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Animals Without Direction

Chapter Thirty-Three: Stay Here

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TW: This scene plays on power dynamics/shows of power/shows of dominance in very rough ways. Hard Dom!Changbin ahead! Can be perceived as a bit of dub-con, but I did my best to keep it minor.

Sweat is pouring down your back as if a bucket of water was dumped over your head. The way your chest is heaving with pants, one would think you were stabbed. Every single intake of air feels like you’re inhaling pins and needles.

The sun is setting behind the hills, bathing the world in an orange light. Not that you were allowing yourself to take in the scenery.

At this moment, your primary focus is not kissing the dirt despite how much your knees threaten to buckle.

Your boots are making harsh contact with the dirt as you run your laps commanded by Changbin. You can’t even feel the impact on your feet anymore, they’ve gone numb. Thirty was absolutely insane but you’ll be damned if you give out before hitting that number. 

And then he wants you to come to his office? 

The anger within you is so red-hot you’re sure that the next time you see his face, you’ll want to throw a sharp right hook right into his jaw. Maybe you’ll throw another one in there, just to really drive your point home.

Thirty laps.

Does he not remember your experience with twenty?

You can feel the gaze of the other soldiers as you run around the fort. Their sympathetic stares do nothing to quell your anger. In fact, you’re sure that your anger is the only thing keeping your legs moving. 

You’re operating off of spite and spite alone.  

The last lap comes as quickly as spring after a harsh winter. 

When you come back into the fort, you take three wobbly steps in through the gate and then drop down to one knee. Your wheezes echo through the stone and everyone seems to watch you out of the corner of their eyes. 

The inside of your mouth is so dry you’re sure your tongue is fossilized at this point. 

It’s like your heart won’t calm down. Your fingertips feel numb as you reach up and wipe the sweat out of your eyes. It’s dripping through your hair like you just bathed. 

The anger within you bubbles and bubbles more. You stand up from the ground with shaky knees and roll your shoulders back. 

Even though you’re still panting, you walk into the fort, steam practically shooting from your ears. If he wants to see you after your laps, he’ll see you, alright. 

The walk to his office is quick, you’re on a warpath. If any soldiers walk by you in the halls, they give you a wide berth.

When you come across Changbin’s office, you don’t even knock, you roughly and sharply push the door open and step inside. 

He jumps slightly from his seat behind the desk, obviously not expecting you to burst in like that. As soon as his gaze levels on you, his eyes harden. The color behind them darkens as if he remembers his own anger.  

“Done?” he asks in a low voice. You recognize that voice, he only uses it when he’s talking down to someone. 

You don’t even answer him, you just stare. Stepping inside the office, you shut the door behind you. More like you slam the door shut behind you. 

“Are you also finished disregarding orders?” he growls. 

You tongue your cheek and stand there, unwavering. The thick layer of sweat on your body creates a sheen over your skin that flickers with the candles along the stone walls. 

Changbin’s eyebrow twitches at your silence, he leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. 

“This silent treatment of yours is completely disrespectful.”

“Nay, disrespectful is getting in my face in front of the entire army.” Your voice is low and hoarse from the dehydration.

The commander’s face curls into an even angrier one. His already pout-set lips thin out into a frustrated line.

“You think my actions were disrespectful?” He stands up slowly from his seat behind the desk. “You challenged my authority in front of everyone. In front of my soldiers.”

“Your orders were wrong,” you demand in a growl-like tone.

His face twitches again. “I know exactly what I am talking about, mercenary. I have more experience than you.”

Deep within your chest, you feel your heart clench with molten swirls of fury that rocket around your body. Those laps around the fort did nothing but fuel the coals that burn like fire.

More experience? More experience?

You have had a sword in your hand before you knew anything else. You shot squirrels out of trees with your father before you learned the constellations in the night sky.

More experience?

Changbin watches your face contort and twist into a seething rage. His jaw clenches.

The two of you are so stubborn, you might as well have locked two dragons in a room together. 

“You do not,” you growl. “I respect a majority of your orders, Changbin, but I also know when you are just spouting nonsense for appearance’s sake.”

His fists clench at his sides. “Where is this insolence coming from?”

“Would you rather me let you give wrong instructions willingly? Who do I not just cut to the chase and offer my neck for an ax now? Should I follow your orders and allow my head to roll in the dirt?”

All of your words come through your teeth like hisses. 

You haven’t felt rage like this in so long. It’s the kind of anger that grips your heart and makes your very soul shake. The type of anger that makes you feel as though you could physically rip the stones from the walls and launch them across a field.

You take slow, steady steps towards his desk despite how utterly exhausted your legs are. Changbin’s dangerous eyes track you like prey. The muscles in his arms tense and release as his fists open and close.

He’s holding back the torrent of his rage. But this will not stop you from poking the bear.

The anger in the room is starting to become suffocating.

“I do not bend to ignorant orders.”

His teeth bare in a snarl. “Obviously, thirty laps did nothing to discipline you.”

“Order me to do a hundred and I will come back and repeat how nonsensical your instructions were. Tell me to wash the floors and I will write it within the muck that litters the stones of these walls. Do your worst, it will not sway me.”

Changbin slams his fist down on the wooden desk in front of him. You do not even bat an eye.

So he’s turned to this.

“Oh, come off it,” you balk, unafraid of the power he’s displaying.

The commander slowly comes around the side of his desk, his dangerous eyes stay locked on yours. All of his bulging muscles were tense, the veins popping in his forearms.

“You will not speak to your commanding officer this way.”

“I am a member of the court, same as you.”

“You are a soldier in my army.”

“Why do you pull rank only when met with defiance?”

He stops directly in front of you, the two of you practically standing nose to nose. He could probably still see the sweat dripping off your brow.

Changbin says nothing. You can’t tell if it’s because he’s at a loss for words or he’s trying to curb the awful things screaming in his brain.

“What is the matter, commander ? Are you ready to admit that you were wrong?”

Before you can even think, his large hand comes up and grabs a fistful of your still sweat-soaked hair. He yanks your head back.

An involuntary gasp comes from your lips as you’re forced to look at the ceiling. Your hand flies up to grab at his. No matter how hard you pull at his fingers, it does nothing to loosen the grasp he has on you.

His face comes close to yours and he speaks through gritted teeth. “You need to learn some fucking respect, mercenary.”

“Rot in the Void, Changbin.” You wince when he pulls your hair even harder.

Changbin’s other hand comes up and grabs your throat in a bruising grip, immediately cutting off your oxygen supply.

“You want to try that again, little girl?” he hisses. 

Tiny gasps choke out of your mouth, your eyes squinting shut in pain as you gape for air. His large hand covers the expanse of your entire throat, squeezing entirely too easy. As if you were nothing more than a stuffed doll.

The lack of oxygen has an effect on your body immediately, you can feel tingling in the tips of your fingers.

He turns the two of you and pins your hips against the desk. Your entire body is trapped by his larger one. The wooden edge of the desk digs into your lower back.

Desperately, you reach up and claw at the hand squeezing your windpipe. Your nails dig into his skin but his grip only tightens.

Weakly, you crack open an eye and look at your commander. He’s staring down at you with his lips pulled in a sneer, his dark eyes trained on your face carefully.

“Ready to try again?” he growls.

Your eye twitches and your anger resurfaces, masking the need for air.

The fist that was previously clenched at your side quickly comes up in a hooked punch aimed at Changbin’s jaw. He’s faster than you, though. Just as your fist was about to land on its target, he releases your throat and grabs your hand– completely stopping your punch.

His eyes narrow even more, the corner of his lips twitch in an almost evil smirk. Was he just waiting for you to try something?

“Oh,” he chuckles darkly. “You want to play that game.”

Keeping his grip on your fist, Changbin spins you around and bends you over his desk with your arm pinned behind your back. The wood slams against the side of your face as his hand that’s twisted in your hair keeps you down.

“Is this what I have to do, Y/N?” He leans over your body, putting his mouth right next to your ear. Changbin’s entire body molds against yours, his hips dig into your ass and his chest presses down on your back as much as he could with your hand in the way.

“Get the fuck off me, Changbin!” You sneer and fight against his hold. The hand in your hair tightens even more and he pulls your head back to come closer to his mouth. “Go assert dominance over someone who actually gives a shit!”

“I am so sick and tired of that fucking mouth.”

His hand reaches over to a stray rag that was on the desk, balling it up in his hand before shoving it into your mouth. You try as hard as you can to fight against it, but you’re gagged and completely at his mercy.

Your voice is muffled from the rag, every noise and scream of rebuttal is caught in the fabric. WIth a furrowed brow, you strain your muscles to attempt to escape his hold, but those laps left you so exhausted.

But, if you’re being honest with yourself, you wouldn’t be able to struggle out of his hold even if you were at your peak performance. You might as well be shackled to a brick wall. 

The warmth from his body cages you down to the desk.

He yanks your head to the side a bit, baring your neck. A strangled cry leaves your throat.

“Blissful silence at last,” he sneers. “What will it take for you to show me the respect I deserve, Y/N? Do I have to fuck it into you, huh?”

As angry as you are, you can’t deny the thrill that shoots down your spine. If your legs weren’t already shaking, they would be beginning to tremble. 

Instead, you grunt into the rag and squirm against his iron-clad grip even more.

Your body seems to be your worst enemy at the moment. No matter how hard you fight against it, it feels like your entire body is being pulled into the rip currents of lust. 

“I think you are too spoiled nowadays, mercenary.” He snarls in your ear. “You have the entire court at your beck and call, including our jarl. All this power has gone to that big head of yours.”

He’s starting to sound like Minho used to. And it wasn’t until recently when Minho alluded to the real reason behind all of those venomous words.

Gods, really?

Jealousy. It’s jealousy. 

All that time you spent with Jeongin is coming to bite you in the ass. The morning that the two of you spent between the sheets while the squire made a pitstop in your bed instead of meeting with Changbin must have done you in.

That’s hardly your fault, though, is it? Jeongin is the one that kept him waiting, not you. Perhaps he should be pinning him down to the top of his desk with a rag in his mouth. Perhaps it’s Jeongin’s ass Changbin’s hips should be pressed flush against.

But, by The Six, would you really want to switch places with him given the chance? 

Changbin’s mouth comes down closer to your neck, his lips hovering over the still clammy skin, his hand tightens in your hair.

No, no you would not switch places. You decidedly would not. 

He shuffles behind you, you can hear the distinct clink of his belt unbuckling and the leather sliding out of his trousers. 

He releases your hair to grab your other hand, wrestling it behind your back to join the other one. His belt is tied and fastened around both of your wrists. Your hands ball into fists and you try with all your might to yank them apart, but it's to no avail.

Behind you, Changbin chuckles darkly, his one large hand splays over your back, pressing you down to the desk. You turn your head to glare behind you.

The look on his face is predatory and animalistic; the lopsided smirk stretched over his cheeks makes your heart stutter for a second. 

A muffled moan is swallowed by the fabric stuffed in your mouth, Changbin’s eyes snap to yours with furrowed brows.

It’s just a split second, but you see him scan your face for any sign that you don’t want him to be doing this. He reads you so quickly and sees that you’re not fighting for the sake of the argument anymore.

You’re fighting back to be a brat.

The original argument can wait to be discussed, this is entirely different now. 

His expression flips back to the dominant one. 

“That mouth still wants to talk back, hm?” He reaches down and grabs a fist ful of your hair with one hand and then your bound wrists with the other. He pulls you up and spins you around once more. 

His boot comes behind you and kicks out your knees, forcing you to buckle down onto the floor. Your knees hit the stone with a rough slam, making you wince a bit.

You’re forced to look up into Changbin’s eyes.

“Let’s put that mouth to good use.”

He pushes down his trousers with one hand, pulling his thick cock out. Your eyes widen and you feel your cunt clench around thin air. 

By The Six…

He is girthy . Thick veins running up to a flushed, angry, weeping head. 

Your jaw clenches and you feel your mouth begin to water. 

The rag is yanked out and as you take a deep gulp of air, Changbin pulls your face closer, shoving his cock right into your empty mouth. 

Your jaw stretches to accommodate his thickness, the velvetines of his skin slides right over your tongue. Unconsciously, your eyes close as you concentrate on not gagging when his tip hits the back of your throat. 

“ Fuuuuck… ” Changbin moans from above you.

He doesn’t give you any time to adjust, he fists your hair and begins to ruthlessly fuck your mouth just like you were some toy for him to use. With every single thrust, you can feel his frustration hitting you.

All of the fight has left your body– all you can feel is a submissive headspace slowly fogging your mind. Your need to fight back is being replaced by a need to please. 

You relax your jaw and allow Changbin to fuck himself deeper down your throat.

“O-Oh, fuck , Y/N.. Look at you being a good girl,” he grits out between his teeth. 

Moaning around his cock, you crack open your eyes and look up at him. He’s staring down at you, his pouty lips parted as he exhales.

Tears begin beading in the corners of your eyes.

He smirks again, loving the sight of you on your knees for him. He can’t get enough of it.

Changbin does one particularly harsh thrust and you gag, eyes wincing shut once more. 

“That’s right, choke on it,” he moans and thrusts again, making you sputter and cough around his cock.

Gods, you wish you could say you hate it, but you fucking love it. For someone who loves to be perceived as big, strong, and scary, you find it so intoxicating for someone else to treat you like you’re nothing more than a toy.

That need for oxygen tickles the back of your mind again and you try to pull away from Changbin’s cock. He’s having none of that.

His hand fists in your hair even tighter, fucking into you even harder. His moans and pants are getting louder and breathier.

Your arms flex as you fight against the leather wrapped around your wrists, but again, you’re only met with resistance.

Drool is dripping out of your mouth and running down your neck. 

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Changbin grunts, “Need to breathe?”

You whine around his cock as tears start pouring down your cheeks.

He thrusts into your mouth a few more times before finally pulling out of your mouth. 

You gulp down air greedily, a long strand of saliva still connecting your mouth to his now glistening cock. 

Changbin only allows you three or four breaths before yanking you to your feet. Your knees wobble and you struggle to find your footing before you’re once again bent over his desk.

Papers and different instruments that were previously on top of it fall to the floor.

Your trousers are yanked off your hips and pool around your ankles. You hiss as the air of the room hits your wet folds.

“Fucking look at that,” Changbin growls from behind you. His thick fingers run up and down your slit, spreading your juices around.

A pathetic moan falls from your lips and you rest your face down on the top of the desk. The feeling of pleasure that you get from just this small touch alone is consuming your mind.

“Pussy so wet for me…” 

Two of his fingers slide right in and your mouth drops open with another long moan. Your walls clench down around him as he thrusts in and out slowly, making sure to take his time stretching you out.

“That’s just it, is it not?” he asks, his fingers picking up the pace inside you, making sure to curve and flex them. “You are just simply all bark and no bite, mercenary. You just want to get fucked , is that it?”

He adds a third finger and you can only whine and whimper. The muscles in your arms are bulging from how much you’re fighting against your binds.

“You will argue and argue but once these holes are filled, you cave.” 

You feel a sudden wetness hit your asshole as Changbin spits on it. Immediately, his thumb finds your other hole and spreads his saliva around before pushing into you.

“ A-Ah! Ch-Changbin!” you cry out at the new sensation. 

He pushes in slower into your second hole, but his three fingers buried in your cunt continue to work you like a musical instrument.

Changbin fists your hair even tighter as he works your holes, tiny grunts and moans coming from deep within his throat as he watches his fingers disappear over and over again inside you.

“Such a tight little thing,” he groans. “With all the cocks these holes have been swallowing, I thought you would be used to a stretch like this.” He clicks his tongue. “Just wait until I split you on my dick, mercenary, you will be ruined.”

His fingers get faster and faster inside you, the burning sensation of your impending orgasm starts to tingle at the base of your spine and shoot down into your thighs. 

“Can feel you getting tighter and tighter… are you going to cum, little girl?” Changbin barks out in a harsh voice, his fingers not letting up.

You whine and close your eyes, your legs shaking and cunt clenching tighter and tighter. 

It feels so fucking good. You can’t even find it within yourself to care about what he’s saying right now. 

He can call you a whore, a slut, anything– just as long as he doesn’t stop.

Tighter and tighter you feel your own walls clamp down, your whines getting louder and louder.

He suddenly stops.

You cry out in frustration, fists yanking on the leather straps and hips wiggling desperately to find any sort of friction to finish the job.

The commander behind you only chuckles as you writhe around pathetically. He waits a few seconds, relishing in the feeling of your soaking wet walls fluttering around his fingers before he pulls them out of you.

Another whine leaves your lips and you feel like you could cry from your ruined orgasm.

“You did not really think I would let you cum on my fingers and not my cock again , did you?”

His rock hard cock is pressed against your fluttering opening before you could even respond.

“Hang on tight, little girl,” he grunts before shoving inside you completely, his cock bottoms out and it feels like he’s all the way inside your guts.

Not a single noise comes out of you, your mouth falls open and no sound comes out. Your eyes roll back and your body tenses. Never in your life have you been stretched like this. 

He’s so fucking big , by The Six.

“S-So fucking tight…!” Changbin groans before pulling out and then thrusting back in.

That’s when your vocal chords decide to work again and a strained whimper falls from your mouth. More drool begins to drip from your lips at the sinful pleasure coursing through your veins.

A fog consumes your brain, your legs aren’t even holding your weight up anymore. You’re almost like dead weight on top of the desk.

Changbin starts fucking into you faster and faster, his tempo increasing with each and every thrust, but so does his force. The wood of the desk underneath you groans with every snap of his hips.

Noises are fucked out of you as he pounds your walls mercilessly. You’re not even sure how you’re making them, they sound like they’re being punched out of you.

His large hand comes down to slap your bare ass cheek with a resounding smack! You bite your lip, but the yelp that he produces comes out anyway.

All of your muscles are lax yet so tense at the same time, he’s molding you around like you’re made of rubber.

Once more, Changbin spits down on your other hole, it drips down and he gathers it up with his thumb, pushing inside you once more.

Crying out, your back arches and your hips stutter and writhe. He tightens the grip in your hair and keeps your head down on the desk. The papers underneath your face are soaked with spit and tears. 

“Look how much you love being stuffed full, mercenary, you fucking love it, don’t you?” he grunts, timing his thumb with his cock. “Dirty fucking thing.”

“I-I-I..! O-Oh, f-fuck..!” you can’t even speak. Words are not forming. 

Why were you even angry again? You came in here furious, did you not?

You can’t even think. The only thing on your mind is: Changbin, Changbin, Changbin. His cock is pounding inside you so hard you think your brain might melt out of your ears.

“Fucked dumb,” Changbin snickers and plunges into you even harder, his balls smacking into your clit with each pump. “You like having something in your tight little asshole, mercenary? You like being completely stuffed? My cock f-fucking your soaking cunt while my thumb works your ass open?”

“Y-Yes!” you answer, tears coming down your cheeks again, the pleasure is too much, your orgasm approaching once more. It’s coming so fast you think you might black out when it finally hits. “Yes!”

His thumb fucks into you as he growls and pulls your hair to slam his hips into yours, 

“Try again, mercenary!” He snaps his hips harder, hitting your g-spot roughly. “What do you refer to me as?”

A scream of pleasure tears from your throat. “Y-Yes, sir! ” you cry out.

Changbin groans behind you, it’s low, his hips stutter and he has to take a deep breath afterwards. He yanks your head again to pick your head up.

His voices comes from right next to your ear, his lips running over the sensitive skin near the point of your ear, but never on the tip. It drives your senses wild, your brain is sent into orbit.

Arousal shoots down your spine like a lightning bolt.

Are your eyes open or closed? Are you blacking out?

Your own slick is leaking down his balls and over the back of your thighs and the front of his. The smell of sex is so thick in the air you could choke on it.

“Whose orders do you follow?”

“Yours, sir!”

“Say it again!”

“Yours, sir! I follow your orders! Fuck fuck fuck! Please! Oh Gods! ”

“ Fuck , again, louder! Show me the respect I deserve, Y/N! Do you understand your place now, little girl?”

Tighter and tighter your walls clamp down until the knot within you is about to break completely. It’s like lighting bolts are traveling through every single one of your limbs.

The tears pour down your cheeks and onto the desk, your tongue is practically lulling out of your mouth.

His weight is all consuming on top of you. What the fuck was your name again?

“Yes, sir! I am sorry for disobeying you, sir! I will l-listen! I will follow your orders! Fuck ! I-I– c-cumming!”

“Fall apart on this cock, mercenary.”

His balls slap right into your clit and it hurls you over the edge.

The orgasm that washes over you is all consuming. Your entire body tightens up and your mouth falls open, drool spilling down your chin mixing with the tears on your cheeks. 

Every muscle spasms and you clench down on Changbin’s cock that continues to pound into you like there’s no tomorrow.

The timbre of his voice gets lower and tighter, like he’s fighting to not produce more noise than he already is. “O-Oh, fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! By the Six!” he moans and groans and whines as you clench down on him. “Tight fucking pussy m-milking my fucking cock!”

He can only thrust into you a few more times before he pulls out, his thumb pulling out of you as he uses his hand to jerk himself over your back. You can only listen to the wet shlick noises his fist makes over his cock before he loses it completely.

After three jerks, he grunts deeply and breathily, his seed spurting out and landing all along your back and ass. Each time a wave of pleasure hits him, he growls and lets his cum spread all along your soft skin. 

The two of you are completely still, his one hand comes down to plant on the desk next to you to keep his weight up. Your eyes are shut as you catch your breath, the aftershocks of your orgasm still wracking through you.

Changbin’s hand in your hair begins to slowly loosen its iron-clad grip on your scalp. His fingers start to slowly massage the tender skin underneath it, his blunt nails scratching very gently against you.

Low hums come from your chest like purrs at the motion. 

A tender kiss is pressed right behind your ear, another hum comes from you. More and more kisses are peppered on the back of your neck down the back of your shoulder. 

“Still with me, mercenary?”

All you could offer is a grunt which he returns with a chuckle.

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It’s about ten minutes later when the two of you are cleaned up and sitting comfortably in one of the big armchairs in his office. 

Changbin has you on his lap with your head tucked under his chin. 

Exhaustion is sitting heavily in your bones, but you know you need to stay awake to have the conversation that’s sitting on the tip of your tongue. 

“You understand why I got so angry, nay?” you whisper, playing with a loose string on his tunic.

“Aye, and you see it from my side as well?”

“Aye.”

Another bout of silence falls over the room. Changbin’s hand is rubbing up and down your back gently, every exhale from his nose fans out through your hair. 

He chuckles, you feel it rumble against your body. “Perhaps you were right, if you bent your knees more you would have fallen over.”

The smile that pulls at your lips is involuntary, but still tender. “I think you just wanted to instruct me in some way or another.”

He grunts in acknowledgement. “Aye… I think you are right about that one. I feel as though I never get to see you anymore.”

”So you felt the need to grab my attention in any way you could?”

His silence lasts a few moments. “Aye, I believe that is what my mind was doing.”

“You could always send for me.”

“You are always doing something of importance.”

“I would find time for you.”

“The same way you found time for the others?”

Your eyes stare forward from his words. You shift a bit in his lap, not knowing what to say, everything seems like a muddy mess, really. 

Every single romp you’ve had with a court member has felt different and unique from one another. But they’re not like one night stands or random hook ups you would find in a tavern, there’s a deeper emotional tie there. 

“I know not how to define the feelings that brew in my soul for everyone.”

Changbin nods shallowly, his hand still rubbing your back while the other wraps over your legs and keeps your body against his.

“I have never been presented with a situation like this,” you offer a tiny laugh at the end of that statement, Changbin chuckles again with you. “It is… one of a kind.”

A little sigh comes from your lips. Your eyes travel to the flame flickering in the fireplace in the room. The tiny pops and crackles that come from the logs soothe your racing mind. 

“I have never felt this way about a single person before, let alone eight. Slowly but surely, each one of you has wormed your way into my heart like storybook characters. The assassin, the healer, the squire,” You pick your head up and look at Changbin in his big, brown eyes. “The commander.”

He stares back at you with a cocktail of emotions. The hand clasped around your leg squeezes in a comforting manner.

“It feels like every time I see any of you again, one of you is vying for my attention in a romantic manner, it is taking me completely off guard, I have to say.” You shake your head in disbelief. “I do not understand. I do not know how to feel. I have just been running with it and hoping that I would figure everything out at a later time.”

“I know not how to feel either, Y/N, I do not know if any of us do. You came into our lives like a whirlwind.” Changbin reaches up and gently brushes some hair out of your eyes. “I think it is just as confusing for all of us as it is for you. But you cannot keep burying your head in the sand and hoping that the solution will present itself to you.”

You lick your lips nervously, looking down at the front of his tunic again. Your hand rests on his chest, rubbing side to side very gently. The fabric is soft under your touch.

“I do not care for labels,” you whisper. “My life is too uncertain at all times. I never know if each sunrise is my last, and I never wish to cause pain with any ties I form. I believe it is easier if that remains unsaid.”

Changbin’s fingers come up and tilt your chin up to meet his eyes. He’s gazing at you softly, fondly, the fire catching in his brown eyes. 

“Y/N, I can confidently say that no matter what label is on whatever relationship between you and any court member, it would hurt the same no matter what. It would not matter if you were still a soldier, a mercenary, a lover, or a wife, it would feel like a piece of our soul is taken.”

“I feel as though everyone wants something different.”

Changbin hums, thinking for a moment. How is he always so level-headed? 

Gods, you wished you talked to him sooner. Just speaking to him feels as though you’re unraveling a large knot of thoughts that's been weighing down on your shoulders. 

“I cannot speak for every other member that yearns for your attention, Y/N, but I know, for me, I just… want you . Whenever I can have you. I want your company, your kindness, your attention, your heart.”

Your hand comes up to cup his cheek. Whether he realizes it or not, Changbin leans into your touch, keeping his eyes locked with yours. 

“You have my heart. But the others do, too.”

His lips form a pout, but the emotion behind his eyes doesn’t shift. After a second, Changbin shakes his head, a smile of disbelief on his face. 

“I have no idea why, but that.. Does not bother me.” He pauses, thinking carefully about his words. “The idea of sharing you with other court members… it does not bother me.”

You giggle and brush your thumb over his cheek. “It sounded like it did only twenty or so minutes ago.”

Changbin’s cheeks turn red and he looks away shyly for a moment. “I think I was only upset because I did not know you had room in your heart for multiple people. I was worried I was losing you to someone else.”

Shaking your head, you smile softly at him. “Nay, you are not losing me to anyone, Changbin.”

He smiles back at you, his eyes sparkling with so many different emotions. “As long as I have you in any capacity, I am happy, Y/N.”

Changbin’s arms come around you, tucking you into his warm chest. You giggle and let him hold you close.

He keeps you as close as he can, his strong arms enveloping you more than any blanket or cloak ever could. 

Through the window in the wall, you can see how the sun has gone down completely, the moon high in the sky. In just a few hours, it will be December the tenth.

December the twelfth is coming too quickly. 

Your stomach flips and churns at the thought of how your world is about to change– how everyone’s is. 

You knew what you were doing in two days, you were sacrificing your life. And you were ready for it. 

Changbin must notice your change in demeanor, he places a gentle kiss on the crown of your hair. “Do not think of the future right now, Y/N. Just… just be here…” 

You close your eyes and force the dark thoughts from your mind, allowing your body to relax into Changbin’s.

“I am here,” you whisper, cuddling into him completely, your arm coming around his chest. “I am here.”

“Stay here, Y/N… Stay here."

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #seo changbin x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #han x reader #felix x reader #jeongin x reader #lee felix x reader #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #i.n x reader #stray kids fantasy au #animals without direction #skz fanfic

[babylinos]

High School Crush!Jeongin <3

Jeongin x GN!Reader (headcannons + drabble)

Word Count: 479 (total)

High School Crush!Jeongin who is introduced to you by your mutual friend, Seungmin. The three of you sit together in your math class.

High School Crush!Jeongin who is hesitant to open up to you at first. He thinks you’re just another fake person who puts on a mask of confidence all the time.

High School Crush!Jeongin who’s predictions are shattered after he spends more time with you. He realizes how down-to-earth you are and starts talking to you more. He also slowly realizes that he has started to develop a crush on you.

High School Crush!Jeongin who texts and facetimes you everyday before bed, always eager to talk to you.

High School Crush!Jeongin who likes all of your instagram posts within the first few minutes of you posting them, never missing a beat. He features you in almost all of his posts, too.

High School Crush!Jeongin who hosts a sleepover when his parents are out of town and invites both you and Seungmin.

High School Crush!Jeongin who, throughout the evening, can’t stop staring at you and smiling at every sentence that leaves your mouth.

High School Crush!Jeongin who, in the middle of the night when you and Seungmin are sleeping, wakes you up.

You can feel a soft poke to your arm, beckoning you to awaken. You turn your head, brain fuzzy with sleep and being met with Jeongin’s handsome face. The face you haven’t been able to get out of your head for the past few months.

“Come on, get up and follow me,” Jeongin whispers, careful to not wake Seungmin up.

“Mmh..” you whine in reply, not yet wanting to get up. Jeongin simply giggles at your response and gently pulls you up by your arm, leading you out of his bedroom, into the hallway, and ushers you out the front door.

“…Where are we going?” you ask in a mumbling voice, still laced with sleep. He holds onto your hand and gently pulls you to walk beside him.

“You’ll see,” he simply responds. The two of you only walk for about three minutes before reaching your destination. You look up and realize where you two are. The park. Jeongin leads you to the set of swings. The light of the streetlights reflect off of the metal of the poles of the swings. The two of you sit in silence on the swings for a bit. The sun has slowly started to peek out from the horizon, offering dim light. You look over at him and notice his features that make your stomach flutter, and his—

“Can I tell you something really quick?” Jeongin asks abruptly. You simply nod your head before he continues, “I’ve been wanting to say this for a while and I can’t keep it to myself for any longer. I…”

“I like you.. A lot.”

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[aiflvr]

currently reconnecting with nature after realising the idols I am deeply in love with are men I will never be able to have

#wdym me and chan are not married.. #i took my pills where did chan go.. #straykids #kpop #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #bangchan x reader #han jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #stray kids #enhypen #jungwon x reader #sunoo x reader #heeseung x reader #niki x reader #jake x reader #jay x reader #sunghoon x reader #enhypen x reader #fanfic #fanfics

[forlix]

· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.

words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warnings・minsung’s are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO

a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.

but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.

fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.

the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”

“wha—huh? what is?”

“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”

your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.

“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”

no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”

he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.

“you’re…embarrassed?”

the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.

“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”

“i know, right? i was just about to say.”

minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.

but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).

you take it into your own hands. literally.

you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.

he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.

but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.

you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”

minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.

you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.

(good luck.)

changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.

your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—

“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.

that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.

you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date. 

no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it exceptionally funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

jisung turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.

the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.

“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”

you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.

he loses it.

the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.

chan and jisung look at each other and sigh. jisung takes a video.

hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.

on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.

on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.

the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.

hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.

then, she flirts with him.

from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.

you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.

once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice: “you might be the sexiest person on earth."

jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.

you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.

finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.

“baby, your mouth is open.”

you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”

“what do you mean?”

“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”

it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.

“do i actually?”

“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”

“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”

the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.

you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.

felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.

he stood by the stage’s entrance just before curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”

“something like that,” he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.

the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.

two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.

felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck. 

his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.

let me.

you do.

his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence. 

“well?” you whisper.

“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips. 

he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.

the earth slants under his feet.

“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”

seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade. 

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”

“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”

“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”

upside-down, he watches you dust off puppym’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.

“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”

but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.

“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.

“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”

“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”

“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.

puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.

one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.

you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—

“I KNEW IT!”

you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)

“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”

you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.

“hwuck,” he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)

“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.

after some time, he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”

“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.

“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”

“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)

“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”

you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.

desperate times call for desperate measures.

you rip the orange from your lips. “yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”

both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.

the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, that’s against the rules!)

but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.

jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.

he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—

you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. “ih ih eawahin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)

yoon replies, “huh?” (translation: huh?)

—dissipates, immediately.

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[daaawnnn]

maybe, i like you

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[hyunverse]

texts you receive when you're asleep ☆ ot8 skz

text fics. stray kids ot8 x gn!reader. humour, fluff. no warnings.

BANG CHAN, LEE KNOW.

CHANGBIN, HYUNJIN.

HAN, FELIX.

SEUNGMIN, I.N.

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[stars4ni]

-when skz sends selfies- ⋆·˚ ༘ *

✿ (    genre⠀ )   …   skz ot8 x gn reader, fake texts, suggestive

𝜗𝜚 (    warnings⠀ )   …   cursing, sexual content

☆ (    word count⠀ )   …   8 images

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bang chan + leeknow

changbin + hyunjin

jisung + felix

seungmin + jeongin

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stars4ni ©

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[bluejutdae]

• wearing boyfriend Stray Kids’ clothes in public | OT8 x you

warnings: slightly suggestive

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[luvyeni]

𐙚 : 'YOU'VE HAD GIRL BEFORE ME' W/ SKZ ( text ) ֶָ֢ !

request: could u do something where reader texts skz upset abt how theyve probaly slept with another girl before they met reader? tysm

authors note. i hope you like it , i didn't know if you wanted angst or not and since I'm not good at angst i chose something else

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

©️LUVYENI

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[changbinlov3r]

College jock | Y.J.

Pairing: I.N. x afab!reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Words count: 791

THIS AND ALL MY CONTENTS ARE +18, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!

A/N: okay, why the hell did I stumble upon these pictures and jock Jeongin was the first thing that came to my mind? Like, my boy is looking good asf

College jock Jeongin who's not interested in anything but football, if he could he would stay training on the field all day.

College jock Jeongin who's forced to go to classes just so he won't bomb on all the subjects and get taken out of the team.

College jock Jeongin who sees you in social studies class, totally concentrated in something he doesn't give a fuck about.

College jock Jeongin who, for the first time, is interested in something other than football, that something being you.

College jock Jeongin who doesn't struggle so much to wake up to go to classes anymore, knowing he'll get to see you.

College jock Jeongin who scoffs at his friends when they say you always reject anyone that tries to hit on you, not believing you can resist him.

College jock Jeongin who's shocked when you tell him you're not interested in going out with anyone, much less someone like him.

College jock Jeongin who makes his new goal to actually woo you and his first win is when he manages to get your number from someone in your class.

College jock Jeongin who texts you first thing in the morning, a picture of himself in the mirror asking you if he should wear those clothes.

College jock Jeongin who gets upset that you don't answer him but at least you don't block him.

College jock Jeongin who reminds you to eat and drink water, who texts you good morning, good night and asks how your day is going.

College jock Jeongin who feels too happy about the smile you give him in the mornings when you see him in class.

College jock Jeongin who feels strangely attracted to you — someone who rejected him, every time you're in the same place as him, his eyes following you like a magnet.

College jock Jeongin who asks you out one more time, expecting a no again but being surprised by a positive answer.

College jock Jeongin who takes you to dinner in a nice restaurant, makes jokes just to hear your sweet laugh and feels so much more enchanted by you as he walks you to your door.

College jock Jeongin who leans closer to kiss you on the cheek but receives a peck on the lips followed by you hiding your face behind your hands while you give him goodnight.

College jock Jeongin who feels his heart beating like a hammer in his chest, even though it was just a peck on the lips, just like that he knows he's whipped.

College jock Jeongin who asks you to be his girlfriend one week after going out with you for the first time, not able to hold back anymore and confessing to you.

College jock Jeongin who proudly walks down the college halls, holding your hand and showing everyone he managed to get the girl.

College jock Jeongin who's so nervous the first time he meets your parents, shakily giving your father a handshake and flowers to your mother.

College jock Jeongin who enchants your family the same way you did to him, making them love him and seizing the opportunity to ask for a picture of you when your family is showing him your childhood photo albums.

College jock Jeongin who convinces your parents to let you two sleep in the same room, smiling brightly at them with his innocent face and making them believe he wouldn't do anything disrespectful in your childhood room.

College jock Jeongin who makes you dry hump on him, feeling your warmth hugging his covered cock while he covers your mouth telling you to keep quiet so your family won't hear you.

College jock Jeongin who doesn't like when other men approach you, coming around and sliding his arm possessively around you.

College jock Jeongin who makes you suck him off in the locker room, at the risk of anyone coming in, just because he needs you to reassure him that he's the only one you want.

College jock Jeongin who took his time before you two had your first time, making it romantic so you'll never forget about that night. He has to hold himself back as he fucks you nice and slowly, listening to your muffled moans like it's music to his ears.

College jock Jeongin who eats you out after he came inside you, tasting himself and drunkenly enjoying the juices that come out of your cunt, even though you're telling him you can't take it anymore.

College jock Jeongin who calls you in the middle of the class just so he can fuck you behind the bleachers while his team is training and suddenly football is not as important to him anymore now that he has you.

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[skzdarlings]

the demonstration ; skz ; jeongin x reader

requested by anonymous: you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜ w Jeongin? 😩 please 🥰. requested by anonymous: I.N AND ❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜ ❛ you taste like heaven. ❜ PLEASE IF YOU CAN BEGGING YOU

pairing: yang jeongin/reader content info: friends to lovers. reader asks jeongin if he has ever made someone squirt and if so please show her hehe. reader mentions a bad date with a rude guy who called her high-strung. squirting, pussy-eating, riding, just a good time lol. explicit sexual content. word count: 4000 words.

masterlist. part of the valentine’s day stories series. credit to prompts. requests are closed.

enjoy <3

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Jeongin is finally awake when you return to his apartment.  You visited this morning but he must have had a late night because the flat was dark and silent when you let yourself in. You went for a stroll, hoping the fresh air would clear your mind, but what you really needed was him.  A conversation with Jeongin always improves your mood.  Just thinking about those deep dimples brings out your own smile.  

“Hi there,” you say sweetly.  You close the door and replace your shoes with the slippers he keeps for you.  You bound up to the kitchen counter.  “Can I ask you something?”  

Jeongin clearly just rolled out of bed.  Far from glamourous, your nonetheless very handsome friend is wearing a hoodie and sweatpants and his black thick-rimmed glasses.  He has the hood pulled over his head, his dishevelled black hair peeking out.  A bowl of ramen sits in front of him, though his sleepy gaze is on his phone, long ringed fingers curled around the device. 

You look at those fingers thoughtfully, your mouth a little drier than before.  Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all…

It’s too late.  Jeongin emerges from the slumped cavern of his hoodie, lifting his bespectacled face.  He dutifully puts his phone facedown on the counter.   Pushing his sleeves to his elbows, he says, “Of course.  Hi.  How are—”  He yawns before he can finish.  The yawn breaks into a wheezy little laugh.   

You take the seat across from him at the kitchen island and watch him twirl his chopsticks.  Nimble fingers flip them around before he digs into his noodles, slurping a little ungracefully.  He swallows almost half the bowl in a scoop.  Your eyes are still on his hands.   

“Jeongin,” you say.  “Have you ever—oh, no, thank you.” 

He is holding out a clump of noodles on his chopsticks.  When you decline, he shoves it in his own mouth. 

“Jeongin,” you say again.  “Have you ever made a girl squirt?”

He chokes on the noodles.  It gets ugly quick.  You emit a little squeak of your own when he thumps on his chest so hard that his hood falls back and his glasses fall off.  He hacks up the noodles and spits some across the island. 

“Are you okay?” you ask.     

“I’m fine,” he says in a rough voice, squinting hard like a beleaguered puppy.  He fumbles with his glasses, blinking quickly once they are back on his face.   Then he reaches for his water bottle and unscrews it with a flick of his fingers.  He rubs his chest while drinking.

You purse your lips, watching him.  His profile is so defined, his jaw so sharp and cheekbones high.  He really is ridiculously handsome.  And those hands.  You look at the prominence of the veins running down his forearm, the subtle strength in his slender form, the long easy grace of his fingers.  If any man is turning women into waterfalls, it must be him.

“So,” you say, “have you ever done it?”

He chokes on his water, but not as dramatically as the noodles.  It’s a messy hiccup and he dribbles water down his chin, barely catching it in the cup of his hand.  He puts the bottle aside and wipes his hand on his thigh. 

“I don’t think I understand the question,” he finally says. 

“What? ‘Have you ever made a girl squirt?’” you ask, tipping your head.  “Sorry, what’s confusing?”

“Um.”  He looks at you in bewilderment.  “The part where you are asking me it?” 

“Oh.”  A little – okay, a lot of embarrassed heat explodes in your chest.  It radiates out with rapid-fire speed, scalding your neck and your face. 

You lower your gaze.  His dark eyes and expressive brows are now too intense for you.  You fiddle with your fingers in your lap, thumbs pushing at each other. 

“Well,” you say, slowly.  You look anywhere but him. “Something sort of happened.”

When you chance an upward glance, he is looking at you very studiously.   

“Sort of…” he says, looking more confused by the second.  “Did you… sort of… squirt?”

You cover your face, suddenly embarrassed beyond words.  Why did this seem like a good idea again?  You were so convinced a few minutes ago that this was a totally fine conversation to have with your friend.  Now you want the floor to open up and swallow you whole. 

You make a miserable little sound into your palms and Jeongin finally laughs.  His whole face crinkles with delight and he laughs so hard that it sounds like he can barely breathe.

“Don’t laugh at me!” you wail. 

“I’m not, I’m not,” he lies, because he is laughing his ass off while he says it.  “Come on, it’s fine.  Stop hiding.” 

He reaches across the counter for you.  You jerk away, mewling pathetically, which just makes him laugh again.  He eventually uses both hands to peel apart your death grip.  You still avoid his gaze, staring down at the counter, but he dips his head to chase your eyes. 

“There you are,” he says when your gazes meet.  “Crazy girl!  Ask me again.” 

“I forgot the question,” you say, petulant.

He snorts.  “I didn’t,” he says.  “You wanted to know if I ever made a woman—”

“Yes, I know what I asked!” you say, shaking your head.  You see him smile, a giant grin of immense amusement as you tug at your cheeks in distress.  “I’m sorry I asked.  It’s just that…”

“Something sort of happened?” he supplies when you trail off. 

“Technically,” you say, “something sort of didn’t happen.” 

“Ohhh.”  He returns to looking bashful, rubbing the back of his neck.  “Were you… with… someone?”

“Mhm.”  You both look at the kitchen counter while you speak.  “I had a date.  I planned the whole thing out.  You know me, I like a plan.”  You try to laugh but a flood of humiliation washes over you, the recollection of last night and how everything went so, so wrong.  You close your eyes and sigh.  “Ugh.  It was going well so I brought him back to my place.  Things got heated.  He said he was really good at… doing that… I said I had never done it before and he got excited and said I would like it.  I think I just… thought about it too much.  You know me!  I like a plan!  That wasn’t the plan!  Anyway, we put a towel on the bed which is why it was even more embarrassing when I couldn’t… when he couldn’t make me… ugh.”  You flop forward, pressing your forehead to the cold marble countertop.  “He called me high-strung and left.” 

You lift your head slowly, looking at Jeongin for his reaction.  His expression is all scrunched up like he smells something bad.  Then he gestures as if he is vomiting, making the noisy hurling sounds to match. 

You laugh in spite of yourself, nodding.

“I know, I know, you’re right,” you say.  “He sucked.” 

“High-strung?” Jeongin says, the word tumbling out like a curse.  “He said that?  Pffft—” 

You are glad you came to him.  Your other friends would have been protective and encouraging, which is nice, but Jeongin’s helpless laughter is more reassuring than anything.  That other guy was so pathetic that all Jeongin can do is laugh. 

Even so, you do feel a little sensitive about the whole thing.  You are smiling now but your gaze stays low.  You trace circles on the counter. 

“I know he… he was just embarrassed too.  He was rude to me, but… he wasn’t totally wrong.”

“No,” Jeongin says, shaking his head.  “No, no, no—”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you insist.  You let him take your hands and squeeze, but you talk before he can interrupt.  “Look he didn’t exactly handle it well but I… I am a little… um, overly thoughtful at times.  I’m not good at doing things in the spur of the moment.  It scares me and I think too much and once I start thinking I can’t stop.”  You let go of his hands, giving them one last friendly pat before you neatly fold your hands on the counter.  “Anyway, I asked you what I did because I was hoping you could instruct me so I can practice.  That way next time it happens, I won’t get scared and think so much.”

You smile at him. 

He slowly takes his glasses off, his mouth open. 

“Oh,” he says.  “Okay.  Um.” 

“Soooo… have you?” 

The tips of his ears turn a vibrant red and he puts his reading glasses aside.  He takes a second to rub his eyes with an incredible amount of vigour.  You wait patiently and politely, watching him tug down the sleeves of his hoodie then push them back up.  Those long fingers swipe through his hair once, twice.  Finally, he crosses his arms and nods sharply. 

“Yes,” he says.  “I have.” 

Oh.

The subject of your abstract thought suddenly becomes a tangible reality.  You cannot get the unbidden mental image out of your head: Jeongin, knuckle-deep in the very wet, very soft heat of someone lucky, wringing every last bit of pleasure out of them.  It is unexpectedly easy to imagine yourself in their place, his dark head between your thighs and his steady arm at work. 

You cross your legs.  He notices. 

“Would you mind showing me?” you ask. 

“Showing you?” he repeats, his thick eyebrows high on his face.  “Showing you?” 

“Yes,” you say.  You are so preoccupied with your mental image that it takes a moment to realize your phrasing might be misconstrued.  “Not like that!” 

He jumps in surprise. 

“Oh my god.”  You put your hands over your face again.  “I meant… abstractly.  Draw it.  Or tell me.  I didn’t mean—oh my goodness.”

His ears are still red but Jeongin dissolves into giggles again.   Your mortification works wonders on his dimples. 

“I’m not very good at drawing,” he teases, patting you on the head. 

“Oh my goodness,” is all you manage. 

His laughter is infectious, overpowering your embarrassment until you are giggling with him. 

“I’m sorry,” you say when the laughter finally slows.  You smile, chagrined and apologetic.  “It was a stupid question in the first place.  I’m really embarrassed.” 

“No, don’t be,” he says, waving his hand.  “You can tell me anything.  I was just… surprised.”

“Yeah, so was he,” you say, making both of you laugh again. 

When the laughter subsides a second time, Jeongin sighs.  He puts his discarded glasses back on, blinking his vision into his focus and smiling at you.  After the last few minutes of conversation, that smiles gives you butterflies.  You touch a hand to your stomach as if to still them, but they flutter away. 

“I have an idea,” he says, holding out his hand. 

“Oh no,” you say but take that hand without hesitation.  “Am I about to regret so many things?”

“What?  No.  When have I ever had a bad idea?” he asks while laughing, no doubt in recollection of every combined bad idea your friendship has conjured. 

You can hardly judge him for any bad ideas, though, seeing as you waltzed in here today asking your friend if he had ever made someone squirt.  It sounds very ridiculous in hindsight, but you truly do trust Jeongin so much that the idea seemed reasonable at the time. 

Now you are in his bedroom, hovering by the bedside while he plops down on his bed with a sigh.  He adjusts his glasses and the neck of his hoodie, like this is all protocol and not remotely unusual.  He takes a pillow and lays it gingerly across his lap, then looks up and beckons you forward with the come-hither crook of two fingers.  His smirk is suggestive but playful, just teasing you, but it awakens those butterflies again. 

“Come on,” he says.  “Sit.  I’ll, um, show you.”

“Show me?” you say, eying the pillow in his lap.  “Yang Jeongin, are you… about to defile that pillow?”

“Yes,” he says, nodding solemnly.  “We’re gonna make it squirt.”

“You know when I asked if you had ever done it before, I meant on a human…”

“Wow! I’m helping you with a visual demonstration and you insult me—!”

“Aha, I’m sorry!”  You burst into laughter at the incredulity on his face.   When he pushes the pillow off his lap with a show of dramatics, you wave your hands just as theatrically.  “I mean it, I mean it,” you say, though your laughter contradicts the sincerity of your words.  “Please help me.  I’m sorry, hahaha, I was just teasing, I need your help, please!”

He tries to stand up but you block him, shuffling every time he leans.  He finally grabs your hips to move you but you grab his shoulders.  Your wrestling is a light-hearted tussle, but then he starts tickling you and you stand no chance of survival.  You turn into a flailing, yelping mess, laughing as you spill across the bed with your arms around each other.   He tortures you another second, forcing another apology out of your mouth. 

When it is over, you lay there, panting.  He is leaning over you, his hands on your waist, yours on his shoulders.   Your friend likes to laugh but a very serious look crosses his face.  He looks at you like he is studying you, discovering some detail for the first time even though he has known you for years.  It is like you can feel his stare, a caress across your cheek, across your lips.  You take your bottom lip into your mouth, wetting it.

He takes a slow, deep breath. 

“That man was crazy,” he says.  His voice is lower than before, scratching above a whisper.  “You’re perfect.  He just didn’t care about getting to know you.  And that sucks for him because you—”  His voice breaks, the little squeak making him laugh, a small embarrassed sound.  The tips of his ears are red and he avoids meeting your gaze.  “You’re beautiful,” he says, “inside and out.  Any man would be lucky to be with you.” 

“Jeongin,” you say softly, because what else can you say? 

He meets your gaze.  His mouth is open like he wants to say more but he can only stare at you.  Eventually, he laughs.  He rubs the back of his neck as he sits up straight.  You sit up as well, staring at him while he adjusts his glasses. 

“Right,” he says.  “The, uh, the pillow.  I, um…”

It might have been amusing, watching him poke a pillow suggestively.  But you no longer care about that.  The energy in this room has changed, the whole world melting under the power of his words, changing the very shape of this space.  When you take a breath, all you smell is his cologne, masculine and smoky, all you see is your friend, in his hoodie and glasses with his blushing cheeks, and all you want is him.  Like this.  Right now. 

He reaches for the pillow and you reach for him.  You take his hand and he looks at you, blinking with surprise. 

You turn his hand over.  He really does have nice hands, long fingers, deft and strong.  You measure it against your own.  Then you guide his hand to your lips and kiss the tips of his fingers.  You look at him, making your eyes big, your lashes fluttering. 

“Oh,” he says.  “Oh.”

You laugh.  He cups your face and draws you close and you are both smiling when your lips come together.  Despite his blush, the kiss is ravishing.  You find yourself gasping for a breath, whimpering when he sucks your bottom lip. 

“Lay down please,” he says, speaking against your mouth. 

You nod.  Those butterflies are wild inside you.  You are certain you already look like an unravelled mess, laying on your back and breathing hard. 

He leans over you, catching your hand when you reach for him.  He kisses your palm, your fingers bumping his glasses, making you giggle.  He smiles too, the kiss lingering.  Your whole arm tingles even when he stops.  He guides your hand above your head, curling your fingers around the bars of his headboard. 

“You keep your hands where they are or I'll tie them up,” he says, but laughs at your surprised expression before the words can settle.   “You said yourself, you think too much,” he explains.  “Just lay there.  Don’t move.  Don’t think.  Let me take care of you.”  He puts a leg between yours, pushing forward with his hips to guide yours apart.  He fits there perfectly, pressing his body against yours.  Your breath catches.   “You can trust me,” he says, and somehow that gets you going more than any sexy come-on.

You trust him more than anyone.  You did not hesitate coming to him with an embarrassing story.  You ran to him before anyone else.  You always seek him out first.

You know you are safe in his hands. 

“Do whatever you want with me,” you say.  You never make that sort of offer, but it feels so natural here and now.  With him.  “I’m yours.”

“Whatever I want?” he says, his smile big and dimples deep.   He leans down, kissing your cheek then under your jaw.  When he kisses your throat, it is hot, open-mouthed kiss, all teeth and tongue.  It sends sparks shooting down your whole body, your hips bucking.  He is strong, the weight of him between your legs pinning you to the mattress.  You feel him, firm, hard, his whole body riding the rhythm of yours.  

He has not even undone a single button. 

“Whatever I want,” he repeats.  “That’s a big offer.” 

His hands, those gorgeous hands that had you captivated, slide up your thighs and under your skirt.  He stares down into your face while lifting the material, leaving a trail of goosebumps all the way up your thighs.  You feel yourself clench, a sharp pulse of need in your core.  Your body is thoughtless in its hunger and it feels so good to give into it. 

“Sometimes,” he says, “all I think about this… nothing extreme… just you like this… just us together…”

Every breath of a phrase is punctuated with a kiss, down your chest, your stomach, your thighs.  You are not expecting him to kiss you through your underwear, your hips bucking when he opens his mouth and ravishes you regardless of the barrier.  When you have soaked through the flimsy material, he finally hooks his pinkies into the fabric and tugs it down. 

You do not have time to be shy, just desperate to get them off.  He pushes your thighs back, folding you in half, then goes back to eating your pussy like he has all the time in the world, like there is no where he would rather be.  Your legs shake, your toes curling, body held firmly in his capable hands as he licks you hungrily. 

“Jeongin,” you gasp. 

“You taste like heaven,” is his reply. 

It is so cheesy but it makes you laugh, a happy sound that rumbles in your chest, that couples with pleasure and leaves your whole body singing.  You feel like you could float away. 

You are pliant, soft and malleable in his hands.  He really can do anything with you.  It does not scare you one bit.  You trust him, following his direction when he rolls you onto your side.  You gasp at his hand sliding under your shirt, squeezing your breasts, finding every sensitive nerve as he feels you up. 

“Don’t think,” he says, one arm around your chest and the other sliding down between your legs.  “Just feel, okay?” 

“Mmm,” is your only reply. 

You are so ready for him, wound up from his dirty kisses, taut with tension.  By the time those long fingers are inside you, it feels like completion rather than intrusion.  He fits like he belongs there, curling his fingers against places you never knew were sensitive.  It is like your body gives way, revealing all your secrets to his searching touch. 

“That’s it,” he says when your breathing gets erratic. 

You did not even realize he had found somewhere extra sensitive, not until he is already fucking it slowly.  By the time you realize just how soft you are there, it is too late to brace yourself.  He adds another finger and your body tightens around him.  Your eyes close and you see stars, gasping and rocking and almost crying at the dizzying swirl of sensation. 

“Oh, Jeongin,” you say.  His name is all you say for another minute.  It is the sound on your lips when he moves you, when he turns his hand just slightly, when the new angle sets off a chain reaction of feeling.  You cry out, clenching sporadically around his rapidly moving fingers.  You yank a corner of the bedspread right off the mattress.

Your orgasm seems to go on forever, pulsing and aching and clenching.  Your whole body feels boneless by the time it settles and he slips his fingers free. 

“Oops,” he says, adjusting his skewed glasses with his clean hand.  “Should’ve put a towel down after all.” 

You look down and whimper at the obvious wetness on his bedsheets.   You would apologize but he does not look sorry at all.  In fact, he grins, looking very satisfied with himself. 

You are in a state of utter disarray and he is still fully clothed, having shattered your world with just one hand.  It makes you laugh, giddy. 

Your arms finally drop.  Though it takes a minute, you find a little strength and push yourself up.  He is smiling when you climb into his lap.  He even winks at you when he puts his wet fingers in his mouth. 

You open your mouth too.  You hold his gaze while he puts his fingers in your mouth, his breath catching when you suck them eagerly. 

“I want something more,” you say. 

“Do whatever you want with me,” he echoes your words back to you.  “I’m yours.” 

He is right about the simplest fantasy making for a wonderous reality.  There are no expectations of any over-the-top actions; it is enough it is you and him, together.   Clothing ends up scattered around his room, then you are in his lap and he is holding your waist, and you are holding the bars behind his head as you ride him where he sits against the headboard. 

His glasses get askew but you fix them, laughing against his smile before kissing him again.   It is for nothing because they fall off a second later, when he grabs you and moves, putting you on your back to fuck you at another angle.  He slides a hand between you, rubbing at you, working you up. Your head falls back, your whole body tingling with the approach of another orgasm. 

“Yes, yes,” he says, no doubt feeling you get tight around him.  It is his moaning that sets you off, your legs around his hips, pulling him in close as you come together. 

He kisses all over your face, both of you laughing when he slightly misses your lips.  You find his glasses and put them back on him, meeting his re-focussed gaze and smiling. 

“Was that an okay demonstration?” he teases.  “Like I said, I’m not very good at drawing.” 

“Maybe so,” you tease back, running your fingers through his hair.  “I might need another one.  Just to be sure.” 

“Just to be sure,” he says, nodding very sagely.  “Good idea.  Maybe after that, I’ll take you out to dinner.  Then we better come back here and try again.”

“Just to be sure,” you say. 

“Just to be sure,” he agrees. 

You are already smiling when he kisses you. 

You have never been more sure about anything in your life. 

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[like-a-diamondinthesky]

only you | y.j.i

-> the first i love you m.list

pairing... bf!jeongin x gn!reader tags... fluff, established relationship, soft pda, skz teasing their maknae 😖

jeongin doesn’t like affection. except when it comes from you, and only you.

wc... 933 words a/n... inspired by this request! this took much longer to write than i would've liked hahaha,, but here it is! it's a bit different that the others but i really did enjoy making it so i hope you all enjoy <3 let me know what you think!!!

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“This can't actually be my mission, it's impossible!” Jisung exclaimed in disbelief. He showed the camera his paper which read ‘Hug I.N for 5 seconds.’

Everyone knew that the youngest of the group valued his personal space, which posed a huge challenge for Jisung. It didn’t help that Jisung was terribly obvious about his mission, making his target even harder to catch. He spent the whole day chasing Jeongin around the venue of their shoot trying to wrap his arms around the boy. But, it was all to no avail, and he had failed his mission—which surprised no one.

Although the shoot was finished and the missions were over, Jisung was still trying to succeed, even getting the other members to help him.

“Yah, get away from me!” Jeongin laughed as he moved to shield himself behind the black couch by the dressing room's wall, crouching down in an attempt to protect himself. “Why are you all chasing me? I've done nothing wrong!”

“You know, all you’ve done is corner yourself. Now Jisung is guaranteed to get you.” Seungmin remarked unhelpfully from the corner of the room, where he watched the whole scene with an amused smile on his face.

Jeongin’s jaw dropped as Jisung moved forward to grab him, but the younger boy quickly escaped. However, Jisung managed to capture his arm, keeping him from leaving successfully.

“I got you, Innie-ah! Now you have to accept my hug!” Jisung taunted in a singsong voice, as Jeongin wriggled his arm.

“I don't want your hugs. I don’t want your affection, shoo! Leave me and my personal space alone,” he cried, trying to pull away from his captor.

Minho scoffed at the youngest as he continued to struggle in Jisung's grasp. “Don't lie, you loooove affection. We see you with Y/n all the time, you stick to them like a puppy to its mother!”

As if on cue, the door to the dressing room creaked open, drawing the eight boys’ attention to the person walking through.

“Y/n!” Jeongin came running to you, finally breaking free from Jisung's hold. He hid behind your back, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “Save me, please. They’re trying to attack me, or something.”

Taken aback, you laughed as you watched Minho point at Jeongin and shout, “See, you just proved my point!”

Jeongin tucked his head into your neck, shielding himself from his older members’ teases. You greeted the other members with a shy smile, dragging yourself and your koala of a boyfriend to sit on the couch.

“What did you guys do to him?” After a failed attempt to pry Jeongin off of your body, you gave up and leaned back on the couch as the other boys continued to tease him.

“We didn’t do anything! He won’t let us do anything.” Jisung crossed his arms and playfully pouted.

“Alright, alright,” Chan lightly tugged Jisung towards the door. “Let's let the love birds have some alone time.”

Jeongin scrunched his nose at the title, making some of the guys snicker.

“We'll be back in ten minutes, don't do anything dumb!” With that, the seven boys left you and Jeongin alone to lounge on the dressing room couch.

Though he was still sprawled atop your body, Jeongin seemed to relax at the absence of his members and melt further in your arms, making you smile at the boy.

“So, what was all that about?” You tangled your fingers in Jeongin’s curls, twirling the soft strands.

“Jisung had a dumb mission for our video and they all ganged up on me.” He looked up at you with a pout situated on his face. “They’re bullies, I’m telling you.”

Jeongin buried his face in your neck, rubbing his face against the soft fabric of your turtleneck. You gently massaged the base of his nape, humming as you urged him to continue his story.

“I was running away from them all day, mostly to make Jisung fail his mission,” he let out a chuckle. “But I also didn't feel up for any of their affection. I don't like when people get all up in my personal space.”

“What? But you love when I'm all affectionate with you,” you teased, poking at your boyfriend's cheek.

“Yeah, I’m only like that with you! You make me feel giddy and happy and sweet when I’m around you.” Jeongin mumbled into your shirt. “But that's probably because I love you.”

Your eyes widened at his confession and you nervously let out a breathy laugh. “What did you just say?”

“I love you?” Jeongin tilted his head up at you, confusion clouding his eyes. “Have I not told you that before?”

“No, no you have not,” you laughed softly as you gently moved him off your chest and guided his head so that you were eye-to-eye. “You really mean it?”

Jeongin flashed a gentle smile, showing off his adorable dimples, and brought his hand to the side of your face. His thumb brushed the apple of your cheek as he replied, “Of course I mean it. I love you, and only you”

You placed your hand over his and guided it back to place it on your neck. You pulled him into a hug, your arms tightened around his middle, and you whispered into his ear, “I love you, too, Innie.”

Behind the door, you could vaguely hear Jisung whining about failing his mission, but you paid him no mind. You were already set on soaking up the rest of your ten minutes of peace with your one and only sweet, cuddly, and affectionate boyfriend in your arms.

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[forlix]

· . ˚ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

— the moments in which the members of stray kids realize how they truly feel about you.

words・1.4k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / warnings・depictions of conflict and anxiety in hyunjin's and han's / genres・domestic fluff, smidges of hurt/comfort, established relationships

a/n・thought i'd try out a new fic format :-) i had so much fun writing these and hope you like reading them just as much. any and all feedback is appreciated, as always!

chan is in a heated staring contest with his notepad when the door opens, and he knows that it’s you who comes in, but his head is miles away, tangled in an amalgamation of syllables and rhythms. he goes on to forget that you’re here for a short while, poring over the unfinished lyrics in front of him with undivided focus. that is, until he feels a gentle hand on his shoulder.

you’ve just pulled a chair up next to his desk. “lemme see,” you say, gesturing to the notepad. there’s a surprised pause, and then chan places it in your hand, scoots closer to you.

you spend the next two hours talking him through his block, but there are periods when you fall silent to brainstorm or to write something down, and chan takes those quiet opportunities just to look at you: wearing one of his old t-shirts, your hair still damp from your shower, completely concentrated. and he knows, then, that he wants to marry you.

minho doesn’t realize he loves you in a singular moment. rather, he has a faint inkling for some time, and then the rug is randomly pulled from beneath his feet, and all of a sudden he can’t remember a version of his world that didn't have you at its center.

there are times when he’s especially aware of his feelings, though. like when he throws a witty remark in your direction and your retort comes back twice as sharp. when your eyes and smile light up like lanterns as you talk to him about your passions. when one (or all) of his cats hover at your side as you go about your day. when he returns home after a grueling practice and you’re there to offer him your comfort, no matter his withdrawn demeanor or sweaty skin.

he is a quiet lover, and sometimes he worries that he’s too quiet, that you have no idea what’s going on inside him every time he looks at you. but words have never really been necessary with minho. you know. you just do.

changbin is greeted by a chilly breeze when he emerges from the gym, and he silently chastizes himself for forgetting to bring an outer layer yet again. but the temperature moves to the back of his mind when he spots you, waiting on the sidewalk, as you said you would. a familiar grin breaks across your face when you see him, and he feels its shape against his lips when he runs over and kisses you, in lieu of hello.

“what are you feeling for dinner?” you ask once he’s pulled away, and he realizes that you’ve pressed something to his chest: one of the hoodies that he keeps at your place, still soft and warm from just coming out of the dryer. and boom—the epiphany hits him, instantly and unequivocally.

he is dumbfounded for a moment, just processing the newfound discovery; and then, out of nowhere, the two of you say the name of the same restaurant at the same time. he swears he never believed in soulmates until he met you.

hyunjin has always held so many emotions in his heart so fervently, to the point that they sometimes overflow in the form of words that he doesn’t believe, in a tone that he doesn’t intend. and it happened again today, when he spoke to you the wrong way in a moment of pure impulse, and the surprise on your face morphed into poorly-disguised hurt.

a few hours later, the weight of his actions sits heavily on his shoulders. when he lifts his phone to call you, his hands are shaking a little, and a breathy apology spills from his lips the moment he hears you on the other end: “i’m sorry, angel. i’m trying, i promise. i really am.” to which you answer, “i know, hyune. i forgive you. we’ll keep trying together, okay?” and your words pull his heartstrings in a new direction entirely.

he asks if he can come over, you say yes, and he tells you he loves you as soon as you open the door. he’s done hiding his heart from you.

jisung’s contagious grin and raucous cackle come easily to him for the most part, but there are times when he forgets how it feels to laugh or to breathe, times when he wants only to hide from the world and all of its scariest parts. and when you see his figure in the doorway tonight, his face cast in a nameless shadow, his shoulders sunken in quiet defeat, you understand immediately that this is one of those times.

“do you wanna talk about it?” you ask as he approaches you. silently, he shakes his head: not tonight. but his body language asks for what he cannot verbalize. you extend your arms toward him, and he buries himself in them the second he’s close enough to, his face nestling the crook of your neck, the tension in his limbs melting at your gentle touch. you stay there for a long time, rubbing circles between his shoulder blades, coaxing him back to the ground, back to you.

wherever he chooses to hide, he thinks he’d like to take you with him.

when felix opens his eyes, the space in the bed next to him is empty, and the faint scent of flour and sugar wafts through the gap beneath his door.

he gets to his feet, throws on some clothes, and wanders in the direction of the smell, rubbing the sleep from his eyes—and the sight that awaits him makes him wonder if he’s still dreaming. you’re standing at the stove, still in your pajamas, hair slightly disheveled from your rest, and there are pancakes in the frying pan before you; sliced strawberries on the cutting board next to the stove. and the look of sheer focus on your face, as if staring at the pancakes will cook them faster, absolutely destroys him. (and he knows in that moment that he wants to wake up to you for the rest of his life.)

with an enamored smile, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulls your back to his chest, and presses a light kiss to the nape of your neck. “morning, beautiful,” he mumbles sweetly. “how fucking lucky am i?”

being around you makes seungmin feel like a kid with a crush. he smiles brighter and laughs louder. he opens like a lotus in bloom when you say his name. the floaty sensation he gets when you kiss his cheek or hold his hand persists for hours afterward—and none of it makes any fucking sense to him. it’s not that he doesn’t believe in love, but he’s never believed that love could feel like this, straight out of a sonnet.

now, your head is on his shoulder, your body rising and falling in your slumber. seungmin looks at your interlocked hands where they rest on his knee, and at the current track displayed on his lockscreen: “still” by day6, a song about losing and loving, about regret and reminiscence. those bright days between us are over, the lyrics go, and he makes a silent promise to your sleeping form that the bright days between the two of you will never end.

the word "love" still doesn't cross his mind, but it is etched all over his face, and carved into his soul.

you and jeongin are telling each other about your days over dinner when your phone lights up with an incoming call, and he nearly spits out his mouthful when he sees who it’s from. for a few seconds, the two of you just stare at each other in flabbergasted silence. but then, you raise your phone to your ear: “hi, grandma! to what do i owe this pleasure?”

and the voice of his grandmother comes back through the receiver. she tells you that she’s just gone on an evening walk and found herself thinking of you, so she wanted to see how you’re doing; if you’re taking care of yourself. you rush to thank her, looking entirely flustered, and a bit like you’re about to burst into tears.

with that, the two of you launch into chatter about everything under the sun: grocery store discounts, the recent humidity, jeongin’s bad habits, you name it. and it finally dawns on jeongin how inextricably embedded in his life you have become—and that he doesn’t want it any other way.

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[daaawnnn]

photocard

skz reaction: you pulling another member’s photocard

pairing: bf!skz x gn!reader

warnings: reader is referred to as wife in han’s

©daaawnnn

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[hyunverse]

sending you a picture ☆ stray kids texts

stray kids ot8 x gn!reader.

text fic. fluff, humor.

warnings: kms jokes.

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[astraystayyh]

You're sexy I'm sexy

Jeongin x reader. Friends to lovers. Lots of pining and tension. Innie has a fat crush. Mention of alcohol and drinking!

Inspired by You're sexy I'm sexy by Eric Nam, also by this moodboard by @chachachannah <3

Jeongin is out with his friends, and you. You're tipsy and sitting on his lap, and he doesn't think he can keep his crush for you at bay anymore.

skz song series masterlist.

a.n: 7/8 of the series and a little fun break from all the angst <3 can't believe there is only one fic to go now :")

Jeongin is out with nine of his friends, they are loud and boisterous, their laughter echoing throughout the small bar they're in. Yet, the only thing he can seem to focus on is you. You're giggling at a joke Minho just told, and it feels as if your laugh is molten sunshine, running through his veins and igniting him from within.

You squint your eyes as you take a sip of your drink, your nose scrunching up as the liquor grazes your tastebuds, and Jeongin can't seem to take his eyes off of you. He is enthralled by your every move, and you're not even doing anything.

He's had a crush on you for a while, four months to be exact- 120 days where his every waking moment was spent thinking of you. It happened so abruptly, taking him completely off-guard. He's never felt this way before- a blushing mess, putty in your hands, so pliable for you to mold however you want. 

He shakes his head, tugging slightly at his black bangs. He remembers how you complimented him on his new color, running a hand through his freshly dyed hair. You’re always so nonchalant, in your way of touching him as if you don't leave him burning up in your trail. As if your knee bumping into his doesn't make electricity shoot through his body, as if your arm resting lazily on his shoulder doesn't make the world around him fade away, until all he sees is you.

You stand up to go get another drink, and Jeongin finally feels as if he can breathe again. "You're staring at yn," Hyunjin nudges his side with his elbow, and Jeongin drawls out a whine, hiding his face in his hands, "I know." 

Some time has passed, and Chan has called over some people he knows, so now everyone is squeezed into this tiny brown booth with Jeongin at the end of it. But no one seems to mind the lack of space, everyone is delighted the exam season is finally over.

You come back, a red drink in your hand, and Jeongin can tell it’s you just from the intoxicating smell of your perfume. He's learned to recognize you through those small details- he can even distinguish your soft knocks on his door when you visit his dorm. 

There is no place left for you in the booth, and you pout slightly. Jeongin goes to stand up to leave you his place, but you push him gently back down. 

"Do you mind?" you ask, pointing at his lap and he startles, looking between you and his legs. He stays silent for a while, unsure of how to answer, and you smile slightly.

"Never mind, it's okay," you leave to get a chair but he grabs your hand abruptly, pulling you on top of his lap. 

Jeongin doesn't know what's taking over him, he's never been this bold. But he accounts it on the one sip of alcohol he's taken, this, and the fact you proposed such a thing. He knows you're tipsy because your cheeks are tinted pink and you don't seem to mind where you’re sitting, on his lap. 

Jeongin can't think straight anymore, too overwhelmed by the warmth of your body. You are everywhere, all at once, and he feels a sudden urge to bury his face in your hair and never let go. You move your hair to your right shoulder, and the scent of your shampoo tickles his nose. The curve of your neck is exposed, and he wonders what would happen if he grazed it with his teeth.

Would shivers run down your spin? Would you gasp softly, pupils dilating as if trying your best to take him all in?

You are laughing, again, and the melodic sound pulls Jeongin out of his wandering thoughts. He finds it endearing, how your entire body shakes when you chuckle, as if laughter reverberates through you from head to toe. Was it normal to be so aware of someone's existence? To know them more than you know yourself? 

"Am I bothering you?" you turn to ask him, a soft smile on your face, and he shakes his head. It felt as if his tongue was tied in an impossible knot, he couldn't think, or dare to speak with you so near. 

"You're warm," you point out, placing your cold hands on his heated cheeks. He closes his eyes, leaning into your cooling touch. 

"Here, let me," you smile, grabbing the collar of his leather jacket and shrugging it off of him. He simply watches as you place the discarded jacket on top of your lap, before rolling the sleeves of his white t-shirt a bit upward. Your hand lingers on his forearm, squeezing it lightly, and it feels as if you’ve sealed the skin with your palm. Anyone who gazes at it will be able to tell you touched him.

You lean your back onto his chest, and Jeongin tentatively wraps his arm around your waist. Your hand reaches up to play absentmindedly with his silver rings, and he wonders what you must look like to other people. He wanted them to think that you were a couple, he realizes. Maybe if enough people believed it, it'd become a reality.

The night passes and the place beside Jeongin frees up, but you stay on his lap. His chin is now on your shoulder, your back snug against his chest. He can feel every twitch of your body and every soft exhale you take, and he unconsciously mirrors your actions, as if looking for any way to intertwine your being with his.

He goes to grab a water bottle from the table but you hand it to him, unscrewing the cap in the process. You turn to face him, as he brings the bottle to his mouth, his eyes still fixated on you. A water droplet runs down his throat, and you trace over its path with your finger lightly, which makes his Adam's apple bob up and down furiously.

Your finger doesn't leave his skin- you are tracing over his collarbones now, and he licks his lips nervously. Your touch is barely there, it would be farfetched to even compare it to a feather. But it's you who's touching him, so he feels it, everywhere.

Your hand moves to rest on top of his chest, and he knows you can feel his heart beating widely in there. He thinks the entire room can hear it at this point. A testament of what you do to him, of what you make him feel. Only you.

"Hi there," you smile innocently and Jeongin lets out a dry chuckle, his hooded eyes gazing intensely into yours.

"Hey you," he whispers, grabbing a strand of your hair and twirling it between his fingers. His gaze flickers from your eyes, to your nose and then to your lips. It stays there, too enamored to possibly move somewhere else. You're talking, he knows you are, but he can't seem to hear what you are saying.

He can't blame it on the alcohol because he hasn't even drunk that much. But his mind is foggy with thoughts of you, of what he wants to do with you, if you'd let him.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" you ask, a slight giggle rhythming your words. 

"Do you even know how pretty you are," he says in awe before his eyes slightly widen in shock. Did he just say this out loud?

"Is that why you kept looking at me all night?" you smile, a hint of teasing in your tone, and Jeongin buries his head in your shoulder. "Shut up," he says lowly, embarrassment clear in his voice at being caught. 

"It's okay, you're so pretty too," you smile, pulling his head away so you'd be able to look at him again. 

His eyes find your lips instantly, like two magnets that can't help but be drawn to one another- fated to be together, no matter how much they try to stay apart.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks breathlessly, raw hope dripping from his tone. "We don't have to be something more I just-" 

You cut him off with your mouth crashing on his, desperately, and he gasps onto you as if you're the oxygen with which he breathes. You taste sweeter than he could've ever imagined, and he's getting drunk from the way your mouths move against one another. He wraps his arm around your waist, thumb brushing your sides gently in an effort to bring you impossibly close. Your hands finds his hair, tugging slightly at the ends of it, and it's as if you wanted this too all along. As if Jeongin wasn't alone in his longing for you.

Your lips are soft, immensely so, and he doesn't think he can go back to not kissing you. To preserving you in his mind as a fond memory, not when he knows what it feels like to have his mouth on yours.

"I want to be somebody to you," he says between kisses, desperation lacing his words. He doesn't care how needy he sounds. He's been waiting for four months. If there is a slight chance you like him back, he'd take it and water it enough until it blooms into something much more.

"You already are," you smile into the kiss, your teeth clashing against his which makes you both giggle. "You'll kiss me again when we are sober, right?"

"I'll kiss you for the rest of my life if you'd let me," he brushes his nose against yours gently, and you smile softly at him, wiping the remains of your red lipstick from the corner of his mouth. He places a tender kiss on your wrist, before pressing his swollen lips onto yours again.

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