I Just Read Ice Cream And I Would Read The Fuck Outta It If It Became A Series Or A Lil Book

I want to make a post as a form of assurance for everyone reading this, and for myself. As you all know at this point, my boyfriend and I broke up almost two months ago. I’m not gonna lie, it still hurts. Sometimes it hurts just as much as the day he broke up with me. Heartbreak is painful. It isn’t easy and there are days where you feel like it’s hard to do anything, even the things you’re passionate about. It’s hard to move on when someone you thought you could’ve loved or did love is doing okay. It’s even worse when you see them smile and act as if nothing ever happened. It is going to hurt. But you’re stronger than this. I am stronger than this. It’s okay to take time for yourself to just feel it. To give yourself time to heal. You will grow from this, and you will make it out. It doesn’t feel like it right now, god it doesn’t feel like it right now, but we’ll make it out together. We will be okay.

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I Hate That For You~

ꕥPosted: 3/30/22

ꕥGenre: Enemies to lovers, Angst, Fluff, Smut

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Roomate!Wooyoung

ꕥWord count: 2.8k

ꕥWarnings: Pwp, Wooyoung is an asshole, reader is really going through it, yelling (from reader to Wooyoung and from Wooyoung to reader) language, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), it’s sweet at the end tho-

ꕥTaglist: @cappujinho​ @bobateastay​ @nevieatiny​ @onceonafullmoon 

ꕥA/N: Reminder that this is a work of fiction. Please be kind to your roommates!

“WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT OUR COOKING PANS?” You yelled from the kitchen floor, rummaging through the cabinets.

You heard a disembodied voice ring out from your shared bedroom, matching your anger, “I LITERALLY DON’T EVER USE THEM! YOU HAD THEM LAST!”

“YEAH I KNOW YOU DON’T USE THEM THAT’S WHY OUR ROOM IS FUCKING LITTERED WITH TAKEOUT TRASH!”

You hated your roommate. He was loud and obnoxious and overwhelmingly rude. If you had the money, you would’ve moved out of the apartment ages ago. You had never been a particularly aggressive person before you met him, but every snide comment from him made you want to punch him. Alas, as a college student all of your money went towards tuition and food, and you were unfortunately stuck with him.

“I don’t know why you hate him.” Your friend San asked one night, “Have you seen Wooyoung? He’s gorgeous. Honestly if you don’t hop on that I will.”

You scoffed, “I couldn’t care less what he looks like. His personality is shit, he’s a slob, he brings a different girl home to fuck almost every weekend—not quietly, might I add—and is always mean to me. Am I supposed to just discount that because of his looks?”

“I just don’t get it. He’s always nice to me when I come over.” San propped a hand under his chin, a small pout on his lips.

“He’s seemingly nice to everyone except me.”

“And you really don’t know why that is?” San asked, eyebrows furrowing.

You took a sip of your iced tea, looking at him with exhaustion, “Not a damn clue.”

You heard Wooyoung loudly stomp out to the kitchen. Annoyed, you craned your neck to face him, “What do you want?”

“Quit making so much goddamn noise, would you? I’m working on something important.”

“Oh, like what?” You gave a bitter laugh, “Seducing your next girl toy for this weekend? Because you certainly aren’t cleaning your side of the room.”

“At least I have sex! Maybe that’s why you’re such a bitch all the time.”

Your eyes widened, an overwhelming feeling to crush his skull coursing through you. As you stood you saw a flicker of fear in his eyes and you would’ve laughed in any other situation.

“Out.” You uttered under your breath.

Wooyoung’s face contorted to an expression of confusion, then offense. No doubt a second away from firing back with some rude comment.

You took one step closer to him, noticing the way his eyes drifted downward to your hand tightening on the spatula you were grasping.

“I said.” Two steps closer, “Get. Out.”

To your surprise he didn’t fight back. Wooyoung pressed his tongue to the side of his mouth and left out a breath, nodding and walking to the door, slamming it on his way out.

The instant he was gone you crumbled. Falling to the floor you began to sob. You were hungry, stressed, and beyond exhausted. Your head throbbed as it always did when you were around him, somehow even worse this time. If you had the energy to feel sexually frustrated, you probably would’ve felt that, too. You didn’t want to admit it—and you hadn’t to anyone but yourself—but you did find him attractive. Very attractive. And you cursed yourself for that.

And okay yeah, maybe you hadn’t had sex in a long time and yeah maybe your resolve for fighting your feelings about him was starting to crumble, but you couldn’t admit that to him. You’d survived living with him for three months and you could make it one more, just until the semester was over.

The tears streaming down your face made it almost impossible to see anything, but you reached for your phone on the kitchen counter regardless. You texted San, begging him to come over.

In record time, you heard a knock at your door. Pulling yourself together, you got to your feet and slowly put one foot in front of the other.

Prying the door open, you were greeted with a sympathetic face, “What did he do this time?”

You led San to the couch. Shutting your eyes out of frustration and willing the tears to stop, you grabbed a pillow and held it tight to your chest. In between hiccups and sobs you retold the event, a few stray tears streaming down your face as you did so.

“Oh sweetie,” San wrapped you into a tight hug and let you bury your head into his shoulders, taking all the time from him you needed.

“How about we go out?” He asked, wiping a tear from your cheek, “We could go shopping or get boba or do whatever you’d like.”

You nodded, eager to do anything to get away from your apartment. And so, you left with San, spending the day ignoring the homework glaring your direction and sipping on far too expensive boba. By the time the sun was setting, you sighed, knowing you’d have to face Wooyoung once more.

“Think you’ll be okay?” San asked as you sat in his car outside your apartment.

“I’m gonna have to be. I have to go back sooner or later.”

San nodded, pulling you into a hug once more. “If he pulls any bullshit, I swear to god give me a call and I’ll beat his ass.”

You smiled at your friend. “Thanks, San.”

You felt dread creep over your body as you opened the car door and walked up to your apartment. You closed your eyes as you unlocked the door and pressed on the knob to open the door. Walking in, you saw Wooyoung propping his feet up on the table in front of the couch. A TV show you didn’t recognize was on screen.

“Oh god you’re back.” Wooyoung sighed, “I was really hoping you’d leave me alone for a while after yelling at me this morning.”

Feeling completely drained, your voice came out in a whisper. “Why are you so fucking mean to me?” You didn’t realize why his expression softened until you felt a few tears begin to run down your cheek. Again.

His voice was more gentle this time, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of you crying for the first time. “You’re mean to me, too.”

“Because I have to be! How else am I supposed to react when you call me a bitch or say mean things to me? Am I supposed to just take it?” You walked closer to him, determined to prove your point.

Wooyoung ran a hand through his hair. He stood up and took several steps towards you, his other hand resting on his hip. “You want the truth?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t know how to act around you.”

Your brows furrowed, “And? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I try to piss you off because you’re really hot when you’re mad, but I don’t know when I take it too far or how to stop.” His eyes darted between yours, gauging your reaction.

You blinked, not fully processing his words. “Then why do you bring girls home every weekend?”

His eyebrows narrowed, “Because I’m trying to make you jealous! It’s obviously not working!”

“Yeah obviously!” You crossed your arms, trying to hold onto the remaining anger you had, but you couldn’t help but notice what San had been talking about earlier. His sharp jawline, beautiful tanned skin, the way his tight clothes hugged his fit body...his plump lips which were looking far, far too soft at the moment.

Wooyoung noticed your staring and moved a hand to tilt your chin up, forcing your eyes to lock with his.

“Kiss me.” He ordered.

“What?” You asked with much less conviction than you intended. You could feel your anger fading, being taken place by the fire igniting in your lower abdomen.

His face became more serious, “If you don’t want this, say so and we’ll pretend it never happened. I’ll understand.”

Slight panic set in, and in fear that you’d never get another chance, you kissed him hard. He instantly returned the kiss, letting go of your jaw and running his hands down the sides of your body. You shivered, his actions fanning the desire within you.

He chuckled darkly, “Cute.”

You whimpered and reached down to wrap your hands around his belt, grabbing it and pulling him closer to you.

“Nuh-uh. You’re gonna be patient, understood?”

“I don’t have to be anything.”

“Then I’m not gonna help you get off. You want that? Hmm”

You whined, reluctantly shaking your head. Wooyoung bit your lip and pushed you to sit down on the couch.

“Take your shorts off.”

You didn’t want to question how quickly you became submissive to him, or how desperately you wanted him inside you, because you couldn’t. Part of you felt like you couldn’t even fully process everything that was happening. You just wanted him to touch you, please you, give you something.

He smirked when you tossed your shorts to the side, eyes lingering on the blue lace panties you were wearing. He placed his arms on either side of you, lips beginning to dance down the side of your neck, taking in how you squirmed beneath him.

Wooyoung placed a few sloppy kisses on your neck that left you whining before leaning in close to one of your ears, “You’re completely soaked. Do I turn you on that much, princess?”

You closed your eyes, nodding eagerly.

“Use your words. You can do that, can’t you?”

“Yes.” You squeaked.

You felt his fingers lightly brush the inside of your thighs, getting so close to where you wanted him to touch you, but never reaching it.

“Please.” You begged, out of breath even though he had barely touched you.

“Please what?”

You opened your eyes, “Please touch me. I need you so bad.”

He growled and ran a finger along your clothed slit, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck, your hips bucking up into his fingers.

“Tell me,” He whispered, voice becoming deeper by the second, “How long has it been for you? A month? Two?”

You shook your head, “Over a year.”

“Ah,” Wooyoung chuckled, “This will be fun, then. Won’t it?”

“You better not draw this out.” You said, not at all sounding threatening.

“Oh darling, don’t tempt me.”

You huffed, removing a hand from his neck and running it down his chest before slightly dragging your hands over his clothed erection. His breathing sped up and you smiled.

Cute, you thought.

As if he could read your thoughts, one of his hands slipped under your panties, fingers rubbing agonizingly slow circles on your clit. You gasped, your hand halting it’s movements as you felt my brain fog over, legs already twitching slightly.

Wooyoung’s lips moved back to your neck, quickly finding your most sensitive spots and kissing them repeatedly. He pulled away to remove your shirt, then bra. Before you instinctively went to cover your chest, he took one of your nipples in his mouth, his hand toying with the other. Your back arched as you moaned his name, weaving your hands through this hair. His free hand once again returned to your core, playing with the clothed bud.

“Oh for the love of god take them off.” You complained, surprised when he actually slid your panties down your legs.

His dark orbs remained on your heat before flicking up to your eyes, “You’re so pretty, you know? I had no doubt you’d have a pretty pussy, too.”

You flushed, feeling embarrassed only temporarily before you felt his fingers brush over your slit, embarrassment disappearing as you watched as he lowered his head and took your clit in his mouth, sucking the sensitive bud.

“Wooyoung-g fuck. Don’t stop!”

He chuckled, the vibrations stimulating you further. He pushed a digit into you, curling it as he did so, soon pressing another in.

“F-feels good. Better than my—fingers.”

“You touch yourself, baby?”

“Yes,” you moaned, “When you’re not here.”

“Such a shame. Why don’t you ask me for help next time, mmm?”

His cocky tone both pissed you off and turned you on, both he was becoming very good at. “Shut up and eat me out, Wooyoung.”

He growled, a borderline primal noise that caused a whine to leave your lips, “Say please.”

Before you could say a word, he pressed two fingers into you, stretching you out. Bending down to ear, he spoke again, “Say please, my princess.”

Your resolve was wearing, and at this point you didn’t care what you said or how pathetic you sounded, as long as he got you off.

“Please!”

Wooyoung smiled and moved back to your core, swirling his tongue around your most sensitive areas. You’d lost count of the amount of times you had moaned his name and begged for him to continue, but you didn’t care. You only cared about release and you were so, so close. You knew he could tell, too, based on his movements.

“Let go for me, y/n.”

As you felt your release, Wooyoung rubbed small circles on your thighs, smiling at you sweetly.

“Take me into the bedroom. You’re not fucking me on this couch.” You managed to say through ragged breaths.

“You’re hot when you try to boss me around.”

“I’m hot all the time, fuck you.”

He let out a full laugh—why had you never noticed his dimples before?—and began leaving kisses along your neck again.

You sighed, “Okay this is absolutely unfair.”

“Why’s that?” He asked, before continued his actions.

“You’ve still got all your clothes on.”

He smiled, “Guess we’ll have to fix that then.”

Without a word he picked you up, carrying you princess style to your bedroom, plopping you on the bed.

“Why do we have to fuck on my bed?”

“We don’t have to fuck at all if you-”

“No wait, wait I’m sorry.” You pleaded, desperation taking over.

Wooyoung laughed, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding the rest of his clothes before climbing on top, eyes devouring every inch of you.

“You should stop wearing shirts. Like for good.” You traced your hands down his abs, watching him chuckle.

“You should just never wear clothes again, beautiful.” He leaned down to your ear, breath tickling your skin, “Are you ready, baby girl?”

You nodded.

“That’s not a yes.”

“Christ. Literally just fuck me please!”

Flipping you on your stomach, he grabbed your ass and raised it in the air. Wordlessly he entered you, groaning as he stretched you out. You felt his nails grip hard into your ass, but you could hardly care as his continuous motions were making your eyes roll back.

Stings of moans and pleads left your mouth, muffled by the bedsheets as he endlessly left you breathless. In the few moments that you were able to have conscious thoughts, you wondered if this was like drugs were like. You felt intoxicated, completely out of breath. And you wanted like hell for it not to stop.

You let yourself give into him fully. Letting go of all the tension and stress you’d built up for months.

What a place you’ve ended up with him. You let out a small laugh, knowing your friends would never believe you were fucking the man who had made your life hell for so long.

“You laughing at me?” Wooyoung asked, confused.

You turned to look at him. He was as beautiful as ever. His tan skin glazed with a thin layer of sweat, his usually styled hair a mess.

“You’re a lot more tolerable like this, you know?” You jabbed at him with a laugh.

Wooyoung laughed, picking up his pace as he found your clit and began to toy with it, “So are you, dear.”

In an instant, without any warning it seemed, you were cumming hard. His name was falling from your lips with incoherent moans. His motions continued as he rode you out through your orgasm before you pulled him away from sensitivity.

“You still gonna yell at me after all that?” You asked in a half-joking manner.

Wooyoung let out a groan, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. He nuzzled his head against your neck. “Not if you don’t yell at me first.”

You were silent, weighing on whether to ask the question in your brain, afraid of the answer. “Do you…do you regret it?”

Wooyoung looked taken aback, his face scrunching in confusion. “No, god no. Why?”

“I mean we weren’t exactly close before.”

Wooyoung rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling in thought. “No, not exactly. But,” He sat up beside you, running his fingers along your face, “I’d like to try to be. If that’s alright with you.”

Your heart fluttered. And for once, you let it. “I’d really like that.”

As many of you know, my blog contains both sfw and nsfw content. I don’t mind if minors interact with my sfw content, because obviously there is no sexual content within it. Knowing that there are legal ramifications for both parties, I’d like to ask minors to please not interact with my nsfw content. I always clarify which category my writing will fall into, so refer to that. Please be considerate of this, thank you.

why do yall act like 17 yr olds dont have sexual thoughts? idk who that post was abt but like i remember being 17 and it was no different than being 18

bruh have sexual thoughts all you want but keep them to yourself tf 😭 i’m not reading smut written by a minor about literal fucking adults, that’s so weird and uncomfortable. legally you’re still recognised as a child and all your content is doing is promoting child p*rn - is writing smut about an underaged idol okay?? no? then why is it different when it’s a minor writing smut about full grown ass men? make it make sense

As You Wish~

ꕥPosted: 8/6/20

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Smut

ꕥParing: Fem!Reader x Hongjoong

ꕥWord Count: <1k

ꕥWarnings: Unprotected sex, Language, Praise (m recieving)

ꕥA/N: HJ’s bitchass has got me whipped so this is the result. You’re welcome lmao

“Hmm. No I disagree. She’s hot but not Hwasa-level-hot. You know?”

Hongjoong squinted at my words, not quite convinced that Hwasa was more attractive that Camilla Cabello. Talking about things like that never bugged me. I was secure with our relationship and knew we wouldn’t leave each other for anything. It was still fun, though.

Today was one of Hongjoong’s rare days off, and we opted to do nothing all day. That eventually led to laying on my rooftop at midnight with blankets, pillows, and plenty of snacks, comparing celebrity crushes.

I reached out to catch a firefly flying close to my face but it flew away too quickly. I pouted and turned to Hongjoong. The man smiled at me and shook his head.

“You’ve caught so many tonight, isn’t that enough?”

“Never!” I scrunched my face, trying to look as determined as possible, “I’ve gotta catch ‘em all!”

“You are the biggest nerd I have ever met.”

“Oh shut up, Hongjoong. You love it.”

He pulled me close, laying my head on his chest, “That I do, sweetheart.”

My gaze travelled up to the night sky. I lived in a small town so the light pollution was next to non-existent. The stars were so much easier to see because of it which is probably why I spent so many years studying constellations and the night sky. I tapped Hongjoong’s chest to point out another constellation, recounting the story and myths behind it. His hands wandered to my waist as I spoke, sneaking up under my shirt and rubbing circles on my hips. I jerked a little at the touch, not expecting it. He turned to me and smiled, making figure 8s on my hips.

Anytime Hongjoong was in the mood he’d always trace that pattern on my skin. He didn’t even have to say it and I knew what he was feeling.

“Hongjoong we’re literally on a roof.”

“So what? There’s no one around for miles. Plus,” He quickly pulled me on top of him, my legs on either side of his lap, “It’s been weeks since we’ve had sex. I know you want it too, babe.”

He certainly wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t like we refrained from it on purpose, though. We were busy all the time and didn’t always get to spend the most time with one another. I still decided to play difficult.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Oh yeah?”

He kissed down my neck and I gasped, beginning to moan slightly.

“Then why are so receptive to my touch, y/n? I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I’m not—your touch doesn’t affect...ugh goddamnit Hongjoonnggg.”

He laughed against my neck at my sorry attempt to make a sentence between gasps and moans. Hongjoong pulled back and gently kissed me, biting my bottom lip slightly.

I pulled back, looking around us to make sure no one was around us, then took off Hongjoong’s shirt, throwing it to the side. I ran my hands down his chest, admiring his body.

“Your body never fails to turn me on. You’re without a doubt, the most handsome man I’ve ever met.”

Even though I couldn’t see it in the dark, I knew he was blushing. I loved giving him compliments. I never wanted to let him forget how much he meant to me.

Hongjoong smiled and rolled his eyes. “Whatever, y/n. Now help me get your shorts off.”

“As you wish.”

The rest of our clothes were quickly discarded, landing who-knows-where, not that it was a large concern of ours.

It was unspoken, but somehow we both understood: no teasing tonight. We were too horny for that and it had been far too long.

“Please, Hongjoong. I need you inside of me.” I was surprised I even made a coherent sentence given how he was busy sucking on my left nipple and playing with the right with his fingers.

He looked up at me with a wicked smile and happily obliged.

Without hesitation he entered me, stretching my walls. I shut my eyes and furrowed my brows, drowning in the feeling. I heard a deep chuckle and opened my eyes. I was met with Hongjoong’s beautiful face. He had the most gorgeous smile upon his face, showing his perfect teeth. His eyes slowly formed to little crescents as he looked at me. They held all the love in the world and it was all directed towards me.

“I love you, y/n.”

“You better start moving or I’m going to-“

“What?” He asked with a cocky smile and raised brow, “You’re going to what?”

“Hongjoong. Please.”

At my words he snapped his hips and I cried out. His hands kept his body up as my hands dug into his back. His pace was gradual but soon sped up.

“You look so beautiful like this, y/n”

My face flushed at Hongjoong’s words, “Aww you’re cute.”

“Shut up and—ahh f-fuck. Right there don’t stop, please.”

Hongjoong picked up his pace. The sounds of nature I could hear before were now gone, the consistent slapping of skin and Hongjoong’s panting the only noises consuming me. I leaned up to kiss my boyfriend and even though it was sloppy, it was perfect.

“Y/n I’m gonna need you to cum for me, I’m close.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond before Hongjoong moved a finger down to my clit rubbing steady circles.

My body began to jerk, quickly approaching orgasm. Not seconds later, I felt a familiar euphoria flow through my veins, cumming hard. I closed my eyes and felt Hongjoong release inside me soon after.

Our harsh breaths meshed as we slowly came down from our high. I opened my eyes to meet Hongjoong’s, smiling at him. He pulled out of me then slowly traced my cheek with his hand.

“We should probably get cleaned up, sweetheart.”

I sighed, feeling too tired to move, “Yeah, I guess so.”

My boyfriend chuckled, pulling on his clothes, “Come on, babe. I’ll carry you.”

He pulled me up, holding me close to his chest, my clothes left on my rooftop. My hands wrapped around his neck, breathing in the faint smell of his cologne. Being with him, I couldn’t help but think that we were made for each other.

Hongjoong really said pride month 😤🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

hongjoong’s rainbow hair 🌈 kingdom finale