“Do you want a girl or a boy?”

The question was odd to you. No matter how many times you were asked, your answer remained the same. Why should you care for the sex of the baby? A baby is a baby. Regardless of being born a girl or boy, it’s going to keep you up all night with its cries. You’ll still raise the kid the same. Is one worse than the other? It was a mystery why so many people were obsessed with asking you the question. Was it better for your firstborn to be a boy? A strong, healthy boy who will bring honor to Wonwoo’s name. Then, is a girl perceived as less?

omg! i've gone back and changed it. hopefully that fixes it. if not someone pls lmk

Wonwoo suddenly shares his location with you.

He was in the middle of a park.

He texts something about going on a date. An off handed comment about how he’s having a good time.

He’s in the middle of tour. . . . And he’s on a date?

You think, ’have I not suffered enough? not only did I lose you, now I have i watch you fall for another?’

Dejun sounds like he’s singing when you go down on him.

Short breaths that lead to long whines. A melodic tune that you swear sounds so explicit you would’ve assumed it was fake if it wasn’t coming from Dejun. And the way he holds your hand—like his life depends on it—is so needy, you can’t believe he’s yours truly.

You’ve been going at it for a while now, bringing him to the edge only to tease him with your fingers once he’s close enough. He’s pants out the most delicate noises every time your thumb swipes over his tip.

“Fuck—baby, please,” he unconsciously chases your touch as you bring your fingers away.

You land a soft kiss on his length. Breathing in all he is as you do so. You know he needs release, and he’s definitely earned it at this point. But you’re so in love with his grunts and harmonies that you wonder just how far he’d let you push him.

“What do you need?” You smile as you squeeze your interlocked fingers.

“Need you,” a hum, “Need you so bad,”

His big eyes glisten with tears. You pull your hand from his, which makes Dejun let out another whine until he feels your hand land on his jaw. Coming up for a kiss, you stand up to your knees on the bed. Dejun immediately kisses you back. He wastes no time in licking the inside of your mouth. Drawing a gasp from you when he bites down on your bottom lip.

“Wanna fuck you,” he mumbles against your lips.

Not Worth It

Pairing: Ten x Reader

Summary: accidentally sending a nude to ten

A/N: scribbled this down on my notes app and then it came to life on its own

Disclaimer: mature themes, minors DNI

Warnings: reader has a fat ass 😔

joshua feels like a soft smile. an exchange with a stranger when you accidentally make eye contact across campus on your way to class. surprisingly warm, comforting even. the natural tug on the end of your lips. you can’t help but think wow, that was really nice. and the rest of your week goes by while you daydream of the man who fluttered past you one sunny day.

Jihoon isn’t one to outwardly display his affection in public. He’s not like Soonyoung, who easily rests his head on the crooks of his loved one’s shoulders. Nor like Minghao, a protective hand resting on the smalls of backs. He’s never been like either of them. Not that he wishes he was. He’s never minded it, and neither have you.

there’s a danger in spending too much time with somebody. they learn the kind of person you are. often remembering the things you mention offhandedly. memorizing the things that make you the person you are. as in: your habits, your speech pattern, your real laugh.

seungkwan knows your schedule better than you do. he reminds you of club meetings and homework you still need to submit. he remembers the crazy economics professor you had last semester. he listens to you tell the same story twice because he likes to compare it to the first time you told it—you exaggerate different details every time.

strong believer that joshua writes down every recommendation you give him.

you like a blueberry-flavored lip balm? he buys an identical one. you like a new show on netflix? already on his watch list. this man has a playlist compiled of songs you’ve recommended. he loves discovering all the things you love. he unconsciously respects your opinion over others; his members would be telling him about a restaurant they've been wanting to visit and he'd brush it off because you only rated it 2/5 stars.

joshua has a folder in his notes dedicated to things you've told him. it started as a way to remember them all and has evolved since then. to name a few notes, "y/n's star signs + explanations", "y/n's guilty pleasure shows", and a very long note titled "places to visit with y/n". there are pictures with links. like he is ready. to leave as soon as you'll allow him to whisk you away.

Petals

Pairing: Minghao x Reader (18+ ONLY)

Summary: minghao has a dream and asks you to recreate it.

A/N: happy friday nd belated valentines day <3

Disclaimer: *NSFW* minors DNI. i was rereading han kang’s “the vegetarian” and couldn’t get hao out of my mind. so, this is my manifestation of that minus all the creepy parts. no use of y/n. gn reader.

Warnings: painting on reader, fingering (receiving, anatomy not specified <3), teasing, pet name (love), hint of overstimulation, cheesy hao, sub/dom dynamic

Word count: 1.7k

Minghao made you feel comfortable. 

Comfortable like when you get home from a long day at work, you can trust him to eat with you in silence. Trust him to push you enough to take care of yourself, but not to the point he knows you can’t handle. He’d gesture for you to finish your food. Push your hair out of your face when it gets in the way. Lead you to the couch and lay you down. And when he puts on your favorite record, and his hands begin to ache the tension in your muscles in your legs–you’d let out a deep sigh. 

Trust like finally being able to let your eyelids fall when you feel the heat of his skin touch yours. Eventually, the setting sun’s kiss of rays wouldn’t be enough to light the small room, and he’d softly urge you that it was time to go to bed. 

Nothing is more comfortable than the presence of Minghao when you’re in the bathroom washing up together and he takes it upon himself to fix the face mask on your skin. His fingers silky as they smooth out the paper. You can only blink at him as your chest swells. And all he can do is blink back.

It almost becomes too much when he finally sets you down on your bed and wraps his arms around your body. Nothing can compare to the feeling right before he buries his head in your neck. Because in that very millisecond–in that feeling where butterflies erupt in your chest (though that may simply be your pounding heart)--your body remembers his and you finally feel at home. You know you’ll never be safer than when his lips begin to whisper secrets against your skin. Secrets only shared between the two of you once the moon perches herself above your heads. Xu Minghao was that comfort and you were his.

thank u so much for reading and enjoying! I want to start writing more but if anything they'd be shorter pieces bcs of work n school rn

wip wednesday

Carnation (epilogue) - Han Seojun x Reader

“Has anyone called Seojun yet?”