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wonbokkies · 1 year

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☆ so sweet.

pairing. lee minho x gn reader.

content / warnings. established relationship, fluff, descriptions of menstrual cycle.

word count. 823

synopsis. it's your time of the month, minho and his kitties are there to comfort you.

★ chus note. enjoy A Very. self-indulgent fic . . ( ꈍ ᵕ ꈍ )

you were laying down in the comfort of your warm mattress, huffing a quiet sigh while having a heat pad over your aching lower abdomen to lessen the occasional throbbing sensation within. you couldn’t bring yourself to properly sit upright, feeling too fatigued to do much.

the various sounds of meows and purrs was all you could hear, along with the soft rustle of the bedsheets. the random show that you were previously watching to distract yourself on the television now long forgotten, left as noise to fill the silence.

“soonie.. doongie, dori-ah..” you quietly cooed at the active cats before wincing, another wave of cramps hitting you after trying to prop yourself up onto your elbow, quietly groaning.

you could see soonie’s head and his flickering ears over the curve of your thigh, his nose nudging against the skin. doongie being comfortably curled up beside your hip, little paws lightly massaging your aching belly. dori loafing over your chest, blocking most of your view as he contently purrs above you. they seemed more clingy than usual.

you carefully raise a hand and softly caressing the kitten laid atop of you. the pad of your thumb brushes against his fluffy forehead as you softly murmur. “my little babies.”

suddenly, notifications start going off beside you, extending an arm over dori’s laying form without disturbing his relaxation and grasping onto your vibrating phone. you turn the device on and a familiar contact name catches your eye, swiping your thumb up.

hi my darling

im almost home now with the things you asked for

a little smile tugs on the corners of your lips as you read his messages. your fingers tap along the keyboard, sending him quick responses.

thank you min

the kitties miss you

and i miss you too

drive safely

after tapping send, your arm falls back to your side and the device slips out of your grasp, onto the bedcovers. maybe because it was that time of the month, or maybe because of the felines surrounding you and the soothing sounds of their purrs, your eyelids start to droop.

☆★☆

feeling the bed dipping beside you and a gentle pair of hands along your lower abdomen as you start to wake up (you didn’t even realize that you’ve even fell asleep), fingers kneading against the clothed area. “..minho?” bleary eyed, quickly blinking and glancing up at the person who is staring fondly down at you. “how long have you been home?” your voice dry, raspy from your rest.

minho’s eyes avert away to glance at the ticking clock on the wall. “about an hour ago.” he quickly looks back at you, speaking in that tone he only uses with his kittens and you while tilting his head to the side. “how are you feeling, hm?”

you realize the lack of a fluffy, little furball on your chest as you lazily stretch your arms out, dori has moved elsewhere in the room, same with the other two cats. the heat pad you previously had over your stomach has disappeared too, even the television you accidentally left on turned off, the work of lee minho.

“i’m doing okay.. better at least.” your words were soft spoken falling from your lips, still a bit sleepy. “you should’ve woken me up, min.”

minho shakes his head, “you needed that rest, pretty.” the smile never leaving his lips, his fingers moving to intertwine with yours. “oh— and the things you wanted.. i stored them in the cupboard beneath the sink.”

you slightly lean upwards, minho lowers to meet your lips and you’re able to press a soft peck to the corner of his curved mouth. “thank you, you’re so sweet.”

he only sweetly hums, grinning against your lips while his free hand lightly pats your stomach. minho looks at you affectionately before you’re hearing the bedroom door creak open, light peeking into the dimmed room. separate padding of paws against the wooden floors entering in, the noises of mews and trills nearing closer.

soonie jumps onto the mattress, he makes his way across the bedsheets and beside your leg, rubbing his fuzzy, little head against the flesh. doongie and dori follow suit, the two felines snuggling around you, purring. the grey kitty pawing at your lower abdomen like minho, as if playing with a yarnball.

“do they know?” you questionably asked minho while watching the purring cats fondly, stroking dori’s twitching ears. “before you came home, doong—doong was massaging me just like how you do.. the cats are even more touchy than usual.”

“well, somewhat. they’re able to smell it.” minho spoke as he softly chuckled, petting doongie’s head and the cat gladly nuzzles into his touch, meowing happily. “they just want to make you feel better.”

“aww. . that’s so sweet of them.” you murmured, before your smile quickly falters and staring at the man with a flummoxed expression. “what— wait, they're able to smell it?”

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stayconnecteed · 3 days

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🪐˓⠀˚⠀foggy glass⠀@⠀hwang hyunjin.

it wasn't something you were in the habit of doing, but it wasn't usually something you could avoid. after all, it was practically impossible to resist your boyfriend when he looked that way. it hadn't even been your fault, you had only done what he asked you to do⠀★⠀1k words

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content: smut,, sub!hyunjin, messy blowjob, mentions of biting / neck kisses. plot,, hyunjin tries to tease you, but it ends with him shuddering under your touch in his car. credits,, mdni banner by @cafekitsune. warnings,, if any under 18 acc interacts with this fic i'll block them. note,, no proofread, i don't even know- i wrote this in a haze ajsdhjasd

It wasn't something you were in the habit of doing, but it wasn't usually something you could avoid. After all, it was practically impossible to resist your boyfriend when he looked that way, clutching the cushioned surface of his seat with one of his hands, the other tangled in your hair, visibly overwhelmed, his pillowy lips spilling soft whimpers and his eyes fluttering, longing to memorise you but unable to keep them open for too long.

It hadn't even been your fault. He had left you a breathy audio in your chat while you were still at work, full of sighs and hurried whispers in which you could only hear his sweet voice calling for you, and then a brief message inviting you to a new restaurant that had recently opened two blocks south of his dorm. He had murmured something about dressing prettily ーyou didn't know if it was a request for you or a warning about himー, and then texted at what time he'd come to pick you up.

You had only done what he asked you to do. The fact that you had waited until you were sitting in the passenger seat to apply the gloss was a completely casual act, and had nothing to do with how much you knew Hyunjin liked the look on your face when you stared at yourself in the mirror, the pad of lipstick leaving a glossy surface on your lips that made him lick his own, almost hungrily.

He had confessed it to you a few months ago, in the middle of a hot make-out session on the sofa in the rehearsal room, when you had seized the opportunity to touch your boyfriend in the way he loved the most, no one left in the building. And you could see the reflection of his blurry gaze now, in the mirror you always carried with you, your eyes fixed in the vicious way he reacted to your motions, his eyes locked on your mouth. It was addictive, and you knew what turned him on the most was the way you looked down with a sharp gaze, the way you did when you rode him.

It was also addictive the way he responded to everything you did to him without needing to say a word. You knew he wouldn't protest if you leaned into him, but you were surprised by the hungry way his lips crashed into yours as soon as he had you close enough, all tongue and teeth, as if he intended to devour you whole. You let out an airy laugh, taking his face in your hands and ignoring the way your gloss was sticking to him, savoring its strawberry taste as soon as the kiss became so chaotic that you could only think mine, mine, mine…

You felt him give you two quick taps against your hip, hinting that he wanted you in his lap, but you ignored him, peeling your lips from his with a quick bite that left him whining for more, and pressing them against his neck, sucking above his beautiful mole, sliding your tongue over his skin and your hand down his abs until it rested over the bulge in his pants. You smiled, chuckling against his mouth, palming his erection, enjoying the way he stirred under your hands, overtaken by your touch and so adorably desperate for some friction, his throat producing the most delicious sounds.

Hyunjin tried to pull you back to him, wetting his lips as if he could feel yours on his again, or perhaps with the ghost of your last kiss still in his mouth. You tangled your hand in his hair, letting him keen towards the warmth of your palm, your breath on his skin, but tugging slightly at his locks before he could touch you. You swallowed the mewl that got stuck in his throat, and also the way his hips stuttered beneath you, and you could almost see the way his eyes slammed shut as you began to undo the button of his pants, sliding the zipper down and making him sit up a little so you could bend over his cock, pulling it out of his boxers and sucking the tip between your lips.

His shaky moan interrupted a breathless “fuck”, the sudden warm wetness around him as your gave him tentative little bobs making his head go dizzy. You tighten the hand you have around the base of his shaft, his low groan making you shiver, and you pull away for a while, your gaze falling over him. He looks completely wrecked already, his hair dishevelled by his own hand, a bead of drool about to spill from the corner of his lips.

You smile, still making eye contact with him, his cheeks stained in carmine, and kitten lick the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around it, humming. Hyunjin’s hips bucked helplessly, slurring a lazy “please, please, please” with broken voice, pouty under your touch. You slowly graze his dick with your teeth, the hiss he lets out contradicting the salty taste of pre-cum you taste on your tongue.

“Ah, ah, ahー baby, your mouthー” he slurred, his thigh tense and twitching under your hand, arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach. “Soー nghー so good…”

You pull back a second time, his whimper curving your lips, and you ask, voice hoarse “Mm-hm, feels good, baby boy?”

“Ohー Oh, God, so good” choking back a loud whine, dropping his head against the car window, his cheek sticking to the wet glass, his breathing drawing wisps of smoke against the surface, the condensation blurring the pornographic view of your boyfriend on the empty street where he had parked the car. You sank back down and suck him further into your mouth, his babblings becoming nonsense as soon as they left his lips, and you felt his cock throb in your mouth as you gently grasped his balls, feeling when he came down your throat, spilling moans into the car. You never make it to the restaurant.

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svngiem-remade · 1 year

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HI IM BACK sorry for spamming lysm anyways CAR SEX WITH MINHO!? like imagine riding him but ur too slow for his liking so he just fucks u onto him !? seeing the windows fog up and feeling the car literally shake from the momentum that hes gathering i need to be spayed or something im not normal

sorry it took me like two weeks to answer this 💔

contains. lots of smut, dom!minho, semi-public sex, use of pet names, penetration, unprotected sex, mentions of voyeurism, reader rides minho, and gets degraded by him, i'm so jealous.

“But there’s— there’s people o—outsi—” you muffled against Minho’s neck, though at the sound of him clicking his tongue you immediately shut up.

“Did I fucking stutter?” Minho hissed in your ear, the palm of his hand landing on your half-clothed asscheek with a loud smack, before pulling your head back by your hair with his other hand to bring your face in front of his, “I said faster.” he spat out, staring into your clouded eyes as you slowly rode him on the driver’s seat.

“I— Min, people will kn—” you tried to protest, but a sudden upward buck of his hips that hit you right in your gummy spot caused you to squeeze your eyes shut and hold back a loud moan, your hands quickly moving from his waist to grip his shoulders like your life depended on it.

However, you never stopped grinding on his length, which made him smirk, “Make up your mind then. You don’t want people to find out we’re fucking in broad daylight, but you’re still riding my cock like a slut.” he scoffed, resting his hands on your hips before bringing his lips to your left ear, giving it a soft nibble while he slowly slipped out of you, just to slam back inside with a low grunt, “Drop the innocent act, it’s starting to piss me off.”

Then the air inside the vehicle became hot, stuffy as he started fucking up into you, his cock stretching your hole wide with every harsh thrust as your lips crashed against each other in a wet kiss, “Ah— fuck.” you moaned in his mouth, feeling your high approach quickly.

Your eyes fluttered shut once again as Minho’s hands tensed around your hips, the knot in your stomach tightening by the second, “You were so against the idea of us fucking h—here because you said we could get caught, but you’re drenched as shit.” he teased with a smirk before pulling out until only his tip was in, “Were you just afraid I’d find out you’re actually into this? Into letting people see how good I’m fucking your pathetic little hole?” he snuck a hand under the skirt you were still wearing and traced your stretched hole with his finger as stuffed you full with his cock, repeating his action over and over again, it becoming more desperate with every thrust.

The sound of your sexes meeting on his groin, which was completely drenched with both your arousals, made you (both) pant and whine, causing the windows of your small car to fog up— the frantic way he fucked you onto him making the car shake in the random parking lot you’d pulled up into about fifteen minutes earlier, the excuse being that you needed to rest from the rather long roadtrip to his parents house, which was about 6 hours away from Seoul.

“I need to— to… shit—” he stuttered, a rare sight which made you smile, “— to fuck you more, you’re still so tight—” Minho moaned, attaching his lips to your exposed neck and roughly sucking on it, the wet tips of his long hair sticking to your sweaty skin, “Stop fucking clenching—” he grunted, his hands travelling from your hips to your buttcheeks, squeezing them while his hot tongue coated with saliva the trail of hickies he’d left on your chest and neck. When he felt satisfied, his eyes slowly fluttered shut as he leaned his head back on the head rest of the driver’s seat.

He hummed when you ground left and right on him, his eyes blinking open when you moaned loudly, so loud it could be probably heard outside of the car. Minho looked up at you, his red cheeks and hazy eyes fixed on yours, his biceps flexing as he still slammed you onto him restlessly; though, his serious, almost innocent, expression morphed into a smirk when you started meeting his thrusts eagerly by trying to bounce on him, “Not so shy anymore, huh?”

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deluwoo · 7 months

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— POV: You stole Lee Know’s jacket —

pairing ▸ lee know x f!reader genre ▸ fluff, suggestive warnings ▸ teasing, petnames, mild suggestive wc ▸ 287

kyrin's notes ▸ I don't normally write fanfics for kpop or fanfics in general. In fact, this is my very first published work. tbh it's not even a fanfic, it's a oneshot. Anygays, I hope you enjoy!

You’re scrolling through social media on the couch when you hear Lee Know’s voice from the other room.

“Love, have you seen my jacket?” He says while looking through his closet. Little does he know, you’re wearing his jacket right now. He walks into the living room, where you are, and he spots you wearing his jacket. “(Name), give it back.” He says like the tired mother he is.

“No! I like this jacket. It’s comfy.” You reply petulantly. “It’s comfy, and it’s mine.”

He says, as if explaining a very simple rule to a child who doesn’t understand it. You stick your tongue out at him and continue to scroll on Instagram. “Hey, don’t ignore me. Give it back.” You giggle and reply “Nope.”

He suddenly grabs your phone and holds it above his head. “Hey!” You exclaim and stand up to try and get your phone back. However, he’s taller than you and you can’t really reach your phone when he’s holding it above his head like that.

“See? How do you like it when someone takes your stuff, huh?” You pout and he chuckles. Give me my jacket and I will give you your phone. Deal?” You sigh and reply.

“Fine. I admit defeat.” He gives you your phone, but you don’t give him his jacket. You run around the house as Lee Know tries to catch you and get his jacket back. Eventually you run into the bedroom and he catches you.

You both fall onto the bed, laughing. “Give me my jacket, princess.” You giggle and reply. “Not a chance, pretty boy.”

He suddenly gets a rather mischievous look on his handsome face. “Y’know… you’d look a lot better without that jacket.”

repost perhaps?!?!! ©kyrin ©deluwoo

#from: kyrin 🏹#lee know #skz x reader #lee know x reader #lee know imagines #skz #skz imagines #lee know fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #lee minho #★ DELUWOO

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liricts · 2 months

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ℒockscreen ͏✷ ͏ 𝘃𝗲𝗿. bang chan

group . Stray kids

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imrllytootiredforthis · 9 months

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You know whats cool? Subby men

You know whats better? Yandere subby men

you know whats even better? Two yandere competitive subby men who are equally desperate for your attention that they have contests against eachother to prove to their mommy/mistress that they are so much better than the other and they deserve all your attention >:)

😦

idk why but i'm imagining hannie and hyunjin with this (maybe bc they're the most needy boys in my head😔)

them constantly trying to one up each other, trying to pick out the prettier lingerie, make themselves look better, tease you to the point where you'd fuck them but not punish them, trying to get with you while the other's out.

even going maliciously as far as to steal the other's phone and block your number, send your calls to voicemail. sabotaging the other with slashed tires so they'd miss their date with you, spill food or drinks on the other's clothing and ruin it.

though they'd never go as far as to hurt each other-they know that you'd be so sad and disappointed and they would hate that more than anything in the world

so in short, they'd be desperate and oh so pathetic in the fight for your attention.

seeing who can do the most romantic (?) gesture (in order to get railed by you)

hyunjin leaving out filthy little drawings he's made of just you and him, books with certain (naughty) pages dog-eared, little notes between paragraphs and sentences annotating as a way of describing the things he wants you to do to him, circling positions and highlighting sentences of dirty dialougue.

hannie leaving you small gifts in the form of sex toys and others of the type, he has enough money and is determined to spend it on buttplugs and cockrings, pretty outfits for either you or him to wear. pictures as well, of himself in compromising positions, urging you to go wherever he is to show him how much you appreciate them.

they delight in getting fucked when the other isn't-in fact they've agreed that they don't want to do shared scenes together entirely for that reason-begging you to take photos or videos of the entire lewd thing and send it to the other.

or even better, getting you to fuck them when the other is out and for them to walk in in the very middle:

hyunjin bent over the cold surface of the kitchen counter. having teased you with wearing absolutely nothing under his apron while making a romantic dinner for you and him to enjoy during date night (the food is burnt and pretty much inedible at this point but that doesn't matter bc he's getting his back blown out). it hadn't helped that he was playing his music, swaying along to the beat, singing along to the words as you sat at the kitchen table, fondly (and hornily) watching him before your patience finally snapped.

he's long gone, crying out your name and covered in evidence your love by the time hannie comes in after a long day of playing video games with felix and lee know, walking in on the entire scene:

hyunjin moaning so loud he could hear it from the front door. his hands gripping uselessly at the countertop while your fingers are threaded through his hair, pulling on it so hard his scalp burns but it's okay because he loves it. doing it all so you can lift his head up and whisper filth into his ear. thrusting into him so hard he swears he can see stars...and see when han walks in, giving him a triumphant smirk before you give an even harder thrust and his eyes roll back.

or,

coming home with a drunk and handsy han-you being equally drunk and handsy after a long night at the bar. he'd been teasing you all night long with a skirt and some thigh-highs, acting on his very best behaviour. that of course meaning that once he's had a single sip of any kind of drink his hands are never leaving your skin and his lips are even looser from the alcohol. he spends all night whispering (which isn't really whispering) dirty scenarios all night long, pleading with you to take him to the bathroom and use him-"quickly-so, so quickly mommy," he pants "jus-just in and out, i'll cum so fast for you, i'll be so so so so good~"

and god forbid that poor uber driver that took you home at the end of the night, having to listen to all of his drunken fantasies and sinful imagery (turns out he's pretty poetic when he's drunk).

coming in and disturbing hyunjin who sits on the couch reading his book by your body pressing han against the wall facing him, kissing and biting anywhere your lips can find purchase. the boy moaning loudly into your ear as his legs wrap around your hips, begging to have your cock/strap buried inside of him, telling you how much he needs to be filled up, he needs it so so so bad. and lastly, before you carry him over, disappearing into his room, han seeming to sober up just enough to smirk at hyunjin.

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hyuuukais · 2 months

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⋆₊‧⁺˖⋆˚.⋆ ͙͘͡★ LOOK UP TO THE STARS

pairing ▪︎ han jisung x fem reader

synopsis ▪︎ sent out on a mission to a neighbouring QZ that's gone radio silent, y/n falls into the hands of a post-rebellion group after things go terribly wrong. giving up on rejoining her squad, she joins the group on a trek to find a missing member, the group leader's sister. what's supposed to be a not-so-simple trip out and back to their base becomes a one-way ticket to the end of everything they know.

warnings ▪︎ swearing, major character death(s), minor character death(s), blood, wounds, use of weapons, descriptions of injuries + pain, zombies, SLOW BURN, hyun x reader for a bit, erm.. cannibalism kinda, amputation, angst

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gigittamic · 3 months

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Y cuando apague la luz y ya no pueda verte,

seguiras ahi al lado mio aun asi sin importar

que? . . . ⠀ •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⠀ ཆི❤︎ཆྀ ⠀ •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⠀

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y-ves · 7 months

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lino-jagiyaa · 1 year

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desire - kim seungmin | next

genre: suggestive, fwb | pairing: seungmin x female reader | warnings: swearing, perv!seungmin (stealing panties and being a peeping tom, feeling y/n up in a dark classroom), implied thick reader | words: 1,405

☀︎ your deskmate, seungmin couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself during class.

note: this ended up longer than i thought lol, sorry in advance...

do not repost or translate ©︎lino-jagiyaa - please remember to reblog and leave your feedback if you enjoyed it! do not spam like, you will be blocked.

it was friday afternoon, your last class and your professor was letting the class relax since he gave you all an exam the day before that was really stressing everyone out, including him who had to grade everything today. so instead of starting a new lesson, he decided that he’s put on a movie while he started grading. seungmin had a few classes with you. he always chose to sit next to or near you since you were at least a little bit acquainted and it didn’t seem like he had many friends so you just let him.

he was nice to you. you liked having his company on days when your friends weren’t there. he’d offer to bring you water bottles or snacks when you studied in the library on late nights. he was a really nice guy.

when he walked into class today, you were already sitting at your table. the lights were dimmed low but you could see the friendly smile he gave you. “hey, seung.” you started

“hey. what are we doing today? everyone looks slumped.” he says, putting his bag down on the floor next to his chair as he sits

“oh, we’re just watching a movie since the teacher has stuff to grade.”

“ooh, okay. is it any good?”

“it’s okay i guess, not much has played yet and to be honest i haven’t paid much attention to it.” you chuckled, laying your head on the table facing him

“i see. well, how was your day?” he asked sweetly, laying his head on the table as well

“it’s been pretty good actually. but i didn’t see you barely at all, where’ve you been?”

“i’m glad. and ah, i was busy studying for business math. you know how that goes.” he jokingly rolls his eyes

“mm, yeah it sucks.”

“yup.”

“you wanna know something weird though?” you ask

“sure..?”

“okay so, i went to the gym like i usually do. well duh, you know because you go in the same hour as me- anyways, after my workout i went to shower, and when i got out, i couldn’t find some of my clothes.”

“like... the dirty ones?”

“yes. i was like.. who the fuck?”

“did you leave them on a bench or in your locker?”

“on the bench, but they’ve never been stolen before. so i’m guessing one of those frat boys took it for their rush or something. it’s whatever, i guess.” you shrug

“damn, that’s sick as fuck.” seungmin frowns

but the truth was, he was trying to keep his composure since he was the one who took your sweaty gym clothes. specifically your underwear. he’d never gone as far as stealing before. only sneaking glances at you in the locker room when you changed, or through your bedroom window at night. giving him easy access since you neglected to get a pair of blinds in your dorm. he usually admires you during classes or in between them. how beautiful you looked, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“yeah, but it’s fine, really. it’s not like i can’t just buy another pair of underwear- shit, sorry. i didn’t even mention that before, i don’t know why i told you that-” you stammered

“y/n, it’s fine. we’re friends, right?”

“yes.” you cleared your throat

“okay then, it’s all good.” he smiled

that damn smile. why is he so handsome?

“you’re good at this.”

“at what?” he questions

“comforting people, me. you’re such a smooth talker, you know.”

“well, i try.” he smirks

fuck. y/n, calm down. he’s just a friend. right?

“you don’t date, do you?” you sit up

“not particularly, no. but if i see a cute girl, i might shoot my shot.”

he nudges you on the shoulder when he speaks. shit. is he flirting now?

“how about you? i haven’t really seen you with anyone, i mean, except hyunjin sometimes...” he says low

is he... jealous? maybe you’re over analyzing things...

“no, you’re right. i’m not seeing anyone right now and i’m not apposed to dating or even hookups but i guess nobody else seemed interested.” you reply

“you sure about that?” he leans closer to you now

“you’re not... interested in me, are you?”

“maybe i am. what would that mean to you?”

you could feel your face heating up, cheeks burning in a deep red. as well as the heat between your legs growing stronger.

fuck. kim seungmin, the man you are...

“...yeah- i mean, you’re a charmer for sure. you’re not joking, though right?”

“now why would i do that? you’re gorgeous, y/n. and anyways, i’ve had a crush on you for a while now. not sure how you haven’t noticed until now.” his eyebrows drew together

“really?” you question

“do i have to show you, y/n?” he leans in closer now, so close that you can feel his breath on your face.

it was making your head spin. the proximity between you two getting smaller and smaller as the conversation goes on.

“i wouldn’t be opposed.” you whisper

“you sure?” he whispers back

“just kiss me already.”

and he does. sure, he looks and acts sweet but right now he’s taking his time with you. kissing you slowly and drawing you in to face him more by your waist.

your panties must be soaked now, and he knows it. knows how much of an effect he has on you already. he should, he’s been observing you for so long so he knows just what to fo to drive you crazy. can’t wait fuck you dumb.

his hands are resting on the small of your back now and you whine into the kiss. it makes him draw back.

“why’d you stop?” you said in a breathy tone

“there’s other people in room. don’t wanna get carried away, do we?” he smirks

“...right” you look away from him, scanning the room

“the class ends soon, so don’t worry. but i’ve got an idea.”

“oh?”

“let me hold onto your thigh till the end of class?”

“seungmin...”

“don’t be shy.” his eyes focused on the short hem of your short skirt that now rides up your thighs. oh so beautifully.

“okay. yes- you can do it.”

“don’t worry, i’ll be gentle.”

he scooted closer to where you were on the bench seating. only about an inch or two worth of space between the two of you. enough room for his hand to reach your thigh.

he played it safe at first, softly placing a hand on your right thigh. just resting it there, scanning your face for discomfort.

“you’re soft...” is all he managed to say before you were parting your thighs for him, ever so slightly. but he got the hint and subtly moved his hand closer to your core.

“fuck. you’re already soaked for me and i haven’t even started yet.”

neither of you were looking at each other, pretending to pay attention to the movie that was still playing. it only seemed to have about ten minutes left anyways so it didn’t seem to matter.

oh, how glad you were to have picked a spot in the very back of the class. but still nervous that someone would catch onto what the two of you were doing back there.

you could feel seungmin lifting up your skirt a little higher, inching his fingers higher and higher up your thigh. so close. so close to where you wanted him to be. he squeezed your thigh, making you impulsively squeeze your thighs together. on his hand... giving him even more access.

it didn’t last for long though. no. he forced your thighs back open, even wider than they were before with the single hand that was resting there before.

“damn, you’re such a tease.” he huffed, “don’t tease... your teasing is torture, baby. just wanna make you feel good.”

luckily for you, the bell rang and your professor told everyone they could leave. seungmin let go of you, getting up and grabbing his bag, waiting for you to do the same. once you did, you could feel your thighs sticking together. there was no way he didn’t notice. his gaze on you was hungry, needy. he wanted you, needed you.

he held out his hand, signaling you to grab it. “wanna get out of here? my apartment is near campus.”

“absolutely.”

he didn’t have to ask you twice. you wanted him too.

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enluv · 19 days

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haven’t been on here in a bit (will be dipping out again please don’t get used to this) but I made these in light of hanji’s recent instagram posts (for u @junityy)

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maimoris · 2 months

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stayconnecteed · 2 months

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❪⠀🪐.⠀ethereal roses⠀𓏔⠀hwang hyunjin⠀❫

☆ㅤhwang hyunjin x afab!reader ( valentine's collab oneshots )⠀★⠀3.1k words

synopsys: even before he knew your name, hyunjin already knew your dog's. it had been difficult not to, considering that you shouted it on a daily basis in the park where he walked kkami. but he wasn't complaining: thanks to jisung he had been able to meet you, and and after a slight confusion, being able to see you again, and then again, painting your future in a lovesick red, as pure as the one in the roses that had brought you two together.

note: this is the last part!! with this oneshot our valentine's collab comes to an end. it was a pleasure to work with you, mana! i had so much fun 🤍

Before even learning your name, Hyunjin already knew your dog's. It had been hard not to when you were shouting it on a daily basis in the park next to his building, and even more so because of the name you had decided to give the poor animal. To hear such a pretty girl exclaim "Soju!" while laughing as he walked Kkami was a sight to behold. The little King Shepherd puppy you owned had never approached Hyunjin's dog before, but loved to jump and run around next to you, wagging his tail at an astonishing speed and looking at you as if you were the one who hung the stars in the sky every night. Hyunjin ended up understanding Soju perfectly, as every time he looked at you the sparkle in his eyes was the same.

It had all started when you had moved into the building across the street. Hyunjin lived in a fifth-floor apartment, and the flat he saw from his living-room window had been empty for as long as he could remember, until suddenly it hadn't been. He had seen you one afternoon after work, when he had gone down to Kkami for his evening walk, talking to the truck driver who had just dropped off what looked like a rolled-up mattress on the ground with the help of his co-worker. All he had thought about at the time, apart from the fact that you were going to be a new neighbour, was how beautiful you were, the reflections the sun created in your hair if you turned slightly, and the colours he would have to blend to get all the shades that merged into your strands.

The first time he'd heard you shout your dog's name was two days later, in the same park he was heading for when you'd first arrived in the neighbourhood, when he had just gotten there. You had run past, with your eternal smile plastered on your lips, your flashy yoga tights clinging to your skin, and Soju chasing after you amidst joyful barking. It had been quite an image. The same image he had caught himself trying to sketch that very night, instead of writing in his journal, before turning out the light to go to sleep. It was at that moment that he knew that even though you had not yet been introduced, you were already a part of his life.

And from then on he couldn't stop seeing you everywhere. It was like he had unlocked a new character, like when you noticed the presence of someone you thought was a stranger to you, then suddenly they weren't, and your day-to-day life was totally parallel, your paths coinciding but never crossing. He would come out of his room in the morning ready to make a coffee, and he would see you cooking breakfast in your pyjamas, in your kitchen. When he looked out of the window, on his stumbling way to the bathroom for his morning shower, and you were in the street, Soju hopping around you again, happy to be out for a walk. As he went downstairs to the park for a short walk with Kkami before work, you were again in your front door, Soju watching from your window as you put on your helmet, and Hyunjin watching you ride off on your bicycle.

In the morning, in his office, he couldn't stop thinking about you, neglecting his work as a art director more often than recommended to shut himself away in his personal studio, analysing colours, mixing them in his palette, remembering... All to find the perfect tones for your features. But the frustration of not succeeding could get the better of him and soured his mood, making him highly irritable until the end of the day. Then he would say goodbye to his colleagues and employees with the smile of someone who knew he was going home, when in reality all he wanted was to see you again.

He had just enough time to get to his flat, get Kkami on his leash and go out into the street again, but with a changed mood, heading for the park. And after waiting a few minutes sitting on his favourite bench, he would always see you arrive at your building, pretending to read a book he couldn't even remember the synopsis of, with your hair blowing in the wind. And you'd hurry up the stairs, eager to greet Soju, a few minutes later you'd be back on the street, ready to play with him. Because in the afternoons you never walked Soju. Every second between the trees was spent playing with him, with branches or his little red ball, or even running between passers-by.

But even though it was a habit he had developed, to include your routines in his even if you had never spoken a word to each other, he didn't have the confidence to do anything else. His friends had encouraged him to introduce himself, to strike up a conversation with you, to ask you out on a date, but he couldn't. The awkwardness gripped him, his natural shyness forming a lump in his throat, freezing his muscles as soon as he saw you appear. So he would just admire you from a distance as you played with your dog, as you danced around your living room, as you went to work... While he did nothing about it.

At least until one of his best friends asked him to stop by a florist's to pick up a bouquet of flowers he had ordered for his girlfriend. And when he walked up to, entering that little shop squeezed between two buildings, the one he had spent so many afternoons walking past on his way home, and saw you through the glass, he had to pull back suddenly, hiding from you, his cheeks flushing. He didn't know if Jisung had done it on purpose or not, but he was going to kill him anyway. He considered for a moment not going in. Surely Jisung would have time to come by and pick them up before his date, and he could go back home, regretting that he hadn't seized the moment. But he cared too much about his friend's girlfriend to deny her some nice flowers on Valentine's Day, so he gathered up his courage and secured his hand on the doorknob, opening the door.

our face lit up even before you knew who had entered, welcoming the new customer with a warm smile, but your eyes had a most excited gleam in them as you made eye contact with him, recognising him. And Hyunjin knew. He knew and his heart filled with pride, allowing himself to dream that you could feel the same way he did. And you greeted him, a soft, melodic "hello", and he greeted you back, his words certainly shakier, his curved lips mirroring yours. And for a few moments you watched each other, his eyes roaming over your features for the first time so closely, taking in the details, memorising every mole and wrinkle, those cute ones that formed at the corners of your eyes when you smiled. And he felt your gaze on his face too, his cheeks turning crimson.

"Which flowers are you interested in?" you asked, your swift hands fiddling with a discarded piece of stem from the bouquet you had just prepared.

"I... huh," he closed his eyes in a quick blink, focusing on the reason he had come in the first place, placing his hands on the counter to gain strength, "I'm here to pick up an order. Under the name of Han Jisung.”

"Oh," he could see the moment when your face fell, turning hurriedly, rummaging through the loose papers in a notebook on the cabinet behind you. "Yes, I... Yes, a dozen red roses."

"I thought they were orchids," Hyunjin uttered, before he could contain himself, frowning. "I could have sworn... I know she likes orchids."

"Well, there's a bouquet of red roses ordered under that name," you said, your shoulders still tense, your back to him. He heard you sigh before you turned around again, offering him a smile that was nowhere near as bright as the one you'd flashed when he'd arrived. "I can make you an orchid one, if you wait a while."

"Really?"

"Yeah, sure," but there was a sad tinge in your voice.

You rolled up the sleeves of the thin jumper you were wearing and disappeared into the back room. Hyunjin had not had a chance to observe the place as much as he would have liked, his attention directed entirely towards you, but he had marvelled at the magical place he found himself in. From the outside, the establishment was clean glass and old wood, but inside it was a forest straight out of a fairy tale. There were fake trees, some branches even painted on the wall, and ivy falling from the ceiling, lit in a warm, cosy light. The tables were covered with little ready-made bouquets, vases of flowers of all sizes and colours everywhere, a chaotic myriad of scents that created a soft and enchanting perfume, in a setting that should have felt overwhelming but was actually pleasant.

He was flashing a lovesick smile when you returned, holding a pot in your hands, and followed you with his eyes until you reached the table in the centre of the room, full of ribbons and laces, bits of stems and loose leaves, wrapping paper and various filler plants for the bouquets. You kept your head down, working quickly, and Hyunjin watched in amazement, admiring the way you expertly pulled out the flowers and cut the roots, preparing the stem as you thought it would look best, adding a few fresh leaves to match the white of the flowers with a refreshing green colour. By the time you had finished, laying the bouquet with heart-breaking delicacy on the wooden surface of the table, you simply whispered to him how much he had to pay for the expenses.

Hyunjin left the flower shop with a sad look on his face, your masterpiece resting in his hand as he sent a message to Han, agreeing to drop by his office to leave the bouquet. He was sad to have to give it up, the only piece that tied him to you, and after handing the flowers to his friend, scolding him for not choosing his girl's favourites, he returned home looking pained, defeated by how badly the first 一and probably only一 time you had seen each other had gone. The walk with Kkami lasted less time than usual, releasing him from the leash and letting him run wherever he wanted while he kept his gaze fixed on the entrance to the park, anxiously waiting to see you enter.

But you didn't. And while it was getting dark and he was going back into his flat, ready to pour himself some alcohol and drown himself in the sorrow, or the apparent rejection you had destined him to, you had decided to spend the night in your best friend's place. Hyunjin couldn't see the lights in your apartment on, but he couldn't see Soju either, so he realised that you weren't there, that you didn't want to be there, and that maybe you were the one who had felt rejected. Even if he was head over heels for you, even if he couldn't think of anything else, even if now that he knew what you smelled like, what you looked like up close, he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep until he had you in his arms. He'd seen the way you'd looked at him, how you'd locked eyes, how everything had disappeared around you as soon as he'd entered the shop and you'd recognised him. That connection could not be faked.

So he locked himself in his studio. And instead of mixing the colours he knew would form every shade of your skin, every strand of your hair, the kaleidoscope of your eyes, he let his heart bleed onto the canvas, a chaos of beiges and reds intermingling in the image he had conjured in his mind: the dozen red roses he had seen on the counter when he arrived, the one Han had ordered for his girlfriend. He poured out all his frustration using the brush as a channel, the colours sliding down the canvas of the frame as tears fell down his cheeks, angry, desperate, desperate... And when he finished, the smell of the paint overshadowing the memory of the perfume he remembered in your shop, he tried to grasp every word exchanged, every absence of interaction that had led you to this situation. And he understood.

Because in his eagerness to help his best friend's forgetful heart, he had forgotten to consider yours, and how his words might have been interpreted. He had lost himself in the romanticism he so adored, and had let you think the bouquet was for a date of his. He knew how it had happened, what you had thought. He knew why your smile had faded, and why you had needed to fetch the flowers from the back room when you had more in the shop, why you had put so much effort into his orchids. He knew because he would have done the same 一the sudden sadness, the time alone to avoid crying in front of someone, to give the best of you even if it was hurting like the worst wound... And he smiled, when he realised, in the middle of the night, determination warming his chest like a blanket on the coldest day of winter, that he just needed to explain it to you to start from scratch.

So he waited. The night felt like an eternity, the hours didn't go by fast enough, going to work was a misery. He hadn't seen you yet, and he already missed your silly dances in the kitchen at seven in the morning, the variety of sundresses you wore with tights and a big coat, how adorable you looked on your bike. God, he missed your voice. Even Kkami noticed his nervousness, chasing him around the flat at noon, when he had come back with the excuse to have lunch just because he wanted to find out if you were at home. He'd relaxed slightly at the sight of Soju dozing in the living room, but assumed you'd be working, so the afternoon's work hours went by pretty quickly, the certainty that he'd see you again in the park turning him into a giggling and excited mess.

He was waiting for you, once again, sitting on his bench. He hadn't bothered to bring a book, he couldn't distract himself, he wasn't capable of it anyways. While Kkami wandered around the lawn and amused himself chasing pigeons, he kept his eyes fixed on the entrance to the compound, his heart skipping a beat every time a person entered. But none of them were you, and his mood dropped as the afternoon progressed. Had you been so hurt that the possibility of seeing him made you walk Soju in a completely different place? He had been a fool. Deep down he knew it wasn't his fault, that it was just a few poorly chosen words, but it wasn't your fault either, and you were the one who was suffering the most.

And he couldn't allow it. Not when your heartbreak was avoidable, when he reciprocated your feelings so fiercely. So he got up, a high-pitched whistle spilling from between his lips to call his pet, and when he was sure the dog was following him he made his way to your building. He hooked the leash back on Kkami's harness and looked for your front door, hurrying when he saw that one of your neighbours was leaving at that very moment and racing down the hallway. He knocked on the wrong flat a couple of times once he got to the right floor, until a kindly old lady informed him that the cheerful pretty girl in the fifth lived in apartment E, and after thanking her he stopped, taking a moment to breathe.

He felt that everything was going very fast, but he was not sure if time was running out or if the accelerated rhythm of his heart had something to do with it. He seemed to be trapped in a movie, and couldn't stop smiling, starring in his own k-drama. He walked towards your door, knees trembling, clenching his hand into a fist to release the tension before pressing the doorbell, his chest rising and falling in an accelerated pace. He waited a few moments, listening to his heartbeat in his ears, swallowing saliva in agitation. Until you opened the door, the blue sundress you must have worn to work still hugging your body, Soju's curious figure at the end of the corridor, your face taking on a gesture of confusion.

"Go out with me" he blurted, his eyes wide, surprised at the way he had uttered the words, his eyebrows curving with concern at your possible response.

"I... Huh, what?"

"You, go out with me" he repeated, more confidently, feeling the material of Kkami's leash in his hand like an anchor to reality, "one dinner, one date."

"But..." you protested, looking back at the bouquet of red roses you had in the doorway, the edges of the petals already somewhat ruined, a sorrowful reminder of what had happened, "your bouquet...".

"They weren't for me," he explained, an incredulous laugh breaking through his chest, his face glowing with happiness, "they weren't for me. I was picking them up for a friend".

"They weren't for you" you repeated, looking into his eyes, the world once again disappearing around you.

"They weren't for me" he murmured, nodding, your lips curving into a reflection of the smile Hyunjin had on his lips.

"One dinner, one date" you affirmed, your cheeks taking on a reddish hue, exhaling a pain that seemed to have settled in your chest and that you were finally letting go of.

And in a catharsis of relief, found feelings at the door of your flat, and the joy of a beautiful crush, Hyunjin said goodbye, promising to pick you up the next day around eight o'clock. You closed the door slowly, leaning your back against it and smiling like a teenager. Hyunjin returned to his flat with a heart filled with happiness, and as he looked at the painting of red roses, he no longer thought of what he had felt when he painted it, but of all that was to come.

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svngiem-remade · 1 year

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ask and u shall receive 🤭 literally all day ive been thinking abt jisung getting so excited that he just rips the clothes off of you without having the decorum to let u actually strip because he’s that desperate

ayo? 👀 horny and desperate jisung is making me feel so many things, hope you'll like it, I'm kinda nervous tho, I wrote it in a rush 🥹😩

contains. lots of smut, fingering, penetration, unprotected sex, pet names, grabbing and teasing.

“You’re fucking drenched, holy shit.” Jisung groaned, the fingers he’d just sneaked inside your pants and past your underwear now completely coated with your arousal, and all he did was just lightly graze your folds.

“Ji, please—” you whined, rubbing your ass on his clothed bulge when he groped your tits with his free hand, kneading and playing with your nipples through your disheveled shirt as his fingers started thrusting in and out of your sopping, squelching hole, his expert thumb flicking your clit.

“Mh, can you hear that? Your pussy’s talking, baby.” he teased with a devilish grin, nipping and licking your earlobe as your face heated up even more, his hot breath hitting your bruising neck making you shiver. The hand kneading your tits quickly sneaked under your shirt and pulled it up just enough to set them free, his cock twitching in his pants when he noticed how they softly jiggled with every thrust of his fingers through the mirror in front of you.

He clenched his jaw when, after curling his fingers to graze the gummy spot inside of your velvety walls, you threw your head back on his shoulder and moaned loudly, not caring anymore that people enjoying your friend’s birthday party on the other side of the door may hear you. Grinding your clit back and forth on his thumb, you took a hold of his forearm and squeezed it, his lustful eyes now focused on yours, “S-Sungie…” you whispered, your voice sounding so desperate and broken it made his heart tighten.

And suddenly, the buttons of your shirt went flying around the room, your dress pants were bunched down around your ankles, pieces of your flimsy, ripped panties on the floor and Jisung’s thick length buried deep inside of you as you grasped the white sink you were bent over, “S’ warm, s’ tight—” he grunted, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when you clenched around his cock and arched your back, his hands tightly gripping your sides as he relished in your warmth.

Your breath hitched in your throat when he unexpectedly pulled out, just to slam balls deep inside of you the next second, his doe eyes now open and interlocked with yours through the fogging up mirror, which showed off an arrogant smirk as he kept thrusting in and out, his balls harshly slapping your clit.

But when a few thrusts later he stopped with a big huff, making you whine displeased, and took the end of the baggy t-shirt he was wearing between his teeth to avoid it getting dirty of both your incoming releases, showing off his sweaty stomach and chest under the moonlight shining right on your bodies, showing off how easily his length slid in and out of you, you felt lightheaded, “Fucking hell, Ji.” you moaned out, chewing your bottom lip as your eyes stayed fixed on your sexes.

He just smirked and slightly turned your bodies to the side, so you too could enjoy how he deliciously stretched and ruined you for anyone else.

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