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[lussekatt]

so you dated the wrong person and learned a hard lesson. you chose the wrong major and had to start over again. you cherished a friend who backstabbed you. it sucks, but it’s also going to work out. that’s life; you learn, hurt, love, cry, laugh, and keep going. you experience setbacks and you grow and it’s all okay.

[lussekatt]

mango flavored | o. st

coworker!shotaro x fem. reader | 7.6k words

thought about how shotaro was studying economics in school and i started thinking a little too much…i promise i’m so normal about him.

contains: secret relationship, reader and shotaro are tipsy, fingering (fem. receiving), teasing, unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control)

the mango flavored alcoholic beverage got you by surprise. it went down like juice at this point in the night, although it didn’t go down with any problems to begin with. it was sweet and barely tasted like alcohol, the fruity cocktail tasted like juice with a little bit of a punch.

you weren’t normally the type to drink in a work setting, but it was a special occasion. you and your team were wrapping up the end of a project that ran all your lives for a month. it was extremely ironic to have another late night out after spending the last two weeks in the office after hours. it had gotten to the point that your team would take power naps in the conference room just to come right back out and type away. you thought your eyeballs were going to melt out of your head from the blue light and lack of sleep. but you couldn’t miss out on a celebratory drink with your coworkers. especially because you knew what followed after each project was closed.

“i think you should pace yourself, yeah?” shotaro said into your ear.

he spoke to you quietly, leaning backwards to remove himself from everyone’s line of sight. shotaro tried to be sneaky for no reason—none of your coworkers had picked up on your secret relationship. if they didn’t know what you guys were doing they definitely wouldn’t find out tonight. they were drunk a long time ago, going straight for the hard liquor in contrast to your mixed beverages. they were two shots deep before the food even arrived, and it only got worse from there. you could make out with shotaro in front of them and they probably wouldn’t pay it any mind, and if they did it would be forgotten by the morning. 

you looked to your coworkers sitting directly in front of you and shotaro, engaged in their own conversation. you could hear them a little too well, the alcohol making their speech slurred and loud. you kept staring at them, waiting for them to acknowledge your stare that was less than an arms length away. they were unbothered, shit talking your bosses boss that was elusive and never in the office. you turned back to shotaro to see him staring curiously at you, waiting for a response. you almost forgot what he had asked you when you let your eyes shamelessly eat at him, resting on his lips. 

letting the thought of kissing shotaro enter your mind was a mistake, because now it was all you could think of. it became more and more tempting when his tongue ran over his pink lips. you’re sure he would taste like a mix of the mango beverage he finished for you and the shot he had at the beginning of the night. you thought about how his lips were probably soft from the balm he applied religiously, kept in his front pocket (and a spare in his backpack) for maximum convenience. 

if you were going to hypothetically kiss shotaro in front of the entire marketing team you would have to hold his face too. when you two kissed, his hands always found their place on the back of your neck while yours rested on his face or ran through his hair. his skin was always so soft underneath the pads of your fingers, firing off all the dopamine receptors in your mind. his skin was glowing underneath the warm light of the restaurant, and a little glossy from the warmth and alcohol in his system. shotaro looked cherubic, the apples of his cheeks shining each time he laughed or smiled. 

you constantly felt like you were fighting two wolves each time you thought about shotaro. on one side you saw the angelic sweetheart that everyone in the office loved, but on the other you saw the confident and attractive man that had you on your knees. you thought he was hot in his business casual attire for work but outside of work he was even more captivating. his carefree spirit translated into his fashion, with a hint of classiness that had intrigued you. you had already fucked shotaro by the time you first saw him wearing his casual clothes at a company lunch months prior. it was pleasantly surprising to see a new side to him, the complete opposite of the button ups and slacks he wore to work. you were checking him out the whole lunch, barely contributing to the conversation your bosses were having. when he looked at you worried asking why you hadn’t eaten you lean to whisper in his ear that you were hungry for something else. you saw shotaro’s eyes widen and his ears that were tucked into his beanie get red when he understood what you said. 

ever since the lunch you both started unabashedly flirting with the other during office meals, loving the risk of it all. it was easy to cover it up if someone did ask what you two were chatting about, you and shotaro were friendly. you guys were assigned to nearly every project together so how could you not be cordial? if shotaro had his arm on the back of the chair behind you it was only because he liked the comfort of having an arm up. not to mention shotaro was even more chatty when he was tipsy, talking to anyone who would listen. you became bratty when you got alcohol in your system and you became an awful liar too.

“i’m barely tipsy.” you said, looking back at shotaro. “what’s it to you anyways?”

shotaro ran his hand through his hair for the nth time of the night, staying in the pushed back position he wanted it in. you let yourself look at the rings on his hand then drift down to his face, where a knowing smile had you smiling back. you had crossed the threshold of  “tipsy” a long time ago. you were at the part where you wanted to do unspeakable things to your coworker and you didn’t care if other people saw it. shotaro seemed to know it too when he leaned close to your ear. he was at the part where he started to care less and less about getting caught.

“i don’t know if you’ll be able to handle it later if you’re too drunk.” shotaro said innocently.

it was whatever shotaro had planned for you once you both made it back to your apartment after drinking. it was usually shotaro pressed against your sweaty body while feeling you up or you on your knees for him. it had become plenty of things ever since you started seeing him.

when you first met shotaro you didn’t think he had it in him. he wasn’t shy by any means, instantly hitting it off with everyone in the office but he was just so kind and seemed so innocent. his bright smile and expressive eyes gave the impression that he was the human embodiment of purity. you found out that this very much wasn’t the case half a year ago.

you and shotaro were working on a project about consumer preferences for off brand versions of skincare products alone when the question first came up. it was simple and non assuming on your part, just a question to try and keep yourself awake.

“do you have a girlfriend?” you asked.

shotaro took a break from typing on his computer to turn and look at you. you instantly clarified that you weren’t asking romantically, only curious as to why he transferred to your office’s location. shotaro went back to typing before answering you.

“no i don’t have a girlfriend.” he answered. “i transferred because my friend needed a roommate and i wanted to leave my hometown.” 

“cool, cool.” you typed on your keyboard a couple of times, trying to move on. “any particular reason?” you asked.

shotaro laughed, still typing on his computer. you took a quick peak over your shoulder and saw shotaro with perfect posture filling out endless cells on the spreadsheet. he was a terrible multitasker, having to pull away from his computer before answering you.

“that i don’t have a girlfriend? or why i left my hometown?” shotaro asks.

shotaro smiles at you tripping over your words. you thought this interaction would be the other way around, with him being the mess instead of you. but you have to clear your throat and look at the random words you typed on your computer as an excuse to look away from shotaro.

“why you left. if you want to answer the first question too go ahead.” you said.

shotaro laughed before explaining his reason for moving. he wanted a change of scenery and a chance to spread his wings. he woke up one day realizing he was an adult who had never seen life outside of his prefecture. so when his friend from college told him he was moving shotaro leaped at the chance, transferring from his previous location to this one. shotaro didn’t have a girlfriend because he was too busy with work, which you understood. there was no way to have a significant other when a majority of your day was spent in an office. unless you were seeing your coworker.

it was silent between you two again, the only sound in the office was typing on the keyboards and the occasional sigh. shotaro stopped typing again and turned towards you, a smile on his face.

“do you have a boyfriend?” shotaro asked.

he didn’t clarify why he was asking you that question, you assumed it was to embarrass you. you felt you face heating up as you shook your head staring at the graphs on your computer. it was getting to the part of the night where nothing made sense and your eyes were losing focus. 

“i don’t understand how you don’t have one.” shotaro said. “you’re beautiful.”

you thought that your lack of sleep was making you delirious when you heard shotaro say that. you turned in your chair to face him, and his smile confirmed that you weren’t just hearing things. 

you had foolishly believed that shotaro wasn’t hiding anything underneath his smile and big shining eyes. you thought that you had him figured out, a typical twenty-something that had never pursued a woman before, much less slept with one. but shotaro pursued you that night in the dark office and he got you. you ended up with your back pressed deep into the chair with one foot perched on the edge while the other one pressed into the ground. you could feel your toes curling in your dress shoes from the pleasure while shotaro sat in the chair next to you with his hands shoved into your pants. the sound of typing in the office was replaced with your quiet pants and the subtle squelching while shotaro told you how good you feel. you ended up returning the favor, palming him through his slacks while he put his fingers that were inside of you in your mouth. he held on tight to the armrest of his chair when he came in his pants and squeezed his eyes shut, whispering quiet explexitives. his face was tinted red and sheepishly smiled when he said you two should do this again. 

you learned that night that shotaro was far from innocent. you also learned that you needed more of him. so you two worked out an agreement that everytime you finished a project or were alone in the office together you two would have sex. sex in the office became a rarity especially with the onslaught of group projects.

but now the project was done and shotaro was telling you he had something in store for you. you suddenly didn’t want to drink anymore, pushing the rest of your mango beverage away. you turned to shotaro and lightly shrugged your shoulders.

“i’m actually done for the night.” you said casually.

“good,” shotaro smiled and looked towards the exit of the restaurant before looking at you “wanna get out of here?” he asked.

when you nodded and shotaro flagged down a waitress so he could close out the tab both of you were drinking on. you bid your goodbyes to the table together, giving pleasantries and saying you’ll see them in the office on monday. no one questioned why you and shotaro were leaving together, why he had a hand on the small of your back while he held your bag, or why he got into the cab with you when he lived on the other side of town. 

the cab rides back to your place was always one of your favorite parts of the night. people out on the street passed by you in a blur and lights on buildings caught your eye. when you were tipsy you always felt like you were in a spaceship in a car, moving through space and time while shotaro’s hand rested on your thigh. it felt like the imprint of his hand was burning through your pants, making you squirm in your seat. you moved closer to him and shotaro welcomed it, putting a hand behind you so you could nestle into his chest.

when you got to your apartment shotaro helped you out on his side of the car, wishing the driver a goodnight before closing the door. you waited patiently for shotaro in front of your building, for him to lead you to your room. you just liked his gentle hand resting on the small of your back, helping you up the stairs like you couldn’t walk. the brunt of your drunkness had worn off during the car ride, leaving you with the giggly tipsy feeling. you couldn’t hide your excitement of what was coming your way as shotaro led you up the stairs.

you didn’t waste any time once you closed the door to your apartment. you pulled shotaro close to you by his button up, pressing your lips to his. his lips were incredibly soft and his hand pressed into the door beside your head. you put your tongue in his mouth to taste the mango and the sake, pulling him even closer. shotaro laughed into your lips, letting you explore his mouth as you pleased. he started using his free hand to help you out of your jacket and undo the buttons on your blouse, letting your clothes fall to the floor. when you hastily got out of your shoes shotaro did the same.

when your top was gone shotaro moved his hand to your neck, helping you deepen the kiss. you were getting drunk again off of shotaro alone. you thought about how pent up you were during the whole project, stealing glances during the late night team meetings. you caught shotaro looking too, always asking your team for coffee to hide the fact that he already had your order waiting for you at his desk.

shotaro pulling away from you brought you back to the present. his lips were glossy and already plump from the biting. you had lost yourself in kissing him like you always do, not coming back to reality until shotaro ran his fingers over your bottom lip.

“lets go sit down.” shotaro said.

he walked through your apartment with ease, tracing the same steps he has taken thousands of times. each time he comes over you’re reminded you should try switching your furniture around or buying a painting. it’s ironic, paying rent for a place you’re never at. it would make more sense to split the electricity bill of your office building with all your coworkers. but you like seeing shotaro familiar with your apartment, you enjoy seeing him go into the fridge and know exactly where your bottles of water are. you enjoy seeing him point to the seat he knows you like on the couch, letting you sit there while he unbuttons his shirt. shotaro takes his time, making sure it’s not wrinkled when he lays it over the back of your chair. he sits the two bottles of water on your coffee table and stands in front of you. you look up at him, your hands going to his thighs to touch him.

“still a little stressed?” shotaro asked.

you actually felt the calmest you’ve been in a long time. you weren’t necessarily relaxed, the anticipation making you antsy all over. but you felt calm underneath the squirming feeling to the point that you were enjoying your nerves. regardless, you nodded your head slowly and looked up at shotaro through your eyelashes. he cooed at you, bringing a hand to rub and hold your chin.

“you work so hard for our team.” shotaro said.

it was simple work you did, much easier than what shotaro had to do. he was the one actually gathering the data and doing the math that you barely understood. your job was simply just compiling the answers shotaro gave you into neat graphs and reports to give to your bosses. he knew you felt this way, you never hesitated to tell him that a robot could easily do your job. you let him have it this time when shotaro started moving to get behind you on the couch. 

his body fit between yours and the armrest of the easily. it was the perfect amount of space, your body fit between his legs like a puzzle piece. you sat slotted between shotaro’s legs waiting for his next move. his hands went to your shoulders and guided you backwards until your back was pressed against his chest. it was broad and comfortable, you instantly settled into him. 

shotaro kissed the exposed skin of your shoulder when your body was flush with his. you sighed contently and tipped your head to the side, purposely exposing your neck to him. it was soothing the way shotaro slowly pressed his lips to your skin. each kiss was gentler than the one before. you started having to fight the lack of sleep away. it was catching up to you before you felt shotaro’s cold rings brush against your warm skin. his hands started massaging your shoulders, starting from opposite ends and working their way to the base of your neck. 

shotaro worked through the knots brought on by bad posture and stress, coaxing a satisfied groan from you. it was almost painful when shotaro found a particularly stubborn knot, kneading your skin until you started slumping your shoulders in relief. you had almost forgotten what you both were here to do, too caught up in the comfort of it all.

you brought a hand to rest on top of shotaro’s and he kissed your knuckles, still driving his thumbs into your tensed muscles. he pressed exceptionally hard on a knot, eliciting a pained whine. shotaro kissed the back of your head before going even further. your whine got louder, the mixture of pain and relief causing you to tense your shoulders. shotaro kissed your hand one last time before pulling away from your shoulders. he wrapped his arms around you and pulled him closer to you, placing an open mouthed kiss to the back of your neck. you felt his tongue touch your bare skin before he pulled away. shotaro’s face was close to yours, so close that his hair brushed your skin and his lips were against your ear.

“can i help you relax?” shotaro whispered into your ear.

you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke to you, his curled lips grazing the shell of your ear. shotaro asked the question so innocently while his hands found their way to your dress pants, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. he didn’t even have to look down to know what he was doing, a mix of experience and intuition guiding his hands. you nodded against his chest, lifting your hips and pulling off your pants a little too quickly.

while you took off your pants shotaro pulled his hands away from your body to take off his rings. he took them off in front of your face, just to tease you a little more, to let anticipation build all over your body. he put the rings between the bottles of water that sweat from condensation. you discard your pants and shotaro helps guide your back to his chest to the position you were in before. you settle against him and bend your knees to help keep yourself stable, loving the way your skin rubs against his undershirt. one of shotaro’s legs hang over the edge of the couch and he keeps the other extended and close to your body. you can see the way he places the leg, the way he’d be able to keep your legs spread with ease. he kisses the crook of your neck and a gentle hand on your chin tilts your head to expose more of your neck.

you keep your head in the same place as you feel shotaro’s hand travel down your body. he starts by trailing down the center of your throat and he lets his middle finger and thumb trace the outline of your collarbones before continuing his way down. shotaro has you on holding your breath when his fingers travel down the valley of your chest. it’s a breath that comes out rushed when he cups your breast, alternating between pressing it into your body and kneading the supple skin. you’ve tried touching your chest the same way shotaro does but it’s different. the grip doesn’t feel the same and you can’t mimic the desperation, or the way he twitches against your back. shotaro’s lips touch your neck as he switches to the other breast, just as desperate as he was on the other one.

“you’re so perfect.” shotaro whispers.

you whine and press yourself further into his shotaro’s body.  your hands grip his thighs and he flexes his muscle to give you somethign to dig your nails into. your legs squirm in the air, your knees close in until they touch. everything is too much already, the tipsy brain fog making all the sensations feel more intense. by the time shotaro makes it your panties you’re already whimpering and digging your fingernails into his skin.

“so pretty in pink.” shotaro says.

you look down to see him play with the elastic of your pink panties. it’s an intoxicating sight, seeing shotaro’s fingers grab the band of fabric and pull up slightly. it’s almost a feeling of discomfort, feeling the panties press against your folds. but you let it happen because shotaro is doing it, and you might trust him just a little too much. 

the fabric sticks to your folds and shotaro runs a light finger over the fabric. he takes his time, tracing all the way up and all the way down until he settles on your clit, pressing lightly. you gasp and let your head fall back against his shoulder, craning your head to kiss his jaw. it’s an impulsive act, but it’s one that has shotaro moving his head to kiss you on the lips. you let him kiss you, loving how he has to sacrifice the perfect posture he always brags about just to get closer to you. he doesn’t care about the discomfort either when he gets to see your face contort in pleasure or feel your lips on his. you feel good and you taste even better, and shotaro wants to keep indulging himself in it all. 

shotaro pulls away from your lips, waiting for you to open your eyes and look at him from his shoulder. when you make eye contact with shotaro, he pushes your panties to the side and slips a finger inside of you.

even though it’s only one, you still sigh and have to bite your tongue to hold back curses. you know it’s by design, the way shotaro teases you. he likes for you to see what he’s doing to you, he wants you to see his finger plunge in and out of your heat. he has always taken a liking to teasing you, you’ve had nights with him where he edged you to tears before finally giving in, maintaining that sweet smile the whole time. you wanted to say you were used to it by now, but when he pulled his finger out you whined from loss of contact. 

he leaned his finger towards your heat again and you slid down slightly to try and follow his fingers. you looked up to shotaro, eyes wide to show him how badly you needed it. he had his signature smile, so innocent and non assuming like he wasn’t propelling you towards your wits end. 

“i’ll take care of you, just like i always do.” shotaro says.

he helps you out of your panties and you let him. when they’re off shotaro’s soft hand guides one of your legs until your thigh rests on top of his. your legs are completely spread, and shotaro kisses your cheek for being so pliable. his hand that doesn’t tease your center undoes the clasp on your bra with ease. your tits are hard from the cold air of your apartment. the fact that you’re completely naked while shotaro is fully clothed makes you even more sensitive. he has you completely in the palm of his hand, and you’ll eventually have to come to terms with how much you love it.

you nod your head and whine, and you feel shotaro’s slow hands go back to your thighs. he uses his fingers on his other hand to spread your folds and bring two fingers to his mouth. you have to tilt your head awkwardly to see them glisten from his spit. he puts his wet digits inside of you, and you straighten your back. it’s hard to maintain your composure, your iron resolve from work related stress crumbles in shotaro’s hands. he uses your whimpers as guidance and your face expressions as motivation. when your eyes close it means he’s doing good, and when you bite your lip for a moment it means he needs to pull back. shotaro loves having you figured out, and he loves knowing what makes you tick. when he bends his fingers inside of you, you bring your hand to his bicep.

“right there.” you sigh contently.

shotaro looks down to see his fingers pump in and out of you. he has to bring his chin forward to rest on your shoulder to see the view. he wouldn’t change it for anything else. 

your foot that hangs down from shotaro’s leg flexes. each time you habitually try to close your thighs together to lock shotaro’s hand in place his leg keeps them apart. you let yourself completely fall into shotaro, his pretty fingers that kept your folds apart went to focus on your clit instead. it’s slow and steady strokes, ones that prolong your whines and moans. shotaro extracts your sounds like surgery, each pump of his fingers and revolutions on your clit is deliberate. he wants to feel your tense body progressively become more and more relaxed against him, until your become so pliant your legs start to shake. it’s suspiciously easy to get you to that point and shotaro has to tell himself to not get a big ego because of it.

“just like that.” you tell shotaro breathlessly. 

he nods and adds another finger. you tense for only a second to get used to the stretch before your body becomes limp against his again. shotaro smiles against the skin of your neck before kissing it. your head tilts upwards to the ceiling and when you take the occasional moment to open your eyes you focus on your ceiling fan. its blades move slow and steady, in such a contrast to your racing heart. you try to focus on the slow fan to steady yourself but it only reminds you of the same gentle way shotaro pushes his fingers inside of you.

“feels good?” shotaro asks. 

he sucks on the skin of your neck. he wants you to look at what he’s doing to you, but shotaro lets you focus on other things if it means he can do this to you longer.

”so good.” you say quietly.

“good.” shotaro kisses your neck. “i just want you to feel good.” shotaro says.

you let him continue to slowly pump his fingers in and out, your grip on his bicep varies based on what he does. shotaro can feel you getting tighter around his digits and your thigh starts trying to pull in a little harder.

“do you want me to add another finger?” he asks.

you shake your head, still looking at the ceiling.

“no. three is perfect.” you say.

shotaro starts driving his fingers a little deeper, and his hand that rubs your clit speeds up. shotaro can see your breath catch in your throat.

“i’m close.” you whine.

shotaro picks up the pace on your clit and acknowledges you with a hum. your other hand grips his other bicep now. shotaro hopes you don’t plan on pulling his hands away when you release around his fingers.

“can you look down for me?” shotaro asks innocently. 

you hesitate for a moment but you obliged. your head tilts down and shotaro starts picking up the speed on your clit. your jaw starts to hang ad your eyebrows cinch together. shotaro looks down for himself too, conflicted on which sight he rather see.

“can you cum for me baby?” shotaro asks.

you nod and shotaro pushes his hard dick into your back. you move backwards quickly, loving the feeling of the imprint on your hot skin. 

your hands tighten on shotaro’s biceps and try to pull them away with minimal force. he keeps them in place, not halting his movements. the rest of your body reacts first before your mind does. your thighs twitch and try to close in on eachother and your feet start flexing again. your breathing becomes rushed and the nails leave indents on shotaro’s skin. your walls clamp around his fingers and your sopping heat squelches from your cum. you let your head go back on shotaro’s shoulder as your mind tells you you’re experiencing your first orgasm since the project started. it runs through your brain and fires off all your receptors, the feeling of shotaro kissing your face gently. pushes you through it all.

you’re still reeling and shotaro can tell it. his precum seeps through his underwear as you start moaning. it starts off raspy and loud, but by the time shotaro’s fingers come to a stop it evolved into quiet high-pitched squeaks. shotaro has to let you gain composure while you’re slumped against his chest. he takes the time to compose himself too. if you were to move your body any deeper into his he would be cumming in his pants.

when your breathing settles shotaro looks at your face. when you shyly turn to him he pecks you lips and taps your thigh.

“wanna move to the bed?” he asks. 

you were still out of it, coming down from edging that seemed to last forever. all you could do is nod your head and take shotaro’s hands as he lifts you up from the couch. your legs are like jello underneath you when you stand on them fully, wobbling a little bit like you’re still drunk. shotaro laughs and puts his hand on your hips to steady you. shotaro follows behind you closely, mimicking your steps as you make your way into your bedroom. your clothes in the livingroom are long forgotten, your mind instead focused on the next part of your night with the man behind you.

his hands only leave your hips when you enter the bedroom to close your door. you situate your naked body on top of the covers, trying to hide how badly you need shotaro to touch you again. he walks slowly over to the opposite side of your bed and your eyes follow his every move. you see the way shotaro undoes his belt, the way it falls out of your line of sight. you get excited, resting on your haunches to watch shotaro slowly take of his dress slacks until he’s left in his underwear and a-line shirt. he gets on the bed in the spot you subconsciously save for him, walking on his knees until he gets to you in the center of the bed. shotaro puts a hand on your chin and traces your jawline before tilting your head upwards. his eyes are so inviting, and he hold your stare when your body leans forward to kiss you. 

shotaro keeps a hand on your face to caress your skin while his other hand presses on your lower back. it makes you move forward while you use your own hands to play with the end of shotaro’s shirt. he gets the hint, pulling away from you to lift his garment over his head. he stops only for a second, looking at your lips then looking at your eyes. 

“how do you want it?” he asks.

while you think, shotaro lets his thumb press on your bottom lip. he has never been the dominant type in bed despite his inclination to be a tease. when you first asked him what his thing was in bed, shotaro was raking his brain the same way you were racking your brain now. nothing was off limits for shotaro in regards to sex. he didn’t know how to say it then, but now he knows he would try anything if it meant he could see your eyes screw shut in ecstasy and hear you whimper. but when shotaro told you simply that his thing was seeing girls cum, he knew you didn’t believe him. so since then he has made it his mission to prove it to you. if that meant giving you the reins that was fine. if it meant edging you until you were a mess underneath him that was a bonus.

“i want to be on top.” you say confidently.

when you finally decide what you want you let shotaro push his thumb into your mouth. you can taste yourself on your tongue, and you can smell it on the rest of his hand. shotaro opens his mouth slightly as he watches you take more of his thumb. you can see his tongue move in his mouth the same way yours moves around his digit. he had a strange habit of mirroring your movements, in and outside of the bedroom. that’s something you’re going to have to tease him about later when he copies you in the office. 

you shift on the bed and shotaro follows you, finger still in your mouth and his hand still ghosting over the small of your back. you two lay down on the bed together, chest to chest while you maneuver into the right position. shotaro takes his finger from your mouth regretfully to reach for the waistband of his underwear. you help him out of it the same way he helped you out of your clothes on the couch.

you’re both content when he’s free from his boxers, his heavy dick hits the taut skin of his lower stomach. you try to tease shotaro the same way he teased you, ghosting a slow finger up his shaft to spread the precum on his tip. you love the way his head presses into the pillow, and hearing his sigh of relief. shotaro has been high strung from the deadlines the same way you were, he just hid it behind a bright smile.

“you’re stressed too, right?” you asked. 

shotaro nodded his head, a hand pressing into your tricep lightly. you grab his length into your hands, jerking him off gently. he hissed and twitched in your hand. you can’t bring yourself to tease him, to innocently ask when was the last time he took care of himself. you don’t  know what you’d do if he told you the last time he masturbated was to the thought of you, or if he had let himself get all pent up until he could be with you again.

“i can help you too.” you coo at shotaro.

he opens his eyes and his other hand goes to your arm. he pulls you slightly, trying to tell you subtly he can’t wait any longer. he’s much more impatient than you are.

“show me. please.” shotaro says.

that’s all you need to hear before moving your knees to straddle his hips. shotaro’s hands go to your waist, pressing the pads of his fingers deep into your skin you think it’ll leave a bruise. he doesn’t hold back his strength, too desperate to feel you around him again. shotaro has to use every ounce of self control to stop himself from bucking upwards when his tip prods at your entrance. you let go of his dick and rest your hands on top of his. the angle is awkward when shotaro flips his hand to intertwine your fingers, but he doesn’t care. he’s able to feel your hand squeeze his as you sink down onto him, slowly taking in everything shotaro gives you. you’re both gasping pent up messes, drunk off the feeling of eachother. 

shotaro moans when you sink all the way down, and a fast hand pushes his hair from his face. he watches you swivel your hips and you can feel shotaro’s dick in your stomach. you had almost forgotten what it felt like, riding shotaro while he looked at you with so much lust and gratitude. it made you cocky and a little too confident. when shotaro grabs a handful of your ass and praises you for how tight and perfect your pussy is it makes you think you can ride him until the sun comes up. you do have the vigor and you want to keep bouncing on his dick, but when your knees and burning thighs catch up to you the brutal pace you set starts to lag. shotaro understands, because he’s nothing if not patient. he always enjoys watching you tire yourself out just to please him. he enjoys the way your eyes look down at him, the way you grip his hands for stability. he loves the way you wrap around his dick and how he can feel your walls clamp around him when he praises you. 

when you slow down shotaro is more than happy to take over. he sees your tired but determined face, and he can feel the way your thighs start to shake. when you stop to take a breather shotaro brings your body down until your chest to chest.

“i told you i’d help you relax.” shotaro coos at you.

you let yourself fully rest against shotaro’s chest, your sweaty skin keeping you glued to him. it only takes a moment for him to plant his feet into your mattress before pistoning up into you. the sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room as he exceeds the pace you failed to set. you plant your hand against the wall for stability and put your other hand on shotaro’s shoulder. the moans tumble out, and your words are stuttered each time his hips meet yours.

“oh my god.” you cry.

“good right?” shotaro asks.

you opened your eyes to look at shotaro in front of you. he has a smile still, one that falters as he focuses on fucking up into you. he took the brunt of the work just so you could take all of him. you wondered if he would still fuck you like this if you were to date him, or if he’d become the soft and affectionate shotaro you got on rare occasions. either one didn’t matter to you, but you hoped that he would still fuck you with the reckless abandon he was giving you now.

you lift yourself up and kiss shotaro on the lips. it’s the only thing that slows down his pace temporarily, before going back into his speed with more stamina. you don’t know where all this energy suddenly came from, but you can feel it draining you as you get closer. your hand on his shoulder flails back and grabs his bent knee, digging into the skin. you don’t know what to do with your hand to stabilize yourself. you need someone to ground you before you explode.

“gimmie your hand.” shotaro says. 

you comply immediately, going to his hands that moved to your ass. shotaro grabs your wrist, pressing it into your lower back. the hold he has on you turns you into his rag doll, you have no control over the way your body moves. your breasts surge upwards in tandem with shotaro’s hips. your upper body pressed to shotaro’s is the only thing that keeps your chest somewhat in place, and you move a hand to his shoulder in an effort to stabilize yourself. now your headboard creaks pitifully and occasionally bumps into your wall. it’s no use trying to stop the pace—not that you want to anyway. you take as much of shotaro as you can, because you’ll need something to think about when he’s not here. 

when shotaro kisses your forehead you look up from his chest, barely able to focus on anything else anymore.

“you close?” shotaro asks. 

he already knows the answer before you nod your head and whine a yes. your hand that’s grabbed by the wrist balls up, and your walls close in on shotaro. his pace starts to slow down too, going for spots deep inside of you instead of going fast.

“still on birth control?” shotaro asks.

“yes.” you whine.

shotaro keeps going and you go back to kissing him. your body moves upwards from earch deep thrust, but you stay focused on kissing shotaro as he stays focused on fucking you. when you have to break away to curse shotaro watches you with wide eyes, needing to see how you look when you cum before he can do so himself. he hears your high pitched moans and the way his name falls from your lips. you can barely keep going, resting against his body as your walls continue to clamp around his length. it’s then when shotaro lets himself cum, cursing into your hair as he continues to fuck slowly into you.

you’re reduced to quiet moans by the time shotaro is done. his hand let go of your wrist so you grabbed his instead. your nails dug into his skin while he gripped your ass. shotaro’s legs slid on your sheets, fully extending down your bed while you both caught your breath. 

you came back first, trailing drowsy kisses from his sweaty chest to his lips. you lifted your hips and brought them down on his dick experimentally, just to see shotaro hiss and to feel his hand grip your waist. you smiled and settled back into his chest again, listening to his heartbeat. 

it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep on shotaro’s chest. his heartbeat lulled you to sleep and his hand rubbing your back soothed you. 

shotaro lets himself lay there with you even after you’re fast asleep, loving how your chest rises and falls in time with his. one of these days he’s gonna keep you awake and tell you how he feels, how much he liked spending time with you outside of having sex. shotaro always considered himself to be an extrovert when it came to handling people. he was confrontational and didn’t hide from conflict or expressing what he wanted. 

but when he kissed you for the first time he made the decision to do whatever he had to for you to stay around. shotaro also considered himself to be a conceited individual, but even he didn’t know what you saw in him. he didn’t know why you kept coming back to him after every project wrapped up, or why you were so keen on fucking him out of everyone in the office. 

you’re a snoring mess and sleeping like a log from the drinking and exertion you have gone through for the past month. he’s happy you’re sleeping so soundly after the stress of the last couple months, your stress lines actively disappearing as you snore into your pillow. shotaro grants himself some of the credit, the fact that he was able to tire you out enough to get a good nights rest. 

shotaro almost feels weird for watching sleep, but he can’t bring himself to look away. you snuggled your pillow in his absence, your hand awkwardly underneath your chin causing your lips and cheeks to poke out a little further. if you were to wake up in this moment you would be freaked out and self conscious over someone seeing you in such a vulnerable and unflattering state. but shotaro thinks you look beautiful—ethereal even as you catch up on your sleep. he can’t stop himself from squatting down to kiss the side of your face that isn’t smushed into the pillow. you barely react to the kiss, your face twitching in the spot where shotaro pressed his lips to your skin. he stays there beside the bed, looking at how serene you look. he gentle caresses your cheek, rubbing the place he kissed. shotaro stands up and gives you one last look before heading towards the door.

“see you on monday.” shotaro says quietly to you.

you don’t reply, only turning sleepily to throw your arm on the spot you leave open for him in bed.

#this is so delicate #idk #i can't put it any other way #fic recs #riize

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midnight grocery store runs with seunghan where it's all fun, you're both goofing around, laughing at each others' antics, having a good time in general.

until you accidentally get separated from him at some point of time. you're not too worried though, it's a small enough store plus you could just call him if you're completely unable to find him. as you distract yourself with some desserts kept on display, you feel a hand grab your wrist and pull you towards them; it's seunghan. looking extremely shaken up. huh?

"i thought i lost you, what were you thinking???" he questions you rather seriously, but you can't help but find the worry lining his face so, so cute..

"aww, were you scared? did you feel your heart break at the thought of losing me for-ev-er~?" you tease, in a playfully lilting tone.

his grip tightens on your wrist, slightly before he raises his it upto his lips to .. gently kiss the inner side of it.. , "yes. but i wouldn't have let you leave. you really think that less of me? i'd have tracked you down even it meant scaling the entire galaxy."

oh. oh.

a/n : yeah. yeah. gonna sleep now i'll edit this later idk

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anton who’s love is like a breath of fresh air, who does anything in his power to put a smile on your precious face, who says you remind him of the water and ocean breeze, who gives you the most gentle and sweet kisses, who holds you close and strong to make sure you never leave his side, who treasures every memory with you, who smiles whenever you’re having fun even if he’s off to the side, who loves you like the earth loves the sun, anton who believes you’re like the air he needs to breathe.

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POLAROID LOVE - 성찬

pairing: sungchan x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k

theme: non-idol!sungchan, angst, slice of life, boyfriend au

warnings: mentions of food, cursing

inspired by arguments with riize by @wonbnz

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“I don’t want to see you ever again”

“Then you won’t”

The words echoed in your head like a siren. You and Sungchan rarely argued, but even if you did, it was never to this extent. It reached the point where you aren’t sure you are still a couple. You haven’t talked for two weeks.

You never meant the words you said, yet you also never expected Sungchan to leave. It was all a misunderstanding caused by high emotions and a battle between your hearts and feelings of pride.

At first, it didn’t even bother you. The argument was so strong the negative feelings stayed with you for at least a couple of days, and it wasn’t until you got to spend some time alone with your thoughts that you realized you were not happy with the situation. Still, you weren’t ready to contact Sungchan and were highly disappointed he didn’t try either.

But you missed him. You missed the sound of his laughter at everything you do, the smell of his perfume in every corner of your apartment, the excited screams every time he found the opportunity to compete with you even on the most mundane tasks, the smile on his face every time you woke up because of his kisses, the adoration in his eyes every time you spoke.

All of those things were a daily thing, and you never realized how important it is to you until now.

For the past three days, you tried texting and calling him, always checking your phone just to be met with a lack of response. He didn’t even post anything on social media and wasn’t even featured on his friends’ stories. You thought maybe he’s doing it on purpose or maybe he is just busier than usual. That would explain the peace your phone was experiencing.

You tried not to give it much thought (after all, you’re mad at him), but soon, disappointment turned into guilt and worry.

You were scared. You don’t know where he is, how he is, and if he is still your boyfriend. You don’t even know if he is alive.

Love doesn’t go away when something bad happens. Love never leaves, even when you’re sick of that person, even when your heart is shattered. Despite hurting each other more than you could ever imagine, you still love him. You still care about him and you still want to be by his side.

You couldn’t wait any longer.

But you had no idea where to find him. Sungchan is a wild card. After two weeks, he could be at the other end of the world and you would never know, and he didn’t owe you any explanation. After a whole day of thinking, your brain had offered you two options, and after another day, you decided on the more pleasant one.

Standing at the door with your arms crossed, you look around again before licking your lips. You could still change your mind, go back home, and hope for the man to be a man. Your heart definitely didn’t beat as fast when you were just thinking about it—the confrontation feels scarier than you would like to admit. You shake your head, tell yourself to ‘stop this bullshit and just do it’, and knock on the door. The silence following the knock feels much quieter and those few seconds feel like eternity. Just as you’re sure your soul is about to jump out of you and run away, the door opens and your heartbeat almost stops.

“Seunghan! Hi”

Not your target, but a good start.

You smile at him as he greets you with raised eyebrows, visibly shocked to see you. “Is… um, is Sungchan here?” The quiet voices coming from the apartment raise your hopes and your eyes almost plead for a yes.

“No, he went to play soccer with the guys,” Seunghan gulps at the disappointment on your face, “but come in! They should be back soon, besides, we haven’t seen you for a while.”

You wonder if it’s a good idea to spend time with his friends when you don’t know if you should add ‘ex’ in front of ‘boyfriend’ in Sungchan’s contact name, but as the boyish scent hits your nose when Seunghan opens the door wider, you decide to think less today.

You mutter a ‘thank you’ and enter the apartment.

Before you started dating, Sungchan spent every free moment he had with the boys there. You thought they all lived here together, but when all of them answered ‘it’s complicated’ when you asked, you chose to drop the topic. Even after you became a couple, Sungchan often offered to hang out there, saying he likes how you get along with his friends. You didn’t mind either. Sungchan has very good friends and interacting with them is fun. They welcomed you warmly in their circle, even saying they are on your side now (although you saw some terrified faces when Seungchan said they would beat Sungchan up if he did something to you).

As you take your shoes off, you notice Sohee and Anton playing games in the living room. You shyly walk towards them, not sure what to do or say. You don’t hang out with them without Sungchan around, and your current situation puts you in a more than awkward place.

“Hi,” you sit on the couch and press your lips together. They were quite startled when they noticed you after they paused the game, but the soft smiles on their faces reassured you a little.

The conversation started slowly. After some stutters and seconds of silence, the four of you eventually found your pace and soon the place was filled with soft laughs and lively topics. The boys did everything to entertain you—Sohee proudly showing his vocal talent during a karaoke session, a game of Just Dance with you stealing the show, a long hour of playing Mario Kart, and, of course, a big round of teasing Anton about everything you could think of. The effort put into all of the games caused your stomachs to cry for food, almost in unison.

“I’ll get some food,” Seunghan says, putting his phone on a coffee table.

“I’ll help,” you quickly follow him to the kitchen. You don’t expect anything extraordinary to eat, as this place hasn’t seen a woman for more than two weeks (unless something in the guys’ lives finally moved, or one of the moms visited—your brain rejects the thought of the worst possible option), so you’re not surprised when Seunghan prepares leftovers and snacks. You watch him shuffle around the kitchen and you think something to drink would be a good idea, so you get the glasses and pour coke in them.

As you close the cap, you hear a front door open and your body has to live on its own now. Your brain, heart, soul, everything stops when you hear male voices talking, one standing out to you.

He is here.

You don’t know what to do. The boys successfully took your mind away from Sungchan, to the point where you forgot why you’re here in the first place. You don’t know what to say to him, how to even face him. You don’t want the boys to feel awkward, but the tension between you is as clear as a summer sky, and you haven’t even seen each other yet. You stare at the bottle in your hands and squeeze it desperately when the voices get closer. Maybe there’s a way you can escape. Maybe if you’re fast enough no one will-

“Hey”

Too late.

You slowly turn around to face him and you think you may pass out. He’s standing at the entrance to the kitchen stiffly, looking as casual as ever, but to you, he’s the most beautiful human you have ever laid your eyes on. The oversized pants and tee, hair messed up by the wind outside, the uncomfortable stance. You don’t know if it’s just love or if you’re that desperate, but everything about him makes you forget all the sad things you said to each other.

“Hi”

A simple hey. A simple hey is all that makes you want to throw yourself on him with all your strength, see his smile and hear his laugh forever until you die, tell him everything you love about him and everything you see in him, even serenade him. Sungchan makes your insides explode with love and even though you feel like you’re on a cloud, you do nothing.

You two just stare at each other from a distance of at least three meters, not moving any muscle. You notice Seunghan and the food are no longer there, instead, most of the guys are chatting quietly in the living room, some of them secretly glancing at you from time to time.

You cannot handle the tension anymore, so you take a quick breath and ask “Can we talk after you shower?”

Sungchan’s mouth parts slightly when you speak and his stare softens a little, but he quickly collects himself. “Okay, go to my room” is the only thing he says before he leaves to go to the bathroom. You give a small smile and a nod to the boys looking at you weirdly and do as Sungchan says.

You walk into the room and the first thing you do is make his bed out of habit. You realize you don’t know if it’s appropriate anymore. You cover your mouth with your hands and sit on the bed, looking around.

It feels like ages since you’ve been here. You didn’t even realize how used you are to his presence until you stopped talking—thinking of that, what are you going to tell him? You were right about coming here, but your plan only reached seeing Sungchan. You left out the most important part, and now you don’t know what to do. Again.

Your eyes catch polaroids scattered all over his desk and you instinctively get up to see them. Your hands take one and as you stare, you realize.

These are all the polaroids from your dates. All the way, from the start of your relationship until today. You look at each of them and you hate the feeling of the sting in your eyes and nose.

Your first date, your first kiss, and the ice cream you accidentally dropped during it. The first time you visited each other’s apartments. Your first trip together, a competition on who can name more animals in the zoo. The gift you got him for his birthday, a game he had talked about for months. The flowers he bought for you because you had a bad day. Your first anniversary. The cupboard you accidentally broke at your apartment. The terribly done face mask he tried to put on his face. Celebrating New Year together. Sunset watching. The moment you said the three words to each other for the first time, and the hundreds of walks that brought you two closer each time just by walking next to each other.

“That wasn’t even my fault!”

“You’re a dick”

“And you’re a bitch, but I don’t tell you that every time I see you”

“Maybe you should! Maybe you should start talking instead of giving excuses like a fucking kid!”

You rest your head on the chair. You finally let all your emotions leave you as you sob quietly. Every important moment of your relationship is right in front of you and you’re letting it get crashed down by a stupid argument. You’re letting the main source of your happiness go just because you can’t communicate. You’re letting Sungchan go when dating him is nothing but a dream to you.

You lift your head up when you feel a hand on your back. When your eyes meet his, you throw yourself at him and hug him as if he is going to disappear at any moment. Your tears stain his shirt as you mumble countless apologies into his chest, sniffing and sobbing. His arms wrap tightly around your shaking body and he strokes your head in an attempt to calm you down. You clutch his shirt in your hands and weep even more when he starts whispering, “It’s okay.”

“I’m so sorry, I just… I saw these polaroids and I thought you were going to break up with me and I don’t want to break up because I love you and I was so stupid for starting all of this and I said all these things I didn’t mean and,” you stop when you run out of air.

Sungchan lifts your head up with his fingers and that’s when you notice his teary eyes. His gentle smile causes another stream of tears. He hugs you closer and gets the hair out of your face.

“I’m not breaking up with you because of one argument,” he says softly. “It’s my fault too. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you and I should’ve replied to your texts and calls. I’m sorry.”

You stay in each others’ arms, shaking and crying together, caressing each other, leaving little pecks and deep sighs until you both calm down. You pull out from the hug and you wipe your tears, he does the same. You stare at each other again, eyes shining from both tears and love.

Sungchan takes your hands in his and looks at you sincerely. “Let’s fix this. I love you.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod. “I love you too.”

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hii i love your racer wonbin one, so like can you do bestfriend wonbin who's crushing on the reader reacting to the reader that in a drunk state confessing at him? i'm so sorry if you couldn't understand what i'm trying to explain, english is not my first language but anyway thank you!! :D

AUTHOR'S NOTE thank you omg !! i added riize's dynamics to this too. hope you like this <3

##02:27 — best friend!wonbin

dim yellow light casting over sungchan’s living room. your head nestled in the crook of wonbin’s neck. his hands gently carding through your hair. the television playing a random show in the background. anton’s soft complains as eunseok teases him. shotaro’s giggles. blankets and pillows thrown messily all over the floor and sofa. an array of different-flavored soju bottles lining the cramped table. wonbin squirmed as your baby hairs tickled his neck. it was another weekly night out with your friend group.

your face felt hot and your world was spinning in circles. maybe you drank a little too much ? only a little. oh, your head was killing you.

you were teetering between consciousness and sleep. definitely leaning towards sleep though.

you wrapped your arms around wonbin, trying to get into a more comfortable position. “are you uncomfortable ? is my jacket bothering you ? do you want me to take it off ?” wonbin shifts to accommodate you. sungchan side eyes him and seunghan is suppressing his laughter.

oh, wonbin. wonbin, who would bend over backwards just for you. wonbin, who would drop everything in an instant if you called for him. wonbin, who always looks at you with such affection. those damn eyes of his. what are his eyes so shiny and pretty for ? and most importantly, wonbin, who is your best friend.

hopefully he’ll still be your best friend after what you’re about to do.

“i like you.”

anton spits out his drink. you hear eunseok hit anton’s back harder than required.

“what ? m-me ?”

now his face feels hot. you can feel wonbin’s body stiffen up. you think you can feel a wave of heat radiating from his body too, from how hard he’s blushing.

“yes, you wonbin.”

“ah, anton ! i just bought that pillow !” sungchan leaves the room, dragging his precious pillow along with him.

the others quickly follow suit, all muttering a stupid excuse to get out of the room. anton slips and almost falls on his way out. seunghan grabs him and pulls him along.

“oh uh…” wonbin trails off.

if you weren’t drunk right now, you think you’d have died of embarrassment already. why was he taking so long to answer ? if he didn’t reciprocate my feelings, he could have just said so.

“uhm i think uh…”

did he feel bad to reject you ? because you are his best friend ? or maybe were his best friend…did your confession ruin the friendship between the two of you ? your head was hurting too much for you to think.

you could hear sungchan asking anton for monetary compensation for the pillow.

it felt uncomfortable again, so you shifted your head.

“no wait ! sorry, please don’t leave ! i like you too.”

you lifted your head to properly look at wonbin. he has his eyes shut tightly…how cute.

“that’s good to hear,” you muttered drowsily as you laid yourself back in his arms.

“did he confess yet ?”

“$20, park wonbin will pussy out.”

“shut up sohee, i can’t hear them because you keep yapping.”

© cupidseok — do not copy / repost / translate my works

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My Words, Your Thoughts

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Smut | Soulmate AU, Friends-to-Lovers AU | 36k

Synopsis: As an introvert, you are familiar with the silence. Drowning yourself deep in your thoughts has been a habit you’ve become addicted to. Your life begins to change, however, ever since the day you turned twenty. Suddenly, there’s this song that’s stuck in your head, and no matter how much you yearn to hear your thoughts or be comforted by the silence, it keeps on playing. You only get to find the answer to your problem when a young, cute barista hands you a cup of coffee one day, with that song’s lyrics written on the side. And you realize that you’re not the only one who’s been hearing voices in your head.

Warnings: explicit sex, expletives, mentions of physical abuse and astraphobia (not for the main characters)

It’s weird. It’s so weird.

It’s weird that you’ve been hearing this song replaying over and over again in your head when you’re sure you’ve never listened to it before. It’s also weird because sometimes the song sounds like the ones you often hear about on the radio—complete with instrumental accompaniment and everything—but most of the time, it just sounds like someone is humming to it. Sometimes quietly, but more often than not, vehemently like they’re having a concert in the shower, not caring if the neighbors might hear.

As someone who rarely listens to mainstream music, you don’t keep up with the trend these days but the tunes are catchy enough that you think, maybe, it’s one of those Justin Bieber’s songs people always talk about. You’re not fond of it, though, so even if you’ve heard it somewhere in a cafe or a mall, there’s very little chance you’ll be humming it in your head.

And yet, it keeps on playing.

It gets worse when it goes on for a whole day—a whole fucking day—that your brain feels like it’s seconds away from bursting into pieces. It doesn’t even sound like your voice. It seems like it belongs to a male, a bit light and a pitch higher than most. Though it sounds pleasant, the voice is unfamiliar to your ears and that’s what bothers you the most.

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sungchan with a small s/o hcs? i'm literally in love with your works bye 😭

# WHEN THEY HAVE A SMALL S/O ; SUNGCHAN edition.

⚝ bf!sungchan x gn!reader | fluff | bf au ⚝ note ; i honestly had no idea how to write this at first lmao... but i hope it turned out fine and you like it! also thank you so much :(

he finds your height (or more on your lack of it) so fascinating

like ??? how are you the same age as him but barely four-fifths of his height ????

he loooooooves teasing you for it

he'll rest his arm on your head and go "hey, has anyone seen y/n?"

on days where he's in more of a teasing mood, he'll even run around your apartment in false panic thinking you're missing

but once you punch him in the stomach (affectionately) he'll stop <3

sungchan also finds your height really cute

seeing you clamber on a stool to reach the top shelves in your kitchen makes him giggle like a little kid

but he'll always be on standby to help you get things!!

which happens more often than you'd like to admit

despite your height, sungchan genuinely admires the way you stand up for yourself and others sometimes

like that one time you stood up for an elderly woman being harassed on the train

the dude was huge, buffer and taller than sungchan but you weren't even fazed

the furious glare of pure hate and anger you bore into that dude's eyes was what had scared him off

and he's seen that glare up and close and personal too

he's learned his lesson from that day on to not bother you when you're on your period

because of your difference in size, sungchan loves how you look in his clothes

you just might disappear into his hoodies, and he finds that adorable

will scream like a schoolgirl about how cute you are and smother you with kisses

calls you his teeny weenie baby because why not :p

but of course, there are times where you get insecure about your height

and sungchan immediately assures you that despite all his teasing, he thinks its one of the best things about you

reminds you that height doesn't really matter

and that you're his prettiest baby :(

© anton-luvr, 2023.

taglist: @wonbons @mxlly143 @keehobaldboy @shawyle @yenart

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pairing; sungchan x reader

genre; fluff, best friend to lovers

warnings; a little bit of cursing

note; i‘m going through a sungchan brainrot these days so i wrote this.. hope u will all enjoy it ♡ ̆̈

underneath the stars

in which you have a bad day and to cheer you up, your best friend sungchan takes you to his favorite spot…

it was one of those days where you feel like nothing in the world will ever make sense to you. the draining feeling inside of you just grows and grows and eats you up, but you can’t do anything to stop it.. you don’t know how to stop it.

usually, you get over this feeling pretty fast. you just push it aside (like all of your problems), but today, that isn’t working. instead, you feel like this feeling is at its peak.

of course your best friend sungchan noticed that. he always notices when something is wrong with you. it makes him sad whenever you’re like this… and he tries his best to come up with something that could maybe cheer you up.

“let‘s get out of here,” he slightly nudges your shoulder. “it‘s super boring anyway.”

“but it’s going to give us all the information we need for the science project,” you feel unsure about his suggestion.

right now, it’s almost 9pm and the two of you are sitting in some extra lecture at your university. it’s nothing special, just something to help you gain more knowledge for your science project (that you desperately want to do well in).

“oh c‘mon, i know your head is somewhere else anyway,” sungchan doesn’t give up.

of course, you think, he knows. he always does.

you sigh, giving into sungchans temptation.

he smiles, takes your hand and the two of you secretly leave the lecture.

sungchan knows exactly where he wants to take you. it’s his favorite spot and he‘s ready to share it with you, his favorite person.

when you arrive at his motorcycle, both of you wear the helmets that you’ve been carrying.

whenever sungchan and you have to be somewhere together, sungchan offers you a ride. of course you never decline because being on a motorcycle is a whole new feeling of freedom and you love it.

another reason why you love it is because you get to be so close to sungchan, holding him tightly while the wind blows in your face, making you forget about everything else.

which is exactly what is happening at this very moment. you have your arms wrapped around sungchan, he’s driving the motorcycle (looking so cool you wonder how that’s possible) and somehow the emptiness that you’ve been feeling all day is starting to fade.

after a little while, the two of you arrive. sungchan takes off his helmet and so do you.

you look around. complete darkness, nothing special around. you’re confused.

“this is where you wanted to take me?”

“we aren’t completely there yet,” sungchan gets off the motorcycle and puts his helmet down. “we have to walk a bit. we can leave the helmets here, no one is going to take them anyway.”

after putting your helmet down too, you guys start walking. you notice that you’re going uphill and it’s kind of making you feel tired.

“honestly, i would have rather stayed at the lecture than walk this path. it’s annoying.”

“it’s absolutely worth it,” sungchan grabs after your hand, basically pulling you along with him.

he’s much more energetic than you are, and the excitement to show you his favorite spot is making him feel even more alive.

suddenly, sungchan stops walking.

“we are almost there. you have to close your eyes now.”

“what? no i-”

“just trust me. close your eyes,” sungchan interrupts you.

you sigh, again. he just has a way to make you give in. you can never win against him.

you close your eyes, but sungchan doesn’t trust you (he fears that you will be peaking). he walks behind you and covers your eyes. finally, you guys start walking again but it only takes a few minutes until sungchan stops you.

he takes his hands off your eyes but he doesn’t move away, he’s still standing closely behind you.

“open your eyes,” he whispers in your ear.

you slowly open your eyes. the city view, that is presented in front of you with all its glory, makes you speechless. the city lights are bright, but not so bright that you aren’t able to see the stars (that are shining even brighter).

“it’s so beautiful,” you whisper amazed.

sungchan isn’t looking at the view. he has seen it more than a hundred times already. instead, he’s watching you with a smile on his face. “it truly is.”

“why did you never take me here before?” you turn around and almost fall into sungchans arms, that’s how close to you he was standing. you wanted to take a step back to create a bit of distance between the two of you, but sungchan grabs after your hand to stop you.

“i was waiting for the perfect opportunity. when i noticed how bad you were feeling today, i thought that maybe taking you to this place will cheer you up. i really hope it did because i don’t take just anyone to this spot.”

he looks nervous. “in fact, you’re the first and only person i’ve ever taken here, that’s how special this is for me.”

you can hear that he’s being sincere.. and it makes you feel so warm inside. your heart is beating so fast that you’re afraid it’s going to jump out of your chest.

“thank you,” you whisper, not being able to talk clearly because of how sungchan is holding you so close, how he’s looking deeply into your eyes, how his lips are looking so kissable…

“for taking me here. it definitely cheered me up.”

sungchan smiles. you love his smile.

okay, you breathe in. this is my chance.

“but there’s something else that could make me cheer up even more.”

you can’t believe that you’re about to do this, but honestly, it is time. you’ve been meaning to do this since the day sungchan left his family dinner to be there for you because you were having a mental breakdown (which was two years ago).

“shit, i knew i should have brought chocolate,” sungchan steps back, letting go of you. he scratches his head. “uhm, we can grab chocolate when we go back to the dorm.”

you laugh, grabbing sungchans arm and pulling him close to you again, so close that you can hear him breathe.

“no, idiot, not chocolate. think harder,” you say against his lips.

without wasting one more second, sungchan intertwines his lips with yours.

in this very moment, the draining feeling inside of you no more exists. nothing matters except sungchan and you, kissing underneath the stars.

and even though the stars and the city lights were shining brightly, nothing was shining more than sungchans eyes after the kiss, when he realized that you’ve given his favorite spot a whole new meaning.

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take my breath.

summary | lee donghyuck did not believe in ‘love at first sight.’ key word: did. he does now, but only because you happened to fall into his arms on the icy road in the narrow streets. you’re going to render him breathless from the countless times your smile takes his breath away.

characters | lee donghyuck x reader(f).

genres | fluff, romance, slice of life, strangers-to-lovers, meet-cute au, high school au, non-idol au.

warnings | profanity, me projecting my distaste for skinny jeans sorry hyuck ily, mentions of religion (hyuck is my fav church boy), he calls reader ‘princess’ :o like once tho lol, second-hand embarrassment,, mentions of jisung liking ive’s gaeul, not proofread so it’s probs all over the place sorry :P

word count | 5.5k.

37.5MHz | take my breath by nct dream ⋆ first love by sondia ⋆ lucky by exo.

it was time i had a more shy mc in my fics 💪💪 also this is me just projecting my dream meet-cute scenario that i always wish would happen during the damned winter lol!! ty all sm for waiting for this ep, i hope u enjoy ^^ ep.03 of my candy! miniseries, but it can be read on its own!

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#this is so #ugh #I'm so down for this #fic rec

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His dream came true🥺🥺

230913 beberexha instagram story update

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what the puck!

pairing: hockey player!donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, a crackfic turned way too serious lmao

word count: 11.6k

synopsis: you hit the university’s star hockey player with your car. shenanigans (and maybe even a little romance) ensue. 

author’s note: sorry i came back after almost an entire year and dropped this instead of anything people actually asked for teehee 😋 also i know nothing about hockey so none of the sports stuff makes sense pls kindly ignore <3 big shoutout to miss cat and moon for coming up with the only good parts of this fic 

warning(s): brief descriptions of injuries 

playlist: and july (feat. dean and dj friz) by heize ― mixtape 2003 by the academic ― chit chat by beach weather ― 1983 by neon trees ― fearless by taylor swift

part i. lee taemin once said his ideal meet-cute is a girl running him over with her car <3

First off, to set the record straight—

You are not a bad driver.

There just so happened to be a bad thunderstorm, and your windshield wipers happened to malfunction, and you happened to lightly tap someone with the front of your beat-up Toyota Prius. Honestly, the person probably did more damage to your car that’s one airbag deployment away from spontaneous combustion than the car could ever do to him. 

However, for some reason, the blurry figure that you can barely make out through the onslaught of rainfall doesn’t seem to be getting up off the ground. 

Hurriedly putting your car in park, you clamber out in a panic as water pelts you in the face like one of those super strong hoses set on sprinkler mode. Without even asking if the person is okay, you lift him up by the shoulders and shake him violently. 

“Oh my God, please don’t die! I literally can’t afford to pay for someone’s funeral right now,” you wail. 

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#i cried #i love this so much

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what the fuck

saxo cere comminuit brum

what the actual fuck

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LA VIE EN ROSE | mark lee

SUMMARY. How do you ruin your ex-girlfriend’s (whom you’re irrevocably in love with) wedding that you helped her plan for almost a year? Yeah… Mark’s not too sure either. But funny enough, these letters from said ‘future self’ know exactly how. 

GENRE. spin-off of seven letters! | soulmate!au | ex!au | wedding planner!au | fluff | angst

WORD COUNT. 15k+ words

playlist. ivy by frank ocean • dear april by frank ocean • never not by lauv • pluto projector by rex orange county • get to you again by mac ayres • frozen by sabrina claudio • focus by h.e.r • no song without you by honne • edition by rex orange county

NOTE: text that is in bold are from the letters!

author’s note. this is long over due lmfao. but here she is! finally! this is the second instalment for a collab i hosted last year Of First Snows and Soulmates happy reading~ 

taglist: @jae-bam​ @baekhyuns-lipchain​ @keemburley​ @huangberryyy​ @hyuckefi​ @chenrapika @sourirensoleille @sehunniepotwrites​ @give-seconds​ @infnteen​ @leetaeyonglover​ @adoreateez​ 

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#why did i find out about this only now #it's just endearing #fick rec #mark lee #mark x reader #mark lee x reader #nct #nct x reader

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i think the next completely unfaithful reimagining of the persephone myth should be a Taken-style action adventure where demeter viciously fights her way through the underworld to rescue her daughter

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"Poetry, beauty, romance, love: these are what we stay alive for" - Mr. Keating

I hate how Neil killed himself because his father deprived him of those values ​​Mr. Keating spoke of at the beginning and that are those who should keep humankind alive.

#dead poets society #dps #neil perry #mr keating

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P1Harmony Percy Jackson/ Heroes of Olympus head canons  - 1.8k

HAPPY PIWON DAY!!!!!!!  

*my contribution for Piwon’s 2nd anniversary, i can’t believe it’s already been 2 whole years like wtf time flew by!! Anyways, i was wanting to do something special for their anniversary so this is what i came up with, hope you enjoy <3

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