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skzdarlings · 3 months

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i do ; skz ; felix x reader

requested by anonymous: ' I would love if you could use these prompts...on Felix x fem reader:❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜I love possessive Felix, istg i would give amything to have him' plus two anonymous requests for: 'i'd say you need someone to put you in your place' for felix.

pairing: lee felix/reader content info: look this request was for possessive!felix and so possessive!felix i delivered. he is a little weirdo in this tbh. but i think after all my anti-rich-guy stories, i have earned the right for one problematic possessive mafia boss who throws his money and his dick around hahaha. so yes, possessive!felix, virgin!reader, wedding night, arranged marriage, felix being a criminal boss, insta-love. reader's backstory involves a verbally abusive/neglectful family. explicit sexual content. word count: 4000 words.

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

enjoy <3

Your new husband is astoundingly pretty. You expected a different face to be waiting at the end of the wedding aisle: harsh, old, scarred. Maybe, if you let yourself fantasize, he would be handsome in a rugged way.

You were not expecting Felix. Slender, delicate Felix with his high cheekbones and freckles, his dark eyes and feather-soft blonde hair. He smiled a dimpled smile as your father surrendered your hand.

That surrender was a visual representation of a literal transaction. You were a bartering tool to save your father’s business. You knew an arranged marriage was inevitable when a few trades went sour and the company went bankrupt. The family could only maintain relevancy and safety through a match to someone more powerful.

Lee Felix is the heir to a very dirty criminal syndicate that blends in high society. Everyone knows their money is blood-spattered, but they throw a good party and the jewels sparkle the same.

You knew his name long before the wedding. Of course you knew his name. But you did not know his face. You expected a devil, not a vision of divinity, resplendent in white and gold.

Your heart has not stopped racing since he first lifted your veil and kissed you with lips softer and gentler than your grandest fantasies.

Now you are perched on a lavish bed in a beautiful penthouse suite. The walls are windows, externally tinted but offering you a glorious view of the glittering cityscape at night. You wonder how much of the city your new husband owns.

Would that be an impertinent question? It is not as though there is any real charade to play; this is not a love match and there is no sense pretending otherwise. Enquiring after financial assets is arguably appropriate insofar as business goes.

Then the door opens and your new husband enters. All thoughts of business flitter into nothing, an insignificant detail next to your wedding night. A night with this powerful and beautiful stranger.

“Are you nervous?” he asks in a voice so deep it keeps surprising you. It suits his angelic appearance in a way, something so captivating about its low tones, effortlessly melodic. But that melody is coloured darkly in its depth, scratching a shiver up your spine. When he speaks, it feels like he is trailing his fingers up your back in a curious, searching touch.

He looks at you with as much depth, dark eyes penetrating as he circles the bed. He has been nothing but polite, but you can’t help but feel like prey being circled by a predator.

Even more concerning, you can’t help but like it. Since the moment he took your hand, his eyes have not left you. It is almost overwhelming. You have been invisible your whole life. No one ever looked at you. No one ever wanted you. Your father scared off anyone who tried.

Felix is not just anyone. Anyone sensible would be scared of him.

You are also not just anyone.

“No,” you answer.

“Really?” He lifts a curious eyebrow.

You are both in your wedding clothes, all white and gold. Your veil is draped over a chair in the corner. He puts his coat there too.

He never looks away from you, rolling his shirtsleeves up his forearms as he approaches the bed.

“May I ask, why not?” he asks. It’s a funny question, so polite but only posed because he knows his own reputation. He knows what you must think of him. The bloodshed, the ruthlessness, the merciless command he holds over his family’s legacy. He might look unassuming, but he is not to be trifled with. That gentle exterior could be unnerving to some people, even more than an outward brute.

But you have dealt with those brutes your whole life. An abusive father, cruel brother, an uncaring mother. Hurt, neglected, ignored.

Tonight, while you circled the reception to greet everyone, your father and brother pulled you aside. Your mother had already berated you on the details of your appearance, but they were reprimanding you for every other misstep.

You almost burst into tears, tired and frightened. You were so afraid you would never escape them. Even at your wedding, on the cusp of a new life, they were dragging you around, kicking and screaming.

Then you felt a tap on your shoulder. Bang Chan, one of Felix’s most trusted agents, stood there with a forced but cordial smile. He looked at you and not your family.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said. “Your husband is asking for you. Please, come with me.”

Your father sputtered indignantly, unaccustomed to such blatant disrespect for his authority. Chan said nothing to him, simply offered you his arm. He also opened his jacket to flash the gun in his chest holster. Your family had their weapons stripped before entering the reception. It was a subtle reminder of who was really in charge.

So your father and brother were left sputtering helplessly as Chan escorted you across the room. Felix was sitting with some of his men, smiling his bright smile and looking like any happy young groom.

That sunny face faltered when he saw your morose expression. His glance passed to your family, a flicker of anger in his gaze. Then he smiled at you and held out a welcoming arm.

“Come here,” he said. “Sit with me a bit. Please.” That deep voice. You felt it like a touch inside you. He had recited the scripted vows earlier. This invitation was his first real address.

You nodded. Your legs were shaky from the confrontation, never mind the wobble from your heels. Your feet hurt. Sitting would be a relief if nothing else.

There was an empty seat behind Felix. It was the type of seat you were usually given: at the back where you could be forgotten.

Once you were within reach, Felix grabbed you around the waist. Your breath caught as you stumbled towards him. He caught you and held you. Then you were sitting in his lap, your dress draped everywhere, a glittering ivory prize perched safe and pretty on his knee. He wrapped a possessive arm around your middle.

It was more than a power play. It was one thing to put you on his lap and show your family that he owned you now, but it was another for him to frown as he touched the painfully tight pearl belt around your waist.

“Why is this so tight?” he asked, looking at you with concern.

“I’m sorry,” you said automatically, in the habit of grovelling whenever someone took a disappointed tone. “My mother,” you spoke softly, not wanting the rest of the table to hear.

He leaned closer to you, offering you his ear directly. A whisper was all you managed, unaccustomed to such attention.

“They’re real pearls,” you whispered. “Very expensive. Very fine. Too fine for me. My mother had the belt made small so I would remember to act worthy of them. Sit straight. Not over-eat. You know.”

He frowned, his brow furrowing. Instinct compelled you to soothe that displeasure, laughing like you were not upset.

“It’s all right,” you said. “She’s right. They are very fine pearls.”

“It’s not all right,” Felix said. He looked at you, held your gaze in his own. You found yourself counting his freckles. “Do you like it?” he asked.

Maybe it was his display of power. Maybe it was his arm around you. Maybe it was the freckles. He looked so sweet, so sincere. You could not bring yourself to lie. Though you had defended your cruel family all your life, the truth fell from your lips in a rough exhale.

“No.” You felt tears in your eyes. “I know it’s expensive. I know it’s beautiful. But I’ve never hated anything more.”

He held your gaze, your watery eyes in the dark depths of his own.

Then he grabbed the belt by a thin material strand and yanked. A couple pearls popped right off and scattered. The rest dangled on the belt, an absurd amount of wealth in his hand.

Felix tossed it over his shoulder like it was garbage. Then he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you against him.

You chanced a look at your family. They were scandalized. Horrified. And you breathed easier for the first time in a long time. You have long suffered the oppressive strangle of control masquerading as love. His protective arm felt nothing like that pearl belt.

So you look at him now. You strive to articulate all these feelings. You are not used to speaking and having someone listen.

“I can’t explain it,” you say. “Maybe it’s foolish. But I… I just feel like I was meant to be here. With you. Like this.”

Your heart jumps at his expression, a luminous pleasure that brightens this dimly lit room.

“That’s funny,” he says. “I feel the same way.”

You swallow as he sits beside you. Slowly, touch by touch, breath by breath, he is bringing your bodies together. His knee touches yours, his arm your arm. He folds his hands in his lap but he is close enough you can count his freckles again.

“I need to be honest with you,” he says. “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. A year ago. At the winter masquerade.”

You look at him with surprise. All at once, his eyes come back to you, gazing at you behind a golden bird mask at the annual winter social. You couldn’t place the handsome stranger at the time. His hair was dark then, his face in a mask. He did not speak. His distinctive voice would have given him away.

He danced one dance with you, the only person who danced with you all night. You were later reprimanded for behaving like a slut, even though he touched your waist and nothing more.

“You were very kind,” he says. “I watched you with the staff. You were the only one in that whole room to say please and thank you to them – did you know that?” He sighs and looks away, thoughts travelling beyond this room. “I came from nothing,” he says. “My family… we fought to get where we are now. But I remember, you know. What it feels like to be the smallest and least important person in the room.”

You sit straighter when he looks at you. Oh, your heart has not slowed its thunder. Excitement and affection swirl together in a motley tempest of sensation, touched by his words and yearning for more. You thought you had been sold to an uncaring bidder, but Felix touches you slowly, like he would a very fine work of art. His knuckles caress your cheek, the slope of your jaw.

“I thought…” He looks at you reverently. “I thought… I would do anything to preserve that goodness. I would protect it. Like your family wasn’t.” His brow furrows now, a shadow of his face. “They would have ruined you.”

His hand continues, knuckles skimming down your throat, your shoulder, your arm. You shiver. He has a terrible scar, scoring the whole back of his hand. A stark difference to your unblemished hand, your manicured nails against his calloused fingers.

He says, “I know what it’s like to be ruined.”

You look from your hands to his face, his handsome profile, the slope of his nose and his soft lips. He is still looking at your joined hands.

“I wasn’t always like this,” he says. “I’d give anything to have my innocence back. But I can’t.”

He lifts your hand, cradles it between both of his like something precious. Your breath catches when he kisses your palm, lips soft against your skin.

“So I told myself, I would do anything to save yours,” he says. He looks almost… afraid. An expression you never expected to see on this man. “So I destroyed your father’s business,” he says. “It was all me. I knew he would never give you to a man like me unless he had no choice. He would have given you away to one of his friends and they would have broken you. But you were already mine. So I left him no choice but to see things my way.”

“Oh,” you say, surprised beyond all words.

“I wanted you to know before anything… happens… between us,” he says. “But I understand if your feeling are complicated. Or if you… fear me.”

Your father has often boasted how many men fear him. It does not sound like a boast from Felix, rather something lamentable. His face is shadowed in shame.

“My feelings are not complicated,” you say. He is still holding your hand in both of his. You lay your other hand there, a complete joining.

He meets your gaze, an intense and imploring stare.

“I’m not my father’s daughter anymore,” you say. “I’m my husband’s wife. My loyalty is to you. My place is with you.”

“Yes,” he says, spoken on a breath. His smile returns. “Your place. I’d say you need someone to put you in your place. Your rightful place.”

He springs off the bed like there is lightning under his feet. He is all smiles and sunlight again, a beacon in the blue dark of this room. You cannot help but bask in his warmth, bereft in the chill when he leaves your side.

He takes something from his discarded coat pocket, a case swathed in velvet, soft to the touch. You hold it, admiring the texture.

He kneels behind you on the bed while you open it. Inside is the most breathtaking necklace you have ever seen in your life. When you lift it, the chain is long, designed to sit low, loose around your neck. No more chokers. No more pearls.

“Oh, Felix,” you say, breathless and amazed, then very embarrassed. You are not used to such lovely gifts. Even the pearls were a punishment. “I can’t accept this…” you say, stunned.

“You can,” he says.

He takes the clasp then strings the necklace around you. His fingers on the nape of your neck have you shivering. The necklace clasps in place, then his lips are on your neck, a chaste press that nonetheless lights fire under your skin. “It was made for you,” he says. “Like you were made for me.”

He takes the zipper of your gown between two careful fingers, so slowly lowering it. It feels like you are unravelling with it. The zipper reaches the base of your spine and his fingertips dance across your bare skin.

He steps off the bed. He looks down at you, his eyes intense but his smile soft. He touches your cheek, strokes his thumb across it lovingly.

Then he is sinking to his knees in front of you. You already feel weak as jelly, but your whole body goes soft and pliant when he gently grasps your ankle, when he slides your painful shoe off your foot and tosses it aside. He somehow finds every sore spot and rubs it better.

“This is how it works,” he says. He is on his knees but somehow his presence looms bigger than you. You cannot look away from the thrall of his gaze. “You are my wife. And when we are out there, I am your servant.” He takes your other foot and removes that shoe as well. He massages you gently. “I will never deny you anything,” he says. “You can ask me for anything. All right? I will give you the whole world. I will give you my whole heart. In return, I only want one thing.”

“What’s that?” you ask, already breathless.

“I am your husband,” he says, “and in here, you are my servant. Only I can touch you. Only I will have you. All of you. In every way. Always, starting from today. Starting from right now.”

“Yes. Yes. But I – I’ve never done this before,” you say, aching to surrender but fearful he will regret this. Though you are knowledgeable, you are lacking in experience from years of isolation. “I’ve been alone for so long,” you say. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You don’t,” he says. He lifts your leg, swoops down to kiss your calf, then higher: your knee, your thigh. “You could never,” he says, guiding your leg to rest on his shoulder. He gathers the volume of your wedding dress in his hands and pushes it up, up.

You almost forget to breathe. He kisses higher on your thigh. Then he grabs the thin material of your white tights and rips them open.

“You’re mine,” he says. “You’ve always been mine.”

You fall back on your elbows, limbs already quivering as he tears through your underclothes as if impatiently ripping open a prettily wrapped gift. With your expensive lace panties shredded and your tights in tatters, he pushes your skirts up and out of his way. You hold them while he kisses up your thigh. He runs his tongue along the seam between your thigh and somewhere much more sensitive.

“No one else has done this to you?” he asks. He already looks flushed. Desperate.

“No,” you answer. You swallow hard. “Never.” You know some men do not enjoy providing this type of pleasure to their wives, so you are about to tell him that you have no expectations in that regard—

But then he is on you like a starving man, eyes closed and mouth open and licking through all that wet desire. You fall on your back, pressing your heel into his back. He groans, pressing deeper, tongue seeking, swiping, stroking.

He grips your thighs possessively, holding you in place as he ravages you with his mouth. He takes you up and over a blissful crest. It leaves you a drenched and panting mess.

He stands, wiping his arm across his wet mouth. He does not look satisfied, eyes still hungry as he climbs on top of you.

“My wife,” he says, like the word is sacred and impossible, like he thought a man like him could never say it. “All mine,” he says, running his hands up your thighs, up your waist, touching every inch of you until he is cradling your face delicately in his careful but calloused hands.

It makes your whole body clench up tightly, your breath stuttering as he kisses you. You melt into the kiss, so different from the chaste peck of your ceremony. It is a claiming kiss, the taste of you still on his lips, his moan in your mouth, his chest against yours as those sounds of pleasure rumble through him.

He tugs down your bodice, then he is ripping through your underclothes again. When your bodice is around your waist and your chest is bare except for his necklace, you find yourself covering your breasts instinctively. He takes your hands, not forcefully but firmly, holding your gaze. His mouth is already so pink and raw from kissing. You wonder if you look as ravished. Maybe more. It makes you whimper, surrendering when he pins your hands on either side of your head.

“This is mine,” he says, kissing your jaw, your throat, then lower. “All mine, sweetheart.”

He wraps his lips around a pointed nipple and you feel the reaction between your legs, as if connected by a thread. Your legs try to close around his hips but he presses down. The crumpled skirt of your dress is between you, but he feels your thighs clenching, feels you desperately bucking.

Even his chuckle is a deep sound. He smiles at you, batting his eyelashes as he licks the curve of your breast. Your whole body twitches again.

“Mm,” he says. “You feel that? You getting all tight… and hot… just for me…”

“Felix,” you say, you beg.

He sits back on his heels to get your wedding dress off. It is a flurry of ivory and silk, earning some laughter, then it is gone and your husband is staring down at you. Again, you feel like prey, like a meal spread out helplessly for some predatory creature. Again, you like it.

He is just as impatient with his own clothes. He does not look away from you while tearing his shirt open. Buttons fly, forgotten, and he rips the material down his arms and off. His belt is next, leather whistling through the air then joining the heap on the floor. He grabs your hand and guides it to the hard shape in his white pants, groaning deep in his chest as your palm curves around it.

You are so captivated him, by the way he feels, by the sounds he makes, that you are surprised when he touches you too. Your legs part instinctively, then your thighs twitch to close when you are embarrassed by your eagerness.

“Don’t be shy,” he says. “Not with me.” His fingers feel divine inside you, gliding as if through silk, pressing at your walls and making you whimper. “Yeah, my baby. So nice… ‘n wet… for me…” he murmurs, more to himself than you. It still makes you clench, like your body wants him deeper, pulling tight around him. “God. Perfect.”

“Aren’t we g-gonna—” Your eyes drop to his waistband, then up to his eyes again.

He smiles, laughs, and withdraws his fingers slowly.

“Oh yeah, sweetheart,” he says, unbuttoning his pants. “We are. Be patient. You’re gonna enjoy this. Gonna remember this night forever.” He leans down so his body is over yours. He kisses you, presses you into the pillows. When he pulls back, he traces a finger along the necklace, smiling brightly. “The first time I made you mine,” he says, speaking low and soft against your lips. “I’m going to do everything with you,” he says. “And you’re gonna want it. All of it and more.”

He has you begging for more already. When he finally is pushing inside you, after so much torturous build-up, you are a breathless, sweaty tangle of limbs. It feels like he is pinning you to the mattress, taking you so deep and so hard, like your whole body is changing to fit him. There is a long, slow burn, but you are so wet and he is so careful; it is an ache that gives way to pleasure.

His arms are around you, holding him above you, making you feel so completely shielded and enveloped. He starts a slow pace that turns more frantic. Your hands move all over his chest and shoulders to find a grip.

“I love that no one else has seen you like this,” he says, grabbing your searching hand. He brings it to his mouth, kisses your palm, your fingers. He puts your hand on his shoulder, then he slides his hand under your head to cup your neck, holding you steady while he rolls his hips into yours. “That no one else has felt you before,” he says. “Been inside you. They don't get to have you, but I do.“

“Yes,” you say. “Always. My husband.”

“Mm.” He drops his forehead to yours. “My wife.”

You come again but it feels different, starting deep inside you and rolling outward, a full-body spasm that has you crying out his name. He comes too, holding you against him, his lips on your neck as he says your name.

Then he kisses you. Then he lays you down. He wraps you in his arms and squeezes.

“Sleep for now,” he says. “It’s been a long day. And I want you again.”

“You have me,” you say, nestling in his arms, your head under his chin.

“Yes,” he says with a smile. He looks so sweet even while his wicked hands hold your body in a strong, possessive grip. “I do.”

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remuslovebot · 4 months

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IVE ONLY READ A COUPLE OF UR FICS AND IM ALREADY INLOVE WITH UUUU

I was wondering if you do any x plus size reader, if not ignore this but if u do..

I was wondering if you could do a Felix Catton x plus size reader smut where she's not necessarily insecure but still doubts herself when Felix tells her she looks good in things that show off her body a bit more and then maybe some not necessarily rough (but a bit rough) but sensual smut where he like kisses her body without saying anything and like gets on his knees to like ig 'worship' the reader

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yes! I would LOVE to do felix x plus size!reader, as I myself am a plus size girly.

thank you so much for this request. I will do more fics with plus size!reader

I hope you enjoy xx

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pairing: felix catton x plus size! reader

warnings: smut! minors dni 💋, body insecurity, tooth rotting fluff, felix being a lover boi, angst to fluff if you squint, oral fem! receiving.

“Felix,” you giggled, pulling away from his grasp. His hands were on your thighs, the plush skin comforting Felix.

He pouted in response, reaching out for you. “No, I want to hold you,” Felix said, giving you his iconic puppy dog look.

You couldn’t say no that face, so you let him wrap his body around you. Your head tucked into his chest, as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I do have to go soon. I need to change my clothes for dinner,” you said, after a few moments.

Felix knew dinner was soon and his mother had ridiculous standards of dressing up for the last meal of the day. “I don’t want to let you go,” Felix said softly.

“Well you might have to. My dress will take forever to get into,” you rolled you eyes playfully.

“Will it be easy to take off?” Felix smirked, looking down at you as you pulled away from his warm and comfortable embrace.

“Felix,” you blushed a bright shade of pink. You stood up and wrapped your arms around your waist. Felix smiled up at you with a look of praise.

The last rays of sunshine hit your face and to Felix you looked like an angel. “You’re beautiful, you know that right?” He said, reaching out for your hands and moving them to your side.

You only nodded slightly. Sometimes you didn’t feel beautiful. And you didn’t fully understand what Felix saw in you. Every girl at Oxford and he chose you…it didn’t make any sense in your brain.

But Felix only wanted you. He loved you and the way your school clothes fit around your body. Felix loved your thighs and how they fit around his large hands. At night, you were warm against his chest, while he held you close to him.

“I have to go change, Felix,” you said, walking out of this room and down the hallway to yours.

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After changing into your dress, you walked down the stairs to the dinner table. Felix was already at the dinner table, talking with Venetia.

When you stepped into the room all eyes turned to you. Felix’s heart stopped, you were breathtakingly beautiful. Your sapphire dress hugged your curves in all the right places. Your hair was shiny and out of your face. Felix noted that your eyes looked like a doe’s. Innocent and beautiful, full of hope and life.

You took your seat across the table from Felix and the dinner commenced.

Dinner was pretty normal, there was gossip from poor dear Pamela and Elsbeth. Farleigh and Oliver bickered like an old married couple, Venetia drank a bottle of wine, and you and Felix couldn’t keep your eyes off one another.

After dinner you slipped into your room. Infront of your mirror you began to take off the dress from dinner, pawing at the zipper in the back.

You couldn’t quite reach it and you groaned in frustration. You’d left the bathroom door slightly open and Felix, hearing your groan and was curious, knocked on the door.

“Everything alight, love,” Felix asked, walking up behind you.

“I can’t get the zipper,” you blushed.

“May I?” He asked, reaching for your back.

You nodded, “please,” you smiled softly.

Felix moved a hand to the zipper and unzipped your gown. The zipper went along your curves and Felix’s breath caught in his throat.

With the zipper undone, you shrugged off the dress. Felix was still behind you, both of you looking at your form in the mirror. “Y/n, you’re gorgeous,” Felix said softly.

You looked at him through the reflection in the glass. “Why me Felix?” You asked. Felix’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Why you, what?” He asked.

“Out of all the beautiful — skinny — girls you could have chosen. Why did you chose me?” You asked.

Felix’s arms wrapped protectively around your waist. His head went to the crook of your neck and you made eye contact in the mirror.

“I love your body. I love how you show it off for me. You fit so perfectly against me, within me,” he whispered in your ear.

You leaned into him and Felix kissed your neck. “I chose you because I want you,” he said simply.

He turned you around to face him, hands still on your waist. You looked up at him softly. “Thank you Felix, you have no idea what your reassurance means,” you said.

Felix nodded and leaned into kiss you softly. Then when he pulled say he said, “Let me worship you.”

You nodded and Felix trailed a hand down your waist and to your panty line. He hooked a finger into the fabric and pulled your panties down to the floor.

Felix trailed kisses from your neck, down to your stomach and then to you hip. He then got on down on his knees, reaching your center.

His hands went up your thighs, one hand moving in between your folds. “So wet for me already,” Felix praised.

You stifled a moan and looked down at Felix on his knees for you. It was a lovely sight. He moved a finger to your clit, rubbing tiny circles. He looked up at your face, it was full of pleasure. Felix felt himself harden.

Removing his finger, he replaced it with his lips. His lips connected with your clit and you let out a moan. Felix sucked and kissed at your bud, worshiping you and the ground you walked on.

As he continued to eat you out, a knot in your stomach formed. Felix licked and sucked like a mad man, starving. Your moans and whimpers only spurring him on. Your legs grew weak, even in Felix’s hold.

His hands were wrapped around your thighs tightly.

“That’s my good girl,” Felix moaned in between kisses, the vibrations hitting your pussy. You shuddered and knew you were close to your release.

“Felix, I’m close,” you moaned. Felix continued his motions. “Cum for me darling, be my good girl,” he said.

You came into his mouth, riding his face as your rode out your high. “Felix,” you moaned, your hand moving to his head. Your ran your fingers through his hair.

Felix licked up the mess and got up from his spot on the floor. He smiled at you, proud of himself for making you feel so good.

“There’s more where that came from I promise,” Felix said. You blushed in return. “You’re perfect for me dove. If you ever need reminding, just tell me. I’m yours,” Felix said softly, cupping your chin and leaning down to kiss you.

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candylix · 7 days

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plus one and a half | lee felix & han jisung

Pairing • BF!Felix x Fem!Reader x Jisung

Summary • A friends wedding is coming up, and Jisung asks you and Felix if you're bringing any plus ones. You are actually— each other. Because you're dating now. You'd think Jisung would congratulate you, or say something positive, but instead he laughs and doesn't believe it. Whatever it takes, you're going to make him accept that you're telling the truth.

Genre • smut, reverse fake dating au where you are actually dating but no one believes you

WC • 3k

Content • making out, dry humping, unprotected sex, piv penetration, threesome, clit stimulation, overstimulation, masturbation, groping, rough sex, felix is a bit inexperienced but jisung helps him out

"Did you guys bring any dates?" Jisung asks. He leans forward in his recliner, curious as to what you and Felix would say. You both sat on the couch, the warm lighting of the living room painting a cozy atmosphere in the cottage you were staying at.

You, Felix, and Jisung had been invited to a friends wedding. You came a week early, split an Airbnb, and treated it like a vacation. The location they picked was so beautiful, it would be a shame to only be there for a day or two.

Of course, you were allowed to bring a plus one to the wedding, but you all had been single for so long that the idea of having a date for the wedding was laughable.

At least it was, until very recently.

You and Felix look at each other, knowing glances adorned on your faces. You had only been dating for a month, and you've kept quiet about it in case things didn't work out. If you decided this wasn't right for you, you could go back to being friends without the hassle of having to tell anyone about it.

However, things have been going better than expected, and even though it's only been a month, you can see how well you two fit together. He's already better than your last partner.

"Actually," Felix starts, and looks to you for confirmation. You nod, and he continues. "We're going together." He gestures at the two of you.

"Well you're going with me too," Jisung says, "but I meant, like, a romantic date."

"It is a romantic date. We're dating," you say. This is the first time you've told anyone about this, and you feel butterflies in your stomach.

Jisung takes a pause to look at you, then to Felix, then back at you.

He releases a full belly laugh.

"You? And Felix? Together?" Jisung says. He thought it was completely absurd.

"What's so funny about that?" you ask. You had no idea he'd react like this.

"Come on. I know the guys you've dated. You go for like... cool, detached guys. Guys that wear biker jackets and ride motorcycles and don't know how to talk about their feelings. Not soft guys like Felix," Jisung says, "no offense."

"I don't know what to tell you, Jisung. We've been dating for a month now," Felix says.

"You know, you can just tell me you're embarrassed to go to the wedding without dates. I get it."

You cross your arms. It's true that Felix is different from who you normally date, but is it so hard to believe?

"Jisung, come on," you say.

"If you want to convince people you're not alone, I could go with you instead," Jisung says, winking at you.

"Uh... I'll just go with my boyfriend."

Felix's head snaps to look at you. You've never used that word with him, and the surprise is visible on his face.

"See, even Felix is surprised to be your boyfriend," Jisung teases.

"No, it's just.." Felix starts, "I didn't know we were there yet." A smile builds on his face, and you could just melt at the way he looks at you. "I like it."

He leans in for a quick kiss, a small celebration of the change in your relationship status.

"You're gonna have to better than that," Jisung says.

Felix's eyebrows furrow in frustration.

"What, do you want us to make out?"

"If you're trying to sell it, then really sell it. Otherwise no one is gonna buy it."

You sigh, and crawl onto Felix's lap, straddling him on the couch. His eyes widen in surprise, not expecting the sudden boldness. It's not unwelcome though, and he finds himself a little turned on.

"Jisung's being annoying, so let's just do it."

"O-okay."

This relationship is still new to you, so you don't know everything he likes yet, but you hope this will at least convince Jisung.

You cup Felix's cheeks and lean in, pressing your lips against his. He smiles into the kiss, and his fingers thread your hair. You part your mouth when you feel his tongue asking for entrance, quiet moans passing between your lips as he explores.

His hands travel down your back, lowering to your hips and pulling you towards him. You feel something rub against your core, and absentmindedly rock against it. He deepens the kiss, tongues melding together while he presses his body further into you.

You can feel his bulge getting harder as you grind into him. He groans at the feeling, and his hands reach under your shirt and up your back. You start to unbutton his shirt, getting halfway down before Jisung interrupts you.

You completely forgot he was watching.

"Great performance guys, maybe some people will believe you after all." He claps slowly at your demonstration, and you peel yourself off of Felix's face. You can't believe you were dry humping your boyfriend in front of him, and he still didn't believe you.

"I don't think anything is going to convince him at this point," Felix says. He leans into your ear. "Do you want to finish this is private?" he whispers, and you feel your core throb. You nod your head, and he stands up, lifting you up with him. You lock your legs around his waist while he holds your ass, and carries you to his room.

"Where are you guys going?" Jisung asks, standing to follow Felix, but the door is shut before he even gets a chance to take a step.

Felix drops you onto the edge of his bed, wasting no time to pull off your shirt and unclasp your bra. He unbuttons the rest of his own shirt, revealing the faint outline of his abs. Your fingers trace them, moving down his stomach and over his bulge, and he whimpers under your touch. He grasps your jaw, leaning down to kiss you while you stroke him through his pants. It doesn't take long before he pulls them down, and you help him rip off his boxers. His cock practically jumps out, already leaking from excitement.

"God, I just want to be inside you already."

He spreads your legs open for him, and he sees how wet you already are from grinding against him.

He wastes no time stretching open your entrance enough to fit himself in. You feel his dick push into your walls, hungry to feel you around him.

Inch by inch, he buries his cock into you, until he's completely bottomed you out. He pulls out slowly, and thrusts back in to hit a sensitive spot. He rocks into you at a steady pace, savoring the feeling of how tight you are around his dick.

Suddenly, the door opens, and Jisung sees exactly what you're doing. Felix freezes mid thrust, cock throbbing desperately in your pussy.

"So what-" he starts, but completely forgets what he's about to say. He doesn't know what's more shocking— the fact that you actually were together, or that you started fucking 3 seconds after leaving him alone in the living room.

He could leave, in fact he knows he should leave, but... it would be funnier to pretend he still doesn't believe them. That's definitely the reason why he stays, and not because his dick is getting hard and it's clouding his judgement.

"Wow, you guys really are committed to this bit."

"Oh my god, Jisung, go away" Felix says, grabbing the blanket to cover you both.

"Aw, come on. If you're going to fake a relationship, at least make it believable."

Jisung moves closer, ignoring the wide eyed look you both give him, and he snatches the blanket from Felix's hand to uncover you. You are both completely naked in front of him, caught in the act, but he doesn't seem to give it a second thought.

"Jisung, what are you-" you start, but he cuts you off when his finger goes to your clit, rubbing circles around it.

"See, you gotta do this if you want it to look real," he says. You twitch when he grazes over a sensitive spot, and he rubs into it with more pressure. You body acts on its own, humping into his hand, and Jisung smirks at how you react to his touches. He then lightly pushes Felix forward, and his dick plunges deeper into you. "Now keep thrusting."

Felix doesn't know why he listens, but he does as he's told. His thrusts start back up slowly, and when you open your mouth to complain about Jisung, a moan escapes instead.

"I-I think I've got it from here," Felix says, but Jisung shakes his head.

"There's so much more you could be doing to pleasure her. Like this," he says, and grabs one of your breasts. He squeezes your chest, palm rubbing over your nipple until it's erect, and then pinches it.

"Jisung!" you say in shock, but it comes out less like surprise and more like you're moaning his name. You feel Felix's cock twitch inside of you. He grabs your other breast, not wanting to be shown up by Jisung, and massages it. With both of them groping you, Jisung's finger rubbing your clit, and Felix pumping his cock in and out, you can barely think straight. Your head leans back in pure pleasure, and you can feel your orgasm quickly approaching.

"See, there you go. Look how happy she is."

Jisung watches you frantically buck against Felix, hoping to get every last inch of him inside you. Felix pumps into you faster, hitting your g-spot more forcefully, and you moan his name in a string of words that become incomprehensible the more they touch your body. Jisung doesn't let up either, and his fingers trace deeper circles around your clit. You grab Felix and pull his body closer, and his cock slams into you

"Fuck, I'm cumming," you're barely able to say, before a gush of liquid drenches Felix's cock. You fall onto the bed in exhaustion, but they don't stop. Jisung's touches on your clit and breast become softer as you ride out your high, but Felix pushes in harder and rougher. He can feel his own climax coming, and he groans as he fucks your twitching body. You're extremely sensitive, and his thrusts give you no time to recover.

A loud moan escapes Felix's lips, and his cum shoots inside you, hot white fluid coating your walls. His pace slows down, and you're finally able to catch your breath. His legs tremble as he pulls out, and he has to sit on the bed next to you.

"Not gonna lie, that made me really horny," Jisung says, and when you lift your head to look at him, you see his massive erection bulging in his pants. "Do you mind if I fuck you too?"

"Bro," Felix says, still panting as he looks up at Jisung, "I'm not gonna let you fuck my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? Whatever could you mean?" he asks, words exaggerated for dramatic effect. He's not even trying to hide the fact that he knows you're together anymore.

"Jisung, get out!" you yell, throwing a pillow at him.

"Ok, ok!" he says, and finally leaves the room. He would have to take care of the throbbing in his pants on his own, but at least he got to have some fun before he was kicked out.

Felix collapses on the bed beside you, tired from both the sex and dealing with Jisung. He looks at you, and you both crack a smile, laughing at the insane thing that just happened.

"Well... I have to admit. He knew what he was doing," Felix says.

"We should invite him again."

Felix pauses, and remembers how you reacted to his touches, moaned his name, shook under him, all because Jisung started 'helping'...

"Do you want me to call him back?"

"I mean... if you're ok with it."

He sighs, and kisses you on the forehead.

"He's already helped you orgasm once, one more isn't going to hurt my pride."

Felix pushes himself off the bed, not bothering to put his clothes back on, and leaves the room to find his friend. He doesn't see Jisung in the living room, so he's either jerking off in his room or in the bathroom.

He can hear quiet groans coming from further in the house, coming from Jisung's bedroom, and he pushes the door open. As he expected, Jisung is in there, pants down with his dick in his hand.

"Jisung," Felix says, startling the other man.

"What are you doing!?" Jisung yells, quickly pulling his pants back up to hide himself.

"Oh come on, don't act all embarrassed now."

"Can't a guy crank it out in peace? Why are you here?"

"Oh, right," Felix says, and remembers what he came here for. "Well... if you want to have sex with a real human being, you can come back to our room. But if you prefer your hand-"

"Say no more!" Jisung says, and his pants are back off before Felix can even blink. Jisung runs past him, his hard cock bouncing with every step, and rushes to come find you.

He barrels into the room, Felix a few paces behind him, and eyes your body sitting on the edge of the bed. You look delicious there, waiting for him to stuff his dick inside you.

He walks over to the bed, and stands in between your legs. His dick throbs in front of your core, but he makes no attempt to put it in. He rests his hands on your thighs.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asks.

You look down to his cock, eyes widening at what you see. He's extremely hard, so you see exactly how thick he is.

"Yes, absolutely," you say, and he smiles.

You hear Felix clear his throat, and see him standing in the doorway.

"This is just a one time thing, ok?"

"Yeah, yeah," Jisung says, shrugging his shoulders, "now get over here and help me fuck your girlfriend."

Felix quickly makes his way over to the bed, and Jisung gestures for him to sit behind you. He climbs up, and you feel his body press against your back.

His hands immediately go to your chest, and you lean back into him as he messages them. You feel his lips on your skin, a light trail of kisses left from your ear, down your jaw, and to your neck, sucking on the flesh. You tilt your head to the side, and he takes advantage of it, nipping and licking at the exposed skin. He pulls on your nipples, and you can't help the gasp that escapes you.

Jisung watches this, enjoying the show in front of him. He watches as Felix plays with your breasts, loving the way you groan under your boyfriends touches, and he almost forgets what he's here to do. He wanted to just ram his dick inside you and finally ease its frenzied throbbing, but he's here to pleasure you first and foremost.

His fingers once again find purchase on your clit, rubbing the spot he knows makes you twitch. He could almost cum just watching you writhe under him.

"This feel good?" he asks, smirking at the way you nod frantically. Of course it did, he knows exactly what he's doing.

He loves when you buck against his hand, hoping to get every last bit of friction from him as he traces rough circles around your needy cunt.

"This is going to feel even better."

He especially loves the loud moan you let out when you feel his dick stretch out your tight hole. Inch by inch, he shoves his massive cock inside you, groaning at the pressure of your walls as he fills you up.

With every push, you feel his dick press against you, too large to fit but forcing it deeper anyway, until he finally manages it all in.

"Oh my god, you're so tight," he says, voice coming out hoarse. He can't believe he gets to feel this, to feel you. His mind is clouded by lust; he just wants to fuck you like a toy, fuck you so hard you're left limp under him.

His thrusts are fast and desperate, too horny to ease you into his girth. He grabs your hips, pulling you into his cock deeper, and sounds of your wet pussy being rammed are only drowned out by your loud moans at every thrust.

Felix matches his pace, sucking down harder on your neck, and pulling harder at your breasts. Your entire body shakes from the impact of his dick pounding into you, and you can feel your orgasm coming fast from the overwhelming sensations. You don't have time to speak, their only warning of your climax coming from a loud moan as you clench around Jisung's cock, and you drench him in your cum.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, and he spasms inside you. His climax overtakes him, and he ruts harder into you as his cum fills whatever remaining space is left. He rides out his high, slowing down until he can barely stand.

Felix holds you close as you catch your breath, his arms wrap around you and his chin rests on your shoulder.

"How was that, baby? You alright?"

"Y-yes," you say, weakly, barely managing to make a sound.

"Good." He kisses your cheek, and runs his fingers through your hair. "If you're happy, I'm happy."

Jisung slumps on the bed face down. For once, he's too tired to make a joke. Too tired to stay awake even, and you hear soft snoring coming out from him.

A small laugh escapes from Felix, looking at the state Jisung's in. He turns back to you, and kisses you one more time.

"I'm gonna go get something to clean you up, ok?"

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bluejutdae · 3 months

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you prolly already know who it is but im requesting a little for whenever you feel up to it lovely <3 with either felix or seungmin maybe, hard thought or blurb or whatever. just. a lil something of them being a bit jealous and getting touchy/riled up? hehe

I know I said I don’t take request and I don’t but this is no simple request, this is for my sweet moot, and I do make the rules here, so 😌

Drawing you in my dreams (Close to you - KSM) | Seungmin x you

warnings: nsfw

Best friend Seungmin who spends most of his free time with you, watching movies, going out shopping or buying you dinner. Who insists you’re not going to pay, who stomps like an annoyed puppy when you tried anyway.

Best friend Seungmin who starts to hide you wallet just before you go out, so you can’t pay even when you try to. The first time you think you’re just distracted, the second time you start to worry. On what's probably the 10th time, you catch him dropping you wallet on your couch and you don’t have it in you to confront him cause he’s so damn much endearing.

Best friend Seungmin who insists on being your plus one on a family member wedding you don’t want to go to, who casually slips his arms around your waist and drags you closer to him whenever someone comes to talk to you. Who dotes on you and who is uncharacteristically sweet anytime an older relative jabs at you for not being married yet, who compliments at you and looks at you like you hang the moon. What a fantastic actor, uh?

He’s a terrible actor, he can’t act for shit. He thinks he’s being way too much obvious and tries to reign it in but it’s impossible, it’s like a dam broke and now all he was keeping barricaded has no chance but to flow out.

Best friend Seungmin who insists on giving you a piggy ride from the car to your apartment, 'cause your feet must hurt and 'cause you must be tired and 'cause it’s fun.

He’s terrified by the thought of letting you go. He wants today to never stop, he wants his arm to be draped over you everyday of his life.

Best friend Seungmin who lets you convince him to being dragged on the dance floor, a drink too much on the bloodstream, air too stuffy and hot. Who thinks you look a bit too much sexy in your clothes and with a thin layer of sweat clinging to your neck and upper chest.

Best friend Seungmin who takes a step back to watch you dance, lost in the music, beautiful as always. You body calling to him like a siren call.

He’s lost at sea, swinging side by side in a sea of bodies, moving like the tide is dragging him, but it doesn’t matter to him. Not then you’re his siren, calling to him. And what was that about sirens and singing to men, calling them to certain death? If that’s what death looks like, he’s going down head first. Heart first.

Best friend Seungmin who freezes instantly when a pair of stranger hands places themselves on your hips, the body of another man getting close (too close) to you. Who watches as words are said into your ear, the music loud but the pumping of his blood louder in his ears. A cold shiver down his spine, hands fisted tight.

Best friend Seungmin who closes the distance between you two and puts his hands on the strangers’, grabs them and pries them away from your skin. Best friend Seungmin who stares down at him, the coldest stare you’ve ever seen him give to someone and your breath hitches.

He can accept you paying for lunch, he can get over the fact that you never seem to realize his hyungs often make fun of him for being so smitten for you, but he’s not gonna stand and let someone touch you right on front of him.

Best friend Seungmin who, as soon as the other guy leaves, softly grabs your chin between two fingers and looks into your eyes, intense and serious, with a small frown between his eyebrows. Best friend Seungmin who shakes his head and puts his forehead on yours, who would like to scream but he only manages to say “don’t do this to me”.

Best friend Seungmin who stays still when you put your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the short hair on his neck, a little damp from sweat. Who’s ready to hear you say you’re just friend and want nothing more.

Best friend Seungmin who feels fireworks in his chest when you kiss him, his rapid heartbeats like celebratory drums, strong and constant.

This is what he has wanted since he met you: your lips on his, your permission to call you ‘his’. He already does that in his mind, but he wants to do that out loud, too. To call you ‘his’ in front of friends and families. He has wanted and wanted and wanted so much, now that he’s finally kissing you he can’t really believe it.

Best friend Seungmin who kisses you like a starving man but in a second he’s pulling away, pupils blown back and spit slick lips. And again he says “don’t do this to me”. What he can’t say is: don’t kiss me if it doesn’t mean something to you, too. Don’t make me fall even deeper for you if you’re gonna rip my heart from my chest just after. Don’t make me hope even more. Don’t break my heart. Don’t wrap your fingers behind my neck, don’t drag me down onto your lips if you’re not gonna want to do that for the rest of your life.

Best friend Seungmin who grabs your hand and almost drags you out of the bar, into the cold night, not a word spoken, and pushes you into a corner alley, pushes you on the cold wall and, again, puts his forehead on yours.

“Don’t kiss me if you don’t mean it.”

Best friend Seungmin whose heart threatens to jump out of his chest when you tell him you mean it, that you want him just like he wants you, that you want more, more, more, so much more…

Best friend Seungmin who looks at you with determination and call you ‘his’, out loud this time: the first time but not the last.

Boyfriend Seungmin who holds your hand like it’s made of glass, like it’s made of diamond, delicate but strong at the same time; who calls a taxi and gives your address, who cradles your face in his free hand and looks at you like you’re the most beautiful creature in the whole universe, kisses your eyelids, your cheeks, your chin and your nose, your temple, your forehead, your lips. Soft little kisses to imprint his love into your skin.

Boyfriend Seungmin who undresses you slowly, kissing every inch of skin he’s uncovering, a starving man in front of a buffet, kisses and little bites and kitten licks all over your body; hands roaming, his heart beating fast and strong, celebrating. If he has to put his face in the crook of your neck for a moment, to hide his slightly wet eyes and take a deep breath, then that’s between him and god. But maybe breathing so close to where your scent is so strong wasn’t the best idea to collect himself.

Boyfriend Seungmin who’s so hard for you, and he shows it by grinding his hips against yours. He undresses fast and he’s on you not even a second later.

Boyfriend Seungmin who shakes his head and laughs quietly when you insist he doesn’t have to eat you out. “And deprive myself from something I’ve dreamt for years?”. Who places a kiss on your hip bone. “Something I’ve imagined countless times?” Who places a kiss on one of your knees, another kiss on the other knee, and pries your legs open, watches where you’re wet for him. “Something I’ve touched myself to just the thought of?”. Who looks at you, laid open there, for him to devour, and finally gets his mouth on you, moaning the moment his tongue touches your wet folds. Who wraps his big hand around your thighs, his strong hands leaving imprints on your skin and you revels in it, in the idea of being marked by your boyfriend, and he keeps eating you out, tongue and lips and then his fingers too, pushing and pulling and sucking and licking and it’s so perfect, so good you can only scream his name over and over again while you cum.

Boyfriend Seungmin who raises his head only when you grab his hair and push his face away from where you’re too sensitive, too raw to let him keep going, so he winks at you (he winks, and for a moment you think he’s a madman), and then he licks his lips, uses his thumb to gather more of the wetness around his mouth and pops it into his mouth and he moans at the taste of you, like he wasn’t buried in your sweet cunt just three seconds ago (you’re convinced he’s a madman).

Boyfriend Seungmin who covers you with his body and kisses you, letting you taste yourself on your tongue, and can’t help it but grab a handful of your tits and play with them, enthralled by the way they jiggle under his hand. Curious on how it’d feel under his tongue, he laps at your nipple and latches into it, using his teeth carefully, just to hear your breath hitch and all the other sweet noises you make.

Boyfriend Seungmin who pushes inside you and for a moment -an infinite moment- time stops, the world stops spinning on its axis and start spinning the other way.

This is the reason wars are fought, this is the reason wars are won. This moment here, finally being able to be one with the one you love, with the other half of your soul, this moment right here is the best thing he’s ever felt. But that’s too much to say, so he just mutters a quiet

“You feel so good, taking me so well. Like you were made for me”.

Boyfriend Seungmin who fucks you like his life depends on it, focused on making you feel good, on feeling good himself, on enjoying this moment. Who repeats ‘mine, mine, all mine, just mine, only mine’ over and over again and again and again because in this moment, too much is not enough. You’re his and he’s yours, and he tells you that, shows you that. Bites down to leave the imprint of his teeth and sucks on the skin, drawing blood and then soothing the pain with his tongue, kitten licks and soft kisses almost like an apology.

Boyfriend Seungmin who holds you close to him, your head under his chin, his hands cradling the back of your head and his lips on your temple, leaving kisses and words of love.

Boyfriend Seungmin who whispers how much he loves you, how perfect you are, how happy you make him, how he’s never letting you go, how he’s gonna marry you, have a family with you because he knows, he might be young and maybe he doesn’t know everything about the world, about love maybe even, but he knows this: you’re the love of his life, and he has no intention of ever letting you go.

(Husband Seungmin, years later, who holds your hand and watches, happy, the ring on your finger shining under the sun, the material, public symbol of your love. He loves to look at it, but he loves the private symbols even more: the home you share, your bed filled with laughter and happy memories, the kitchen table where you have breakfast together most mornings, where you laugh and share food, the wall filled with photos of you and him, always together, always happy, always in love… )

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #bluejutdae #skz #seungmin x you #seungmin x reader #Thiana writes Seungmin #bluejutdae asks: Seungmin

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lonelystczennie · 7 months

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“Can I?”

Felix x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You and Felix’s friendship takes a surprising turn one night when he decides to show you how beautiful he thinks you are.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, reader and Lix are a lil tipsy, mentions of body insecurities, Lix is obsessed with readers chest and stomach, groping, nipple play, titty fucking, not proofread

A/N: I don’t even remember when I wrote this exactly, but it’s been in my drafts too long, so here. This is my first attempt at smut, so I’m sorry if it’s eh(lmk if I should try a part 2?)

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“Alright Lixie, come on, bedtime.” You said, carefully shuffling your friend down the hall to your room.

The two of you had been out to dinner with some friends, Felix having a few more drinks than usual and quickly gaining a rosy tint to his face, asking you if he could stay at your place rather than risk going home on his own, which you’d agreed to without a second thought.

It was something that had become more than a regular occurrence for the both of you over the course of your friendship, crashing at each other places when you were too tired or otherwise inhibited.

Once in your room, you released your hold on him, letting him flop down onto the bed with a giggle.

“Your bed’s always so comfy.” He said, snuggling down happily into the blankets.

“I’m glad you think so.” You grinned, finding his behavior endearing. Felix always had this bright and happy energy, but when he drank it seemed to go into overdrive, any walls and self-consciousness he held coming down.

“G’night lix.” You whispered, smoothing his hair before turning to leave, planning to sleep on the sofa instead, but he quickly sat back up, grabbing for your hands but missed, catching the hem of your shirt instead.

“Noo, stay with me, please?” He whined, looking up at you with sad eyes.

“Lix, you need to sleep.” You said.

“I’d sleep better with you here.” He pouted, making you bite your lip, trying to hide a grin. It wasn’t like it was the first time you’d shared each other's space like this, Lix was such a naturally affectionate person, it was easy for you to fall into the same behavior, finding immense comfort in his touch. He was so cute when he got like this, clingy, needy. “Please?”

You debated for a second, before relenting. “Fine.”

“Yay!” He beamed before sliding over, making room for you in the slightly too small bed. You may have cuddled together plenty of times before, but you couldn’t help the feelings of self-consciousness that lingered as you settled next to him, folding your arms across your stomach out of habit in an attempt to hide yourself. An action that apparently did not go unnoticed by him.

“Why do you always do that?” He asked, watching you with curious eyes.

“Do what?”

“Hide your stomach.” He pouted.

“Because it’s not nice to look at.” You said plainly, wanting to end the conversation quickly.

“That’s not true!” He exclaimed, sitting up again to look at you. “I like it! It’s so cute and soft, I love how it feels when we hug.”

He reached for your hands, but hesitated, glancing up at you for permission before touching you.

You nodded, curiosity overriding your insecurity.

He gently pulled your hands away before replacing them with his own, gently trailing along your sides and caressing the dips and rises of your tummy.

“See? It’s so soft and warm, it’s so pretty, you’re so pretty.” He said almost to himself, making your heart do a tiny sumersault.

“Can I lay on it?” He asked, looking up at you

Your immediate reflex was to say no, but the way he was looking at you with such adoration and the warmth of his touch made you relent again. “Okay.”

He carefully shifted around until he could rest on his side, looking up at you, letting out a deep sigh as his eyes fell close, nuzzling his cheek against the plushness of your belly.

“Comfy?” You asked, slightly amused by the look of utter contentment on his face.

“Mhm.” He smiled up at you dreamily, making you chuckle. “Are you?”

“Yeah, I am.” You admitted. It felt really nice having him close like this, feeling his breath fan across your abdomen as you fell into a comfortable silence, his hand coming up to gently trace patterns across your ribcage, his fingers trailing dangerously close to the underside of your chest.

“I bet you tits are soft.” He said, more so thinking out loud than trying to initiate anything, but it made your breath hitch either way.

“You wanna find out?” You asked, surprising yourself with how even your voice sounded despite your nerves.

He looked up at you, eyes wide with surprise. “Can I?”

This was a critical moment for your relationship, you were both hyper aware, teetering on the line between friends and something else, one that you’d been toeing for far too long, and that you couldn’t exactly come back from if crossed.

Not breaking eye contact, you nodded.

His hands ghosted up the sides of your breasts slowly, cupping one in each hand gently before kneading them experimentally, making you let out a small sigh, eyes falling shut.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, slightly breathless.

“Mhm, your hands are warm.” You hummed, pressing up into his touch.

“You’re not wearing a bra.” He noted, adjusting himself to better access your chest so that he was laying partially on top of you.

"I don't like wearing them to sleep. They're uncomfy." You sighed.

He continued toying with your breasts for a minute, eliciting the occasional pleased sound from you, when suddenly you let out a small giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, smirking up at you.

“You kinda remind me of a cat, the way they knead things with their paws.” You jumped as he suddenly pinched one of your nipples, making you let out a yelp.

“Mean kitty.” You glared at him as he chuckled.

“I’m sorry, can I kiss it better?” He asked, voice dropping slightly, making your stomach do a little flip.

Biting your lip, you nodded.

He slowly trailed your shirt up, pausing at the top of your ribcage and glancing up at you once more for confirmation before he finally freed your chest.

“Shit.” He breathed, almost unconsciously as his gaze trailed over the expanse of exposed skin, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on breast and then the other, making you squirm slightly beneath him. He was trying to pace himself and move slowly, but quickly lost out to his own desire, growing more intense as he trailed wet, open mouth kisses everywhere across your chest before sucking your nipple into his mouth, making you arch into him involuntarily.

“Lix,” You whined, your own hands having found their way into his hair and earning a low groan from him as you tugged on the blonde strands.

“So fucking pretty,” He purred, lips dragging up your neck before trailing back down to your chest. ”Wanted to tell you so many times how gorgeous I think you are.”

“Why didn’t you?” You managed to ask.

“I have no fucking clue.” He laughed, his breath against you damp skin making you shiver.

You were well aware of the growing bulge in his pants that was pressed against your thigh as he drooled over your chest, making the heat between your legs throb with need.

“Fuck, I wanna-” He caught himself, worried that his request might be go going too far too quickly.

“You wanna fuck them?” You asked, practically able to read his mind.

He looked up at you, mouth hanging open as he breathed unsteadily. “Can I? Please?”

You nodded.

He quickly scrambled to rid himself of his bottoms, nearly falling off the bed in his haste, cock springing free and causing your thighs to clench at the sight.

He carefully positioned himself over you, straddling your waist and staring down as if you were the most divine being he’d ever seen. “Are you sure about this?” He asked.

“I’m sure, Lixie.” You nodded again, pressing your tits together for him before letting a trail of saliva drip down onto them from your mouth.

“Holy shit.” He mumbled as he watched you in disbelief, before letting his length slip between your breasts, letting out a low, shaking groan as your warmth enveloped him.

He started out slow, thrusting experimentally, reveling in the feel of your skin against his, but his pace quickly began to increase as he started to get lost in pleasure, chasing his release.

“Wanna fuck you. Wanted to fuck you for so long.” He panted, gripping the headboard above you for support. You angled your head down, letting your tongue loll down to lick his tip each time it peaked out from between your tits.

“Fuck, Y/n.” He whimpered, his face screwed up in pleasure as he loomed over you. You could swear you’d never seen a more beautiful sight in your entire life.

Felix, falling to pieces, because of you.

“‘M gonna cum.” He warned, strokes getting sloppy.

“Cum for me, Lix, wanna feel it.” You whined, pressing your tits together more, tightening them around him.

“Shit, don’t, fuck, I’m-!” He rambled before cumming with a broken, drawn out moan, pulling back to paint your chest and stomach with streaks of white.

“F-fuck.” He stammered, shaking as he slid sideways off you, watching with hooded eyes as you gathered some of his release on your fingers and brought it to your lips for a taste.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He said unsteadily.

“You’re welcome.” You teased, sitting up and cleaning up his mess with your ruined shirt, before he was pressing you back against the mattress.

“Now, it’s your turn.”

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skz-streamer · 9 months

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10 Items Stray Kids' Y/n Carries Around In Her Bag

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Here are the 10 items that Stray Kids' Y/n keeps in her bag!

By: Bae, Kpopmap Editor 4 min to read · Published : Date 08/26/33 ~63,562 Views

Stray Kids are a leading 4th generation idol group that has captured the hearts of millions across the globe. Their schedule is jampacked, especially with their most recent comeback. They show no signs of slowing down as they are set to attend many upcoming events.

Despite being busy and always on the road, Stray Kids', Y/n joined W Korea for a photoshoot. In behind the scenes content, the member was also able to share what's in her bag. These items hold a special meaning and are absolutely essential for the life of the busy idol.

Check out what's in Y/n's bag down below!

1. A Set Of Dice

"Oh, you won't believe the chaos this purse can tame! First off, there's my set of Louis Vuitton dice that Felix gifted me, its a little extra I know :) Whenever things get crazy, it's like a quick coin flip to decide our fate. It's a fun and easy way to lighten the mood."

2. A Hair Clip

"I always like to keep a hair clip in here. It's this beautiful gold star shaped clip with dangling stars – perfect for those impromptu hair-up moments. It's functional and adds a touch of style to any situation."

3. A Mini Jewelry Case

"I've got a mini jewelry case, too. It's not just for me; all the members use it to keep our jewelry safe when we're on the go. You know how we all love our accessories, and this little case is a lifesaver."

4. A Mini Hairbrush

"Of course, a mini hairbrush is a must. You never know when you'll need to fix up your hair, especially with all the performances and appearances we do."

5. Lip Tint

"Lip tint is another staple. I use it all the time to keep my lips looking lively and fresh. It's that perfect touch of color for any moment."

6. Mini Makeup Kit + Makeup Wipes

"I've got this adorable mini makeup kit from Milk, along with a pack of makeup wipes. It's a quick way to touch up our makeup and stay looking flawless, even during the busiest days."

7. Re-useable Tissue Holder

"For the environmentally conscious side of me, there's a reusable tissue holder with tissues inside. It's great for those unexpected sneezes or quick clean-ups. Plus, it doubles as a napkin in a pinch."

8. Mini fan + Power Bank

"You know how unpredictable the weather can be, so I carry around a mini fan with a power bank. Staying cool and charged – it's like a dream come true."

9. Self Defense Alarm

"I've also got a self-defense alarm, just in case. Even though my boys are always there for me, it's important to be cautious. Safety first, after all."

10. Perfume

"And the cherry on top – a mini bottle of Miss Dior eau de toilette. It's a classic scent that my mom used, so it holds a special place in my heart. A quick spray and I'm feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world."

"So, there you have it! My purse is a mix of practicality, style, and memories. It's like a little piece of me that I carry everywhere."

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skzhua · 4 months

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a price i'm willing to pay | part 14 - the sparklers.

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pairing: ceo!bang chan x entrepreneur!reader

genre: social media!au, arranged marriage, fake relationship, fluff, angst.

warnings: swearing, alcohol.

summary: following a scandal threatening the survival of your business, you have no choice but to associate yourself with a competitive company.

"Wonhee will be there!" you exclaimed as you tossed your phone away.

Both Hyunjin and Minho looked at you curiously. "Who?" Hyunjin asked.

Minho was quick to hit his arm, causing the man to wince at the touch. "You've met her before, don't act like you don't know who she is."

"I would but I genuinely have no idea."

"Y/N's sister," Chan informed as he joined the three of you with a clipboard in hands. "We saw her at the bar last time we went."

"Right," Hyunjin hummed with a frown.

"Alright," Chan continued. "Hyunjin, we still have the pictures with Lix to take and then your part will be over. Jisung?"

The assistant hurried to his boss and smiled. "Here."

"Could you and Changbin change the background?"

Your best friend let out a grunt. "Again?"

"Do you want me to forgive you or not?" you said with a glare and it was plenty to shut him off and make him join Jisung at the task.

Things were advancing well with the campaign. You had much more positive feedback, even if many still believed you had tried to poison your clientele. Nonetheless, people were loving seeing you and Chan interact in such ways that they would have never thought of seeing ever. Still, he remained very unpleasant towards you, but you weren't any better so it was a fair game.

"Hair and makeup done!" Felix cheered as he walked in the studio, his GoPro pointed towards himself. "Y/N has chosen beautiful colours as you can see," he showed his eye makeup. "And, of course, Chan's new cream was used for my skin."

"Do you ever stop filming?" Jisung rolled his eyes.

"And we have our beloved Jisung who seem to be pretty grumpy this afternoon."

They continued to bicker in the background which made you chuckle as you moved on with sorting products out. You peeked at your checklist to make sure you had everything you needed and began to check the items. It wasn't long after that Chan leaned next to you on the table. With his rolled up sleeves of his black buttoned shirt, he perked an eyebrow as he watched you intensely. You did your best to ignore him but the man was not budging.

"Can't you see I'm busy?" you said between your teeth.

"Busy doing something totally unnecessary. Might I say, Y/N, I am disappointed," he said in a cheeky way.

"I prefer double-checking and being organized, is that so wrong?"

He shrugged. "I just think you're wasting time. Besides, the guys have the makeup on already. What's the point in checking?"

"In case we forgot, we can still put it– Why am I even bothering to explain this to you?" you groaned, dropping the list on the table and walking off.

This might have been the tenth encounter of this sort that you'd had with him today and knowing he was still going to be around until late at night, this was not encouraging in any way. Perhaps backing out and staying at home was a better option.

But having Wonhee as a sister meant she had to force you to come along, especially since you were the one to invite her technically. After you had went back home, washed up and changed, you were walking to the club with your arms linked. Jeongin was the one to change the destination, arguing that it would be more fun than a regular restaurant with alcohol on the side.

"So how many are we going to be exactly?" Wonhee questioned you as you were getting closer to your destination.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you counted in your mind. "Let's see... Well, Bin and Minho obviously so them plus us is four. Jeongin, that makes us five. Chan and his staff, so that's now eight... And with Hyunjin and Felix, that makes us ten," you smiled.

Your sister, however, looked at you doubtfully. "Chan's staff... Does it mean..?"

You chuckled. "Yes, Seungmin will be there."

She stopped on her tracks right away. "You didn't think of telling me that?"

"When I said everyone would be there, I thought it obviously implied Seungmin."

"Y/N, I can't meet him like this!" she shouted while looking down at her outfit.

"You look fine," you rolled your eyes.

Forcefully, you dragged her all the way to the club as she babbled about how ugly she looked — though she was very much adequately dressed for the occasion. As you walked in, it didn't take long for you to spot the tall Hyunjin who was chatting with the one you dreaded to see once again. Chan had, for once, decided to let go of his usual dark attires and wore a tight white shirt with oversized pants. His hair was slicked back and he adorned his ears with silver jewellery. You couldn't deny he looked fine as hell, especially with the lighting that emphasized the veins on his arms. The way he was leaning on the table and taking a few sips of his drink was insanely attractive.

"You're staring," Wonhee commented and you glared at her.

"I spotted Hyunjin, that's all."

She definitely did not believe you and was about to make another remark until her eyes fell upon Seungmin. Instantly, she froze on the spot with a gulp.

"Who's staring now?" you laughed and it was her turn to glare.

"And the Ko sisters have arrived!" Jeongin exclaimed as he came to join you along with Minho, engulfing you two into his embrace. "I managed to reserve a table for everyone."

He led you to where you had previously stared at and didn't let you say a thing before sitting you down next to Chan. You were about to get up and yell at your friend but a hand grabbed your wrist to pull you back down. Again, you were seated and Chan's grasp moved from your wrist to your shoulder.

"What-"

He put a finger on your mouth, shushing you. "There are people around, we're a couple right now."

As you scanned the club, you saw how some people had stopped to greet Hyunjin and Jeongin while others took pictures. Right, you were surrounded with well-known models. You hesitantly snuggled into his embrace before he placed a small peck on the top of your head. It took everything in you to not puke right there and then.

"Get a room," Felix joked as he sat on your other side. "Since when do you kiss her?"

Chan sighed. "It wasn't a kiss. Don't you have more important things to do instead of judging me?"

"I do, you're right. So? Who's paying tonight? I need to get myself something to drink."

Seungmin joined in and took his credit card out. "I don't mind paying this time."

This caused Wonhee's eyes to glow and she rushed to the man. "Seungminnie, could I get something too?"

"Of course," he said with a smirk.

You noticed Minho — who had watched the interaction with much displeasure — rolling his eyes with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his newly bought cocktail. Poor guy.

"Could you please order my drink as well, Felix?" you asked the man as he snatched Seungmin's card out of his hand.

"Yeah, what do you want?"

To this, Chan's eyes darkened at his friend. Before you could give your answer, he spoke for you. "I'll pay for her drink, you may go."

Felix gulped, getting slightly scared of his friend, but nodded before walking to the bar. You scoffed at your fake-lover and removed his arm that laid on your shoulder.

"You really are a pain in the ass," you grunted.

"I should be the one paying for you, don't you think?"

"I can pay for myself."

He scoffed. "You say that now but asked for Felix to get you something with Seungmin's card. You had no issue with that."

"It's Seungmin, not you."

With that, you stood up and headed towards where Minho was as he was the furthest away from the man you despised so much. As he saw you approaching with fuming ears, his eyes widened.

"Woah, don't be mad at me, I did nothing," he hurried to say with his hands up.

"Where's Changbin?"

"No idea, he disappeared when we arrived."

You groaned out of frustration. "Great, it's always when I need him that he disappears."

Minho faked being hurt. "Am I not a good enough? You really prefer Changbin over me?" he cried.

You deadpanned at him. "Shut up, I'm pissed and he's the only one who can calm down. Besides, you're pissed as well, you wouldn't be much help."

"I'm not pissed," he muttered under his breath.

"Yeah, right. Don't tell me seeing my sister all over Seungmin doesn't fill you with anger."

That shut him up real quick and he pouted while sipping on his alcohol. From afar, the two of you looked miserable. You watched people on the dancefloor with a bored stare. It took only a few minutes for Chan to find you again and you couldn’t help but groan again.

“I’m going to find Changbin.”

Minho nodded at your statement as to say “good luck” and you took off. It was hard to walk through the sweaty crowd but, eventually found your best friend discussing with a woman who had definitely drank more than she could handle. He was quick to meet eyes with you and abandon the lady upon seeing how displeased you looked.

“What did I miss?” he asked while you stole his beer, drinking it in one go. “Woah, take it easy!”

“I won’t when this bastard is up in my ass.”

He sighed. “You can’t be saying this here.”

“Why? Because we are in public? Weren’t you the first one to disagree with this?”

“I was but it doesn’t mean I don’t care about how a small thing can ruin you again.”

You scoffed. “I’m only speaking the truth. Now, where can I get a shot?”

Changbin didn’t want to comply to your demands as he knew you would get yourself so drunk to the point you wouldn’t be able to stand. At the same time, you were so stubborn that it was impossible to get in your way sometimes. Felling guilty already, he brought you to the nearest bar and ordered four shots for the two of you. You chugged them not even a second after getting a hold of them. Wincing at the strong liquor, you still ordered one more, and one more after.

“How many has she had?” Jeongin asked in a concerned voice, watching you dance clumsily with Changbin.

“Who?” Chan said as he hadn’t really been observing what was going on.

“Your girlfriend,” Wonhee laughed as she pulled her phone out to capture the moment in a video. “Oh, she’s so going to hate me for this.”

Chan’s head shot up from his nearly empty glass to try and find you. When he did, his eyes widened at the sight. With your rosy cheeks, you were smiling admirably to your best friend who was trying his best to keep you up on your feet. He was glad you were not alone but the way you were holding to one another didn’t look as if you were only friends. It bothered him. Only because of your arrangement, of course. Before he was thinking, his body got up from his seat and he walked towards you. Without saying a thing, he separated you from Changbin and took over with holding you. You were probably too drunk to even process the change of dance partner, but Changbin only removed himself silently. He wouldn’t bother with protesting anyway; Chan’s eyes were enough to make him want to pee himself right there and then.

“How many did you drink?” he said into your ear, and you shivered.

“I don’t know.”

“I think you had too much.”

You pouted at him. “It’s your fault.”

“Mine? You were the one storming off.”

“Because you were annoying,” you cried, which made him sigh.

He dragged you all the way back to the table where the others were drinking reasonably. He sat you next to your sister, but she wasn’t much of a help. If anything, she was only laughing at your physical state and taking pictures. Sighing again, he took it upon himself to get you water to sober up. You already seemed to be a little better.

“They’re selling cakes with sparklers if it’s your birthday!” Felix said enthusiastically while pointing at the corner of the club. “We should get some.”

At this, you pushed the glass of water away from you and clapped. “Oh, for sure!”

Chan mentally cursed at himself before glaring at Felix. “Do you really want to fake a birthday only to get some cheap sparklers?”

You slapped his chest and his eyes widened from the contact. “They’re pretty.”

“So am I and you have me for free.”

Felix and Seungmin held back a laugh while you simply shrugged. “I’m getting some whether you like it or not.”

Before he could stop you, you were off with Felix, Seungmin and Wonhee to get sparklers. Who the fuck were selling these things in a club anyway? It was bound to be a disaster. He wondered if he should at least follow to keep an eye on you but the decision was quickly made when he saw you stumble on your feet, almost falling.

You felt a pair of arms holding you and you frowned. "Why do you have to act like I can't do things on my own?" you whined.

"Y/N, you almost fell face first."

Grumbling disapprovals, you still grabbed onto him for safety until you were at the cake counter. Felix was the one to discuss with the girl in charge of the cakes and they argued a bit as she noticed it was none of you's birthday. As they keot on bickering, Chan rolled his eyes as he knew he had to step in.

"Excuse me?" he cleared his throat grabbing the woman's attention.

The moment she saw he had just spoken, her posture straightened. "Mr. Bang," she almost whispered. "What an honour to have you here!"

"I understand my friends do not fit into your criterias for the cakes but I swear they only really want to play with the sparklers."

"I'm sorry, sir, but sparklers in a club-"

"I'll take them outside for when we lit them up, I promise."

By magic, this did the trick and the woman gave you about thirty of them. Seungmin went to get the others and you all went outside to lit them up. You, Felix and Jeongin were the most excited about them while Chan and Changbin were the most worried. Nonetheless, you took Minho's lighter from him as soon as he took it out of his pocket and hurried yourself to lit your sparklers up.

You admired them for what seemed to be an eternity until you ran out of them. Hyunjin declared this was enough for the night as he still had work to do the following day. The rest ended up agreeing and you all walked home.

"I'll take her," Chan said to Changbin who was not willing to let you go.

"I'm the assigned person to take her home."

"It'll be weird if a man other than her lover does it."

Changbin, for once, didn't budge. "Listen, Bang. I get you two have this thing for publicity but she is in a vulnerable state right now. While I do get your point, you're not the one who has known her for eight years and been there when she needed someone the most. Don't think because you are supposedly her boyfriend that you get to take this from us."

And he left with you.

This might have come from a deeper place than simply getting you home but Changbin had had enough. He couldn't risk you getting hurt by this man. Especially not when he had noticed how you were warming up to him.

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soxcietyy · 4 months

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Addicted to you

Yuta x reader Aged up

Two academics rivals see eachother at a frat party. Little does the other person know how badly he wanted you.

It takes him not even a second to recognize you by the faint sound of your laugh. Even with the loud music blaring into his ears he wouldn’t be able to miss such a sound. His eyes scanned the room full of people as he searched for you. Looking at every person until he found those beautiful eyes of yours. There you were, standing in thoes dirty tennis shoes you always wore. Standing in a cute tight dress that suited you perfectly. With a red solo cup in your hand as you laughed and danced with your friends.

"Yuta! Pass me the bottle next to you." Someone yelled trying to get his attention.

He grabbed the closest alcohol bottle and handed it to whoever asked for it. He didn’t bother to turn to look at them because he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you as much as he wanted to. He was surprised to see you here. A person who was an academic achiever, who wouldn’t be caught dead at a frat party. Someone who held themselves at such a high standard and would supposedly never snoop down so low. What could you doing here at all places? Especially on a school night.

His breath hitched when the both of you made eye contact from across the room. Your bright eyes quickly turning into glaring ones.

The both of you had some sort of rivalry going on. An academic rivalry if he had to be exact. Both of you had a few of the same classes together due to you guys being in the same major. You and Yuta were the top in all the classes you shared. Sometimes you would score higher or sometimes it was the other way around. This all started since high school and it carried out to junior year in college.

It didn’t help that your teachers would put you guys up against each other every time. He remembered how back then you guys were best friends. You would go out to eat, hang out, and study together. Now every time you were near each other tension could be sensed. If he had to be honest he hated it. He missed how you guys used to be and missed being around you. Everything about you was so perfect and yet you hated his guts.

Why did people have to put you up against each other? Why did they have to convince you that he was a bad guy.

He wanted to show you how much you meant to him. How much he thinks about you daily. How much he misses you and needs you so badly because he’s never met anyone like you. He didn’t want anyone but you.

He would ask around to figure out the classes you were going to take. Your schedule for the semester, when you would go out to eat or go to the library. He made sure that you would know he was also there but make it seem like a coincidence.

You had no idea how tightly you had him wrapped around your finger.

He lazily threw his head back as he took a shot that his friend handed to him. Hopefully it was enough to give him some courage to approach you. When everything went down he threw the cup onto the table and started making his way to you. Maybe the shot was a bad idea because he had already been drinking for a while. Plus he was already feeling it by the time he made to you.

You didn’t seem to notice him until your friends tapped your shoulder. When you did you frowned at the sight of him. He looked at you with his dark eyes intensely before stumbling a bit. You roll your eyes realizing he was drunk.

"Go back from where you came from Yuta. Dont tell me you came to boast about your recent exam grade. I don’t have time for you to ruin my night." You say as you turn back around to your friends.

Your scent hit him as you turned around making him want you more. Fuck a drug or alcohol addiction, your scent was his worst addiction and he was afraid he would act up because of it. Sadly the alcohol in his system made him act upon his thoughts. He wrapped his arms around you as he buried his face into the back of your head. He took a big whiff of your smell as your body suddenly tensed.

"Yuta?! What do you think you’re doing?” You say as you try to get his arms to release you.

"M’ so sorry, I don’t want to ruin your night but I need you so bad." He said as he hugged you tighter.

You could hear as your friend giggled and awed about Yutas actions. You had no idea if he was drunk or accidentally got something slipped into his drink. He must be confusing you for some other chick because when would Yuta Okkotsu be interested in you?

You somehow manage to slip out of his arms and grab him by the face.

"You want me to call you an Uber? You’re going to be embarrassed tomorrow when you find out that you were saying all this stuff to me. Can’t believe you mistook me for someone else." You say as you pull out your phone.

Your eyes were forced to look back up while trying to get onto the Uber app. He looked at your face for what seemed like a minute trying to figure out who you were.

"No, I could never mistake y/n" he said as he swayed a bit.

You looked at him stunned at what just came out his mouth. Before you could say anything he leaned in and kissed you on the lips. It was a long kiss that turned into a full on make out session. You could taste the drinks that he had been consuming tonight. You could also taste how desperate he was to be kissing you. His hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you in closer. One of his hands grabbing onto your chin so he could have you in the perfect possession.

You melted into his embrace as the kissing kept going. He was going at it non stop until you pushed him away from a breath of fresh air. When you did he decided you attacked your neck by smooching all over it.

"Oh he’s so going to be embarrassed tomorrow." You heard your friend say only to realize that she had recorded the whole interaction.

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frenchkisstheabyss · 11 months

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♡ You Tell Stray Kids You Hate Your Stretch Marks... ♡

♡ This is a request from another anon that I'm excited as always to write! ♡

Pairing: ot8!boyfriend!skz x plus size!fem!reader

Genre: sorta fluffy, sorta smutty

Warnings: i love to cuss my ass off, mentions of fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, spanking, jeongin being a lil bitey

♡ Bang Chan ♡

Pulls you down onto his lap when you try to flee the scene after saying it because you aren't getting away that easily

Asks you more about your feelings and listens patiently while you answer

Waits until you're done to tell you how painfully untrue your negative thoughts are

Thinks your stretch marks are beautiful and slips your dress up to kiss every single one of them, tongue and all

Gets so caught up in how hot it is tasting you on his tongue that he's too horny function and ends up fucking you in his lap

♡ Lee Know ♡

Thinks you're super smart but can't believe you'd say something so stupid right now

Catches you off guard by throwing you over his knee and spanking you for talking about his girlfriend like that

Makes you promise never to speak of yourself that way again

Spanks you playfully at first but gets more sensual, massaging your soft ass

Fingers you in this position until you're coming, dripping down his fingers, too out of it to even think about your insecurities

♡ Jisung ♡

Follows you around the apartment for the rest of the night telling you how pretty you are

Begs you to put on the cute little tube top and shorts he thinks you look so good in

Can't keep his hands and lips off of you once you do. Even when you're busy cooking dinner

Wraps his arms around you, playing with that adorably squishy part of your belly

Pulls your shorts to the side to fuck you from behind, leaving the food to basically cook itself

♡ Binnie ♡

Shows you all of the pictures he has of you in his phone to make sure you're talking about the right person

Drags you to the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror

Proceeds to list his favorite parts of you (all of them) while caressing your curves

Lifts you onto the sink to give you a kiss only to get carried away, ripping your clothes off to grab every part of you that he can

Makes you come on every possible surface he can lift your cute ass onto in the bathroom

♡ Seungmin ♡

Pretends he didn't hear you the first time so that you have to repeat yourself

Talks over you when you do, telling you that you're wrong only to apologize and do it again

Convinces you to come on a late-night ride with him to get ice cream to cheer you up

Nearly crashes the car getting distracted by kissing you

Eats you out in the backseat of his car but wants you to keep trying to eat your ice cream because he's a menace

♡ Hyunjin ♡

Asks you to go into more detail about your feelings but only if you want to

Disappears into his art room and comes out a few minutes later with an arm full of paint bottles

Gets you to agree to let him paint you to show you how beautiful you are

Doesn't let you know until he's all set up that he grabbed body paint. The canvas is your body and he is the brush

Couldn't give a shit if the paint is edible or not. He plans to fill you up and lick everything that comes out

♡ Felix ♡

He’s sincerely concerned that someone he loves so much feels this way about herself

Immediately wants to know if there’s anything he can do to make sure you know that you’re beautiful all of the time

Runs you a bubble bath with candles around it and hops in with you to take your mind off of things

Cancels his plans for tomorrow so that he can stay up late tonight cuddling you in bed watching a movie

Doesn't watch it because he’s more interested in folding you up like a pretzel to let you feel how deep his admiration (and, honestly, his dick) can go

♡ I.N ♡

Honestly doesn’t get how you can’t see how gorgeous you are. He finds your chubby body sexy and never thought twice about your stretch marks

He struggles a little bit to express his emotions but overcomes it to be there for you

Gives you a few seconds to sit there and sulk before he’s nibbling on your arm, whining for you to snap out of it

After you ignore him, he chooses violence, tickling you and nibbling on you until you’ve laughed so hard your stomach hurts

Once you’re exhausted and out of breath he seizes the opportunity to lick you all over while fingering your warm, wet slit

#stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n #stray kids smut #stray kids x chubby reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #chubby smut #plus size smut

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what-if-nct · 11 months

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Stray Kids reaction to their plus size girlfriend wearing a bikini for the first time in front of them.

Bangchan: "Look at you" Chan's eyes scanned your body as you. "You finally got too hot for that t-shirt you kept on". His arm wrapped around your bare waist. You nod looking away from the look in his eyes as they only focused on you. "You look amazing, blue is really your color" he held you from behind and placed a kiss on your shoulder. "you shouldn't cover yourself up as much as you do anymore" he squeezed you sinking his face in your skin reveling in how soft you were in his arms "I like seeing all of your body" he lifted his face to kiss your cheek.

Lee know: "Finally you got rid of that hoodie" Lee know said from the pool in his duck ring floatie. "Get in here" he splashed the water beside him. You shake your head and quickly cover yourself with a towel regretting the decision. "Come on" Lee know walked out of the pool. He threw his floatie off of him and laid his hand on your lower back as his other laid on your towel. "You don't have to be afraid it's just you and me" he lightly gripped the towel. "Your body looks beautiful in the swimsuit." He pulled the towel off of you. "especially your butt" he slapped your behind "Could use less fabric back here, why cover something this big and beautiful" he snapped the seat of your bikini bottoms as a smirk played across your lips.

Changbin: "So this is what you keep up hiding from me?" He walked up to you laying his hands on your hips. "Why would you deprive me of this?" he tilted his head with grin. "My size" you softly say as you avoid his eyes. "What's wrong with your size?" he asked his grip on your hip tightening as he pulls you closer. "I'm a big girl" You tuck your hair behind your ear as your eyes fall to the floor. "And?" Changbin lifted your chin till your eyes met. "You say that like it's a bad thing. It's not" he pulled you closer till your bodies were flush "It's a good thing, a very good thing" He pressed his lips against yours.

Hyunjin: "You're wearing the swimsuit I picked out for you?!" Hyunjin ran up to you as you took the hotel robe off. "Yeah" you spun in it for him. "It looks good on me?" You stop spinning and watch his eyes look you up and down with a smile on his face. "Of course it looks good on you. Even better than I imagined, pink is so pretty on you" He took your hand to spin you around once more. "It's not showing too much? There is a lot of me" you pull the waist band of the swim bottoms up higher. "Nope" he smacked your hand away from your waistband. "Actually" his arms wrapped around your neck. "I think" he pulled the straps that were tied there. "You should wear less" the tie came undone beneath his finger tips. "Hyunjin" you gasped as you held the top from falling. "it's just us, a balcony and a hot tub. There's no such thing as showing too much." He stared into your eyes with mischief written on his face "I want to see all of you" he pulled your arms away from your chest. "And the fact there's a lot of you just means I have a lot more to see"

Han: "Wow" Han's eyes brightened as you walked over to the pool. "I've never seen you wear something like that." He climbed out of the water. "Is it new?" He laid his hand on the side of your swim bottoms. "No" You shake your head as you look down. "I had it for awhile" you adjust the top of your swimsuit. "Why have you never worn it. It looks so good on you. It fits you perfectly" His hands rested on your low hip squishing you in his hands. "I just thought if I lost weight f-" You started "Do not finish that thought. " He interrupted you. "You don't need to lose weight it looks perfect on you just as you are." He searched for your eyes as they looked away from him. "Your perfect as you are" His lips met yours as his arms wrapped around you. His lips fell to your shoulder as the hug depended "Perfect and Squishy" his lips spoke against your skin as he squeezed you.

Felix: "Oooh" Felix ran up to you. "You're aren't covered in an oversized hoodie." He scanned you up and down with a huge smile on his face. "I'm happy you feel comfortable enough to wear this" His bright eyes met yours as he held your hand. "You are comfortable right?" He rubbed the back of your hand. "Yeah." You nodded with a smile that made his even bigger. "Good, you look amazing. And I hope I see you in less clothes this summer" he adjusted the top of your swimsuit. "Felix" you smacked his hand when you noticed him pull the top down a little more. "Still a little too covered" He grinned as he tugged on your top.

Seungmin: "Hey you don't look like you're going snowboarding at the beach today" Seungmin ran to you as you walked down the sand. "What do I owe this occasion to" he greeted you with a quick kiss as he held both of your hands. "Finally tired of being at risk of a heat stroke" he joked as his hands ran up your arms. "Kind of, but I see so many women my size wear even less so I shouldn't be afraid of what people think right?" You respond confidently. "That's right. You shouldn't. You look amazing. And if anyone says anything let me know. Okay? "He rubbed your shoulders. "Now I can finally rub sunscreen on you. Lay on the towel." He pointed to the beach towels. "I already-" you began "You can't get your back on your own. Down." He led you down.

Jeongin: "Well look at you" Jeongin walked up to you as you walked to the pool. "You don't normally dress like this. You look amazing" Jeongin walked around you as your eyes followed him. "I just wanted to try. You sure it looks okay?" You covered your bare stomach. "Yes, you look wonderful" Jeongin pulled your arms away from your body and around his waist. "You don't have to cover yourself. You look great. Don't worry." His lips pressed against yours. "Just let me cover this though" His hands laid on your bottom spreading his fingers but still struggling to cover as much as he wanted. "only I can see all of this" His smile pushed his dimple out.

#bangchan #lee know #Changbin #hyunjin #han #Felix lee #seungmin #Jeongin #han Jisung #Hwang Hyunjin #stray kids #stray kids reactions #stray kids reaction #stray kids chubby #stray kids plus size #stray kids chubby reader #stray kids plus size reader #stray kids scenarios

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bbyquokka · 1 year

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The nail painting writing for Jisung was sooo cute! I can also imagine straddling him while practicing an eyeshadow look on him and he cant stop leaning in for a kiss and taking his hands off you 🫠

make-up with an added extra touch.

SUGGESTIVE THEME BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: gn reader, established relationship, implied mua reader, suggestive content, pet names words: 0.6k ~ (662)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

“i need a model.” jisung looks up at you, chopsticks half in, half out of his mouth. his cheeks filled with rice and meat as a grain happily sits on his upper lip.

“ok. if it's for clothing then i could phone up hyunjin or felix for you?”

“it's for make-up.” you giggle as jisung swallows his food.

“make-up?”

“mhm. i have an idea for a look. i need to create a new look for work and i need to practise on someone.”

“why me?” jisung asks as he puts his chopsticks down. you lean down, swiping the single rice grain away from his lips. a soft blush appears on his cheeks as the tips of his ears turn red.

“because you're beautiful and pretty and adorable. plus you're my boyfriend and i love you so very very much.” jisung stutters, the pink tint being replaced with red. he shuffles in his seat, a soft pout on his lips.

“f-fine. but only because i love you ok!”

“thank you, ji!!” you squeal before grabbing his hand, dragging him up from his seat and to the bedroom. he laughs as you sit him down on the bed before grabbing your make-up.

“what colours are you thinking of baby?” jisung watches you fish around your make-up for various and vibrant colours along with some mascara and tools.

“well, my boss asked me for something vibrant. kind of like rave slash party make-up soo–” you suddenly straddle jisung's lap to which he raises his eyebrow at and smirks a little. “i was thinking some pinks, bit of purple. add in some coloured eyeliner and mascara.”

“sounds great baby.” you beam at him before applying the make-up to his eyelids. you pat primer on his eyelids before loading a brush up with some neon pink. dragging the brush across his lids, jisung places his hands on your sides, gently and slowly caressing your skin.

you shiver, goosebumps rising to the surface of your skin as his soft and warm fingertips dance on your skin. he lightly tickles up your sides before going back down repeating the process.

you let out an involuntary hum causing jisung to smirk and open his one eye that you're not working on.

“before you say anything, shut up.” you mumble. jisung laughs before leaning in and kissing your lips softly and unexpectedly. you kiss him back before moving on the other eye, repeating the same motion as the first.

jisung's hands travel down to your ass, his palms cupping your cheeks. you swallow thickly as he squeezes and plays with your cheeks.

“you're making me lose focus.” you mumble against jisung's lips. he lets out a simple hum as he pushes you closer to him. your chests bump together, lips moving together in a heated and slow kiss. you drop the brush on the bedsheets, arms wrapping around his neck and fingers tangling in his soft hair.

“you don't seem to mind.” he grunts as you gently bite down on his bottom lip. his hands trail from your ass, up and under your t-shirt to your chest. you let out a small gasp as he plays with your chest, fingers brushing and teasing you.

“fuck.” you breathly moan out, tugging at the strands of his hair. he groans softly before lowering you down on the sheets, his body towering above you.

his lips attack the skin of your neck, teeth gently nipping and sinking into the flesh. you comb your fingers through his hair slowly, hips bucking up to meet his as you loosely wrap your legs around his waist.

“i have to finish off the make-up.” you moan softly.

“that can wait. right now, i want you so badly yn.”

note: anon, i love this and thank you for thinking that! i am in deep with my jisung thoughts rn. the comeback has made me even more delulu for him rn ngl. this thought is so cute!! tell me what you think and enjoy!

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @myprwttyhan ; @fairylouist ; @septicrebel ; @bbujiikseu ; @cixrosie ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer

#[ anon. ]#skz smut #stray kids smut #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard hours #stray kids hard hours #han jisung #jisung #jisung smut #han jisung smut #jisung x you #jisung x reader #han jisung x you #han jisung x reader #skz x you #skz x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader

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cannibaled · 2 months

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my bf oliver quick headcanons

semi nsfw ☆

hand + thighs man —

both in an erotic sense and a romantic sense. he finds beauty in hands and thighs, and i imagine he likes grabbing your thigh when you're sitting close together.

cigarette sharing —

he doesn't smoke as much as the others. and, you probably don't, either. there's something amusing to him about holding up the cigarette for you to take a drag and watching you cough and your face go red. im sorry but he's weird.

pda —

with oliver, i dont see him really being public about dating you. his true self is complicated. he's possessive over you and doesn't like you getting flirted with, but also doesn't feel the need to air out his business that you're dating. not just possessive, but also obsessive. he'd be the type that's torn over showing you off, or keeping you all to yourself. but then, he'd also think that information being out there that you're his would be too vulnerable. and so, his 'pda' is VERY subtle. thigh grabs under the table, pinning you in darken corners to kiss you, things like that.

music —

okay. hear me out. i feel like he'd listen to the smiths. but not just the smiths. the killers,and she wants revenge. i feel like he'd also enjoy slowdive and like felix, muse. also, the bravery. fav song would be hatefuck lol. likes sharing his earbuds with you when you two are relaxing, and lets you queue songs.

size difference —

okay. so he's not THAT much taller than you, but he is larger in body size. he's ripped. so, rather than wholly using his general size against you, he LOVES using his strength against you. it's fun when you argue and he's able to pin you down, or when you're having sex, do the same or press your face into the pillows. will also sometimes pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. in a softer sense, he likes cuddling by holding you into him or hugging you from behind when you're doing something.

sex life —

hes intense. im just gonna say it. ofc there will be times where hes more gentle than most because he can't just manhandle you all the time, but let me say it now — HES always in the dominant position. he finds it cute when you try to fight his dominance to take over, but he wins every. time. when your relationship progresses though, he'll probably find it more comfortable to submit. likes leaving bruises from impact, bite marks. sloppy kisses because he likes tasting you, and of course, big on giving head. i feel like he'd probably like some blood in there too, probably from making your lips bleed.

pet names —

'doll', 'baby', 'little mouse'. i feel like the last one is more so when just 'putting you in your place'

i love yous —

this is tricky with oliver. i feel like you'd have to get him in a vulnerable position to say 'i love you' — you'd say it first, and he'd be reluctant to return it, even though he loves you back. probably when an argument gets especially bad, and you're on the verge of leaving him is when he says it.

arguments —

i feel like eventually, him not wanting to be public about your relationship would be an issue. or maybe he pisses you off due to his obsessive or possessive behavior, and it causes issues. will always squeeze your cheeks and grab your chin and force eye contact during arguments. he likes seeing you angry, riled up.

hopeless —

i feel like he's also big on sending voice notes. ofc texting too! but his voice is pretty, and it's sort of enjoyable to him. plus, he likes receiving them back.

party life —

we know already that he's more reserved, but that doesn't mean he's a party pooper. he just doesn't party as hard as felix, far, or venetia, but he drinks. he always keeps an eye on you. NEVER looks away. if you're getting flirted with, he'll tell them to get lost. probably ends up getting jealous when you dance with someone else and pulls you off to remind you you're his.

#barry keoghan #oliver x reader #oliver quick x reader #oliver quick #farleigh start #saltburn #jacob elordi #archie madekwe #felix catton #felix catton x reader

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Devil's Advocate – chapter ten. cw. not? really spicy? but kinda implied sex. wc. 1.5k reference. skz-talker ep. 34

It was the day of the AAA’s and anyone could clearly see just how nervous you were. Even though it was just going to be a recording due to covid, it was still your first big event with the boys and you want it to go as smoothly as possible. Somehow you were more nervous than they were and they were the ones performing.

One by one you had made sure they were getting ready, constantly glancing at the clock and making sure you were still on schedule and not running behind. You had gone to check on Felix, but the boy was not in his room and you decide to find him later. The biggest probably would be Hyunjin if the boy wasn’t awake yet. It’d take you at least ten minutes to drag the boy out of bed. You freeze in front of his room though and you can immediately recognize the familiar energy that was pulsing inside the room. You curse under your breath, sighing deeply. Really? Did they have to decide to do this today?? Of all days?? An hour before they had to leave?? Oh you were gonna strangle them.

They don’t leave you much choice as you open the door and enter the room.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but in case you’ve forgotten you have the AAA��s today,”

The two boys on the bed freeze, eyes wide as they stare at you. Hyunjin is currently shirtless with a flustered Felix underneath him, legs wrapped around the taller boy’s body. It would almost be comical how shocked they were but to be honest you felt a little bad. You had promised to yourself that you would never…go near them when they were having moments like these but this time it could not be helped.

They scramble to disconnect themselves from each others bodies, Hyunjin desperately looking for his discarded shirt and Felix has his head in his hands, ears a bright red.

“I’m so sorry but we leave in an hour. So you can either hurry up or take a cold shower but we gotta go. I’ll come back in an hour ok?” You make to leave the two alone but surprisingly Hyunjin holds you back.

“Wait what? That’s it? You’re not gonna like…ask? Or interrogate us?” You raise an eyebrow at him, tilting your head.

“Huh? Do you want me to? I already know all of you guys are fucking,”

“WHAT?” They both scream at your confession and Felix flushes even more if it was possible. You laugh.

“Ok, first of all. You guys are NOT subtle or slick at all. The amount of times I’ve walked in on some of you making out is hilarious. Second of all, did you forget I’m half-succubus? I can quite literally feel the energy when you guys are…you know,”

Both boys blink at you, jaws practically on the floor.

“Plus even if I had never noticed or wasn’t a succubus, you do realize that the first thing the company did when I got the job was sign a NDA that explained all of you are in a polyamorous relationship and that I shouldn’t be concerned if I see anything. That it is strictly a company secret,”

Felix lets out a small groan, going back to trying to hide himself into the palm of his hands.

“…You don’t…think it’s weird?” Hyunjin asks, his voice on the quiet side, uncharacteristic for the boisterous boy.

“Weird? Hyunjin, I’m a succubus for devil’s sake. People summon me to have mind-blowing sex. I have to feed on semen of all things. And you’re asking me if I think it’s weird that eight people are in a relationship? You’re so cute,” This time Hyunjin is the one blushing. “If you want my honest opinion? I love it. I’ve been here a month and if there’s one thing I know, it’s that all of you have such a special bond. You guys have something so beautiful, so rare and you guys shouldn’t be ashamed of it. I mean of course, I understand why you have to hide it but that’s not the point. I think it’s so wonderful that you guys have so much love in your heart and my point is, is that you guys should cherish what you have. Honestly? I’m kinda jealous. I could barely get one boyfriend let alone eight when I was alive” You joke half-heartedly but they cam both tell you’re being more honest than you’ve ever been with them. “Anyway yeah, that’s what I think so please, you guys don’t have to skirt around me anymore. I know a lot more then you think. I don’t mind if you guys are all lovey-dovey around me ok? Okay good. ONE HOUR. We gotta go and if you’re not ready I will drag you out of this apartment”

Felix is looking up at you with those pretty eyes, a sparkle of what looks like hope shines in them. You don’t have the time to even begin to unpack what his gaze could possibly mean as you exit the room. You never see the look Hyunjin and Felix give each other.

Somehow you manage to get everyone to the venue in one piece. You think you deserve a medal for that alone. For now though, you get to relax while the boys get their makeup done. Jeongin is the first one done, sitting in the little kitchen area and stuffing his face with food. His hair is bright blue now, having gotten dyed just a few days ago. He looks good, you think to yourself, especially with the pretty red eyeshadow dusted across his eyes. You come over to poke his cheeks that are filled with food and he playfully swats at you, causing you to let out a small laugh.

You lean down a little, resulting in a confused look from the boy but you simple open your mouth, blinking and waiting for him. Jeongin stares at you for a minute before finally realizing what you want, placing some tteobokki into your mouth. You hum appreciatively, enjoying the sticky spicy rice cake.

“WHAT!!! This is blatant favoritism!!!” Changbin whines, pointing towards Jeongin. He had just tried to get the boy to share but he had pulled the food away from the other. Jeongin simply shrugs.

“Noona’s pretty,” and then he goes back to stuffing his face happily as Changbin stares at the boy with his mouth open. Of course Jeongin eventually let’s the other eat some of his food, but not before Changbin had thoroughly pouted.

Jisung walks into the room once he’s all dressed and you ‘oooh’ at the golden glitter in his hair. Your hand comes to run through his hair, an action Jisung throughly enjoys as he almost pushes against your hand more. But as soon as your hand leaves his hair he suddenly remembers why he had come over. Before you know it, Jisung is pulling you towards a smaller room with Minho.

“Um..where are you taking me? Are you gonna murder me?” Jisung snorts.

“No, no. Can you film us for SKZ-Talker? The other staff are busy,” He asks, pushing a small camera into your hands. It’s very hard to say no to the boy so you follow them into the room. There’s a keyboard pushed up the the wall and Jisung takes a seat. As soon as you start recording, you point the camera to Minho.

“Sorry you can’t be in here without permission. It’s authorized personnel only,” Stays will assume he’s talking to the camera but he’s actually teasing you, a grin on his face before taking a sip of coffee. You playfully glare at the boy from beyond the camera.

Jisung is pushing some buttons on the keyboard and then it’s playing a rapid song, his fingers pretending to glide over the keys as if he was the one playing. You’re trying to hold back your laughter at the sight, biting at your lower tier. He plays it up even more as he pretends to have a conversation on the phone, now ‘playing’ the keyboard with one hand.

After he’s done, Minho has already left the room, presumably to go bother someone else. Jisung starts to try playing an actual song, focused heavily on trying to remember the correct keys. He can only play the first few notes but the tune is strangely familiar to you. The boy continues to try to play as you wrack your brain of where you know this song. And then it hits you.

“OH. This is from Howl’s moving castle right?” You exclaim, happy that you had finally remembered.

“Yeah!! You’ve seen it?” You nod your head eagerly.

“Yeah, I love that movie. All ghibli movies really. I’m a little upset that I didn’t realize it sooner. I guess it has been awhile since I’ve seen it,”

“It’s my favorite movie of all time!! I’ve seen it like 8 times,” He chuckles. He would never get tired of talking about the movie.

“Wanna make it 9?” His head shoots up to look at you. Jisung’s smile gets brighter, small sparkles in his eyes.

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PERFECT [baseball player!kim seungmin x only fans creator female!reader]

[04: please kiss me📝]

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kitty met up with hyunjin, minji and felix to go the 3racha house. minho didn’t wanna go and stayed home with his cats.

“i can’t believe minho would rather be with his cats than party with us.” minji states annoyed, fixing her red dress as they get closer to the house. “do you think there’s any cute girls here?”

hyunjin rolls his eyes, “i thought kitty was your girl?”

“we all know it’s just cause i’m a simp. there’s no romantic feelings from both of us.” she answers as the music grows louder.

all four of them enter the house, kitty sees changbin and walks over to him. “hey binnie.” she smiles at him.

he returns the smile, “wassup kitty, glad you can make it.”

“she’s so hot.” one of his friends state to another. kitty finds out it’s jisung and jeongin.

she shakes her head, laughing a bit. “thank you.”

changbin pats jisung’s back, “he’s a fan and jeongin just became a fan.” the two friends blush and look away from her. “but you look great.” he compliments.

kitty shake your head, smiling, “thank you.”

“did you come for seungmin?” jeongin asks, looking around for his best friend.

she shakes her head, “no, my friend, hyunjin, said that jisung invited him.” she points at changbin, “can’t believe you didn’t invite me personally.” she states, looking away from him. “cut off.”

his face drops, “you can’t just cut me off-”

“i can and i will.” she states as she cut off his sentence. “plus seungmin is the one who invited me instead of you.”

jeongin glances at his two friends before looking back at kitty with a blush on his face. “well, it’s cause we think you two should be friends.”

kitty raises her brow, “really? why?”

changbin pours her a drink, handing it to her. “um…” he looks at jisung, “well… we think you’re a good fit to keep his mind off his ex girlfriend.”

she stares at him in shock as she drinks the liquor in the cup. “me? why?”

“well… i’m friends with hyunjin and he says how sweet and great you are. we also like you, so we think you’ll be the best to help him. it doesn’t have to be romantically, it can be platonic.” jisung says, looking behind you to see seungmin walking over. he quickly walks away to talk to other people.

jeongin also leaves when he sees his friend walking over, leaving kitty and changbin there. “don’t mention this conversation with him, he’ll be pissed.” he tells kitty. “wassup min.”

seungmin groans, pouring a cup of liquor for himself, “i didn’t even want to be here.”

“yeah, i should’ve let you sulk in your room.” changbin rolls his eyes drinking his liquor.

seungmim glares at him before noticing kitty, his breath hitch, she’s beautiful he thought to himself. “didn’t think you’d come.”

kitty rolls her eyes, “i said i would come.” felix walks over to the three of them. “hey lixie.”

“hey kitty. you guys must be friends of kitty.” he smiles at them, holding his hand out. “i’m felix.”

changbin was the one who shook his hand, “changbin.” he says his name. “this is seungmin.”

felix nods, “yeah the one who hit the ball in her face. not going to lie, she didn’t even seem to care.” he tells seungmin. “i think it’s cau-“

kitty quickly covers his mouth. “shut up lixie.” he glances at her, rolling his eyes. “trying to expose me? that’s not very sunshine of you.”

♡

after a few drinks in, kitty, hyunjin and changbin were dancing and daring each other to do stuff. seungmin watches from a far, a little disappointed how kitty is hanging out with them and not talking to him.

“hey minnie.” a very familiar voice says next to him. his eyes widen when he sees his ex girlfriend standing next to him. “i missed you.”

he couldn’t even speak when he saw her for a few seconds. “hari… i thought you were in china?”

she giggled, touching his arm. “i missed you so i transferred back.”

“it’s been months.” he tells her, glancing at kitty.

hari looks at him sadly, “you didn’t miss me?”

seungmin shakes his head, “i… i been talking to someone else, i didn’t have time to think of you or miss you.” he lies.

“really?” she says in shock. “you found someone better than me? someone who’ll care for you like me?” she scoffs, not believing him. he nods in response, “fine. go and kiss her.” hari knew he wouldn’t kiss a stranger, he doesn’t have the balls for it. he doesn’t like the public affection.

seungmin hesitates, a bit surprised that she stated that. his eyes immediately landed on kitty, he wanted to kiss her out of everyone. mainly because she’s pretty and funny and confident. he starts to walk towards her, a bit nervous as his ex girlfriend watches him, knowing he won’t do it.

when he is standing in front of her, he speaks, “can i kiss you?” changbin’s eyes widen at the boldness of his friend. he looks behind him and sees his ex. seungmin’s eyes beg for her to agree, “please.” kitty nods. seungmin moves closer and locks lips with her. his heart starts to burst, beating like crazy, her lips felt great against his. his hands move towards her hips, while her arms wrap around his neck.

synopsis: being an onlyfans creator in college is hard sometimes, getting innuendo comments thrown at you, that’s what kitty deals with but ignores it. she meets seungmin by accident, a baseball hitting her face. he knows who she is because of his friends.

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