Moonstruck P.SH .*

Moonstruck — P.SH ✧.*

summary: when your boyfriend won’t stop staring at you or sunghoon falling deeply in love

genre: fluff, romance

warnings: not proofread!!

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sunghoon loves you. there’s no doubt in that.

you are his first love, and hopes to be his last.

sometimes he gets so immersed in his thoughts about the future, and you’re a huge part of it. he wants to marry you one day, loving the thought of being with you for the rest of his life. growing old with you, through thick and thin, and till death do us part.

he would have never thought in his life that he’d be this in love with someone. of course, he knew the concept of it, he did grow up in a loving household, his parents always giving their all to their kids, and to each other. he always felt warm and safe.

and that’s what he felt when he’s with you.

not only that, but your love for him felt overflowing. to him, you were the embodiment of beauty and love.

“i missed you.” arms wrapped around his waist as soon as he entered your studio apartment, giving the boy a soft squeeze as he tried to take his shoes off with his own feet, not wanting to even let you go for just a second.

a cute smile on displayed on his plump lips, his arms hugging you back. he then gently pulled you, your feet dangling as he walked to your bed which wasn’t too far from the door. he plopped you down before pressing his lips against yours, basically caging you around him. “i missed you too, precious. you have no idea.”

you giggled against his lips, enjoying the feeling of his lips. “wait, wait. before i forget.” you pulled away from the kiss, though he stole a quick peck before moving to sit on the edge of your bed, helping you up.

“what is it?”

you slightly jogged to your fridge before taking out a tiramisu cake, your boyfriend’s favorite, which you had made earlier in the morning as you wanted to surprise him with it. surprisingly it turned out well, feeling a bit proud of yourself. baking was never really your thing, but you wanted to gave it a try instead of just buying it at a local bakery, to make it more special.

“ta dah!” you grinned as you placed it on the circle dining table, sunghoon, who had got up looking down at the cake, a surprised expression on his face, lips parted.

“woah. you made all this? i didn’t you could bake.”

“well, i don’t. but i wanted to try it out because i knew it’s your favorite. don’t have high expectations though! i know it’s probably not the best but it turned out okay.”

sunghoon felt his heart skip a beat, gulping at the sudden feeling, his eyes not leaving you. the way you smile while showing him the tiramisu made him feel as if he was floating. how can he not fall in love over and over again if that’s how you treat him? you make him feel so loved.

he loves you so much that he will do everything for you. if there were an alternative universe out there, he wishes that he’ll still be with you. if reincarnation is a real thing, which sunghoon still thinks about from time to time when he’s deep in his thoughts, he hopes that you’ll both find each other, one way or another.

“hoon?” he shook his head to snap himself out, seeing you look at him with such concern, causing his heart to melt.

god, he felt himself falling deeper and deeper for you.

“ah, yeah. let’s go try it.” he smiled tenderly before walking to one of your kitchen cabinets, knowing where everything was as your place was basically his second home.

grabbing plates and utensils for you both, he cut up one for you first, a habit that he formed after he began dating you, before placing a slice for himself. sunghoon quickly pulled one of the chairs for you to sit on, being the gentleman he is. it truly warms your heart whenever he does things like this, as it makes you feel so loved.

he sat down next to you, stabbing a piece into his fork before doing a "cheers" with you, trying the dessert. you watched him take a bite before you did, waiting for any reactions. his brows furrowed as he ate, and a low hum soon followed. "woah! this is really good! good job."

"you think so? i'm glad. i made a lot so you better finish it." you jokingly threatened your boyfriend before eating some more of the tiramisu, pleasantly surprised by your own creation. sunghoon's eyes remained on you as he ate, his eyes twinkling, gaze full of adoration.

he doesn’t realize how much he smiles when he’s around you. pretty sure he only smiles when he is around you. sure he’d smile to others as a kind gesture, but even that was a rare sight, though with you it was different. it was genuine.

he let out a low chuckle when he noticed a small cream from the cake on the corner if your lips, making you look up at him in confusion. “cute.” he mumbled and mindlessly wiped the cream off with his thumb, catching you off guard. your eyes looked up at him, cheeks heating up.

even after months (almost a year) of being in a relationship with him, he never fails to make you shy.

sunghoon licks it off his thumb before he leaned closer to you, lips hovering over yours. your heart felt loud in your ears.

“you have no idea how crazy you’re making me feel.” he whispered with a low and hushed tone. soon his lips pressed against yours, your hand dropping the fork down your plate before you placed it on his arm, kissing the boy back.

his lips felt so warm and gentle against yours. the sweet taste from your lips drove him even crazier, gently biting the bottom of your lips.

he finally pulled away, wanting to give you some time to breathe, though his forehead remained pressed against yours, his hand on your cheek. “what’s gotten into you?” you mumbled shyly, lips swollen and pink.

his eyebrow raised at your question, “what do you mean? can i not kiss my girlfriend?”

“not that… of course you can. just… i don’t know.” gosh, seeing you all shy made him feel some type of way.

“i just really love you. i’m so in love with you, precious.”

you didn’t think your cheeks could get even redder than it was, looking down bashfully.

“well, i want you to know that i really love you too hoon.” you smiled warmly, slowly looking up at him,

his fangs now on display as he grinned, “i’m glad. cause i am never letting you go.”

“sounds good to me.”

sunghoon doesn’t waste anymore time and pressed his lips back against yours, heart and mind filled with nothing else but you.

SHUT YOUR PRETTY MOUTH

genre. fluff. warnings. eric's yapping abt furry stuff 😟 reader hates on furries. slight make out. not proofread pairing. eric x fem!reader. wc. 951. request. no. a/n. @hursheys i hope this fulfills your eric delusions ☝️ i kinda hate the ending but whatever we're gonna roll with it. net. @deoboyznet

“So then he was like ‘well that’s totally furry behaviour’, and, obviously, I took offense to that. Cause, like, hello that’s absurd! I’m not a furry. I just bark occasionally—”

You were all too familiar with Eric’s chronic insomnia. Much like a toddler, if he didn’t do enough during the day to exhaust his endless energy, he could easily stay up all night with no sense of time or how tired other people (you) were. You closed your eyes, still half-listening to your boyfriend’s rambling, although you had lost the context of it a long time ago. If you were lucky, you might even be able to fall asleep to his yapping…

As if.

“So I was like, ‘dude, I have a girlfriend, why would you even suggest that’!? They went without me— good riddance— and I blocked them too, so there’s no need to worry. Maybe this is what Kevin meant when he warned me to stop hanging out with random people I meet on the streets. But, I met you on the streets too, so I can’t trust anything Kevin says anymore. Imagine if I hadn’t stopped to get your number at the crosswalk? My life would be so boring now!” Eric continued animatedly, drumming his fingers against the pillow that rested in his lap, picking out the rhythm to one of The Boyz’s songs.

“And I might actually be able to get some sleep…” You interjected with a tired whisper, rolling on your side to face your boyfriend. You opened your eyes with a pointed glare, and Eric’s let out a small “oh”.

“Right. Sorry, baby. You should sleep.” He said quickly, plopping down next to you and planting a quick kiss to your forehead. He was quiet for around 3 minutes, before you heard a small whisper close to your face.

“You don’t ever regret taking my number, do you?” You opened one eye to find Eric staring at you, his eyes wide like a puppy’s. 

“No, I don’t regret it.” You said truthfully, a yawn coming in at the end of your response. Eric smiled slightly, his brain telling him that he should let you finally sleep, but it seemed his mouth had other ideas.

“What if I was a furry? Would you still date me?” You had to hold back a laugh at the question, assuming that it was a reference to his earlier rambling. Although you couldn’t recall how the full conversation had gone, you were pretty sure that even if you did, it wouldn’t help you understand Eric’s brain.

“Who said you weren’t already?” You asked sarcastically, earning a pout from the boy that was almost impossible to resist kissing. 

“What if instead of talking to you I just barked in response?” 

You raised an eyebrow at him, silently judging his train of thought that was getting increasingly more unhinged with every minute that went by. You being extremely tired didn’t help with your patience for his incessant questions. You loved your boyfriend, you really did. But sometimes you just wanted him to shut up and let you sleep.

“What if instead of walking—”

Eric thankfully was not able to finish his sentence, which you could only assume had something to do with crawling on all fours or galloping around like a pony, because you had finally given in to your thoughts and shut up his rambling with your lips. He was shocked at first, frozen in place from your sudden movement. But kissing you was as natural as breathing to him, so he quickly found his rhythm, pulling you closer by your waist and kissing you deeply. 

“Was that a yes?” Came Eric’s first words when you broke off for air. 

“If you mean breaking up if you became a furry, then definitely yes. Now shut your pretty mouth.” You stated clearly before crashing your lips onto his again, giving him no opportunity to protest.

It was surprising how easy it was to get lost in the kiss even when you were exhausted. With Eric eagerly leading, it was simple enough to just let him do most of the work. You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair as he squeezed your waist, letting his tongue slip past your lips gently. 

It seemed your kissing idea worked wonders to exhaust your boyfriend’s energy, as when he broke it off and fell back onto the pillow, he wrapped you up in his arms and let his eyes fall close. You could feel his heart racing, your ear resting over his chest. His cheeks were flushed a pretty pink colour and his lips slightly swollen from the prolonged kiss. As his heartbeat slowed to a regular speed, you naturally matched your breathing with it, and the repetition lulled you to sleep quickly.

Eric held you tightly in his arms, listening to your steady breathing. He was tired, but his mind still raced with thoughts. Rather than meaningless questions he loved to throw at you, they all shifted to thoughts of you. He didn’t deserve your patience at the best of times, and was forever thankful that you truly loved him for himself. 

He knew he could be overbearing and exhausting at times, but he tried his best to balance it with the soft romantic moments that you and him both loved. You were quite similar to each other, the more Eric thought about. Although you were definitely more subdued, which balanced his exuberant energy quite well.

He sniffed, not having realized until now that his eyes had welled up with tears from his thoughts. He sheepishly blinked them away and held you a little closer in his arms, falling into his dreamland with you.

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[8:42PM] - Can’t Get Enough (j.hn)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), friends to lovers, fingering, some dry humping, "secret" relationship, mirror sex (if you squint), Word count: 0.5K

A/N: Part 2 to this fic from a while back, to the anon that requested it I can't find the original ask but I hope you see this and know I kept this in mind for a while! 🥺 Consider this my late bday gift to Hak too! Tagging @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @winterchimez @snowflakewhispers

“Hak please, they’re going to hear us…” You mumble under your breath.

“They’re only going to hear us because you can’t keep quiet.” He whispers against your ear.

Ever since the incident in the van, it was like the two of you just couldn’t keep your hands off each other. And well… none of you were complaining about it. Both of you found every opportunity to be with one another even at the most inconvenient times, just like now as you fool around in the upstairs bathroom of whoever’s party this was.

And all it took was a small but lingering caress of Haknyeon’s hand on your lower back, a touch that signaled I want to do very bad things to you right now.

He currently has you pressed up against the sink, your hands gripping onto the edge of the countertop as his hand covers your mouth while he vigorously plunges two of his thick fingers inside your weeping cunt. His plush lips finding purchase at the junction between your neck and collarbone, muffling his own sounds of pleasure as he ruts his erection between your ass.

“They’ll get too suspicious Hak, we’ve been gone too long…” You groan against his big palm.

“Relax. I’ll be quick I promise.” He leaves a small kiss on your shoulder.

His fingers inside suddenly curl and thrust deeper into your core, trying to get you to reach your sweet release in a matter of seconds. Your eyes roll back as Haknyeon continues to finger fuck you into oblivion.

You don’t even notice the smirk on his face as he watches your reaction through the reflection of the mirror in front of you, taking a mental snapshot of your face for his own pleasure later on when he’s alone in his room tonight.

He knows you’re close by the way your eyebrows knit together, how your breathing slowly turns erratic, and how your hand release their grip from the countertop and grip his hair instead.

“I’m goi- oh fuck!” You mumble against his hand.

“C’mere-” Haknyeon turns your jaw towards him, smashing his lips against yours as he swallows in your moans. Your velvety walls gripping his fingers like a vice as you come undone so beautifully.

After, you both slowly help fix each other’s appearances before leaving the bathroom at different times as to not cause any attention to the party goers downstairs. But even being at different corners of the room, you still find yourselves seeking the other with your usual hidden glances at one another.

“So… When do you think they’re finally going to admit they're together?” Eric whispers to Hyunjae as they observe the two of you from their spot on the couch.

“I’d give it a week or two until one of them breaks.” Hyunjae replies.

“Tonight, that’s my bet.” Eric says confidently.

“Horse shit.” Hyunjae scoffs as he takes another swig of his beer.

“Give me ten minutes. I’ll cozy up near her and he’ll come rushing.” Eric smirks.

Safe to say, Hyunjae lost a lot of cash that night.

Dont condone workplace bullying guys! Definitely leave if you’re feeling all the icks 😰

lean on me

pairing: husband!mingyu x gn!reader genre: drabble, hurt/comfort, some fluff warning(s): mentions of food, mean coworkers word count: 0.9k

summary: your husband seems to be feeling down, but you can’t seem to figure out why.

Your husband’s being awfully quiet tonight.

He’d come back home a few hours ago, saying nothing other than a soft “Hi” in reply to your enthusiastic greeting, and immediately went to take a shower without smothering you in hugs and kisses.

Which is incredibly unusual, considering his tendency to start telling you anything and everything about his day the moment he walks through the front door to your shared apartment despite having told you almost everything through text already (to your endearment). Coupled with the fact that today was his first day at his new job, you fully expected Mingyu to have many things to recount from his day at work and the welcome dinner afterwards.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, you try to recall the events of the day as you scroll through your text history with your husband, but come up short. Your eyes gloss over the last few texts he’d sent you as you purse your lips together in thought.

my gyu: i’m going to the welcome dinner now!! [18:01]

my gyu: i’m so excited :) can’t wait to tell u all abt it!! [18:01]

you: so excited for u!! have fun bb <3 [18:02]

you: how’s the dinner? [20:12]

The realisation that your husband never replied to your text hits you only now, and you’re met with the sudden urge to check up on him.

You pocket your phone, brows furrowed as you shuffle through the apartment and into your bedroom, only to be met with Mingyu’s back as he lies down on the side of the bed further away from the door.

If your suspicions are correct, your husband is most definitely not sleeping.

Something must’ve happened at the welcome dinner.

You creep towards Mingyu, climbing onto your side of the bed and engulfing your husband in a back hug immediately. Mingyu tenses for a split second before resting his hands on your arms.

“Is everything okay?” your voice is soft, and you plant a kiss on the back of Mingyu’s neck while waiting patiently for a response. Mingyu hums weakly in affirmation.

Silence ensues as you don’t probe him further, deciding to give him time to process things.

Your husband sits up and turns around to face you after a while, and you smile at him while following suit, hoping to give him some of your energy.

“I went to the welcome dinner earlier…” Mingyu begins as you nod, reaching out to hold his hands in yours as you rub circles on the back of his hands.

“They said it was company tradition to diss the newcomer, so that’s what they did once we got a few drinks in,” you raise an eyebrow at Mingyu’s words, but make no move to interrupt him. “The jabs were funny at first, but some of them started talking about my lisp and imitating it, and I just didn’t find it funny anymore. I didn’t say anything, company tradition and all, and I feel stupid for even feeling upset when they were just joking and—”

“It’s not a joke if it’s making you upset, baby,” you can’t take it anymore, deciding to cut him off while squeezing his hands tighter. “Your feelings are valid, and they shouldn’t have made fun of you like that. Not then, and not ever.”

Mingyu’s eyes start glistening, a result of him tearing up at your words. “But if- if this is a running tradition, then the others would have been able to handle the disses. I’m just- sensitive for no reason, right?”

You detach one of your hands from your husband’s to cup his cheek, a deep frown etched on your face.

“Baby,” you begin, slowly picking and choosing your words in your head, “You’re not being sensitive, you’re allowed to feel upset about this. This… ‘tradition’ is already very questionable in the first place, and I’m really sorry you had to go through that. It just doesn’t sit right with me to have people literally insult and make fun of you and for you to have to be fine with it. You can feel upset. In fact, you should feel upset, because there’s literally no world where such behaviour should be condoned.”

Mingyu leans into your touch, letting the first tear fall from his left eye. Your heart aches so much, and you pull Mingyu into your embrace, where sobs start racking his body as he buries his face into your neck.

“T-thank you,” your husband manages between sobs, and you squeeze him tighter around you. “You’re always so good to me.”

As a people-centric person, Mingyu tends to put others’ concerns and well-being first, often disregarding himself and his own feelings that it eventually culminates into him feeling miserable. Even then, however, he puts up a front as much as he can, and it breaks your heart every time you see him like this. You’re determined to remind him that he’s loved, and that his feelings, just like anyone else’s, matters.

The next few minutes or so are spent in each other’s arms as you encourage Mingyu to cry his heart out, and it’s a while later when he’s calmed down, head on your chest as you both lie down and get ready to retire for the night.

“I love you,” Mingyu whispers, tilting his head up to kiss your jaw. “I should quit my job, shouldn’t I?”

You smile, pulling him tighter against your chest. “I love you, too, baby. I’ll support you in whatever you choose to do.”

“And baby? There’s nothing funny about your lisp. If anything, I think it’s really cute.”

Mingyu beams at you in response, and you swear his goofy grin could light up the whole world.

You’re never letting him go.

a/n: kind of… inspired by the latest gose episode (class president part 2)

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MORNING KISSES ⋆ 재윤

jake x gn! reader  ⸝⸝  in which . . . jake refuses to wake up until you shower him with kisses and affection. genre: pure fluff. cw: kissing. 0.6k words.

“it’s time to wake up.” you kneeled down next to the bed, brushing away a strand of stray hair that covered jake’s face.

jake’s brows furrowed as he let out a low grunt. opening his eyes groggily, he blinked a few times to adjust to the warm glow pooling in from the window. the crease between his brows relaxed a little when his eyes landed on you, his face breaking into a sleepy smile and his arms reached out to you, pulling you back into the bed.

“just five more minutes.” his voice was husky, but behind the roughness of his morning voice was a soft, craving plea. he buried his face against shoulder, his soft hair tickling your neck. “please.”

it took every fibre in your body to force yourself to push away his comforting warmth. you propped yourself up against his chest on your forearms, trying to reason with him. “you can’t be late today.”

jake hummed in agreement, but his arms were still wrapped firmly around your waist, and it didn’t seem like he had any intention of letting go.

“jake.” you said sternly, trying to wriggle out of his hold. jake ignored your attempts to break free, instead, he placed a hand behind your neck, pulling you back into his embrace.

“jake.” you repeated in your best attempt at sounding stern, but your voice just sounded muffled against his shirt.

“gimme a kiss first.” jake mumbled, his breath ticking against your ear.

you could feel your resolve slowly crumbling away with every passing second, but you gathered yourself together with the last bits of your willpower. “no kisses until you get out of bed.”

jake pouted at your statement. “just one? please.”

he stared at you expectantly, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. there was now a smug smile plastered on his face, as if he was certain that you would give in.

and he was right.

you sighed in defeat, lifting your head slightly to place a chaste kiss on his lips, a smile creeping up your own face as you felt the corners of his mouth curl up into a smile.

“awake now?”

jake frowned when you pulled away. “more.”

you laughed, shaking your head in disbelief, and the sound sent a bloom of warmth to his chest. you grabbed his face between your hands, giving him a stare that said fine, you win, before you peppered his entire face with kisses.

if you had known what would happen after that morning, maybe you wouldn’t have given in to his wishes that easily. but who was to blame you? the tingle of his breath against your skin, the warmth of his arms wrapped around you, and the mixture of mischief and devotion twinkling in his eyes.

and from that day onwards, you would have to face the consequences and shower jake with a generous amount of kisses every morning just to get him out of bed.

you simply couldn’t refuse him.

🎤…baby you light up my world like nobody else! 🤣

Fireflies - Maki

Word count: 806

Summary: you and Maki catching fireflies

Genre: fluff

You and Maki decided to go on a walk. The sun was setting, so you had both decided to go to the park, wanting a better view of the sunset. The weather was beginning to cool as you reached the end of summer. You and Maki reached the park before trying to find a spot to sit with fewer trees. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a little yellow flash. You didn't think much of it until you saw another small dot of light appear just above the grass in front of you.

"Maki, did you see that?" You asked him while pointing at the spot in front of you. He turned away from the gold and pink sky in front of him to look at you. He noticed you pointing and looked over to the area you were pointing towards. He nearly turned back towards you, confused by what you meant when the firefly from before lit up once more. He smiled and looked at you, and you saw the reflection of another small speck of light in his eyes.

"There's still some fireflies left." He said before looking around to try and spot some more. You watched the grass next to the sidewalk carefully to find more of them. You watched until another firefly started glowing before stepping off of the sidewalk and reaching toward it. You gently reached out, cupping your hand before enclosing the slow-moving little insect in the palm of your hand. When you turned around, you noticed that Maki was several feet away, chasing a few fireflies excitedly. When he saw one light up, he ran towards it before losing it once it stopped glowing. You quietly giggled at his antics, finding it cute when he had a little pout after he lost sight of the bugs.

"Hey love, come look." You call over to him. He looked over at you before running over to your side. You opened your hand to show him the bug before looking at your hand, confused. When you opened your hand, you noticed that the firefly wasn't there anymore. It was your turn to pout while Maki laughed.

"You just wanted to show me your empty hand?" He teased just as one of the little bugs flashed between your faces. He quickly grabbed it out of the air. "Is this what you wanted to show me?" He had a small smirk on his face when he opened his hands, revealing the firefly sitting in his palm.

"No fair! That's probably the one I caught before!" He laughed at the almost offended look on your face. The firefly in his hand flew away.

"Not my fault you couldn't keep track of him." You scoffed at his statement while he smirked before running off to try and catch some more. The two of you continued catching fireflies while the sun's rays kept getting dimmer. After a few more minutes he looked over at you, who was slowly moving your cupped hand in the direction of the dots of light that appeared in the air around you. "What are you moving so slowly for y/n? You don't exactly have the element of surprise." You heard his teasing coming from behind you.

You turned and glared in his direction while he jokingly put his hands up in fake surrender. "That's how my mom taught me to do it" You retorted. His mouth formed an 'o' shape. "At least I've been catching more than you." This was true, as you had a few fireflies trapped in your non dominant hand, while Maki hadn't caught any since the one that you were still convinced was yours. He narrowed his eyes at your statement before trying your tactic. To his surprise, he caught one quickly. You saw the happiness in his eyes when he jogged over to show you.

"I can catch fireflies too." He said before crossing his arms when the firefly in his hand flew away.

You kept watching the bug as it flew away in the dark. "Did you know that the males are the ones that fly around? They fly around and light up to find the females." You said as you smiled at all the fireflies in the space in front of you.

"Is that so?" Maki said as he looked down at you from where he was standing. You nodded before looking up at him and grinning. "In that case, if I were one, I'd light up all the time just to find you." He smiled at you, who was shaking your head at his cheesiness.

"Oh brother." You muttered under your breath. He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"You know you love me y/n."

"I know Maki. I do love you . Goofy lines and all."

"Hey!"