a shot in the dark 📷 wonwoo x reader.

intentions

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jeon wonwoo x afb.reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): friends to lovers, teenage friend to lovers, romance, pwp, smut

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.6k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of jealous exes

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: protected sex, use of lube, big dick wonwoo, pussy streching, missionary, oral (fem rec), fingering, pussy whipped wonwoo, p in v intercourse nicknames: baby, angel (hers) nonu (his)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw

𝐚𝐧: I decided to rework something I wrote back in the day and I ended up doubling the length of the story. Thank you @shinysobi for helping beta reader this.

🎧: like that - keshi | say - keshi | intentions - starfall

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

Wonwoo experienced three bizarre things the moment he woke up:

1. He wasn’t in his soft, warm, and luxurious bed. In fact, he wasn’t even in his room. The second he opened his eyes, confusion struck him like a bolt of lightning. Instead of his familiar surroundings, he found himself lying on a rock-hard mattress in a room he had never seen before. His back ached from the uncomfortable bed, and the musty smell of old wood filled the air.

2. Before he could even process where he was, the door suddenly burst open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang. A woman, looking frantic and completely unbothered by the fact that he had just woken up, barged in and yelled at him. “Come on! Help me get the kids ready!” she snapped, her voice grating against his ears. Wonwoo flinched. The kids? Since when did he have kids to take care of? Even back at home, not a single staff member dared to wake him up so rudely, let alone order him around. But this woman? She had the audacity to yell at him as if she had been doing it for years.

only angel

⇢ pairing: rich kid!joshua hong x rich kid!fem!reader ⇢ contains: smut (semi-public sex, oral sex, protected sex, fingering, dirty talk, exhibitionism, overstimulation), fluff, rivals to lovers au, friends with benefits au, rich kid au, profanity, implied misogyny, alcohol consumption, the nickname “angel”—please let me know if i’ve missed anything! ⇢ word count: 4.7k ⇢ note: title is taken from harry styles’ only angel.

“I’m just saying, if we want to see other people, we should.”

You roll your eyes. From your position on the bed—curled-up, facing Joshua—he looks sleep-drunk and honey-sweet. You can’t really say that to him without sounding like a sap, so you kiss the corner of his mouth instead. He hums, low and satisfied.

“What was that for?” he asks. “Not that I’m complaining.”

STARRING ... BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER!M. YOONGI X READER

WORD COUNT ... 10.4K

SUMMARY ... yoongi doesn’t know what you want from him, but he knows he wants you.

NOTES/WARNINGS ... slight angst. smut (18+/MDNI). i needed these two to fuck so bad. making them official because they mean the world to me <33 taehyung flirting with reader. jealous!yoongi. basically-lovers-but-not-really to lovers. fingering, p in v sex, protected sex. if i forgot anything let me know.

you wake up to the sound of yoongi’s alarm vibrating against the nightstand.

it’s early. too early. the sky outside is still a soft shade of orange, and the only reason you’re even awake is because yoongi, in his infinite wisdom, forgot to turn off his alarm before rolling out of bed to use the bathroom.

"i hate you", you say, as soon as you hear a 'hello?' at the other side of the line.

"what?", he laughs awkwardly.

"yeah, i hate you."

joshua frowns. what do you mean you hate him? why do you hate him? what's even going on?

"i- what- wait, are you drunk?"

"a bit, yeah", you sigh. "it doesn't change the fact that i hate you. so, so much."

"wow, okay", he breathes in, taken aback. this is gonna be a good ride. "why do you hate me?"

"because i'm right here", you open your arms, even though he can't see it. "you have all of me for you, and you can't fucking see it. you just hate me, so i might as well hate you back."

joshua frowns once again, trying to find the right words.

"i... you're my best friend, what do you mean by that?"

"THAT'S IT! DID YOU HEAR IT?", you scream, and he gets his phone away from his ear. "you just said 'best friend'. ugh, i don't want that."

and right there, it clicks. oh my god, it clicks like it never clicked before. joshua gets what you mean, and by god, he hopes you mean what he thinks you mean.

"wait... what? what do you mean you don't want that?"

"i just... oh my god, this is so embarrassing, i'm so drunk", you sigh, head spinning around. "i just... i don't know, i might like you, okay? a lot, by the way. and i don't wanna be your friend anymore."

he laughs - and you're almost offended by that.

"so you wanna be more, is that what you're saying?"

"i don't know, you keep laughing at me."

and he almost laughs again, but he can imagine your pout and reddish, puffy cheeks and your messy hair. you must look cute.

"okay, why don't you hold onto that to tell me tomorrow when you're sober, um?"

"i don't want it too."

oh, joshua can so picture you stomping your feet right now.

"yeah, but it's better that way", he says with a smile. "maybe... maybe, if you're sober, i can tell you back that i like you too and i don't want you just as a friend neither. how does that sound?"

you think for a while. on his side of the line, there's only a fade noise of a random song playing at the club you are right now.

"hm, i don't like it. it sounds fake."

joshua laughs once again. "you're so drunk right now."

"yeah, i might be", you sigh. "i want you."

"i want you too", he nods. "but in the right way, okay?"

and you wanna say no, you wanna throw a tantrum and tell him to come get you, you wanna be as dramatic as you can be; but the reasonable side of you doesn't let you. so you just-

"yeah, okay", you roll your eyes. "can i see you tomorrow?"

"i'll be texting your friends to know you're safe and the moment you open your eyes tomorrow, i'll be by your door. does that sound good?"

"it does."

"okay then", he relaxes. "take care, okay? and don't forget..."

"what?"

"i love you too", he confesses for the first time, before hanging up on you.

have you considered tipping me? | ko-fi

Maybe Three?

Pairing: Joshua Hong x Reader Genre: Fluff, Playful Teasing, Established Relationship

Summary: Joshua’s White Day cover is sweet, until you catch one lyric: “We might have kids, maybe three.” Cue endless teasing, flustered protests, and you dubbing him Future Dad of Three.

You’re curled up on the couch, scrolling through Weverse and Twitter, watching Carats collectively lose their minds over Joshua’s latest song cover.

Free Love by HONNE.

A perfect choice for White Day. His voice melts through the lyrics like honey, effortlessly smooth, the kind of sound that makes your heart feel lighter.

You’re grinning, happily munching on snacks while watching his cover for the third time, when—

"We might have kids, maybe three."

You nearly choke on your chips.

Pause. Rewind. Play again.

"We might have kids, maybe three."

Oh. Oh.

Your eyes narrow. A slow smirk creeps onto your lips.

Time to have some fun.

You quickly type a message and send it.

You: Three kids, huh?

You don’t expect him to reply so fast, but barely a minute later, your phone buzzes.

Shua: Huh? Shua: What about it?

You bite back a giggle before calling him. He picks up almost immediately.

"Hey, babe," he greets, voice warm and familiar.

"Joshua Hong," you say sweetly. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"...What?" He sounds confused, and it only fuels your mischief.

"I was just enjoying your lovely White Day gift to Carats," you continue dramatically, "when suddenly, my own boyfriend starts manifesting three kids out of nowhere."

A pause. Then—

"Oh my god."

You burst into laughter. "Oh my god what, Shua?"

"You’re not seriously bringing this up right now."

"Oh, I am." You grin. "So, tell me. Since when were three kids in the plan?"

"Babe—" He lets out an exasperated laugh. "It’s just a lyric. It’s part of the song."

"Hmm." You pretend to think. "I don’t know. Sounded kinda intentional to me. You sure you weren’t subtly hinting something to Carats?"

"Y/N!" His voice rises an octave, flustered.

You cackle. "I mean, it is White Day. Maybe you wanted to make a special announcement?"

"Stop!" He groans, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

You keep going. "So, should I expect Carats to start making baby name lists? Or maybe a hashtag? #JoshuaThreeKidsEra? Oh! Maybe some fanart of tiny little Joshuas running around?"

"You're enjoying this too much."

"Of course I am!" You grin. "My boyfriend accidentally just sent Carats into a future dad frenzy."

Joshua lets out another groan, but you can tell he’s laughing on the other end. "I hate you."

"You love me," you correct, stretching out on the couch. "But really, babe. Three kids? Not one, not two—three?"

He sighs dramatically. "I literally just sang the lyrics as they are. I wasn’t thinking about it."

"But subconsciously—"

"Y/N."

You giggle. "Okay, okay, I’ll stop." A pause. Then, unable to resist, you add, "So... if not three, then how many?"

"I’m hanging up."

"Joshua—"

Click.

You stare at your screen in shock before bursting into laughter.

Not even five seconds later, a text comes in.

Shua: I love you but you’re evil. You: Love you too, future dad of three <3 Shua: Y/N!!

Grinning, you lock your phone.

Oh, this is definitely going to be fun.

double trouble

🌙 starring. Mingyu & Wonwoo x afab!Reader 

🔮 preview. Despite your tense relationship with Seungcheol, you’ve done your best to support him as a sister, and you know his teammates by sight alone. Jeon Wonwoo and Kim Mingyu, two Olympians… two sexy, athletic, very fuckable Olympians. You’ve watched Too Hot to Handle and Love Island, you’ve watched Singles Inferno, and you’re not on any of those shows. No, you’re in Thailand for your brother’s wedding, staring at his work besties like they’re your next meal. You know how problematic this is, but you’re yet undecided on just how far you want to go with this. All you know, is you’re alone at a bar, there’s two gorgeous men, and you’re feeling just lonely enough to go talk to them. 

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 10.9k

🍭 aus. Surfer Meanie au, Destination-Wedding au, my friend’s sister is hot au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I want to start this off by saying, I don’t know much about surfing or the Olympics, but fuck it, this is fanfic, and surfer Meanie is too hot to pass up. 

Prologue:

“And in an astonishing turn of events, Choi Seungcheol, representing South Korea in surfing, wins silver at this year's Olympics! I think we were all shocked when South Korea qualified for not two, but three contenders this year, and what contenders these men have been. We can see Jeon Wonwoo and Kim Mingyu watching from the beach, clapping for their teammate… and what’s this? Choi Seungcheol is not approaching his team, no! He’s going for his longtime girlfriend! Love is definitely in the air here today at the Olympics- and… no, is he getting down on one knee? I can not believe my eyes! Choi Seungcheol of team South Korea, who has just won a silver in surfing, is proposing to his girlfriend right here on the beach! What an end to the day for team South Korea!” 

there is just something about mingyu starting things with his mouth as wonwoo talks. it's the ultimate way things have to go with meanie. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

★彡 Bts reaction to their S/O having a child from a past relationship

↷ Pairing : bts x reader ↷ Genre : Fluff, Angst,Comfort ↷ word count : 2,440 words

↝Namjoon

Namjoon sat across from you at the small café, his fingers wrapped around his coffee mug as he listened intently. You had been dating for a few months now, and everything was going well. However, there was something you hadn’t told him yet—something that you were terrified would change the way he saw you.

I clocked daehyun and let out a lil giggle

a toast to forever | hong joshua

“And most of all, I want to thank my baby sister, y/n. I don’t know where I would be without you. You are the engine of all my achievements. I miss you everyday but I also know that there’s someone by your side who I can trust your safety and your happiness to, and that makes me happy too. I love you” 

When your sister looked at you from her table and raised the glass of champagne with watery eyes, you couldn’t help but let the tears flow. Your beloved Mariah, the woman who you have looked up to your whole life, who had been with you every step of the way, and whom you had missed so dearly when you decided to move to a whole new country was finally getting married to the love of her life — and had made you cry the whole ceremony.

Thankfully, your loved Joshua had been holding your hand and kissing your temple when he sensed you needed the gesture. You had been extra sensitive for the last couple of months before the big day, so he knew he had to be attentive, just a little more than usual. 

“And to my dear brother-in-law, please make it official. If she doesn’t marry you there will be more than one upset person, starting by me. Cheers!”

If that wasn’t your sister, you would have crawled your way out of the venue to let the cringe embrace you on your own — but Joshua was used to the teasing, and he actually loved when Mariah made such comments. More specifically, he loved seeing you a blushing mess.

The guests clapped, cheered and whistled, and that’s when Joshua knew that he really had to get down on one knee soon. He was waiting for the right time to come, but as he held you close while slow dancing, he realised that he didn’t need to wait any longer. You were young, but he was sure you were Mrs. Right. 

“Would you like an autumn wedding?” he whispered, and you had to lift your head from his shoulder to make sure you heard him correctly.

“What?”

“Or maybe spring? I’m pretty sure there are nice venues surrounded by cute flowers and trees.” 

“Shua” you blinked, looking him in the eye. When he gave you that soft smile of his, your eyes teared up for what felt the nth time that night “Don’t mess with me”

“Why would I?” he pouted, letting go of your waist to cup your cheeks “I love you, babe. My feelings for you have done nothing but intensify over the five years we’ve been together. I want to take this to the next level, but only if you want it too”

“Baby” you whine, your heart swelling with love and regard for the man in front of you, for whom you had left your family behind, and for whom you would have done that a million times if he asked. “You are all I need. I’ve never been more sure about anything else" you nod, closing your eyes when he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“So… will you be my wife, y/n?” 

“I will be your wife, Joshua.”

¸.·✩·.¸¸.·¯⍣✩ seventeen masterlist ✩⍣¯·.¸¸.·✩·.¸

DK X Reader

TW : Best friends to lovers, Oral (f) Fingering, PIV, Unprotected ( wrap it up kids ) Creampie

WC : 1.7k

You couldn't remember the moment you met Seokmin. Not the first words he said to you, not the first time he made you laugh, or smile or the first time you hung out together. And that simply is because outside of your immediate family, Seokmin is the first person you met after birth. Yup, that always gets you guys puzzled looks when you tell people. When you explain that Seokmin's mom and yours are best friends. So naturally after you were born she was one of the first people to come and visit, bringing little Seokmin along with her. 

As soon as you too could walk you two did everything together. You went to the same school, had the same friends, went on vacation with each others family's. You cant count how many sleepovers in your families living rooms you'v had. Needless to say you two were inseparable, so it wasn't a shock when your families found out you planned on going away to the same college. You two were the best of friends. 

Which is why it was no shock to your friends when you turned down plans to go to a frat party to spend the night in your apartment with Seokmin. Cuddled up on the worn out couch in your little apartment, where you had spent many nights like tonight. The room bathed in the soft glow from the movie, some horror slasher film, casting long shadows over the two of you. You had just turned your head and buried it into the side of Seokmins shoulder as something on screen jumped out at the lead actor. 

It's a second before you feel fingers cupping your chin, his long delicate fingers lifting your face up, his big brown eyes looking at you. "I can't keep pretending, Y/N," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you mean Min' " You ask confused. You get his answer when he leans down placing a small gentle tentative kiss to the corner of your mouth. You gasp at the contact. He pulls back slightly eyes searching yours. "I can't keep pretending that I'm okay with just being friends. I'v been in love with you for years." Your brain short circuits, eyes going wide. 

Once you got into the cab and felt a hand cover your mouth with a cloth, a wave of dread swept over you. This was it, you thought. This was the end of your miserable life. You fought with every ounce of strength left in you, but as the world began to fade, your mind drifted to regrets you’d been holding on to. You could’ve accepted Mr. Seo’s offer for a date. You could’ve been kinder to your colleagues—especially Mrs. Chae. You could’ve treated your students with more warmth, if only you had known this was how it would end. Your end.

But then, somehow, you woke up.

You blinked against the dim light, disoriented, and slowly took in your surroundings. The posters, the bookshelves, the scent of lavender… You were in your old bedroom, the one you’d left behind four years ago. This was your parents' house.

You shot up from the bed, a dozen questions firing off in your mind. Hadn’t you been kidnapped? How were you here, of all places? You struggled to process, but then realization hit. This had to be your parents' or your brother's doing. They had found you...and forced you back.

"Welcome home," a low, familiar voice drawled.

Chat, is that Rizz? (j. ww)

PAIRING: Streamer!Wonwoo x Streamer! F.reader 

SUMMARY: Your rivalry with Wonwoo has existed for as long as you’ve been streaming. It’s fun, and both of your communities love it. Wonwoo is happy to play along - at least until you question his rizz while live, and he feels like he should remind you just how much rizz he has.

WC: 5,366

AU: Established Relationship, Faux Rivals 

GENRE: Smut, a hint of fluff

RATING: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

WARNINGS: This is so cheesy and stupid and I don’t care!! Explicit language, teasing and light antagonization, gamer and streamer speak in spots, sexually explicit content including spanking, fingering, unprotected sex, hint of overstimulation, playful banter and teasing during sex, bodily fluids, soft dom if you squint. UNEDITED.

A/N: Originally written on sailorrhansol for @daechwitatamic I'm pretty sure this came out of us doing god awful puns and this was the result.

A/N 2: This is unedited sorry!

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here’s how it always goes with seungcheol:

you walk into a room, he immediately finds something to scoff at. maybe it’s the way you dress, maybe it’s the way you talk, maybe it’s just the fact that you exist in his general vicinity. but it doesn’t matter what you do—he hates you. or, at the very least, that’s what he insists on showing you.

joshua, your best friend and possibly the only person in the world who can tolerate both of you without losing his mind, always tells you to be the bigger person. “he’s not that bad,” he says, as if seungcheol didn’t practically hiss at you last week for sitting on his side of the couch.

but whatever. you don’t go out of your way to piss him off, and he doesn’t go out of his way to be nice. that’s just the way it is.

which is why you hesitate when joshua calls you:

“i swear, i wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. i left my keys at your place before i flew out, remember?”

“okay, but i literally don’t want to step foot in his apartment,” you stress, cringing at the thought.

“it’s my apartment, too,” joshua deadpans.

you groan, already feeling a headache coming on.

“just go in, grab the folder on my desk, and leave,” he insists. “cheol probably won’t even be home.”

which is how you find yourself standing outside their apartment door, holding joshua’s keys and hyping yourself up like you’re about to enter enemy territory. which, in a way, you are.

the space between us three (jyh) | eight.

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⇢summary: while juggling the demands of life, yunho continues to do his best to raise his independent 11 yr old daughter, seora. throughout the years, they've built a strong foundation, an unbreakable bond— one that consists of late night talks and food runs, father/daughter dates, and sideline cheerleading at her basketball games. so when you unexpectedly come into their world, things shift. despite the uncertainty and the fear of stepping outside of their comfort zone, yunho and seora eventually learn how to open their hearts and learn how to rebuild a home where three can thrive together.

⇢pairing: single dad!yunho x f. reader

⇢genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, single dad au | fluff, angst, smut

⇢word count: 7.3k

⇢chapter content/warnings: cussing, a glimpse of seora in her athlete mode, more yunho x seora moments, more yunho x oc moments hehe, yunho opens up to oc about eunha, making out, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), soft sex!!, lots of tender moments

⇢on rotation: be alright - yunho | savior - kyuri