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college boyfriend!wonwoo
—genre: fluff
—au: college
—pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader
—song to listen to while reading: falling for u — seventeen
—word count: 2.9k words
—warning(s): mentions of sex, a bit of cursing. also i feel like this is a bit of a mess but so am i when thinking of wonu so
never, in your two years of university, had you actually met your best friend’s roommate
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who you are, who i am. | lee minho
pairing: lee minho x reader
genre: arranged marriage au, stuck in another dimension au, strangers to lovers, fluff with angst, humor, occasional 4th wall break by yours truly
description: when you find yourself waking up to a good-looking man who claims to be your husband, there isn’t much for you to do aside from assuming you got stuck in a drama, you know?
word count: 48.6k +
author’s note: and we are finished with these two! this is quite long but i didn’t feel like separating them into two parts for the sake of fulfillment. to whoever is willing to go through with everything, thank you and i hope you like this 💞
warning: there is this one part where minho and mc fight and they both flinched, my writing getting worse in the bottom half of the story, probably lots of typos i can’t catch…
You have had a fair share of envious moments before.
Whenever you see adorable and loving couples wandering across the streets, sharing a cold boba drink while letting their shared scarf do the deed of warming them up in the cold winter night. You want to gouge your eyes out to save yourself from the public display of chaste affection but at the same time, you cannot stop staring because if you stare long enough, you might just be able to replace the couple with you and the imaginary perfect boy in your head.
You have had a fair share of needy times before. Not just to fulfill the long list of guilty pleasures you could not possibly handle on your own, but also just to fall in love with. You want somebody to feel up against, to hold close to, to remember, and laugh to yourself about when you are going about your daily life.
And for sure, you have prayed for a significant other at one time or another; discreetly whispering towards the birthday candles and the new year’s fireworks. For years, the odds were not in your favor, until at this exact moment when you opened your eyes after long hours of sleep you could not remember yourself ever heading to.
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Love Bites
Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader, ft. Mark Lee | Vampire AU, Roommates AU | Smut, Fluff, Humor, Romance
Summary: Supernatural creatures don’t scare you, so when the cute neighbor who lives just across the hallway offers you a chance to move in for cheaper rent, you agree in a heartbeat–even when he consumes human blood on a daily basis.
Warnings: Smut, vampire sex, sex in front of a mirror, blood sucking, unprotected sex, slight choking. For the sake of the plot, Y/N is slightly intoxicated in this fic (drunk sex). Please don’t read this fic if this makes you feel uncomfortable. I also don’t approve nor allow taking advantage of your romantic partner while they are under the influence of alcohol.
Supernatural things don’t really scare you. Growing up in a family that tells urban legends and mystical myths as bedtime stories makes you feel somewhat reserved toward spooky stuff, to the point that you won’t even bat an eyelash during a jump scare at literally any scary movie out there. It’s not like you’ve seen any supernatural creatures with your own eyes but you believe in their existence, especially when you live in a town where freaky things happen on daily basis.
You’re not sure about werewolves and zombies, but vampires do roam the earth the second the moon replaces the sun. It’s not merely a rumor anymore, it’s a fact. But they keep their presence in secret, trying to act as humanly as possible so they won’t gather unnecessary attention. And since no one has found any dead bodies with bite marks or severe blood loss, people don’t really identify them as a threat. You perceive things in a similar way. As long as they don’t bother you, then you can co-exist in peace. That’s what you believe.
So when you visit your neighbor in the middle of the night, the cute guy—probably still in his early twenties—who lives just across the hallway, you figure you’ll see him smiling back, maybe even offer you a cup of coffee out of courtesy. Now, you don’t usually barge into someone else’s apartment even when the front door is unlocked, but seeing how the two of you are already on a first-name basis, always greet each other with a nod whenever your eyes make eye contact, you think to yourself, “Yeah, he wouldn’t mind if I come in, would he? What’s the worst thing that could happen? He’s too cute to be a serial killer anyway.” Which, you realize soon enough, was a poor, terrible logic on your part.
But you turn over his doorknob with a click and invite yourself in.
So clearly, you do not expect to see him sitting bare-chested on the couch with his girlfriend’s legs hooked around his waist. Clearly, you do not expect to see his hand yanking at the roots of her hair, forcing her to expose the column of her neck and making her call his name in the most wanton moan you’ve ever heard in your life—even if you’ve had a fair share of watching porn movies (for research purposes). And you most clearly do not expect to see him sinking his canines deep into her skin, not caring when trails of blood start to taint her bare shoulder and groaning in bliss as he relishes the taste of her blood.
So naturally, the only thing you can think of is:
Oh shit.
“Wait!” A hand finds its way to tangle around your wrist when you slip behind his front door to run back to your own. His icy cold skin makes you flinch in surprise but you keep your face still. As you turn around to see the owner, you’re greeted by the sight of him with his eyes turning as dark as the night. His brunette hair is made of curls and waves, seems unbelievably soft and silky with bangs almost covering his eyes. His lips and cheeks are smeared with fresh blood, possibly from trying to wipe his mouth in hurry with the back of his hand. His fangs are no longer shown and although he seems breathless, you can tell he’s not breathing from how still his chest is moving (but you’re too distracted with the sight of how toned it is). His black jeans are hanging dangerously low on his hips, unbuttoned but not yet unzipped, and it’s harder for you to not stare at his v-lines compared to the amount of blood that painted his lips.
Trying to act nonchalant, you simply ask, “Yes?”
“This isn’t what it looks like.”
“Oh, so you’re not a vampire drinking blood from your girlfriend’s neck?”
He gapes, eyes growing wide, before, “Okay, then it is what it looks like.”
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Watch Me
summary: you pick up the voyeuristic habit of watching your neighbor that never closes his curtains and whose face you never see. on an unrelated note, you start dating the cute barista from down the street that also happens to live in the building across from yours. what could happen?
length: 14,633 words
tags: non-idol au, voyeurism, masturbation, snowballing, squirting, blowjobs
The first time was an accident. Absolutely and completely an accident.
How were you supposed to just not look out your apartment window at the gorgeous sunset unfurling over the city? And it’s hardly your fault that your eyes were drawn to the glow of a window almost directly across from yours in the narrow gap between your building and the next building of your complex. The window was probably one level below yours, so as your eyes were drawn down toward the warm yellow glow, you could see clearly down into the room.
Most other windows on that building facing you were dark, curtains drawn or nobody home, but this window was illuminated, eye-catching.
And the windows in your building as well as in that one across from you were all floor-to-ceiling windows, giving you a wide view. You only gave that window a cursory look, able to make out a tiny stretch of floor and then approximately the bottom half of a bed. And a man lying naked on that bed, his head out of sight of the window, but the rest of him definitely within sight. Particularly, what drew your eye the most was the placement of his hand, stroking away on his erection.
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