Drew 🐶

tw: none!

wc: 1.4k

summary: lazy days are the best type of days, especially when it means waking up next to your boyfriend, wrapped up tightly in his arms.

genre: fluff

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lazy days with your boyfriend jeongwoo had always been a rare occurrence in your relationship since he had been confirmed to debut with treasure. he’d often spend the nights exhausted from hours of dance and vocal training, the only time you would see each other was at school and even then contact was limited, him being in the practical music department and you in the practical dance department. therefore when the pair of you both had a free evening schedule and even the next morning it was inevitable that you were to plan to spend the night together. 

It had been a long week full of promotions for both jeongwoo and you; him promoting jikjin, you as a backup dancer for viviz’s promotions of bop bop! you saw each other briefly on music show schedules that both groups were performing on, but it was only ever enough to make eye contact when passing by. so finally when the pair of you finished your schedules for the next 24 hours you met up at his dorm. his company already knew that you guys were dating and were accepting of it as long as you kept it under wraps from dispatch. it was tradition for you guys to spend the time together just watching movies and talking about your weeks. it was rare for you guys to spend such a huge amount of time together whilst he was promoting and even when he wasn't, you were busy either promoting as a backup dancer for a group, learning dances for group promotions or completing assignments for school.

you headed to his dorm straight after finishing with viviz for promotions, him having left slightly earlier. you wished you could have gone with him straight from the recording station but you knew not to in order to prevent outing your relationship. arriving at his dorm just after he had gotten there meant that you could both just head straight into his room and begin your relaxing night together after so long away from each other. firstly you got changed into your matching pyjama sets that you wore when you could spend the night together, followed by the pair of you standing next to each other in the bathroom mirror, taking off your makeup from the shows today before putting a face mask on each other. once this part of your routine was done, the pair of you headed into his bedroom, jeongwoo lying on his bed, whilst you popped your head into the other boys rooms to see if they wanted to order anything but as always they said not to bother ordering for them as they would just cook themselves some ramen. you knew this wasnt exactly true and they were likely to order later on but they just didnt want to disturb you and jeongwoo. just before leaving mashiho’s room, he told you that he would go and collect your food and bring it up for you save disturbing yours and jeongwoos movie, you were thankful that the other boys were respectful of the limited time the pair of you spent together especially through such small actions.

Pairing: Jeongwoo x gn. reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 0.6k words

Content Warnings: High school au!; established relationship; soft makeout

Mellow speaks: My first Jeongwoo fic is here!! Writing makeouts is what makes me the happiest lmao, so I'm so happy my beloved bestie requested this!!

Tagging: @yogurteume @ivyvesisi @sweethyuka @yedammi

"And just like that, we have the answer," you say, a smile on your face as you look up your boyfriend in the hopes of finally having had gotten through to him. But the second your eyes read his face, your smile turns into a small frown when you notice him, completely zoned out.

"Jeongwoo!," you whine, hitting his arm lightly as a defeated sigh slips past your lips. The feeling of your hand against his bicep is what pulls the brown-haired boy out of his trance, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he tries to come up with a defense. But all he draws is a blank, the only answer he has to your question of "Where were you lost?" being a mere "Sorry, just zoned out."

BAD IDEA

AO3 FIC LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37047037

• pairing: choi hyunsuk (treasure) x reader w/snippets of doyoung, haruto, and mashiho

• word count: 3,050 words

• genre: angst

• rating: PG

• warnings: its sad. sad hyunsuk. sad reader. just sadness

• notes: “balance” - lay zhang, exo. IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE WRITING AGAIN!!!!!! I missed writing for everyone. This is my first Treasure work. I’ve been contemplating whether or not I wanted to post it, but I’ve been wanting to meet new writers. I hope you all like it (*cough* and you know *cough cough* stan treasure) also this isn’t a great gif of him but it was HARDDD trying to find a gif of him not smiling.

Balance. You remember the day you first learned that word. Like most kids, you conjured out the meaning by using the big long beam in the public park. After multiple falls, you realized that you had to make yourself even to get across it. From there, you used balance in almost everything you did. School, friends, work, relationships, love.

The day you had first met your ex Choi Hyunsuk in 2015 was engraved into the back of your mind. His hair was slightly long, a bit shaggy, and brown. He was always smiling. Always. There was never a time where he didn’t have a smile on his face. He wasn’t the tallest boy, but he had a pretty big personality to make up for it.

• pairing: park jihoon (treasure) x gn!reader

• word count: 1.2k words

• genre: fluff, established relationship!au

• rating: G

• warnings: does jihoon being the tease that he is count?

• synopsis: your boyfriend sneaks out of his dorm in the middle of the night to stargaze with you. you find out, though, that the stars he is looking at are much different then the ones you are admiring.

You couldn’t count on both the hands the amount of crazy, stupid things your boyfriend had roped you into. Honestly, some of the stuff you got into with Jihoon was exactly what you would expect, but it still didn’t make it any better. The issue with everything he dragged you into was that Jihoon was an idol. A popular one at that. Your boyfriend was Park Jihoon of Treasure.

*ALERT* This IS a rated/smut scenario with Mashiho from Treasure, please be advised in reading under the “Keep Reading” line. Thank you!

ALSO, this is NOT a birthday scenario, I just liked this gif, hehe~ 

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[7:32 AM]

You drifted from your dream world and into reality with your breathing slightly heavy. Your eyes fluttered open as your vision blurred out to see the ceiling above you with the sun rays shining on them, peeking through from the blinds of the window above your head. It was morning.

A small sigh escaped you as you turned over to see what time it was before plopping your head back on the pillow. You let out a groan this time, almost wanting to go back to sleep and relish in the most delicious dream you had currently had. It was one with your lover, your partner, your most beloved. You could still feel your heart hammering in your chest from the luscious dream, your body still quite feverish, but the most obvious thing to you, was the wetness that had found its way to your center. You bit your bottom lip to hold back a moan that fought to escape when you continued to think about the things your significant other was doing to you in your dream.

Unable to relax, you decide to get up and head to the bathroom, however, a voice speaking beside you gave you a start.

“What were you dreaming about?”

love yourself a little

one-shot sukhoon fic. slash M/M. rated M (Mature)

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, secret relationship

based on/heavily referenced: hyunsuk’s earpiece accident on treasure’s inkigayo debut stage captured on his fancam & T.M.I episode 12 (pls watch both videos first before reading)

summary:

“choi hyunsuk said his debut stage is both exciting and regrettable. well, park jihoon is here to prove him wrong.

or

my sukhoon take on that earpiece shenanigan and what happened after it.”

read below or on Ao3

⤑ genre: Roommate AU! fluff, maybe a bit of angst ⤑ pairing: Baekhyun x Reader ⤑ warning: none really ⤑ summary: Moving in with your best friends ex boyfriend sounds like nothing but trouble, even if he has a girlfriend. But what happens when they break up? ⤑ word count: 2.5k

a/n: This is so cute and I love Baekhyun with all my heart. He is such a sweet baby boy and I just love him so damn much U G H. Anyway~! Thank you for reading and as always, please leave feedback! I love hearing what you guys have to say! It helps me improve! ~K♡

Here’s a Baekhyun wedding angst by request. hope you like it!-A 

Baekhyun POV:

“You ready?” Jongdae said as he straightened my tie.

“I’ve been ready since the day I asked her to marry me” I replied, smiling.

Today was best day of my life so far. My best friend and the love of my life was minutes away from being my wife. I’m not going to lie, I was nervous. I fiddled with the cuff links on my jacket while I waited to be called to line up.

“Let’s go boys!” Sehun yelled before we left the holding area to line up at the altar. Minseok gave me one last look over, told me good luck and pushed me to the front of the line.

I walked out and looked out at the sea of guests seated neatly on the chairs in the lawn. I looked around at the beautiful decorations, thinking about what an amazing job she did with the decisions while I was away on tour.

I caught a glimpse of my parents and waved at them as they sat together smiling at me. The officiant placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a small smile before the processional music began.

I stood with my hands clasped together as I watched her best friends walk down the aisle to stand for her. Her very best friend decided that on the way down the aisle, she was going to make faces at me to try to get me to laugh. Needless to say, she succeeded. My demeanor quickly changed though as I saw Y/N standing at the far end of the aisle, holding her fathers arm.

She looked stunning. One look at her and I stopped breathing. The wind blew in her hair gently and the sun shone down on her beautiful face. Everything about her was perfect. She looked ethereal as she walked towards me, a smile on her face and tears in her eyes.

I felt tears start to pool in my eyes as she got closer. I was still in complete awe that this amazing woman was about to be my wife. At this very moment I was the luckiest man in the world. She lights up my very being just being near her.

Ceremony starts. He walks out, starts talking about how beautiful she looks as she walks down the aisle. How her eyes sparkle, how her smile lights up his very being.

When she got to the front, I watched her as she gave her father a kiss on his cheek and hugged him tightly. Her father then stepped aside, and she took her hands in mine.

“Hi” She said quietly as a tear rolled down her cheek.

“Hey baby” I said, brushing the tear away and taking her hand back in mine.

We stood there standing together as the officiant went through the ceremony. She was shaking, so I squeezed her hand to reassure her that things were going to be okay.

The time had finally come to exchange the rings and say our vows to each other. We faced each other, holding hands. The officiant asked her to read her vows first.

“Baekhyun, when I met you, I had no idea what I was in store for. We were friends first, but I quickly fell in love with you. I-” she paused for a moment “I can’t. I can’t do this. Baekhyun I love you, but I can’t do this. I have to go.”

I tried wrapping my head around what was going on, but by the time I had, she was leaving.

I tried running after her, but it was too late. She was gone and Yixing had come to get me and stop me from taking one of the cars and chasing after her. I had to address the guests, even though I had no idea what the hell I was going to say. I was still a bit shell shocked about the whole situation to be honest.

I looked around and announced to the guests “The wedding has been cancelled. I don’t know what’s going on but when we figure it out, you will be the first to know. I’m sorry it came to this, and I love you all. Please be safe on your way home.”

I then stood there for what felt like hours before I was ushered to the room where we got ready. I can’t even begin to tell you who brought me here, but I was thankful for them.

After a lot of thinking I realized something very important. Y/N’s best friend, the guy she has known since she was 6, wasn’t at the wedding, even though he was invited. He was her best friend and he would always be there for her when she needed him. We had become friends over time as well but even when we fought she would go to him. He was her secret keeper, and I was too blind to see the signs until it was too late.

She was in love with him, not me. She always has been, and I was too dumb to notice.

How could I not know? The way she defended him, the way she acted when we were all around each other?

I sat down and put my face in my hands. A stifled scream left my body as I let all the built-up emotions out. I sobbed into my hands as I felt Junmyeon’s hand on my shoulder. I could almost hear him try to tell me that things would be okay, but my sobs drowned everything out. What do I do now? Where do I go from here?

Mingyu X Wonwoo smut requested by anon where Wonwoo is self conscious and Mingyu cheers him up! TRIGGER WARNING THOUGH: There’s mentions of self harm and scar exposure, if you’re super sensitive to these topics please refrain from reading! 

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Both boys were sitting on Wonwoo’s bed, isolated from the others as Mingyu moved his hand over Wonwoo’s on his leg. The air was heavy and the atmosphere was tense, but this was something Mingyu just had to bring up. He cares for Wonwoo to the moon and back so it was really difficult to see him skip meals and catch him with swollen eyes on evenings like this. Something heavy rooted in Mingyu’s stomach at the sight of his exhausted expressions and he couldn’t bear it anymore.

“Please Wonwoo, tell me what’s been bothering you.”

He had wondered why Mingyu pulled him into his room so seriously, and why he was holding his hand so tenderly. Wonwoo looked down at their thumbs lightly rubbing against each other, one corner of his mouth bending up a little.

“It’s nothing honestly…” He spoke too quietly but Mingyu could never have missed it. He leans foreword, almost putting his forehead against Wonwoo’s and slides his other hand on his opposite thigh to get his attention. Wonwoo looks up at him and his eyes wavered between looking into either of Mingyu’s.

“It’s not nothing, I know something is going on and, I know it’s affecting you. Please let me help you.” And to his surprise he started tearing up.

“I-I’m just, I’m scared you’ll think it’s stupid..”

“I could never think that. I’m listening.” Mingyu smiles. “Tell me.” Wonwoo is smiling a little too now but he looks down and grips into his thigh for courage.

“Well…I just, lately…ahh-” Wonwoo struggles to speak his mind as a tear drops from his eyes and onto the top of Mingyu’s hand. His eyes become sorrowful and he leans his head in beside Wonwoo’s, wrapping one arm around his shoulders to hold him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Mingyu says softly into his ear, the dried tear soaking into his hand acting as a bind that he won’t let break. “Tell me everything.” Wonwoo sniffles.

“I really…hate my body. I want to look good, fit, and be strong, but no matter how hard I work I just lose weight and it feels like I’m losing a part of myself. I f-feel so small compared to someone like Coups. Why c-can’t my body be like that? I want to be like him…” he choked out, muscles tightening before Mingyu’s hug does.

“Why don’t you want to be like yourself?”

“I’m not good enough for anyone…” Another tear drops onto Mingyu’s hand and he can’t let it be. Tearing up himself, he lifts his hand off of Wonwoo’s and caresses his cheek, wiping the watery trails away with his thumb as gentle as ever. Wonwoo smiles a little but it seems so…weak. “Sometimes I think that if I left Seventeen, no one would notice- ” His distress leads him to hiccup. “-because I don’t make any kind of impact. I’m just never the one anyone looks at.” His lips waver, another tear pooling between his cheek and Mingyu’s thumb. He slowly takes his hand away and pulls Wonwoo’s attention up when he wipes away his own sadness before replacing it into his neck. Mingyu leans in and tenderly kisses high on his cheekbone over the damp areas. “What are you…” Wonwoo asks quietly.

“I don’t know what else to do, how else to show you how much I love and care for you.” Mingyu drops his head and lets out a pained sigh before leaning in again and laying a soft kiss to the others lips. “You’ve changed my life Wonwoo…and a lot of other people’s lives. I’ll always only look at you, you can count on that.” While kissing him, the hand on his thigh carefully slides up until he reaches the spot where Wonwoo’s jeans have bunched up and rubs there comfortingly. He felt his lips tremble against his own, lacking the response he wanted so he decided to spill out all of his feelings. Wonwoo needed that much. “I’m sorry..” Mingyu kissed him more firmly. “You’re more than good enough for me, if that means anything..”

“I-it does-” Wonwoo whimpered out before his lips were taken into another kiss, one he responded to this time. His hand came up to rest on Mingyu’s shoulder and he slowly started kneading his lips against his and let the irritated lids of his eyes slip shut. It was as innocent as ever, both boys pulling at each other’s lips silently and lightly within a much warmer atmosphere now. The hand that Mingyu had rubbing near Wonwoo’s crotch become a lot more passionate, tightening and loosening its grip in such a torturous pattern that it made his other leg straighten out when Mingyu began to lean into him. Between kisses, he muttered.

“You look amazing…always. I like your body just the way it is, okay?” He feels Wonwoo nod a little bit as Mingyu pushed him to slouch back against the wall under the top bunk, crawling over him. And now that their lips are parted, Mingyu goes on. “You’re so unique Wonwoo, how could you think you aren’t important in Seventeen? You’re a really big part of our team..” Mingyu’s hand creeps over to the front of the others pants and starts rubbing up and down tentatively, showing his appreciation for the boy and his body in a way where words aren’t needed. Wonwoo’s breath catches in his throat as he surges foreword to kiss Mingyu this time, an open mouthed one to boot. He focuses on feeling the warm lips of the boy above him and lets his stresses wash away and his crotch is rubbed into, something he might not have accepted so quickly if he wasn’t feeling this compliant. He feels malleable and he’s okay with letting Mingyu take over for him. Mingyu pulls away. “You’ve worked hard enough. Let me cheer you up.” He states, reaching for Wonwoo’s pants. His heart quickens and the button and zipper of them are undone, distracted while watching Mingyu reveal his half hard self, slowly pulling the jeans off his legs for him. But then he remembers the breakdown he had last week and…starts to change his mind about this whole thing. Wonwoo pulls his knees up to his chest, or well, tries, before Mingyu’s hands are on his them holding them back,although he’s hesitant about it. “What is it Wonwoo?” He asks concerned, those eyes soft as ever. Wonwoo can barely look at him and his hands start shaking.

“I-I..Mingyu…” He lowers his head again and looks at what he’s hiding, squeezing his eyes shut in shame at what could potentially be revealed. He was scared. And he didn’t even realize he had teared up again until his vision went blurry when he finally opened his eyes to speak up to the patient Mingyu again. “I don’t want you to think any less of me.” He spoke lowly, seriously. The other looked into his eyes with just as much gravity.

“I promise you I won’t.” And Wonwoo slowly straightened out his legs again, revealing many, many scars on his upper thigh. Mingyu’s heart dropped much lower at the sight of the long and straight, pale cuts that have almost completely healed. His eyes are fixed on them, full of worry and pain. He had no idea Wonwoo was in this much distress. “C-can I…touch them?” Mingyu asks hesitantly, looking up for a moment to see Wonwoo nod yes. He places a hand on Wonwoo’s knee and works on sliding it up from there, slowly sliding to the scars and letting his fingers ripple over them once reached. He takes in the feeling of when Wonwoo had once been suffering, wanting to just take it all away from him and condemn the feelings away, but the most he could do was be there for him, completely. Mingyu ends up letting his hand slide to the inside of his thigh again, making him jump slightly when he uses his thumb to gently rub over the old cuts. It gives Mingyu the overwhelming urge to smother him with love. “This is proof that you ARE strong, Wonwoo. You must have been having such a hard time, dealing with all these emotions on your own. You must have felt so…” He trails off after hearing Wonwoo begin to sniffle again, his hands in fists. “What I’m trying to say is, you held on and you pushed through the hardships, I’m really proud of you. These scars do not decide your worth.” Wonwoo hasn’t looked up since he exposed himself, so Mingyu grabbed his chin to lift it and was met with a very cute, blushing boy. “Don’t be ashamed. You’re really amazing, and I want to be here for you from now on.” Mingyu places his full palm over the large patch of self harm and adds a little pressure. “Thank you for trusting me.” He leans in extremely close to Wonwoo’s parted lips. “I love you.” He whispers almost silently before planting a firm kiss full of passion. Twin tears drop off Wonwoo’s cheeks and Mingyu pushes his head back with the power and integrity of his love. Wonwoo kisses back, he’s needy, and his hands slide onto Mingyu’s forearms. Mingyu readjusts to straddle Wonwoo’s lower thighs and he tilts his head to lock their mouths in place better, Wonwoo’s lips being a little damp helps the rubbing to be comfortable. One of Mingyu’s hands moved over to the front of his underwear to start tending to his ready cock, the other still caressing Wonwoo’s scars to communicate that he isn’t scared of them and there’s nothing ugly about them, that leg squirming in delight under those touches. Mingyu takes his time to feel the curves of Wonwoo’s cock, dragging his fingers into them and wrapping the around his shaft to stroke through the fabric. He learns the placement of the few veins that push out against the sensitive skin and feels over the head of his length, adoring its shape and how impressive Wonwoo feels. He revels in how the boys breath picks up under him and how he interrupts their make out more often to huff out and take in oxygen. Even the movement of his lips is a little fast, but it lets him know that Wonwoo is okay. Mingyu chances at slipping his tongue inside Wonwoo’s mouth and he accepts it, opening it more for him and darting his tongue out against Mingyu’s to explore around it and rub into it. Mingyu groans quietly because Wonwoo tastes so sweet and his mouth is so warm and velvety. But maybe that’s just the bliss he’s experiencing from having the honour to pleasure him. Either way, his hand rubs up and down over his shaft a little harder and his pointer finger subconsciously curls over the head, pressing in and massaging it to instigate an arch of Wonwoo’s back. There’s a halt to Wonwoo’s breathing when Mingyu’s thumb comes up as well, rubbing all around the indent under his head as his finger rubs down. It was the most strong, euphoric feeling that made the first moan of the night escape him, and boy did it ever send a shiver throughout Mingyu’s hot body, the one that was rocking in tune with his hands motions, riding into their kiss.

Neither of the boys knew how much time had passed, but they ended up kissing until they couldn’t, lips basically numb. The streetlight that shone in illuminated half of Mingyu’s face perfectly as he was now kissing down Wonwoo’s chest, down past his sternum, and down his toned stomach. Once at crotch level, to Wonwoo’s surprise he paid no attention to his fully hard cock and journeyed over to his scars, just studying them before continuously planting kissed over them. They were very soft as to avoid hurting Wonwoo since he didn’t know if they were still tender or not, but he kissed the beginnings and ends of all of them, his hands cradling the boys slim hips. Another surprise to him was that the top of his thigh would tingle every single time Mingyu kissed it and he was much too curious as to why. “C-can you..kiss harder?” Mingyu gives exactly what he asked for and adds more pressure, his lips pressing against the raised parts a lot more firmly and Wonwoo’s face heats up because it made him whine a lot higher than his voice normally goes.

“It feels good?” Mingyu lets his voice rumble against the skin.

“I-I think so? It kind of tickles..” Wonwoo giggles, watching Mingyu smile before going ahead and continuing. Sometimes, as he would plant wet, slightly open mouthed kisses, he’d let his tongue flutter over the scar. “A-ahh, ahh…” Wonwoo would mewl out, every time. Until Mingyu redirected the attention to his almost throbbing length, hidden and confined like his feelings once were. Feeling Wonwoo’s thickness between his lips was glorious, it made him adopt the need to have him in his mouth and taste him in a different way. He kissed along the shaft, all the while looking up at Wonwoo who had his head tipped up. When he got to the head of his dick, he dipped his tongue out over it and rubbed around the precum that his fingers avoided previously, forcing it through the fabric and onto his tongue. When he pulled away, it stringed off and Wonwoo blushed deeper when he saw it. Mingyu laughed a little and focused back down, lifting the waistband of his underwear up with his fingers and pulling it down over the others length, right off his hips, though he leaves them at the tops of his thighs for comfort.

“Woah… you’re so nice and big.” He praises up to Wonwoo and he bashfully looks away. Before immediately taking the head into his mouth and sucking on it lightly, he drags his tongue up his length from base to tip thickly and then envelopes it, using it to constantly flick and lick the underside section of his cock that it could. It was driving Wonwoo a little crazy and made his breathing uneven, sometimes coming out in shorts gasps, sometimes in quick inhales and stuttered exhales, but it was all beautiful. He rested a hand at the base of his cock to hold it in place as he pushed it further into his mouth and started bobbing his head slowly, sucking him off sensually. There was no reason to rush, Mingyu enjoyed the patterns his mouth created and loved the warmth his lips were wrapped around. It got easier as his saliva slicked his length so his lips slipped along it well. Wonwoo was moaning out Mingyu’s name all hushed and it made him so happy, just to hear and know he was making him feel good. One of Wonwoo’s hands slipped to the side of Mingyu’s head, threading his fingers into his hair while he kept going and as he watched Mingyu’s bangs brush against his lower stomach time and time again he felt an insane amount of pleasure surge into him. His cock begin throbbing. Mingyu just so happened to hollow his cheeks and increase the pressure but remained nice and slow to pull Wonwoo into euphoria.

“M-Ming-Mingyu, I’m gonna..” He tries to warn, however the boy only hums and preforms one deep stroke with his mouth before pulling off with a smile, his lips reddened.

“Good.” Mingyu’s hand on his base slid up to replace his mouths motions, though he did stroke faster, the wet sounds reminding Wonwoo’s cheeks to stay red as his mouth drops open and he’s moaning on each upstroke. They were shallow strokes that focused near his head, his fist closing over it tightly when he got to the top. Wonwoo’s hand fell weakly to Mingyu’s shoulder and squeezed, about to tip as he felt a pair of lips knead against his neck and it set him off. Long white spurts of cum spilled onto his stomach and surely over Mingyu’s knuckles and it really seemed never ending. The waves hit him like a car crash, completely wrecking him and part of his motor skills so that he would be muttering Mingyu’s name and even a few curses, the sensations so strong and the tongue pressing into his neck so thickly forcing whines and moans out of him easily. He had just finished fully emptying himself, finally, but Mingyu didn’t stop stroking. It felt like he went harder but that was just hyper sensitivity taking over. His body felt hot as the feelings were sharp, torturous, but somehow addicting. He couldn’t find it in him to tell him to stop, he could only yelp when Mingyu’s whole hand curled over the messy, cum covered head of his cock and used his palm to rub it. Mingyu came right up to Wonwoo’s mouth and whispered. “One more time?” Smirking before muffling Wonwoo’s pained mewls with his tongue in his mouth, hoping that he wouldn’t mind tasting himself a little bit. He couldn’t really help that part. The vibrations of his sexual sounds rumbled against Mingyu’s lips as he worked hard to get Wonwoo off a second time, giving the tip a rest and resorting to stroking with a tight grip and across his full length. He stirred in his own jeans at his dick twitching right in his hand, that was another thing he couldn’t help, He might be close again. He picked up his pace even more, and removed his livid tongue from his mouth, pulling loosely at Wonwoo’s lips with his own to let him gasp and pant as needed because soon he felt more warm cum shoot out and all over his hand, adding to the rest. Wonwoo couldn’t believe he got him there, he hadn’t even known to try this himself but he could only see white fuzz as his second orgasm hit, heart beating out of his chest and his entire body feeling perfect, so perfect. He might have felt a little bit guilty because during his absolute high he nipped at Mingyu’s lip and even tugged it into his mouth before letting it go and clenching his teeth, a long groan finishing it off. The comedown was upon him now and he had his head down, breathing heavily while Mingyu was probably reaching for some tissue or a towel. It was his sleep t-shirt…but that was better than nothing. Mingyu scooted up, after wiping away all of the evidence thoroughly of course and laying the towel over him, so that he was straddling much higher, lifting Wonwoo’s head by his chin again. “How was it?” Wonwoo smiles huge at him.

Request from: Jisoup Anon Prompt: Studying sucks, unless you have pizza and Hong Jisoo. Word Count: 1385… sorry >< Genre: I tried to fluff… sorry >< A/N: Ello friend! Sorry, it’s been long. I suck at writing, and I especially suck at writing fluff, so I had Scooped to help a little with the fluffy fluffy parts. I hope it’s readable at least hehe. Byeee~  junnie :>

(If you’re slacking, here’s Joshua staring into your soul telling you to do your work.)

Another day… another exam… another subject to study for. It’s annoying.

And it’s starting to piss you off because spring break has started and you’re missing out on all the fun.

Your friends are either out on shopping sprees in the day or partying and having sleepovers in the night. Some are even petting polar bears and dancing with penguins on the other side of the world. Holidays has even started for your boyfriend, Joshua, even though he takes three more subjects than you do.

However, here you are burning the midnight oil for the paper in two days. At times like these, you absolutely regret signing up for additional subjects during the holidays. Everyone tried to talk you out of taking classes during the holidays but, being the stubborn kid that you are, you refused to listen. Completing more subjects beforehand means that you have less subjects to worry about after spring break is over. But this also means that you have to sit for six exams before you can enjoy spring break. What’s worse is that you have less than two days to prepare for each paper. Luckily, the paper that’s coming up in two days is the last, but also the hardest one.

“Hey, I brought food!” you heard Joshua calling out behind the front door of your tiny apartment. Knowing that he had his own keys to enter, you didn’t even bother getting up, let alone glance at him once.

“Jagi, you there?” Joshua called again as he removes his shoes and heads off to find you.

“Mmm…” you hummed, not fully paying attention to your boyfriend who was now standing in front of you.

“Hey jagi, come eat first,” Joshua instructs as he tidies your mini study table, placing the box of pizza in front of you.

You don’t have much time left to finish studying 20 chapters for the exam, let alone having the time to even think about eating.

“I’m not hungry. Can you move it away?” You nudged the pizza box away, retrieving the papers from his hands.

“You can study after we finish the pizza okay?” Joshua smiled sweetly. If it weren’t for your exams, you would’ve gave into him as soon as he entered your apartment.

But passing the exam was important to you and since it was the only obstacle hindering you from spending the greatest spring break ever with your boyfriend, you wanted to get it over and done with. Also, you felt that Joshua should’ve known how you felt, and leave you alone to study.

Joshua placed the box down on the counter, grabbing a slice to bring it over to your desk. “Just one slice. Here let me feed you.”

Fed up with his constant pressing, you unconsciously smack his hand, causing the pizza in his hand to fall on the floor.

“Joshua leave me alone! Just eat by yourself!”

You didn’t even bother apologizing or cleaning up. Studying was your top priority there and then.

Joshua stared at the slice of pizza lying on the floor.

“So much for caring,” Joshua sighed, picking up the pizza slice and putting it in the trash, along with the rest of the uneaten pizza. He left your apartment afterwards without saying another word.

You were being stubborn, and you knew it. Joshua was only trying to take care of you, like he promised, since the very beginning even before you two were an item. And yet you still had the cheek to push away his care and concern just like that.

You immediately regretted, but passing the exam was still important.

“Ugh, why am I such a jerk.”

As soon as the bell rang, everyone rushed out from the classrooms, in attempt to leave the school quickly so that they could enjoy their spring breaks. You walked behind with your friends who were busy discussing about what they wanted to do during their holidays.

“Can’t wait for my London trip!!”

“My family’s taking a road trip down to the lake”

“Finally have the time to see my grandma”

“No more studying!! Yassssss”

“KDramas all day err day, goodbye world”

“What about you y/n? How are you spending your spring break?” One of your friends asked when they see you spacing out, “Are you gonna hang with Joshua?”

Your thoughts went back to two days ago when you were being stubborn and how he left without saying much. The both of you did not even text each other during these two days, which was very unusual as the two of you used to text each other about anything and everything the entire day.

“Oh, uh, maybe not.”

“What’s up? Did you two fight or something?”

“Erm, kinda, but it’s nothing much. I just think he has better things to do besides hanging out with a killjoy like me.”

“Who dares call my girlfriend a killjoy?”

That voice. That sweet voice. Ahh, there’s no wonder he’s one of the main vocal of Seventeen. That sweet voice that made you fell for him even harder the first time you met him. That voice that you’ve missed so much after not hearing it for two days.

The group of you turned your heads to the voice, and you find yourself coming face to face with an angel from outer space.

Everyone else started giggling and whispering among themselves whereas you just stood your ground staring at your boyfriend, clueless as to why he was there. “Remind me again how you managed to find an angel”, one of them nudged you and whispered.

Joshua started walking towards your group, stopping right in front of you. His lean structure towers over your small one as he puts an arm around your shoulder. You turned to look up at him, but he was looking at your friends instead.

“Excuse me ladies, but y/n has to go right now.”

Before they got the chance to reply, Joshua gave them his killer smirk and intertwined his hand with yours, guiding you out of the school. Your head was filled with questions and your heart was thumping out of your chest after that knight-in-shining-moment, but all you could hear was the squeals coming from your friends as Joshua pulls you away.

Sigh, what a prince he was.

“Joshua,” you muttered suddenly, abruptly coming to a stop. You turned to face him, looking into his gentle eyes. “I’m really sorry about that night. I was really stressed and i wasn’t thinking clearly. Sorry for dropping the pizza. Sorry for making you throw the pizza away. Sorry for not spending time with you. Sorry for making you sa-”

Before you could finish, you felt his hand at the back of your head as he pulled you closer so that your lips are millimetres apart. He paused for a moment, staring deeply into your eyes before closing them and leaning in to lock his lips with yours.

It has been quite long, actually, since you’ve kissed him. The last time was probably before your exam periods started, which was probably a good month ago.

You kept your eyes open, surprised by how he reacted to your apology. You expected him to lash out at you for treating him so coldly, and yet here he was being such a lovely sweetheart his fans know him to be. Joshua was always known for being the gentleman of Seventeen, and you can totally agree with that statement. “What a beautiful human being. How could I have ever deserved you?”, you thought to yourself as you look at his long, curled eyelashes with his nose slightly nudging your cheek, deepening the kiss.

Joshua pulled away a few moments later, giving you a smirk. “I was never mad at you, silly. I understand what you had to go through, and no matter what I’ll always be there for you when you need me, ara? So please, stop apologising…”

“Is kissing your way of telling me to shut up then?” you retorted, throwing a light punch on his chest.

“That,… and I’ve missed you,” Joshua slides his hands around your waist, holding you tightly against his body, “Why jagi, do you mind?”

Your hands slid around his neck as you smiled up at him, “No, I wouldn’t mind at all.”