you needed him. Sohee looks up at you with dazed eyes, a small grin as he asks softly, “May I?” You nod, a quiet yes escaping your mouth. The night air was the witness to your breathless sighs as he pulled aside your bikini, smiling as he teased you for being so wet even though you didn’t go in the pool.

Safe to say, you spent longer than you intended by the poolside under the moonlight.

𝓑𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 ୨୧ 𝐊𝐒𝐍

(𝓹airing) — ksn x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓯riends to lovers ; fluff & hint at lovers at end (𝔀ordcount) five-hundred seventy 𝓹eng's note. HAPPY SUNOO DAY! this is rushed + new layout… thoughts ?? 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. you show up to sunoo's just before midnight with a birthday cake you spent all day making

JUNE 23RD 2024 — 11:49 PM

peacefully scrolling on his phone, he lays in bed just eleven minutes before the clock strikes midnight.

his birthday.

sunoo, like many other people enjoyed staying up late until his birthday. he always knew that one person would be by his side to watch the numbers turn twelve o’clock. to tell him happy birthday before everyone else in the quietness of his room.

unfortunately, his favorite person had been ignoring him all day.

as the minutes to midnight dissipate, he can’t help but watch with a frown until a soft knock on his window breaks the silence.

“sunoo!” your cheery voice calls out to him.

the boy sighs in relief when he sees you and quickly opens his window. he sees you fumbling with a box and takes it from you so you don’t drop its contents. then taking your hand and making sure you are balanced carefully as you enter his room.

“i thought you were ignoring me,” sunoo pouts.

“what! no! i was busy making you this,” you shake your head, going over to the box you had brought and opening it. “it doesn’t look like what i wanted to…but it’s finished.”

his eyes soften at your pouting lips as you bashfully hand him the cake you spent hours on. not ignoring him, but making him a cake despite not being the best baker. still arriving in time to do your yearly ritual of being the first person he sees on his day.

11:55 PM

is what his clock reads when you both settle onto the floor at the foot of his bed.

you grab the lighter and candles from your pocket and neatly arrange eight sparkly candles in a row.

“look there’s one candle for each of us,” you chuckle, referring to the rest of your friend group.

11:58 PM

sunoo watches how effortlessly beautiful you look as you light each candle on the cake. the dimness of the room mixed with the small fires burning illuminated your bare face.

he thinks you’ve never looked better.

your slightly messy hair tucked behind your ears, tired eyes from working on this cake just for him all day, and the same pajamas you wear whenever you sleep over at his house.

you both watch the clock on his nightstand. counting down the seconds.

12:00 AM

you sing a quiet rendition of happy birthday as sunoo claps along, both cautious to not wake up the rest of the house.

“make a wish!” you grin, holding the cake to sunoo’s face.

he grins as he makes sure that each candle is blown out. the faint smell of smoke fills both or your nostrils.

“so what did you get me this year,” sunoo jokes, knowing the cake was your present.

“um just the cake really-” you scratch your neck, but you do have an idea. “wait close your eyes i have one surprise left.”

sunoo does as he’s told. closing his eyes as he shifts to sit on his knees next to you.

he suddenly feels you getting close to him, your hands resting on his shoulders. sunoo suddenly feels pressure on his lips. your lips on his. in one swift motion you pull back from the small peck.

“happy birthday,” you whisper when he opens his eyes.

both staring at each other with flustered cheeks in the dimness of the night.

hee took a leap of faith 😆

no, i love love you. l.hs

이희승 x fem!reader ⭒ cw: not proofread. wc: 413. LIB!𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ۪ genre: fluff, f2l. songs to listen while reading: seasons by wave to earth. ˖ ֗⠀a/n: none.

You are sitting by a small campfire in the middle of a forest for a while, with your... well, best friend, Lee Heeseung. The air is humid and the moon is bright, the sky clear and peaceful under an abundance of stars. The campfire casts a warm, comfortable glow around both of you, illuminating your faces and causing your skin to glisten gently in the dim light. The air around you feels alive, almost electric with your two's laughter. As your laughter slowly dies down, you both look up at the sky, taking in the view. The clouds have started to clear, revealing even more of the starry sky, creating a breathtaking spectacle in front of you. You feel the breeze blowing gently through your hair, ruffling it and cooling your skin as Heeseung keeps his eyes on you, observing how your face looks so serenced by the light of the campfire, how the string of your bangs keep covering your eyes, how your make the most adorable sound when you get annoyed by them, he wonders how he fell for you like this... He's afraid of losing you and even more afraid of confessing his love to you and ruining your friendship... Was this always meant to be platonic?

Your attention now shifts back to him next to you, his gaze still fixed on you. You notice a sense of... warmth in his gaze, like there is more than friendship in his eyes. He can see the way his gaze makes you feel, though, so he quickly looks away, a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks. The silence between the two of you grows heavier, almost palpable. You can't help but wonder if he's thinking the same thing as you: was this always meant to be platonic...?

The silence continues to hang in the air, growing heavier with each passing minute. You two continue to stare up at the sky, too overwhelmed to talk but too afraid to break the silence. After a while, Heeseung finally manages to scrape up the courage to speak up, his voice hushed and unsure, "Y/N. I... think that I love you," just so... he was giving it a shot. "I... I love you too, Hee- ," your nervous shaky voice makes it's way to response whatsoever, you aren't sure if he's... "No, Y/N. I love love you." He cuts you off, now, his voice firm. Was this happening? Yes. It was.

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the rising tension ~~ 🤭😆

BEST GUY FRIEND TEXTS W/ JAKE PT. 2

pt. 1

genre: best guy friend!jake x yn (femreader), university students, crack

warnings: cursing, ignore read receipts, typos, jake gets high suggestive(?) in some slides, just jakeyn being Best Bros™️

MESSAGE FROM NIC: i was sitting on this one for so long so sorry if its not as good and seems random /: reblogs and feedback are always appreciated, ily all smmm 🫶🏼 (slide 3 is based off of a tweet i saw btw, not an original thought in my head i fear)

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