Haiii Would You Ever Consider Writing For The Boyz, I Love Your Writing So Much It's So Good And I Literally

haiii would you ever consider writing for the boyz, i love your writing so much it's so good and i literally can't find any small blurbs about them like yours on this app, ive read all of them! u can ignore this message jagi, love your works!!!!!!

i dont know, i mean i dont mind, i love them as much as you do and my boyz are truly underrated, lemme ask the audience (btw thank you so much thats such a nice compliment, im so happy that you like my writing!!), also if i'd recommend this smau by @ericupid but you prolly already know it (˵¯͒〰¯͒˵)

hey could you add me to your lime sorbet taglist please? (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡

already answered that one privately but i need it 4 the tags so i can stay organized, don't mind me!!

i find the nickname "darling" so corny (my opinion!! not shamin anyone) but i genuinely see jacob bae using it, like... he makes it work. idk how but he does.

SHOPPING SPREE

pairing: dilf!hongjoong x younger!reader, dilf!wooyoung x younger!reader genre: fluff wrd cnt: 1.1k author's note: i tried writing them as these mysterious ceo sugar daddies but i really can't take them seriously so it's kinda crack but like slightly. working on my aesthetic don't mind me masterlist

"you're getting that dress,"

mumbling, you gaze at the gorgeous burgundy mini dress, hugging your body just right, as you stand before the large mirror. "nah woo, it's too short," you say to yourself. turning to your boyfriend, you notice him staring at you with droopy eyes. "but your legs are so pretty, a dress that short is perfect for you," he remarks.

you can't help but blush at his compliment. bashfully, you skip over to him and plop down on his lap, the shopping bags from your two boyfriends nearby getting accidentally hit by your heels. he affectionately pats your bottom, and you share a slow, sweet kiss, interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind you.

feeling embarrassed, you quickly move away, realizing you've been caught doing something a bit naughty in public. wooyoung tightens his hold on your thigh, shooting a glare over your shoulder at the person who dared to interrupt your moment together.

both of you are met with the sight of a silent hongjoong, who is staring at both of you while taking a small puff of his cigarette.

"joong!" you greet him with a bright smile. he gets closer and he runs a hand through your hair before resting it gently on your cheek. "find anything you like?"

he had reserved the entire shop for the day, ensuring that nobody would bother you both, with only two workers stationed outside the spacious dressing room. while he shopped for his own clothes, he let wooyoung take charge of choosing outfits for you, knowing that wooyoung had a keen sense of fashion. not as good as him though.

"mmmh, not really, but i got this for you," he says, pushing a small vivienne westwood purse into your hands. he delights in the way your entire expression transforms. he watches as your eyes widen, seemingly drawing in all the dimmed lights of the room, making them shine brightly like orbs.

"oh shut up— that's the bag i've been searching for years! i thought it— i thought it was discontinued!" you exclaim excitedly. wooyoung leans in curiously, peering over your shoulder to get a look at the red heart shaped item. he can't help but smile against your skin as you start rambling about how it's anok yai's favorite bag or something like that.

"really? just saw it on a random shelf somewhere," hongjoong mutters mid inhale, feigning nonchalance. it's evident that he's lying, as he had actually gone to great lengths to have the primary designer create one especially for you, even though it hadn't been made since the 90s. however, he chooses not to share this information, knowing that you might feel uncomfortable with such a grand gesture.

"put it on your shoulder, show me how you look with it, kitten," wooyoung says from behind you, playfully pushing you off his lap as you protest at the nickname. "ew, wooyoung, don't call me that! you sound like a discord mod," you retort, to which he responds with a puzzled expression, asking what discord even is. ignoring him, you stand up and walk a bit further away, dramatically faking a catwalk to show off the purse. hongjoong takes a seat next to wooyoung, both of them enamored by the sight of you strutting your stuff goofily.

"you look so good, baby," wooyoung groans with approval as he gives hongjoong a fist bump, silently acknowledging that bringing you here was a great idea, given it was his suggestion. hongjoong agrees from his spot, bending to tap the ash away on an ashtray beside him, but his eyes never leave you. "i have to agree with wooyoung on this one, you look stunning," he compliments.

"see, that's how i know you guys are old," you playfully roll your eyes at them, and they raise their eyebrows in confusion, prompting you to explain. you let out a sigh and cross your arms on your chest, saying, "my dress is red, my bag is red— it doesn't work. i have to break it with another color; i can't look good like this. it's basically… math."

wooyoung has absolutely no idea what you're talking about, but he still lets out an "aahh" sound, pretending as if you just made a wild revelation. meanwhile, hongjoong playfully rolls his eyes at wooyoung's response, a soft smile lingering on his face. wooyoung chimes in with another comment, "but you always manage to make things work, no matter what."

you giggle in response, deciding it's time to change your outfit. you simply turn and hide yourself behind the curtains, preparing to go home. your boyfriends continue to chat about their business and wait patiently.

once you're finally done changing back into your clothes, hongjoong is already standing up, holding half of the bags in his hands. his biceps flex as he handles the weight of the bags filled with heels and sneakers. meanwhile, wooyoung is still sitting, lighting his own cigarette. as he hears your footsteps, he puts his specially designed lighter in the pocket of his suit, offering you a crooked smile before bending down to pick up the remaining bags.

you walk over to them, feeling grateful for their thoughtful gesture and the fun time you had together shopping. "you guys spoil me way too much," you say, giving them both a warm smile. they exchange a look of affectionate amusement, and hongjoong replies, "well, you deserve it. only the best for my baby."

you press a kiss to his cheek, and wooyoung gasps dramatically, teasingly exclaiming, "what about me? i'm paying for half of it!" you scrunch your nose in response, "i don't like the smoke." wooyoung sends you the dirtiest look ever and wraps a heavy arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest, making you whine. you then run behind hongjoong who playfully fakes a kick at wooyoung.

as you all step outside of the big dressing room and into the shop, you curiously mumble, "how are you guys allowed to smoke inside?" following them to the cash register, you notice two women smiling politely at them, seemingly unfazed by the smoke. their attention is solely focused on the numerous bags you all are holding, probably excited by the number of purchases you've made.

"we reserved this whole store for the day, and you're still wondering if we have to follow rules," wooyoung laughs at your innocence, the cigarette moving up and down as he clamps into it.

"joong he's making fun of me again, beat him up!!"

"okay lemme just put these bags down for a second."

"yah!!"

to the anon who sent me this ask "hongjoong with a predator and prey kink IM BLUSHING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT"

i went heavy in cnc roleplay (knife play, running in the woods, established reliationship/safe word kinda thing), send me another ask or a dm to let me know if that works with you, because i don't wanna make you uncomfy i acc want you to enjoy it (⋟﹏⋞)

this is for @violexa