#chvnnie soft thoughts

[chvnnie]

dad minho pls smth short :)

only for you >:(

me, not even five minutes ago: my weakness in my asks are dad skz

anny, sitting across the couch from me: hehehehe

Minho is sitting on the floor, back against the couch. Feet flat, knees up and pressed together. The baby covers the expanse of his thighs; beanie clad head resting on his knees while her legs scrunch, feet pressing on his stomach.

So tiny. So perfect. Only a few days together, and he’s convinced nothing in this world will ever compare to her. Pieced together, made of star and beams of bright light. Sleeping on his leg, making teeny noises as her eyes twitch.

“What are you dreaming about?” His voice is lighter than air, hands cupping her tiny head. His thumb traces the edge of the beanie, her name lovingly stitched onto the deep purple fabric.

She has his nose. That was the first thing he noticed when the doctor laid her on your chest, face scrunched as cried for the first time. It may have been too soon to tell, maybe his ego is big—

“Min.” Your eyes are watery when you beam up at your husband, cradling your newborn to your bare chest. “She’s your twin.”

It’s like every good part of him was taken into consideration during her creation. Minho can’t seem to fathom it; how could he have helped bring life to the brightest star in the universe?

She starts to stretch, little arms curling up towards her shoulders. Small smacks of her lips, head rolling to the other side.

“Is nap time over?”

A little scrunch of her nose. Protest. Minho chuckles, learning down to kiss her soft forehead.

How has he only known her for five days, yet it feels like a lifetime?

The soft sound of your footsteps echos through the quiet house. “Is she still snoozing?”

Minho hums. His head moves like he’s going to look at you, but fuck, how could he ever stop staring at her? Awe isn’t a good enough word. Is he even worthy of being her father?

You sit down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. The bright light in the center of the room covering you, pulling you in as it did him. Your pointer fingers gently rubs the back of her hand until it opens, tiny fist wrapping around her mother’s finger.

“How are you feeling?” Minho asks, tearing himself away from hypnosis long enough to kiss the top of your head.

“Achy. Thanks for letting me take a bath—“

“Oh, stop.” He clicks his tongue, though there’s no malicious. “Silly things like that don’t deserve thanks. You are allowed time to yourself, love.”

When you smile, he sees her. Lips curling in a similar fashion, cheeks rounding out. While she only got the absolute perfect parts of him, she got everything of you.

The sun who taught the star how to shine.

“How did we get so lucky?”

Minho has never stopped asking himself that.

The knock on the door is light, yet it still startles the baby. Barely making a fuss, her eyes start to blink open. Unhappy about her nap being cut so short.

But that bitterness is short lived. The second Minho hands her to you, she lights up again. Happy little coos as Mama snuggles her close. Papa walks up to the door, not even having to check to know who’s out there.

“Let me see the baby.” Is all Seungmin says before he pushes his way into the house, making a beeline to the sink to wash his hands.

“Nah, it’s cool, she wasn’t sleeping or anything.”

“I won’t wait another day!”

The puppy’s hands are clean, practically bouncing over to where you’re sitting on the ground. Leaving the entire group he left with behind at the front door. With a roll of his eyes, Minho turns to his friends, greeting all of them with hugs. Changbin brought a giant box of diapers — “My wife wouldn’t let me leave the house without them.” He says before dropping the heavy box by the door. “It should last you a good…ten years.” — while Felix brought baked goods. Jisung’s baby is strapped to his chest, her hair sticking up in every direction (“You know I can’t leave the house without her.”). Finally, he greets Chan.

“How are you feeling?” His older friend asks as he hugs him.

“I’m good.” Minho claps his back, breaking from the hold. He takes a step back to let him inside before shutting the door. “Still doesn’t feel…real.”

Chan smiles at him. “It won’t for a while.” Following his gaze, the new father’s breath is taken away at the sight. Starlight, smiling up at the planets huddled around her. Bouncing in the arms of the sun. “And honestly, that’s the best part.”

The entire universe on earth. Just for Minho.

#skz fluff #stray kids fluff #lee know fluff #lee minho fluff #minho fluff #dad!skz #skz drabbles #skz dads chvnnie #chvnnie soft thoughts #chvnnie moots

[lix-ables]

. . # the morning after. hj. ˚ ₊ ✧ !

[mdni, this post contains, smut – f rec, dirty talk, teasing, touching, just a vv soft morning after sex so,,] // based on an ask sent by @chvnnie ,, finally getting to this bc,, i haven't written something good in a while. did i write this at 2am? yes. ivy, bestie, ily and i hope you like this ‹3 // NOT proofread, so don't come at me. WORDS ! 1.3k

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"baby, you're breathing in my ear," a soft murmur leaves your lips. your fingertips stroke your boyfriend's arm, in hopes of waking him up — enough to at least move, just a little bit.

"i can breathe elsewhere if you want," comes a reply, followed by a small snort, which makes you sigh and reach to tug on his hair.

you shift so that jisung's face is now on your collarbone — yes, he wanted to be the small spoon this time, with his nose nuzzling the crook of your neck right after he gave you the best orgasm last night, with his dick deep inside you, his fingers caressing your body, while his lips were pressed to your ear, whispering the smallest and most intimate 'i love you's. his hands came to a stop at your breasts, massaging them while he thrusted from behind, and the thought of him being inside, at 6 in the morning, got you hot and bothered.

you realised that on the days jisung was fast, and passionate with you, the next morning was when he took care of you in ways you wished would happen for the rest of your life, even if your boyfriend made the silliest and goofiest jokes — be it dirty or not.

this morning was like no other.

deciding to sleep in, with it being a saturday and neither of you had anything to do, you wake up to jisung's lips in your ear, the softest snores leaving his body. there is drool on his chin, and you attempt to wipe it off, again, in hopes that you touching him would wake him up. but his eyes remain close, a mumble escaping his pouty lips — five more minutes and then you can cuddle. only, you are already squished next to him, his cheeks pressed to your collarbone, hand wrapped around your waist.

"how about you lay back, and i'll do all the work?" you whisper back, fingers not leaving his hair, pressing a small kiss to his head. "fuck no, it's still my turn," jisung's eyes open, staring into your own, before you feel him move away from you, and you whine from the lack of warmth. you making grabby hands, making him chuckle when he slides down, his face now in front of your stomach, where he blows into your navel, making you giggle.

your fingers are back in his hair, just like last night. threading through the silky strands of his now growing hair, you tug on it, and look down at him. a whine leaves you, when he presses a kiss right after to your skin, his fingers firm at the side of your waist determined to hold you down. "told you a million times not to move, or you won't get anything. and what do you do?" he questions, his lips still attached to your waist.

"move?"

"so bratty, first thing in the morning, aren't you?"

you smile innocently, nodding your head at his words. a hand moves to spread your legs a little, and he settles between your thighs. now if he could, jisung would spend the rest of his days between your legs, eating you out, because that's his favourite thing to do — it's what he claims.

tracing his way along your thigh, the small touch making you shiver, and your toes curl. "baby, i haven't even started," jisung's hair tickles your stomach when he moves an inch lower so he is face-to-face with your clit, his hands hooking themselves under your butt, letting them stay there.

"and you're already teasing. what have i done to deserve this?" you roll your eyes at his actions, earning a small bite to your thigh which makes you squeal. "you? oh what could you possibly do? definitely don't turn me, or make me hard 'cause of this pretty little pussy, right? nothing at all," jisung teases, a small flick to your clit makes you whine. "those pretty noises you make? definitely don't do anything to me, hm?"

"this," he presses a kiss just above your clit and you feel your toes curl, "definitely doesn't give me a hard on, every time you're close to trapping me here, right?"

"r-right," you stutter, feeling his kisses trail down to your clit, his lips sucking on it before moving away, just to look at the dazed look on your face. his eyes shift to the clock next to you, a smirk forming on his lips. "if i can make you come twice, in say, twenty minutes, you're making breakfast."

"twice? babe—," a moan replaces words when his hand slips between your legs, a finger stroking your slick pussy, and he groans into your clit making your hips buck in response. the thought of you already being so wet, so ready for him — and he wanted to be inside you more than anything.

"shit, do that again, hm?"

jisung's finger slips inside you, immediately surrounded by your clenched walls, while his lips remain at your clit, his tongue darting out to lick it. your free hand, that remained on the side of the bed, now covers your left breast, squeezing it, massaging it — your mind and thoughts only focusing on how good jisung was making you feel.

"god, just like that ji — do that again, please..." a plea leaves your lips, your teeth biting your bottom lip from moaning out loud. it was too early to be making any noise after all.

"love it when you beg me to do something to you, darling," a whisper of those dirty words from jisung makes you clench around his fingers yet again, earning a groan from him. "and i also love it when you do that," he pulls his finger out, just to pump it back in slowly — a form of loving torture, he calls it — his words have so much affect on you that it makes you blush. "that little clenching? like you can't take it anymore? you need me to stretch you out good, huh? want me to fuck you with my tongue? lick you dry?"

nodding, you mewl when he drags his finger out again, his tongue replacing his finger. small, slow kitten licks from him makes you pull harder on his hair, and your back arches. the hand on your breast tightens, nails digging into your own skin, when jisung licks a single stripe of your wetness, his eyes looking up at your face.

a wave of pleasure leaves your body when you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm, just as jisung's tongue moves faster on your clit, occasionally licking your pussy, just to have you ride his face once in a while. he likes it when you get needy and drive your hips into his face, like you want to trap him there, keep him between your legs forever.

"close?" a mumble to your pussy makes you lose your train of thoughts about jisung, and you nod, a string of incoherent words leaving your lips as you come on his tongue.

you move your hips against his face, riding out your high, while jisung lays between your legs, his fingers caressing your thigh, mumbling to your skin how good you did for him, over and over, kisses being pressed to the skin just above your clit, making you shudder.

"you look so pretty when you're fucked out for me," jisung smiles, shifting back up to hover over you, his nose nuzzling your own as he waits for you to catch your breath.

"shut up. i look a mess right now," you pull him closer by his neck, brushing your lips against his own, before he presses up against you, his erection resting on your stomach. you reach down to stroke him, earning a sigh from him. "yeah, but you're my mess."

taglist — @hwajin  @starlostseungmin  @chrisbahng @niinjo @chvnnie @lixhues @joonszn @evqans @meowtella @janvibutbetter @cherryhanji @blueberry-chan @dnadoublefelixx @ethereallino @stuckwithaphobiaa @teacupjeongin @chewryy @bangchanbabygirlx @meowminhosblog @zizis-world12 @aimeexx @whatudowhennooneseesyou @seobinniesshi

#skz thoughts #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids han smut #stray kids jisung smut #han jisung imagines #jisung smut #han jisung scenarios #jisung imagines #han jisung x reader #han jisung smut

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Mommytober Series 2022- Day 27

Aftercare w Lee Know (Stray Kids)

This is pure filth and does not portray an accurate representation of the stated Kpop idol.

Dom!Lee Know x Sub!Gn Reader

Summary: Lee Know's aftercare routine consists of giving you Gatorade and making a nutritious and nourishing meal for you.

Content Includes: fluff, praise, domestic Lee Know, mentions of c*m, hint of oral sex (m receiving), hugging, acts of services.

Requested By: 🍒 Anon

'You did so well honey, I'm so proud of you'.

Lee Know was lying on top of you, his head buried into the crook of your neck and he placed soft kisses along your jaw.

Your throat was still sore from Lee Know's cock thrusting into it so all that came out was a garbled 'thank you' as soft fingers stroked Lee Know's hair.

The air felt cool as Lee Know pulled away from you, he stood up and clasped your hand firmly.

'I'm just going to get you some Gatorade okay? You need to hydrate yourself'.

You responded with a nod and watched Lee Know pull on grey trackies before he left the room.

Moments later, you were pressed against the headboard with the sheet covering you.

You were exhausted, a bit sore but you felt relieved and content.

Lee Know entered the room again with a small smile on his face, his chest still gleaming with sweat and a few hickies were highlighted on his neck.

'Here you go honey, just drink it slowly okay?' His voice was soft, almost parent-like in a way.

He cupped your chin slightly to open your jaw as he poured the Gatorade into your mouth.

He would watch you swallow and then take a deep breath and repeated until the bottle was half-empty.

'I want to make some food for us, are you okay to freshen up while I do that?' He asked, his persona completely different to the man that had just pumped 3 loads into you 10 minutes ago.

'I'm okay, I like to have some time alone anyway. It helps me get back into reality', a small smile responded to Lee Know's, your voice still husky but more powerful after the Gatorade.

Lee Know's thumb stroked the top of your hand before lifting it to his mouth and pressing a few kisses around the knuckles.

'Okay, take your time and don't rush.' He grabbed your wrists and slowly pulled you to your feet, finishing by placing a kiss on your cheek and gently breathing an 'I love you' to your ear before walking to the kitchen.

You turned the lights and the heater on in the bathroom to keep you warm whilst you were nude.

The aftercare routine began of you wiping away the excess sweat and dripped mascara with micellar water and a cotton pad.

After the cotton pad discarded you pulled the wet wipes out from the drawer and started cleaning underneath your underarms, around your stomach and grabbing an extra wipe to clean away the excess cum and lube that had settled into the crevices of your thighs and folds.

You would usually shower after you had your meal, it was a successful agreement between you and Lee Know.

Lee Know would always give you Gatorade and make you a meal whilst you wiped yourself down in the bathroom.

The routine lasted 10 minutes before you pulled on some loose pyjamas pants and a baggy t-shirt before walking to the kitchen.

Lee Know was still shirtless you could see his toned back as he was stirring ramen over the stove-top.

Damn? How did I get so lucky? You thought as you watched him for a couple of seconds and admired his toned body.

You slowly sauntered over to him and wrapped your arms around his middle, a jolt of surprise went through his body and you feel his belly vibrate from the chuckle.

'You scared me, you're always so quiet' He placed his hands over yours and the two of you stood in silence, swaying back and forth and just feeling the moment of each other's presence.

'Go sit down and pick a movie, food will be ready in 15 minutes'.

Taglist: @bluelove24 @ateezreactionsandscenarios @hongthoven @iliana26 @mischiefsmind @creativechaoticloner @chvnssecret @chvnnie @seungminluv3 @reighlee-greaves @hipster-shiz @vernon-s-whore @monstaxdirtywonk @destiny-fics @8tinytings @mooniewritesstuff @hwaberrycake @manipulated-sky @randomthoughtsandhobbies @sometimesiwritethings

#lee know x reader #lee know smut #lee know stray kids #lee know skz #stray kids #skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz x reader #skz lee know #minho smut #kpop kinktober #mommytober 2022 #kinktober 2022 #whatudowhennooneseesyou #🍒 anon

[americanokisses]

a silly little list:

my kpop fic recs ! pls lemme know if u have any recommendations <3

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most, if not all of these works are NSFW (minors please don't interact) some of these works also contain heavy topics- please read at ur own caution : )

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skz :)

-> [rec.] by @chvnnie - minho x reader (smut)

-> LIVE! by @chvnnie - 3RACHA x reader x minho (smut) - part two of [rec.]

-> [23:16] by @matryosika - minho x reader (smut) -> Chocolate And Vanilla by @thevampywolf - bang chan x reader (smut & fluff) -> playing with fire by @straywrds - hyunjin x reader (smut, angst) - series (still in work) -> this whole masterlist by @hyuckvanqel - all of skz x reader + ateez, nct, svt works (smut) + anon thoughts - all the works are amazing, promise! -> Come on Fuck Me Emo Boy by @chvnnie - skz x reader (smut, fluff, angst) - mini series !

-> Zemblanity by @moonflowerchanniesgirl - minho x reader (smut & angst) -> a soft dom minho thought by @hwangcore - minho x reader (smut & fluff)

-> 5:27 pm by @hwangcore - minho x reader (smut) -> Bite me? by @thevampywolf - bang chan x reader (suggestive, fluff) -> By Heart by @charmercharm3r - minho x reader (smut) - fantasy [demon x human] -> TKO by @cb97percent - minho x reader (smut) -> dahlia. by @skzmix - hyunjin x reader (smut) -> a hyunjin thought by @che3tobre4th - hyunjin x reader (smut) -> Red lights by @chvnssecret - hyunjin x reader (smut)

-> My command by @chvssecret - seungmin x reader (smut)

-> WAITING FOR US by @erotichan - hyunjin x reader (smut) -> [02:36] by @seungisms - bang chan x reader (smut) -> TITLE TRACK: RUN AWAY WITH ME by @lotus-dly - bang chan x reader (angst & fluff)

-> . . # the morning after. hj. ˚ ₊ ✧ ! by @lix-ables - hyunjin x reader (smut & fluff) -> [all yours, forever - hyunjin] by @stay-corner - hyunjin x reader (smut & fluff) -> USE ME. by @hwan-g - hyunjin x reader (smut)

-> warmth by @inkybird - hyunjin x reader (smut &fluff)

->[7:06am] by @hyunee1 - hyunjin x reader (smut)

-> orchid. by @skzmix - jeongin x reader (smut)

-> i. harness by @btssmutgalore - lee know x reader (smut)

-> No Face by @thevampywolf - bang chan x reader (suggestive & fluff)

-> Watch Me by @@lorinicole - minho x reader x hyunjin (smut)

->fallingforyou (all over again). by @lix-ables - felix x reader (smut)

->anon prompt by @lix-ables - felix x reader (smut)

-> ILLOGICAL by @chxncinth - bang chan x reader (smut)

-> a party elsewhere. hhj. by @lix-ables - hyunjin x reader (smut)

-> prompt: "shut up!" "why dont you come over here and make me?" by @linoguistics - hyunijn x reader (smut)

->1 0 : 1 1 p m by @karibear - felix x reader (smut)

-> hyunjin + choking by @hynjnhwng - hyunjin x reader (smut)

-> ✰ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐤𝐳. by @cartierbin - ot8 x reader (one shot smut)

-> F&MU by @charmercharm3r - felix x reader (smut & fluff)

-> [02:12 am - chan] by @stay-corner -bang chan x reader (smut)

-> illogical by @chxncinth - bang chan x reader (smut)

-> [03:16 am - chan] by @stay-corner - bang chan x reader (smut)

-> Naive Nature by @ch4nb4ng - bang chan x reader (smut) -> mirrors and lights — by @lix-ables - yang jeongin x reader (smut)

-> chan hard thoughts by @chvnnie - bang chan x reader (smut)

other:

-> ALREADY WON — ☆ by @ihugjakey - jake sim x reader (fluff)

-> NO HANDS | Y.KH by @bakubae - yoon keeho x reader

-> keeho x idol!reader !* by @wonwoosh - yoon keeho x reader (fluff & angst)

-> 2:50 pm // by @bakubae - yoon keeho x reader (smut)

->- “daddy” // s.jy by @lvnarhees - jake sim x reader (smut)

-> after game (m) by @jaeyunsz - jake x reader (smut & fluff)

-> [5:28] by @riboism - honjoong (ateez) x reader (smut)

-> CUM TIL’ YOU CRY : SJY by @tangledbutterflies - jake sim x reader (smut)

-> Reality’s boring by @sup-dallyboy - hongjoong x reader (smut)

series:

-> unrequited

-> unmatched

.｡.:*☆ both the above series are by @jl-micasea-fics and they are absolutely amazing !! one of my absolute favourite pieces i've ever read. (lee know x reader)- contains smut, fluff and heavy angst (see tw's before you read it)

->this whole masterlist

.｡.:*☆ the series (?) above is by @blu-joons-joo and it's absolutely adorable ! literally for all my babies out there who love fluff (and a bit of suggestiveness)- it'll drive u delusional

-> my heart bel♡ngs to daddy 

.｡.:*☆this series is by @yunjardi and is SO good !! jake is to DIE FOR and him and the reader together are just so delicious <3

-> by my side

.｡.:*☆this series is by @noramoons and the concept of it is amazing, it's also written really well !! can't wait for the next parts

-> e x p e r i e n c e d

.｡.:*☆this series is by @ballelino who's one of my favourite writers on tumblr! the series is one of the best, along with alot of her others- if you ever get the chance to check out wedding season (lee know x reader) by her aswell : )

-> i. harness & ii.love & iii. play .｡.:*☆ this series is by @btssmutgalore and when i tell you its sheet clenching, panty wetting, eyerolling and neck snapping- dont take it lightly. it's everything ive ever personally wanted and i swear its SO worth the read.

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if you have any other recommendations, shoot me a message and i'll be sure to check it out ! enjoy !!

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love, froggy

[rachalixie]

I HAVE HIT 1000 FOLLOWERS.

like. what?? i cant believe this is real. my impostor syndrome is coming in full swing and i definitely do not feel like i deserve this but!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU to literally anyone who has interacted with me and my work. i love each and every one of you.

now that i’m here…i’ve decided to finally make a taglist!! so let me know in the comments on this post or in my dms or my asks (wherever you want, really) if you want to be added to it! i’ll be tagging you in my main fics and my soft thoughts.

special sappy shoutouts under the cut ↯

@chvnnie what can i say. the one who inspired me to start posting in the first place. i can say lots and lots about you but for the sake of your dignity i won’t but you know i love youuuuu <3

@sweetestcherrywine my baby i love you till the ends of the earth. your support and your kind words mean the world to me. talking to you always makes me feel so comforted like a warm blanket or a fresh chocolate chip cookie. what would i do without you? nothing. that’s what.

@sulfurcosmos ti. where can i begin. you’re just the strongest pillar of support ever (and i hope i can provide even a fraction of that to you). you’re just such a big inspiration to me. i’m very glad you continued to stick with me even when i infodump random information about myself to you

@katieraven thank you for constantly entertaining my ideas when when they make you cry and thank you for being so sweet to me and just thank you for being the amazing person that you are

@isilentprincess @woahfruity you little rascals always giving me the most lovely comments about my fics ily thank you for not being annoyed when i send them to you

@iluvchanniesposts @hyun-bun besties i know we don’t talk a whole bunch but you’re some of the first people who actually responded to my messages and you don’t know what that means to me! i appreciate you so much

@agustd-essert love u thank for dealing with us always being ridiculous over skz and for providing me with all the joong content my short boyfriend hehe

#what a milestone #im so so happy #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #stray kids fluff

[chvnnie]

Thinking about a giant cuddle pile with Chan and Felix and Jisung when I’m sad 😢 just all soft and cuddly with snacks and blankets and snuggles all around 💕

this made my heart really warm 🥺 why not start the day off with something cute and soft

It’s just one of those days where nothing is right.

You woke up late, having to decide between showing up to class on time or brushing your teeth (rip the last stick of gum in your backpack). On the power walk to the science building, you realize there’s a teeny hole in the bottom of your worn out sneakers. Hardly noticeable — until pieces of gravel find it’s way inside.

Oh, did you forget? There’s a quiz today! Open book? What a silly little question, of course you have nothing but your memory to rely on when you’ve only just woken up.

Dropped your coffee literally minutes after buying it. The rice you bought for lunch was cold. Your favorite pen broke, you forgot your water bottle on your rush out. Bad thing after bad thing — it’s a surprise you held in the incoming spiral until you got home.

Their voices fill the hallway. About halfway to your apartment, you pause and take a really deep breath. Normally, Felix inviting his friends over doesn’t bother you. After all, they’re yours too. Jisung you’ve know since elementary school, and Chan you met on your first day of university.

“Shit.” You heard the strange boy mumble beside you, digging through his bag hopelessly. “Shit, shit, shit-“

“Are you okay?” Normally, you’d keep to yourself in class. But he seemed really, really flustered.

“I can’t find my pen. How did this happen? I bought a new pack this weekend and—“

Before he can even finish, you put a blue one on his notebook. Shiny, new. You had gone shopping yourself.

“I’ll give it back.”

He never did, and somehow lost the pen within four classes. So, you gave him another. By midterms, you had bought a pack just for Chan.

From that intro to ethics class blossomed a friendship that you can’t picture your life without. Through you, he met Jisung, and through Chan, you met Felix. The quiet, sweet guy whose roommate broke the lease unexpectedly and really needed someone to fill that vacancy.

Coming home to them is a daily occurrence. One that you typically look forward to. But today. Today you’re exhausted. The tiny apartment is going to be so loud until the early hours of dawn — how much can you take today?

They don’t hear the door open, too busy yelling at each other over Mario Kart. Jisung is losing, and Felix is gloating. The typical.

“Hey, you’re back!” Chan, happily in both the middle of the couch and ranking, flashes you a smile while still focused on the tv screen. “Want in? This race is almost over.”

“‘m okay. Kinda tired.” You force a yawn to make it more believable, dropping your bag on the rarely used dining table. “I think I’m going to take a nap.”

“Are you sure? We—“

“Maybe later?” You’re really trying to keep it together, picking at the skin around your nails. “I just need a bit. Didn’t sleep well last night.”

Chan raises an eyebrow at you, not fully convinced and slightly worried. Deciding it’s better not to press, he just nods, and turns fully back to the game.

You don’t even make it to your bed before the tears start. Body shaking, you change into a comfier set of clothes before lying face down in the center of your big bed. One deep, broken breath and the sobs begin.

Why did today have to happen? Left and right, no matter which direction you took, the outcome was the same. Sucking the life out of you and giving nothing in return.

You feel exhausted. Defeated. Hopeless.

The teeny, tiny knock is barely audible. But the creak, and shutting of the door, breaks through your cries. You don’t move, head too heavy to try and see who it is. They don’t announce themselves either; padding across the room before climbing in the bed with you. Lying right next to you, hiking his leg around your body.

The cologne is a give away. “Come on.” Jisung whispers, coaxing you into his arms. When you grunt, he moves you himself. Head to his chest, pulling you close before covering you both with the duvet.

Remember when you were little, and you fell from the play set? It wasn’t a far drop, but for your tiny body it felt like a lot. Nobody was around, class playing on the other side of the playground. All alone, softly sniffling. Your jeans are ripped, knee poking out and bloodied.

“Ouchie.” You whimper. When you try to stand, you teeter. Unsteady. Painful. How can you get help?

“You went boom.” You hear a tiny voice say, turning around to see a boy your age right behind you. “Did it hurt?”

You nod. “Big ouchie, look.”

He comes over, plops onto the ground next to you. Little brown eyes widen, lips parting in shock.

“Woah!” He leaned closer to get a better look. “You’re brave.”

It’s only of the first things Jisung ever said to you, and if you were to ask him to describe you today, he would say the same thing.

Brave. You’re brave. He’s always thought, and always will.

“Want to talk about it?” Jisung is drawing circles on your back, nails digging in just enough to be soothing.

You shake your head, clinging onto to his hoodie. “Just sad.” That’s what it comes down to — it doesn’t matter that you woke up late, and that the world was crumbling with each step you took. When you woke up, you were already aching.

There doesn’t have to be a reason. There isn’t one. Sadness just stopping in to say hello, and overstaying it’s welcome.

Your friend nods, shuffling in the bed to get more comfortable. Mingled breathing is the only sound, soft and easy. Almost lulling you into a much needed sleep.

Fluttering in and out of consciousness, you don’t notice that the tv has turned off. Jisung is just so warm; he smells good, he makes you feel safe. Why pay attention to anything else when comfort is finally hauling sadness out?

A dip in the bed, and you whine, thinking Jisung is trying to leave you. That is, until a board body presses into your back. Holding you from the other side.

“Are you guys napping without me?” Chan playfully asks, tickling your side lightly. Though you smack his hand away, he sees the teeny smile it brings. “That’s rude.”

“So was you cheating in Mario Kart, but you don’t hear me complaining.”

“You’re just a sore loser-“

“You cheated!”

“What is this?” Felix’s voice breaks up the bickering. You look up to see your roommate in the door, jaw dropped in faux shock. “A cuddle party? Without me?”

When you moved in, the apartment smelled like…burning sugar.

The blonde man was in the kitchen, spilling the most vulgar words you’ve ever heard as he quickly puts on oven mitts. You watched from the front door, not wanting to spook him as he takes the hot pan out of the oven.

He brings it to his face, closely inspecting the dessert. They were supposed to be white chocolate brownies, instead they’re as dark (and hard) as coal. With a frustrated sigh, he drops it on the counter.

“For all it matters.” You make yourself known, resisting a giggle at the way he jumps. “It smells good.”

Huffing a laugh, Felix puts his hands on his hips. “Just because we’re living together now doesn’t mean you have to appease me.”

“It’s the truth.” You say, fully entering the apartment. “What happened? Wrong temperature?”

He presses his lips together. “…I took a nap.”

It’s a shame, really. Tragic. You hate for sweets to go to waste — but oh, how you laugh. Leaning your head on his shoulder and staring down at the burned brownies.

“One day you’ll get it, Lix.”

The tupperware container is filled to the top with the same brownies, the lid almost popping off. Quickly abandoning the treats on your dresser, your roommate rushes to the bed.

And lays right on top of you.

While you giggle, the other two men groan.

“Come on, Felix.”

“This isn’t comfy—“

“It’s not my fault you didn’t leave space for me!”

You can feel the youngest man wiggle, trying to get more comfortable and thus torturing his friends. It isn’t the most practical way to group cuddle, but it is the most heartwarming. Smothered in love that you’ve never really felt worthy of, but are forever grateful for.

What was it that you were so upset about, again?

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[chvnnie]

hard (but soft) bf jisung thought below the cut (not proofread - don’t come for me)

SMUT BELOW THE CUT. MINORS DNI

clouds of earthy smelling smoke filled your lungs as you laid on your bed, head hanging off the side. jisung sat at your feet, eyes closed in bliss as he took a slow drag of the joint he had rolled only minutes before.

jisung tapped the bottom of your foot to get your attention. “more?” his voice was raspy from the smoke and the lingering sleep that had yet to leave his system.

“no, i’m ‘kay.” you mumbled, eyes focused on the ceiling fan above you. around and around it spun, drying your eyes out with its gentle breeze. or maybe they were dry because you hadn’t blinked in the last minute, or maybe it was because of the weed. either way, when your eyes fluttered shut, you couldn’t help but moan quietly as they finally got some rest.

jisung finished the joint, putting the nub out on the ashtray beside the bed. the mattress moved under his weight, stopping only once he was between your legs. grabbing your knees, he spread your legs out, stretched as far as they could possible go. you could feel his legs rubbing against yours, shifting closer and closer to your middle. even in your high state, you could guess what was to come next, even lifting your hips in preparation.

but hands never found your hips, ridding you from the pink cotton layer that hid your core away. instead, you felt the weight of his head on your lower belly, jisung flipping on his side and pulling your thighs until they squished him in the middle of your body.

jisung held onto your leg, fingers drawing hearts on your bare skin. “love you.” he whispered before placing a tender kiss on your thigh.

blindly, as your head was still over the edge and eyes were still closed, your hands searched for his head, threading your fingers through his fluffy hair. he hummed against your thigh, nose nuzzling into you as you played with his hair.

“love you.”

“mean it?”

“always.”

you could feel his smile on your thigh, feel his giggle making your soft skin jiggle. he was always an affectionate partner; always doting on you, covering you with kisses whenever he could, showering you with praises and a love you never thought you deserved. jisung did, though, and didn’t let a day go by without reminding you that you did.

but something about your boyfriend high made him more lovely. praises leaving his soft lips more, kisses with a bit more passion behind them, “love you”s said a little more firmly. it was cute - the way he was so openly smitten for you no matter his state of mind.

“baby?” his voice was muffled against your thigh.

“yeah?”

“can you lift your head up? i miss your face.”

giggling, you planted your palms on the mattress and pushed yourself up. jisung rolled onto his belly, chin now resting on your stomach as he stared at you. the laziest smile painted his face, so large that his eyes fluttered shut.

“there’s my pretty girl.” his voice was low, it had been all afternoon, but something about that sentence with that tone-

“jiiiiiii.” you whined, going to dangle over the edge again. jisung was quicker than you, though, grabbing your upper thighs and pulling you further down the bed until your head was now resting on it instead of over it.

“that’s better.” he was now face to face with your collarbones from shifting you on the bed. his lips kissed where they met, little butterfly kisses landing across each collarbone. once he was done kissing those, he moved to your shoulders. then your neck. then his kisses were underneath your ears, and the room felt stuffy, and not from the weed.

his lips brushed on your earlobe, causing your hands to fly up, intertwining your fingers with his hair again.

“mm, almost forgot.” his voice was nothing but a whisper, daring to pull your earlobe in his mouth. he released the cartilage with a pop. “pretty baby likes when i’m close enough to whisper in her ear, yeah?”

his hands had gone rouge, one slipping under your tank top while the other played with the lower hem of your panties. instead of responding, you arched your back, hips pushing into the hand that was close by. you heard (more like felt) jisung huff a laugh, fingers nimbly pushing your panties to the side.

his fingers found your silt, the two of you moaning in unison as he touched you for the first time that day.

“always so wet, so ready for me.” jisung pushed his fingers up, slightly pausing to tease your clit, then down, pausing again to tease your entrance. “always such a good girl for me. right, baby? you’re my good girl?”

he increased the pressure of his movements, of the amount of time he spent at your clit and entrance. chest rapidly rising and falling, you found what little strength you had to answer. “ ‘m good girl. ji’s good girl.”

he rewarded your confirmation with two fingers pushing into you, his body breaking out into goosebumps as you arched into him more. knuckles deep, he pulled them out slowly to his fingertips before pushing back in, slower than how he dragged them out.

“my perfect, perfect angel.” he was panting now, hard on gently rocking against your thigh. the feeling made you dizzy, the weed making all of your senses feel overwhelmed in the best way. “god, i can never get enough of you. so beautiful, so wonderful and all-“ his thumb found your clit, pressing down hard and rubbing up and down “-all mine. forever.”

your hands fell to his cheeks, pulling his face out of your neck to look at you. his brown eyes found yours; red around the edges, blown wide from his highs - the high of the weed, the high of you, and the high of his love.

“forever?” your voice was cracking, but it was hard to tell if it was from the tears forming in your waterline or the rope in your lower belly that was so close to snapping.

jisung smiled at you, genuine and sweet. “forever. my girl. my love. forever.”

the words made your body tingle, dam finally breaking as your came with a moan and tears around him. head thrown back in ecstasy, you cried into the afternoon sun filled room, hips grinding against his fingers as you rode this new high out.

once his fingers were out of you, and his head was now resting on your chest, you repeated his earlier question.

“mean it?”

he squeezed you tighter, body pressed flushed against yours.

“always.”

©: chvnnie 2022

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[chvnnie]

dad!channie putting your son to bed but admiring that he look just like you

dad!minho taking countless photos of you and your daughter because he’s never felt more love and he wants to have as many memories as possible (ft. the kitty cat)

dad!changbin making a song with you son (even tho he can only say dada and mama)

dad!hyunjin and the oldest painting you and the youngest while you sleep

dad!jisung painting his daughters nails

dad!felix taking baby to the dance studio

dad!seungmin never ever wanting to put baby down, like ever. pouts when you get to baby first but the proceeds to cuddle you both

dad!jeongin dressing baby up with matching outfits, and giving lots of kisses because like he does for you, he likes leaving little kisses to show his love

what did i ever do to you

chan braiding his daughter’s hair and failing drastically but she loves it so he doesn’t try to redo it.

minho getting his daughter a kitchen set so she can “help” him make dinner.

the twins playing a game where they hide from changbin in the house just to pop out and scare him (they’re always successful).

hyunjin helping paint sets for his daughter’s dance recital.

jisung bringing his daughter to the studio and holding a mic to the baby’s mouth, letting her coo into it. he uses it in their next album.

felix planning extravagant family halloween costumes off of the stories his daughter comes up when she plays pretend. the baby ends up being a chick.

seungmin taking videos of his son daily, putting them together at the end of the year and making a video so you can “watch him grow”.

jeongin taking his son to a children’s museum, spending the entire day there. they both crash on the couch the moment they get home.

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[chvnnie]

some soft jisung bc i’m having a bad day and need this - not proofread, thanks to @lix-ables for saying she would support this post and making me cry

if you’ve submitted a request/thoughts of any sort, i will be slowly answering them this weekend <333

no smut below the cut, but either way, MINORS DNI

the clicking of the keyboard was slowly becoming soothing, heavy eyes sluggishly trying to blink away the sleep. jisung had been in his office for hours - the notes in his head refused to let him sleep, making him toss and turn and squeeze his eyes shut to no avail. he could not sleep until he finished this beat.

his desktop clock blinked, early hours of the morning reminding him that he really needs to call it a night. he thought of you, how he left you when he dragged himself across the house to work. lips parted, a puddle of drool on the pillow, jisung’s shirt you slept in practically drowning you. god, it was so hard to leave you. all he wanted to do was gather you in his arms, holding you close to his body and protecting you from everything that crawls in the night.

but no. his brain wouldn’t shut up.

jisung checked his phone - endless social media notifications, reminders for various things he continued to put off, at least fifteen messages from minho, each more threatening than the last.

minho: yah, jisung. answer your phone.

minho: are you ignoring me

minho: stop ignoring me

minho: if you think i won’t come over-

well, at least he wasn’t the only one awake.

jisung turned on the do not disturb setting, placing his phone face down. he needed to focus. he needed to finish so he could hurry back to bed, hurry back to you.

his headphones had blocked out the sound of the door opening, of you releasing little grumpy groans as you rubbed your eyes. “sungie?”

but he couldn’t hear the way you called for him, head bobbing along with the beat as he worked on it.

you called his name twice more, each time louder than the last. nope. nothing was getting past those headphones. he didn’t hear the little stomps you made as you grew progressively more frustrated at the lack of attention.

when your hand landed on his shoulder, he jumped, throwing his headphones off his head. turning around in the chair, he was ready to fight, until he saw you with a grumpy pout. he dropped his hands, taking a deep breath of relief. “god, i thought you were minho.”

“huh?” you croaked out, fists not leaving your eyes as you continued the circular motion.

“nothing.” jisung’s hands found your waist, thumbs massaging them as he looked up at you. “baby, why are you up? it’s so late.”

you shook your head, pout just getting poutier. “woke up for snuggles and you were gone.” god, you sounded so cute - voice groggy with sleep, a very unintimidating anger mixing with your whines. he couldn’t help but smile at you, grin absolutely goofy as he stared at you.

it was still hard to comprehend - a love like this. it burned bright, passion driving it to grow and the power of it simply overwhelming to anyone outside the relationship. inside, it was strong and steady, absolutely unbreakable no matter who/what tried. so pure, so selfless - until you’re pouting in front of him demanding snuggles with the empty threat of leaving the room if you don’t get what you want.

“are you listening to meeeeeee?” you whined, dragging out your words. was it wrong to be so obsessed with how precious you were right now? because he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he wanted to.

“of course, baby. i’m sorry.” jisung sighed, knowing that you couldn’t understand how sorry he actually was. “i’ll be in bed soo-“

“no. now.”

he chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes. “baby-“

“neeeeeeed sungie snuggles. now.”

sighing, he shook his head as he chuckled. “fine-“ he dropped your hips and moved to pat his lap. “-we can hang out here until i’m finished. i’m close.”

it was an impossible offer to pass up, you quickly crawling into his lap and clutching to him. you nuzzled your head in his neck, a content sigh leaving your lips as you got comfortable.

jisung turned around, moving back to his desk with you. he moved the mouse with one hand, the other too busy with his mix-board. his tongue peeked out from his lips, focus taking over his body.

until he heard you whine.

“cold.” you said, moving your head to speak clearly. “is there a blanket in here…”

jisung was taking off his hoodie before the sentence ended, leaving him in a wrinkled black shirt. he pushed you back gently, putting the hoodie on you before a hand cupped the back of your head and pulled you back into him.

you and jisung sat like this for a while; he had taken the headphones off, letting his new beat fill the room. it was there, just a few more-

“done.” jisung happily sighed, quickly naming the file and tucking it away. “baby, are you-“

he was answered by your soft snores, too far gone to understand what he said. you looked so, so peaceful - even the way your hair stuck to your face from drool was endearing. god - he fucking loved you. jisung gently believed he didn’t love anyone as much as he-

his beliefs immediately went into the question when the motioner by the mix board lit up, sleepy cries threatening to beat you out for the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

sighing, he shut the motioner off, softly shaking you awake.

“she’s awake.” jisung whispered, pressing feather light kisses across your forehead.

you shook your head, sleepy groans coming out again. “g-got her-“

you were interrupted in your attempt to beat him to your daughter’s room by the ringing of the doorbell.

well, she was crying louder now. jisung reached over to his phone, knowing just who was outside the door.

minho: ya, jisung. open the door.

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[chvnnie]

Yes I'm here for the 'shower Jisungie in love' agenda? Let me tell you how I just know he's a soft boy. I know it! Just like I KNOW he probably melts into a puddle when he's genuinely told he's cute or handsome or talented. Any heartfelt compliment and the boy is definitely a mess. Swear! I also just love his squishy quokka cheeks!

sweet boy thrives on praise, i fucking know it.

a core memory in your relationship is the first day you visited him in the studio. he had worked for hours, mind slowly turning to mush as he tried to piece together the last bits of his project. he felt like he was going to combust with frustration - help from chan and changbin did nothing but make things worse. jisung could do it - was doing it - he just needed a little push. a little break.

he doesn’t remember calling you; one minute he was alone, the next you were there, hesitantly poking your head through the door to make sure you were in the right place. his tired eyes poked out from the back of the chair, and you barreled in the room, giggling as you fell in his lap. the touch loving boy he is, he laughed along with you, wrapping his arms around you and keeping you snug against him. you smelled like him - large hoodie absolutely drowning you. but there were laces of your shampoo, your perfume, that made his heart flutter. the combined scent was just a reminder that you’re his. his.

“missed you.” you mumble, head buried in his neck.

“missed you more.”

you pull your head out, the giddiest smile he’s ever seen painted on your face. it’s almost impossible to believe you’re looking at him like that. that he makes you feel like that. “i’m glad you called me. i’ve always wanted to see the studio.”

“oh? you want a tour?”

you excitedly nod your head, readying yourself to stand up. instead, he grips your hips, keeping you on his lap. his feet push the roller chair back, then set the two of you off on a slow spin. jisung doesn’t stop the chair until you’ve made a 360 turn, right back where you started.

“ta-da. that was your tour.”

you laugh, hitting his shoulder with his sweater paw. he dramatically grips the “injury”, throwing his head back in faux pain as he wails. he doesn’t stop until your sweater paws cup his face, lips finding his. jisung smiled into the kiss, tilting his head to give you more access to him. they don’t last long - you pull away soon after his tongue slips in your mouth as you remember why you’re here.

“do you need me to leave? so you can finish?”

his heart drops at the idea. that’s the last thing he wants.

instead, he convinces you to stay, your warm body leaned against his as he works. he hooked your airpods up to his laptop, letting you listen as he worked, apologizing any time he fucked something up. in no time (more like an hour, but time didn’t really exist when you’re around), the song is finished. he drags his mouse to the start, hovering it over the play button.

“ready?”

you nod, wide eyes looking up at him as he presses play.

did you stare at him the whole time? he wasn’t really sure - too focused in on his screen to notice if or when you looked away. all he knows is that when he looked down at you at the end, your eyes were wider than before, awe sparkling in the depths.

nervously, he chuckled. “what?”

you slowly pull your headphones out, eyes not leaving your boyfriend. “you’re incredible.”

“stop it-“

“no, seriously.” you reposition yourself so you’re straddling him, arms wrapped around his shoulders and bodies melded into one. “you’re amazing, jisung.”

“yah, i mean it-“

“so do i.” your words gentle but firm, a blush creeping up his neck. “you’re so talented. your brain came up with that? on its own? oh my god. and you looked so handsome doing it. i mean, you always look handsome, but the look on your face when you’re focused in? fuck, how are you real? how are you mine? i mean-“

his lips collide with yours before you can continue, to both hide the reddening of his face and to show you how much it means to him. that you’re with him.

how is he yours? no, how are you his? how did he get so lucky as to love you daily?

he wasn’t sure of the answer, but he knew that he wouldn’t let a day go without expressing the depths of his love for you in every way possible.

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT I WANT HIM-

also went hard again BUT THAT’S? MY SQUISHY BABY? I CANNOT. I CANNOT.

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[chvnnie]

i started writing this for ji day and have just now finished it but-

-here’s a hyunsung soft thought from the bet universe

hwang hyunjin x reader x han jisung

genre: fluff fluff fluff

wc: 1k

warnings: mentions of food, not proofread (as always, don’t @ me). it’s just really sappy bc she’s a hopeless romantic

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal, @katieraven, @miamormi, @woahfruity, @isilentprincess, @hugs4chan, @stranger-thighs, @beautifulcolorgarden, @scottmcallisdaddy, @whatudowhennooneseesyou, @raspbinniecreme, @humayraaaaa

“no, no. not that way, fold it the other way.”

“what…like this?”

“no, like- you know what? just give it to me.”

you huff as hyunjin takes the poorly wrapped box out of your hands, unfolding the crumpled and lumpy wrapping paper. he lays it on the counter, trying to flatten it out as much as he can before placing the small box in the middle of it, neatly wrapping it the way he wants it done.

“i don’t know why we’re bothering to wrap it.” you say with a pout, crossing your arms across your chest. “jisung is just going to rip it to shreds anyway.”

hyunjin pinches your left cheek, laughing as you try to swat his hand away from your face. “isn’t ripping it to shreds half the fun of opening a present?”

“you know what else is fun? a gift bag.”

grabbing the roll of clear tape, hyunjin lightly throws it at your head. you laugh as you dodge it, picking it up off the ground to return the attack. it’s annoying how easily he catches it, picking up where he left off with a playful smile.

the two of you had spent the better part of the late afternoon/evening decorating the kitchen for a mini surprise party for jisung. with how busy your schedules all are, and how many people want to celebrate him, tonight was the only time the three of you were guaranteed to have alone. the party was hyunjin’s idea — every last detail was picked out by him, from the balloons to the flavor of cheesecake, he took great care to make sure that your shared boyfriend would love the small party thrown in his honor.

and you were fine with him taking the lead; hyunjin threw phenomenal parties (all four years of undergrad were proof enough), and when you saw they way his eyes sparkled when he pitched the idea to you, too excited to speak slowly, you couldn’t possibly deny him of this.

so you let him drag you from party store to party store, finding every perfect decoration as you held the small velvet box in your lap.

the garage door opened right as you were attempting to put the twenty third candle on the cake. hyunjin grabbed your arm, pulling you to the ground behind the island counter. the poor candlestick flew across the kitchen, rolling and finding a new home under the fridge.

“hyunjin!” you whine, giving a light smack to his shoulder. “i was almost done-“

your complaint was cut short by a hand pressed against your mouth, silencing your whines.

“you’re the worst.” you mumbled against his hand.

“one more peep and no surprise party for you.”

“fine. i hate surprises.”

hyunjin’s eyes widened, his hand falling from your mouth in shock. “really?”

all you can do is offer a mischievous smile, trying so hard not to laugh as his face scrunches in disgust.

“when this is over, i swear to god-“

“hello?” jisung’s voice cuts through the kitchen. quickly finding your footing, you bounce up from behind the counter, hyunjin following behind you a beat later.

“SURPRISE!” the two of you shout in unison, watching your boyfriend’s eyes widen.

jisung stands at the doorway in shock, taking in all the details; big balloons in his favorite colors, a vase of daisies next to an obviously store bought cheesecake on a serving plate, and a small, yet disheveled looking present in the middle. he felt his heart swell, a small smile playing on his lips. “…for me?”

you nod as hyunjin waves him over, the wonder never leaving his eyes as he approaches the counter. hyunjin is the first to greet him, cupping jisung’s face as the younger man wraps his arms around his waist. they share a kiss, both smiling into it as hyunjin whispers declarations of love and well wishes to him. after he lets him go, jisung moves to you. that’s when the excitement hits him — he pulls you into a big hug, lifting you off your feet and turning in a circle. you giggle, giddily kicking your feet as he spins the two of you. after you’re both a little dizzy, he puts you back on your feet and catches your lips for a kiss.

“happy birthday, my love.” you whisper, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

he hums before peppering a bunch of kisses across your face, pulling more laughs from you. hyunjin, busy with lighting the candles, watched the entire interaction, committing it to his memory. if he could freeze time, reliving any moment he wanted, it would be this one. watching the two people he loves the most in the world laugh and love each other.

“thank you.” jisung says, keeping an arm wrapped around your waist as he turns towards hyunjin. “both of you. really, you didn’t have to do this.”

“but we wanted to. you deserve the world, baby. but i couldn’t buy that at the store, so this will have to do for now.” hyunjin’s words make jisung roll his eyes, but he quickly makes it up to him with a kiss on the tip of his nose. “now blow out the candles before wax gets all over the cake.”

you land a harder slap on hyunjin’s shoulders, the two of you playfully bickering as jisung looks back and forth between the two of you. quickly, without a thought, he blows out the candles.

“that was fast.” hyunjin says, eyebrows furrowing as he watches the smoke disappear.

“yeah, it was. didn’t you wish for something?”

jisung shakes his head, reaching to pick the candles out of the cake. “nope. everything i could ever want is in the room with me. i don’t need anything else.”

the statement makes your heart flutter, beating so hard it might as well breakthrough your chest. you watch as hyunjin’s eyes water a bit, jisung quickly reaching up to catch the tears that fell.

jisung was right; nothing else mattered. without them, nothing has any value. nothing brought joy, or warmth or love. hyunjin and jisung are your everything.

this is your everything.

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[chvnnie]

opening my hard/soft thoughts for a little bit today.

if there’s anything on your mind that you want to discuss, send it to me. let chat and distract me from all the full length fics sitting in my docs rn. want to put out SOME kind of content today 💞

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[chvnnie]

@ the anon that sent the bio student jisung ask

i am so thoroughly obsessed w that idea that i cannot make it a soft thought bc i will go hard so just hang tight for a bit bc im going to make it a drabble, okay?

pls be patient, promise i will answer it <333

#chvnnie soft thoughts #chvnnie asks #han jisung

[lix-ables]

ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ?

pairing — hentai artist! jisung x fem!reader. rating — 18 +, minors dni !! words — 1.7k genre — smut, includes i. soft mean dom!jisung, use of mirror (bro idk what to call it istg) praise kink, size kink, use of pet names like doll, babe, angel, lingerie kink, touching (??) ii. loving(??) degradation, slight perv!ji (@chvnnie hi bestie, i had to), sexting (mostly teasing so idk what that falls under) note — the way i screamed when i got an ask for this aaaaa and i needed to write it like this omg (lets ignore that this is my first time writing this). anyway i hope y'all like it ^^ masterlist

you: [image] you: babee you: tell me if this looks good? jisung: oh.. jisung: OH you: whaaatttt jisung: fuck baby, you look so cute jisung: i swear i wanted to come today, but this piece… you: well, i’d look cuter if you were inside me..

jisung groans at the last text you sent, his fingers ruffling through his hair as he goes back to read the conversation again while he waited for your reply. his fingers scroll past the message he sent, watching the three dots appear on the screen, until they stop again. jisung lets out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck, clicking on the pic you sent him— the yellow sleeveless sundress you tried on, your breasts practically spilling out, your finger teasing the strap of the material, pulling it down a little, your nipple almost peaking out— he can’t control his thoughts.

his screen lights up again with your notification, which has him biting his bottom lip, and he’s licking his lip right after at what he sees, his figure brooding over his phone, setting it on his table on top of the many sheets that were spread around. jisung’s hand aches to slip into his sweats, to tease the tip of his cock, the desperation getting to him. the thoughts of you kneeling down as he works, drawing sketches and just his hips bucking into your face, his cock hitting the back of your throat. tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you took him, your thighs pressed together, your panties soaked, your head empty except for what jisung would do later, and it would just end up with you being a mess for him. he needed that, he missed it. a bit too much.

you: [image] you: got this to go with the dress :))

“fuck,” jisung mumbles under his breath as his fingers move fast to click on the next picture you sent him, his hand shaking a little out of excitement. his jaw tightens when he looks closely at the picture, his lips pressed in a thin line, his fingers zooming on certain parts, out of habit.

the way you sat on the stool of the trial room, with your legs spread so he could have a slight peak of your clothed core, a hand placed in between your thighs, the nude color of the lingerie material making him curse out loud. again, your breasts spilling out, the smile you had on your face, that innocent look on your face making him want to fuck that attitude out of you, especially wanting to make you cum in that particular piece of dressing you chose.

jisung: jesus, what do you want from me hm? jisung: i’m letting you cum on this cock every other night jisung: and fucking your throat every time you want something to shut you up jisung: you still want to fucking get me all messed up jisung: what have i told you about teasing me while i work, angel?

now the urge jisung had to just get a good and clear view of that lingerie you wore, and take a picture of you in it. he wanted to take that picture of you himself, get you in all the poses he was thinking of when he was looking at the picture you sent him. the urge he had to take a video while you rode him, his hand staying firm on your stomach as you bounced on his cock, only the sounds of skin slapping and the slick sounds your pussy made every time your body moved.

the need he had to tilt your chin, to make you look at the way you desperately got fucked by him, the way you desperately clenched around his cock whenever he reaches forward to rub fast and smooth circles around your clit, his lips pressing to your earlobe, whispering how you were making such a good mess for him. how you were letting him, no, begging him to fuck you, to ruin you in front of the mirror that he was staring at right now, watching you whine and whimper for him, getting you to make a mess for him while he just smirks and clicks picture after picture, one for every reaction and sound you made for him.

his eyes return to the picture you sent, and he was so close, to both jerking off and creaming his pants. that’s the effect you had on him. slipping his hand into his sweats, jisung started slow, hesitant strokes on his cock, imagining how you’d touch him if you were here. his head is thrown back, not caring if he got hurt or not, he ached for this. his cock aches for this, for your touch. “fuck,” he grunts, bringing his thumb to rub the tip of his cock, teasing it to the point where he was sure he was going to make a mess right there.

“starting off without me, are you?”

jisung whips his head back to see you standing by the door frame, your figure leaning against the wall of his room. you somehow managed to get time to change back into comfortable clothes— a pair of shorts and a tank top, carrying yourself across the room towards the boy in front of you, dropping the shopping bags on the floor right next to his feet and straddle him, your hands resting on his shoulder right after. “you’re the one that started the teasing, angel,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you, a small brush of lips, making you whine at the lack of contact. “how badly do you need it?”

“so fucking bad, ji,” you sigh, your forehead now rests against his, your fingers trailing up his shoulders, placing them around his neck and pull him closer. “got both the dress and the other thing.” a smile forms on your face when you say this as you watch jisung groan, satisfied with his reaction. ‘the other thing’ being the lingerie you decided to buy in the last minute.

you had to admit it. you wanted to get jisung worked up for you, knowing how he loves anything and everything you wear. his only concern was, can he fuck you in it? does he have permission to rip it in two, just to buy you another one next time, that promise he kept. another of anything — a pair of new panties, or a new dress shirt, which was very evidently his.

jisung’s eyes light up at the mention of the lingerie, his brain working in ways it never did. an idea popping in his head, something that he could draw, but he didn’t care about that now. his focus was on you, the way you were biting your lip, your tank top riding up your waist when he rests his hand on your skin. “so fucking small for me all the damn time, aren’t you?”

you nod at his question, giving in to whatever left his lips. you needed it, bad. his fingers didn’t hesitate for a second to slip into your shorts, only to find you soaking wet, your hips grinding against his palm. “fuck, look at that. already so wet, and you just got home. so needy all the damn time aren’t you?” you could only whine at his words, your walls clenching when he slips a finger in, teasing you just enough to rile you up. “tempting me to get my mouth on that pretty pussy of yours, hm? we’re not getting these shorts off until you’re drenched through.” you nod a couple times, like it was the only thing you could and would do along with the grinding. nothing else mattered to you. you wanted to get off, and jisung was there, more than willing to help you. but it wasn’t going to be easy, you knew that. he knew it all too well, more than you did. so when your clothed pussy rubbed against his bulge, and he let out a groan, you knew it was going to be a long night of teasing. “that’s it, doll. so cute when you jerk your hips forward, like i’m not being generous enough to let you grind against me like the dirty angel i taught you to be.”

“don’t lie,” jisung continues, his hands moving your hips in the pace he wants, his head now resting on your shoulder as you lean forward, biting back moans from leaving your mouth, you didn’t want to seem too desperate. “you touched yourself when you took that pic, didn’t you?” jisung presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, leaving an open mouth kiss to it right after, being proud of the fact that there’s going to be a mark in the morning. “you got off knowing that i’m going to get hard when i see you in that lingerie hm?”

a light slap to your thigh earned a squeak from you, tears almost forming at the corner of your eyes. “fuck, yes ji. i needed it,” you let out, rubbing yourself faster against the boy under you. “and what about me?” he presses. “you thought it was okay to tease me, and expect not to be punished? being too brave these days, huh? knowing i’d give in to your attitude and fuck your brains out hm?” jisung lightly taunts, stopping your body from grinding against him. “you knew i was working, distracted by anything you did, and you just did what you wanted, isn’t that right, doll?”

“shit, ji. please, wanna cum,” you whimper, your fingers coming to wrap around his wrist that held down your waist. his hips bucked under you, and you let out a gasp at the way his dick nestled so snug under your clothed pussy. “feel that? you caused that. and now, you’re going to make up to me, while i work. try being of some inspiration, hm?”

“i-inspiration how?” “start of by making a mess on my fingers like the desperate little precious thing that you are, and then we’ll see what you can do.”

the way jisung said that, in a tone so casual, like it was a normal thing, like he knew it was going to either tick you off, or get you so needy that you couldn’t do anything about it. “now?”

“yes, angel. in fact, how about you get to work? let’s see if i get inspired to draw a character on how pretty you look while you have my dick in your mouth, hm?”

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[lix-ables]

# 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐤𝐳 ; 𝐢𝐢. 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠. 

storyline – a series where stray kids as your boyfriends try to guide you through your needs. or rather try to, with a lot teasing.

genre – smut. minors dni. 

wc – 1,9k.

a/n. okay but like,, the way i had to write this on my test study break and also not me finishing this when i hit 1k follows? thank you it means a lot really oml^^

© lix-ables. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

taglist: @angelwonie @chvnnie @jhslmhbtsskz @drrramaaaqweeen @eulaenthusiast​ @hwajin​ @niinjo​ @starlostseungmin​  

series: with skz; || one

cw; smut warning under the cut.

i. m receiving, slight nipple play, praising, marking, a lot of teasing coz im mean like that, mean soft dom!jisung, sub!reader.

ii.size kink, dirty talk, slight choking, hair pulling, deep throating, reader has slight possessive kink, use of pet names like darling, babe, angel, etc.

iii. jisung is slightly(?) mean here, but oh well, begging, mild degradation kink(reader gets called pathetic, filthy etc.), use of names like slut, whore, i think that’s it.

jisung was nervous. he knew he shouldn’t be, but that’s what he felt when he was around you. you drove him crazy, and the fact that he knew it did, made him shy thinking about it. shy in a way that showed a slight tint of red on his cheeks in front of his friends whenever you touched his thigh, obviously meaning it in the most pure way possible. but all jisung could think about was how you would look when you touched him exactly the way you were touching him now, your lips wrapped around his cock, on your knees. only for him. 

jisung also knew you had some weird experiences of giving someone head, but it wasn’t really your favorite thing, with history and all. he never pushed you, until tonight. until he found himself getting hard when you touched him. he didn’t think it would affect him so much to the point he wanted to fuck you right there, in that pretty pastel blue dress that you wore, in front of all his friends, but then again, he was possessive of you and he wanted to be subtle about it.

“hey, babe.” jisung wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you turn to face him. you smile at the boy next to you, bringing your palm up to your boyfriend’s chest, humming in response. “you ready to leave yet? it’s getting dark.” you nod your head, pressing a small peck to his cheek, and when his grip tightens on your body, jisung swears he heard a small whimper leave your lips. “everything okay?” he whispers into your hair, and you mumble a small yes, leaving a hint of concern on his face. 

the car ride back home was the most awkward thing you and boyfriend have ever been in. the silence made you wish there was some music playing, but you’d have to manage. your hands straighten your dress, trying your best to cover your bare thigh. it seemed like a mistake wearing the dress, but you liked it, and you wanted to look nice for your boyfriend, making you go back to the party, and when you touched his thigh. 

you couldn’t keep your eyes off him, resisting the urge to bit your lip every now and then. resisting the urge to just sit on his lap and leave marks, bruises, anything, all over his neck and chest. resisting the urge to be good for him, to listen to him, to do whatever he asked you to do. you finally broke when you touched his thigh, all out of pure intentions, but you just hoped jisung didn’t think anything about it. your thoughts needed to stay with you, but you felt yourself getting desperate for him, to please him. 

“whatcha thinking about?” jisung’s voice fills your head, and you turn to him, noticing his grip on the steering wheel tighten. pulling on the brakes at the signal, he turns to face you, his jawline tight, almost shining a bit in the traffic lights. “words, baby,” he whispers softly, before starting again, turning right into the street where you shared an apartment. “hmm, just.. you look good today,” you sigh, biting your bottom lip. “yeah? you look pretty enough for me to fuck you in that dress, darling,” he smiles, turning the engine off, and stepping out of the car, watching you stumble out, your cheeks a little red. 

“i’m not kidding,” he whispers, reaching to hold your hand, and you swore if he hadn’t been there, your knees would’ve given away. “so pretty just for me, all mine.” jisung presses a kiss to your shoulder, giving you space to open the door to your apartment. “holding myself off from fucking your mouth right there, baby.” he stops, and you gasp when he pulls you close to him, closing the door behind him. his fingers move to trace your shoulders, letting straps fall down, watching your face. 

“would you? let me fuck your mouth? i need to see your lips wrapped around my cock, angel,” jisung whispers, his voice hushed and he’s holding you close, breathing you in. you take in a sharp breath, knowing you can’t say no to him. you didn’t want to say no to him. the way he looked so pretty, almost begging, pleading you to be used by him, you couldn’t say no. “you can say no,” jisung mumbles, leaning closer to kiss your lips, his fingers finding your own, before placing his palm at the nape of you neck. “anything you want, darling.”

you had a choice. you need this, but so did he. both of your hands now tangled, your knuckle brushing against his clothed boner making him hiss into the kiss, letting it travel to your cheek, down to the base of your neck and then finally to your collarbone, etching kisses, wanting to leave marks where only he could see them, but jisung knew there would be his bite marks, on your lower collarbone. his.

“wanna make you feel good, ji –” you manage to say, your hand finding his hair, tugging on it, your other hand reaching to tug on his zipper, wanting his cock out and in your hand. “please –” your eyes flutter, feeling him close, wanting him closer. you both knew that this was something you weren’t comfortable doing, but you were willing to. today. 

jisung dips his head and burrows his face against your neck, trailing even more kisses there until he nips, groaning in frustration. his hands find your neck, cupping it, walking both your bodies back until it your back hits the wall separating the foyer and the living room. “fuck, the way i was imagining you taking my cock between your lips in that dress is driving me nuts,” he lets out, kissing you once, twice, until he’s back to kissing your neck, and going back to press a small kiss to your hair before pulling away. “be a good girl for me, and make me feel good, yeah? maybe i’ll reward you.”

you whimper at his words, letting out a small ‘god, ji right there’ when he brings out your breasts from your bra, massaging them aggressively, before sucking on on one nipple, earning a mewl from you. his fingers fiddle with the other nipple while your hands unsnap the button of his jeans and pull his zipper down. “can i?” 

“look at you asking for permission. fuck yes, go ahead baby,” jisung says, his grumble turning into a groan when you pull out his rigid cock in your hand, stroking the length. jisung’s stance falters, and he squeezes his eyes shut, and you take this as an opportunity to switch places and guide him so that his back was now pressed against the wall. 

you couldn’t deny it. jisung taking control always had you weak. on days when he would fuck you, and not make love, he would be so aggressive to the point where you were close to using your safe word, but you didn’t. you didn’t want to, because you were a sucker for this man. a moan leaves your lips, a sinful cry of pleasure, when he pulls your hair, bringing you closer to him, and it has you ascending already.

“so pretty,” you whisper, kneeling down so you’re face to face with his cock, not stopping the stroking even for a moment, having a firm grip on his thick erection. you look up to find his head against the way, and if you weren’t in the dark right about now, you’d know his eyes have rolled to the back of his head. “and so hard, all for me,” your tongue darts out, giving his tip a small lick, just a tiny one and jisung loses it. 

his hand reaches to grab you by the nape of your neck, pulling your hair in the process, as he brings you close, the tip of his cock hitting your bare chest a little. “fucking stop teasing, or you won’t get anything, do you get me? i’m not going to fuck that cunt of yours until im done using your mouth the way i want, angel.”

“need your cock inside me, ji– need you so bad, god. please.” it’s jisung’s chuckle that makes you move a bit more forward, and the next thing you know, his cock is stuffed between your lips, his precum leaving stains on the side of your lip, but you didn’t care. “jesus fucking christ angel, fuck,” jisung hisses, his hands cupping the back of your head, bunching your hair, his hips bucking into your face and you gag. he pulls away from your lips, leaving you whining for his cock. “shit, did you like that? do you like it when i make you choke on my fucking cock? jeez babe, i didn’t think you to be such a slut,” he hums, brushing a stray strand of your hair to the side.

jisung watches you lick your lip, your thumb wiping the little cum on your face, sucking on your digit, tasting him and he groans at the sight in front of him. his hand reaches to pull your dress up, finding no panties, and he smirks. “bare pussy, hm? all this for me?” you nod, biting your lip, settling on the floor, watching him bend down as well and you spread your legs for him, bunching your dress up for him to see how wet you were for him. “fuck, you’re deliciously wet. let me have a taste, angel. need to have you make a fucking mess on my face,” he whispers, the pad of his thumb rubbing your arousal all around your pussy and you whine, jisung’s just watching your reaction. “nuh uh, later, baby. need to make you feel good,” you close your thighs around his wrist, leaning to kiss his nose, your hand reaching for his cock, stroking it.

jisung lets out a low moan, backing himself against the wall again, “so greedy aren’t you? you just want me to nut all on your face hmm? my baby wants to be filthy tonight huh?” you nod at this, your thumb spreading precum on his head, your lips replacing your hand in a second. “fuck, just like that darling,” he whispers, bucking his hips again, making his cock hit the back of your throat, and you choke again. you had to admit it, you liked it. “let me know if its too much okay?” jisung looks at you, his finger caressing your cheek, while you bobbed on his cock, and his fingers reach to tangle your hair, pulling you closer to him, your nose brushing his lower abdomen. 

“such a pretty whore, all mine. looking all gorgeous with my cock stuffed in your mouth, can you be even more desperate and pathetic angel? do you not get my cock enough?” jisung hisses, his biceps flexing when he helps you move your mouth on his cock, setting a pace for you to follow. “needs all her holes filled doesn’t she? filling up your pussy isn’t enough, needs me to cum in her mouth as well, fuck.” 

you whine around his cock, the vibrations sending him to heaven, but jisung needs to be inside you. he needs to see you fall apart on his cock. he loved your lips around his cock, it was the best thing ever, but this was for another time. he would make you swallow all of him another time, he’d make a mess on your face another time, maybe in the morning. 

“baby, fuck. i need to be inside you, i need to watch your pussy swallow me whole,” jisung says, softly, pulling you away from him, his cock hitting his stomach. “be a good and greedy, little thing. i’m going to fuck you fast and hard. maybe if you can make me cum, i’ll let you make a mess on my tongue.”

#skz hard hours #skz thoughts #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #stray kids smut #stray kids han smut #han jisung hard thoughts #han jisung hard hours #skz han smut #han jisung smut #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids hard thoughts

[lix-ables]

mirrors and lights —

pairing — yang jeongin x reader.

ratings — 18+ minors dni.

wc — 566.

genre — smut, includes mirror sex, soft dom!jeongin, praise kink, size kink, slight bulge kink, use of pet names like doll, baby, angel, use of polaroid camera??? 

note.—  the way i screamed when i got this ask from @hwajin​ . anyway i hope y'all like it ^^

taglist: @chvnnie​ @starlostseungmin​ @lixhues @joonszn​ (lmk if you want to be added/removed from the taglist!!)

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“shit, baby. that’s it.” jeongin grunts, his hands still on your hips, the only light in your room being the LED ones your boyfriend had gotten you last week. sweat glistens on both of your bodies, and you let out a whimper, holding onto him, your nails reaching back to grip his arms.

this was the first time jeongin was in your room. the mirror had moved in front of your bed and he had some thoughts that kept bothering him, the way he was acting around you when you brought a glass of water for him, his hand aching to grab his polaroid camera. 

the urge he had to take a photo of you in front of that mirror. his eyes shift to your bed and back to your mirror and his brain decided at that exact moment, he needed you, a small innocent thought turning into something so sinful that he found himself blushing. he needed to be inside you, to watch you as you rode him, to make you watch as you came for him.

"eyes on the mirror, doll. watch how you swallow me up, so gorgeous.” jeongin’s free hand rakes his hair, moving it away from his eyes. his long fingers reach for his camera, pulling it closer to him, his gaze still on you. his free hand grabs your waist, helping you move against him, the same hand snaking its way to the center of your stomach, feeling the length of his cock hitting certain spots that got your mouth wide open. “do you feel that? getting fucked so good that i can feel my cock here.” jeongin grits his teeth, his head leaning back against the headboard, watching your every movement. 

“right there, baby,” you let out, your hands reaching to massage your breasts, your walls tightening around his cock. by now it was just sounds of skin slapping, heavy breathing and your moans. you feel him slap the side of your thigh and you whine. “giving me instructions are you, angel? who’s cock are you riding huh?” jeongin whispers into your ear, his lips brushing the lobe.

“fuck, yours. it’s yours.” “then fucking look at the mirror when i'm inside you.” he lets out. the way he was thinking about trying to get a picture of you riding him, of you reaching your high, and for a minute he almost stopped you, wanting you to beg, wanting to moan out his name when he fucked you. his movements got sloppy, but he didn’t care. he wanted to help you cum. the hand holding the camera lets go of the object, reaching in the front to rub your clit, feeling you get tighter and tighter around his length.

“that’s it baby. look at how good you’re sucking me up. such a tiny little cunt, always wanting to be fucked rough, huh? always looking so small for me.”

you nod at his words, whispering out his name, which came out as a stutter. “just for y-you.” jeongin smiles, knowing that its his cock making you feel good, his fingers that get you off every time you need him to distract you, his kisses that made you giggle, his tongue that lapped up your juices whenever he was eating you out. 

“then smile baby. be a good girl and look at the mirror when i make that pussy all stretched out.”

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