#svt drabble

[hoasvuon]

(10:02 PM)

seungcheol always looked forward to coming home after a long day. after all, what could be better than changing into his comfiest clothes, falling straight into bed, and cuddling with you to fall asleep?

since his work ended so late, by the time he'd get home, he'd be greeted with the usual sight of you already fast asleep in bed, clutching a camel plushie (it reminds me of you, cheolie! , you always said, smiling softly).

and no matter how hard he tried to keep you from stirring awake, he always seemed to know exactly when he even lifted the covers.

today, he had thought he was in the clear. he tiptoed into the room, his steps hushed in an attempt not to disturb your peaceful slumber. the dim light from the hallway spilled softly into the room, revealing the silhouette of your sleeping figure beneath the cozy blanket. carefully, he had untangled your hands from the tight grip they had on the camel plushie before slotting himself in that space. you had stirred a bit at the close proximity to another figure next to you but after pausing for a second, fell back into your usual slumber. slowly reaching across your waist, he attempted to pull you closer into him.

he quietly sighed in relief, thinking he had succeeded in his mission to slip into bed unnoticed.

however, a sleepy murmur escaped your lips as they blinked away the remnants of dreams, their eyes adjusting to the subtle glow of the room.

"cheolie?" you mumbled, voice drowsy yet filled with warmth. "Is that you?"

seungcheol winced, caught in the act. "yeah, it's me," he whispered, his fingers gently finding their way to intertwine with yours. "sorry, did i wake you up?"

a soft chuckle escaped your lips, and you shook your head. "no, just checking if my imagination was playing tricks on me. what time is it?"

he glanced at the clock on the nightstand, "a little past 1 am. i swear, i really tried to be quiet this time, but you're like a human radar for my presence."

you laughed softly, the sound twinkling in his ears. "you know I always notice when you come in late. how was your night?"

seungcheol sighed, the tension of the outside world melting away as he settled into the warmth of your shared space. "long. busy day. but being here makes it better."

you lifted your hand to brush his hair out of his eyes, before shifting over slightly to leave a soft kiss on his cheek, a silent reassurance that you were glad he was home. "i'm happy you're home baby. let's just go to sleep and get some rest. we can talk more in the morning, okay?"

he obliged, drawing you in with his arm wrapped around your hip, his fingers drawing figures absentmindedly along your side. the room fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound being your soft breaths, slowly rising and falling before syncing with his. in the stillness of the night, seungcheol couldn't help but feel grateful for these moments — the quiet exchanges, the warmth of your bed, and the simple pleasure of coming home to someone who made everything feel right.

as sleep gradually reclaimed you, seungcheol pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and murmured "goodnight baby." before letting sleep overtake him to his dreams to meet you again.

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[blue-jisungs]

partner privilege ♡

a/n. ohmigosh it took so long to write you don’t even know <\\3 but phew okay, let’s go! first svt ot13 thingy!!!

┆彡 SEUNGCHEOL [ 승철 ]

being a leader of 12 manchildren isn’t that hard itself; it’s the fact that he also has to deal with managers. with fml being released, soon they have to start working on their next comeback. and they always make decisions in a group, it’s was his personal choice to talk it all through with their manager. cheol struggled in their early days, often afraid that they will see him as a bad leader. after many years and ups and downs together he knew he can count on them but he never shared his worries. but once he’s home, he’ll plop down next to you; head on your lap. it’s quiet at first, the questions in his head trying to make sense. suddenly, words are flooding out of his mouth as you listen carefully. seungcheol opens up, sharing his worries with you. will carats like the next comeback? isn’t the choreography too hard? will he fit the concept? is the budget enough? you soothingly caress his hair and after he’s finished, seungcheol listens to your voice as you word out your point of view.

┆彡 JEONGHAN [ 정한 ]

you don’t notice it at first because well, there’s nothing to notice. you’re having a wonderful time playing with him and his friends, some kind of a tradition whenever they came over. it’s always fun, laughs echoing in the room when minghao loses his sanity (“those are the side effects of not meditating–!”) over vernon who, somehow, gets richer and richer in monopoly. “be right back, i have to pee!” you announced and skipped to the bathroom, your sudden statement catching them off guard. jeonghan looked around and quickly moved his part of money onto your pile. “yah! what’s that?!” hoshi stood up, pointing at him “you’re cheating!”. and that blows up a whole heated debate how come he doesn’t cheat when you’re playing with them… or rather, he’s helping you win the game. only you. and you’re not even aware, most of the time. jeonghan just smiled softly at you when you came back, failing to notice that strangely there’s an additional house on your possession and hoshi is deeply offended.

┆彡 JOSHUA [ 조슈아 ]

no one knows when this habit of his started, really. as a couple, it was normal between you two to share your food. joshua would feed you a bit of his meal during dates or such. but when it came to dining out with his friends, they noticed how he doesn’t even touch his food. the first bite is always saved for you. “y/nnie, try mine!” he hums on delight, moving his plate closer to you. and as you chew on the delicious meal, nodding in approval, joshua’s face lights up with pure joy and admiration. he’s willing to switch meals if you want to, without hesitation. if you don’t like the food however, he’s giggling and apologising as you dramatically fake a gag. it would take all of his friends’ willpower to prevent from fake gagging as well but in the end, it’s heartwarming to look at you two.

┆彡 JUNHUI [ 文俊辉 ]

it’s normal for both of you to ask for something. you usually hand him his clothes when he forgets to take then to the bathroom or he’ll grab your book and bring it to you. however when you’re with his members you can’t help but notice how jealous they get over it. “junnie, can you hand me a glass of water?” you ask suddenly. they all look at him suspiciously, expecting a snarky comment or plain ignorance. but jun stands up slowly and while walking next to you he boops your nose. “of course, baby” he hums and off he goes to the kitchen to bring it to you. coming back to reading your book, a smile lingers on your lips when their complaints reach your ears (“he didn’t even bring me a single drop of water when i begged him after our comeback practice?!”). he comes back, holding a glass of water and hands it over to you with the most caring expression on his face.

┆彡 SOONYOUNG [ 순영 ]

everyone was ignoring you, just being lovey-dovey in a corner. as soonyoung was loving all the attention, you squished his cheeks with a grin. “you’re so cute…” a hum left your mouth, followed by a giggle. he pulled you even closer, tilting his head “…like a hamster”. the whole room went silent, eyes turning towards you. everyone was expecting a sudden wave of shouts of protest and arguments proving he’s a tiger, not a hamster but… nothing. soonyoung just smiled wider, lips curling upwards. “how is that possible? how did she get away with that?” someone grunted and you chuckled again, placing a quick peck on his lips. because most of the time hoshi was your tiger but in soft moments like this soonyoung was your hamster.

┆彡 WONWOO [ 원우 ]

sharing clothes with his friends (usually mingyu) was something normal for wonwoo so it was only natural that he shared his clothes with you, his significant other, as well. however, things started to change as mingyu noticed wonwoo wasn’t so willing to lend him his clothes anymore. “no, i don’t really… i stopped borrowing others my clothes, i always ended up with lack of necessities” your boyfriend explained with a giggle, mingyu nodding understandably. but things weren’t adding up when mingyu noticed you wearing similar hoodies and t-shirts. “nonu, i’m taking your leather jacket!” you announced on your way out one day, grinning wildly. and suddenly it all made sense. wonwoo only allowed you to still borrow his clothes because of your scent lingering on them afterwards. and honestly, mingyu wasn’t even offended.

┆彡 JIHOON [ 지훈 ]

jihoon isn’t too big on skinship. everyone knows that. he doesn’t fully like it, sometimes it makes him uncomfortable. hoshi still remembers that one time when he got pushed a little too hard by him when he fell asleep on jihoon’s arm. but you… oh, you. he didn’t even notice that you falling asleep on him doesn’t bother him. in fact, he enjoys it. once asleep on his lap, he was trapped on the couch; sure, he could push you off but he didn’t have the heart to do so. whilst playing with your hair the most dramatic gasp reached his ears. “OH WHAT THE–?!” dino yelled out and it took one look from jihoon to make him quiet. the younger one left the room, sprinting to share the unusual gossip while (the gossip itself) woozi put a blanket over you, his heart overtaken by warmth.

┆彡 SEOKMIN [ 석민 ]

it’s no surprise that dokyeom inhales his food. whether it’s because he’s hungry or doesn’t want to share (which is more likely) or he has to be fast because with other twelve hungry men it’s either eat or be eaten. but it comes as a shock when you’re out with them, enjoying the meal and dokyeom suddenly offers you his food. “you want some?” he asks tenderly and when you nod, he’s handing you the plate. with heart in his eyes he’s watching as you munch on the food, a happy smile on your face. “delicious, isn’t it?” your boyfriend hums and you nod, ignoring the whines of but he never shares with us! in the background.

┆彡 MINGYU [ 민규 ]

as you entered the room you could feel the atmosphere was thick. seungcheol was pouting with his arms crossed and others were side eyeing mingyu. “baby, could you drop me off to the convenience store? my favourite snacks are–“ you started, unsure why everyone is now staring at mingyu. he just smiled sweetly and stood up, reaching to his pocket over to grab his car keys. chaos erupted, mostly yells of “but you just turned down to drop off seungcheol!”. mingyu not only gives you rides everywhere but also at any given time, let it be 2am because you’re craving mcdonald’s. you’re also his passenger princess – controlling the aux, opening windows whenever you like, etc etc. as long as you’re not creating any possible dangerous situations, you’re good. albeit, there’s one rule: his hand being attached atop your thigh.

┆彡 MINGHAO [ 徐明浩 ]

it’s not something extraordinary that the members tease him, they do that on daily basis on each other. especially during gose, nowadays that he stopped meditating. sure, it’s fun for his friends to tease and make fun of him but most of the time it ends up with him throwing snarky comments back or even smacking them. “look, look his nostrils are flaring!” seungkwan yelled out, causing a manic laughter from all of them. before minghao looked over at you, laughing too, he sent the younger one a deadly stare. “you look like a bull ready to attack!” you added, giggling. he rose his hand, all of them expecting him to smack you on the arm or push you away but put it on your arm instead he pulled you closer. he broke into a soft smile, gaze softening. “oh what the–“ seungkwan grunted, mouth agape and just like that, a switch has flipped again. with a thundering gaze aimed at seungkwan, hao soothingly rubbed your arm. your teasing never put him in a bad mood, quite the contrary: he found it actually amusing (and adorable, too)

┆彡 SEUNGWAN [ 승관 ]

your boyfriend coming home in the middle of the night was such a normal occurrence lately that once he opened the door at nearly 7pm, you thought it was a intruder. “oh hi kwannie, how was work today?” you ask and the answer is on his face. after a long day of variety shows and cracking jokes, he’s emotionally drained. it’s not like it wasn’t fun but it was exhausting being the entertainer. seungkwan plops down next to you, burying his head in your neck. there’s no need to be loud, yell or talk to the camera when he’s with you… he can loosen up. he allows himself to loosen up in your presence, not being worried about if he’s entering others enough. with your embrace surrounding him and your fingers gently playing with his hair, he even manages to snooze a bit

┆彡 VERNON [ 버논 ]

vernon is rather okay with people borrowing his stuff but it’s not like his friends didn’t want to… their styles differed, that’s all. but one thing he didn’t lend often is his beanies. they just his favourite accessory and besides, who would want to borrow a beanie? well, you apparently. the first time he realised that on a photo you posted on insta you’re wearing his beanie… he couldn’t help but to smile wildly. the thing was, he didn’t confront you about it. he enjoyed the way you sneakily stole his beanies and lately put them back in their place. one time he just bluntly took off his beanie and put it over your head, pulling it down so you wouldn’t see a thing. before you managed to pull it back, vernon was giggling and hiding his phone so you don’t delete the photos he just took. you took it as a sign that your little beanie thievery is okay with him.

┆彡 CHAN [ 찬 ]

he was pretty excited for the weekend: just him, his friends and you having a fun time at cabin near a lake that seungkwan found. but when on saturday morning, while he was on his way to the meeting point, you called with a raspy voice and sniffing every second his enthusiasm dropped. “i’m sorry channie, i won’t be able to make it. but you better go, have fun–“ you croaked out and didn’t waste a moment to take a sharp turn and go to your place. only after buying needed meds and some ingredients to make you a chicken soup, he called his friends you and him won’t go. they understood, of course, and wished you a speedy recovery. at first you complained he turned down spending his free time in longly awaited place but in the end you can’t stay mad at him. while he’s feeding you soup and throwing away all the used tissues; lee chan shows you that you’re his priority, even if that means sacrificing his spare time. nonetheless, time spend with you is never a wasted time (and he’ll stand by it, despite the sickness you accidentally passed to him)

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[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ'ꜱ ʜᴏᴍᴇ - ᴋ.ᴍɢ

» PAIRING : Kim Mingyu x F! Reader

» WORD COUNT : 1.1k

» GENRE : Smut

» SYNOPSIS : When Mingyu comes back from his business trip, he finds you all curled... Well with toys around you.

» WARNING/CONTENT : Daddy! Gyu, subspace, kinda agedup! Gyu, somnophilia, mention of sex toys, daddy kink, nicknames, reader is very needy, dirty talking, unprotected sex, fingering.

» TAGLIST FORM : Here ♡

FEEDBACKS AND REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!

Mingyu walks into the room, careful enough to not make a sound while setting his huge bag down. He walks over to your bed, your bedside lamp illuminating across the room, making your face look ever so pretty. Mingyu lets out a deep chuckle under his breath, internally cooing at the dried tears on your cheeks, knowing well enough what you were upto before you were knocked out to sleep. Your shirt – well basically his – barely covered your whole body, and there was a tossed vibrator by your side which quite explained for itself. 

   You feel the bed beside you dip, and your eyes flutter slightly. Mingyu draws a soft moan out of you as he lets his hands caress your sides. His hands glide down to your thighs, his long fingers almost covering them whole. “Mhm Wake up baby, daddy's home.”

   Your eyes fluttered open, and you were instantly met with the sight of Mingyu, with his hair all over his eyes and forehead. A sly smirk adorning his facial features while his minty breath hits you. 

   Your mind swiftly goes into a frenzy on realising the way he addressed himself in that deep voice. And soft low whimpers resonate through the room in no time blending with his loud breaths and the sound made from his fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. 

   “Daddy- hurts” You choke in between your whimpers, and your hands move to grasp onto his biceps. 

   Mingyu quickly shushes you softly, his lips meet the skin on your neck, finding your sweet spot in no time. His hands in between your thighs don't stop, “I know baby, missed daddy didn't you? Did you make yourself cum for me babygirl?”

   His words felt so normal yet so dirty, but like always, they made arousal seep out of you nonetheless. The pads of his fingers rub you ever so gently with a rough graze. Your skin felt hot against his yet the room was so cold, with the air conditioner on. 

   “N-No” You cry out, you barely noticed the way your mind settled into subspace. Being under him after so long felt so euphoric for you, the pleasure was soon swarming you and it was very much obvious from the way your body arched into him. 

   Mingyu knew your answer before the word pathetically slipped off your lips. His fingers spread your slick around messily, knowing well you were growing more and more impatient every passing second. He knew it would take less than two of his fingers pounding inside you to bring you down completely at his mercy, begging for his cock desperately without another thought in your head. 

   Mingyu hadn't removed his vest, but his tiddies surely looked handfull in front of your eyes. Your hands fumble to hold onto him and touch him, but your hazy mind could barely figure he was still completely dressed causing you to whine loudly not knowing what to do. “Daddy, w-wanna touch you- p-please” 

   If Mingyu had recorded how you sounded everytime he fucking you dumb, you would put yourself under ground from how pathetic you sounded for the man hovering over you. But Mingyu didn't care, in fact, his cock twitched every time you begged and whimpered due to his touch, slick leaked out of his cock staining his boxers while hearing the way you babble about how good he felt inside you. 

   Your words have Mingyu retreating his hands in seconds to hastily undo the buttons, cause – what his princess, his princess gets. And before you know it, his half naked figure is hovering over you. 

    Your lips swiftly latched onto the soft skin of his neck like it knew exactly where it belonged. Mingyu could only huff out a smile at that, cooing at how you seemed to love having your hands all over his body. His fingers are back on your cunt, rubbing harshly over it. “You're so wet baby, you're dripping so much, you feel that?” 

    Mingyu had every single clue that none of his words reached you properly, just moving over your head like it was nothing. Your brain could not comprehend any of his words, giving him all the access over you. But you truly had to say, from your past lovers, no one made you feel like Mingyu did. The trust you had in him, the way he gave you everything your horny brain asked for, the way he would not leave you unsatisfied even if you had been a brat to him and the way his cock filled you up till you saw white. 

   His fingers curl up inside you and the action has you convulsing around him as your orgasm within seconds. Mingyu grunts under his breath, his fingers helping you ride out your orgasm while your nails dug into his back. 

   Your mind completely shuts off when you feel his tip poking at your hole, his girth stretching you already. Your hands move to hold onto Mingyu's shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh leaving behind crescent shaped marks. “Fuck baby, I haven't even entered yet, did daddy have such an impact on you already?” 

   ‘Daddy daddy- in- please’ were the only words you could get out of your head, or the only words Mingyu could comprehend from your incoherent babblings. 

   “Mhm baby, I'm gonna stuff you with my cock alright?” He gave no mind about the way your legs wrapped around his waist in an instant as his cock sank into you. The burning sensation between your bodies increases as your eyes roll back in pleasure. Mingyu throws his head back at the way your walls hugged his cock, loving the way your pussy was just made for him to snuggle his cock in. 

   “Fuck I love this pussy so much baby, y'know that? I could fuck you every day and night like this till you could only babble about how good daddy feels inside you.” 

   His length retreats from your hole just a few inches before his hips are thrusting forward to slap against your ass cheeks as his cock hits deep inside you. Your hold tightens on him, phrases of ‘daddy’ and ‘s-so good’ mindlessly fall off your lips in between your loud moans which bounce off the glass windows. 

   Mingyu finally gives into his urge and he grasps your thighs, pressing them down on your chest with barely any effort before letting his hips smack against your ass over and over again at an animalistic pace. You could barely notice before you were clenching and pulsating around his cock as you came hard. 

   “Fuck, I barely even started baby, already cumming around daddy's cock are you?” Unlike the usual times, he did not slacken his thrusts, instead picking up his pace causing you to bury your head in his chest. God you were in for a long night. 

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[gyuwoncheol]

Seungcheol is the embodiment of that “when I tell you to sit on my face don’t just hover, f’ing sit on it” quote you can’t convince me otherwise ☺️

TW: oral sex (f. receiving), face sitting, pussy drunk! Cheol, dirty talk, use of pet names. 18+ only (MDNI).

Note: Anon, what have u done.

Tagging @multi-kpop-fanfics because i definitely was not plotting (luv u 😘)

“Princess, sit down.”

“I am!” You argue back, looking down at the face sandwiched in between your legs. Seungcheol’s blonde locks were sticking out in awkward places, his lips puffy from all the making out and pupils blown out it was almost all black.

“No, you’re not. You’re hovering!” He stated matter of factly. His large hands came to wrap around your things before pulling you down closer to his mouth but you resisted, anchoring yourself on the headboard.

Cheol’s never asked you to do this and when he mentioned it in the heat of the moment, you breathlessly said yes, but now that you’re actually here, you’re almost sure you’re going to suffocate him.

“Fuck,” you sucked in a deep breath when his wet tongue licked a bold stripe from your hole to your clit, making the filthiest slurping sound known to mankind.

“Feel good, baby?” You nodded with eyes shut, “it’ll feel even better if you just. sit. down. properly,” your boyfriend fought, annoyance in his tone.

“Cheol!” You shrieked when you felt your pussy envelope his mouth fully, lifting yourself up in haste but to no avail, “what if I suffocate you and you die?!”

A drunken smile graced your boyfriend’s features, “then that’s the best way to go.”

“Choi Seungcheol! I am serious! I don’t want to kill you!”

“And I’m fucking serious too! You won’t kill me, trust me okay?” There was a momentary look of softness and assurance on his face, letting you know he knew what he was doing and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen. But that look quickly morphed back to a scheming one, complete with an eyebrow raised at you. “Now, sit the fuck down, or I will tie your hands behind your back.”

#i love getting thots like these! they help avoid the writers block #seungcheol smut #seungcheol drabble #scoups smut #scoups drabble #paula writes✨ #svt drabble #svt smut #paula writes smut #answered asks #⚡️ anon

[hanniedream]

thinking about co-worker wonwoo slow burn au where he's kinda mean blunt and cold and doesn't talk to anyone about anything other than work but he always seems to be slightly kinder towards you and everyone sees it but you (you think he's just shy and quiet and that he's not this mean person everyone thinks he is but it's really only bcs he's somehow always softer when it comes to you). never attends company gatherings unless he knows alcohol would get involved bcs he somehow knows you always get extra excited during these events and will end up drinking beyond your limit (it's totally not bcs he overheard your friends talking in the pantry about how you got shitfaced at a dinner once and was left to find your way back by yourself bcs everyone else was also drunk) and he wants to make sure you get home safely. ofc his excuse would always be "it's on the way" — not that he owes anyone an explanation, and if someone else tries to hitch a ride saying their place is close to yours his answer would always be "sorry, car is full ". would somehow always be seated quietly next to you for the entire event and doesn't engage in the conversation happening around him. he isn't trying to hide his growing feelings for you whenever someone points out how he treats you differently than how he treats others though, he's actually genuinely confused as to what's happening to himself and what all these strange emotions he's experiencing actually meant.

#if there's smthg like this that alr exists please send it my way #and if it doesn't somebody write it please #bcs i will eat that shit up so quickly #seventeen drabble #seventeen au #seventeen imagine #seventeen scenario #svt au #svt drabble #svt imagine #svt scenario #wonwoo au #wonwoo drabble #wonwoo imagine #wonwoo scenario #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #wonwoo fluff #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #svt x you #svt x reader #wonwoo x you #wonwoo x reader

[eoieopda]

table for two | lsm

seokmin thinks recovery looks beautiful on you.

pairing: lee seokmin x reader au: established relationship, slice of life genre: fluff, hurt/comfort (sort of?) type: drabble | 860 words rating: pg-13 — minors still do not have my consent to interact. content: gn!reader; reader’s physical appearance is not described in any way; seokmin is the best of all boys; food/beer mention + consumption; seokmin’s pov. tw: reader is referenced to be in recovery (implied to be for an unnamed eating disorder) ! there are no depictions of disordered eating; however, seokmin thinks about things reader no longer does ! specifically, this references the absence of past distraction tactics (pushing food around plate, picking up a bite and setting it back down during conversation) ! seokmin notes that reader sits with him for over an hour after eating, rather than disappearing (reference to implied history of purging) ! a/n: this is deeply, deeply, deeply personal. i wrote this because i need comfort; and i am posting it publicly in case it can be source of comfort for someone else. it is based on my personal experience and may not be reflective of any other person’s experience. please review the tw’s and skip this drabble if you believe any part of this will make you uncomfortable or unsafe. if you are based in the u.s., this website has resources that may be helpful for you. multi permanent taglist. seventeen permanent taglist.

Seokmin is at the stove with a wooden spatula in hand when he feels your arms slither around his waist. The warmth of your cheek presses into the space between his shoulder blades, just like the tiny, contented sigh you breathe out. Without the sizzling pan in front of him, he might’ve given into the urge to go boneless; to melt into your hold, like marshmallow over a campfire.

Gooey may not be glamorous, but it’s the best way to describe how he feels around you.

“What are you making?” You mumble from behind him, curiosity evident despite how muffled your words are

He bites his lips to keep from grinning. Really, he doesn’t want to make it a big deal, but it is. This might be the first time you’ve ever asked him that question with interest, rather than carefully-cloaked dread. The first time you sound genuinely eager.

If his heart gets any warmer, it’ll burn his —

“Dakgalbi!” And even though you can’t see him do it, Seokmin wiggles his eyebrows for emphasis as he lilts, “With a special ingredient.”

You pull your cheek from its resting place, thankfully without removing your arms. He cranes his neck to meet your eyes over his shoulder just in time for you to snort, “Love?”

Well…

Honestly, it’s no surprise that you catch his cheesy joke before he can properly drop it. He’s cast this line at you a million times before — and that’s a conservative estimate. 

Seokmin paints on an exaggerated frown, blinking his wide fake-offended eyes back at you. “My halmoni’s kimchi,” he says through a pout.

You nod appreciatively, then you kiss the pout right off his face, leaving Seokmin to wonder if you’re really talking about fermented cabbage when you sigh, “The best there is.”

The distraction you create is more than welcome, but the dish he’s neglecting starts sputtering in an ominous way that demands immediate attention. Reluctantly, he turns back around to stir. Even more reluctantly, you withdraw your arms from him; your soft footsteps pad off somewhere he can’t see.

Then, he hears a cabinet open.

Then, the distinct clink of two bowls being lifted from the shelf.

Two bowls, Seokmin notes, and he’s unable to fight off a grin this time.

Once the chicken and sweet potatoes are thoroughly cooked, you reappear at his side with two bowls at the ready. Two portions are doled out carefully to avoid spilling any sauce on the counter, then two pairs of chopsticks replace the wooden spatula in his hand.

You sit together at your small kitchen table, and it feels natural now, like this is something you’ve always done. It’s not; it’s a recent development, but there’s an ease to it all now that wasn’t there before.

Seokmin’s instincts tell him to be cool about it. To not stare lovingly at you, as much as he may want to, because that spot-lighted attention would freak him out, too. But even without watching outright, he notices the thousand little hard-fought changes.

When you pick up a large bite of chicken between your chopsticks, you don’t distract with a question or joke just to set the bite back down, undetected. You chew that bite, making some thoroughly delighted sound, and then you take another one.

You don’t push the food around in your bowl, either, but eat your fill from it. Once you do, you don’t disappear. Instead, you stay put, laughing through the rest of the hour while Seokmin eats his first and second servings. You’re present, accounted for, and best of all, happy to be here.

This isn’t the first meal you’ve spent like this — Seokmin trusts implicitly that it won’t be the last — and yet he still feels pride bubble up in his chest in a way that makes his tear ducts tingle. Again, he reminds himself to be cool about it. He clears his throat, as if it’s the gochugaru affecting him and not his admiration for you, and he takes a sip of the beer you decided pairs best with the stir-fry.

Licking the excess foam from his lips, Seokmin sets his glass down and looks up at you. The echoing sip you take is earnest, rather than performative, and it’s followed by a sigh that sounds relieved.

“I love you, you know,” he states plainly.

I’m so fucking proud of you, he implies.

“I know.” You shrug, then the nonchalance gives way to a giggle. Your shoulder knocks gently into his before you lean closer and rest your head there. “Ditto.”

Seokmin rests his cheek against the top of your head. His eyes flutter shut in the comfortable silence that follows, too full and content to even think of doing dishes.

After spending a few minutes that way, you speak again — softly, because you know he startles easily: “It’s supposed to rain tomorrow.”

“Oh?” He asks without a clue where this train of thought is heading.

“Perfect pajeon weather. We should make some, don’t you think?”

What Seokmin thinks is that recovery looks beautiful on you.

Nodding minimally to avoid shaking your head along with his, he agrees, beaming all the while. “Perfect indeed.”

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[jaehymrk]

happy birthday, seungcheol.

you stared at your boyfriend looking left and right to check if you were walking toward his direction; failing to spot you. seungcheol pouted, frantically typing into his phone.

cheolie: when will you be here?

cheolie: i have been waiting for ten minutes already. you should have told me that you will be late, babe.

seungcheol was not waiting for ten minutes when you had been waiting for the man for half an hour, in a cafe across from his building, for him to get off work but you let him go easy, only today out of all.

sipping down the lemonade, you picked up the cake and grabbed the string of the balloons to not make the surprise be more flashy than it already is. your hands were busy with cake and holding onto the strings, you were not able to accept the call from your boyfriend, who had his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

you paused, tying the string onto the hook of the cake box. you called back your boyfriend, speeding your steps toward the child-baby. "you must have missed me a lot." you teased, your eyes not leaving the man who had his pout evident regardless of the distance.

"it is my birthday and it is you who did not miss me enough." he complained, eyeing left and right again. seungcheol groaned in frustration now, not seeing a glimpse of you when you had already texted that you were closeby.

"i miss you everyday, today can't be special like that." you said, crossing the road to get to the other side, to his side. seungcheol had lightly dressed into dress pant and dress shirt, making him look extremely devourable in your eyes. you shamelessly stood, checking your man out from a distance. "it is my birthday, baby. my birthday. i am allowed to feel special than yesterday and more than tomorrow." he glanced upward at his workplace building, considering ways to kill time away.

you took big steps, standing still behind him. "well, how about now?" you whispered into his ear, cutting the phone. seungcheol flinched, turning to see you with huge balloons of the number '28' on display.

he giggled wholeheartedly, you instantly cooed him, embracing the man of the day. "happy birthday, my love." you pecked his cheek, repeatedly not letting go his neck. he had his big smile on his face, his hand wrapped around your waist.

you retrieved back from the hug to glance at your boyfriend that you missed. your eyes swam around his thick eyebrows, soften eyes, pointy nose and his full lips. with months of dating, his face still makes your heart race like the first time you saw him. it comes within the package of dating seungcheol, you admitted.

"what are you thinking about?" he asked, taking your handbag from you to hang on his neck comfortably, and holding his own cake in his hand. "how beautiful the man of my dreams is." you answered easily. there was nothing to be ashamed about. seungcheol is that sweet dream that you wish upon every candle, and every full moon.

"let's go, the restaurant is nearby too." you laced his finger with yours, pulling him to the direction. he nodded his head, obediently following the lead.

you once saw teppanyaki grills and fell in love with the service. every once in awhile, you had wish to bring seungcheol there to enjoy the ambiance and talk the whole night. today, on a special day, you decided to become the top tier girlfriend to reserve the restaurant for a few hours.

"you will love this, i promise you," you squeezed his hand in assurance. seungcheol was rather nervous of not being able to give the reaction you were hoping from him than your choice of restaurant. "i will love anything you choose, you do not have to worry about that, babe." he reassured you, squeezing your hand back.

he tilted his head, as you quickly ran behind his back letting his hand to go to blindfold him. "do not worry. we will not explore that type of exhibitionism from me." you said, giggling at your own words.

down the stairs toward the restaurant, you slowly lifted his blindfold. the whole restaurant was covered with balloons on the ground while some balloons filled with helium touching the ceiling. before he could ask a question, the staff of the restaurant gathered around seungcheol and you while singing happy birthday. seungcheol gripped tightly onto your arm, taking steps away to get out from the crowd space that the staff were making.

you held onto his hand. "what are you doing right now with this . . like this. thank you really, i love this. i love you but really, this is your plan?" he begged for answers.

"babe, i am flaunting you." you winked.

happy birthday, choi seungcheol.

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[savventeen]

thinking about a jihoon whose biggest love languages are quality time and acts of service.

a jihoon that's never been one for physical comfort and never really knows what to say or when to say it and who's always had trouble knowing what kind of material things other people might like.

he's always felt like the kind of person who loves quietly, sometimes so quietly he isn't sure anyone can hear it.

but oh, oh, do you hear it.

you hear it when you find an extra bento box in the fridge that just has a sticky note with a lopsided smiley face drawn on it. you hear it when he silently joins you on the opposite side of the couch and watches the rest of the shark documentary with you at 2 in the morning. you hear it when you complain about being too tired to do the dishes that night and you wake up to an empty sink and wiped-down countertops and a well-swept floor. you hear it when you say you're going out for coffee and his quiet "i'll go with you" is drowned out by the noise of you tripping over the shoes you left in the doorway. you hear it when your hands can't stop shaking and he quietly places his cordless headphones over your ears before sitting down at the keyboard and playing song after song after song until your chest no longer feels like it's filled with empty, infinite, crushing void.

he thinks his love is quiet, but to you, to you, his love is so fucking loud it's like he's screaming it from the rooftops — an endless sonata that you'll always be able to hear.

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[cheolism]

towards the sun

✧ choi seungcheol x reader

✧ summary: sometimes you wonder if seungcheol will one day regret being tied to you.

✧ wc is approx 2k

✧ warnings/tags: angst and comfort, insecurities. mentions of depression, anxiety. seungcheol talking abt his own struggles with depression. quiet anger, crying. seungcheol loves you sm and spoils you accordingly. childhood sweethearts, promise rings. you two worship each other <3 tons of metaphors.

✧ request: if you have the time can i please request for an argument drabble with cheolli? please make it angst with a fluffy fluff ending:))))))

✧ i hope you like this, anon!!! i couldn't fit in fluff at the end, but it's comfort and sweet. i know you asked for a drabble, but it sort of?? ran away from me?? i hope you enjoy nonetheless!!! <3

All night you had sat near the wall, watching your boyfriend socialize. Seungcheol was constantly moving, face bright as he talked to longtime friends and new ones, family members hugging him and congratulating him. 

 You drank your water steadily, trying to get that bitter taste out of your mouth. It had persisted ever since Seungcheol came home, brilliant and bright and shining. He was like a light amongst the crowd, a star amongst the ordinary. 

And you were part of that ordinary. 

He had risen so high. Seungcheol had flown towards the sun, fearless and accomplished. He hadn’t meant to leave you, hadn’t meant to leave you on the ground, but that’s where you stood; watching him fly away, stranded. 

When Seungcheol finally returned to your side, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into him, despite all the thoughts that poisoned your mind and heart. He wrapped an arm around you, pressing you to his side. He was warm, as Seungcheol always was, warm from the heat of the sun and the satisfaction of flying so close to it. 

“I’m thinking we should head out,” he murmured, voice deep in your ear. He brought his other hand, the one not hugging your waist, up and brushed your hair from your face. Seungcheol’s eyes were sweet as they looked at you, soft with his adoration of you. “Don’t you think so, baby? It’s getting late.”

“Don’t you want to talk a bit more?” You asked, glancing about the room. People were still arriving, taking off their coats and scarves, cheeks aglow with the bite of winter. “You haven’t seen some of these people in forever.”

Seungcheol shrugged, humming as his finger traced the curve of your cheek. “I’ve always thought that if someone really wants to see you, they’d make an effort. You know more than half of these people don’t really care about me.”

You frowned at him, hating the thought. You found it hard for anyone to not care about him, not when his heart was so large and welcoming, when he was Choi Seungcheol. You loved him with every fiber of your being, loved him even when he flew to the sun and your feet remained on the ground, so how was it anyone had the ability to feel otherwise about him? 

Seungcheol laughed softly at your incredulous look. “Come on, baby. Let’s get some soju from the convenience store, some ramen. We can drive out of Seoul, look at the stars.”

Leaving the event was tricky. Even as he was helping you into your coat, even as he slid your fingers into your gloves and made sure they weren’t bunched awkwardly, people were stopping him. They glowed just from speaking to him, as if his stardom was enough to ignite them. 

Eventually the two of you made it out to the car, a sleek black thing that Seungcheol treasured. He tried not to be materialistic, not when the two of you came from families where your parents left you with your grandparents, heading off for long work days, each blinding into the one before it. But he couldn’t help himself. Sleek cars, branded clothes for the both of you, a promise ring, rosegold band lined with small peridots on your finger; a matching watch band for him, your birthstones surrounding the watch face. 

The car came alive with a smooth, deep hum. You couldn’t look at Seungcheol, staring down at your ring. 

Seungcheol was a man far above you in all aspects of the word. Once the two of you had stood side by side on the ground, your childhoods spent running from one house to the next, your grandmothers wearing matching, knowing smiles. But then he had left for the city, his dreams so big and bright, promises to return heavy on his tongue and weighing down on your heart. 

And he had returned for you. You had waited for him, both feet on even ground, but now you couldn’t help but think. 

Did you belong? Did you belong in this sleek black car with your ordinary desk job? Did you belong on his arm, when he shined so brightly and you blended amongst the crowd? 

Seungcheol pulled onto the interstate, fingers drumming on the wheel. Once he got into a comfortable pace, he removed one of his hands and moved it to your thigh. He grabbed your hand, thumb running over the ring absentmindedly. 

His nails were so perfect, you thought. Clean and manicured, trimmed. Your own were uneven, chewed with specks of dirt underneath them. 

You moved your hand from his, clenching your hands together. You shifted back in the seat. 

“Baby?” Seungcheol asked, glancing over at you. “What’s wrong? You tired?”

“It’s --” You sighed, looking out the window. Darkness had long descended on the city, traffic on the highway loose. “It’s nothing.”

There was a temporary silence. “I don’t think it’s nothing. Come on, baby.”

“Do you think we’re right for each other?”

As soon as it left your mouth, you regretted it. You wanted to reach out and grab the words from the air, throw them out the window. They felt so wrong. They felt wrong once you said them, real and tangible. They weren't just your silly thoughts anymore. 

He was quiet beside you. But you weren’t foolish enough to think that he had forgotten about it, that he was ignoring it. That wasn’t who Seungcheol was. 

“I want you to say that again,” he said, voice heavy. “Say that again.”

You felt like crying. How horrible you were. Seungcheol had a wonderful day, surrounded by people who loved and adored him, and here you were. Ruining it with your venomous words. 

“I just --” You broke off, throat thickening with the weight of your words. “Won’t you regret this?”

He was quiet again, though this time it was a baffled, agitated sort of silence. A car roared past you. He tapped his finger against the wheel. “Since you seem so knowing on the subject,” Seungcheol began, his voice tense, “why don’t you enlighten me further on my regrets.”

You took a deep, shuddering breath. The stars were completely hidden by the city. Your tears rose up, stinging at the corner of your eyes. “It’s just. We’re so different.”

“We’ve always been different. I don’t see why it matters now.”

You sniffled, ashamed of yourself for causing his voice to harden like that. Seungcheol didn’t yell at you, not after witnessing you flinch back from him once as teenagers. Still, the hardness in his voice, the absolute void of any affection and emotion, made you feel as if you had been yelled at. 

Disappointment, you found, was just as bad as anger. 

“We were kids,” you said.

“Oh, so now that we’re grown it suddenly matters? What the fuck, Y/n. What the fuck is this? What are you trying to say? That these past years haven’t mattered? That we don’t matter? That I don’t matter?”

“No,” you began feebly. “I just --”

Seungcheol interrupted, his red-hot anger slowly beginning to bubble up and out of his mouth. “This is so -- what? You’ve suddenly decided that we’ve wasted the past twenty-five fucking years of our lives? That suddenly because we’re grown that it makes everything fucking invalid?”

“Seungcheol,” you whispered, speechless. 

“I’m so fucking mad at you.” Seungcheol announced. He glanced behind him before turning on the turning signal. Seungcheol merged off of the highway, onto an exit. “I can’t fucking. So everything you’ve ever said to me doesn’t matter?”

Finally a sob, loud and ugly, erupted from you. You pressed your hands up to your face, obscuring it from him. You were shaking. Your heart was bleeding, it felt like. “I love you,” you sobbed, “I just don’t know what to do when you’ll stop loving me.”

He was quiet, the car following a curve off the exit. When the car straightened out, his hand appeared on your thigh. Seungcheol squeezed it once before moving his hand again, grabbing your arm. His hand slid up your arm, wrapping around your wrist. Seungcheol moved your hand from your face, sliding to hold onto your fingers, ignoring the wetness from your tears. 

“You can’t,” he began, voice thick with emotion. “You can’t decide that for me. You can’t suddenly decide that I’ll stop loving you. That’s not -- Baby, that’s so unfair.”

You sobbed again, nodding against your hand. He pulled into a gas station, putting the car in park. Seungcheol undid his belt, turning to you. He reached out, taking both of your hands. “I want you to tell me what’s going on, baby. Give it to me straight.”

You sniffled. You reached up, removing your hand from his to rub at your nose. Seungcheol tsked at you, reaching into the glovebox and removing a tissue. He gently pressed it against your nose, wiping. 

“Come on, baby.” He muttered. His eyes were so wide, shining with unshed tears. “Let me see what’s going on inside that head of yours.”

You took a deep, shuddering breath. “It’s just -- Seungcheol -- you’re so amazing.”

He blinked, not quite following. 

“You -- you make more money in a month than I do in a year,” you went on, refusing to look at him. “Everyone knows your name. You’re -- you’re amazing and brilliant and famous, and I’m so ordinary and dull and work at a desk.”

Seungcheol let out a loud sigh, one of his hands moving to brush at your cheek and remove some of the tears there. “You know how stupid that sounds?”

“I know!” You sobbed, nodding. “It’s so fucking stupid but I can’t stop thinking about it. Seungcheol --”

He leaned fully over the center console, as close as he could get to you. He wound one arm around your shoulders, bringing you into him. “Baby. You are the most beautiful, brilliant, spectacular, amazing, perfect person in the world.”

You shook your head against him, but he sank one hand into your hair and stopped you. “Listen to me, Y/n. You are. You are so perfect. Do you remember the last tour? I couldn’t even make it through Japan. And I was so, so angry. Angry at myself, angry at my brain. But you weren’t. You just held me, loved me. Even though I felt so fucking ugly, you loved me like I was someone worthwhile. And baby --” 

He pulled away, his fingers swiping at the tears beneath your eyes. “I’m telling you right now. You’re fucking worth it. You’re perfect, and beautiful inside and out, and even if you weren’t you still would be because you’re mine. You’ve been mine since we were five and scaring my big brother with worms. You were mine when I left for Pledis. You were mine when you began college, when I came home from that tour. 

“You were mine, just like I’m yours. You’re still mine, I’m still yours. I will never, ever, regret this. I will never regret you.” He sniffled, and when you met his eyes they were slightly red. He was such an ugly crier, you thought, but still you couldn’t help but think he was the most beautiful person in the world. “Every single fucking day I wake up and think of how blessed I am to have you by my side. Whether you work in a desk or fucking -- if you decide to be a damn professional table tennis player. You’re mine, and I’m keeping you.”

You nodded, sniffling once more. “I’m sorry, Cheol.”

He shook his head. Seungcheol pitched forward, pressing his mouth to your hairline. “Don’t be, baby. Just promise me the next time you start thinking like that, you’ll tell me.”

“Cheol --” 

“I know,” he interrupted, though not unkindly. “I know how hard it is. But you’re mine, and you know how I like to take care what’s mine. I can’t do that if you’re not telling me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.”

You swallowed, a deep sigh leaving you. “I love you, Seungcheol.”

“I love you,” he returned, as easily as breathing. "Now let's go get some drinks, some ramen, and then we'll go home and cuddle in bed. Okay?"

You pressed a kiss to his chin, breathing in the smell of his expensive perfume and aftershave. "Okay."

Seungcheol might have flown to the sun, might glow and shine like a star; you might be standing with both feet firmly on the ground, squinting against the sun, watching as he took off. But the thing was, you would come to realize, that no matter how far Seungcheol flew, no matter how close to the sun he got, he would always come back to you.

Always.

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[hoasvuon]

(12:31 AM)

jeonghan never used to understand why anyone would want to leave the house after 11 pm. after all, his days were so long and all he wanted to do after work was lay down, drown himself under a pile of blankets, and go straight to bed.

plus, eating so late at night meant his body would have to spend even more time to digest the food late at night, and he would have to wake up bloated and still half full. which meant that often times, he would skip dinner, opting simply to crawl into his bed and rot away until the next day. i'll just deal with it tomorrow by eating extra well at breakfast and lunch, he'd always tell himself.

that is, before he met you.

now his nights were filled of random adventures, running with you to the local convenience store to grab kimbap and ice cream, or to the stand down the street that sold udon noodles at nearly all hours (hannie try some it's so good!).

and tonight was one of those lucky nights. around 12 am, jeonghan woke up to you softly tugging on his sleeve. still half asleep, he simply pulled you in closer and tucked your head into his chest before kissing the top of your head.

"what's wrong baby", he mumured, lips still planted on your head.

"hannie ... on a scale of 1 to 10 ... how mad would you be if i told you i wanted kbbq" you whispered.

finally opening his eyes, he saw you staring up at him, eyes wide with a small, hopeful smile on your face.

"negative 1, you know i'm always down for whatever you want" he replied.

you shot up in bed, clapping your hands quietly. "oh i'm so excited! i was worried you'd be mad, or worse, not want to go! ok let me grab my hoodie and we can go, ok?" you said hurriedly.

jeonghan looked at you from the bed as you flurried around the room to find a hoodie to take, smiling fondly. after all, he could never get mad at you for anything, especially not for your random late night food cravings.

tonight you wanted korean barbecue. that meant he could sit flush next to you, blaming his clinginess on the fact that it was so late and he was still sleepy. you'd definitely feed him, feeling guilty for dragging him out of bed. and then he could leave soft kisses on your cheeks as 'thank you's when you remembered to order some fried rice at the end, his favorite.

and no matter how many times you would apologize as you walked back home, clock striking nearly two or three in the morning, all he could see is your face, lit up in front of him and he'd tell himself he would do it all over again just to see you smile. especially when that meant he was able to see you in his hoodie (you always seemed to "not be able" to find yours in time to leave), head burrowed into his side as pulled the covers over the both of you, eyes twinkling at him, murmuring soft praises that he 'finally ate well for once'. plus, in the middle of the night, it meant that he could hold you extra. tight against his body, excusing it to the fact that his body hadn't yet adjusted from the cold temperature outside.

"i love you" you'd say softly, before falling asleep.

i love you too

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[blue-jisungs]

you still sleep with plushies ♡

author’s note. as a person who’s still sleeping w plushies !! it’s totally normal !! and i just thought its a cute idea to write a reaction like that so here u go ^_^ maybe i’ll do other unit versions,, we’ll see!!

warnings. jihoon’s is a liiiiiil suggestive if you think about it …

┆彡 JEONGHAN [ 정한 ]

this mf…

like ofc he noticed the plushies on your bed while he visited you

but he thought it’s just a decoration!!

and once you invited him to sleep over

which was supposed to be super cute and relaxing, just the two of you

so all snuggled and watching a movie in your bed, he noticed you were clutching to a plushie of a dog

he frowned and noticed the plushies are all over the bed

"angel, do you sleep with all of those? isn’t jr too cramped?" he teased, grabbing a random one and poking its eye

when he was met with silence, he noticed the pout on your lips :(

and he immediately feels guilty, especially when you clutched the dog even closer

"i was just asking because you know… i don’t want to kick them from the bed in my sleep" jeonghan tried to save himself and it kind of worked

"if that’s a problem i can…" you started and he couldn’t bear it anymore <\\3

“no, no. i’m sorry, i just… im not used to this” he cupped your face, pecking your pout "it’s not a problem. it’s… quite cute"

it takes him a while to get used to all the plushies staring at him lol (and sometimes getting tangled in the sheets between you, him and your limbs)

but he finds it really adorable :”)

┆彡 JOSHUA [ 조슈아 ]

joshua entered your bedroom when you asked him to bring a hoodie from there

and he stood there, like a deer caught in the headlights

(haha,, deer… get it?? because he’s… yeah, i’ll shut up)

you were concerned why he’s taking so long and when you saw him peek at the plushies curiously, you gasped

"um, yeah… i still sleep with those…" you mumbled and were met with his ^▽^ smile

"this is so adorable, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he asked and noticed a deer plushie

when you murmur that you were just shy, he hugs you and places kisses on your face while giggling

you’re seriously the most precious human that he’s ever met :(

and honestly he only fuels your cute habit by buying you more and more plushies

and he just loves when you send him pics of them chilling with you in your bed

or when he cuddles with you and all the cute plush animals surround him hehe

it’s like a new life mission for him,, to buy you all the plushies in the world :”)

especially the deer ones hehe so they can remind you of him <3

┆彡 JIHOON [ 지훈 ]

you usually hid your plushies when your boyfriend came over,, for the time being you wanted him to think you’re normal lmao

but one day after a date you went to your place

and when you entered your place, jihoon’s lips were immediately on yours.. not even giving you a second to breathe…. messily making out……. the plushies were the last thing you wanted to think about

so when he led you to the bedroom, placing small love bites on your neck;;; you froze

jihoon panicked that he did something wrong but then he saw your face getting red while looking at something

plushies

and then you saw him smile brightly, erupting into giggles

"just when i thought you couldn’t get any more cuter” he snickered "why i never saw them before?"

so you explained everything and he was just <\\3

he doesn’t really mind it, only when you prefer to cuddle them instead of him >:T

or will randomly punch them.

and steal.

he’ll steal some plushies to put in his studio,, so they can remind him of you :((

and that he can cuddle something that smells like you when he’s taking a nap there :((

(obviously he’d rather die than admit it)

┆彡 SEOKMIN [ 석민 ]

actually it’s the first thing he notices when he enters your room for the first time ㅠㅠ

you see his shocked expression and feel the rush of embarrassment hit your face

"i, uh… those are–" you started but he walked up to your bed and picked up a fluffy, white cat plushie

"so adorable! and there’s so many of them, woah y/nnie!" he cooed and looked at you, eyes wide "can i touch…?"

and his hearts melt when he sees your face lit up, a visible relief washing over your expression while you nod vigorously

"wait, i can even tell you their names" you grin and he’s so soft like,, moments from melting and turning into a puddle on the floor :((

so for the next hour you introduce every plushie and their names and backstory!!

and he treats them so gently, almost as if they were made out of the finest china <\3

will absolutely love to sleep w you in his arms, alongside the plushies that he knows how much they mean to you

and you allowing him to cuddle w them too is also something that makes seokmin fall for you even more (if that was even possible)

┆彡 SEUNGKWAN [ 승관 ]

kwannie and you usually did sleepovers at his place but once he asked if you can do one at yours

he saw you tense up a bit and got concerned that maybe he pushed some boundaries

”sure but… um, i sleep with plushies…” you mumbled

seungkwan blinked once. twice.

“okay, so?” he frowned like it was (because it is) the most normal thing ever

and he could see how happy n relieved you got ^_^

he needs to get used to it lmao like,, so. many. stuffed. animals.

he listens as you explain where u got each of them and their names

"and i bought this one because it reminded me of you. i named it booboo" you grinned and showed him an orange plushie with a happy face on it

he swore he could just melt down in this moment, right here right now

but oh my god. gets SO offended when you cuddle booboo to sleep instead of him >:(

“eh, that just sucks” he throws a tantrum and turns his back to you, pouting

but then you put the orange plushie into his arms and wrap your hands around his waist, cuddling him like he was the plushie itself

and atp he doesn’t even care that it makes him the small spoon, he loves the proximity <3

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[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ #4

PAIRING: Kim Mingyu x f! Reader

WARNINGS/CONTENT: Possessive!Mingyu, Cum eating, use of handcuffs, dacryphilia, overstimulation, unprotected sex, subspace, daddy kink.

WORDCOUNT: 1.1k

A/N: I would like to apologize for not posting the whole week y'all, but I hope this is good! (Although I'm quite insecure about this)

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Mingyu's hand had a possessive grip over your waist, his other wrapped around the back of your neck pulling your lips into his. His lips moved furiously against yours. You wince in pain when his teeth nibble down on your lower lip. Your wrists are soon confined in between his thick fingers.

He pushes you against your wall, mumbling ‘mine’ after every kiss he meets your lips with. His tongue intertwines with yours, desperate to taste every inch of you. Your nostrils flare slightly from short of breath while your pants interrupt your make-out session.

Mingyu finally pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your parted lips. His hand which gripped on your wrists – now came down to squeeze your ass rather aggressively. Before retrieving to come down harshly on your clothes butt. “Did you perhaps forget who you belong to, princess?”

A reply barely reaches your brain when you are thrown over his muscular shoulders. His smuscles constricted under your skin – arousal pooled in between your thighs from the movement.

Placing you down on the bed, Mingyu was fast in pushing your body down with his – while his lips worked their way from your jawline to the sweet spot on the flesh of your neck. His tongue glided over the mark his teeth bit, eliciting pleasure like current through your body. The pleasure coaxed your mind into turning hazy as your eyes closed due to the blissful feeling.

But you're immediately pulled out of your maze by Mingyu tugging your head back, a loan gets caught in your throat. “Aren't you enjoying this a little too much? We should take care of it shouldn't we?”

No sooner did his sentence come to an end than a clank was heard. You feel the metallic confining feeling around your hands – your mind barely comprehends the said action. His hands come down from your wrists to your jaw, squeezing your cheeks lightly causing your lips to pucker.

A sudden jolt of pain ripples from your pussy – making you realise his thick fingers slapped down on your clit roughly. “Who do you belong to? Who does this pussy belong to?” His tone was authoritative, coaxing you into obeying. “Yours” Another slap comes down on your pussy, “Gonna make sure you remember that well.” His tone turned more dominating, his middle finger sneaking in between your folds. He rubs circles on your flesh, causing slick to leak out.

You chant his name loudly when the pads of his fingers rub your clit at a faster pace, your hands thrashing to grasp onto his biceps, like you usually did, but only for a whine to fall off your lips due to the failed attempt. Mingyu’s lips stretch into a menacing grin, as his other hand comes down to slap your pussy yet again.

The pain mixed with the pleasure, and the overwhelming pleasure had you cumming on to his fingers in no time. Your back arches from the pleasure circulating through your nerves, but the sight of Mingyu pulling his fingers away from your pussy to lick off your cum coating his fingers with his eyes intently staring into your eyes – swiftly has your juices pooling again.

It didn’t take long for Mingyu to notice the way your hole needily fluttered around nothing – drawing a mocking chuckle from him. His index and middle finger didn’t resist the urge to bury themselves in between your walls again. “Daddy-” a choked sob from your own throat stopped your sentence when his fingers started moving relentlessly in you. Mingyu hums, as if asking you to complete your sentence when he obviously had you falling apart around his thick fingers.

“What is it, love?” If you were in your right conscience – meaning if you weren’t about to squirt all over your boyfriend’s fingers – you would’ve slapped his shoulder for the feign curiosity in his tone. But the nickname rather pushed you down to your headspace. Tiny tears prick at the corner of your eyes when his fingers pumped faster in you, bringing you to your second orgasm faster than you could process the first one.

A drawl of his name followed by a loud whine was enough for Mingyu to uncuff your hands without a thought. He brings your almost bruised wrists to his plumpy lips. Pressing light feathery kisses before, he pulls away.

You had been floating in your pleasurable bliss to notice Mingyu had gotten rid of his pants and boxers until the feeling of the tip of his cock prodding against your entrance brought you out of your trance. “Let’s see how many rounds you can go before you turn into a whiny mess again.”

His husky voice, his large hands caressing your sore muscles and his veiny cock rubbing against your wet folds already had you turning into a whiny mess.

Mingyu barely gave you a warning before he slammed into you with a push, making your throat go dry and a breathy gasp to replace your whiny whimpers. Beads of tears swarmed in your eyes – you barely had a thought swimming in your head as his relentless thrusts turned you into nothing but a babbling mess.

His long fingers intertwined with your hair, pulling you up to smash his lips into yours. His movements were fast and rough but also possessive. His hips collided against yours to fill the room with skin-slapping noises.

Pulling away, Mingyu dragged his tongue across your cheek, groaning at the salty taste of your tears. “Fuck- your tears make me want to fuck you harder till all you can do is shed those pretty tears for me.” His words had your back arching as your walls clamped around him – cumming around his cock.

Mingyu groaned at the feeling of having his dick coated with your hot cum, his movements turning impossibly faster, forming a white ring around the base of his dick. But within a few minutes, he came inside you, filling you up to the brim with his cum.

Pulling out, a long stripe of white cum connected his dick to yours while the sight of cum leaking out of you had him cursing out.

Your head was back on the pillow, loud pants from both of you resonated throughout the room. He leaned down to peck your lips ever so softly, while his length slowly slid back inside you.

Your eyes widened from his action but Mingyu only drowned out any protest with a long kiss. Pulling away from your lips, a smug grin was painted on his face. “We’re not done till my dick is imprinted on your walls that you feel it for weeks.”

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[bookyeom]

Tylenol (KSY)

Pairing: Soonyoung x Reader Genre: drabble, eestablished relationship Rating: G Word Count: 654 Summary: You're sick, and Soonyoung is a mess.

A/N: Hi!! it's my first time posting a SVT fic on here. They mean so much to me and it's scary but also it's Not That Deep (she says to herself unconvincingly). Let me know if you like it!!

“Hi, baby. I'm here.”

You vaguely register the feeling of the bed beside you dipping with the weight of your visitor, and you let out a hum in greeting. You feel a familiar hand gently move to run through your hair, pushing it over your shoulder and back, and you shiver at the contact.

“I brought Tylenol. Can you take some now? Are you cold? What else do you need? How can I help? Should I order food? What would be good for-“

“Shh,” you manage, cutting your intruder off. “My head hurts.”

The room falls silent, and your eyes slowly open to meet the concerned gaze of your boyfriend. Despite how awful you feel, you can’t help but smile a bit at the sight of him. He looks so terribly worried, and you can practically see his brain running a mile a minute - you know that he hates to see you like this, even just with a minor cold. For as smart as you know he is, when he’s concerned or stressed he tends to forget even the most basic human functions. For example, he’s currently so frazzled that he’s forgotten to take off his shoes and his coat, and you can’t help but be entirely charmed by him - for the millionth time. 

“Are you staying for a bit?” comes your mumble.

You can tell he’s surprised by your question. “I was planning to, yeah, if that’s okay. Was gonna make you some tea and see if I can-”

You close your eyes again as you hum in affirmation, cutting him off. Your head is pounding. “Take off your shoes then, silly.”

It’s silent for a moment, and you can almost imagine his face as he realizes he’s still completely dressed from his trek outside. You feel him stand up and then hear the soft sound of footsteps as he retreats to the hall, and you drift back off to sleep with a fond smile on your lips. You barely register him coming back in, coaxing you into swallowing some Tylenol with a glass of water he brings from your kitchen, before you’re out like a light again. 

When you wake up next, the sun is starting to set, and you feel incredibly disoriented. What time is it? How long were you asleep? It had been a strange day, that was for sure. You manage to roll over, eyes opening as you finally register the calming presence that’s next to you. 

“Hey.” 

Soonyoung smiles down at you. He’s sitting up next to you, back against the headboard as he flips through his latest read. You smile when you see that it’s the book you’d given him earlier that month. 

“Hi,” you mumble back. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Shitty.”

He sets his book down, a hand lifting towards you, and you use the opportunity to shift closer so that you’re tucked into his side. His fingers begin to trace slow circles across your upper back, and you hum contentedly at the feeling.

“Sorry I suck at helping,” he says with a soft laugh, and you smile at that.

“You help by being here.”

He lets out a whine, and you watch as his cheeks flush pink. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.” 

(You are being serious. You’re also teasing him... Just a little bit.)

His hand moves to rest against your forehead, and you nuzzle into his palm like a kitten. He giggles at that, and you close your eyes again as you wrap an arm around his waist, your head against his shoulder. 

“What’s the diagnosis, doc?”

“You’re not too hot anymore,” he concedes. “Guess the Tylenol probably helped.” 

“Nope,” you say, snuggling even closer into his side. You feel like teasing him again (a sure sign that you’re on the mend) as you open your eyes to look up at him once more. “The Tylenol didn’t do anything. It was definitely all you.”

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[gyuwoncheol]

Cheol’s been prepping you to take his cock for weeks but you’re about to body slam him into the mattress if he doesn’t fuck you right now (which might have been what he wanted all along, corruption kink go brrrr) 😈 “you want it so bad? Then sit on it. Aww don’t be scared I know you’re ready” -⚡️

TW: afab! reader, dirty talk, use of pet names, piv sex, unprotected sex, mentions of creampie and oral sex, bratty & whiny reader, reader is described to be much smaller than Cheol. Not proofread. 18+ only (MDNI).

Note: changed it up a little bit, ⚡️ anon. Hope you enjoy!

Because this is blonde cheol with a bratty reader, I am compelled to tag Zeta my love @multi-kpop-fanfics . It’s simply how the world works 💞

“Nooo. Stop!” You whined and yanked on Seungcheol’s blonde locks, pulling him back up to face you.

Seungcheol was confused to say the least. His eyebrows quirking as he studies your facial expressions. “You okay?”

“Just fuck me, Cheol,” you blurt out, frustration clear in your voice and Seungcheol swears he heard the angels sing.

“What–“

“I said, fuck me. No more teasing, no more prepping. I’m done!” You glare at him. Not that you were ungrateful for your boyfriend’s expert oral skills, but when all you’ve gotten the past few days ever since his return from a 3-month tour is everything but his cock, you think it’s okay to sound ungrateful.

“Aw, impatient baby,” he mocks as he grinds his crotch on yours.

“Excuse me?! I’ve been patient! Way too patient! Three months and 18 days patient!!!!” Cheol laughs at your attention to detail, clearly amused at how needy you’ve been. Not that he wasn’t— he was, he’s been dreaming to have his way with you the moment he got home four days ago. But apparently, he could take a few more days of waiting, making sure you were well prepped and ready to take his huge cock again after so long. And maybe he just loved to tease you a little bit more, waiting to awaken the brat in you. “Cmon, Cheollie..” you switch up to a sweet tone, blinking with doe eyes and drawing his face to yours for a kiss, “it’s been too long, don’t you wanna feel my tight pussy around you?”

Seungcheol’s dick twitches in the confines of his briefs at your words but he tries to play it cool with a roll of his eyes.

“Better yet baby, don’t you miss cumming inside—“

Your sentence is cut off with a yelp as the large man who was once above you rolls you both around on the bed, effectively having him pinned between your legs, straddling him right where he wants you. Seungcheol grabs you harshly to connect your mouths in a hungry kiss, the clashing of your tongues and teeth rendering you to a moaning mess while you hurriedly remove his shorts and undergarments.

When Cheol’s hard member springs free and rests on his stomach, the blonde man leans back to examine your next move. He’s not disappointed when the first thing you do is run your wet folds along his shaft. The guttural groan he lets out makes you even more wet than you already are. But that’s a good thing because now you’re looking at Cheol’s thick and long cock, and perhaps he did make the right decision to prep you for it for days.

“Nervous, baby?” He asks with that stupid brow raise of his.

“No,” you answer without hesitation but even then, you didn’t sound so confident.

“Well be my guest, princess. What’re you waiting for? You wanted it so bad didn’t you? Ride me.”

You nodded at Seungcheol, swallowing thickly before wrapping your small hand around his heavy shaft. You aligned him at your entrance, carefully letting his bulbuous head breach your sopping hole. Cheol takes notice when you suck in a sharp breath and close your eyes. It happens the same time he feels the constricting push of your walls which has his hands flying to eitherside of your hips.

“Doing s’good for me, princess,” he encourages, mustering all self control not to just thrust up into you.

“S-so biiig,” you stammer, sinking down to ease another inch of him.

“Not so mad about my prep anymore, eh?”

You roll your eyes at the smug remark, “fuck you.”

“You already are, prin— shit!” Seungcheol curses when you suddenly seat yourself fully to shut him up.

Moans reverberate around the room from both of you after your little stunt. The stretch is painful at first but it slowly morphs into fiery pleasure with every soothing rub of Cheol’s thumb on your hip. You take a deep breath and plant your palms on his chest, circling your hips once.

“Fuuuuck,” you both drawl out, lust fully flowing through your veins.

“Missed this,” you pick up your pace, repeating the motions of lifting your hips then grinding down to stimulate your clit.

“Missed you,” your boyfriend replies. He reaches out one hand to squeeze on your breast before his fingers roll your nipple expertly, causing you to clench harshly on his cock.

“Fuck, princess. If you do that again, I might just cum now.”

You scoff at his remark, ready to tease him back, “aw, who’s the impatient one now?”

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[ch3wytzuyu]

Hi 👋 Could I please request prompts #31 and #37 with Jeonghan please? Perhaps an argument after late night practice, but completely up to you 😊

of course!! 🫶🏽 thank you anon for submitting!!! and being honest, i had too much fun writing this, 😭 feel free to send in another whenever you want

31: “walk out and we’re done”

37: “i’d rather stab my own heart than make you cry”

WORK WITH ME- YOON JEONGHAN

tension ran high through the house me and jeonghan recently brought as a staple that we were together, and would be until the end of time

but as of now, the anger dispersed between the two of us had us glaring at each other while not letting the other speak, i tried to let jeonghan speak his mind, but then i nipped it in the bud, the moment he spoke nonsense

jeonghan on the other hand wouldn’t let me get a word in at all from the start, so were we really arguing? or was my boyfriend yelling at me for something absolutely stupid

i sighed as i propped my legs up on the couch due to jeonghan still rambling on about me and i sighed

“if im such a bother then i’ll just fucking leave jeonghan that’s all you had to say”

i looked up at jeonghan and realized my words didn’t even get through to him because of how stubborn he was not to hear me

“okay”

i stood up off the couch and motioned my way towards the key rack that held the keys of my car and decided to stay at the dorms since they still have some of my clothes

“walk out and we’re done”

i stopped and closed the door but not before deeply inhaling and glaring at jeonghan due to him starting up another rant about me

i took a deep breath and didn’t even notice that i was getting more and more upset as he went on

“jeonghan why are you even mad at me? what did i even do?”

i chewed on my bottom lip and a tear slipped and touched my palm, more falling after that one and choked back a sob

“i asked you to do something five hours ago and i come home and nothing is done”

“well if you checked your phone you would’ve saw my text”

i sniffled and told jeonghan i would cancel my own schedule in the morning and only then did he hear my sobs

“y/n com-”

i raised my hand in the air and shook my head as i made my way to the bathroom to wash my face

“i’m tired jeonghan, im crying already, please stop, i’m tired of this argument that wouldn’t have happened if you just checked your phone”

and for the first time that night jeonghan shut up

an hour passed and he still heard the sniffles of his partner and sighed knowing that he was the cause, because y/n did in fact text him

he sighed as he went to apologize and communicate with y/n because this argument was in fact on him this time

“y/n baby i’m sorry”

at the call of my name i looked up at jeonghan and nodded

“i’m sorry y/n and being honest”

jeonghan seemed to trail off as he thought of what to say next and that indicated to me that this was from his heart and not crap he came up with

“i’d rather stab my own heart than make you cry”

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[eoieopda]

🙏🏻 This is my first time submitting a request because I can’t stop imagining Dino helping his drunk BFF home while secretly being in love with her 🧎🏼‍♀️Please if you have time!

superpower

summary: not all heroes wear capes, but chan would probably do so if you asked. pairing: lee chan x reader type: drabble genre: fluff au: friends to ?, pining word count: 1.4k (oops) rating: pg15 — still, minors do not have my consent to interact. cw: alcohol/drunkenness, obvi; no pronouns or gendered language is used for reader. a/n: not even remotely proofread (double oops), but i still love this down-bad doofus, so i hope you do, too!

“I’m not saying I have superpowers, but I’m not not saying it.”

Your eyes are blinking a little more slowly than usual, but the unimpressed look you fire off at Chan can’t be missed.

“Can you just —” A hiccup cuts your question in half. You frown with your whole face just to make it clear how serious you are. “Hold my hand? It’s wobbly.”

Chan knows you’re referring to the sidewalk — where you stand and sway along to music that isn’t playing — but that description fits his knees, too. 

He hopes you’re too busy pouting at him to notice the way he wipes his palms against his jeans, afraid you’ll notice how nervous you make him. You start to lean a bit too heavily to one side for his liking, though; and he thinks it’s safe to bet that you’re not noticing much of anything.

That settles it.

The second he envelopes your hand in his, you take it a step further, tugging him close enough that you can slot yourself under his arm.

“Smell nice,” you mumble from his side. “‘s that the new stuff? From the place?”

Now, Chan is the one that’s blinking slowly. He was as drunk as you were until you needed him, and despite his sobering up on a dime — which is a superpower, thank you very much — his processing speed is lagging. You nudge him with your elbow, as if that’ll make what you just said make sense.

“Ahhh!” He plays along, making a big show of realizing things. “Yes, that place. By the thing, right?”

You nod. “Exactly.” 

Behind you both, the Uber that dumped you back at your place pulls away from the curb. Three beats later, you tilt your head and cheer “goodbye” at a long-gone Kia. He feels his heart swell three sizes in chest.

“You like it?” He redirects you because he’s a little bit greedy for your praise — and also because he bought this cologne with the hope that you’d compliment it. Chuckling, he notes, “Considering how much I’m propping you up right now, you’ll probably end up smelling like me.”

When you smile and mutter, “Good,” Chan suddenly feels weightless.

It takes some concentrated effort, but he manages to guide you up the front steps to your apartment building. It takes significant concentrated effort to corral you into the elevator once you clear the threshold. You would’ve spent your night talking the doorman’s ear off, otherwise, providing a dramatic retelling of every single step you took over the last few hours. It takes everything Chan has not to laugh at the relieved sigh he gets in thanks for intervening, although it’s hardly altruistic to want your rambling to himself.

Surrounded by the metallic walls of the elevator car, you point to your joint reflection and muse, “Someone’s awful smiley this evening.”

Chan makes eye contact without having to tilt his head. His brain works overtime to churn out a response that isn’t self-incriminating, but the only thought ricocheting around his brain relates to how cute you look, nestled into him.

With a ding, your reflection is gone. The moment goes with it, and without a barrier in front, so do you — like a bat out of hell.

“Oh, my god,” you wail when your apartment door comes into view. “I thought I’d never see you again!”

Chan chases after you, arriving embarrassingly out-of-breath — and more than a little fond — just in time to watch you wrestle your keys out of your pocket. They clatter to the floor the second they’re free. You groan, bereft at the loss.

“Stay here,” he says firmly with a finger pointed because he knows you, knows you’ll take one or both of you out of commission if you don’t heed his warning. 

Your eyes cross a little bit as you stare down the barrel of it, but you listen, thankfully; and he’s able to pick up your slack without anyone receiving a concussion. He’s able to usher you into your own home without further incident, too.

Once again: superpowers.

The task of kicking your shoes off is apparently too much to ask of you, so you wander off to your bedroom without even trying. His Nikes are discarded so hurriedly that they barely hit your mat by the time he takes off after you. The second he catches up, he wins the pleasure of watching you flop backwards onto your mattress.

Funny, he thinks. His heart makes a similar thwump when you smile at him the way you are right now.

Gesturing to the feet dangling off the edge of your bed, he laughs. “Can I please help you?”

You shoot him with dual-wielded finger guns. He takes that as a yes, please, and gets to work on the triple knots you managed to install in your laces.

“Chan?”

He hums in acknowledgment without looking up, too confounded by your drunken rope-work to take his eyes off his fingers.

Were you a sailor in a past life?

A little louder and a lot more pathetically, you whine, “Chan,” adding several seconds’ worth of the vowel sound in the process.

Chan has no option but to look up at you. As far as he’s concerned, he’s got no choice but to smile with all of his teeth, too. “You rang?”

“You’re so nice.” It’s supposed to be a whisper, he suspects, but it sounds much more like a shout. “How?”

His bemused snort is disguised by the sound of your right shoe hitting the floor.

“I mean it!” You laugh — like he’d ever doubt you — and smack your palms against your duvet for emphasis. “Like, hello? Good boy alert!”

That — well, that does something to Chan that he’s not willing to unpack right now. Instead, he shucks off your other shoe, bites back his smile, and sits back on his heels.

For a minute, the two of you stay that way: you gazing at him, him gazing right back at you. In every second that slips by in comfortable silence, he works to convince himself that the twinkle in your eye is a byproduct of the shots you took, nothing more. You’re smiling at him like that because you won’t have to sleep in your shoes tonight.

Right?

You nibble thoughtfully on your lower lip before your smile turns sheepish. “Chan?”

He’s not thinking that an angel gets its wings whenever you say his name, but he’s not not thinking that.

“The one and only,” he says with a nod, and he only cringes a little bit at his words, after the fact.

Whatever you want to say next seems to be stuck on its way out. In fact, you open and close your mouth twice to no avail. Patience is a virtue, and you are divine, so he waits there — on his knees, no less — and lets you take the lead. Your eyes flick from his face to the fidgeting fingers in your lap, then to the blank space at your side.

“It’s cold out,” you finally declare.

It’s July, but that’s neither here nor there.

“You shouldn’t have to walk home in this weather.”

The sky simply couldn’t be clearer, but Chan would take your word for it if you said that it was green.

“Maybe you should stay.”

He tries not to let the giddiness overtake him. Really, he does. He attempts to shrug nonchalantly, but it's more of a shiver than anything else, and he’s scrambling to his feet before he can chide himself for it.

You laugh — with your whole chest, no less — when he leaps into the spot beside you, settling flat on his back and grinning up at the ceiling. You’re still giggling when you mimic his graceless movements, still beaming when you turn your head to look at him. The air still feels electric, somehow, even after the laughter peters off.

A few moments pass, probably. He doesn’t notice them on their way out.

In a whisper that is actually a whisper, you say his name again, and it kicks off that wild thwump inside his chest.

“Yes?” He responds, much more quietly than his pulse in his ears.

You tug gently at the pillow under his head to draw attention to it. “You’ll probably end up smelling like me now.”

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