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agnesafterhours · 8 months

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As team captain, your boyfriend has his priorities straight. Minho doesn't take neither his training nor role lightly, and, sometimes, you like to tap into this inflexible side of his. (3.7k words)

CONTENT: smut, dom!minho but he's more persuasive than physically controlling, brat!reader, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, slight degradation kink. minors and empty blogs do not interact.

You shouldn't get under Minho's skin when he's training, you know that. The hurried whispers of his teammates leaving the field after matches told you this much. But still, it feels a bit unfair of him to make you sit here, after a whole game, having to watch as he leads his team through a “just, like, thirty minutes?” practice. Although annoyed, you understand why he's so hung up on practicing as much as possible—winning this game meant going to the finals, after all. You knew how much this meant to Minho, so you tried your best to be patient whilst sitting on the bleachers.

Even though you're in a bit of a hurry to get him home, watching Minho play earlier makes it hard to deny that the field is his element, leading the team is his calling. You were completely stunned as you watched your boyfriend play—this being the first game of his you saw which you were actually rooting for his team. It was a bit of a rascal when the team captain introduced the cheerleader of their rivalling team as his girlfriend, but his mates eventually got over it.

Your relationship with Minho was fun. You were together for a couple months and the freshness and excitement of it all never failed to make your skin tingle each time he looked at you in a certain way. Like the look he's giving you right now—chin up, eyes down, head slightly tilted.

“I told you to wait.” His uniform's shoulder pads make him look even more intimidating, the bright spotlights behind him turning the white material almost blinding—his shadow casting on you.

“I have been waiting! It's been like an hour, Min! And you said you'd take thirty minutes…” You hope a slight pout would help your case and soften his heart, but he simply turns his focus to the field for a moment, before looking back at you. Minho takes a few steps closer.

“What’re you so eager to go home for?” He asks, voice a bit quieter. There's no need to speak this lowly when he's so close, especially when his teammates are so far away and everyone else has gone home by now—but you'll take advantage of whatever you can get from him. Even if it's just the feeling of his eyes on you.

You look away, arms crossing under your chest as he smirks.

“What? Cat got your tongue so early on, baby? Speak up.”

“I'll tell you when we get in the car.”

His eyebrows furrow. “I don't wanna wait ‘til we get in the car.”

“Well, then maybe you should hurry.” You turn around, eyes lingering on him for a moment before you make your way to the parking lot.

Your nerves make you jump a little when you hear Minho shout to his team they're wrapping up the practice—the parking lot getting darker and darker with the distance you put between yourself and the field's spotlights, a cool breeze awakening shivers up your arms as the night hugged you tighter and tighter. You (and the butterflies on your stomach) wouldn't settle until you felt Minho's presence. But you don't wait for him to catch up to you. You don't look back.

The few minutes you sit in the car feel like hours, your phone's screen lighting up with a notification from your boyfriend finally seizing the constant checkups of your hair and gloss.

min🖤: locker room

You: why im waiting for u in the car

min🖤: locker room:) im waiting

You: ive been waiting for longer what if i just dont go

You slam the car door shut, making a bee line to his location.

min🖤: if you dont come you wont get what you want when we get home

You: whatever

The building's back door shuts loudly behind you.

min🖤: if you dont come ur gonna have made me end practice for nothing

You: idc ur already mad anyway

You reach the locker room and as soon as your hand turns the door handle, you feel two hands on your hips pressing your back to the cold metal.

Minho's tongue is in your mouth before you can even notice he kissed you, the cold air seeping through the open windows contrasting his warm palms on your skin. You're covered in shivers as he controls the kiss—one palm running up your chest to your neck until he reaches the back of your head, tilting it as he pleases.

“Not mad enough to use numbing cream on you.” The bottle sits menacingly on the wooden bench. He spreads your legs with his thigh, pressing against your core. “So don't push me.”

You're completely helpless, hands grabbing fistfuls of his uniform as he lightly pulls the hair on your nape every now and again—his mouth latching desperately onto yours. The room is dark, the campus so empty it almost feels like you're in a different dimension, completely by yourselves. Air fills your lungs for the first time in a while—you didn't realize you were that breathless until gasps fill the room as he kisses your neck.

“I didn't even do anything.” He leaves a harsh bite at your words, sucking on the bruise a moment after. “Ah- I just wanted to congratulate you for winning-”

“If you wanted to congratulate me”, his voice drips with sarcasm, “you would've sat there and wait for me to finish practice.” Minho hastily pulls the front of your tank top above your chest, not bothering to fully strip you out of it before his hand reaches under your bra, massaging your breast. “You would've been patient until I had the time to bring my pretty little trophy home, hm?”

Air hitches in your throat when he rips your bra open, the cloth falling to the floor. You struggle through heavy breathing to talk back as he licks his thumb and brings it to your nipple. “I'm not just some trophy.”

“You're not? What are you, then?” His lips leave your neck so he can look you in the eye, finally allowing to rest for a bit. You don't like the distance.

You lean your head forward, chasing his smirking lips as he pushes you back against the lockers—the shuffling metal sounds strident in the dead quiet. Minho tilts his head back a bit, rejecting your kiss. “You didn't answer me.”

“Because I wanna fucking kiss you!” You whine through gritted teeth, leaning towards him one more time.

The grip he has on your hair stops you once again, but this time, he gets so close his lips touch yours when he whispers. “Tell me what you are, baby. ‘Cause sometimes you act like you're just a desperate little hole for me to fill."

Minho's dilated pupils stare right into your soul. Your eyes shake but you don't look away. “I'm your fucking girlfriend. It's not my fault you're not good enough of a fuck that I'm never satisfied.”

You regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth.

You see, Minho wasn't the type to growl his demands and manhandle you into whatever position he wants—he always tries reasoning with you. He lets you know what it is he would like to do, and if you don't comply, he'd show you why that was the best option for you in the first place. Minho gets off on proving he knows better, showing how he knows what's best for you.

He takes a small step back, a click of his tongue letting you know his disappointment. “So I don't fuck you right? Okay.”

“I just- I didn't mean-”

“No, you're right, you're right. That's why I never make you come, right?” His sarcastic voice coming out a little bit breathless as he shoves your shorts and underwear down your legs, eyes fix on yours. You kick the clothes to the side with trembling legs, bambi eyes looking up at him.

You didn't exactly know what the outcome of your stubbornness would be, but you did not expect Minho's knees to buckle—his gaze dead set on yours as he reached the ground.

Suddenly, your boyfriend grabs your hand and latches it to the hair on the back of his head.

“Why don't you fucking teach me then?” He speaks through gritted teeth, throwing your right leg over his shoulder pad—the unusual angle giving him all the access he needed and leaving you much more exposed.

Unhappy with how limp your hand stayed in his hair, Minho grabs it once more, pushing himself against your core.

“Come on, baby.” He mumbles, leaving wet kisses over your outer labia. When he looks up, resting his chin on the skin under your bellybutton, the dim light coming from the window makes his profile glow blue—pearly white grin hypnotizing you. Minho looked like an incubus—eager to suck the life out of you. “Where's your attitude, hmm? Show me what you like.”

You can see your bare chest heaving with each breath as you look down at him. “Fin... Fingers?”

He tilts his head to the side, big eyes full of mischief. “Fingers? You're asking?”

“I… I don't-”

“You don't know? Of course you do. You're just not thinking straight. Maybe it's stress, right? ‘Cause I'm not good enough?” Without a warning, the tip of his tongue lightly zigzags up and down your pussy. Up, and down again—avoiding your clit each time.

“You see,” he says, letting his saliva mix with your arousal, “if I use my fingers now, you'll come too fast.” Minho leaves a long peck on your core. “I know that's what you want, but what about dragging it out a little bit? I think you'd like it better.” He flattens his tongue and your body squirms as he licks up. “But I mean, I wouldn't know.”

Minho's being painfully annoying, but you deserve it. He takes his time dragging his tongue through your core, lapping your arousal and smearing it on your cunt—making your legs shake every now and again. His right hand keeps your squirming hips still as the left one slowly caresses it's way up your body, until he reaches your chest.

He's looking up at you the entire time, watching every single twitch and reaction to the flow of his tongue on you. When he finally latches onto your clit, you swear you lose your mind a little. Your hips stutter and he follows you promptly, big brown eyes burning through you. The sight of Minho on his knees being illuminated by the moonlight is so ethereal it's almost haunting, and at that moment, you know you'll never really forget this view—you'll never forget how he's making you feel. He really is like a incubus in a way, imprinting his mark on the back of your mind forever.

Impulsiveness takes over and you force your hips forward, the hand in the back of your boyfriend's head thrusting him against your cunt. Minho's eyes turn impossibly darker, his smirk much more noticeable than before. When he closes his eyes and his eyebrows furrow, you already know you're gone—instincts making you hold onto his locks harsher than ever.

The soft sucking turns progressively rougher, your eyes squeeze shut as his tongue draws figure-eights on your clit very softly in contrast to how quickly his lips are working the same nerve.

When your eyes start to water from how overwhelmed you feel, the telltale begins. As soon as your body starts shaking and your hips squirm away from his hold, you open your eyes to look at him just in time to watch as he completely removes himself off of you.

Your heart drops, hot tears running down your shamed cheeks as you wobble a bit, trying to find balance without his hands on your hips.

“Fuck, can you even feel anything, baby?” You feel the ghost of gentle fingertips on your labia, following up and down the slit.

You can tell through your watery eyesight and the poor-lit room that he's now paying attention to the way his fingers play with your cunt, smirk wiped clean off his voice as he watches your arousal coat his fingers. “If I try something like this-” He gently pushes his ring and middle fingers inside you, slowly curling the tip of his fingers in come-hither motion, low voice filling up the emptiness, “does it feel good?”

Does it feel good? You're long, long gone. Minho's voice sounds like it's coming from inside your head, the stimulation feels like it reflects in white orbits in your vision. You can no longer force yourself to open your eyes—it's for the better, anyway. You'd probably pass out if you caught a glimpse of his pretty brown eyes by now.

Does it feel good? You don't remember how you got yourself in this situation—you don't even have the brain power to form a phrase involving anything but religious chants of his name. You've become nothing but a warm body for Minho to touch and use as he pleases, you'd be satisfied with the smallest of touch he'd be kind enough to reach for.

His pouty lips find your clit again and suddenly, fireworks start setting off in your insides way too fast. Your stomach muscles contract in a way that's entirely new for you and you feel like you'll fall to the floor if he doesn't support all your weight. Your start to feel your throat straining, the constant whining suddenly getting higher. Your eyes are shut so tightly you can see blobs of colour behind your pitch-black eyelids. You think you're out of it for a little bit, but you can still hear his voice.

“Yeah, I don't think I'm doing it right.” The raspiness of his tone almost puts you to sleep—his fingers are still inside you, now pumping back and forth, very slowly. You can hear the embarrassingly loud gushing sound of his fingers moving inside you, and you open your eyes to find your boyfriend's face and chest covered in your arousal.

“I, I-” You don't know exactly what you have to say, but his loving eyes and the kiss he pressed to your thigh were not helping you find it out.

“You ruined my fucking jersey.” His lopsided smile makes your breath hitch.

“Need you.”

He tilts his head again. “Do you? Really?”

Your head is heavy as you nod, and you try your best to not lose focus. You know what he needs to hear to finally drop the act, and you know you should give in before your body gives out completely, but there's a little twisted voice inside your head asking how far you can take this—your body seems to be addicted to the thrill, moans immediately spilling out your lips when his fingers pick up pace.

“You're not satisfied?” He asks, voice sugary sweet. His pouty lips pepper quick pecks on your inner thigh, expectant eyes looking up at you. “I’m not sure I can help you, though. I mean, if it doesn’t feel good it’ll just get painful at some point.”

You stutter your words through a strained voice. “I’ll let you know if it does.” It takes your entire being to attempt to sound demanding. “We can keep going for now.”

An amused countenance takes over his sharp features. “Oh, we can? Alright, ma’am. Thank you so much for letting me know.” He stands up, and the sudden shift in atmosphere rising goosebumps on your skin as he now looks down on you.

Minho stands tall before you, the lighting no longer illuminating his doll-like eyes—shadows now cover most of his face, long hair hiding his gaze. As if he can hear your heartbeat picking up pace, he gets close to whisper against your lips, eyes hazy as he looks down at you. “I think we gotta stretch you out a bit more, hmm? If it didn't feel good, you're probably still tight.”

Good God, you hate this man. You know what he’s trying to get out of you—you’re just not sure if you want to give him the satisfaction yet.

So, you look up at him with the sweetest eyes you can possibly muster. “Don’t worry, bunny. You’re not that big.”

He stares at you for a few seconds, the smile on his lips doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Bench. On your back.”

Although it seems you’ve worn his patience thin, you stare back. The cogs in your brain working their full capacity trying to figure out a way to make his life a bit harder. A disappointed sigh leaves his lips as he walks towards his locker, looking for his stuff to leave.

As always, his action is effective. Minho really doesn’t need much to convince you to give in, after all, you know what you’ll get when you do.

Silence fills the room as you discard your shirt all the way and lay on the bench, legs bent at the knees, heels resting on the cool surface. Anxiety bubbles under your sensitive skin when you hear Minho taking off his clothes. You rest you weight on your elbows to watch—his jersey was gone when you got to look at him, shoulder pads following suit.

“What made you change your mind?” He opted to leave his white tank top on as he unbuckles his belt, one knee—supported by the bench—between your legs. The moonlight now shining entirely on him.

“Don't like the emptiness…” Your voice trails off, and you don't mind staring shamelessly as he puts on a little show for you—one hand on your knee and running down your thigh, the other stroking his cock.

He scoffs, “You say shit like this but doesn't like it when I say you act like a hole.” He taps his tip on your clit, earning a loud whine from you. “Make up your mind, bunny.”

Minho stays kneeled before you, the cloth of his tank top so thin you could make out the lines of his chest and abs—the muscles on his pale arms shining iridescent in the lighting.

Your boyfriend moved his hips, slowly grinding over your slit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head without much resistance, mouth watering with each nudge of his tip to your clit. “Whatever you said about me not being too big…” He leans down to leave a quick peck on your lips. “Keep that in mind.”

With absolutely no warning and much faster than your brain would've been able to process, Minho buries himself as deep as he possibly can inside of you. He lifts your hips off the bench with ease, sitting on his heels—his hold on you so tight you bounced back against him with each thrust of his.

The stamina of the man above you is unfaltering. You can't do much besides watch him: his biceps flex to support the weight of your hips every time he slams you back on his cock, veins prominent on his arms. Minho's face and neck are covered in the prettiest shade of pink—his wide chest, blushed with the same colour, is struggling with each breath he takes. The moonlight highlights the droplets of sweat sliding down his neck, and he can't seem to decide whether he wants to throw his head back or look down at where your hips align.

Keeping himself together is the hardest when Minho looks down at you. He got his pretty girl all splayed out for him; her eyebrows furrowed in utter pleasure as the whiniest sounds constantly pour out of her pouty lips. The way your body reacts to him is hypnotic—it's so fun for him, how every little thing he does makes your eyes roll back. The power trip he gets when he watches your skin shiver wherever his hands touch is better than anything he's ever experienced. All because it's you. Because he gets you to feel like this. The fact you're so drunk on Minho gets him even more addicted to the feeling of your body shaking under him. So when your hips suddenly spring back to life rolling desperately against his and Minho's name seems to be the only coherent thought your brain can formulate, his desire increases tenfold.

You have no control over how loud your moans or the smack of Minho's hips against yours are. He lowers you back on the bench and is fully above you in the blink of an eye—holding your face as he kisses you so deeply you struggle to keep up. His thrust become less timed but continue as deep as they were. Minho throws his head back, moaning loudly, but quickly brings his gaze back to your lips. His eyebrows are furrowed, lips touching yours as he whispers.

“Come on, baby. You know how much I love to feel you coming around me. Be good.”

Be good, be good. Of course you want to be good. When his lips touch yours again, euphoria explodes inside of you. Your eyes being squeezed shut seem to enhance your other senses a bit—you feel every inch of Minho's cock grinding inside you, his hands burning hot where they touch, his loud moans and the wetness spattering between your legs being the only things crystal clear in your cloudy mind.

“Holy shit, fuck. I'm close, I'm so close.” He pants, face buried in your neck.

Your weak hands gently soothe his back, you mindlessly mumble your words, “Wanna feel you coming inside me, love. Want it so bad.”

His strong arms wrap around your waist when he comes, cock buried deep inside of you. Minho shudders with each movement of your hands against his skin, as you now gently scratch his back under his tank top. It feels like a long time has passed until he breaks the silence.

“We're taking the numbing cream home, by the way.” He gets his face off your neck and rests his weight on his elbows. His right hand cups your jaw, thumb playing with your drooled lips. “You're not done paying for that attitude.”

#can u tell minhos outfit at kcon also inspired this #can u tell #skz smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #skz imagines #stray kids x reader #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee minho smut #skz x reader #lee minho x y/n #stray kids x y/n #skz x you #lee know imagines #lee know x you #lee know x y/n #lee minho x you #lee minho x reader

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maxsix · 8 months

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#choi san #san #ateez #ateez san #why is this so intense #thank you to whoever heard me ranting about his outfits #and put him in this #from kcon official yt #people wondering why i don't edit fantaken videos? I don't know where they are and I can't deal with people angry at me about it #anyways #this is some good san material

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pakuchibake · 9 months

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i really will be normal about taemin for a while and then he goes and performs somewhere and its like oh RIGHT this is a permanent condition. having a flareup rn

#the kcon outfit bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!#the lil skip! the english! the performance energy!#i need to see him perform live again its been 500 years #taemin

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sungwoonha · 9 months

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just did smth so impulsive😐

#got day 1 kcon tickets JJSNJDNDNX……🧍🏽‍♀️#i’ve gone every year since 2016 so i was a little /: abt not going this time bc last week was out of town for my cousins wedding and have #renaissance in a few weeks too so was planning to skip out on it this yr but 😐😐😐😐#LOL….. anyway now to find an outfit hm #p

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stealthatsweater · 11 months

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#guerilla #ateez #choi san #san #kcon #youtube #short #he held back #probably knew not to mess up his hair and outfit before the big show #look at that smile though #man was thriving

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wayvsphantom · 11 months

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hi friends im brainstorming kcon outfits what do we think🥺

#wayv #taemin #kcon #tagging so I get more responses :)#also boots n skirt are the same bc I don’t want to buy a lot for these outfits lol

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sanstropfremir · 2 years

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So I’ve seen styling criticism of New Jeans floating around Stan twitter of late, and was curious what your thoughts are since I don’t particularly trust twitter 😅

Essentially, the internet seems to not love their outfits from Kcon japan and from I believe the fact music awards? Whatever recent awards show they went to.

To be fair, the outfits are a statement, and aren’t in line with what anyone else is currently wearing so I can see why people have feelings on them. But personally, while I wouldn’t wear them myself, I kind of love them? I think young people today who didn’t live through the so called Y2K era don’t realize just how insane and unflattering so much of the fashion was. It was like kitsch threw up everywhere sometimes, and bigger and more obvious was always better. So honestly, I kind of think that, among kpop styling, these outfits are truer to the early 00s than most of the other popular stuff. But I recognize that the trend these days is to be “aesthetic”, probably since everything ends up online for immediate and widespread consumption in a way that wasn’t possible 20 years ago, so real 00s stuff is never gonna fit that aesthetic mold.

That’s my theory at least, but I’m curious what your thoughts are!

..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................why are people mad at these. this is literally just what teenagers wore in 2005. well i know why people are mad at these and that's because they're all young adults who have never known a world where things were imperfect and weird because we weren't living under the panopticon of social media watching our every move. i was literally just talking to someone about how i used to cut thumbholes in all of my sweater sleeves in middle school and for like probably three or four years i wore like ten non-matching necklaces at all times. the real y2k was ugly as hell and we should be going back to that! everything now is so aestheticized and optimized for being the most attractive and it all has to be packaged perfectly for getting the most likes on these apps bc that's how young kids are getting their validation. things can't be ugly in their world because the parameters of what 'beautiful' is have closed in around them without them even knowing any different, so they won't accept anything even a little bit ''''experimental'''' from people they see as the pinnacles of that perfect manicured aesthetic because they don't know how to.

#newjeans w #stan twt overreacts over literally fucking NOTHING i thought i was gonna see something actually weird #but it was literally just oversized sports jerseys. y'all are pathetic (derogatory)#this is literally nothing compared to anything anyone wore on a music show in the years before 2015 #kpoppies are just weak #i think we should just nuke the twitter servers tbh #oh so y'all liked it when they had borderline inappropriate styling #but hate it now that they're wearing things actual teenagers wore in the years they have as their concept?#i wish stan twitter a very die :)#oh is it making you uncomfortable how young they are now that they actually look it??? is it?????#they should put them in increasingly more lisa frank jojo siwa ass styling i wanna see stan twt cry #none of y'all would have actually survived the 2000s shut UP #also im sorry but their kcon outfits are literally just what every second bg is wearing rn #INCLUDING the crop top #and they are cute outfits! like i would have died to be friends with those girls in 2008 #i cannot believe people are outraged about age appropriate stylings........smh #text #answers #no one in the history of ever has been ready for the conversation of unpacking why 'ugly' is used as an insult #and why ugliness is directly associated with being 'of lesser value'#anyways im gonna go watch every dawn mv like 12 times just to make up for this bullshit

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teasteeper · 25 days

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ohh i like this…. i got carried away T_T (sorry anon, i had to delete the original ask bc tumblr deleted half of this when i first posted it. i hope u see this <3)

suggestive 18+ mdni

before you started working for them hendery couldn't care less about getting his makeup done, seeing it as a time to scroll through his phone, his eyes burning after waking up only thirty minutes prior. he's truly a man in that he doesn't get makeup, barely noticing a difference between his bare face and his face after sitting in the chair for an hour. he hates those tiny angled brushes near his eyes, the feeling of foundation suffocating. he honestly prefers the days when he's running late, getting pushed into the chair while all the makeup artists band together to make him look flawless in under ten minutes. the less time he has to spend getting his makeup done, the better.

that's until the day you started, brushing glitter onto yangyang's eyelids as hendery stumbled through the door forty five minutes late, a baggy hoodie draped over his shoulders and his hair sticking up in all directions. did he even wake up?, he thinks, frozen awkwardly in place as he deciphers whether his tired eyes were actually staring at the prettiest girl he's ever seen or if he was still dreaming.

the artist hunched over kun subtly rolls her eyes at the sight of hendery, tapping your shoulder and pointing to him with her foundation cushion, "i'll finish yangyang's makeup. you can start on him"

hendery sits in the makeup chair, heart racing as you pick up your bag of supplies and move towards him. it's too early for this, he thinks, the soft smile you give him and your sweet vanilla scent, your fingers gently clipping his hair away from his face. it all goes straight to his dick, his mind still half asleep and morning wood not yet fully soft. yeah, it's too early for this.

from then on he sets his alarms extra early, fixing his hair and putting on a decent outfit before getting to set on time, aiming to make getting his makeup done last as long as possible. the members couldn't care less, just happy that he hasn't been late for weeks. but you notice, looking forward to the early mornings you spend talking and laughing together. there's no use denying your big dumb crush on him, butterflies in your tummy when you tell him to look up at you, instantly following your command and showing you his big pretty eyes so you can do his eyeliner.

he actually starts to take an interest in makeup, purely because it's your job, and he swells with pride when you start to take an interest in wayv, listening to their music on the regular and getting fully invested in the team. to hendery it feels like you're his biggest fan, waiting off stage between performances so you can touch up his makeup and fix his hair.

this week finally comes around, and everyone's on edge, what with kcon and countless other performances wayv's scheduled to do. hendery's happy to see you loading your luggage into one of the black suvs parked outside the company building to take you all to the airport. you're there after every performance, his eyes scanning through the crowd of staff members for you. he gives you a tired lopsided smile as he steps forward, spreading his feet apart to make himself shorter. then you feel his hands on your hips, and you're left staring wide eyed at his closed eyes, waiting for you to powder his face. it feels like you're standing like that for hours, the soft weight of his hands on your hips, his abs tensing with his heavy breaths. who the fuck chose this outfit? his jacket mostly unzipped with no shirt underneath, the elastic of his briefs on full display. the worst part is he knows he looks good, flashing you his smile before running back to the stage for their next song.

you think this might be the best job ever as you pack up your makeup bag, watching the last song of their performance on the monitor backstage. hendery finds you again as soon as they're backstage, "follow me" he whispers, placing a hand on your lower back and looking over his shoulder as he ushers you toward the artists' entrance and through the door outside.

"hendery wh-" you're backed against one of the black suvs parked outside, hendery's hands on your hips like before. they tremble with adrenaline, sweat dripping down his temple with heavy breaths passing through his lips. "can i kiss you?"

you can barely finish your whimpered consent before he's dipping his head down, lips crashing to yours in a heated kiss. he's surprisingly gentle, grounding himself by pressing his fingers into your hips. muscles flex in his jaw and his cheeks hollow, swallowing your dreamy sighs. you're fully pinned to the car behind you, your tshirt riding up and his belt buckle cold as it presses against your tummy.

your hips are pressing up against his, whimpering into his mouth, and his restraint snaps. his arm circles your waist and pulls you into him so he can open the door to the backseat, "get in, baby" he's relieved it isn't locked, watching your shirt ride up your back as you crawl in.

he wastes no time pulling your leg over his hips so you're straddling him, tipping his head back to kiss you. he has to be back inside in a few minutes, hands roaming your body to feel as much of you as possible. his lips trail down your jaw, softly sucking marks onto your neck. he leans back every few seconds to check his work, addicted to the way your skin blotches and shines with his spit.

and you're even better than he dreamed you'd be, impatiently jerking your hips against his, your chest pressed to his and your arms clung around his neck. with the way you just melt in his hands, he figures you'd let him fuck you right here in the back of the luxury car. he nearly considers getting his cock out and making you sit on it, but the bubble around you two bursts, two loud knocks striking the car window. hendery's manager shuffles awkwardly outside, his back turned to you as if he hadn't just seen you two drooling into each others' mouths.

hendery turns back to you with an exasperated expression and feign panic in his voice, "does my makeup look okay?"

"i'll fix it" you smile, wiping your lip gloss from his mouth.

#asks #hendery #wayv #nct #hendery drabbles #hendery smut #hendery x reader #hendery x you #wayv smut #nct smut #wayv hard thoughts #wayv hard hours #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #wayv drabbles #nct drabbles

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astrae4 · 10 months

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♡ ENHYPEN WHEN THEY REVEAL YOUR RELATIONSHIP

PAIRING. idol!enhypen x idol!reader

GENRE. fluff, romance, humor

WARNING. mild swearing

NOTE. I wrote this while i was getting a massage. It was amazing. Also do u guys wanna read any reaction tropes ?? because i am starting to not know what to write next.

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HEESEUNG | the wallpaper

Hee would be the type to accidentally show his phone screen in a wlive. (I’m sooo not used to typing wlive instead of vlive) like, he’d definitely just put his phone on the table of the live, explaining something to Engenes and all of a sudden, his mom texts him. Notification pops up, and Engenes would go feral because—low and behold, you’re his wallpaper. Except he ended the live before an Engene could point out his wallpaper, and he wouldn’t suspect a single thing; going to bed peacefully after. Only when he woke up to a million missed calls did he go; oh shit.

JONGSEONG | the accidental softlaunch

you guys would be going on a date. He takes pictures of you eating a bagel in a cafe because gosh! You’re so cute??? You upload the pictures of you eating this bagel, and your fans love it!! Wanting to share the moment with Engenes too, Jay decided to take a picture of the bagels and drinks you guys got. He tried to be careful, really! He got rid of your coffee from the view and made sure to only get pictures of his share of the food! If only he thought about the window reflection, showing your strawberry patterned skirt…

JAEYUN | the speaking before thinking

Gosh, this man… he’ll give you a headache for sure. Man exposed your relationship in a live. A LIVE. Literally no take backs. Engenes will just be like, “yo do you like mint choco ice cream jakeypoo” and he’ll be like “nah, but you know who does?” Both engenes AND him thought of Sunoo, but his mouth didn’t. “(Reader) 🤭” There’ll be a moment of silence all of a sudden, from both sides. He’ll try his best to deny allegations (man would he be fighting for his life..) but it’ll be too late by then.

SUNGHOON | the dispatch article

Yeah. Y’all weren’t slick. Went on a date with dyed hairs. Like?? Ya go out like that and expect to not get caught. (bfr) But yeah, Han river date. All was fun and cute until you hear a camera shutter. Both you and Hoon turn around slowly to the stalker. The three of you glance at each other, and all of a sudden you both chase after the stalker. It was terrifying from the stalker’s viewpoint, but it was already sent to the company by the time you and Hoon caught up with him, so too bad ig..

SUNOO | the one who couldn’t contain their expression

This is him, cop!! The delulu one! (Jk that’s us) He was literally in the airport, about to fly to Europe for some kcon event. Your group did the pictures before his, and a fan noticed you both kinda have similar outfits. (This is not coincidental, he actually made you both match clothes) Now, this fan is one of those shipper kinda fan… (like those Lisa and Jungkook ones 💀) and so they yelled out, “Sunoo, did you match with Yn today? That’s such a cute couple outfit!” And then he let out the most high-pitched, flustered giggle. Like deadass. It rang through the airport and his members gave him the stare.

JUNGWON | the actually planned one

Yeah. If it ain’t you who slipped the relationship, then it isn’t being slipped accidentally. Like—ever. This man is prepared to make you guys be undercover agents atp. He ain’t slippin’. But, he does get pouty behind cameras and a bit impatient that he can’t just hold your hand. So, after having the green flag from you and your company; he talked to his company about it! You won’t know how he convinced Hybe, (those boba eyes i swear.) but he did so before you knew it—Hybe released a statement!

NIKI | the one who did it because he felt challenged

One day, he texted you “what if i expose our relationship 😛” You thought it was one of those jokes again, yk? and so you said “all words no actions 🤥🤥” Why you challenged a kid who’s genuinely so competitive? Literally no thoughts in your brain when you said that to him. Next thing you know, you got an emergency call from your ceo. You know why? Because your boyfie decifed to post a tweet of you guys, with a caption saying “me n my adorable shmookerpump on a date 😋🩷 #NIKI #YN #NIKIYNBESTCOUPLEFR”

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yourfatherlucifer · 8 months

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So seonghwa is dating an idol and the both perform at kcon but seonghwa doesn't know that s/o is having an special stage with another idol and her outfit in both stages (her own and with the other idol) are very revealing so he gets kinda mad

Idol!Seonghwa x Idol!female!reader

Summary : ⬆️⬆️⬆️

Warnings: NSFW MDNI

My first smut on here, please enjoy, I’m using bullet points for this time! Thanks for the request anon!

It was your very first time performing at KCON, especially performing your risqué Collab song in front of so many people.

Your partner, Son Hyunwoo, Shownu of Monsta X, a big beefy man, a third Gen idol, known for sensual performances and his good looks.

Seonghwa knew the man, he was friends with him. Hell, the entirety of ateez was friends with Monsta X. He admired them.

But seeing his lover, another idol, L/N Y/N performing with said man, was another story.

Especially the outfit she was wearing to match his. The crop top that reached just below her breasts, a black harness wrapped around her chest, that pushed up her breasts just right.

The skirt she wore, just barely covering anything to the naked eye.

How could she wear such a thing, especially with the way Shownu was touching her, his hands reaching to her waist.

The pair swaying to the music, her vocals reverberating in the air.

Seonghwa was gripping the chairs armrest, no one knew of their relationship, yet here she is, dancing like no one else is in the room but shownu and her.

Oh he could hear the rumors now. Shownu and Y/N in a relationship. Only Seonghwa and her, plus the rest of his members, would know the truth.

The rest of ateez could see just how hard Seonghwa was clenching his jaw.

“Is everything alright, Seonghwa?” Hongjoong had asked, he was concerned.

He snapped out of his trance and took a look at his leader.

“No. She didn’t tell me about this performance. I mean, I knew she was gonna perform with someone, she never showed me her new song.”

His jaw was clenched tightly once again, eyes darting over to the stage.

She had just finished her performance.

It had ended with her in Shownu’s arms, his hand resting on her face, chests pressed together. Faces inches apart.

It really was just fan service.

Seonghwa knew that, but he couldn’t help feeling angry and jealous, he wouldn’t admit being jealous, no.

Seonghwa took this chance to leave his group dressing room and take off to hers.

After ushering out all of her stuff, saying it was important. They left him be. I

She already knew she was in trouble after the performance. She always told Seonghwa everything, but she wanted this performance to be a surprise.

She left the stage, hugging her Collab partner goodbye.

As she slowly trudged to her dressing room, she felt a pit in her stomach begin to form.

Just what has she got herself into..

“Took you long enough. You know what you did, so you took your sweet little time getting to me.”

The door behind her was locked shut.

“Hwa-“

“Don’t Hwa me, get on the couch and strip.”

Her eyes had widened, she didn’t realize her performance would make him this upset.

She knew if she spoke another word it would just rile him up more.

She removed her garments and sat on the couch, completely bare.

Her lover basked in her beautiful body.

“Always so lovely for me.”

He approached her, loosening his bottoms.

“Lean back.”

As he sat next to her, his hand slipping over to her dripping heat, excited over just the bare minimum.

“You must’ve known how I’d react, you’re already so wet for me, naughty.”

She could feel seonghwa’s smirk against her neck.

“Seonghwa please.”

He slapped her inner thigh, “Who said you could speak? Bad girls don’t get to talk.”

Soon enough he plunged two fingers in, not even prepping her for the second finger.

It was her punishment after all.

“You should have told me about this performance beforehand. Maybe then I wouldn’t have been so upset.”

“Then again, he was handsy and so were you. I probably still would’ve been upset.”

She gripped his forearms as he pumped his digits deep inside her. His thumb occasionally lifting up to paw at her clit.

“Should I even let the bad girl cum? I don’t think I should.”

She whimpered and writhed, overwhelmed with the pleasure he was giving her.

She needed to cum, how could he not let her?

He smirked at the distraught yet pleasured look on her face.

Curling his fingers up towards the spongy walls, he whispered in her ear.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum.”

He removed his fingers.

“Get dressed, no touching yourself until we’re home. I have a performance to get to.”

She was shocked nonetheless as he left her high and dry.

She regretted that performance.

#ateez smut #Seonghwa smut #Seonghwa x reader #ateez #ateez x reader

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jikookerie · 27 days

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Hii! Do you have a favourite performance outfit for Jikook? I'm curious!

Hi Wingzie!

Yes, I do! Thanks for asking. My favorite is definitely the Black and White Prom Party Festa performance. Why? Because at that time they were frequently referred to as the black and white couple and they chose to embody that with this performance. 🥰 Plus starting the performance as 🐰🐥 was 👌🏼 perfect. My second favorite is the reason I started down this Jikookie journey and that was the black and white tuxedos that they wore for their Arirang performance at KCon France 2016. Actually, the too cool for school fan meeting at that KCon is why I became a Jikookie. And that is why my icon is them holding hands in those outfits all these years later.

Borahe 💜,

Jikookerie

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#jikook #kookmin #ask

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hazeracha · 1 year

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• // kcon la // •

pairing // chan x reader

warning // fluff, chan’s kcon la outfit ( yes that is a warning! )

wc: 1.5k

A/N I am also going to include text messages in this story just for my own enjoyment because I enjoy reading them so much, and will probably be using them as additional parts to chapters like this one > texts with chan < or chan’s room episodes that don’t have enough content to write to write about.

The flight from Seoul to LA was a long one, meaning you had time to wait until you got any updates from Chan. You hoped he would take this opportunity to catch up on some sleep but the chances of that were slim.

As you waited for an update you decided to catch up on some work and also tidy up around the dorm. You didn’t move anything just tidied, you hated it when people moved your stuff around so you left everything as it was like always. You just dusted and hoovered a little whilst also doing some of their laundry and leaving it in their rooms. It’s not that their dorm was dirty it just needed a little clean up and you knew they would appreciate it when they got back, it’s something you often did when you spent any time in the dorms alone.

You heard the sound of your phone buzzing from beside you as you worked on your laptop, which you had been doing for the last couple of hours. You reached for your phone the first thing you noticed was Chan’s contact lighting up your screen. It was a screenshot of Chan you had taken during one of your many FaceTime calls. Your eyes were also drawn to the top left of your phone screen, it was currently 8:57 and you hadn’t had dinner yet. Quickly answering your phone you propped your phone up and left it sitting on Chan’s desk that you were currently sitting at.

“Hey,” you heard Chan’s voice from the other side of the phone. He sounded tired.

“Hey, babe. Are you at the hotel?”

“Yeah, we just arrived so I thought I would give you a call to let you know we all arrived safely. Sorry for not messaging you, the airport was just really stressful. There were so many people waiting on us arriving and the staff were struggling, just too much was happening.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. You don’t need to apologise. Okay?” You interrupted him from his rant, you could see Chan, sitting somewhere in his hotel room and running a hand through his hair and rubbing his thighs.

“Wait! Have you still not left the dorm?”

“No. I left just after you to go and get some food. I don’t think I would have been able to survive with what you had in here,” You joked.

“Come on it's not that bad.” You laughed and Chan followed as you watched him throw his head back but it was short-lived, when his face dropped once again. It’s almost as if you could see the wheels in his head turning as he thought.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just that everything that happened at the airport is stressing me out. There were so many people and the staff were struggling, I know it’s not my problem to deal with but I always do my best to help and today I just feel like everything was a little out of hand. I know it’s not the first time it’s happened either and it’s definitely not the last I just wish there was something more I could do to help. But most importantly just make everyone safe.”

Chan always gave straightforward answers and told the truth when you asked him this question because he knew you could see right through him and would immediately know if he was lying. Of course, sometimes he didn’t want to talk about it, which you also understood and knew he would tell you when he was ready or sometimes not at all.

“Plus Lee Know is travelling alone tomorrow which is also stressing me out more, and honestly I think all I need is a hug.” He laughed and you felt your heart shatter at his last words but quickly remembered something you had packed in his case the night before.

“I’m sorry I can’t give you the thing you need most right now. But maybe I can give you the next best thing, go and check your case.” You watched as Chan rushed over to his case, sitting his phone on the floor so you could see him unzipping the case and throwing everything out. He looked at you with a confused expression as his case lay empty in front of him and he still couldn’t find the item you were talking about.

“It’s literally right there in your hand silly.”

He looked at the hoodie he was holding in his hands still with confusion before he finally realised what hoodie it was. Chan gave you this a couple of months ago when you were staying over and you just never gave it back. This wasn’t unusual between the two of you so he easily forgot about the many things he gave you and knew it would show up again eventually.

That or one of the other members stole the item he was missing.

“I was wondering where this went. I’m not going to take it off. Ever!”

“Your disgusting, you're going to need to take it off to perform. There is no way the staff are letting you perform in that.”

“I can be very persuasive”

“Oh, I’m sure you can. But I already planned for this soo... I put one of my perfumes in your toiletries bag so you can wash the hoodie”

He disappears from the phone screen and you can hear the sounds of objects falling on the bathroom floor as he empties yet another bag. He appears back in your view with the biggest smile on his face, well it’s certainly the biggest you have seen since he arrived in LA. Sometimes it was the smallest things that made him the happiest and not big grand gestures, just small things that reminded him you still cared and were always thinking about him.

You continued to talk to Chan for another couple of hours, both of you getting food and talking about his schedule for the next couple of days before deciding it was time to call it a night and get some rest.

But before you went to bed you had one more thing to do.

> Y/N - Felix are you busy rn?

Felix > No, is everything alright?

> Y/N - Yeah everything’s fine but can you do me a favour?

Felix > Of course, anything for you noona…

> Y/N - Can you go and give Chan a BIG HUG from me before going to bed please??

Felix > Give me 5 minutes!!!

Felix > Mission complete 🫡

> Y/N - Thank you lix!!, I’m going to bed now. Have a good day/night. Love you 💙

Felix > Goodnight noona, Love you too 💙

Before falling asleep your phone lights up and you see a message from Chan

Channie > I LOVE YOU!!!!

> Y/N - I LOVE YOU TOOO!!!

You were waiting for Chan to phone you after his performance at KCON, and of course, as you were waiting you scrolled through social media to see any updates that were posted about the boys, and it’s safe to say you were shocked. You had gotten so used to Chan wearing crop tops for his stage performances and wearing baggy clothes at home, that you had forgotten what he looked like with tight-fitted clothing. Even though you see him shirtless most of the time there is just something so attractive about seeing his muscles tense underneath the tight clothing. It’s safe to say Chan would definitely have a few strong-worded messages to read when he gets off stage.

You continue scrolling for another couple of minutes before your phone started to ring and chan's contact appeared on the screen.

"I Hate you," Chan said the second you answered the phone.

"Woah, what a way to greet your girlfriend," you replied placing a hand on your chest. You knew he was joking but you played along. "Do you want me to hang up? Is this a bad time or... "

"No, don't hang up. I'm just embarrassed and the boys keep asking me why I was smiling and laughing at my phone."

"Aww, I didn't know it was that bad. You started your nervous giggling just from my messages. I didn't know I had such an effect on you."

"Ya!!! Stop it. Your gonna make it so much worse if any of them hear you.”

"I'm sorry. You just make it too easy."

"See Chan hyung. Noona gets it, you are such an easy person to fluster and wind up. Which is why you're our favourite person to tease and are always our first target" Seungmin appears from behind Chan putting both hands on his shoulders and shaking him.

"Hey Seungmin, how are you?" You asked and watched as he took Chan's phone and sat on one of the couches in the waiting room.

You and Seungmin plus another couple of the members spoke for a while before they had to leave and go to the hotel for the night. Chan phoned you again before going to bed and told you some news that quite possibly made your night. Just before hanging up the phone and saying your goodbyes, Chan flipped the camera showing his stage outfit hanging up. You were already excited about chan coming home but now you were ecstatic.

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