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Hi, may I please request sth very loving with Hobi? Preferably soft husband au, madly in love with his wife. Thank you so much and stay safe and healthy 💞

Having you in his arms was all that he wanted after a very long day at practice, in the dance studio. Hobi loved cuddling you the most, feeling your body pressed on his bare chest, while you are laid into his arms, feels like goals for him. Stroking your hair gently, only to receive soft purrs from you, he loved staring at your facial features, analysing every little detail of you, from your long eyelashes, to the curve of your nose, which you used to hate, thinking it's way too big or way too small, but he loved it, giving you a kiss on the tip, often. Down the pretty nose were your beautiful lips.

He never judged them, he never saw them way too thin or plumb, he found these rosy lips perfect. He loved feeling them against his or on his skin, they were so soft.

He loved the way you were staring at him, with nothing but pure love. He loved how many feelings these beautiful eyes of yours can hold back, making them sparkle with joy. And oh boy. How he loved seeing your eyes turn into little lanters full of happiness. He swore he would do everything just to keep you staring at him, like this, forever.

This is what he was doing now. He was staring at your imperfect, but still so perfect to him features. You were sleeping pacefully at his chest, dressed into one of his long t-shirts. You initially wanted to wear the one he was wearing, since you loved it when his scent was all over the clothes, wrapping you into a tight warm and smelling so good hold, but he had to throw it into the washing machine, because it was drenched in his sweat.

His hand slowly slid down your cheek, caressing the soft flesh, down your jaw and finally rested on your neck, curving his palm a little, to fix it on the curve of it. He could feel your pulse like this.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

He smiled softly, planting a delicate kiss on your head. You were real, you were here, you were alive, you were in his arms and most important?

You were his.

Author's Note: dear anon, I would love to know who you are, since you asked me for this drabble so kindly!!!🥺🥰

Hi, may I please get sth really loving with Hobi? 💞

College boyfriend Hoseok~

The dummy one ;

He is there to light up your day whenever you feel sad, or something bad happened;

Makes jokes about everything, only to see you smile, even just a little;

Loud in class;

His laugh is contagious;

You can never stay mad on him, he is just too sweet;

You can't stan his puppy sad face, so you give in;

He is clingy with you, wanting to cuddle you all day, if possible;

Making sure he has skin ship with you whenever you are talking to his friends or the the boys from your group;

He has his arm wrapped around your waist or shoulders, always;

He tugs you closer, wanting to feel your scent;

He is not shy to give you neck kisses in front of everyone, if you get him jealous or mad he can leave hickeys too;

It's hard to actually get him mad, but once you get him there, you will see a completely different version of him;

He is jealous, so jealous;

He wants your pretty eyes to stare and admire him and only him during dance classes;

He would always tease you and be sarcastic, every time he gets jealous;

But you know things got serious when he starts talking in a hot way, using his low voice, making you feel small;

He would end up making out with you in the dance studio;

You two end up being caught so you get detention;

Detention meaning more making out;

He loves it when you watch him practicing, he would always take you to dance, showing you simple dancing moves, because you have two left legs;

He is proud of you, even though you have a lot to learn about dancing, he would always make sure to compliment you;

Forhead kisses, even if you are almost as tall as him;

You catch him looking at girls and you get mad but he imeddiately shakes his head saying something sweet about how perfect you are;

"Compared to you, every girl's beauty fades away" ;

Praising your ass the whole day;

At home he loves having you in his over sized t-shirt;

He's definitely a big spoon;

But he loves having you on top of him, so he can stare down at you, playing in your hair while you are napping at his chest;

His kisses are usually soft and gentle;

Until he starts sucking and biting on your lips, things starting to heat up;

He always knows how to leave you breathless;

You are his princess;

Author's note: hope you liked it!♡ @soft-hobi-hours

Hello! Since your requests are open, could you write a single dad joonie, making love to reader who basically became the mother of his son, and now he wants to have a biological baby with her cause she’s the woman of his life? Maybe it’s a bit specific😅 feel free to modify according to what you’re comfortable writing! thank u if you do it :)))

"You will be a beautiful mom" 💫

Kim Namjoon × reader;

singledad!au;

WARNINGS: nsfw!, unprotected sex( stay safe!!!), namjoon being a hot god;

Genre: singledad!au, smut, fluff, romance, pysichologist reader, patient namjoon, sub!reader, dom!namjoon, lovers!au, parents!au;

Description: After his fianceé left him with their new born baby, Namjoon thought his life is over. Until he met you. Who knew his psychologist will be the person he will want his second child to be with?

"Are you sure?" you asked, heavy breaths leaving your lips. Staring at the beautiful, controlled of pleasure face of your boyfriend, you soflty got away the sweaty dark locks of his wet forhead. "Y-Yes, jagiya..." he moaned, eyes closed, his head throwed back, his hips driving circles inside of you. A meowl left your lips when Namjoon pushed his thick cock deep, bruising your spot, holding on his strong arms.

"B-But what will Hye-jin say?" you asked, trying your best to keep your eyes on him. He was delicious. The way his brows were forming a frown every time he was going deeper, the way he bit his fully bottom lip, his groans, his praises of how tight you were, of how good you were taking his cock, driving you insane.

You were so in love with this man, to the point you would do everything for him. For him and for his little four years old Hye-jin. His daughter, but not yours. At least, not in the blood line. But in real life? You saw her as your own daughter, blood from your blood, a piece of your own body and soul. She was such a good child, such a sweet and lovely babygirl. And the best part? She loved you. She loved you since day one, when Namjoon entered your office, holding her tiny hand.

She was dressed into a babyblue dress and her long dark hair was pulled into two cute ponytails. She was holding her teddy bear, with a force that scared you. "Is it okay if I took her too?" Namjoon asked then, an awkward and guilty smile playing on his face. "I took her from kindergarden and I don't have a person to leave her with."

You smiled so bright then and his heart almost jumped out of his chest. "It's alright, Namjoon. I love kids so much." You were his psychologist. Since his fianceé left him, after she gave birth to Hye-jin, saying she wants a life away of him and the new born baby. He found out that she was actually cheating on him, with his friend.

He kept on coming at you for three years, but you never got to see Hye-jin, though. But seeing her warmed your heart, making you feel so bad for her and Namjoon, wishing you could hold them both at your chest, trying to get away their pain. But even though you and Namjoon were more like friends now, you weren't formal around each other anymore, you couldn't do that.

Even if... you had feelings for him over two years, when he once gave you a scarf for Christmas, because he noticed you don't wear one and you were always complining of feeling cold.

Back to that day when you met Hye-jin, you were sitting on the armchair, Namjoon was laid back on the couch, you were ready to talk to him when "M-Miss...?" You looked down and were surprised to see the little Hye-jin, pulling on your shirt's sleeve, with her little hand.

"Yes, Hye-jin?" You asked, your warm voice making Namjoon shooked. You were so nice with his babygirl... "Need to pee-pee..." she said and Namjoon got up fast, holding her hand. You showed them the door, smiling. They were heading there, but then, Hye-jin turned around and ran to you with her small legs. "Can chu take care of Mr. Marshmallow?" She put the teddy bear on your lap, which you holded tight at your chest.

Nodding your head, you promised her to take care of him, receiving a cheeky smile from the little girl. She ran to the bathroom. "Appa , catch mwe!!" she yelled, but Namjoon was peetrified, staring at you. "Namjoon? Are you alright?"

"She never gives her teddy bear to anyone else..." he whispered.

So this is how things went back then. Now you were under him, making love with him, his strong arms wrapped around you, his face burried on the croock of your neck, leaving his love marks on your soft skin. How you two ended up here? He fell in love with you one night when, after one year of denying his feelings for you, thinking he will fuck up Hye-jin's life, he came at your door.

He was totally drunk, his eyes were red of tears and he was freezing from the cold wind. He told you back then, about how he couldn't forget about his ex, how he thought he had feelings for you, but he didn't want to risk on making his babygirl sad, since she was everything for him.

And even though you were madly in love with him, you understood him. You didn't kiss him like you wished that night. Instead of that, you said nothing and hugged him at your chest. Keeping him warm for the night, close to your heart, where he fell asleep. The next day, when you thought everything will be awkward, he asked you out.

"I-I am sure, Y/N..." he whispered, sucking your sweet spot, right behind your left ear and pushing his hips into you more, making you arch your back and moan loud. "I want you, babygirl." He said and rolled his hips, pushing his cock deeper.

" I want all of you. " And again.

"You are all mine." And again.

"I'll make you mine." And again, until you clenched around him with no mercy, orgasm aproching you. "Say that you are mine, say that you want my babies, say that you want to have my beautiful baby in your womb!!!" He was groaning and panting, his orgasm so close. But he needed to know if you want him like he wants you, if you want a baby with him.

"F-fuck! Yes, Namjoon! Please! Give it to me...give me your babies...all of them, make me yours!" You screamed when he pushed his member into you, with a hard and deep move, balls burried, letting go of his warm seed inside of you. You both let go of a long moan, holding into each other, enjoying the wave of pleasure that was washing over you both.

Namjoon didn't pull out and instead of that, he pushed his face between your breasts, trying to catch his breath and planting soft kisses on your sweaty skin. You smiled softly and hugged his head, playing in his soft hair, happy that this wonderful man is all yours and you are his.

"You will be such a beautiful mom."

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Author's note: dear anon, it was supposed to be a drabble, I know 😅, but I really couldn't resist not writing a full fanfiction, I liked your idea way too much!! Hope you enjoyed it!!

With love, mochi!♡

Can you write about Jin teaching reader how to bake? I think it'd be really cute ❤

"Baby girl, nooo..." Seokjin whined, seeing the mess you did on the counter.

He left you for ten minutes alone, when he went to the nearest shop, because you were running out of sugar and toilet paper. When he came back home, he dropped all of the items on the white floor of his kitchen, his mouth wide opened.

You were full of flour, so did the counter and the floor. You stared at your husband, Seokjin and put on for him the most innocent smile you could make. "J-Jinnie..." you said, using your sweetest voice.

"What have you done here?!" He asked, blinking many times, not wanting to belive such a mess is, his usually- so cleaned- beautiful kitchen. He aproched you, action which made you back off one step.

"I-I can explain!" you said, walking some more steps back, while he was getting closer and closer, looking like he is gonna use you as the chopping board. Seokjin reached for you, pulling you to him by your full of dough arm, keeping you close in his warm embrace.

You dropped your spoon, shooked by his suddent behavior. Wrapping your arms around his strong and thick neck, you laughed when he lift you up from the ground, spinning with you, making you scream.

"Seokjin! Put me down!" You said, trying to escape. Seokjin stopped then, pressing his lips on yours, into a sweet and lovely kiss, which blowed your mind every time, his pink and velvety like lips making you feel like in cloud nine.

"Let me teach you, my babygirl. You know I can cook like a master!" He mumbled, between soft pecks on your plushed lips, his big hands on your hips, driving circles with his thumbs on the exposed skin, the rised up t-shirt left.

You frowned. "I can do it myself! I am a big girl!" you frowned more and gave your husband a huge, mad pout. "Do you really want your mom to taste fried cupcakes, with salt?" He titled his head, staring at you, amusement on his face.

"Salt...?" You asked, confused. "No, I used sugar-

Seokjin's beautiful laugh filled up the room, making you want to smack his head. "Yah! Why are you laughing?!" You asked, slightly pushing on his strong shoulder, making him laugh harder.

"You added salt, baby. I went to buy sugar, remember?"

Suddently, you were not sure of your cooking anymore. "Damn it!" You mumbled, propting your hands on your hips, making Seokjin hug you closer. "Let me help you!!!" He whined and started to act like a kid.

"Fine! Fine!" you finally agreed.

The next thing you knew was your ass into the flour, which was messing up his precious counter. Seokjin let your thighs go, before you could realise what he just did. He put you on the counter, right into the flour.

"This is because you messed up my precious kitchen!"

He said, faking a sob.

Author's note: Dear anon who requested this months ago, I AM REALLY SORRY!😭💖 If you are still here, on my small blog, please reply to this post or just sent me an ask!!! I wanna know you!

Hiiii cutiepie, may I please ask for Hobi (as if we are surprised at this point lmao) deciding to adopt a dog from animal shelter with wife reader? 💜🙏 (LOVE YOU YOU CUTE SWEET KIND ADORABLE YOU 💞💞💞💞💞 I'LL PAY YOU WITH LOVE)

"Seriously, Y/N! It is raining today!" Hoseok whined, taking his expensive car out of the parking lot, the wheels of it squeaking on the wet asphalt. You woke him up early in the morning, with a lot of small pecks on his entire face and a cup of coffee in your hands, for him. He should have known you're up to something, since you usually like cuddling with him until 11 A.M., your back pressed against his bare chest. Still, he didn't think he had a little slytherin in his bed.

Between pecks and kisses, giggles and tickles, you announced him. "Today is the day you promised me something." He was confused, trying to think while responding to every peck you gave him on lips. The outside rain was calming him, telling him to go back to sleep. "We are gonna adopt a puppy today." You said, a big smile spreading on your face. Of course, he couldn't refuse you, not when you were rarely smiling like that.

He sighed once more, eyeing the car wipers working on cleaning the windscreen of water. "Oh come on, sunshine! You'll forget of this once we hug our baby!!!" You said, giggling and playing on some Michael Jackson music, which immediately relaxed both of you. You smiled softly, hearing Hoseok's warm voice singing along your favourite singer.

Arriving at the dogs shelter, you were so excited and ready to jump out of the car, if it wasn's for Hoseok's large hand to wrap around your wrist, stopping you. "Baby, it is raining outside. I don't want my wife to get cold." He whispered, worried. You smiled and blushed, taking his hand into yours and placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. You saw him blushing lightly, before jumping out of the car with a huge umbrella in his hand.

He came to your car side and opened the door for you, holding the umbrella to cover you both. You wrapped your thin arm around his tiny waist, pulling him closer of you. After he closer the car's door and locked it, he pulled you into the white building.

You lookec through a lot of cages, searching for the right puppy to take it home with you and your lovingly husband, you decided with, to not make kids until later on, since you two married only six months ago. So, since a baby wasn't in your plans soon, you decided to adopt a puppy, the two of you being puppy lovers, anyway.

"Did you find anyone that attracts you, love?" He asked, coming beside you, who was staring at a light brown puppy, which looked like a labrador. It stared at you, titling its head and making a tiny whine. It came closer, pushing its muzzle between the barrels, pressing it's cold nose on your thigh. You smiled wide. "I want him." You looked at the lady dressed up into a pale pink uniform. "Oh, I see you like the little one over here. He is a mix of labrador and cocker spaniel."

You warmly smiled, squeezing Hoseok's hand. "He's the one, Hobi. I want him, please." You begged. Hoseok shook his head, smiling. He pressed a light kiss on your forhead, bringing your hand to his lips, after, where he placed another peck. "I'll be right back then." He said, leaving with the lady. You kneeled down, opening the cage for the puppy. It immediately started to lick your face, making you laugh and hug it.

"Shogun. I think your name will be Shogun."

Author's note: because my baby was sad!💜 with love, your mochi!@soft-hobi-hours

did i just binge-read your stray kids writings? absolutely i did! i just wanted to say that i loved every word, especially in chan’s. i’m also chubby so that really had me sobbing at three a.m. because it just hit home. so i really wanted to thank you for that.

while i’m here though, would it be crazy to make a request? if it’s okay with you, i was wondering if you could maybe write something with lee know? like, him just being affectionate and playful with the reader but also being so unbelievably comforting. really i don’t have a specific scene in mind, he’s just my bias and i love your mind, so.

🪲 green.

Sick Day

Pairing: Lee Minho x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff, comfort

Warnings: Slight description of being sick? I don't go into too much detail, though, so don't worry if that's something that squicks you out!

Words: 754

Summary: You catch a cold, and like the wonderful boyfriend he is, Minho does everything he can to make you feel better!

A/n: Okay, first of all, thank you so much!! 😭💝 I've been in a bit of a writing funk lately and your kind words really hit home for me. And thank you for the request! I love when I get requests. I hope you enjoy reading!

Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if Minho had a secret third eye when it came to you. He could sense when you were down, sometimes before you even realized it yourself. And every time, without fail, Minho shows up to be there for you in any way you need. As for today, the reason you weren't in the greatest mood was simply because you had a light cold.

"Love~ do you want some soup? I'm making miso if you want any," he spoke up from the kitchen, the offer sounding more than enticing with how sore your throat is feeling at the moment. "Yes please-" you managed to respond before you began coughing up a lung. Or at least that's what it felt and sounded like.

Before long, Minho was walking into the living room to set the steaming bowl of soup in front of you, a small smile on his face. One of his favorite ways to show love is by cooking for the people he cares about, so he was more than happy to prepare this for you. "Here you are, my sick baby."

You smiled up at him from your spot on the couch, body wrapped up in a warm throw blanket and eyes slightly teary from the sinuses. "Thank you, bub. I'm sorry for getting my sick all over your stuff, you know I could've just stayed at my place. I don't want you getting sick because of me."

He practically scoffed at your words, looking at you as if you said something so ridiculous. "As if I would let my favorite person suffer alone," he said dramatically before plopping down next to you. "Now let me nurse you back to health. Say, ah~" You almost cringed when he held up the spoon to your mouth to feed you, but you knew he meant well, so you opened without a word.

He proceeded to spoon feed you all of the soup, insisting on it because 'you look so comfy in the blanket, I wouldn't want you to move any more than you have to.' You simply shook your head at him with a smile as you ate the food he prepared.

"Let's put on a movie. Are you in the mood to cry or laugh? I guess we could also put on a horror movie if you wanna be scared, but I know you're a wimp, so maybe not." You gave him an offended look, as if he just called you ugly (which he would never). "Uh, rude! I'm not a wimp!"

"You got scared when we watched Poltergeist," he stated with a 'seriously?' look, which just made you roll your eyes and smack his arm playfully. "Shut up..." He laughed and gently wrapped you up in a hug, burying his face in your neck, despite your protests you gave him about him getting too close.

"You're so cute, I can't help it! How about we put on a horror movie and you can hold onto me if you're scared. Does that sound good?" You go to lightly hit him again, but he catches your hand before you can, softly kissing your wrist.

"You're... so annoying, quit that," you mumbled, looking away from his gaze. Even though you and Minho have been dating for a while now, his actions still bring butterflies to your stomach. It was like he had an affect on you, and you don't doubt that he will always make you feel this way, even fifty years into the future.

He smiled and leaned in, placing one of the most feather-light kisses to your nose. You told him he couldn't kiss your mouth, so he respected your decision and opted for the next best thing. He always loved giving you nose kisses. He said it's because you always scrunch it up when he does it, and he thinks it's adorable.

Soon you were both cuddled up, watching the horror movie Minho put on. You weren't fully paying attention as Soonie, Doongie, and Dori were now cuddling up against you and Minho. You felt safe and warm in this cuddle pile with your little family, and you could already feel yourself getting back to good health.

One of his hands slowly began running through your hair, further soothing you into a state of comfort and warmth. "I love you, baby," he whispered softly. You could feel your heart swell, a small smile forming on your lips. "I love you, too, bub." You melted into his touch further, sleep soon taking over your body.

[4:28 pm] you had just pulled into your driveway from the dentist, you were extactic that you had just gotten your braces off. you could now eat so many of the loved foods you couldnt while they were on. you couldnt wait to pig out on the candy and sugar, that you werent allowed to while having braces. walking inside the apartment, jeno met you at the door, “ i have the chips, the soda, the carmel popcorn, and all different types of carmel delights, as well as your favorite movie paused and the blanket fort ready. “ as you saw his eyesmile, you couldnt wait anymore and ran to the living room, immediantly diving into the missed foods. jeno laughed while admiring how cute you were.

imagine wonwoo making you a book advent calendar for the month of december. he's been keeping track of the books you want and that are on your wishlist and he carefully complies a list of books to get you for the advent calendar. he'll buy all the books, going to store after store to find them all and he'll buy a pretty wrapping paper, spending the entire night neatly and carefully wrapping each book with a handwritten love note, tying a ribbon on top of each wrapped book. he'll surprise you with a box filled with the books, numbered for each day and you're so happy, jumping up and down in excitement as you envelop wonwoo in a bone-crushing hug. he chuckles, grinning widely at how happy you are. and every day after dinner, you would excitedly drag wonwoo to the bedroom as you took out the book for that day and unwrapped it, barely able to contain your excitement as wonwoo watches, completely endeared by you <3

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Quarantine makes me feel softer for the boys than I already am:

Tracing Jin's plush lips with my thumb as his head lays on my lap. He was telling me dad jokes again, not caring that I already know this one.

Cuddling with Yoongi as I listen to his soft snores. I traced his clothed chest, feeling his slow heartbeat and mine.

Late night reading on the bed with Joonie before midnight strucks. Comfortable silence encased the both of us and our legs entangled beneath the blanket.

Softly embracing Hobi as we slow dance in the studio with lights on low setting. Humming the song under his breath, I smiled, burying myself on his neck.

Relaxing to the sweet melodies coming out of Jimin's pretty lips. His eyes twinkling as we both giggle about our own inside joke.

Ruffling Taehyung's curly hair as he plays on his piano. I then slowly knead his neck and he moans gratefully, further relaxing under my touch.

Sharing a blanket on the bed with Kookie as we play on our phones. Not really that much of a competitive game but more of enjoying each other's presence.

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LIME SORBET — reader finally comes back to s. korea as she finished her training in los angeles, ready to debut as a solo artist under kq ent! exciting right? well her sunbaes seem to like that idea too. [alpha!ateez x omega!idol!reader]

BENEATH THE SURFACE — mermaid!reader literally gets robbed by ateez and then falls in love w them after like they didn't just steal from her?? [pirate!ateez x mermaid!reader]

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as you sat at your desk, bathed in a gentle glow of light, engrossed in your math notebook, a faint knock graced your window. ordinarily, such a sound at 3am on the 9th floor of your apartment would have sent shivers down your spine, but you knew better.

with a gentle stretch, you rose from your seat, approached the window, and unlocked it, allowing it to open just a crack before returning to your spot. In a swift and silent manner, spiderman!yunho entered, his presence acknowledged by a hum from you, careful not to disturb your sleeping parents. cold hands found their place on the nape of your neck, large fingers effortlessly caressing the area.

"you used the wrong formula for c," he whispered.

tilting your head back, you met his gaze, witnessing the soft crinkle in his eyes as you pouted.

"math sucks," you complained.

he responded with a soft coo, leaning down to plant a tender kiss upon your lips, murmuring promises of future tutoring sessions.

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what are you watching?" you hear someone asking as you feel a hand sneak around your waist, and the bed dips under wooyoung's weight as he joins you under the covers.

"just some asmr," you answer simply, trying your best to fall asleep. wooyoung hums in response and tries to catch a glimpse of the screen of your phone, which you hold between your hands. his brows furrow when he realizes which video you're watching.

"is that seonghwa hyung?" he asks, horrified. you nod softly against him, your hair covering most of your face. you were already half asleep when he entered the room. he snatches the phone from your hand, causing you to jolt at the sudden movement. you turn to him, whining and attempting to grab your phone back.

you pout and reach out for your phone, pleading with wooyoung to give it back. "woo, please, i was watching that. just give it back to me," you whine, trying to sound as pitiful as possible. however, wooyoung holds the phone out of your reach, wearing an appalled expression.

"no way," he retorts, his voice rising in pitch. "i can't believe you're using another man to help you fall asleep when i'm right next to you. that's basically cheating!" wooyoung leans back, propping himself up on the pillows, and swipes off the app. his eyebrows raise as he turns to you. "you love him more than me!"

you sigh in defeat, realizing that there's no point in arguing when he gets dramatic like that. he's in need of affection. "wooyoung, shut up," you roll your eyes, your hands going up to your hair, trying to push it away from your face.

his own hand beats you to it, and he takes responsibility for making you look presentable. with soft movements, he pushes the hair back from your forehead, his big hand framing your face in contrast to his high-pitched screams. "you love him more than me!" his fingers feel warm against your cheeks as he squeezes them.

"no, mmph—he jusht doesn't shcream like you," you try to speak, but your mouth struggles to open.

he gasps dramatically and throws your phone to the end of the bed before pushing you onto the mattress, pinning you down. his left hand remains on your cheeks. "take that back!"

"you're literally screaming in my face right now," you deadpan, your expression unyielding. you try to move your face away from his hold, but he's stronger. annoyed, you let out a scream, while he grins mischievously.

"say you love me, and i'll let you go," he smirks, bringing his face closer to yours. his pretty brown eyes hold so much affection for you. in response, you turn your head sideways, expressing a clear "no," wanting to piss him off as much as he's annoying you right now.

"say ittttt."

"love you."

"good girl," he leans down to peck your pursed lips and finally releases you.

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"stay still," you instruct, bringing the tweezers closer to san's eyebrows. as you lean forward, your glasses slip down your nose, allowing you to get a better view of his face.

the poor boy lies on your couch with his head resting on your lap. his forehead is already turning red from your careful attentions. he's making an effort to remain still, but his body flinches at the sight of the metallic tool approaching his face.

"i'm trying," he whines softly, his voice barely audible. you pause, looking down into his eyes. he gazes back at you with pleading, puppy-like eyes, and you can't help but be moved. his droopy eyelids and downcast gaze tug at your heartstrings. with a sigh, you lean in further and plant a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"you're doing great, baby. i'll make you look pretty," you whisper, wiping his eyebrows and removing any stray hairs that remain.

"but i thought i was already pretty," he grumbles, pouting and looking away. you can't help but laugh at his expression, replying, "oh, you're definitely my pretty boy," before swiftly plucking another hair from his eyelid. in response, he lets out a scream and instinctively brings his hands up to his face, applying pressure to the sensitive area.

you croon softly, reaching for your pepsi cup that rested on the glass table in front of you. placing it on san's right eyebrow, you let the coldness soothe him. "did that hurt, baby?"

san enjoyed being pampered, so you indulged him, wanting to distract him so he could let you finish his eyebrows. you return the cup to its original spot, just after taking a sip, and then use your fingers to gently wipe away the remaining droplets of cold water from his face, your thumb caressing him tenderly. he nods softly in response, his blush evident. he's clearly relishing the attention, and you know it. with a knowing smile, you tilt your head to the side.

"do you want me to kiss the pain away?" once again, he nods, his expression lost in admiration. bringing your lips to his eyelid, you feel the coldness against your mouth as you plants a soft smooch.

"no, i don't want it there," he frowns adorably, making it difficult for you to contain the squeal that wants to escape. you ask him where he wanted the kiss, maintaining eye contact, and he points to his lips. your smile widens, and you lean in to give him a gentle kiss on his lips.

"okay now stop moving for real"

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[warning: suggestive]

you turn to vampire!yeosang as he enters your shared room after an intense workout session, silently making his way to the walk-in closet. swiftly removing his shorts, he tears off his black tank top, leaving him in just his boxers.

curiously, you inquire, "i don't understand why you change your clothes, you don't even sweat," you shamelessly observe him while lying in bed, a rainbow candy in your mouth.

"don't eat in bed. there'll be sugar everywhere," yeosang dismisses your question, sensing your intense gaze upon his back.

"but you eat in bed," you pout. he raises an eyebrow, perplexed because he doesn't eat food at all, actually. you grin as your eyes meet his in the mirror in front of him, pointing to the two holes on your neck. he rolls his eyes and reaches for a pair of gray tech fleece, putting the pants on.

"don't ignore me," you insist.

he continues to ignore you, changing in front of your eyes. the sight of his pale back captures your attention. you stand up and approach him, wrapping your arms around his waist, feeling the coldness of his skin beneath your fingertips. you bring your mouth to his neck and softly kiss the skin before biting down hard, enough to draw blood. it doesn't taste as good as the candy left on the bed, your mind reminds you.

he doesn't even flinch.

"why?" he simply asks, while you lick the blood from the fresh wound.

"i can't be the only one covered in bite marks while you have flawless baby-smooth skin," you comment, attempting to break the skin once again as you bite his shoulder. "it's unfair."

hearing the pout in your voice, he turns around, abandoning the vest he was about to wear, which now lies forgotten on the floor. he slips his hands under your thighs and effortlessly lifts you, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

pressing his face against your neck, he takes a deep inhale. letting out a soft sigh, he carries you towards the bed, still holding you in his arms. he gazes at you from under his bangs, his eyes so dark that you blush and break the eye contact first.

"look at me, baby," his voice deepens, making your face grow even hotter. slowly, you turn to face him, feeling his big hands gently caressing your sides.

"did you notice your biceps got bigger?" you remark aloud, attempting to shift the focus. your manicured nails lightly trace over the muscles of his arms, leaving red trails in their wake. he hums in response, still gazing at your face, wearing that familiar expression he always has when he's deep in thought, contemplating his next words.

"do you not like it when i leave marks on you?" he asks uncertainly, he genuinely thought you enjoyed them. you never bothered concealing the hickeys he'd give you, regardless of the type of shirt you wore, simply applying a bandaid to any biting marks. he would catch you admiring them in the mirror, but perhaps he mistook your insecurity for fascination? you interrupt his thoughts with a quick shake of your head, your hands instinctively reaching for his face, cupping his cheeks.

"no, yeo, i love them, i promise," you blush, stumbling over your words. "it's just…" you trail off, biting your lip, struggling to find the right way to express what you desire. you look at yeosang who's staring at you with wide eyes, silently urging you to continue, and finally, you gather the courage to speak. "i just want to leave marks on you too?" the statement comes out as a hesitant question, your embarrassment causing you to be unclear.

he remains silent, and you bury your face in your hands, feeling the weight of second-hand embarrassment. attempting to pull away from him, his grip tightens around your waist. "look at me, baby," he insists once again, and when you mumble a muffled refusal through your palms, he firmly grasps your wrists with his own hand, his grip large enough to enclose both of your wrists.

you meet his gaze, and he smirks softly.

"well, go ahead, pretty girl. what are you waiting for?" he tilts his head sideways, exposing the curve of his neck to you. you can't help but wonder if he experiences the same arousal you do when you entice him with your neck, anticipating his feeding time.

feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, your fingertips brush against his skin, tracing the contour of his neck. you lean in, hesitating for a brief moment before pressing your lips against his pale flesh, leaving a gentle kiss. you suck softly at the skin, before darting out your tongue to lick it softly. as your teeth graze his skin, you feel a surge of desire, knowing that you have the power to mark him just as he marked you.

he watches you intently, his eyes filled with a combination of anticipation and trust. the connection between you intensifies as you sink your teeth into his neck, carefully drawing blood.

time seems to pause as you savor the moment, sharing this intimate act that deepens your bond. when you finally withdraw, licking the wound to soothe it, you meet his gaze, your eyes reflecting the raw passion that now binds you together.

"you're mine," yeosang whispers, his voice laced with possessiveness and affection. "and i'm yours."

he bends down to your neck, wanting to leave his own mark. as his lips graze your neck, a trail of gentle kisses accompanies his nibbles, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. he explores the delicate skin beneath your pulse, mapping the territory with his mouth as he seeks the perfect spot to mark as his own. each nibble is followed by a soft release, his cool breath mingling with the warmth of your skin, intensifying the electrifying pleasure that courses through you.

his touch ignites a symphony of sensations, from the initial brush of his lips to the firm press of his mouth against your neck. the sensation dances between pleasure and a hint of delicious pain, fueling the fire that burns within you. your body responds instinctively, arching towards him, seeking more of his intoxicating presence.

with each suckle on your skin, he draws you deeper into a realm of heightened desire. time seems to stretch as you surrender to the rapture he bestows upon you. waves of pleasure ripple through your body, radiating from the focal point where yeosang's lips and teeth meet your neck.

the sensation of his mouth on your neck becomes all-encompassing, consuming your senses. you can feel the subtle suction, the way he caresses your skin with his tongue, leaving a trail of coolness in his wake. it's as if he's imprinting himself upon you, etching his mark into your very being.

you both take turns, marking the other with purple and red hues throughout the night. the room is filled with an air of intimacy and passion as your bodies intertwine, leaving trails of vibrant colors on each other's skin.

your body pressed against his, a fiery desire coursing through your veins. with each movement, you feel the unmistakable hardness of his arousal against your clothed core. a soft gasp escapes your lips as he makes a sudden, sharp motion, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down your spine. your bodies move in sync, a seductive dance of longing and anticipation.

lost in the heat of the moment, you can't help but let out a moan, your pleasure intertwining with his. as your grinding intensifies, the room fills with the intoxicating scent of desire. time seems to stand still as you both surrender to your passion, your bodies seeking the ultimate connection.

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hello can i request "feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there" and the one underneath it for poly!ateez? thank you, i love the way you write <3

pairing: poly!ceo!ateez x hybrid!reader (focus on mingi, san and joong) prompt: "feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there" + "trying and failing to hold back their tears as they do so" includes: established relationship, implicit mention of reader having slight separation anxiety, use of "daddy" once but it's not used sexually. word count: 1.4k author's note: thank you so much omg ilysm, that makes me so happy!! hope you have a nice day/night (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) how + what to request? + masterlist

it's been tough. like, seriously tough. your cat ears perk up as your hand reaches for the phone resting on the kitchen counter.

you've been attempting to be a really good kitty, but it's just not working out. your tail sways back and forth behind you. owners!ateez have left you all alone at home for the first time. normally, when they stepped out, at least one of them would stay with you, cradling you in their arms. but this time, luck wasn't on your side. yeosang rained apologies upon your hair, muttering about a super crucial meeting regarding some important business at their company.

you totally get it. your humans are busy men. but you can't shake off the uneasiness that settles in your chest, making it tighten beneath jongho's shirt.

you make up your mind to give them a call. it's alright, you reassure yourself, confident that they won't be bothered. you're simply going to ring them up to find out when they'll be back. you can handle it.

you grab the phone and launch the calling app, pondering over whom to dial. your gaze lingers on the mere eight saved numbers, and you allow your index finger to hover over each one thoughtfully, contemplating their potential responses. who among them would be the least peeved at being disturbed during a meeting?

all of them are nice, but you're aware that a few of them tend to get super absorbed in their work. you nibble on your lower lip, feeling your fangs gently puncture tiny holes into it, recalling seonghwa's gentle admonishment about this habit. his thumb would always come to rescue, freeing your lip from between your teeth, as you taste the metallic tang on your tongue. releasing your lip, you muster the courage and press the number of your choice.

you lift the phone to your ear and patiently await the sound of the ringing tone.

the person on the other end answers promptly, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

"sorry, i have to take this call, i'll be right back you can go on without me, yunho, fill me in on what i missed once the meeting's done," you hear mingi's gravelly voice, and your heart tightens at the realization that he didn't even wait to find a private moment to answer the phone.

"hey baby, everything alright?" you hear a door close, muffling mingi's words slightly, but it doesn't hinder the tears welling up in your eyes.

you part your lips, intending to ask the question you've been mustering the courage to pose for the past hour, but instead, a choked-up sob escapes from your throat.

"baby?" this time, mingi's voice takes on a breathy tone, and you can hear him swallow hard. "what's going on, kitty? what's wrong?"

you attempt to respond, but it feels like something is lodged in your throat, causing only coughs to escape, while more tears stream down your face.

"shh, it's okay, kitten. just take a breather," his deep voice resonates through the phone. "in and out, inhale, exhale. yeah, just like that. good girl." you can hear the smile in his voice as you attempt to follow his instructions, albeit shakily.

"are you okay now, kitty? can you tell me what's wrong?" he finally asks, as he senses your breath evening out.

"miss you," you simply answer, while rubbing at your eyes. it's a simple phrase, just two words, but they manage to convey your feelings as you hear mingi hum in response.

"i'll tell the boys to wrap up the meeting. we'll be there in 20. is that okay with you, baby?" mingi assures, offering a solution to your longing.

no, it's not. twenty minutes feels far too long, and before you can concoct a convincing enough lie to spare him any annoyance, mingi interrupts your train of thought.

"actually, baby, we'll be there in 10 minutes. we'll ditch the chauffeur and have wooyoung drive. in the meantime, go to the closets and grab whatever clothes you want," he croons, waiting for a genuine response this time.

"no, hongjoong's gonna be mad," you shake your head, even though mingi can't see you. clutching the phone tighter in your hand, you recall hongjoong's expression when you had raided his closet, piling up all his expensive clothes on your bed, yearning for his scent. he had been kind, explaining gently that you couldn't do that, but you couldn't ignore the visible veins that had surfaced on his forehead upon discovering his favorite balmain suit buried beneath the covers.

"no, he won't, and even if he is, i'll tell him i gave you permission, okay?" mingi reassures, determined to ease your worries about hongjoong's potential reaction.

"okay," you reply softly, your voice carrying a mix of relief and trust in his words.

"i'll hang up then. we'll be there soon enough," mingi confirms, the anticipation evident in his voice.

"okay," you respond once more.

"love you?" mingi asks in a peculiar manner, and you understand that he's subtly requesting to hear you say "i love you." it strikes you as odd, since you never fail to reciprocate those three words.

"love you," you respond, and before hanging up, you hear a playful "mwah" followed by the disconnection of the call.

you swiftly release the phone without a second thought and make your way through each room, collecting a piece of clothing from each of the boys. as you enter hongjoong's room, you pause in front of his wide-open closet. your gaze fixates on the velvety texture of his renowned black and white balmain suit, but you opt against taking it after catching a faint trace of his scent, faded from the length of time it had remained unworn. instead, you choose to retrieve one of his cozy hoodies, adding it to the growing pile in your hands.

you make your way back to your room, tossing all the clothes onto your bed. following suit, you bounce onto the soft surface, sliding yourself under the covers. taking the gathered clothes, you form them into a ball and press it against your face, inhaling deeply. the intertwined scents of your beloved humans instantly envelop you, bringing a profound sense of tranquility.

without even realizing it, you drift off to sleep, your ears being the only things peeking out from beneath the cozy pink covers.

you gradually awaken to the sensation of gentle kisses being planted on your nose. you open your eyes slightly, only to be greeted by san's blond bangs. before you can even process his presence in your bed, you feel the comforting touch of another pair of cold hands softly scratching the base of your ears. a purr instinctively emanates from your chest, and san smiles against your pulse, relishing the soothing vibrations against his own skin, a sensation he always adores.

you manage to turn, your eyes half-closed as the light filters in, and they settle on hongjoong's gentle smile. he's still dressed in a suit, and you blush at the sight. you adore him in sweatpants and oversized shirts, but your heart can't help but flutter faster in his presence.

you hear san chuckle, his head still nestled in your neck.

"kitty, your heart's beating so fast. happy to see daddy?" he mumbles, strong hands intertwining around your waist, his palm coming to rest on your chest, feeling the gentle thud of your heart.

hongjoong's smile widens as you glance away, unable to meet his gaze due to the embarrassment. he bends down slightly, his hand reaching to gently hold your cheeks. you revel in the coolness of his touch, appreciating how his hands always seem to be refreshingly cold.

"i'm happy to see you too, kitten. i missed you so much, couldn't stop thinking about you during that boring meeting," he whispers in the quiet room. you feel san nod against you, his arms tightening around you, and he murmurs a "me too."

"where are the others?" you inquire, noticing the absence of their hands on your body, causing a slight twitch in your eyebrows.

"in the shower, they're coming soon" hongjoong answers, his smile never leaving his face as he looks down at you. you nod in response, managing to free one hand from san's grasp, reaching out for hongjoong, and the eldest boy takes your hand. he sits down next to you, his eyes never wavering from your gaze as he drops a soft kiss to your forehead.

and soon enough you feel the thumping sounds of footsteps in the hallways, approaching your door. the boys enter to find you sandwiched between san and a shirtless hongjoong, his vest and dress shirt long forgotten on the heated floor of your room.

COMMON MASTERLIST — ateez blurbs

collection of my blurbs under the cut ٩(๑ `︿´๑)۶

multiple members

- longing for your owners!ot8!ateez, who had left hybrid!you alone at home, you reach for the phone seeking comfort. - hyungline!ateez headcanons about the first time u meet them - atz headcanons about reader being unusually silent when drunk - atz headcanons about reader hugging a pillow 2 sleep - atz headcanons about making out with them on a chase atlantic beat - atz headcanons on them using "tiny" during sex [nsfw]

ddeonghwa

- biker!seonghwa vs bimbo!reader [suggestive] - bf!yunhwa help you in this heat (yunho acc doesn't help)

joongi

- a long-awaited reunion in hongjoong's creative studio leads to soft moment - hurt 2 comfort with hongjoong [light angst] - hongjoong and your first subdrop [nsfw] - shopping spree with dilf!woojoong - primal play with predator!joong [nsfw] - soft sex w joong [nsfw]

yunni

- during a late-night math session, you're visited by spiderman!yunho - bf!yunhwa help you in this heat (yunho acc doesn't help) - yunho fucks your nightmare away [nsfw] - choking kink w yunho [nsfw] - some boxer!yunho timestamps

hehetmon

- you admit something to vampire!yeosang [suggestive] - prince!yeosang rubs oil in your hair (cuz he loves brown girls) - yeosang and his oral fixation aka he loves boobies [nsfw]

sanni

- babying and doing san's eyebrows - ceo!san leaves u alone in ur bed 4 a meeting - sangi taking care of sick you - phone sex with daddy!san [nsfw] - pregnant reader faints [slight angst] - emperor!san x empress!reader

mangi

- mingi taking care of drunk you - sangi taking care of sick you (i have a thing 4 mingi taking care of me and i think it shows) - roommate!mingi is a big pervert [nsfw]

wooyo

- wooyoung playfully interrupts your asmr session, expressing his jealousy in a dramatic yet affectionate manner. - hybrid!wooyo plays a little game with you in your bathtub [nsfw] - overstimulation w meandom!woo [nsfw] - shopping spree with dilf!woojoong - zombie au - zombie au pt 2

jjong

- exbf!jongho misses u but u... miss him too? - jongho teases u

other groups

- spoonfuls of ice cream [brother's best friend!eunseok] - yandere school (+18) tropes [riize, atz, tbz, txt]

other works can be found here

"ew! i have a boyfriend, so hands off," you slur, your words tumbling out in a jumble. you wobble in the grasp of the larger guy, who effortlessly holds you.

mingi lets out a sigh as you try to break free from his embrace. the man is naturally stronger than you, with his muscles showing off the hours spent at the gym. moreover, the alcohol in your system makes your feeble attempts to push him away even more pointless.

"tiny, i'm tired and you're totally wasted," he says, crouching down to fix the mini skirt that's riding up on your bare thighs. "let me take you home."

"my boyfriend's on his way. he's gonna kick your ass," you groan, slapping his hand away from your thigh. he chuckles at the sight, the same hand you just hit now gently stroking your hair, offering you comfort as the impending migraine creeps up on you.

"hey baby, look at me," he shushes you and he grips your chin, making you meet his gaze. he examines every single feature of your face, noticing how the glitter that was once on your eyelids has now found its way to your cheekbones. with his thumbs, he gently removes the specks, and you instinctively close your eyes, feeling a pleasant tingle where his touch lingers.

"don't call me that, am not your baby," you retort with a scrunch of your nose and he can't help but find you utterly adorable even though the disgusted action was directed at him. mingi clicks his tongue disapprovingly, looking down at you. he's tired, and you had convinced him to go out tonight, promising a good time since it had been ages since you both went out together. he agreed, unable to resist your begging, completely smitten with you. but now, as he reflects on his actions, he's starting to regret it a little.

"fuck, you're lucky i love you," he mutters quietly, playfully pinching your cheek. he crouches down, bringing his face closer to yours. your wide eyes gaze up at him, filled with uncertainty, wondering why this "stranger" is getting closer to you. "don't you recognize me tiny? you're breaking my heart." mingi says, taking your hand and guiding it to his hair. without thinking, you instinctively tug at the strands, as if it's a reflex ingrained in your mind. "you begged me to dye my hair this color and you don't recognize me?"

he watches with delight as recognition flickers in your eyes upon seeing his blond locks, and your face breaks into a wide, toothy grin. bursting into fits of giggles, you exclaim, "mingi!!!" and leap into his sturdy arms, as if it's been ages since you last saw him. taken aback, he grabs hold of you, momentarily stumbling backward in surprise. he erupts into laughter, declaring, "there she is." with one hand supporting you beneath your behind, your legs wrap around his waist. he then bends down to retrieve the pink heels that slipped off your feet during the leap, and you tighten your grip around him, laughing uncontrollably as you almost lose balance, but his hold remains strong.

"let's get you home tiny," mingi murmurs, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you. closing your eyes, you surrender to sleep, trusting him to guide you back home safely.

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one just casually sitting down on the other's lap and they start internally freaking the hell out with hongjoong, thank u ^^

pairing: hongjoong x reader prompt: "one just casually sitting down on the other's lap and they start internally freaking the hell out" includes: established relationship, pet names (pretty, baby, puppy, pup) word count: 1.1k author's note: hope you like it babe ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ how + what to request? + masterlist

you give a gentle tap on the door ahead, anticipation building as you wait for hongjoong's shadow to materialize through the semi-translucent door. it's been just three months since you made things official, making this your inaugural visit to his creative sanctuary.

earlier, you reached out to him with a simple phone call, casually inquiring about his day. to your delight, he eagerly suggested that you drop by, confessing how much he missed having you around.

and now, you find yourself standing outside his studio, a plastic bag of takeout clasped in your right hand, containing two mouthwatering packs of jajangmyeon noodles—one spicy and the other mild. with giddy anticipation, you hover in front of the door, your excitement reaching new heights as you realize the significance of this space. it's where your boyfriend pours his heart and soul into his craft, spending countless nights dedicated to his passion.

as you stand there, lost in your thoughts, a hushed whisper catches your attention from behind. startled, you pivot to find maddox, hongjoong's coworker, standing there. "he won't hear your knocks, just go on in," he confides. you offer a silent "ah" of understanding, expressing your gratitude through a grateful smile. if it weren't for maddox's timely intervention, you might have waited for hours, too shy to do anything else. with a gracious bow, he departs, leaving you to grasp the door handle and step into the room.

as you enter the room, a captivating sight unfolds before you. hongjoong's presence dominates the space, positioned in front of an expansive table adorned with an assortment of buttons in various sizes. instruments are strewn about, lending an artistic chaos to the scene. the room itself emanates an enchanting beauty, with its peculiarly soothing blend of black and beige walls that caress the eyes. soft, yellow-toned lights embedded in the ceiling cast a gentle glow, enhancing the ambiance. your gaze naturally gravitates towards hongjoong, who dons a loose-fitting black crewneck and a simple pair of blue jeans. nestled within his ebony locks, you almost miss the sizable bluetooth headphones, matching the dark aesthetic.

your heart quickens its pace as you draw nearer, the scent of his earthy cologne filling your senses. setting the plastic bag down gently, you approach him from behind, allowing your tender hands to cover his eyes. suppressing a chuckle, you revel in his startled reaction as he swiftly removes his headphones. seizing the opportune moment, you lower yourself, positioning your lips near his ear, and playfully whisper, "guess who?" before placing a mischievous kiss on his earlobe.

in a swift motion, hongjoong spins around in his swivel leather chair, fixing his gaze upon you with a wide, exuberant smile. you find yourself captivated by the sight, adoring the glimpse of his endearing lower fangs. his hands tenderly grasp your face, drawing you closer for a soft, lingering kiss, savoring the sweet essence of your cherry lip balm. "missed you like crazy, pretty," he confesses, his brows arched inquisitively while his lips naturally form a playful pout. "where have you been? we called an hour ago," he queries, his curiosity brimming as his expression mixes both concern and affection.

interrupting his inquiry for a moment, you divert the conversation with a question of your own. "did you eat?" you inquire, showing concern. his response is a gentle mumble, "not yet,"

a mischievous grin spreads across your face as you respond, "perfect." swiftly, you pivot and retrieve the food you had placed on the floor earlier, ready to satiate his hunger.

after arranging the food on the table before him, you shift your attention to finding another chair to sit beside hongjoong. however, your search yields only a couch positioned further away. a slight grimace forms on your face at the prospect of sitting at a distance from him. weeks of relying on late-night facetime calls had left you yearning for closer proximity, for the genuine presence that only physical closeness could provide.

with a playful yet determined spirit, you seize the bowl of noodles from hongjoong's hand, asserting your intention to get close. settling onto his lap sideways, you position your back against one of the armrests, allowing your legs to slide through the other. almost instinctively, his arms find their place around your waist, drawing you in closer. as you locate your own bowl of noodles, you return his bowl to him.

unbeknownst to you, behind your back, hongjoong's cheeks flush with a deep shade of crimson.

as you focus intently on the macbook before you, studying the intricacies of the colorful tracks and their underlying meanings, hongjoong's grip on the bowl of noodles tightens, his attention fixated on the delightful sight of you nestled in his lap. in the past, he had always taken the lead, relishing in the joy of initiating affectionate gestures and cherishing your adorable reactions to his gentle touches. however, now it's his turn to feel a surge of shyness, his mind racing with thoughts of you. his ears burn with a rosy hue as he catches you nuzzling against his chest, savoring the taste of the noodles. he can't help but watch, mesmerized, as your cheeks appear plumper with each bite, an overwhelming desire tempting him to playfully nibble on them.

sensing the intensity of hongjoong's gaze upon you, you break your focus from the cup of noodles and direct it towards your boyfriend. "what?" you inquire, voice tinged with a hint of insecurity. "do i have something on my face?" reacting instinctively, you reach for your phone nestled in the front pocket of your hoodie, intending to use the camera app to check your appearance. however, hongjoong intervenes, his hand gently guiding the phone back onto your lap. confusion dances in your eyes as you turn towards him, seeking an explanation. suddenly, he surprises you by pulling you into a passionate kiss, his fingers trembling against the softness of your skin, leaving you breathless and filled with a delightful shock of surprise.

"you're driving me crazy baby" he murmurs against your slightly swollen lips, his forehead still resting gently against yours. "i just wanna hold you forever puppy, hmm. you'd let me do that pup?" his words are accompanied by a soft exhale, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips.

caught off guard by the sudden shift in atmosphere, your cheeks flush with warmth, unaccustomed to such focused attention. "yeah, 'f course." you whisper, your voice barely audible as you plant a tender peck on his lips. a radiant smile graces his face as he closes his eyes, enveloping you in a warm embrace. the cups of noodles, now forgotten, sit abandoned on the table behind you. he gently presses your face against the soft fabric of his hoodie, and you allow yourself to completely relax against him.

"fuck were your noodles spicy? i can't feel my tongue."

exbf!jongho wearily brushes a hand across his face, a fierce migraine throbbing behind his eyes. allowing his bangs to shield his gaze, he positions himself in front of the sink. turning on the cold water, he splashes it over his face, trying to alleviate the discomfort. his expression remains stoic as he studies his reflection in the mirror, noticing the pronounced dark circles beneath his eyes and the parched condition of his lips, indicative of dehydration.

jongho is so fucking tired.

he's had enough of everything, pushing himself to the limit in an attempt to forget about you. fatigued by the constant thoughts of you whenever he has a moment to spare, it has been months since the breakup. he's fairly certain you've moved on by now, considering you were the one who decided to end things, citing your career or some other reason.

jongho was crushed.

to be honest, he still is, but he's not ready to admit that. denial offers a more comfortable and convenient refuge for him at the moment.

jongho just wants to sleep.

he retreats to his room and collapses onto the bed, his gaze fixated on the ceiling. emotionally numb, the emptiness gnawing at his chest only adds to his discomfort. suddenly, his phone emits a notification sound. he remains motionless. it's probably wooyoung sending him a photo of some dish he just cooked, and honestly, he couldn't care less. so, he makes no effort to reach for his phone. instead, he turns his head towards the adjacent balcony, gazing at the shimmering city lights outside.

jongho remembers you.

he recalls how you used to complain about the bright city lights of seoul, longing to witness the stars twinkling in the night sky. he would hold you close, burying his face in your bare shoulder, leaving tender kisses on the warm skin. he promised to take you to san's hometown, describing how beautifully the stars illuminated the sky on their last visit with the rest of the group. when you turned to him, he swears the radiance in your eyes surpassed even the most captivating starry night.

jongho closes his eyes.

enough about you. all he wants is to move on, but why does it seem impossible? another notification resonates in the room, prompting a sigh to escape his lips. he vows to give wooyoung a piece of his mind if he's bombarding him with messages about his culinary creations. he finally reaches for his phone, charging on the nightstand, and unlocks it.

jongho's breath stills in his throat.

teddybear: i miss u teddybear: honestli im soooo drunk rn but idc, ill b embaraszed trmw teddybear: sorri iky teddybear: ily*

jongho immediatly brings the phone to his ear, calling you.

"where are you right know, i'll come pick you up."

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"come on baby, just get on the bike, i won't go fast, pretty, i promise you," you gaze at your elder brother's closest friend, biker!seonghwa, who sits confidently on his motorbike, extending a gloved hand toward you.

"where's yeosang? i called him," you put emphasis on the last word. you shudder at a sudden rush of cold wind, and your bare thighs press together to supress the shivers. you miss how seonghwa's eyes rake over your body, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of worry and need. "what a tease," he thinks as his jaw clenches tight.

"yeosang's drunk," he states plainly, running a hand through his hair. "pretty, do you really wanna argue with me right now, you're on the verge of freezing, and i doubt you'll have the chance to utter the final word."

with your arms crossed before you, your glossy bottom lip protrudes slightly and you roll your eyes. it frustrates you to no end when things don't go according to your desires. you specifically dialed yeosang's number because you wanted him here. why does it always have to be seonghwa instead?

it's not that you feel uncomfortable around the man; it's just that he's the only one who refuses to indulge your every whim. he has a knack for hiding his true intentions beneath charming words, leaving your somewhat slow thought process in a state of bewilderment.

"it's okay 'm not cold," you lie, even though the chilly autumn breeze penetrates through your delicate baby pink dress, offering little protection. your petite white fur coat could offer more warmth if you were to fasten it, but that would obscure the view of your alluring cleavage and the exquisite necklace adorning your neck.

"c'me here," he commands, and you find yourself compelled to approach him with a slow stride. he removes one of his leather gloves and places it gently at the nape of your neck, just beneath your blonde extensions. drawing you closer, you can actually sense his gaze upon your face, despite the dark glasses he wears to shield himself from the wind while riding his bike., "what did i tell you about lies, huh? pretty girls don't use their pretty mouths to lie, do they now?" as his fingers exert a bit more pressure on the sides of your neck, a blush creeps onto your cheeks, accentuating the heavy blush on them, and you nod in response.

"words, pretty, i wanna hear your voice," he finally releases his grip, his hands shifting to secure your petite white vest, zipping it all the way to the top. his thumbs and index fingers rest on the zipper, while your attention remains captivated by the slight caress of his other fingers as they glide along your body while raising the zipper. the warmth of his touch sends tingles through your skin as his fingers delicately reach your breasts.

as you part your lips to respond, the words become lodged in your throat, leaving you feeling momentarily trapped beneath his penetrating gaze. a smirk graces his lips, as if he possesses the ability to decipher every notion swirling within your mind, amplifying the sensation of vulnerability in your thoughts.

"what's wrong, can't find your voice, my dumb girl?" as you feel a stirring sensation between your thighs, it becomes evident that this time it has nothing to do with the chilly weather when you squeeze your thighs together.

overwhelmed by the situation, you instinctively push him aside to reach for the helmet resting on his lap. determined to join him on the bike, you attempt to mount it from behind. however, you quickly realize it's not as simple as you anticipated. the heels you're wearing make it increasingly difficult, and the seat of the bike sits too high above the ground for you to easily get on.

"pretty girl needs a hand?" his voice carries a smug undertone that you can't help but notice. biting the inside of your cheek, you silently yearn for yeosang's presence, wishing he were there instead.

he gracefully dismounts the bike, showcasing his expertise, and even you can't deny the allure he exudes. as he approaches you, he firmly grasps your waist, effortlessly lifting you up and placing you on the bike. in response, a high-pitched squeal escapes your lips, causing you to instinctively hold your dress to prevent it from riding up too much. seonghwa chuckles at the sight, finding amusement in your reaction. climbing up behind you, he assists in securely fastening the helmet onto your head. the large, black helmet creates a somewhat comical contrast against your feminine attire.

he guides your hands, placing them on the bike's handles, while his touch smoothes over your cold thighs, eliciting goosebumps along your skin. he chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction. his hands venture a little higher, playfully squeezing your buttocks, causing you to jolt in your seat, which only widens his smile. finally, he repositions his hands to firmly grasp the handles beside yours, taking a moment to observe the disparity between your wrists. his own wrists are enveloped by his leather jacket, while yours adorn a multitude of shiny bracelets.

"be a good girl for me and hold on tightly, pretty."

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