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All Bark and No Bite - 13

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Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Chapter Warnings: afab/fem reader, Smut, protected p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, mild anal play, grinding, thiago riding, spanking, choking, biting, kissing, violence, blood, cursing, misogyny, sexism, Dom!Seungmin, Possessive!seungmin, Possessive!Reader, Soft!Han, reader gets called puppy (a lot), crying,name calling , fluff, angst, Lee know once again being a dick.

WC: 8.3k

There was a wetness that was traveling up the side of your shoulder that woke you up that morning, a little squeaky ‘mwah’ following each moist point of contact. You blearily opened your eyes, catching the sun shining through the thick nylon of the tent and forgetting where you were for a second.

Before the mild panic could set in, you were hushed from a body next to you, “Shhh baby, you’re alright my sweet girl.” It was Jisung, he had a softness to his tone you hadn’t heard before.

“Ji?” You asked, delirious from sleep and turning your head to look at him through half closed eyes.

“Mmhmm” He hummed, continuing his smooches along your shoulder and trailing up to your neck.

You immediately relaxed, closing your eyes and letting out a sleepy sigh. “Wha are ya doin?”

“Jus’ missed you is all.” He replied, his warm hands digging under the blankets you were buried under and finding the skin of your waist. “Annnnd maybe I was feeling a little needy for my baby.”

“Mm. Where’s Channie?” You felt his fingers drumming on your skin, finding your hip and giving it little taps.

“Hyung is clearing up the stuff down by the beach with the others. He wanted to let you sleep.” His kisses were turning into nips and sucks as he got closer to your jaw line. You let him move his hand ever further south, resting in the waistband of your sweats.

“Hmph” You grunted, “ this is letting me sleep huh?”

“We all have to make sacrifices sometimes, baby.” He tilted your face to meet his, his eyes half lidded with need. “ I needed you.” Jisungs wet lips found yours with a whimper. You melted into his kiss, breathing a sleepy sigh of content. It’s honestly crazy how he hadn’t kissed you for real until right now. Kissing him was exhilarating. You had hoped he had wanted you but now you could feel how bad he craved you though his lips, a mashing of teeth and tongue, as if he was trying to devour you. You were sure you would never forget the tang of his natural taste, it being reminiscent of Sunny D in that sense.

You gave a low whine when the beta wandered his fingers further into your sweats and into your panties. He didn’t delve his fingers in, just gave you more taps on the flesh that was quickly dampening for him.

“Fuck my baby, need to hear you make that noise again.” He muttered against your wet lips. The beta could smell your arousal filling the tent, leaking through the pores in the nylon fabric. He hoped to be covered in it. Wanted it to seep into his skin.

Jisungs fingers swiped through your accumulating slick, both of you groaning at the feeling.

“Ji, we can’t umm, we can’t do it right now… I don’t think we have any.. Protection.” You managed to get out bashfully, finding it incredibly hard to stay strong on the matter. But you were not about to have a repeat of Chan's fury.

“Shh my baby, I know. Jus’ wanna make my girl feel good, is all.” His mouth reattached to yours and his nimble digits circled up to your clit after collecting some of your slick. “Mm so fucking wet, nnngh.” He started to whine as he bucked his clothed pelvis into your covered form, unable to stop the motion.

The beta rubbed harshly on your bundle of nerves, panting as he took in your little squeaks and whimpers of pleasure, finding it addictive. Craving more and more. His little grinds only increased when he parted from your clit and plunged a finger into you, feeling your tightness surround his digit.

“Sungie” you moaned at the intrusion, eyes clenched shut. You had heard he played guitar so you figured he must be good with his hands but fuck.

He wanted to cry at how sweet you sounded when you whined his name. Ji used his other hand that wasn’t buried in you to rip the blankets off your quickly overheating body then he pulled your bottoms down so he could get better access to you.

The sight of your drooling pussy and glassy eyes riddled with sleep and lust, pushed him over the edge, and he came untouched in his sweats. “Fuuuuck my baby, prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, oh my fucking god, so perfect, the best omega in the whole world I swear to god.” He rambled as he came, shoving a second finger in and bringing his other to circle your sensitive nub.

You felt your high approaching, all it took was for him to curl against your special spot inside of you for you to let go. This one felt a little different from the rest that you’ve had before. When you came there was a release, and a flood of your essence shot out of you, soaking both Jisungs hands and the blankets beneath you. You were crying in pleasure at the feeling. “Ji, Jisung oh my gooood, fuck ahhhh.”

He moaned loudly when you squirted on his hand, “What the fuck oh my fuck thats so hot.”

The beta worked you through your high, only stopping his thrusting when you weakly grabbed his wrist. You were panting so hard, your lungs were on fire. He didn’t give you much time to catch your breath, though. When he pulled his soaking fingers out of your hole, he was mesmerized by the shine coating his skin. You watched as he shakily brought the same hand up to his own mouth, and put the dripping digits on his tongue.

Jisung moaned and screwed his eyes shut at the sensation of your slick on his taste buds. “Fuck I need to taste you properly.”

Before you even registered what he meant, Ji leaned over and buried his face between your thighs, immediately running his tongue through your folds.

“Ji too sensitive!” You tried to pull him back despite your moans, pulling at his hair but he only whined into you and made a slurping sound. It was positively filthy. It made your head spin and your brain fuzzy.

He only stopped once he had his fill of the goodness between your legs. When Ji pulled back the whole bottom half of his face was covered in your slick and his pupils were blown up so big they encompassed his entire eye.

He took in your fucked out expression as he licked his lips, not willing to let even a drop go to waste. He always knew he was a munch but it had never been truer until this particular moment. Jisung already longed to suckle your nectar from you once more, even though he was there seconds beforehand.

Instead of acting on his urges, he pulled your sweats back up over your hips and gave you another wet kiss. You could taste yourself in his mouth and it made you shiver. Your own hand slowly made its way to his crotch but he caught your hand before you could grab at it.

You pulled away from his kiss in confusion.”Do you not want me to make you feel good too?”

His cheeks were bright red and he wouldn’t meet your eyes. “Don’t worry about that, baby. I already got mine.” It took you a second to realize what he meant, until your eyes dropped to the wet patch that was starting to appear through his sweats.

“Oh.” you giggled, trying not to embarrass him. It was honestly flattering that he came in his pants just by touching you.

“Next time I’ll hold out for you, promise.” He had a dopey grin as you kissed him again. He was just too precious.

A voice from outside the tent startled you both, “If you two are done fucking in there, breakfast is heating up then we’re gonna hit the road, so it sure would be swell if we could pack up this tent.” Minho.

You covered your face with your hands, as Jisung screeched, “We were not fucking in here, you twat!”

“Wow, someone woke up on the right side of the tent this morning.” Hyunjin eyed both you and Jisung when you crawled out of the tent a few minutes later. Jisung still had that dopey grin on his face and you had that sex glow you get after you cum. Hyunjin would know, he’s made you do it.

“Morning Jinnie.” You smiled at him and leaned up to kiss him. He returned your kiss briefly, before pulling away and pressing a kiss to your nose, causing you to giggle. Jisung skirted off, (you assumed to change his pants).You looked around and noticed most of the camp was already put up. Wow, that was a really quick camping trip. You can't fault them, though. It was pretty impromptu. You noticed every milling about, picking up, except Felix and Chan. “Where’s Lix and Channie?”

Hyunjin grimaced, “Well, uhh, the hormones you release when your uh, releasing, is a little too much for Felix when he knows he’s not allowed to touch you or anything, so he had to separate himself for a while. He stormed back to the beach and Hyung followed after him.”

Your eyes found the trail to the beach and with a mind of their own your feet were marching towards it with purpose. You were worried Chan was being mean to Felix and your omega needed to comfort the beta. Hyunjin was shocked as you just took off out of his arms, and he didn’t know whether to stop you or let you go. Thankfully (or maybe not) he didn’t have to stop you.

Before you could register the presence behind you, a hand snatched your arm, keeping you from proceeding. “You’re not going down there, omega.” That was the harshest you’d ever heard Minhos voice, it made you gasp at how assertive he sounded.

You snapped your neck in his direction, fire lit in your soul at being told no, again. “And why not, Minho?”

His cold eyes stared into your fiery ones, “It’s not your place to interfere with the Alphas business. You’re staying right here with us.”

You both could feel the other five pack members watching the interaction, but neither of you gave a fuck right now.

“You’re not an alpha, you can’t make me do anything, Minho.” You challenged with a shaky voice.

His eye twitched and he tilted his head in a nearly menacing way, “ You wanna bet?”

Your nerves were slipping, unable to help the tremble of your bottom lip. “ Chan said I was the woman of the household. I think that's justification to go where I please.”

His grip on your arm tightened as he growled, “Yeah. You’re a woman. Not a man. Know your place.”

You gasped at the gall of his statement and tears sprung to your lash line. A sourness overtook your normally pleasant scent, cascading out of you in waves. “What the fuck is yo-”

“Ok! That’s enough of that!” Changbin was the one to break the tension, removing you from Minho who let you go instantly. The alpha took you in his arms and away from the beta. Minho scoffed as you were rescued, rolling his eyes and going back to his tasks.

“What is wrong with him?!” You were seething, trying to turn your head to glare but Changbin wasn’t having it.

“Nuh uh, baby. You just keep looking ahead, no need to get even more worked up.” He was trying to be as calming as possible, attempting to release soothing pheromones to alleviate the tension. He set you down on the open hatch of the truck bed.

Changbin may have been an alpha but his scent wasn’t as assertive as Chans so it was taking you longer to calm down, “Seriously Binnie, what the fuck is his problem?!”

He sighed, running this hand through your hair. “Baby, you can’t just challenge Min like that.”

You huffed in protest. You wanted to roll your eyes but thought better of it. “He started it”

Binnie chuckled, “It doesn’t matter who started it, baby. You gotta understand his position in the pack hierarchy. There’s a right and wrong way to handle things. Minho is the second in command in our pack, he is directly under Channie Hyung and that means he deserves the respect of someone in a position of power.”

Your lip was trembling again as more tears sprung to your eyes, and you let your head fall to face your lap. “When he said to ‘know my place’, he reminded me of my father. He would say that to me and my mother all the time.”

“Aww baby, come er.” Changbin cooed and pulled you into his chest as you cried. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it like your father did. It’s all politics, omega. He’s not quite used to being challenged like that. Especially not by our resident sweetheart.”

“Still hurts my feelings.” You grumbled, wiping your wet cheeks.

“Mm I know, baby. Let alpha make you feel better.” He began to pepper kisses all over your face, making a show with the loud smooch sounds. You couldn’t help but to giggle as your tears stopped.

“Ok ok! I feel better!” You laughed and tried to push him off. You hugged him when he finally stopped his kiss attack, nuzzling into his chest. “Thanks Binnie. You’re good at making me feel better.”

“I always got you, omega.” He pressed a final kiss to your lips then noticed a mass coming up from the beach trail. “Looks like things are ok over there too.” He flicked his head to make you turn your attention.

Coming up the trail was Chan, with Felix on his back. The alpha was giving a piggyback ride to the younger beta. Felix still had slightly puffy eyes as if he had been crying previously, but now he had a gentle grin as they entered camp. Felix said something in Chan's ear, making the alpha laugh as he set him down.

Able to pick up the rigidity in the camp, Chan’s eyes flitted around until they locked on yours. He had a questioning look on his face as he took in your puffy eyes then he sent a look to Changbin. The younger alpha lightly shook his head, his eyes flickering over to a tense Minho then back to Chans. Chan sucked his teeth and nodded back.

Chan set Felix down by the tents where Hyunjin and Jeongin were finishing packing them up and he made his way to you. Changbin gave you a swift kiss and backed away as Chan appeared, giving him a fist bump before going on his way.

“He’s fine, if you were wondering.” Chan pulled you into him, his chin resting on your head. “Just got himself a little worked up.”

“I was really worried for him..” you breathed out timidly. “I was scared you were, umm…”

“Oh I see, you were scared I was punishing Felix again, huh?” He murmured softly. You nodded in response. “My nurturing little omega just wanted to make it better?”

“Yeah, alpha” Your voice croaked, thick with more on coming tears. “But Min stopped me…He was so mean.”

“Mmm, I know baby. Ya know, I love how much you care about Lix and the other boys.” You nodded again. “Means you're a good omega. A perfect one for this pack.”

That made you purr in response, feeling vindicated.

“But,” Shit, nevermind.

“You gotta let your alpha handle things. Felix and I were only having a conversation, baby. I wasn’t punishing or scolding him. You would have felt pretty foolish storming over there in the middle of our heartfelt conversation, huh?”

Hmph “....maybe”

Chan laughed, rubbing your back and planting a kiss on your head, “And cut Min some slack, he can be a dick but he doesn’t mean it most of the time.”

“Ugghhhhh do I have tooooo?” you pouted dramatically.

“Yes, baby. Where’s my nice, forgiving omega, hm?” He was using his scent to persuade you.

“M’ right here.” You melted into him, showing your submission.

“There’s my girl.” Luckily with you pressed against him, you missed the sly smirk he sent Minho- who was balking at how easily he got you to calm down from across the campsite. “I love you, baby.”

“Love you too Channie.”

“Looks like we’re about ready to go. And I don’t know about you but I am ready for a shower.” He laughed.

You sniffled and pulled away from him, “Yeah you stink.”

He gasped dramatically, “maybe you’re not nice after all.” He hoisted you into his arms as you shrieked a laugh. He had you over his shoulder so you smacked his ass and in return he gave you one back then laid a bite into the side of your thigh, causing you to shriek again. “Let’s roll!” He called out to everyone else, who had just finished getting ready to depart. He sure did love efficiency.

The ride home felt like it went by way quicker than the journey there. Chan let you pick the music again and you both belted the words to every song together. He didn’t make fun of you when you did little dances to each one (ok maybe he poked fun a little bit). The alpha adored how goofy you could be, and how every day he gets to see more and more of who you are inside; not just what the omega traits gave you.

The truck pulled up to the house after the others had already arrived, and the pack was already moving everything back where it belonged. You had been bummed the trip had been so short, but now being back home you felt relieved, as if a weight had been lifted from you at no longer being stuck in the woods in a tense atmosphere.

After helping move some things and taking everyones dirty laundry into the washroom to be dealt with later, you all had gone for showers and naps. Some of them were still hungover from drinking too much (Jeongin and Felix mostly).

You went into Chans bathroom to find him already turning on the water, “Wanna shower with me, my love?”

You were hesitant to reply, remembering the last time you were in that shower together, and how you were punished.

He could tell you were apprehensive, “It’s just a regular shower, baby. Nothing scary this time, promise.” Chan held out his pinky to you, his eyes crinkling with his endearing grin. When he’s so cute like this, how could you deny him?

“Ok, Channie,” you looped pinkies with him, then you took off your clothes and joined him in the shower. He didn’t touch you sexually this time, and you were grateful for it. He didn’t think you would be ready for it in this particular shower, anyways. That doesn’t mean you didn’t get a smattering of smooches from him, though. Sometimes he can’t keep his lips to himself, he guessed he was like his pack brothers in that way when it comes to you.

Once you were cleansed and clothed - in Chans shirt and a pair of shorts, naturally - you padded down into the kitchen for a bottle of water. Jisung was already there, on his phone.

“Hi love bug.” he greeted you with a kiss. “ I'm ordering pizza, Bin has been complaining that he’s gonna ‘ die of starvation’ if he doesn’t get a supreme asap. What kind do you like?”

“Hmm, I wouldn’t say no to a hawaiian.” You sipped your drink you got from the fridge.

“Don’t let Hyung hear you say that.” You felt a hard pinch on your right ass cheek,

“Ow!”

“He hates pineapple on his pizza” Seungmin snickered, dodging your tiny fist. “My vote is only get hawaiian, really stir the pot in here.”

“Yeah that's what we need.” Jisung replied sarcastically. “Let’s not piss off the alphas please.”

“You’re no fun, Hannie”

“I am fun!”

At this point you made a swift exit out of the kitchen, staying out of the mini spat. “I swear, they fight like an old married couple.” you murmured.

“I heard that!”

“No you didn’t!” You called behind you.

You ventured into Chan's room to gather his and your laundry, then back down into the laundry room. You hadn’t realized how much it had built up in the last few days, so getting it done was a top priority for you.

It was about 40 minutes later and you were putting the second load in the washer when you heard a pounding at the door. It wasn’t a gentle knock but more like a rapid banging. You listened for a moment and didn’t hear anyone go to the door so you did. ‘Jeez the delivery man must be in a mood today.’ you thought cynically as you made your way to the entry.

You now heard harsh whispers coming from the door as you got closer.

“I told you it was done, Brynn. You can’t come around anymore.” Seungmin, but who was he talking too?

“You dump me over text and now you won’t even explain why! What kind of bullshit is that? It’s been a week of radio silence from you.” It was a woman's voice, shrill and whiny.

You could see Seungmins back as he addressed the girl at the door, and you could make out her blonde hair over his shoulder.

“We weren’t dating. You made it perfectly clear when we started hooking up you didn’t want a relationship. I don’t have to explain shit to you.” He was trying to keep his voice even, as if he really didn’t care. He probably didn’t. “What’s done is done, Brynn. Don’t act like a spoiled child just because you don’t get my dick wet anymore.”

The woman looked over his shoulder as you came into view, her catty eyes narrowed at you then at him. “Who the fuck is that?”

Minnie turned his head to catch a glimpse of you, before sighing and pointing away, “Baby go back to the living room with the boys.”

“Oh I get it now.” The woman, Brynn, let her nostrils flare as she zeroed in on you. “you left me for some omega whore.”

‘What the fuck did I do?’

“You don’t know shit.” He bit back at her, now getting fired up. You stepped closer to him despite his order to leave, now only about a foot away. This girl was starting to piss you off, and you already had enough rage leftover from your altercation this morning.

“No, I get it now.” She smirked evilly, “Look at the bruises on her legs, you guys are all sharing her huh?”

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t know anything about our pack.” He growled at her, glaring daggers.

“What’s the matter? Mad I got it right? Maybe if you weren’t such a beta loser you could get your own girl, instead of sharing some used up who-” The beta woman didn’t get to finish her sentence before you ducked past Seungmin and slammed your fist right into her left cheek. “AHH what the hell!” she clutched her face as she screamed.

“Y/N!” Seungmin grabbed your waist pulling you back, he was instantly shocked by your behavior. And maybe a little turned on. “Don’t, she’s not worth it baby.”

“I’ll show you whos the fucking loser! Don’t you ever speak to him like that again!” You tried to swing your fists again but Minnie had already pulled you too far away.

“Seungmin control your fucking dog!” She snarled, still clutching her red cheek.

“Oh my god why is something always happening in this entry way?!” Jisung shrieked as he ran to see what was going on. Chan and Changbin were right behind him. Brynns scream must have alerted them all to trouble.

“Take her now!” Seungmin tried to hand you off to Chan but you gripped onto the door frame, refusing to let go.

“No! I’m not done with her!” You were raging, the angriest you had ever been.

“Omega let go now.” Chan used an alpha command on you, making you release instantly.

“That’s right, go back to your master.” Brynn sneered.

“Next time I see you, it’s on sight bitch! Count your days!” You screeched, pointing at her as you were hauled away.

As you were pulled through the house you could no longer see nor hear the commotion at the door. Chan knew Seungmin would be telling her off and making her leave. “What the fuck was that?” He set you on the couch then crouched to your eye level. “Did you hit her?”

You crossed your arms, a snarl still embedded on your face. “If you heard what she was saying you’d wanna hit her too.”

He sighed, running a hand down his face, “Omega, you-”

“No!” He gave you a hard stare for interrupting him. “Sorry, alpha.” you winced. “ But I couldn’t stand there and let her say that about him! Something came over me and I just had to protect him from her. I have never felt such raw adrenaline before, it’s kinda like I blacked out and before I knew it, my fist was on her face!”

“I get it baby, you needed to save your minnie from the mean girl.” You nodded. “And I bet you were still feeling the intensity from this morning huh?”

“Yes, alpha. I’m sorry.” You sighed, trying to let the emotions go but failing miserably.

“All I’m gonna say is, don’t make it a habit of hitting people. Only warning.” He kissed your head, “But she really did deserve it, that chick sucks.”

“You should have seen the look on the pizza guys face when he pulled up to Brynns ugly crying face! He looked horrified!” Han held the pizzas in his arms as he passed you on the way to the kitchen. “Also, super hot of you to hit her, baby.”

Chan groaned and you giggled, “Ji I’m in here actively trying to teach her violence is not ok, we don’t need your encouragement.”

“Oh lighten up, Hyung. That bitch deserves it.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” You agreed enthusiastically.

The alpha threw his hands up exasperated, before standing and stomping to the kitchen. He wouldn’t admit it but it was super hot seeing you all fired up like that. Seungmin and Changbin came in next. Changbin ruffled your hair, “Hey there, good job slugger.”

“Get off!” you pushed his hand away, laughing.

Seungmin was next to crouch in front of you, searching your face for any harm. When he found none there his eyes moved down and zeroed in on your hand, that had begun to bruise already from how hard you slammed it into the other woman's face.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t.” You admitted to him, shyness overtaking you under his scrutiny.

He scoffed, somewhat amused. “Clearly.” He grabbed your bruised hand and ran his thumb gently over the knuckles. When you hissed in discomfort, he brought the skin up to his mouth and gave it a tender kiss. “Next time, let me handle it.”

“As if,” you muttered with your own scoff. “I won’t let her or anyone else talk to you like that. You’re not her toy to treat like crap. You don’t belong to her.” You spat the last word like it left a bad taste in your mouth, and the beta noticed.

“Oh omega, is someone feeling a little… possessive over her Minnie, hm? You want me to belong to you instead?” He had his devilish grin on.

“No!” you protested, “...Maybe. Whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

He laid you on the couch with a shove, before climbing over you. You gasped and put your hand on his chest, eyes wide. “Don’t you worry about it, baby. As far as I’m concerned I’ve been yours since the spaghetti o’s.”

“Ugh don’t bring that up again.” you turned your head to avoid his eye contact and he took the opportunity to nip your neck. “Minnie get off!”

“Yeah get off her! The little savage needs some fuel to keep fighting for her men!” Seungmin was shoved off playfully by Changbin.

You could hear Chan yell from the kitchen, “No more fighting!”

“Yes more fighting!”

“Jisung, enough!”

“Ok ok, sorry.”

“Who’s fighting?” Jeongin ran in looking for the commotion.

“No one is fighting, Innie.” You replied, sitting up.

“Yeah, not anymore. You missed Baby smack the shit outta Brynn.” Changbin said eating a slice.

“Baby hit Brynn? No way she sucks!” Hyunjin entered now, trailed by a sleepy Felix.

The younger beta gave you a look of pure surprise, “For real, you actually hit her?”

“Uhh yeah, I did.” You felt sheepish now that they all knew.

“Wow. Our precious baby is showing us she’s not all bark and no bite huh?” he blinked away his shock, him too entering the kitchen.

Suddenly, a roar was heard from the head Alpha,

“Why does every pizza have pineapple?! Jisung?!”

“Oops!”

Lunch was filled with them all poking fun and teasing you for your altercation. Most praised you (making your brain short circuit) and told you how insanely hot they found it. One beta in particular couldn’t stop letting his imagination wander. He decided right then that he would give you a reward instead of punishing your behavior.

When you had all eaten you meandered back to your self appointed chore, telling them all to bring their laundry bins down and you would begin taking care of it. While you were folding some of the done pile, a figure came up behind you.

You shivered when he brushed your hair away from the side of your neck, and he placed the other hand on your hip under your shirt. “When you’re done here, come up to my room, omega.”

Seungmin’s voice was gravely as he lowered it to a whisper. He laid a light kiss to the skin of your neck, and you whimpered, nodding your head in agreement. “Mm, good girl.”

His hand traveled down to your butt, giving the cheek a single squeeze before he pulled away from you completely, and exited the room as if he was never even there.

You felt your breath return to you once he was gone, only now realizing you were holding it in the first place. With shaky hands you continued, wondering how the hell you were supposed to get anything done after that.

In actuality you managed to get another load in the dryer and finished folding the one you were working on within about an hour. You set the basket of folded clothes in Chans room, not expecting to see him chilling on his bed, playing on his phone. He smiled when you walked in, setting his phone down. “Hey baby, are you gonna come snuggle with me?” he held his hand out for you.

“Umm,” you grabbed his hand but didn’t sit. “Minnie kinda asked me to go to his room already..”

“Oh, I see.” He smirked cheekily, “Well before you go take one of these,” he reached over and handed you a little packet of pills. “Bin picked up your birth control prescription yesterday. Make sure you take it every day .” you nodded before popping one out and sticking it in your mouth. He handed you some water to wash it down. “Now don’t let me keep you then, my love.” he let go of you and sent you off.

You left the room, and went to the door you knew led to Seungmins room. You steeled your nerves before timidly knocking on his door. You heard a faint “Come in, baby.” so you opened the door and entered his space. You hadn’t been in his room yet, you weren’t expecting it to be so colorful. He had a few hanging plants draping down from his ceiling. The back wall was dark green, and the rest were off white, making the room look larger. Shelves lined the walls that were filled with books.

You closed the door behind you, and were hit with the encompassing scent of him. The smell was delicate like a thunderstorm. “Hi Minnie.” You twiddled with your thumbs, unable to meet his gaze.

He chuckled, “ Hey Omega. Won’t you come here?” He was sitting at the mahogany desk in the corner where he beckoned you to him. You shuffled your feet until you came to stand right in front of him. “There she is, my girl.” You preened at his sentiment, the omega inside begging to hear him say it again. “You like that? You like it when I call you mine?” He yanked you into his lap, letting you feel how hard he already was under you.

He leaned you back into him as he cradled your jaw, tilting your head and giving you little licks into the skin there. “Y-yes Minnie.”

“Oh I know you do, baby. Here in this room, you belong to me. You’re my girl alone when you're in these four walls, do you understand?” He knew he was laying it on thick but he needed to train you early. He nipped at your skin roughly.

“Mhm I understand Minnie.” you were whimpering, melting into his hold. He could see your nipples harden under your shirt, pleased you weren’t wearing a bra underneath.

“Go lay on my bed for me, and take your clothes off.”

You scrambled off of him when you register what he says, literally flinging your shirt off and tripping lightly when you pull your shorts down. He held back a snort, opting to bite his lip instead. You turn around to face him before you pull off your panties, giving him a full view of your breasts. You tried to keep eye contact with him as you unhurriedly pulled your panties down and let them drop to the floor.

If anything was true about Seungmin; it’s that he was very good at keeping his composure. On the outside he appeared calm and collected as he watched the sexiest creature he had ever seen settle herself on his bed. But on the inside; he was losing his mind. All he wanted was to ravish you, tear you apart and put you back together again. He had let the tension with you rise for days in anticipation for this moment, and he felt like a dog with a bone. More like a puppy.

The quilt on his bed was a mauve shade and had diamond shapes stitched into it. It was soft on your skin as you laid upon it, helping quell the fluttering in your stomach. You clutched it as Seungmins' predatory stare raked over your form. From your position on his bed he could see the glistening between your legs and his mouth began to water.

You noticed where his gaze was pointed and it made you feel kind of dirty, the way he had his fixed stare on your most intimate parts had you subconsciously rubbing your thighs together as you released a scent thick with arousal.

“Look at you, dripping and writhing when I haven’t even touched you yet.” He stood from his place on the chair across the room, palming his bulge through his sweats. “ What am I gonna do with you, pretty girl?” He tore his shirt off, taking a step towards you. “Should I stretch you out on my fingers?” Another step. “Should I eat your pussy till you cry?” Now he was at the foot of the bed. “Or maybe I should make you cum on my cock till you pass out?”

That had you absolutely panting, eyes blown at the suggestion and your thighs clenching. The arousal was coming out in thick drips and drenching the intricate quilt below you. It would surely take months to get the scent out. Not that he would want to.

“Option 3? If you ask nicely, maybe I’ll give you what you want.” He licked his lips, itching to grab you but wanting to hear you beg for it. He wasn’t going to touch you otherwise.

“Please, Minnie.” You whined softly, feeling modest, your face heating up.

“Is that all you got?” He scoffed and took half a step back. “You must not really want it that bad.”

“I do, Minnie I want it!”

“You want it? You want my cock?” His eyes narrowed at you as he smirked.

You nodded rapidly, “Uh huh.”

“Then beg me for it, omega.”

You attempted to take a staggering breath as your lip trembled.

“Minnie, my Minnie, please, please have mercy on me, and fuck me. Please, Seungmin.”

A rumble came from him as he pounced on you. He slipped his pants off hastily as he crashed his mouth to yours. His tongue invaded your mouth and his hand groped your chest, the combination being staggering for you. You moaned when he gave your nipple a firm pinch. His pelvis pushed back into you when yours bucked up looking for friction.

“You really are a needy little thing, rutting into me like a horny little puppy.” He was condescending with his words, mouthing at your lips with cruel nips. “What happened to that feisty omega that took on the world today, huh? Where’d the snappy guard dog go?” He licked your bottom lip messily. “Show me how bad you want it, puppy.”

You animatedly thrusted up into him, grinding on his clothed member. He could feel the slick coming off of you and soaking into his boxers.

“Awe you’re so wet omega. Can feel you practically water logging my dick through my boxers.” He grunted, shuddering when you bucked again.

You were quickly falling deeper into subspace, surrendering yourself to him completely. His dominant aura and attitude was sending you spiraling into the abyss. “Mhmm, wet for my Minnie. Wan’ you to fuck me.”

Seungmin lowered his head to suck on the opposite nipple than the one he was pinching, nibbling on the hardened bud.

“I’ll fuck you, puppy. Give you what you need.” He sucked harder, and your hand shot to his hair. “But first you gotta give me what I need. Make yourself cum, wanna see the look on your face when you rut on me so hard you cum.”

“B-but I..” You whined, “I don’t know if I can.”

He quickly slipped a hand down between where your bodies met and gave a slap to your core. You wailed at the sharp pain. “I’ve told you before, I don’t care if you can, the fact is you will.” He smacked again. “Get to it.”

Seungmin slotted his thigh between your legs to give you more friction. You thrusted up into him again and hooked your thigh over his hips, grinding harshly into him. The fabric of his underwear over his member caught on your clit. Your head fell back into his pillows and you moaned. You repeated that motion over and over again, being so turned on you were actually getting off in it

“Seung, s-so good.”

He returned your rutting with one of his own, making you cry out as the knot in your stomach was building.

“Minnie, I think m’ gonna, gonna…”

“Go ahead, my obedient little pup, let go for me. Make a mess.”

With his permission you felt your orgasm take over, making you shake with pleasure. “Unngghh” Your ‘o’ face was even better than he imagined, eyes shut tight and drool coating your lips as you moaned. It was the both most gratifying and beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He barely let you finish your shaking before he had you suddenly flipped over so you were on your stomach. You let out a gasp in surprise. Seungmin leaned back on his heels and yanked you up by your hips, until you were on your hands and knees presenting for him. He admired the way your pussy spasmed from your leftover orgasm and he swiped a finger through your juices, swirling it around before he shoved the finger inside. You squirmed as you whimpered again. He hummed in appreciation, “ I love the noises you make for me, omega. Let’s see how loud you can get.”

You heard a crinkling sound behind you, so you turned your head around to the sight of him rolling a condom down his length. He had abandoned his underwear at some point and you hadn’t even noticed. When it was rolled on completely he took his cock and rubbed it through your folds, not yet pushing in. His lithe hand ran over your shoulders, barely touching as it trailed down your spine.

Seungmin laid a harsh smack to your ass cheek when he got to the bottom of your back “ow, minnie!” He didn’t respond, choosing to snicker in amusement when your flesh ripped from his treatment. He entered the tip into your dripping hole, giving a moan at the squelch that emitted.

He let go of his cock go and opted for giving your ass cheeks a punishing grip on each side, spreading you open for him to get an even better view of your pussy and the other little pink hole that you hide from him. You let your head fall in embarrassment when he seemed to take his time gazing directly at your most intimate hole. Seungmin let his saliva accumulate in his mouth before he leaned close and stuck out his tongue, the spit he collected falling off the tip onto your puckered flesh.

You shivered when you felt it hit you, eyes wide with slight terror at the prospect of him penetrating your ass. He could sense your fear and chuckled with his signature evilness. “Don’t worry, Puppy. Minnie’s not gonna fuck your ass… today.” your sigh of relief was cut off when his thumb swirled around in his own spit, not pushing in but definitely testing the waters. “Doesn’t mean I can’t play with it a little bit, though.”

All at once he pushed his length into you completely and also his thumb entered just slightly. Even the tip of this thumb was a stretch for you. The sensations made your back arch and a loud howl break from your parted lips. You had only moments to adjust to him, as he gave your ass another sharp smack and began his thrusting into you from behind.

Desperate cries were falling from you and Seungmin snuck his hand back up your spine until he found purchase at the base of your neck. He squeezed the skin there and used the grip he had to tilt your head up to face the ceiling, wanting your moans to be projected out. “Let em’ hear it, baby. Let the pack hear who’s making you bark like this.”

His jarring words made another bout of slick build up and drip out around his cock. The wet, sloppy sounds were resonating off the four walls, making it seem louder with the constant echoes.

“Mm, I’ll never get enough of this pussy drenching me. Wettest I’ve ever seen, fuck.” He squeezed your neck a little harder, making you choke on your moans. “God damn you look so good with my hand around your neck. Maybe I should get you a collar, make you wear it around like I’m always there giving my girl a good squeeze. My puppy can wear my initials on her pretty neck.”

“Minnie, please oh my god.” You rasped out between cries, feeling your second orgasm starting to build within you. You clenched particularly hard on him when he pushed the thumb just a touch further into you, stretching your previously untouched cavity.

“Fuck, omega. Clenching down on me so fucking tight. Gonna make me cum.”

You whimpered, “Wan you too, wan you to cum please Minnie.” You were begging, tears steadily streaming down your face now, just inches away from cumming yourself. “Wanna cum too, please, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely, make a mess for me, pup. Cum.”

Your eyes rolled into your head as you wailed, toes curling and spurts of slick shooting out from around him. Feeling how hard you clamped down on his dick made Seungmin not be able to hold back any longer. He spewed curses and deep growls as he came, filling the condom with his thick essence. His mouth was salivating and he gave into his urges, leaning up to your shoulder and chomping his teeth down into the flesh just above Felix's bite. Your blood filled his mouth as he bit, and you cried louder than you had the whole time he’d been fucking you. The beta let go of your skin and licked his lips, pupils blown wide.

You were quaking when he removed his thumb from you, giving you a few minor thrusts as he let go of your neck. Seungmin gave you a few tender kisses on your back, trying to bring you back down to earth.

When the beta pulled out of you, you felt your legs give out and your face planted into his bed with a groan. He gave a chuckle at how cute you were directly after being fucked. You were floating, drifting in hyperspace you didn’t notice when he laid down next to you after disposing of the condom. This is why he toyed with you for days, knowing the buildup would make it all the more intense for you.

He lifted you to be directly on top of him and he wiped the drool from your lips. “Not done yet, omega. Need you to bite me now.” He pet your hair and hauled you closer, basically shoving your face into his shoulder. “Give it to me, let everyone know I’m taken by you, baby.”

You did as you were told, almost on instinct, bearing your teeth and digging them into his flesh. He groaned huskily, eyes snapping shut when he felt the pressure.

“Thata girl.” He held you close to him as you lapped at the wound you made on him, feeling more intimate than anything else you had done with him previously. Now you were positive he loved you, he doesn’t seem like the type that would go around receiving bites for just anyone.

When you had diligently licked it clean you pulled away from the skin, tilting your head up the best you could to look at him. His pupils were still blown out, making his eyes look almost completely black. His hair had fallen into his face and the sweat had made it stick to his skin. He was panting as if he had just ran a marathon, a deep flush in his cheeks. In all honesty he looked positively immoral.

You didn’t look any better, you could bet you looked how you felt; exhausted. Exhausted from all the adrenaline of the day and from all the orgasms that had been pulled from you today.

“You did so well fo’ me, baby.” He managed to say when he caught his breath.He pet the side of your head and wiped the blood off your mouth.

“I did?” You mumbled, coming out of your trance-like state.

“Mmm, the best. Listened so good to your Minnie. Made me really proud of you.” He gave you a tender kiss. You sunk into him, purring in delight at his praise. You pulled away first, feeling the fatigue you rested your head down on his chest. “You can’t fall asleep yet, we gotta get you cleaned up first.”

You pouted but still let him scoot out from under you and pick you up in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom to begin wiping you down and cleaning your newest bite mark. Afterwards he carried you back to his bed, and dressed you in one of his t-shirts. It’s about time you paraded around in his clothes too.

It was only mid day, but he let you rest under his covers and laid down with you as he turned on a show on his laptop. You snuggled into him and immediately felt at peace.

You were able to murmer one last thing before you fell asleep, “Love you minnie.” then you passed out, letting sleep take over.

When you woke up, the sky outside the window had darkened to a deep orange. For a moment you laid there, eyes half open as you came to your senses. You could tell that you were still in Seungmin's room, and that he was laid next to you. You heard the faint voices coming from the laptop on his lap and his almost silent snorts when something was particularly funny on his show.

“Wha’ time is it?” you mumbled, turning your body around to face him.

“Hmm? Not that late,” He looked to you then to his phone, “ it’s almost 6:30. You’ve been asleep for about four hours.”

“Four hours?” You started to panic, worried about the chores you were doing. You sluggishly went to get up but he put an arm over you, preventing you from moving.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“V’ gotta finish the clothes. Don’t wan’ anyone to be mad at me.” your voice was still heavy with sleep.

He had the most unbelieveing look on his face, “I just fucked you within an inch of your life, and you’re worried about the laundry?”

“Don’t say it like that!” you tried to pout.

He broke out into a laugh at how cute you were, “Pup, no one is going to be mad at you right now. You finished enough today, you’re allowed to take it easy. There are no more obligations tonight, you’re in the clear to stay here with me tonight. If you want to.”

“I do, but Channies not upset?”

“No, omega. I already checked in with him. We’re all good.” He kissed your cheek, smiling when you giggled. “You should eat, does leftover pizza sound ok?”

You thought for a moment, then nodded thankfully. “Mmhmm, sounds great.” He kissed you again then he scooted off his bed, and went down to grab food for you both. When he brought it back up you both sat up and ate together. He occasionally poked fun at you and you did it back to him. A playful, easy night was exactly what you needed. He may not have said the words ‘i love you’ but he showed it in his own ways. You felt it in how he played with you, and took care of you when you needed it.

A/N: my apologies to anyone named Brynn, and also apologies for the pack tension or lee know stans.

Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

Also if any one wants to chat about the story or share predictions please send me an ask!!

Beta read by my wonderful bumble bee @ayejaii <3

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jeonride · 10 months

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mingi reading list / fic recs !

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Counting Stars (smut, also so fucking fluffy & soft you'll get butterflies) by @min-gis

My Way (fluff, angst, suggestive, bodyguard!mingi) by @sorryimananti-romantic

We Fell in Love in August (fluff, smut, brother's bestfriend!mingi) by @mingigoo

The Library Illusion: The Temple Guardian (smut, fantasy, naga!mingi) by @kwanisms

Inked Up (tattoo artist au, smut) by @huihuiheart

Nothing Compares To You (smut, fluff, established relationship) by @noramoons

Slow Down (smut, established relationship) by @strawberryya

Thique (smut, fluff) by @gojosnympho

Numb My Pain (smut, friends to lovers) by @yeonjuns-beanie

Bound In Blood (smut, angst, fated lovers au, vampire!mingi) by @nateezfics

Grant Me The Light (smut, angst, a lil' fluff, dystopian au) by @mingiswow

Skinny Dipping (smut, fluff, gentle dom!mingi) by @byuntrash101

For Me (smut, fluff, angst, sugar daddy au) by @hwanchaesong

Late Night (smut, fluff) @binniesbobastay

Sexual Feeling (smut) by @robyn-core

Jealous (2/2) (smut) by @cyberpxnk

Such A Tease (smut) by @call-me-bha

See Me After Class (angst, smut) by @ateezreactionsandscenarios

Use Me (smut, angst) by @hwaightme

Punishment + Dacryphilia (smut) by @hongism

Sour (smut, angst. with continual parts and different endings) by @itsbeeble

Kinkuary 21 (smut) by @kwanisms

DRABBLES / SCENARIOS ! ✧*

written by @min-gis :

i've never felt alone with you (smut but also so fucking fluffy & soft i got butterflies)

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pretty please (smut, fluffy!)

wedding buddies (smut, fluff, fake dating au) by @idyllic-ghost

rainy morning (smut, established relationship, soft dom! mingi) @nateezfics

7.36 (smut, fluff) by @riboism

make up sex (smut, fluff) by @nateezfics

somnophilia (smut, lil' fluff?? ig) by @hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf

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thigh riding (smut, soft dom!mingi i'm cryin bc of how soft he speaks)

orgasm control (smut)

fingering (smut)

you're blushing (fluff) by @biaswreckingfics

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fix you (fluff, simping, reader is mingis's spouse)

24 to 25 (fluff, dad!mingi)

face time (smut) by @byuntrash101

sleep habits (smut) by @cas-skz

the night doesn't belong to god (smut) by @straykids-97

obsession (perv!mingi) by @cybrsan

00.12 (smut, in which mingi wanted fem!reader to sit on his face) by @kwanisms

ungodly hour (smut) by @nabis-dreamscape-world

hard thoughts (smut) by @ateez-melody

22.36 (smut, fluff) by @star1117-archives

the star (smut, professor!mingi) by @flowerboykun

good morning (smut, fluff) by @mingisval

sixty-nine (smut) by @ocean-ai

written by @last-words-ofashootingstar :

sweet dreams (smut, sub!mingi)

don't make me beg (smut, sub!mingi)

use it (smut) by @a-soft-hornytiny

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random thoughts (smut, soft dom!mingi)

seductive (fluff, smut, crackhead energy)

hard hours : mingi eating you out (smut) by @soobberries

hard thoughts : kiss me thru the phone (smut, fluff) by @kpopscruggles

cold coffee (smut) by @cyberpunkhwx

stop staring (fluff) by @blu-joons

dom!mingi x innocent!reader (suggestive) @/sluttywonwoo

choco ice cream (fluff) by @/woosluv

caramel popcorn (fluff, bestfriends to lovers) by @/leejungchans

model student (fluff, tutored!mingi) by @/itgetsquiet

"don't read that, the lyrics aren't ready yet" (fluff) by @/imaginidol

sick (fluff) by @/lovelyjaem

thoughts on mingi : fucking you for the first time (nsfw, fluffy) by @/minranghae

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ebbaskz · 5 months

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an 'accident' | h.hj x reader (s, f)

masterlist | series masterlist

pairing : skz!hyunjin x reader (y/n)

content : 18+, morning sex, somnophilia, oral sex (fem receiving), finished in pants, most amazing bf ever hyunjin

wc : 900

The summer breeze flows through the screened window alongside the cascading light that shines over your and Hyunjin’s bodies.

Hyunjin is restless. His arms lay over his eyes, battling his urges to wake you up in his moment of desperation.

He should not be so turned on, but waking up to the sight of your barely clothed body lying in front of him got him too worked up to admit it to your face. This, along with the morning wood he woke up sporting, was the ultimate kill shot for his dignity at 8 in the morning.

He really should not wake you up. You both had a rough night, returning

from a hard day of work and practice to the point where you barely exchanged more than a few words with him before falling asleep. He had been worked up all day yesterday, and he hadn’t been disappointed or angry when you came home like a walking zombie, but he was pent up.

He wanted nothing more than to wake you up with his head in between your thighs, breathing life into him for the day by reaching you to your climax.

He figured there was no harm in satisfying those dreams, as sleep sex had been something you commented on once or twice, saying it was “a dream” to wake up to him pleasuring you.

He figured it was about time that this happened, leading to him lowering himself down the bed and pulling back the covers to expose your soft skin.

A gentle tug on your waistband brought a strong exhale to leave you, making Hyunjin flick his glance to ensure he did not wake you. You only shuffle around a little, spreading your legs more in a subconscious move from feeling him touch you.

This excitement that runs through him is electrifying, bringing his every nerve to life and contributing to the pulsating of his groin. He didn’t know this would ever affect him like it was. He only scoffed a little laugh when you mentioned it before, not genuinely considering it until now.

You settle, calmly returning to even breaths. This does not stay for long, though, as Hyunjin pulls your panties to the side, breathing onto your cunt before diving in for what he would consider to be his ‘breakfast.’

You whimper and thrash in your sleep, closing your legs around his had as he works to pleasure you. Hyunjin closes his eyes and works on you with full determination, rolling his hips into the duvet of your bed.

The pressure makes him groan into your cunt, halting his actions for a moment before returning back to his meal.

A hand is then entangled in Hyunjin’s blond hair, bringing him out of his pleasure-filled haze to look up at a newly-awake you.

He breaks away from your cunt to say, “Good morning, beautiful,” leaving a kiss on your throbbing clit and smirking, “you sleep okay? Any good dreams?”

You huff at his antics, pushing his head back toward your heat with a mumbled, “Stop talking, Jinnie…”

He airliy chuckles at your impatience, clearly not wanting to deal with his taunts this early in the morning. He appeals and lowers his head back to lap at your cunt.

You grasp your hand tighter in his hair as he hits your sensitive spots with his tongue. This drags a muffled groan out of him, feeling both pleasure from the tugs on his hair and the rutting of his hips that came in response.

Your eyes roll back as your high approaches closer, thrashing under the hold he has on your hips, pinning you down to the bed.

Hyunjin loves going down on you just for this reason, to see your pretty face twist up in pleasure that he is giving you, his angel. People like to say Hyunjin is a humble man, but when it comes to pleasuring you he takes full pride in his abilities.

“Jinnie- gon’ cum. Don’t stop…please-“ Your last sentence comes out as a breathy whine, making Hyunjin takes a deep breath to try and concentrate on what he’s doing before he finishes in his boxers at your heavenly pleads.

He focuses on you, honing in on your pleasure points that get you even closer to the edge.

Your grip tightens again and a cry leaves your lips as a wave of orgasmic pleasure washes over you, thrashing your hips further into his mouth even with the oversensitivity getting to you.

Your breathing subsides eventually, feeling calmed after Hyunjin brought you back down with kisses and bites across your body until his face met yours, giving you a long comforting kiss to ground you.

“Baby, let me help you now..” you drearily mumble out to him, ready to fully reciprocate the orgasm he just gave you.

“Don’t worry about that, honey,” he chuckles at you, motioning down with his head to the painfully obvious wet spot on his boxers that covers his groin. “I really tried to hold myself back, baby… but you looked too good, and I was too worked up.”

You giggle and cover your face with your hands, feeling something akin to pride at what you did to your angelic boy.

“Okay, then I promise to make it up to you later”

To this he lowers his head into your neck and mumbles back, “I can get on board with that..”

a/n : morning hyune is actually my brain rot. like it’s not a want anymore it’s a need. anyway i am very content with how this turned out and yall are NOT ready for what i have prepared for jisung. as he is my bias, i promise i will not disappoint and i will stay strong to my sub!han agenda. anyway ily all and stay safe!! - eb

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skz-streamer · 7 months

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Why I Fell For You

Simptober Small Things You Do M-list

Pairing: Felix (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/comfort

Warnings:

Notes: literal sweetheart, :((((( I love him so muchhh. I dont rlly think this does justice to him but whateverrr :///

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

Word count - 664;)

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The morning sun bathed the room in a gentle light, casting a warm glow over the stillness that had settled in after a night of unease. The argument from the previous evening lingered like a haunting specter, leaving both you and Felix in a state of disquiet. It was a restless night, marked by a conspicuous silence, and the awkwardness in the air felt heavy and oppressive.

The disagreement had begun innocuously enough, a minor misunderstanding that had unexpectedly snowballed into a full-blown argument. Your intention was simple – to express your affection and connect with Felix during his work hours, mirroring the love and attention he consistently showered upon you. However, it seemed like your well-intentioned efforts had crossed a line, and it left both of you feeling hurt and misunderstood.

With the dawn of a new day, you held onto a glimmer of hope that it would bring a fresh start, an opportunity to mend the rift that had grown between you and Felix. He broke the silence with a gentle but firm directive, "Get ready," and there was something resolute in his voice that compelled you to obey. You dressed up in a cute ensemble, the anticipation of the upcoming day carrying a hint of trepidation and hope.

Felix led you to a charming little restaurant, one of those hidden gems that seemed untouched by the hustle and bustle of the world outside. Delicate pastries, exquisitely crafted, beckoned from the display, and the aroma of fragrant tea filled the air. The ambiance was tranquil, with the soft murmur of other patrons providing a soothing backdrop. Despite the picturesque setting, the lingering tension seemed to be a stubborn guest, unwilling to depart.

As you both settled into your seats, the conversation was tentative, stilted at best. The burden of the unresolved argument weighed heavily upon you, and the silence between you two felt like an insurmountable divide. You were desperate to bridge the gap, to ease the awkwardness, and finally, you mustered the courage to speak.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" you began, but Felix, ever the considerate one, gently interrupted you, his voice a soft murmur in your ear. "Shhh, don't worry about it, hon."

His arms enveloped you in a comforting embrace, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his heart, a reassuring beat against your chest. In that embrace, he began to speak, his voice filled with heartfelt sincerity.

"I'm deeply sorry for what I said last night," Felix confessed earnestly. "It was rude of me, and I really didn't mean it. I cherish your texts throughout the day, and I beg you not to stop."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked up at him, the emotion in his eyes mirroring your own. It became apparent that the argument had taken a toll on him, just as it had on you. The raw vulnerability at that moment, as you held each other close, felt profound and healing.

Felix leaned in to kiss your cheek tenderly, his lips a gentle caress. His gaze met yours, and you could see the glint of moisture in his eyes, a testament to the depth of his feelings. Your own eyes mirrored his, and you smiled, a small but genuine one, in acknowledgment of his apology and the love that bound you both.

He took your hand, fingers interlocking, and guided you to sit closer to him, abandoning the space across the table. The physical closeness felt like a bridge, spanning the emotional gap that had separated you earlier. Your fingers brushed against each other as you shared a delicate tart, the sweetness of it resonating with the newfound warmth in your relationship.

As Felix bit into a tart, a playful giggle escaped his lips, breaking the tension that had haunted you for so long. You couldn't help but ask, "What's so funny?"

His eyes twinkled with affection, and he responded, "I don't know. I just love you so much."

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miel-ji · 1 year

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Taking Care of Drunk!Skz

Genre: fluff, established relationships

Paring: Ot8 x fem!reader

Word Count: 6.9k

Warning: members are drunk, lots of pet names, some kisses, Lee Know is a bit unhinged, mention of period in Hyunjin’s, Felix gets slightly suggestive, Seungmin makes an innuendo, I think that’s it but let me know if I missed anything

Summary: You weren’t able to go out with him that night, but good thing because when he gets home, it’s up to you to take care of him.

A/N: I kept going back and forth about whether I liked this since it’s a bit all over the place. I probably could’ve made the scenarios a bit more diverse to play around with it more but I hope they’re still interesting lmao it was fun writing for each of their personalities

Chan: {word count: 0.8k}

It was well into one in the morning when Chan finally came home stumbling in the apartment. You knew that he had been out drinking with the members in an impromptu celebration when they discovered their latest song reached their streaming goal. He had invited you to come once sober and again when drunk, but after the week you had, you were not really in a state to go out drinking. Chan was completely understanding, and he even expressed that part of him just wanted to come home to you. But this was important to his members, and him as well, so he decided a couple of drinks wouldn’t hurt.

When you heard the keys rattle behind the door and your boyfriend giggling as he entered the apartment, you instantly perked up from your spot on the couch. You threw aside the blanket that you had been relaxing under and went to greet him, “Channie, you’re finally home!”

“Hiiiiii, baby,” He was smiling so wide that both of his dimples were present. He definitely had more than a few drinks. He immediately took you into his arms, and he even lifted you a little as he hugged you tightly making you let out a small shriek in surprise. His head remained buried in the crook of your neck even after your feet had securely met the ground, and he breathed in deeply, “mmm, you smell good.”

You giggled at the feeling of his nose pressed into your neck, and your boyfriend who was leaning most of his weight on you now. “Baby, you’re going to knock us both over.”

He mumbled a sorry and finally pulled away from your neck to look into your eyes again, and the smile and dimples never left his face. Despite his bright smile, you could tell he was tired from the way his eyes were glazed over, and he confirmed your suspicions by using his hand to stifle a yawn.

“Let’s get you ready for bed,” you caressed his cheek, and he leaned into your touch.

“Please, been thinking about holding you close all day,” he quietly admitted, still resting against your hand with his eyes closed.

You took his hand and led him into your bedroom before guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed. You started trying to peel off his shirt to get him into his pajamas when he giggled and gently pushed your hands away, “nooo, you don’t have to do that for me.”

“Channie, I’m just trying to help you,” you spoke softly while taking his hands in yours. You rubbed gentle circles with your thumbs on the back of his hands.

He looked up at you with adoration though his eyelids hung heavy. “You really don’t have to,” his voice was deeper now laced with drowsiness.

“But I want to take care of you,” you brought one of his hands up to your lips and pressed a chaste kiss there. Tiny giggles escaped from your boyfriend at your actions, and he pulled you into him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you close to him. You played with his soft curls as he snuggled up to you, “let me take care of you.”

When Chan finally released you, he let you strip him of his clothes and replace them with his pajamas. He usually didn’t wear anything to bed, but you wanted him to be nothing but cozy tonight. Throughout this process, Chan had a sheepish smile with a light blush dusting his cheeks. He was enjoying the feeling of being taken care of, but he still had a hard time getting used to being the one who was getting cared for.

You couldn’t help but lean in and kiss your sweet boyfriend on the forehead which in turn caused some more giggles from him. You made Chan drink some water to ensure he was hydrated, and by this point, you could tell he was making a great effort to keep his eyes open. “Hey baby, we have to take off your makeup,” you said, still using a gentle tone while putting some makeup remover on a cotton pad.

He just nodded and took the cotton pad to hold it for you while you went to put the makeup remover back in the bathroom. When you returned to your boyfriend sitting on the bed, he was lazily wiping around his eyes in an attempt to do it himself; however, he was just managing to smear it more down his cheeks. You tilted your head at him in a sympathetic look and held out your hand to take it from him. He huffed defeated before handing it over, and you gently wiped away the remaining makeup.

“Can we sleep now?” Chan asked softly while stifling a bigger yawn than before in his elbow.

“Mhm, come on baby,” he happily crawled in the bed and pulled you into the spot beside him where you belonged. One of his arms was resting under your head, and with the other he pulled your back flush against his warm chest. He nuzzled his nose into your neck, and you could feel him smiling against your skin. “Goodnight, Chan.” You whispered once you were both settled against each other.

“Goodnight, my love.”

Lee Know: {word count: 0.9k}

The club really was not your scene, which was why Minho wasn’t upset that you had opted to stay home. It wasn’t really his scene either, but he had made a deal with Chan that if he went to the club with them then Chan would make another song with a sexy vibe for Minho to choreograph. He decided he would stay a couple hours, have some drinks to make the experience more bearable, and then go home to you. The members seemed to have different ideas about what “a few drinks” meant after getting 6 rounds of shots on top of their personal drinks.

When Minho finally made it home, you could tell he was feeling it from the way he was swaying and the slight smirk present on his lips. You went to greet him at the door, and he was quick to scoop you up into a hug. “Hi, kitten,” he purred in your ear.

“Hi, did you have fun?” You giggled, knowing he tends to show a whole new side after drinking.

The question seemed to trigger something in his memory because as soon as it registered, he gasped while stepping away from you. “Oh my god, Y/n! Watch this!” He put his hands on his hips and started dancing by moving them in circles.

“Baby, what are you doing?” You choked on your laughter as you watched him continue on with his dance.

He looked over his shoulder and winked at you, “What does it look like? I’m dancing, obviously.”

“You didn’t dance enough at the club?” You lifted an eyebrow at him. You shouldn’t be surprised by his stamina, but it was already approaching the very early hours of the next day.

“Yeah, but you weren’t there to see. So it doesn’t count.” He walked back over to you, and spun you around once before swaying with you in a dance.

“Min, there’s not even any music to dance to.” Your boyfriend just shrugged and continued dancing with you.

“Oh, watch this!” He once again stepped away from your arms to perform, but this time he got on the floor and spun around in a break dance type way. “Bet you can’t do this!”

This time you couldn’t hold back your laughter. Minho could break dance, but he was just spinning on the ground while holding his knees. “No, no I can’t do that, baby,” you conceded in between giggles. “Aren’t you tired?”

Minho stopped spinning, and he looked at you while pouting, “I just got here, and you already want to go to bed? I wanted to spend some time together first.”

You helped him off the floor, and you placed a comforting hand on the back of his neck. “It’s so late though. Why don’t we just cuddle in bed and spend time together tomorrow?”

“But I’m not even tired,” Minho whined while tossing his head to the side dramatically.

You smiled sweetly at your boyfriend’s child-like antics while reaching out the hand that had been resting on his neck to coax him, “come on, Min. Please?”

“No!” He dodged your hand and raced to the living room and around to the other side of the couch to put space in between you, challenging you to come and get him.

You sighed and were about to play into his little game when you felt something brush against your legs. You looked down to see Doongie gazing up at you happily awaiting pets, so you bent down to scratch behind his ears. He let out an appreciative meow when you were reminded of your drunk boyfriend you were trying to take care of. You were struck with an idea: the best way to deal with cats was to let them come to you.

You felt Minho’s gaze on you, who was ready to flee again, but you ignored him and sat on the couch instead. You acted completely uninterested as you pulled out your phone, and mindlessly scrolled through some form of social media. Soon enough, your boyfriend joined you with his head in your lap and his feet curled up on the couch. You ran your fingers soothingly through his hair, and his eyes were closed feeling completely relaxed.

“Min?” He hummed to acknowledge you. “I’m going to bed.”

At this he opened his eyes and peered up at you with furrowed brows, “I’m coming with you.” He said determinedly.

You smiled before getting up, “you should drink some water first, baby.”

He got up after you and hugged you from behind. Now that he let himself rest, he was becoming more and more drowsy by the second. “What’s in it for me?”

“You won’t feel so bad in the morning.”

He scoffed, “and?”

“I’ll give you as many kisses as you want?” You added hoping to give your boyfriend more incentive.

“Deal.” He accepted immediately and dragged himself into the kitchen with you where you were fixing him a glass of water.

He leaned in, and instead of taking the glass that you were offering him, he quickly kissed you.

“I’ll be collecting starting now,” he tried to lean in to kiss you again, but his lips were met with your hand as you stopped him.

“No, you’re going to drink the water first.”

He rolled his eyes, and his body slouched as he let out a pronounced “ugh”. He took the glass of water, and quickly chugged before wiping at his mouth with his sleeve. He set it down on the counter before wrapping his arms around your hips, “now can I start collecting?”

“How about-“ he didn’t waste any time leaning in to capture your lips in a long kiss. “We,” another kiss “go” and another “to bed.” You finally finished what you were trying to say through Minho’s kisses. “We can continue in the morning.”

Changbin: {word count: 0.8k}

Changbin absolutely loved the nightlife. Almost as much as he loved taking you out with him. Seeing you look completely stunning, and you paying attention to nobody but him made him feel like the luckiest man alive. He was a little sad that tonight you wouldn’t be able to join him, but he had the members to have fun with. It wasn’t the same, but it was a rare moment he got with all of his members; therefore, he wanted to make the most of it by dancing and drinking to his heart’s content.

You were also a little sad that you wouldn’t be able to go out with Changbin, but your work decided to follow you home that particular Friday night. Instead, you decided to stay up to wait for your more than likely drunk boyfriend. He didn’t drink often, so you were glad he was getting this night to let loose even if it wasn’t with you. Right when you thought that you wouldn’t be able to stay up any longer, you heard Changbin calling for you.

“Y/nnnnn!” He had spotted you laying on the couch, and he quickly made his way over to you. You noticed his cheeks were flushed from where he had been drinking as he decided to just lay on top of you and engulfed your body in his. “I missed youuuu.”

You were enjoying his warmth like a cozy blanket as you softly stroked his back. You could feel his strong muscles through the dark dress shirt he was wearing that was pulled taut from his arms being wrapped around your body. You were intoxicated by his scent, and the sight of the bulging muscles of his arms when he spoke up again, “did you miss meeee?” His chin was resting on your chest where he could look into your eyes.

“Of course, I did.” You reassured him softly, still stroking his back. “How could I not miss my favorite, bun?”

You could feel him relax even further at your words, and a warm smile unfurled across his face. The pink tint of his cheeks darkened even more as he blushed, and you could see it creep up to his ears. You kissed the top of his head at the endearing sight of your flustered boyfriend. His dark curls were falling over his eyes as he gazed up at you with tired sparkling eyes. You reached up and tried to brush them away, but they just fell right back into place.

“You’re so handsome, you know that?” You told him softly, his bottom lip poked out a little in a pout as he was listening intently. “My beautiful boy.” You dipped your head to softly kiss his cheek. You started to slowly pull away, but he chased after you and kissed your cheek this time. You could feel the heat of his cheeks radiating against your skin from him being so close.

When you looked down at him this time, you could see the smile reaching his unfocused eyes before he rested his head against your chest. He closed his eyes and delighted in the feeling of you in his arms. “Are you tired, bun?”

“Mhmmm,” he answered and lightly nodded his head.

“Why don’t we go to bed?”

“But I’m comfy right here,” he sleepily mumbled.

“The bed would be more comfy than me.” You laughed softly.

“Impossible.”

“Come on, Binnie. You need some water too.”

He whined as you attempted to push him to get up, but he eventually found the strength to get up from your warm spot. He stretched his arms over his head which once again showed off his muscles, and he smirked when he caught your eyes wandering up to them. He followed you into the kitchen, and you watched to make sure that he drank his glass of water. Then, you took his hand and guided him to the bedroom that was calling out to both of you.

Changbin fumbled with the top button on his shirt, and you giggled a little as you helped him with the rest of them. You slid the shirt off his frame, and helped him put on a baggy t-shirt and flannel pajama pants before climbing into bed with him. You both instinctively found each other’s arms to rest in.

He rested his head back against your chest only half laying on you with your legs tangled together. “Goodnighttt, y/nnn,” Changbin called out to you. His tone was still light and playful despite being tired.

“Goodnight, bun,” you brushed your fingers through his curls as you watched his eyes flutter closed. You continued playing with his hair until his breathing slowed, and his shoulders completely relaxed. When you were sure he was asleep, you let your own eyes drift closed.

Hyunjin: {word count: 0.8k}

Hyunjin really never drank, besides some wine every now and then, so it didn’t take long for alcohol to have an effect on him. He could already tell the night he was in for once he knocked back his third shot for the night. A couple of the members invited him out for the night, and he really had no excuse to say no. Only a few hours in, he was already missing your pretty face when he thought about how you didn’t want to come since your period had left you feeling blah all night. That was it. He couldn’t stay here having fun with his members while his baby needed him, so he told them goodnight and started his walk back to your apartment.

Hyunjin made it back as quick as he could, but he doubted you were still awake when he did arrive since it was already past midnight. You were curled up in bed with a heating pad actually awake because you wanted to make sure that Hyunjin wouldn’t need you while he was out. Between the painkillers and heating pad, you were slowly starting to feel better when Hyunjin quietly slipped into the room.

He leaned against the door frame with a small pout and soft eyes as he observed your state. “Jinnie?” You softly called out to him. “I thought you were staying out with the others tonight?”

At the sound of your voice, he gently smiled, “I was, but I missed you, princess.” He made his way over to the bed, and you were peeling back the covers to help him when he’d already reached your side. He pulled the covers back over you and tried tucking you back into bed, “no need to get up, baby. It’s okay.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Jinnie, you’re drunk,” you giggled as you sat up, and he wrapped his arms around your neck.

“Only a little bit,” he giggled back.

“Well, I’m not going to bed until you’re ready too.”

“I am ready. Let’s go to sleep now.” He leaned in to kiss you to punctuate what he said before letting go of you to crawl the rest of the way in bed. He tucked an arm around your waist and buried his head in the pillows to prove his point.

“Baby, you don’t want to change into something more comfortable?”

He turned his head to the side to be able to look at you, and he slipped his hand that was still wrapped around you under your shirt to trace shapes onto your skin. “Just want to be with you, pretty.” He said while his eyes never left yours.

“I’ll spend the rest of the night and all morning cuddling you, I promise. But you should get ready for bed.”

Hyunjin whined before dramatically rolling off the bed and slowly stood up. You just smiled and shook your head before attempting to get up yourself. “Why are you getting up?” Hyunjin asked.

“I’m going to help you.”

He sighed and wore a dreamy expression as he looked at you, “you’re so amazing.” You went to get him some water which he accepted gratefully and praised you again, “I love you so much.”

He took you into his arms and held you close to him with his head resting on your chin, “I know, Jinnie.” Your voice was muffled by his chest.

He pulled back to look at you, and you could see he was pouting, “you’re not going to say it back?”

Your boyfriend was always really soft for you, but drinking really exaggerated this side of him. “Of course I love you.” Suddenly, he cupped your cheeks with both hands and sprinkled kisses all over your face. “Hyunjin!” You giggled as he caught you off guard.

“What? You’re just so pretty,” he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs while his droopy eyes tried to study all of your features. You looked away shyly, and you could feel your cheeks warming which Hyunjin just cooed at more, “so perfect.”

You smiled softly and removed his hands from your face by gently grabbing his wrists. “Jinnie, let’s get ready for bed.” He was still too busy staring up at you that he didn’t even notice you led him to sit on the bed. When you tried to help him change, he once again pulled you in close to him and wrapped his arms around you. “Baby, you have to let me go.”

“No, I’ll never let you go. I couldn’t imagine anyone better for me.” He slightly tightened his hold around you.

“I mean you have to stop hugging me, so I can help you.”

“But I don’t want to do that either. I want to always be hugging you. It makes me so happy.”

“Just for one second?” You could tell he wasn’t happy when you gently pushed him off you again and helped him put his pajamas on. Although throughout the process, he snuck in little kisses on the top of your head or on your cheek when he could.

Han: {word count: 0.8k}

Jisung had let you know that he was hanging out with some of the members at their place, and that he’d probably be doing some drinking that night. You didn’t mind and told him to have a great time with his friends, so that’s exactly what he did. You decided to lay in bed and try to watch movies as you waited for your boyfriend to get home, and you almost texted Chan where he was when you heard the door to your apartment open. You heard shuffling and expected to see Jisung entering the room, but after a couple moments of silence, you decided to go check on him.

“Ji?” You didn’t see him when you walked out of your room until you made your way to the living room. Jisung was passed out on the couch with his limbs sprawled out. You smiled at the sight of his cheek being squished by the cushions, and his lips a little shiny with drool. You were tempted to take a picture, but you had left your phone in the bedroom.

You lightly shook him, “babes?” He continued snoozing, so you tried calling out to him a bit louder, “Sungie?” Still nothing, so you tried even louder, “Han Jisung?” This caused him to stir as he blinked up at you confused.

“Y/n?” He sleepily groaned and rubbed at his eyes with one hand as he tried to process what was happening.

“Why don’t you come to bed?”

Jisung didn’t bother to open his eyes as he nodded his head in agreement and sat up on the couch. You went to go get him some water, but when you returned his head was bowed against his shoulder softly snoring. “Ji?”

His head shot up, and he looked around, “I’m up, I’m up.” His gaze landed on you and the glass of water held out to him, and you couldn’t help but giggle. He slumped back against the couch before taking the glass and drinking some water.

You took the glass back to the kitchen, and when you returned, your boyfriend was trying to fight off sleep again. He was blinking a lot to try to keep his eyes from closing, but they’d get heavier with each blink. Once they slipped closed, his head would slowly tip over before he’d jolt awake when he almost fell completely over. He tried to shake it off again as he saw you approach.

You were starting to get worried about how much he had to drink, and if this was a sign that he was even more drunk than you originally thought. However when you texted Chan, he reassured you that Jisung only had a couple of beers at most. You knew drinking made him a little sleepy, but he must be exhausted on top of that because he could barely keep himself awake.

You would carry him to your bedroom bridal style if you could, but you had to settle for slinging one of his arms across your shoulders while supporting his weight with your hip. You were sure he was milking it at this point from the way he shifted himself so as to not completely crush you, but you just shook your head and went along with it. You didn’t mind taking care of him for this one night. You led him to the bed where he pleasedly inched his way to the pillows to melt into their comfort.

“Babes, you still have to get changed.”

“Can we just sleep pleaseee?” He whined and blindly reached back for you trying to pull you in with him while his face was still buried in the pillows.

“You can’t sleep in jeans.” You wrinkled your nose at the thought. “I just want you to be comfortable, love.”

He slowly sat up with his eyes still shut tightly, and his silver hair was sticking up wildly from sleep. He was pouting, but he seemed to agree that he wanted to be comfortable. You leaned in to kiss his soft cheek, and he hummed delightedly. You started to help him change into a soft pair of his pajamas when you noticed he still refused to open his eyes throughout the process.

“Ji, what are you doing?”

“What?” He sleepily mumbled.

“Why do you have your eyes shut tight?”

“Becauseee, if I leave them open, then I’ll lose my sleepiness.”

You gave him a questioning look at his logic, but it wasn’t like he saw. You just let it go, and when you were finally done helping him, he didn’t waste any time in pulling himself back up the bed to join the pillows. You followed your tired boyfriend behind him and pulled the covers over you two, and you wrapped your arms around him from behind. He turned over to face you as you cuddled him and wrapped his arms around you as well pulling you close to him. He kissed the top of your head before finally falling fast asleep.

Felix: {word count: 0.8k}

Felix was a social butterfly, and he felt energized when he was able to spend time with people. Your social battery didn’t run quite at the same capacity, but Felix didn’t mind. In fact, he felt you were the perfect balance to him, and he felt incredibly special that you were comfortable enough to show sides of yourself that no one else got to see. Felix also helped you grow as a person by helping you get out of your comfort zone, but he understood when you just needed time to decompress.

When you got in from work, Felix had invited you out, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. You reassured Felix to go have fun with his members, and you’d be waiting for him when he got back. You did just that on the couch until after midnight when Felix slinked in to greet you. He smiled warmly at you once he saw you curled up against the couch, and you could see a pink tint dusting his cheeks that told you he’d been drinking some.

“Hey, Lixie,” you returned the warm smile and patted the spot next to you for him to join you on the couch.

“Hey, angel,” without hesitation, he plopped himself down in the space next to you and rested his head against your shoulder.

“Did you have fun?” You teased him a bit by poking his flushed cheek. Felix just responded by smiling even wider and nodding his head. “Are you ready for bed?” You had to move away from him to grab the remote and turn off the tv before standing up. You stretched and held out a hand to him, “let’s get you ready, hm lix?”

He took your hand, but instead of getting up to follow you, he pulled you into him. Before you even had time to work out what was happening, Felix had wrapped an arm around your waist and situated you to where you were straddling him. This time you were the one with the blush on your face. “You’re always trying to take care of me, angel. You’ve been working so hard lately. Why don’t I take care of you?” His words were slow and deep as he leaned in to whisper to you. He was running his hands up and down your back and occasionally slipping them under your shirt.

You ignored the shivers that ran up your spine from your boyfriend’s deep voice next to your ear. He was drunk, and you needed to help him get to bed. He was just as giving as you in this relationship, and you giggled at him still trying to take care of you even in this state. “I’m not the one who has been out drinking all night.” You put your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to get some distance.

“But you need someone to look out for you too,” he looked up at you with pleading eyes before leaning in and placing a kiss on your shoulder. It was gentle and chaste before he started to trail them up to your neck.

You softly grab his face to get him to look at you, and you kiss his cheek. “Why don’t we take care of each other, okay?”

He finally agreed and released you from his lap. You got up and once again offered your hand out to him which he took and followed you into the kitchen. You made him a glass of water which he drank before filling it up again for you.

“Your turn,” he said, and the water sloshed in the cup spilling a little on the ground as he handed it over to you. But he smiled as he watched you take the cup and drink it.

That’s how it went for the rest of the time trying to get him ready for bed. He’d only let you do it for him if he could do it for you right after. You took him by the hand again and led him to the bedroom where you helped him into his pajamas. In sloppy movements, he pulled your shirt over your head, and he replaced it with your pajamas. You were momentarily blinded as he struggled to find which was the hole for your neck and which was the hole for your arms. When you were free from the soft cotton fabric, your hair was sticking up all over the place, and the tag was itching your neck. Felix was trying to smooth down your hair while frowning at you trying to figure out what looked weird about your shirt.

You lightheartedly giggled, “thank you, Lixie.” You tilted your head to the side and offered him a lopsided smile still thankful for your caring boyfriend. You slipped your arms back in your shirt and turned it around to the right side, and you were both ready for bed now.

Seungmin: {word count: 0.8k}

When Seungmin told you that he was going to the karaoke bar that night with some of the members, you just prayed that someone would have enough sense to take some videos. They wouldn’t have a problem if you went too, but you didn’t want to invade on their time that they got together without a schedule. So you patiently waited for him to get home while being entertained by the videos that Jeongin provided you with. He was still a great singer, but the overly dramatic facial expressions paired with the swaying was what gave away he clearly had a few drinks.

You were sitting on the couch staring in awe at the tiny Seungmin on your screen having impressive control over his vocals still while a bit drunk when you heard Seungmin let himself in the apartment. You got up from your spot to go to approach your boyfriend with your phone in hand. “Minnie! How are you so good at singing?” You hugged him quickly before shifting in his arms to show him the video. He rested his chin on your shoulder while you watched his performance together on your phone.

“Please, if you think that’s good, then you haven’t seen me rap.”

“Actually…” you swiped over a few more videos to the one of him rapping actually kind of fast, and you heard him groan from behind you.

“Why do you have all these videos?”

“Jeongin took them for me,” you smiled up at your boyfriend who just playfully rolled his eyes. “But seriously, how can you sing so well even when drunk?”

His eyes widened and eyebrows raised while his mouth was agape as he feigned shock and offense, “I’m not drunk. You’re drunk.”

“Seung,” you tilted your head at him and quirked an eyebrow to which he cracked a smile.

“Just a few drinks, hardly drunk” he shrugged it off while still smiling playfully. He spun you around, so now you were facing him and placed his hands on your hips. The smile on his face had turned into a slight smirk as he leaned in close to you with his eyes on your lips. You watched closely as he licked his lips, and he looked down at you with dark hooded eyes. “Let’s cut this tension in between us. Let me make you mine.”

“Minnie, we’ve been dating for two years,” you giggle at him, ignoring your heart hammering in your chest. You really couldn’t tell if he was just joking or he was that drunk to have forgotten.

“Way to ruin a moment, bubs,” He scoffed, but he leaned in to kiss you anyways. His kiss tasted sweet, but you could also taste the lingering alcohol on his tongue which brought you back to reality. You broke away from the kiss, and Seungmin’s smirk was back on his lips. “What’s wrong? Is my bubs flustered?” His voice had a teasing tone.

He wasn’t wrong, but you were also reminded of your task at hand of helping your boyfriend get ready for bed. You mumbled a whatever which just worsened his smug look before you spoke up, “Let’s just go to bed.”

“Oh, now you’re trying to get me in bed?”

You playfully swatted at his shoulder and stepped out of his hold. “To sleep!”

He pretends to ignore you in favor of teasing you some more, “maybe my bubs isn’t as shy as I thought.”

“Well, you’re going to be disappointed tonight.”

“I’m never disappointed by you,” he dropped the teasing once you had started to walk off and took on a softer tone. He caught your wrist as you were walking to the kitchen.

“I know, bubs,” you laced your fingers with his, and you both walked to the kitchen together. “Here, you’re going to want to drink some water.” You fixed him a glass and handed it to him which he had to give you a side-eyed questioning look at your measures of taking care of him. “Just drink the water.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed breathily before drinking the water. Your relationship wouldn’t be complete without Seungmin taking every chance he gets to tease you. Especially if he’s had something to drink.

Even though he moved slowly and almost fell over a couple of times, you let him put on his pajamas himself, and you both got into bed together. You were lying on his chest while he was running his fingers through your hair and occasionally massaging your scalp. You’d almost fallen asleep when he softly spoke up, “you know, if you wanted to see me sing that bad, you could’ve come. You didn’t have to ask Jeongin to send you all those videos.”

“I didn’t ask him. He just knows. Besides, you just don’t like that he especially likes to send me the embarrassing ones.” You cheekily grinned up at him and cupped his cheek.

“Not true,” he shook his head while leaning in closer. “Maybe I also just like spending time with you.” He confessed before kissing the top of your head.

Jeongin: {word count: 0.9k}

The change of seasons had given you a terrible migraine which is why you had to cancel on Jeongin. You had planned to go out with him and some of your friends, but after the migraine set in, you couldn’t do anything but lay in the dark. You wanted him to go out and have fun anyways, and you were slowly recovering from your seasonal problem with each passing moment.

When you told Jeongin that you couldn’t go out with him tonight, he made sure to send you updates constantly. You didn’t expect him to, nor did you ask that of him, but he just missed you. As the night went on, the selfies that he sent you turned shaky, and his text became less coherent. You figured he had a few drinks, and you couldn’t help but smile at each text that you received that was just a jumble of words at this point.

You thought he was saying something about being on his way home when he texted, “In my way whole”. At least you hoped you deciphered that right. The next text was a close up photo of an eyeball with a crazed look that you identified as Minho’s and a legible text that verified they were just a few minutes away.

As expected, a few moments later there was a rhythmic mix of knocking on the door, and you pocketed your phone to go open it. You were met by your boyfriend smiling at you so wide that his eyes seemed to disappear and Minho’s whose fist was still raised to knock again. “Jeongin has a key, y'know.” You greeted them.

“I know, but knocking like crazy is much more satisfying,” Minho said while cackling.

“Hey, honey,” Jeongin waved at you, and Minho cast him a judging side eye at the use of the pet name in front of him.

You both ignored him, and you waved back, “Hi, Innie.”

“Well, I’m going to leave. I don’t really care to see what’s about to happen next.” Minho said while gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder and slowly backing away.

You laughed at him, “goodnight, Min!” You called out to which he replied while waving back and spinning on his heel to leave. When you turned back to your boyfriend, he giggled while holding his phone up right in front of his face. He tried to quickly put it away once he caught you looking at him.

You brushed it off for now, and he entered the apartment making his way to the couch with his nose still in his phone. He flopped down once he reached it, and he was giving that same smile that made his eyes disappear to his phone now that he gave you earlier. “Innie, what are you looking at?”

He looked up at you with wide eyes and a questioning look trying to play dumb, “nothing?…”

“Hun, why can’t I see?” You sat down next to him and decided to pull out the big guns. You placed both your hands on his arms and looked up at him with your best puppy-dog eyes. You could see him freeze and physically gulp, but he was still holding strong. You hit him with a poked out lip, and you could see him crumble.

“Ahh, this is so embarrassing,” he scratched the back of his neck while handing over his phone.

He took the phone and tried to examine the picture that had him so smiley. You squinted and even tried looking at it from different angles, but all you could see was just a blur. “What am I looking at right now?”

“What do you mean?” He took the phone back and gazed fondly at the picture. “It’s you.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, “That looks nothing like me.”

Jeongin held up the phone next to your head and squinted at you, “It looks exactly like you.”

“But it’s just a blur.”

He gasped dramatically and looked at the photo again, “It is not! It’s a pretty blur. Because it’s you. I love my pretty blur.”

It was an unconventional compliment, but you still felt flattered all the same. “So that’s what you were doing when I was saying goodbye to Minho. Sneaking a picture of me?”

Your boyfriend now had a sheepish grin on his face with a start of a blush spreading across his cheeks, “yeah…”

“How cute, Innie.” You cooed at him before ruffling his hair which he playfully swatted your hands away. “I’m going to get you some water, okay?”

He nodded, and you walked away when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket. A picture of you and Jeongin together took over the screen, and the caller ID read “Innie <3”. You turned to your boyfriend sitting on the couch a couple feet away from you. He just raised his phone while pointing at it before putting it up to his ear indicating that he wanted you to answer it.

You sighed and accepted, “hello?”

“Um, can I have a hug first?” You were about to ask him why he needed to call when you were in the same room when he cut you off, “pleaseee.”

You ended the call and walked back over to him on the couch before holding out your arms to hug him. He made no effort to move, so you leaned forward to close the distance. You were expecting a warm hug, but Jeongin just laughed as he pushed you away playfully. You rolled your eyes and were about to walk away when he pulled you into him and held onto you tight.

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straykidsholicleigh · 2 months

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I'm back!! btw I have another smut idea!! Hyunjin x Reader fucking during the versace fashion show in Milan maybe??

versace and dresses

pairing: idol!hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: smut, drabble like thing

warnings: established relationship, hyunjin is horny af- riding duh, kissing, kinda public sex? switch!hyunjin?reader is called filthy and darling :)

a/n: this was requested by my lovely ☘️ anon! hope u like it love~ and i got the idea of riding hyunjin from @changbinswh0re 👀 u two r filthy I love u-

credits: dividers by @cafekitsune ♡

It all started with that damn dress. That long, black, beautiful fucking dress.

When Hyunjin got invited to the event in Milan, Donatella herself offered Hyunjin to bring along a plus one, and his mind immediately went to you. He requested Donatella to make and design a dress for you, and she happily obliged. But what Hyunjin didn't expect was to see you in a almost slutty looking dress.

The moment he saw you walk out of the fitting room, all happy and overjoyed, he tried his best to hide his ragging boner. He was happy with the way the dress turned out but all he wanted to do right now was rip it of off you and fuck you against the nearest piece of furniture.

It was no different during the show itself. he'd constantly eye you, even though you were sitting right next to him. The models walked the ramp, flaunting their figures and the pieces of clothing from Versace's new collection which Hyunjin seemed to love, but right now Hyunjin couldn't seem to care.

When no one was looking, during the after party, he dragged you into one of the rooms Donatella had prepared just for him, throwing you onto the bed and ripping your dress off, biting at your lips.

“This fucking dress,” he muttered, undoing the buttons near the slit as your dress flared open, your black panties on display. “Filthy girl, thinking I wouldn't notice.” He whispered, his fingers dancing over your clothed clit.

“Hyunjin, can I-” You stopped, biting your lips as you thought of what you wanted to say. “'Can I' what darling? Hmm?” he encouraged, smirking as he removed your underwear. “Wan-wanna ride you.” You whispered back, hands on his chest as you moved to sit up.

In a matter of seconds he was spread out on the couch, jacket on the armrest as you bounced on him, earning hushed screams and moans from Hyunjin. His hands were on your clothed boobs, gripping and caressing as he quickly had to slap his hand over his mouth in order to silence himself.

He looked so fucked out by the end of it, his eyes soft and hooded, his lips red and swollen, his makeup almost ruined from crying and his hair all disheveled. You had to snap some pics whatsoever. Once you both were done, you tried your best to look the most presentable, fixing your clothes and hair as he dragged you out of the room, both of you a giggling mess.

The next morning you woke up with a splitting headache and news articles about you and Hyunjin.

“Famous singer, Stray Kids Hyunjin and his girlfriend, Y/N, was spotted coming out of a room looking disheveled and messy”

“Are we fucked?”

“Probably-”

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blossomwritesthings · 1 year

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𝐬𝐤𝐳 & 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞

pairing: skz members (ot8) x fem!reader (afab)

genre: idol!skz. scenario. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. kinda fluffy. slightly funny. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very suggestive/explicit sexual scenes. smut warnings below cut!!

word count: 5.4k

summary: in which you wear lingerie around skz.

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (stay safe out there, guys!). possessiveness from some of the members. pet names (both sweet and hot ones). dirty talk. lingerie kink. dom (hard and soft)/sub undertones. spanking. slight dacryphilia kink. corruption kink. making out. humiliation. degradation. strength kink. manhandling. praise kink. nipple/breast play. overstimulation. exhibitionism. sub-space. oral sex (f receiving). fingering (f receiving). hair pulling. scratching.

a/n: yayyy these are the first skz scenarios i've ever written... they could be really good or very shitty, so lmk what you guys think!! lingerie is a real big kink for me haha, so i hope i did all 8 of the boys justice with these scenarios. 😈 also, YES- my skz bias is ot8, so i tried my absolute hardest to write the same amount for each one of the boys... enjoy! 🥵

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 chan

You knew that it had been an extremely long week for Chan. What with all of the promotions that the boys were doing, and him always being holed up in the studio with every free second he had in the day.

All of this cumulated to the two of you rarely having seen each other within the past few weeks.

You'd just pass each other in the kitchen on your separate ways to work in the early morning - long before the sun had risen high in the sky - and quickly peck each other on the lips.

But, you wanted to change things. It had been far too long since the last time the two of you fucked. And you wanted to change that. Hence, why you had decided to buy the cute, dainty black set of lingerie at the department store when you had been shopping that past weekend.

The piece wasn't too frilly and suited your style perfectly while also adhering to your boyfriend's favourite colour- which was always pitch black.

The set slipped onto your frame easily, and in no time at all, you had positioned yourself atop the living room couch, completely bare save for the thin pieces of black fabric covering your most-sensitive parts.

With a glance at the nearby kitchen clock, you read that it was nearing midnight.

He'd be coming home any minute now- your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the electronic keypad beeping just outside your shared apartment's front door.

Your boyfriend crossed the threshold of the apartment silently, head down as he typed away furiously at something on his phone. Probably song lyrics that had graced his mind as he was making his trek home.

Staying quiet and ever still, you watched in anticipation, heart leaping into your throat as he slipped his shoes off and threw his backpack down on the nearby kitchen counter.

And that's when his head turned upwards and his gaze immediately slid to your form. His eyes locked onto your black-lace-clad skin, pupils darkening instantly.

"Welcome home, baby..." You began, voice coming out soft and meek.

In an instant, he was upon you, a wide, sardonic kind of smirk spreading across his lips. "And what do we have here, hmm?" He asked, hands splaying across your knees and pulling your legs apart so that he could nestle between you on the couch.

A nervous, high-pitched giggle escaped out of you at the lust that danced in his eyes just then. "Oh, you know... just a little surprise I thought you'd enjoy."

His hands stopped their hike up your legs at your words, as he rose a dark eyebrow your way. "Surprise? And what have a done to earn such a thing, baby girl?" He leaned into you, pressing a heated kiss against your forehead.

Your fingers found their way into his hair, as his mouth traveled down until your lips collided in a passionate kiss. "You've just been working so damn hard these past few weeks. Thought you deserved something special." You smiled up at him when the two of you pulled apart. "D-Do you like it?"

"Like it?" Chan scoffed, nails digging into the flesh of your warm, uncovered hips. "Baby girl- I'm doing everything in my power to resist the urge to not rip this off of you right this instant and fuck you."

You stared at him with big eyes, the hot arousal pooling in the depths of your centre. "Please- Chan-" And you didn't need to say anything else at that moment. Your desperation for him was apparent just by the way your hands clutched onto his dark hair, the way your cheeks heated with a flush.

And he felt the same way, as his mouth slowly pulled away from yours, beginning to press slow, open-mouthed kisses against your chin, before moving down the column of your neck.

Yes, the black lingerie was a hell of a good idea.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 lee know

"You know why you're getting punished, kitten?" Minho ground out, just as he landed another cruel blow to your sore asscheek.

You all but whimpered into the pillow that your face was stuffed against. It was fucking humiliating - the tears that spilled down your cheeks, unbidden, the pants that fled from your lips, and especially- the liquid arousal that seeped out of you, wetting your legs in agonizing rivulets.

But your boyfriend wasn't one to give up easily. No, he loved the chase. He craved the fight. Especially the one you'd put up every time he edged you so close to the edge - make you feel so loved yet so alone at the same time.

He could be a cruel tease at times, and when that side came out of it, your body took the worst of the temperament change. All red and sore and raw the day after, from his crazed passions for you and you alone.

But, at that moment, it had been a grave mistake, not to answer him.

All at once, you felt his nimble fingers wind into your locks, yanking on your hair until your scalp burned in fiery protest. He was pulling your head back and away from the downy pillow. "What was that? Couldn't hear you... speak up for me, kitten." He said in a growl, slapping your skin for what felt like the hundredth time the night.

"I-I wore the lingerie without your permission." You whined in a desperate kind of tone. Your eyes were squeezed shut, holding back the cries that threatened to spill from your lips at the rough feeling of the calluses on his palms hitting your exposed flesh. Again, and again, and again.

"And why'd you do that, when you know the rules?"

"J-Just wanted to try it on... for fun!" You said, a strangled moan flooding out from deep inside of you at the feeling of his warm hand rubbing at your abused asscheeks.

One moment he was tender and caring, and the next, he was ruthless. It gave you total and complete whiplash - but in the best of ways.

"Hmm... and do you think a greedy slut like you deserves my cock?" He mused. But you knew he wasn't asking the question and expecting a response. Not a truthful one, anyway. It was clear from his voice, which was dripping with darkness and lust.

"N-No!" You lied. Because you did want it. You wanted it so bad. You had been wanting it since that morning- when you had discovered the red set of lingerie that you had seemingly forgotten about, buried deep inside your closet.

In a desperate moment, you pulled it out and tried it on, snapping a picture of you in the ensemble and sending it to your boyfriend Minho.

But that had been a terrible lapse of your judgment - sending the alluring photo, as it had only made him angry... to see what he couldn't have at that moment - since his day was jam-packed with schedules.

"Good kitten," he began, ripping you out of the blissful daze that you had fallen into from the slight reprieve he had gifted you by not spanking your ass, as his hand suddenly landed another cruel blow to your red cheeks.

You withered under his touch, reacting just the way he liked - moaning just the way he liked, shivering in both pain and delight, just the way he liked.

"Now, you're gonna count for me until you cum just by my slaps alone. You got that, kitten?"

You swallowed down a wail at his command. Because fuck, you didn't know how you were going to survive the night. You never should've sent that picture in the first place.

Nevertheless, your lips were moving and forming the words before you even understood what you were saying. "Y-Yes, sir."

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 changbin

Your boyfriend Changbin all but turned into a muscly, red tomato whenever you wore lingerie around him. It was a common occurrence for you, to dress up for him and parade around the house until he couldn't take it anymore, finally giving into his urges and taking you wherever you were currently standing.

On this occasion, the two of you had been chilling at home on your shared day off.

At least, you had been chilling.

In your favourite dark-blue lingerie set.

While Changbin, on the other hand, had been a bumbling, tripping fool, practically following you around like a little lap dog everywhere you went.

You were wearing the set because 1.) it made you feel sexy and confident, and 2.) you fucking loved the way it made your boyfriend go crazy.

It was rare that you got a rise out of him when it came to the bedroom, so it felt good that your lingerie pieces were the sole thing that did it in for him. It was like his kryptonite. You liked feeling the little power that you held over him, even if it was just for a few hours.

The two of you were busy cooking lunch when the final straw broke the proverbial camel's back.

It started with you innocently bending down and into the fridge to retrieve a few eggs for the cookies that you were trying to make. And maybe you stuck your ass out a little more than what was called for. And maybe you arched your back just a tiny bit. But it was all in good fun, right?

Wrong.

"Fuck!" Your boyfriend suddenly yelled, his raised voice echoing across your apartment. Then, you heard something hard - like a knife - hit the cutting board that was positioned atop the kitchen counter nearby.

Confused as to what the big commotion was, you grabbed the eggs from their carton and shut the fridge door. "Changbin babe, what-" You began, but didn't even have time to finish your sentence, as your boyfriend rounded the corner of the kitchen.

In a single breath, he was upon you. Thick, muscular shoulders heaving up and down with his labored breathing. Jaw clenched tight. The heated anguish ran clear through his brown eyes.

"You know what the fuck is wrong, sweetheart," he pointed an accusatory finger at you, eyes raking down your scantily clad form. "All of this? Really?" He was glaring at you then, but it wasn't threatening in the least bit.

Instead, it just pushed you closer to the edge.

Heightened the arousal that had already been steadily pooling between your legs throughout the day - as you felt your boyfriend's focus linger on you one too many times.

"I don't know what you could possibly mean..." Your voice trailed off, as you chose to play dumb from it all. Leaning your hips against the kitchen counter at your back, you looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to put that innocent pout on your face that always drove him up the fucking walls. "I thought you liked this piece on me."

He said nothing more after that, instead choosing to express himself by smashing his lips against yours in a fervent kiss. It was so desperate that teeth clashed against teeth. And before you knew it, his thick hands were wrapping around your bare waist, hoisting you up onto the kitchen countertop, arms flexing from the weight of you.

"Yeah, I love it so much," he deadpanned when the two of you pulled apart to catch your breaths. His fingers were already tracing up your inner thighs, nearing your dripping core. "And now I'm gonna fuck you in it, too. To show you how much I fucking adore it- and you." He grunted, tilting back into you and capturing your mouth up into another desirous kiss.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 hyunjin

Originally, your boyfriend Hyunjin had made out the idea to be pretty straightforward.

He had proposed a painting session with you on one of the nights that he was free from his work duties, where he'd use your body as his model. The inspiration for him to do so had struck him earlier that week after he had watched a romantic movie and wanted to re-create one of the scenes that he loved so much.

However, he failed to mention the attire that he wanted you to wear.

Which was a light green lingerie set. The panties were so small, they didn't even cover one-third of your ass.

But, regardless, you had wanted to make him happy. Hyunjin had been gushing about the 'session' since he first thought up the idea, and you were never one to stand in the middle of him and his craft.

So you played it cool - real cool - and strutted into your shared apartment's spare bedroom - which he used as his art studio - on the night that the two of you had planned for. The lights inside were dimmed, with the tiny, twinkling faerie ones hung up and around the scene that your boyfriend had set out for the occasion; it was all light green and pink tulle, soft yellow roses, and pale purple throw pillows.

Hyunjin pulled his focus away from the easel that he was setting up at the sound of your presence.

And you watched, biting down hard on your lip, at the shiver that ran through his entire body upon the sight of you.

"I-I'm ready..." You said in a gentle voice, fingers clutching onto the hem of the thin fabric at your waist, trying to yank it down and cover yourself as best as you could.

"Yeah- okay, uhm, just sit over there." He pointed to the center of the room, right where the pillows and white fuzzy blankets were. You nodded at him, offering a tiny smile. And the way he couldn't drag his eyes away from your form did not go unnoticed by you.

Things went rather smoothly after that, as Hyunjin directed your movements, the silence lapsing between the two of you once more. Soft jazz music played in the background, and your gaze was locked on your boyfriend, as he concentrated on getting your pose down on his canvas.

He always looked so fucking hot when he was incredibly focused like that - whether it be from learning a new choreo or jotting down notes for a painting he was creating.

Either way, the sight of his furrowed brows, slightly pursed lips, and flexing jaw stirred something deep and swarthy inside of you.

"Can you like, not do that, darling?"

His question pulled you out of your daze of relaxation, as you frowned in confusion. You started to move, lifting your chin away from where it had been easily resting in your palm. "What- am I not sitting the right-"

He groaned then, running a frantic hand through his long pink locks, "No, I mean- look at me like that."

That left you even more uncertain. "I don't understand-"

"I'm already fucking having a hard time with all of this," his hand pulled away from his hair, motioning towards your general direction. "It's just- fuck-"

Immediately, the puzzle pieces locked together in your mind.

All of this.

Meaning, your sexy attire.

Ever so slowly, you sat up from your laying position. With your spine pressed firmly against the wall behind you, cushioned by a few pillows. Silently, your fingers clutched onto either side of your knees, opening up your legs to him in a hushed offering.

His gaze locked onto you then - pupils dilating at the sight of your barely-covered cunt. Just waiting and pulsing for him alone.

"Fuck it- we'll finish this later." That was the last thing he said before he threw his paintbrush down onto the stand that was just beside his easel, diving headfirst toward you.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 jisung

"Don't wear the panties!" You heard your boyfriend Jisung yell from just outside the bathroom door.

Rolling your eyes at his antics, you fit the bra piece onto your form. The two of you had just come back from a busy day of shopping out on the town. And for a 'special gift,' Jisung had decided to buy you a cute, dark-purple lingerie set.

You hadn't purchased new lingerie in a while, so it was exciting for the both of you to get home later that day so that you could play around with it.

As soon as you walked through your apartment door, Jisung dragged you to the bedroom to have you try it on.

'Just for fun,' he had said.

Yeah, right.

You both knew where trying it on would lead...

It would most-likely end up with you sprawled out across the bed, legs being pried open by your boyfriend as his tongue absolutely ravaged you. As he kept his head buried between your shaking legs for hours at a time, tongue drawing lazy patterns against your dripping cunt.

You in lingerie brought out a different side of Jisung, one that resulted in long nights and arduous amounts of oral.

And neither of you were complaining about it.

You pushed the bathroom door open, leaning against its frame, a tiny smirk stretching the corners of your mouth. "And why do I have to forgo the panties?" You asked, laughing at the way your boyfriend's mouth all but hung open at the sight of you. You were completely nude, save for the tiny purple fabric that stretched tightly around your chest.

Immediately, he was standing up from his perch on the edge of the bed, shucking off his black sweatpants in one practiced move. "Because- princess, it's easier that way."

"And what, pray tell, are you doing, mister?" You gave him a knowing look as he continued to strip himself down until he was only in his boxers.

"Progressing things, that's what." He threw you a wink before he was nearing you like a ghost in the night. Fingers already reaching out to try and brush over your breasts, which were barely covered from the flimsy fabric of the corset-like top.

"Ah- not so fast..." You said, shaking your head at his antics. He really was like a rabid dog in heat when it came to you. Your fingers traced the waistband of his boxers, slowly dragging it down his legs. "An eye for an eye- a pantie for a pantie, right?"

Upon reveal of his cock, you noticed how it was already swelled and curling up towards his stomach, the head a lush crimson and pearling with pre-cum.

Once the boxers were completely off of him, Jisung made haste of wrapping both arms around your waist, raising you up and off of the ground, and walking over to the bed where he all but threw you atop the mattress.

You squealed in delight at the sudden movement, marveling at the way his time in the gym had paid off - by the way that he was able to carry you around so effortlessly.

You pushed yourself up the bed until your head was resting comfortably against a soft pillow. Jisung stared down at you, the fire brightening in his eyes at the sight of you - all splayed out for him and waiting with gooseflesh and pink-tinged cheeks.

"And now, lemme get a good look at this pretty pussy of yours..." He mused, voice registering low inside of his chest.

Your heart fluttered at the way his hands pried your legs open, at the way his eyes glazed over upon seeing your glistening core.

"Fuck- you gonna be good for me, princess? Gonna let me fuck you nice and long?"

He was already swiping a few fingers across your moistened cunt, pulling a breathless moan from deep inside of you.

"Y-Yes, always..." You mewled, squirming underneath him as one of his practiced digits slid into you.

"Good girl." He whispered, just as his thumb pressed down hard against your clit, forcing a shiver to race up the length of your spine. It was definitely going to be a long night.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 felix

Your mouth fell open, but no sound came out of it.

You just lay there, completely silent - yet wanting to say something, do something. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, your limbs soft as jelly, your core engorged and aching with so much want.

It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your fucking chest, the breath constricting inside your throat painfully.

Your boyfriend Felix was all but a grunting mess on top of you, rigid cock thrusting up into you so well that you kept seeing stars every time he hit that gooey spot deep within you.

"L-Lix," You finally managed to cry out, nails raking down his sweat-slick back as he set a furious pace, ramming against your walls in just the right way. Just how you liked it.

"What is it, angel?" He asked, voice low as death and gravelly from arousal. One of his hands clutched at your bare hip, while the other rested against your breath, fingers playing with one of your erect nipples... twisting, massaging, pulling, before doing everything all over again. "Cat got your tongue?"

The dim mirth was laden in his tone because he knew you like the back of his hand- knew how it was always so hard for you to articulate any kind of sentence, voice any kind of words, whenever you were so fucked out like this. Whenever his hands and tongue and cock had brought you over the edge, again and again, you lost count of your orgasms.

Cracking your eyes open, your focus landed on the lingerie set that was laying just off to the side, still on the bed. The one that he had carefully taken off of you earlier, after he had teased you endlessly while it was still on - fingers dancing over your hardened nipples, dipping into the front of the panties, before coming out and licking his fingers clean of you.

The set was baby pink and made of thin lace and satin.

Felix always loved dressing you up - loved seeing you in light colors, with all the frills and ruffles imaginable.

He said it made it all the more sweeter, when he buried himself balls-deep inside of you, fucking you senseless. When he made you scream his name so much, your tone growing so loud and scratchy, that you completely lost your voice the next day.

The corruption kink was real with this one.

"F-Feels so good," you said in a high-pitched whine, as his fingers pinched down on your stiffened bud just as he slotted himself into you, reaching that blissful spot once more.

You didn't know what orgasm you were on at that point, but all you knew was that it felt amazing.

The sex was always mind-blowing whenever you'd dress up for him; was always long, passionate, and yet rough, all at the same time.

What could you say... seeing you in light, innocent lingerie always made your boyfriend super fucking horny.

"Yeah?" He mused, nails digging into the flesh at your side, surely leaving marks for the next day. He bent down into you, lips attaching to your chest and sucking harshly on your exposed nipple. All the while, he continued to slam into you, the thrusts turning sloppy from the slick of your heat. "Like when I stretch you out so good- so well?"

You nodded your head frantically, hands moving up to clutch at his blonde roots as one of his hands moved your legs so that he was hitting a new spot inside of you. It all felt so fucking good and casted galaxy after galaxy across your vision. "Mhm- love your cock!" You suddenly wailed out, yanking at his locks as the tip of him hit into you so hard, you swore you broke underneath him. Just by his touch alone.

"Holy shit- you're so fucking tight," He groaned, and just with the tonal shift in him, you could tell that he was nearing his release. Finally, after he had held it back so many times just that night alone. "So damn perfect, angel... and all mine."

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 seungmin

"Why the fuck are you wearing that out?" Your boyfriend Seungmin asked, voice gravely low in your ear. He was leaning into you, warm breath fanning against your cheek and sending a harsh shiver to shoot down your spine.

For the award show that night, you had decided to wear a satiny, bright yellow, flowered A-line sundress. It stood out from the crowd, as the rest of the women attending the show were dressed in full-length ballgowns. But you wanted to be different. Seungmin had coordinated with your outfit by wearing a yellow bowtie, but that's as far as his stylists would allow him to go. He was already pushing the boundaries by bringing you to one of the year's biggest award shows.

He had wanted to prove to everyone that he could do it - that he could make it work.

And apparently, the point had gotten across.

Since already, the two of you and the rest of the boys had celebrities come out of the woodwork to applaud Seungmin's blatant show of a romantic relationship.

But, besides the sundress, you had also decided to wear a cute lingerie set underneath. It was hot pink and yellow and matched your outward look perfectly.

However, during the long night, your dress had ridden up while you sat there at Stray Kid's designated table for hours at a time. And Seungmin had caught on to the garb that you had hidden just underneath the thin fabric of your dress.

Perhaps you had worn it to get a rise out of him- since you knew how much he hated others seeing you in sexy attire... even if it was just a slightly-revealing top.

Or, perhaps you had worn it to feel confident when stepping into a world that was unknown to you.

Either way, the dim look that Seungmin leveled your way just then, as you sat beside him at the table, forced an erratic throb to shoot through your heart.

"I don't know... I thought it was pretty." You said in a quiet voice, eyes trailing down to your lap, where your fingers played with the hem of your dress. It had ridden up so much that a side of the panties was peaking out beneath the yellow fabric of your dress. It wasn't noticeable to anyone else, save for the man sitting beside you.

"Oh, I'll show you pretty, love," He grumbled in that silken voice that he only used around you - typically when you guys were alone, in your apartment, and he was bending you over any nearby surface to have his way with you.

A zap of energy ran through your veins then, and you watched in bated silence as Seungmin leaned over to Chan to whisper something in his ear. The leader nodded once, before giving you a soft look. Then, your boyfriend was standing up. In no time at all, he had his fingers clasped around one of your wrists, yanking you out of your chair and leading your stumbling form behind him as he strutted out of the award show's main atrium.

Then, all at once, he was nearing one of the single-stalled bathrooms that were interspersed throughout the venue.

Eyes widening, you tried to pull your wrist out of his tight, vice-like grip. "Seung- I-" You already knew what would happen next, the mix of anticipation and arousal swirling in the pit of your stomach from just thinking about it.

Your boyfriend's eyes flashed with swarthy annoyance, "In." Is all he said, practically pushing you into the tight bathroom. Your legs wobbled, turning to jelly right then and there. Seungmin shut and locked the door behind him. "Now, bend over the counter so that I can asses what you've done."

And you knew there was no arguing with him when he was like this. Seungmin's jealousy could easily go unchecked when the two of you were out with the others - but especially if he felt like you had disrespected him in some way.

For him, you parading around one of the biggest award shows in the country scantily clad in lingerie was probably one of the most disrespectful things you could ever do to him.

So, biting down hard on your bottom lip, you heeded his command. Leaning your elbows against the cold granite of the bathroom skin's countertop, you held your breath as you waited for his next move.

Ever so slowly, like the touch of a phantom, you felt your boyfriend's fingers dance up your sides, lifting the fabric of your sundress. He stopped when your backside was exposed, tsking darkly at the way most of your ass was bared for all to see. "Such a naughty little thing... need to be taught a lesson, hmm?"

You screwed your eyes shut then, the moans already clawing at the edge of your throat when you distinctly felt his nimble fingers playing with the strap of your panties.

Hopefully, he'd have enough mercy to stop, before he completely ruined you and ultimately forced you to go back out there to the award show - waddling like a pathetic and helpless bitch because your boyfriend had been a little too ruthless with the fucking in the bathroom.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 jeongin

"Baby..." You wailed in exasperation, pulling at your boyfriend's arm. You had been trying to get his attention all night. But of course, he was too busy with his friends and his stupid game to pay you any mind.

"Hmm- just one second, pretty... I gotta clear this level and then-" Jeongin began, but you were already sighing in frustration before he could finish his words.

You sat down on the spacious couch, watching - and thinking - as he furiously smashed away at his keyboard, hunched over the desk that was positioned in your apartment's living room, his completely focused on the bright screen in front of him.

If he wasn't going to pay any attention to you, then fine. You'd have your fun without him.

A genius idea dawned across the forefront of your mind just then, and you hurriedly made your way into your closet to retrieve your secret weapon. You had used it before - but only a couple of times, to keep the appeal alive.

After shimmying your way into the snow-white, satin lingerie set, you flitted into the bathroom, carefully brushing out your hair and adding a soft pink lipstick to level up the look.

You padded out to Jeongin once more in silence, not saying a word as you propped yourself against his desk. His eyes were still locked on the computer screen in front of him, so you began to draw lazy circles in the grain of the wood at your side.

"What do you want for dinner?" You asked, because although he was wearing his headset - which was how he could communicate with his friends while playing - you knew that he could still hear you.

For a brief second, he pulled his gaze away from his game to look at you. And immediately, he froze in his chair, spine stiffening, shoulders shaking just a tiny bit in reaction to your new... garment.

His lips parted somewhat, a tinge of red dusting across the tops of his ears that were exposed against his messy black hair. "You." He breathed out, eyes dancing with a myriad of feelings all at once, but mostly, wild desire.

You laughed at that. "What?" You asked, slightly confused.

Then, he was moving again, pressing a button on his headset and speaking into it, "Sorry boys, boyfriend duties call. I'll catch up later, yeah?" He didn't even wait for a reply, as he shut off the game entirely. He swiveled his chair around so that he was facing you completely. "I fucking want you for dinner."

Now you were the one with red ears. "B-But, you've been ignoring me all night... like, you don't want me."

Jeongin groaned, running a frantic hand through his long locks. "Damn it-" He cursed under his breath, scrubbing at his face with a few long fingers. "I'm sorry, pretty, I got too carried away with the game. And no, you're wrong- I do want you. So bad. All of the time."

He found your eyes after that, and your gazes locked, a spark of lighting igniting between the two of you at the way your breath unexpectedly became labored under his gaze. His eyes always did that to you - made you go crazy, when he'd look at you with such intensity, it felt like he was fucking undressing you with just his stare alone.

You felt yourself heating up at the way he studied you, at the way his blown-out pupils traced down the length of you, taking in every inch of your exposed skin and the beautiful white lingerie set.

"So c'mere and lemme get a taste of you, pretty.” You couldn't even hide the satisfied smile that spread across your lips at his words.

Jeongin was reaching out to you, hands supple and earnest, as he carefully guided you onto his lap. You fit on top of him perfectly, like the two of you were meant to always be close - in the most intimate of ways.

Fin.

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minhosimthings · 4 months

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A Quiet Christmas With Skz

Pairings: Bf!Skz × fem!reader (separate)

Warnings: when I say this is the fluffiest shit ever-

A/N: merry Christmas everyone! I hope your day goes splendid today! Enjoy some of my silly writings for Christmas today.

Bang Christopher Chan

Christmas was that time of the year, that time when all your worries would go away and all that would be left was chocolate, stockings, Christmas cake, and the handsome man currently engulfing you in his arms right now.

"Channie baby I know you want to comfort me, but I am kinda suffocating right now." You wriggled in his tight grasp, giggling as you looked up to see his humongous pout.

"Not my fault you decided to watch the one Christmas movie which makes you cry!" He defended himself, still not letting go of you. "The Grinch is a deeply emotional movie Christopher." You playfully glared at him.

"alright Mrs Grinch."

Although it was a cold snowy day, with snow falling on every inch on your face, you felt warmed, from the gigantic heater inside of your heart that your boyfriend provided you with. Even without the ugly Christmas sweaters and the giant knit blanket you had over you, you would still feel warm within Chan's warm grasp.

"if I'm Mrs Grinch, won't you be Mr. Grinch?" "Hey!"

Lee Minho

"Minho, get your ass in here!" You cried from your sitting place on the warm floor of the living room. Thank God for the room heater, you thought, you would have been laying dead of cold instead if it weren't there.

"It's 10 am in the morning woman what do you want?" Minho sluggishly walked down the stairs, a yawn decorating his face, which quickly turned into a look of widened eyes and opened mouth as soon as he saw what was in your hands.

"Ta Da!" Minho's jaws almost fell to the floor. His eyes sparkled at the sight.

The cats in tiny ugly sweaters?

"I-I thought you'd like it." You grinned up at him, carefully cuddling Soonie in your arms, who looked very tired in her Rudolph sweater, "The pet store had some so I got these for our babies." You gestured at Doongie and Dori, clad in green sweaters, tussling over a piece of string. "Oh the material is completely safe for them!" You said, noticing the look on Minho's face, "And I think it-"

Your sentence was left incomplete as Minho's lips landed on yours for a sweet kiss. God his lips were cold, you thought, more of a reason to warm them up.

"Marry me." "Minho what."

Seo Changbin

Christmas with Changbin was always a whirlpool. Of what? That you didn't know since it kept changing every year. Last year it had been breaking a leg quite literally at the skating rink, two years ago it had been accidentally breaking each other's nose while trying to kiss under the mistletoe. But this year, you were determined.

To not burn yourself while making cookies. And unfortunately, that, too, became a fail.

"I'm sorry Binnie." You hung your head down, as Changbin carefully bandaged your hand, his lips leaving soft kisses everywhere. "For what?" Changbin looked up at you in confusion, his curls falling on his face making him look adorable, "Oh this? I don't mind bunny."

"No I mean-" you took in a deep breath, "Every year I always manage to get my clumsy ass injured and we can't ever have a cute little normal Christmas."

"You should replace Hyunjin as the PaboRacha leader with all those dumb thoughts inside your head." Changbin chuckled, holding your hand softly, "This is almost like our little tradition for Christmas, getting our clumsy asses injured and i find that quite romantic you know? Who wants a normal Christmas anyway when we can spend it annoying the nurses at the hospital every year?"

"Forever the romantic aren't you?" You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss.

"only for you."

Hwang Hyunjin

Raiding the local paint shops was a tradition for you and Hyunjin that had been going on since the beginning of your relationship. So it was no surprise that this year, too, the paint shops had feared the arrival of you two.

"Jinnie could you come over here?" You called your boyfriend, who was probably somewhere on the other side of the shop. But being the simp that he is for you, he would have heard your whisper from Antarctica if he wanted to.

And sure enough, about five minutes after you called him, he was at your tail.

"Yes darling?" Hyunjin looked down at you with puppy eyes before spotting what you were carrying in your hands "Wait is that-"

"The oil paints you've been looking for which specifically has an entire section for skin tones?" you threw your hair back with your hand, "Yes, yes it is. And I just bought it with my own money cause I know your ass won't let me pay for shit, so now you can't pay for it! Ha!"

"Please marry me." "Hyun, no."

Han Jisung

You had never really celebrated Christmas, having grown up in a family who didn't care much for family time. But meeting Jisung was basically like meeting Mr Claus himself.

Han Jisung was a Christmas nut and he knew it. But you had never expected him to do somthing like this for you.

"Hannie did you-" "Write a Christmas song for you? Yes, yes I did."

Your eyes welled up with tears. So this was why he wouldn't let you into his studio for a month, you thought, seeing all the reindeers, heaps of mistletoe, and Christmas cookies laying on the table.

"Hey hey hey don't cry." Jisung wrapped his arms around you, "I know you don't celebrate Christmas much, but I want you to have fun today."

"why are you so fucking sweet?" You sobbed, not being able to keep your emotions in, "Although I should admit, you shouldn't have bought the mistletoe." You said, before crashing into him for a deep kiss. He tasted like gingerbread men and snow ball fights, in which you always defeated him.

"I don't need any excuse to kiss you."

Lee Felix Yongbok

Gingerbread men. The epitome of Christmas. Everyone knew about them and everyone loved them. And you could take in the familiar, sweet scent of them on Christmas morning, when you turned around and saw your boyfriend missing from his usual place next you.

"Lixie?" You crept into the kitchen, giving yourself a pat on the back as you saw exactly what you thought you would, "Felix what are you doing?"

"you're awake!" Felix turned to you, clad in an ugly sweater, with baubles knitted onto them, "No you weren't supposed to wake up!" He pouted at you, as he sadly looked to the kitchen counter.

"Lixieee." You giggled, skipping over to where he was standing dejected, "Baby we could have made the gingerbread men together!"

"But I wanted to surprise you." He pouted more, the gingerbread men seeming to pout with him. "How about we make a gingerbread house hmm?" You wrapped yourself around him, "And then we can cuddle up and watch dumb Christmas movies?"

"Even the rom com ones?" "Even the rom com ones."

Felix chuckled and pressed a tiny kiss to your forehead, embracing you with warmth.

"thank god you came though I don't know how to frost them."

Kim Seungmin

You had always had a tradition with your grandmother to knit sweaters on Christmas day to gift to the rest of the family. It was a fun tradition, allowing you to bond with her and also learn the art of knitting. But ever since she passed, you had a Christmas shaped hole in your heart, not knowing if you even wanted to knit anymore. But seeing Seungmin so eager, with knitting needles in his hands, and an eager expression on his face, your heart melted.

"Seungmin, what are you doing?" You giggled, seeing your boyfriend eagerly knit a thread through a wrong hope with furrowed brows and a stuck out tongue. "Why is this so hard?" He grumbled, "My hands are dying."

"Then why did you even decide to do knit, Minnie?" You ruffled his hair as he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his head into your neck. "I wanted to make you happy." He mumbled into your neck, driving you to the point of tears.

"Thank you Minnie." You said, planting a soft kiss to his forehead as he looked up at you.

"Now, let's knit some very ugly sweaters for Chan."

Yang Jeongin

"Yang Jeongin no." You glared at your boyfriend, silently going back to reading your book as soon as you did.

Breaking your gingerbread man was one thing, but making fun of it was another, and now Jeongin found himself trapped in a war where he had to earn your kisses.

"Honey, pleeease?" He drawled, bending infront of you, and doing the biggest puppy eyes he could. Your only weakness of course were his puppy eyes.

"No." You rejected his offer to make the gingerbread cookies again. You were willing to see how far he would go, to convince you, so you kept up with your act, but you were surprised to see that he shrugged his shoulders and stalked away into the living room.

Merry Christmas I guess, you thought, going back to reading your book.

"Oh no Y/N, what's this?" You heard Jeongin's voice behind you, as you looked up to see him dangling a piece of greenery above your head, "Oh no you're under mistletoe, quick you should kiss someone!"

His silliness finally made you crack a smile as you burst out laughing, his hands caressing your cheeks as he pulled you in for a kiss.

"You're such a loser Innie."

"I know, now come on we hava shit ton of things to bake."

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slytherinshua · 11 months

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GLASSES genre ➳ fluff. warnings ➳ none. pairing ➳ seungkwan x fem!reader. wc ➳ 531. a/n ➳ from this req.

Seungkwan and you had developed a schedule for when you FaceTimed on tour. Because of the time differences as he travelled, it had to be tweaked every so often. Right now it was morning for him and night for you. You had just settled under the covers when he called you. You answered and an instinctive smile spread on your face seeing him pop up on screen.

He was in a tour t-shirt and glasses. You had almost forgotten how much you adored how he looked in round spectacles. Without thinking, the comment naturally flowed out of your mouth even before you said hi properly.

“You look really cute in glasses.”

Your boyfriend grinned, “Really?”

Though you were slightly embarrassed from his teasing smile, you couldn’t deny that he looked absolutely amazing. “You’re adorable.” You confirmed and he pouted slightly.

“I was trying to go for the cool boyfriend image today. I guess I failed?” He laughed.

“No, no. You can pull them off at the same time. You’re Boo Seungkwan.” You giggled, sitting up a bit more. He smiled at you, fixing his hair though you already thought it looked perfect. You desperately wished you could run your hands through it like you always did while cuddling, but Seungkwan was regrettably thousands of miles away from you at the current moment.

It seemed as if Seungkwan was having the same thoughts as you, his next words being a whiney, “I miss you.”

You chuckled at his cute tone, “Just a couple days left, right? You’ll be back here soon enough and then you’ll realise how no fun I am compared to carats and wish you were back on tour.”

“No! I love you just as much as I love carats.” He protested and you hid your grin. He always took the bait when you said something like that, just fishing for loving compliments. Seungkwan soon picked up on your slight smile and realisation hit him. “You could’ve just asked for a compliment…”

You laughed, “It’s so much more fun this way, though.” A yawn soon hit you, right on schedule as the clock ticked a bit later.

“Had a long day? Tired?” Seungkwan asked softly. You nodded and smiled sleepily. Seungkwan thought you looked so pretty, face bare from a shower, cute smile, and drowsy eyes staring at him through the screen. “Go to sleep, babe. I’ll let you go.” He urged. You grumbled a bit at the thought, wanting to talk more with him rather than sleeping, but your body needed the rest, so you gave in eventually.

“Fine. Goodnight,” You stifled another yawn and Seungkwan giggled, muttering a soft, “cute”.

“Goodnight. I love you.” He smiled, blowing you a kiss to substitute for the regular goodnight kisses that you were currently missing.

“I love you too.” You mumbled, closing your eyes and waiting for Seungkwan to end the call first. This was also part of your FaceTime routine. Seungkwan started humming softly, lulling you to sleep quicker with his soothing voice. Once he was sure you were fully in your dreamland, he tapered off his humming, smiling at your sleeping face one last time before pressing hang up.

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kaiso-woo · 5 months

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Merry Chris-mas! (Felix Never Bad)

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-> Masterlist

PART 14 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader.

WC: 4.3k | Synopsis: Merry Christmas!! With Skz, and their girlfriends, at your house. Most of the relationships may seem out of the blue, but I kind of just randomly threw names at the screen.

Chris + Reader Minho + Jinhee Jisung + Suhwa Changbin + Kirsten Hyunjin + Soraya Seungmin + Yeonjoo Jeongin + Ashley Felix + N/A (for now - c'mon someone had to be single)

Notes: Fluff, Suggestive, Established Relationships (Everywhere) Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Idol!Chan, CaféOwner!Reader, Fem!Reader, Pet Names (Jagiya, Jagi, Baby, Babe, Love... etc.)

Here for a reading marathon? Head right back to the start!

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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition - REFERENCES BUT NOT EXPLICITLY MENTIONED

PART 14

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

Chris slid himself back under the covers, shivering slightly as the cold sheets embrace him, and wriggles himself up to snuggle in behind you, a ridiculous smile on his face. Slowly, he eases one of his warm hands across your body, wrapping it around you protectively, and places a fragile kiss between your shoulder blades. You shift slightly in his hug unconsciously, naturally moulding yourself to his body.

Chris sighs and rubs his nose adoringly into the back of your neck, inhaling the comfort that is your scent. You squirm again, and he can’t help but let a devilish smirk take over his lovesick expression. Tantalisingly, he begins his morning wake up routine, kissing the back of your head, neck and shoulder tenderly.

You groan, trying to pull yourself out of your sleepy state, and roll over onto your back. Chris doesn’t stop his kisses, working with the movement of your body to crawl on top of you, sitting up on his knees. With the ease of an adoring husband who’s done this many times over, he trails his kisses into the inside of your neck, caressing your body lovingly.

You yawn and instinctively knot a hand into his hair, massaging his scalp to let him know you’re properly awake. You can feel him smile against your skin, his warm breath tickling you. “Merry Christmas baby…” he murmurs, shifting up to place a swift kiss on your nose, and then a longer one on your lips.

“Merry Christmas sunshine,” you grin back, linking your arms around his neck and pulling him down to crush you in a soft hug. His amused laugh at your greeting is just one of the many things about him that make your heart swell.

“Sunshine? Me? Other way around today?” He giggles, effectively burrowing himself into you. You hum quietly and kiss the top of his head, relishing in the way his curls brush your face, “If there’s anything more beautiful than the sunrise to wake up to, it’s you.”

Chris inhales sharply and squeezes you tightly, “You’re so cheesy.” At this, you laugh and push him off you, eager to get out of bed and start the day, “I wonder where I got it from.”

Chris rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning like an idiot, and follows you to the bathroom. Predicting his movements accurately, you snatch at one of his hoodies on the way, swivel around and press it to his chest just as he moves to snag you in a back hug.

He takes it from you, a little surprised as you nonchalantly disappear into the bathroom. When he follows, you shake your head as he holds up the hoodie questioningly and puts it down on a shelf.

“What’s the hoodie for?” He mumbles, pressing himself close behind you, going in for that hug you had just recently dodged. You stare at your reflections in the mirror, smiling softly as he plants his head on your shoulder and sways slightly with the particles of the sun filtering through the window.

“The hoodie is for you to wear Mr Bahng,” you huff as you put toothpaste on your toothbrush and run the tap. “You’re not wearing a shirt,” he whines, his hands fiddling with the lining of your bra.

“It was hot last night. I sleep with a human heater wrapped around me too,” you mumble with your mouth full of toothpaste bubbles. “Yeah and guess what that did to my brain…” he grins, kissing your shoulder teasingly, his eyes locked to yours through the reflection.

“Your brain or your-” “Oh shut up,” he laughs, forehead clashing with your shoulder, “I can’t defeat you in anything anymore.”

You spit out your toothpaste, Chris refusing to remove himself from you and henceforth making it slightly difficult. Then with a waddle and a shimmy, you snatch his abandoned hoodie from the shelf, “If you aren’t going to put this on then I will.”

He nods in acceptance and pulls away to leave you be, turning to brush his own teeth. “What do you feel like for breakfast?” You yell from over by your bed; you’re busying yourself with neatening the bedsheets.

“You’re not making me breakfast, honey,” he sighs exasperatedly, emerging from the bathroom. He’s managed to run a comb through his hair, but he’s still naked from the waist up.

“Why not?” You frown, throwing a pillow into its place indignantly. He raises his eyebrows and steps towards the bedroom door, his hand resting on the doorknob. “What day is it today, hm?” He asks instead, and you pull a face at him. “It’s Christmas, but that doesn’t mean I can’t-”

Chris flings the door open and gestures for you to come closer with a flick of his head. Puzzled, you trudge over to him, eyeing his soft smirk.

“Merry Christmas!!”

You flinch in surprise as a dozen or so people yell at you from in the living room, bouncing around and hugging each other happily, decked out in Christmas gear and accessories. Your mouth falls open at the sight of their grinning faces, head whipping from your husband to the band of chaotic people.

Ashley scampers over and snatches at your wrist, tugging you over to join everyone by the couch. “What are you doing in my house?!” You yell, but your words are contradictory to the way you pull each of them into an excited hug. The Stray Kids members are all here, clutching presents, or girlfriends, or food, or all three.

Jeongin drifts over to stand at Ashley’s shoulder, and with his dimpled smile, hands you a present. “Awh thank you Innie,” you grin, turning away to put it under the Christmas tree. This begins the procession of trading Christmas gifts, everyone swarming the tree to put them down amidst joyous chatter over the top of one another. There are conversations flying everywhere. “How have you been?” “Feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.” “Where’d you get the dress from? It’s so pretty.” “Hyunjin bought it for me.” “Ashley and Jeongin made breakfast!!” “It smells so good, waffles and pancakes?” “Always a classic.” “How’s Minho~?” “What do you mean- ask him yourself, he’s right here.” “Yah! We’re both literally taken.” “Oh true, but Suhwa and I believe in Minsung just as much as any other.” “Hey, you fucking traitor come back here.”

“Changbin! Where’s Kirsten at?” “She had something to take care of in town, but she’ll be here soon!” “Good. The whole family is supposed to be here.” “Seungmin… the whole family.” “Yeah yeah I know.” “When’re you going to introduce her? She could be here celebrating with us right now.” “She wants to keep it under wraps for now, and so do I.” “Why? You think we’ll scare her off?” “No…” “Oh you so do.” “‘Lix what’re you doing in the kitchen?” “Get out of my pantry and tell us about your latest date? Yay or nay?” “Absolutely nay, to both. I’m staying in the pantry- where the fuck is your flour mate? I wanna bake some cookies.”

You sit back on your heels, admiring the smiley faces and obnoxious chatter from underneath the Christmas tree. Everyone’s catching up with each other, teasing and laughing. Skz had disbanded a while ago now, and as you search the crowd for Chris, your heart aches slightly with the realisation that this is the first Christmas you’ve spent with your husband properly.

No stress from music production, no schedule. Just freedom. You spot him still standing where you left him: leaning on the doorframe of your bedroom, his arms crossed over his woefully exposed chest, head tilted with the adoration of a father-figure watching his self-made family converse. Your smile mirrors his own, and when he finally locks eyes with you, it only widens. Chris offers you a wink and goes back to perusing the gathering.

“Oi, Hyunjin don’t just ignore your girl,” Chris calls with a reprimanding frown. “What?!” The man in question yells back, looking around in confusion. “Soraya’s trying to talk to you, turn around you goose,” Chris laughs, pushing himself off the doorframe to join the pandemonium. “Raya babe, I am so sorry I didn’t hear you, I swear- I can’t hear my own thoughts.” “Relax Jinnie, I just wanted you to drink some water, you said you were thirsty in the car earlier.”

“Mr Bahng would you put on a god damn shirt for once in your life.” “Why does everyone keep calling me Mr Bahng, for fucks sake.” “Because it’s your name, Mr Bahng.” “Okay Mr Han, no breakfast for you.” “WHERE’S YOUR SHIRT? Why are you half naked when there are women present.” “I’m shirtless around you lot all the time. It means I’m comfortable. Are any women uncomfortable with the fact that I am shirtless?” “Nah.” “Nope.” “It’s whatever.” “I’ve seen better.”

You snort and try your best to keep your expression neutral at Ashley’s final comment, but Chris turns towards you, ever so fine tuned to listen out for you.

“Oh you think you’ve seen better too?” He asks playfully. “No- Ashley’s basically just admitted to seeing Jeongin naked.” “Hey hang on, we’re talking about your husband being shirtless right now, not naked. I admitted to seeing Innie without a shirt,” Ashley grimaces, but her face has gone pink.

“I mean- you have seen me naked before,” Jeongin pipes up, and he holds his hands up in defence as Ashley turns to whack him. “Where’d you get your courage from?” She scowls but Jeongin merely pulls her into a rough hug, his grin immaculate.

At that moment, Kirsten, Changbin’s girlfriend bursts into the room, her car keys jangling in her hands. “Jesus Christ,” is the first thing she says as she walks over and pecks Changbin on the cheek, “It’s not enough to have Bin shirtless at home all the time and now Chan's too comfortable?”

At this, Chris throws his hands up in the air and rolls his eyes, “Fine fine, jagiya… I want my hoodie back.” “It’s too hot for you though,” you grin.

“Don’t make me take it off you,” he threatens, walking over and leaning over you with his hand outstretched. “Is that a challenge?” “Only if you turn it into one.” “Oh then you’re on.”

This chaos died down after some time, with everyone settling in to eat breakfast on the couch, or at the dining table, still laughing and still chattering. Chris had, of course, quite forcefully wrangled his hoodie off you, peppering you with kisses as somewhat of an apology, and you had to swiftly retreat back to your room to find one of your own shirts.

This… was what the Skz Family was like. It wasn’t often that you all managed to gather in one place. Everyone had their own lives. Seungmin fell prey to the peer pressures of everyone around him, and eventually called Yeonjoo. She met you all later on in the day, and received nothing short of a raucous welcome. Much to Seungmin’s surprise, despite her quiet personality, she warmed up to everyone swiftly. How could you not?

Although Felix has yet to find a forever partner, he’s still as happy as ever. Besides, you don’t need to have a lover to live a fulfilling life, and the only reason he goes out on the dates (that the Skz Family have set up) is to satisfy everyone else. He wholeheartedly believes that he’ll find them when he finds them.

You and Chris are the only wedded couple as of now, so Felix wasn’t too far behind - not that it was a competition.

You’re in the middle of baking cookies with Felix, expression permanently caught in a smile at the sound of the loud singing in the lounge room. You could never escape a bit of karaoke. Felix slides over the bowl of cookie dough and talks you through the next step, before turning away to continue the pavlova he was making. You’re chatting with him happily about anything and everything, when he changes topic mid-sentence. “Yeah anyways, I might have to purchase a better CPU- oop heads up,” he grins, his freckles shifting upwards with the movement of his mouth.

You jump a little as two arms snake around your waist, and laugh as Chris opens his mouth, silently asking for a chocolate chip. You were about to add some into the bowl to fold into the dough. You pour out a couple and feed them to him one by one, his eyes lighting up as the sweet melts on his tongue.

“And, what are you doing here mister? Felix and I are busy,” you chide. Chris snuggles further into you, his jaw digging into your shoulder slightly as he chews. “Mine,” is all he utters and you turn back to your baking with a dry chuckle. “That was established a long time ago Christopher.”

“YONGBOK! YOUR SONG IS UP NEXT!!” Jinhee, Minho’s girlfriend, shouts and Felix yells back, his eyes never leaving the mixture between his arms. “Okay! Wanna continue this pavlova for me?” “I will once Minho stops clinging to me like a cat! Give me a second!” “Where are you going? Being a traitor again?”

The next ten minutes are spent with you trying to divide your attention between your baking and stopping your brat of a husband from eating all the cookie dough from the bowl. Even when Jinhee arrives to continue Felix’s pavlova, she can do absolutely nothing to stop the man from making your life difficult.

“Are you two married or what? I see no ‘married couple arguing’. Don’t tell me that’s just a myth. It looks more like lovey dovey vomit-inducing romance.”

“You think we aren’t married?” You ask, sliding the bowl away from Chris for the umpteenth time, “Christopher get your paws out of Felix’s baking.” “He doesn’t mind.” “I mind,” you finish, turning away for a second to turn the oven on, only to have to lunge back for the bowl because Chris has nicked it again.

“Jinhee~ help me please~” You whine, and she picks up the nearest wooden spoon and whacks his hand sharply. “Okay, here’s the deal baby, you either let me eat some of this or I eat you out later,” Chris wolfishly demands, clutching the bowl close like a child and eyeing Jinhee with her dangerous spoon warily.

“Chris,” you sigh, as you fiddle with the oven, “Keep your unholy mind to yourself.” Jinhee’s dark chuckles do nothing to ease your embarrassment, “I think I know where Minho get’s his dirty talk from.”

“Sorry?!” You and Chris both turn to Jinhee in surprise. She shrugs, her eyes glimmering, “You could say like father like son.” “I didn’t need to know any of that,” you groan, whacking your head on the bench from where you’re squatting.

“Revenge!” Jinhee gleefully yells, waving her wooden spoon dramatically in the air. “First of all, I have not taught that man a damn thing about dirty talk. Second, what’s his go to? He’s probably smoother with it.” “CHRISTOPHER!”

Finally, everyone’s gathered around the Christmas tree to open up the presents. Once news of Yeonjoo’s last minute arrival was confirmed, it was unanimously decided that they would wait for her to arrive. She had her own presents sitting under the tree too - even though she hadn’t been formally introduced, she had long since been considered a part of the family. You women had taken it into your own hands to ensure Yeonjoo didn’t just receive generic gifts, hassling Seungmin whenever you could for details and information.

Felix has his camera out and is taking happy snaps of everyone. He’s adamant on opening his presents last, preferring instead to take pictures of the family he’s fond of. There’s a whole manner of presents being opened; chocolates, clothes, gadgets, remote control devices, jewellery, vouchers, bags, beanies, even the occasional gag gift.

You’re a little nervous as Ashley picks up her gift from you, shifting anxiously in Chris’ lap. Immediately he grabs your waist and whispers breathily in your ear, “You better stop moving honey, before I kick everyone out of our house.”

You scoff and wriggle further into him, trying to get comfortable again, “You wouldn’t even kick them out.” With a playful kiss below your earlobe he breathes back, “Keep moving and we’ll find out.”

You press your finger to your lips to encourage him to shut up, and do your best to sit still, instead fidgeting with your hands. “Yeobo,” Chris hums, reaching over to grab your hands, “It’s okay, the gift is just as perfect as you.” “Real smooth. She’ll appreciate it regardless, I know. I technically didn’t pick it out for her though, so…”

Ashley finally rips open the packaging and reads out the book title in surprise, “10 Ways to Turn Your Boyfriend into Your Husband?” After a pause in which the entire room quietens, Ashley’s face breaks out into a grin, “Yang Jeongin~ I think you should be reading this, not me~” she sings, crawling over to him smacking him lightly over the head with it.

You can feel Chris tense around you, you’re not sure why though. The eyes of the Stray Kids members swivel over to you, and Chris laughs quietly. “You bought this for Ashley?” Changbin asks, to which you slowly nod. “Hyung, does your wifey know?” Hyunjin quizzes, pushing himself to his feet and putting his hands on his hips. “Awh nah. What’s spoken between the men stay within the men,” Chris states calmly, his hands absently rubbing circles on yours.

Jeongin chuckles a little nervously, and Seungmin elbows him not so subtly. All the women of the house are looking at their respective partners with curiosity, the news that the men had secrets kept to themselves startling them. “No way…” you breathe quietly, so only Chris can hear. You think… you know what’s... about to go down.

“Jeongin… I think now’s your chance,” Chris smiles encouragingly, and after a deep breath Jeongin pushes himself up onto one knee, and extricates a ring box from the depths of his cargo pants.

The squeals from all the women almost makes your eardrums explode, but you can’t frown on them - you’re probably the loudest. “Yes,” Ashley declares, even before Jeongin has uttered a word. “Hang on,” Minho growls, and Jisung finishes his statement, “Let the man speak.”

The man is sporting a shy grin and a delicate blush, and after another little chuckle, looks Ashley in the eye and says, “Do me the honour of sharing my last name?”

Ashley’s laugh is half scream, half giggle. She quietly whispers yes again, before she launches herself at Jeongin, toppling the both of them to the ground. Finally, the Skz Members cheer in celebration, shuffling over to pat Jeongin on the back and ruffle his hair once the recently engaged sit up again.

“Jeongin didn’t know how he was going to propose,” Chris speaks, dragging your attention to him, “So he came to us.” “Wait everyone shut up, I want to hear this,” Suhwa (Jisung’s gf) yells. She had been sitting on the couch next to you, sipping an Iced Americano while she video-recorded the entire Christmas present opening session.

The crowd turns towards you and Chris, and you sink further into his lap so they can all see him. “He’s had that ring on him for like a week. I was the one who suggested he keep it with him.”

“I didn’t want to risk another Y/N happening, so it was a good idea,” Jeongin bashfully smiles, and you scoff in disbelief. “What, didn’t want Ashley to nick the ring and propose to you herself?” Jinhee chortles from her position sitting on one of Minho’s knees.

“But I did like how Chan hyung kind of proposed out of the blue. It sounded more natural,” Jeongin rebuked. “So… all he had to do was wait for the right opportunity, and Y/N gave it to him,” Felix smiled, snapping another picture of Ash and Innie.

“See? I told you the gift was as perfect as you,” Chris whispers, kissing the top of your head proudly.

You… gave him the opportunity? Or… did someone else…? (A/N: If you know, you know)

You’re all sitting back around the Christmas tree again. The difference this time is that all the men are shirtless (not just Chris this time), and most of the women are. Sounds concerning, no?

Most of your shirt’s had been drenched from the impromptu water fight held in your backyard. The hose was brought out, sponges, buckets of water, water guns. And who was to blame? Bahng Christopher Chahn naturally.

He went out to water some plants before he forgot to do it and a few of his Kids’ followed. Eventually, the girlfriend’s followed, wanting to check out the flowers and plants you had growing… and then everyone was outside. Poor Felix was the first to be sprayed, much to his shock and Chris’ gasped laughter.

And that’s that.

You had dragged out all the blankets and towels you could find, wrapping each and every person as tightly as you could. Everyone had mostly dried out by now, but some were still sporting dripping wet hair and cold shorts/skirts/pants. You and Chris had broken into your Café’s supply of hot chocolate, coffee’s and tea’s and started up the coffee machine to make everyone drinks together, trying to warm up the shivering souls. Now, the sun was beginning to set.

“Me or Stray Kids?” Chris hums, prodding you with his knee on the couch. You look up from the book Kirsten (Changbin’s gf) had bought you to frown at your husband. “You or Stray Kids?” “Yeah - I ran out of storage and was trying to clear my camera roll and found that meme,” Chris nonchalantly shrugs.

“Then you know what my answer is,” you reply just as calmly, and turn back to your book. “So your answer is Stray Kids because I am Stray Kids?” Chris presses, raising a dark eyebrow. When you don’t respond, he frowns and shimmies over to you, shoving his face right up to yours and staring at you with wide eyes, “That’s your answer? Really?”

“Yeah,” you deadpan, giving in to the temptation to kiss his forehead. He put his face there, what else were you supposed to do? “I have a confession then,” Chris murmurs, dragging himself away from you, but still remaining at your shoulder.

“Do you now?” You murmur back in the same tone, eyes skimming to find where you were up to in your book. “I’m in love with someone,” Chris continues, eyeing your book haughtily, as though annoyed it had your current attention.

“Really?” You gasp, turning to him with surprise written all over your expression. “I’m- I’m in love with you-” Chris stutters, his eyes wide. Somewhere to your left, you can hear someone smack their palm on their forehead, and someone else curse, and someone else groan.

You shake your head at Chris and sigh, “We have been married for three years Chris. Three years.” Then with a dramatic whip of your head, turn to the Skz Family scattered on the floor, “Ladies, don’t marry your man unless you’re prepared to deal with his bullshit for the rest of your life.”

Chris laughs and grabs your neck, pulling your head to rest comfortably in his lap. “Me or Stray Kids?” He asks again, but this time you don’t even have to say anything, because your girls have got your back. “STRAY KIDS!!!!”

Chris scowls at the smirk on your face, and although he’s gently brushing your hair out of your face, he mutters, “You’re infuriating.” “Only for you~” you casually throw back, rolling slightly to press a kiss to his bare stomach.

“You know what, you’re both infuriating. There is only so much PDA I can handle,” Jinhee grumbles. “As if you haven’t just left hickies all over Minho,” Jisung scoffs. “Of course you’d notice Ji,” Soraya laughs, pausing her braiding of Hyunjin’s hair just to raise her eyebrows at Jisung. “It’s so fucking obvious-” “I’m hungry.” “You’re always hungry!” “Exactly, so what’s for dinner?”

“Take out because Y/N has enough dishes to wash already.” “I’ll help clean up!” “Me too!” “It’s okay I have Chris for that.” “Man do I miss those days we used to argue about doing chores. I proposed because you wouldn’t let me feed Minho’s cats.” “Breaking news! Bang Chan of Stray Kids proposed because he thought he wouldn’t have to do chores anymore!!” “Breaking news! Hyunjin needs to learn how to do more chores!!” “What? I do chores - I do everything you don’t want to do.”

“At least you don’t live with Felix.” “And what is that supposed to mean? I live by myself I have to do chores.” “You find a place to put all your hats?” “My hats aren’t all over the place, it’s not that bad.” “Hey! Hey here’s an idea! Next group gathering we go to Felix’s!!” “That is a terrible idea. We are not doing that.” “Agreed!” “Sounds like a plan!” “I’m in!” “No- no wait do I not get I say in this, this is my house we’re talking about” “Nope.”

You and Chris have fallen silent, watching from your higher positions on the couch as the banter continues, and poor Felix’s protests are ignored.

“I think I’m going to need a bigger house,” you mumble off handedly. “Why?” Chris looks down at you, his forehead crinkling. “It was manageable when you only had seven Kids’. Now there’s what… thirteen of them? Fourteen if Felix adopts one?” “They’re your Kids’ too. If you’re my wife, then you’re also their mother.” “Alright, it was manageable when we only had seven Kids’. I don’t think this house can handle any more…”

Your train of thought, isn’t entirely inspired due to the chaos of Stray Kids and their partners. There was something else you hadn’t told anyone yet. Just a few days ago, you had discovered something.

And you were definitely going to need a bigger house… regardless of whether the extended Stray Kids family decided to randomly rock up to celebrate Christmas. You had one extra bedroom… but you had a feeling that in the future, it wouldn’t be enough.

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-> PART 15 -> Masterlist

A/N: One more official one to go!!

Until next read! - Kaisowoo

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Flowers | Seo Changbin

Seo Changbin x fem!reader

office au, colleagues to lovers, friends to lovers, fluff, secret admirer sorta stuff

warnings: some swearing, a few suggestive remarks, bit of alcohol use but not main two love interests, that's it I believe, as always lmk if I missed anything

word count: 5.1k

in which: someone leaves flowers and notes at your desk, you're not sure who it is but there is one guy you're hoping it to be

a/n: based specifically on this cute flower almanac thing I found, I'll put a pic below. This is pretty much just me trying to daydream and romaticise my shitty 9-5 tbh, anyway, enjoy!

Skz masterlist

You were certain you were the only person in the world who actually liked Mondays. You were shocked, at first, when you found yourself actually looking forward to getting up and going to work. It was, after all, just a regular office job. What could ever make this exciting? You always used to ask yourself.

But that all changed the day the flowers started appearing.

Every Monday morning, when you got to your desk, you found some sort of flower laying on your desk. Sometimes it was a rose, sometimes a tulip, other times a carnation. But it was always accompanied by a post-it note with words of motivation or a compliment. The notes continued throughout the week, always leaving a smile on your face, the words written with such precision to try and make it harder for you to find out who exactly was leaving them.

This Monday morning was no different as you picked up the lily that was placed on your desk, reading the note that was beside it. 'You're not here at the time I'm writing this note, but I already know you look pretty today, you always do.' You couldn't help but smile at the note as you felt your cheeks warm slightly at the words of affection.

"Another flower from mystery loverboy?" Felix asked as he sat down at his desk beside you. "What's it say today?" You handed him the note, not even looking at him as you twirled the flower in your hand.

"God, that's so cute but nauseating at the same time," Felix said after reading the post-it, handing it back to you. "Who do you think it is? Seungmin? Minho from IT maybe?"

"I'm not sure. I'm hoping one day they'll say something that will give me a hint as to who they are."

"It doesn't really matter who they are, though, I know who you want it to be. Ch-"

"Shut up."

"Cha-"

"Felix, don't you dare say it."

"Changbin."

"Felix, be quiet, he might hear you." You slyly turned your head to look at Changbin who was sitting only a few desks down from yours. You were pleased to see he was too busy typing away on his keyboard to overhear your conversation with Felix.

"Just give it up already, Y/N, and tell him how you feel."

"No way, not gonna happen."

"Please, you're not the one who hears him talk about just how great you are. 'Y/N's so good at her job, Y/N's always so lovely' blah blah blah. It's obvious your feelings are reciprocated."

"He's just being nice but that doesn't mean he feels the same way, will you just drop it?" Felix rolled his eyes but turned to look at his computer screen before you continued. "I'm gonna make myself a cup of tea, do you want anything?"

"I'm good, thanks." He sighed, still frustrated about the fact that you wouldn't just come right out and tell Changbin that you've thought about him every day since your first day at the office.

You still remembered the soft smile he gave you as he introduced himself and the way it warmed your heart.

"It's really nice to meet you, Y/N." The way your name rolled off his tongue sounded like music. That was the first time you had ever thought your own name was beautiful.

You headed to the office kitchen, got a cup, and made yourself a drink. Your mind drifted off to Changbin again.

"Hi," A familiar voice said behind you. You jumped a little, turning around to see the very man you were daydreaming about. "Woah, sorry, didn't mean to startle you, Y/N." There it was again, your name slipping from his mouth ever so beautifully. It felt like a cool breeze on a warm day, relaxing you.

"Oh, hi, Changbin, sorry, I was away with my own thoughts for a moment there." You laughed awkwardly.

"It's alright. I do it all the time, sitting at my desk and staring at the screen. I swear half the work I get done I don't even remember doing."

"Honestly, I'm the exact same, the only thing that keeps me from my daydreams is Felix. I love the guy but he never stops talking."

"Well, he keeps things interesting."

"Yeah, I'm just waiting for the day he runs out of things to say."

"I don't think that's possible."

"You two can stop talking about me now," Felix's voice interrupted your conversation from the entrance of the kitchen as he walked into the room.

"I do not talk too much, you're just boring, Y/N."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Why are you in here, I thought you didn't want a drink?"

"I don't you were just taking forever so I came to make sure you didn't get lost."

"Felix, I've worked here for 2 years, I can't get lost."

"Can too. You're a bit dumb sometimes."

"Rude."

"But anyways, I see you're not lost, just busy talking. I'll leave you two to flirt." He turned on his heel as Changbin blushed at his words.

"We, uh, we weren't-"

"Felix, we weren't flirting!"

"Sure, and I'm the King of England. Keep it PG, we're in an office, any poor soul could walk in on you too."

"I hate him," You said to Changbin.

"He's really got no filter whatsoever, huh?"

"He's absolutely insane."

"Anyway, moving on..." Changbin tried to break the tension between the two of you. "Are you excited about the work party on Friday?"

"About the booze, yes, about the social interaction, no."

"It's fine, we could probably find some room to hide out in together. We'll keep that from Felix, of course, God knows what rumours he'll spread."

"Yes, that would be wise." You nodded in agreement. "Well, I'll leave you to it then, better get back to my desk."

"Yeah, stop Felix from talking Jeongin's ear off." You both laughed lightly.

"Yeah, I'll see you 'round." You moved away from him, not really wanting to leave. You wanted to stay with him and just talk forever but work called. With one last smile, you left the kitchen.

***

"Well, 5 o'clock, I'm off. You wanna walk out together?" Felix asked, signing off from his computer.

"No, I need to work over to get this done."

"Okay, well don't overwork yourself, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright, see you later."

This was your usual routine, most of the days you ended up staying later than you probably should do, trying to finish projects and documents, trying to meet deadlines. Besides, it gave you more over time and put you in the manager's good books. Changbin had a similar routine, he would stay and the two of you would end up walking to your cars together.

Today was no different. After about an hour you logged off and began packing your bag.

"Are you staying any longer?" You asked the man sitting a few desks down.

"No, I think I'm done for the day. Wanna walk out together?" He always seemed to finish just as you did. His timing was perfect.

"Always." You finished packing up, not forgetting to place the note in your bag, and picked up the flower. You both left the office together, walking to the car park, enjoying each other's company. You twirled the flower in hand, looking at the man beside you. How desperately you wished it was from him.

"You still haven't figured out who's leaving them then?" Changbin asked you. When they first started appearing, it was the talk of the office. Everyone was trying to figure out who left them. After a few weeks, people grew bored. Now only you and Felix pondered on who it could possibly be.

"Nope. I'm honestly no closer than I was on day one. I should probably come in early one day but I don't really wanna catch him in the act and startle him or something, you know? I'm kinda hoping he'll come forward and tell me himself." Changbin nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, I get that. Is there someone you hope it is?"

"Hmmm, not telling."

"Well, I'm taking your silence as a yes."

"Hey!" He chuckled a little at your outburst.

"I'm sure you'll find him eventually."

"Yeah, I hope so." Did he feel the tension in the air the way you did? You weren't sure. But your heart felt a little heavier after his questioning. How could it be him when he seemed so genuine in his questioning?

"What do you do with all the flowers and the post-its anyway?"

"It probably sounds really cringy but I keep them. I press the flowers using books, I used to love doing that as a kid and now it comes in handy. I keep most of the post-its in a little box but the ones that are particularly sweet or motivating I stick around my room. It's nice to wake up and see them and know that no matter what somebody sees me and cares. I don't know that probably sounds really stupid and overly sentimental."

"No, I think it's really nice."

"Tell that to Felix. He never stops teasing me for it. He thinks I should just interrogate everyone in the office until someone confesses."

"Well, it's not a bad idea."

"Don't agree with him. He's become a bad influence on you." You had reached your car now. You wished you had parked further down.

"Welp, here's my car."

"Yeah, I'm parked a few spots down. So I'll get off. See you tomorrow, then."

"See you tomorrow, Binnie." He smiled at the nickname.

***

Friday finally rolled around and the night of the work party. You were at home now after a long day at work, getting ready. You looked at the post-it notes stuck to your wall. Reading the note from Monday, you smiled to yourself.

Your manager had booked a ballroom at some fancy hotel that wasn't too far from your apartment so you decided you'd walk there and get a taxi home. You slipped on your heels, looking in the mirror one last time to make sure you looked alright. Putting on your cardigan and grabbing your purse, you left your apartment and made your way to the party.

Once you were there you found Felix sitting at a table.

"Oh my god, Y/N, hi. Wow, you look so good!"

"Thanks, Lix," You said, sitting down next to him. You looked at him, noting how flushed his cheeks were.

"Do you wanna dance? We should dance right now."

"Are you drunk already?"

"No. Okay, maybe just like the tiniest bit."

"How?! The party has only just begun."

"Well, I got here early so I sat at the bar and had some pre-drinks. And I may have also had a few pre-pre-drinks while getting ready. Okay, fine I'm drunk, but so what? Isn't that what these things are for?"

"I'm pretty sure these things are for celebrating the work of our company." You laughed a little.

"Pffft whatever spoilsport, just go get yourself a drink."

"In a bit. I don't want one right now." The music faded as you turned to the small stage at one end of the room. The manager had a microphone in hand and began to speak, thanking everyone for their hard work and talking about how well the company was doing. It wasn't much different from his usual speeches so your mind couldn't help but drift away. You turned to look around the room, searching for one person in particular in the crowd. You found Changbin sat only a few tables down, noticing how he was already looking in your direction. You both quickly turned your heads away, feeling flustered. The speech concluded and the music started playing again, so loud you could barely hear yourself think. Food and drinks were passed around as people began to dance. You quickly grew bored of the scene and you were not particularly in the mood to drink (couldn't be me).

"Hey, I'm gonna go dance with Hyunjin, you go talk to Changbin, he's been checking you out all evening." You felt your cheeks grow hot from his words.

You watched your friend leave the table and make his way to the dance floor. You thought back to his words, looking around again for Changbin. He was standing, leaning against the wall on the other side of the room, watching everyone on the dance floors. You felt a sudden burst of confidence as you made your way over to him. He turned his head to look at you as you approached, a soft smile gracing his lips.

"Hi," You shouted over the music.

"Hi. You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N."

"Thanks. You looked handsome too. I love a man in a suit." He blushed at your words.

"Thanks. So, uh, not drinking tonight?"

"Nope, not in the mood. What about you?" You asked as you leaned on the wall beside him.

"Not drinking. I can't, I'm driving."

"Ah, I see." The two of you stayed in a comfortable silence for a little while, just watching the rest of your colleagues enjoying their night. Changbin turned to you, breaking the silence.

"The speech is done, that's the important part so do you, maybe, wanna get out of here?"

"Absolutely." With a smile on his face, he led you out of the hotel and to his car.

"Where are we going?" You asked as he pulled out of the parking space.

"It's a surprise."

"You're not about to take me somewhere really secluded and scary to murder me are you?" He chuckled and shook his head.

"No. Just trust me, alright?"

"I'm only joking. I do trust you."

The drive wasn't long but it was peaceful. The soft hum of the radio, the flashing city lights passing you by. Changbin parked up on a quiet street across from a small park.

"Secluded and scary. Oh god, I was right wasn't I?" He rolled his eyes playfully at your words. As you stepped out of the car, the cold breeze hit you. You began shivering as Changbin walked around the car to stand by your side.

"Hey, are you cold?"

"A little but I'll be alright."

"Here, take my jacket."

"No, then you'll be cold. I have my cardigan, I'll be fine."

"That thin cardigan clearly isn't helping. Here." He slipped off his jacket, pulling it over your shoulders. "Come on." The jacket was warm, but when he took your hand, you felt a chill run up your spine. Without another word, he guided you to the park. Still hand-in-hand, the two of you walked along the dimly lit path. If you had been here alone, with nothing but the wailing wind keeping you company, you would have been scared. But with Changbin beside you, you felt at ease.

"So, where exactly are we going?"

"You'll see, we're almost there."

As you continued to walk, you looked around the park. There was a small playground with swings and a slide and a see-saw. The two swings were gently swinging in sync, in the breeze, much like your intertwined hands. The leaves of the trees that lined the path rustled, making music for the grass to dance to in the wind. The stars in the sky above twinkled down as if they were looking at the two of you. For a moment you were certain that outside of the park the rest of the world had stopped. It was just the two of you.

"Here we are," Changbin said as you neared a rather large greenhouse. He opened the door and held it for you as you thanked him and walked inside. He followed you in and flicked a switch, turning on small fairy lights that lit up the place. The moonlight still streamed in through the glass roof, allowing more light. The greenhouse was bursting with colour from all the flowers.

You walked around the place, fingers dancing from flower to flower, delicately touching the soft petals.

"It's beautiful," You said as Changbin came to stand next to you. The moonlight lit up his feature well, you were certain he was what people envisioned when they told stories of great and handsome gods. His skin looked softer than the petals of any of the flowers in the greenhouse, you longed to reach out and stroke his cheek, kiss it, anything.

You turned to watch his hands as he picked up a small pair of shears and reached out, cutting a flower off.

"What're you doing? You can't just take a flower!"

"Relax, I know the gardener here. She's this lovely, little old woman called Mrs. Kang. When I was in high school I used to come to this park all the time and, well, you know what rowdy teenage boys are like. I was a stupid kid and did stupid stuff. I once got caught vandalising one of the walls in the park and they said I had to pay back the damages by working here. At first, I hated it but Mrs. Kang was really sweet and even after I had paid it off I continued to come here every Sunday to help out. I still do, even if it's just to chat with her. I tell her everything, I talk about my family, my job, you." As the words left his lips, your head whipped up to look at him. His eyes met yours.

"You've told her about me?" You asked quietly.

"Yes, of course, I have."

"Why?" You asked. He handed you the flower, a red tulip.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?" You stayed silent. "You know, at home, I have this old book of flowers and their meanings that Mrs. Kang gave me. In it, it says a red tulip can symbolise a declaration of love."

"It's you. You've been leaving the flowers and the notes for me."

"Yes. I was a coward at first, I couldn't admit to you my feelings. It was Mrs. Kang that suggested that I start leaving the flowers, build my confidence then confess. So, every Sunday, when I came here, I would pick a flower for you, ready for Monday. Honestly, I would have continued just leaving you the flowers and the notes but I decided it was time to tell you last Monday when you told me you wanted whoever it was that was leaving the flowers to come forward and tell you, rather than you having to figure it out. And, here we are."

"I can't believe it's you."

"I have no idea if you feel anything for me at all, but it was time I confessed. I'm sorry if you don't feel the same. If you want to forget this ever happened, we can. I'll stop sending the flowers, I'll leave you alone, it's alright."

"Changbin, I always wanted it to be you." He looked at you in shock for a moment, processing your words before a big smile appeared on his face.

"Really?"

"Always. I'm surprised you haven't heard Felix teasing me about you, he isn't very subtle about it."

"I can't believe you feel the same." He took a step closer to you.

"You better believe it, you can't get rid of me now." You placed your arms around his shoulders as he wrapped his own around your waist.

"Wouldn't dream of it." He smiled down at you before slowly leaning in. The anticipation of waiting for his lips to meet yours nearly killed you but, when they finally did, you knew it had been worth the wait. You'd wait forever and a day for him. Your lips fit so perfectly together, the way your hands had done before. The feeling in your stomach couldn't be described as just butterflies or fireworks, it felt more like a flood. A great flood of love and desire and yearning.

As you pulled away from him, your hand moved up to his cheek. His skin was soft, just like you knew it would be. You looked at him and thought, yes, the universe or god or mother nature or whatever else could possibly be out there took their time making him.

"I'll drive you home," He whispered but made no move to pull away any further.

***

When you had finally made it back to the car, your lips were swollen from stolen kisses and your hand warm from where it was interlocked with his. The drive home was possibly even more peaceful than the one to the park. His hand rested on your thigh for the majority of it and you had to keep reminding him to keep his eyes on the road. But the gentle smile he sent your way every time he looked at you made your heart skip a beat.

He parked up, outside your apartment building, walking you to your room. When you reached your front door you turned to look at him again, pulling him into an embrace. The two of you stayed like that, gently swaying.

"I don't want to let you go," He whispered.

"Don't. Stay over."

"You sure?"

"Of course." You unlocked your front door before going to fetch him some clothes. You found an oversized shirt and sweatpants that were baggy on you, hoping they would fit him. You showed him to the bathroom, allowing him to get changed while you went to your own room and got changed yourself. When you opened the door of your room you found him standing in the living room waiting for you. The clothes fit him perfectly and there was something so natural about him being here.

"Come on, let's get some sleep," You told him and with a smile, he walked into your room. You switched on the lamp on your bedside cabinet before pulling back your covers, ready to get in. He glanced around, noticing his notes on the walls.

"You're really obsessed with me, huh?" He teased as you.

"Says the perv leaving me messages in secret."

"Shush, you know you love me."

"I do love you."

"Well, it's a good thing I love you too." And with that, you took his hand, pulling him to your bed, switching off the lamp. You both snuggled up, your head leaning against his shoulder while his hand had a gentle but firm grip on your waist. Your hand came to rest on his chest, above his heart where you could feel it racing.

"You're heart's racing."

"Do you really blame me? The girl of my dreams has just told me that she loves me too and now we're cuddling together in her bed."

"You dream of me, do you?" You teased. Changbin was glad your room was dark so you couldn't see the way his cheeks flushed.

"Shut up." You both laughed. Taking his hand, you placed it above your own heart.

"Mine's the same."

***

When Monday rolled around you were a little disappointed to see there was no flower at your desk this time. Of course, things were going to change but you were glad. Now you could hug him and kiss him and hold his hand. But still, the lack of a flower at your desk made your heart drop a little. Brushing it off you headed to the kitchen to make your usual cup of tea.

As you stirred your tea, you felt a hand come to rest on your waist. You turned and smiled to see Changbin.

You had only seen him the other day. He ended up staying all of Saturday, the night after the confession, only leaving on Sunday because, true to his word, he went to see Mrs. Kang at the greenhouse.

"Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning, handsome." His other hand came from behind his back, holding a cluster of flowers.

"Didn't think I'd forget did you?" You smiled brightly, taking them from him.

"What are these ones? What do they mean?"

"Apple blossoms. They mean 'I prefer you before all.'" Your smile somehow got even wider.

"You're so cheesy."

"I know," He stated, taking a step closer, placing his hands on the counter, either side of you.

"Changbin, we're at work."

"I don't care." He smirked at you. You weren't going to argue, you didn't want to. Instead, you trailed your fingers up his chest, coming to play with his collar. The tension was heavy in the air and you couldn't bare it any longer so you pulled him towards you, kissing him.

"Oh shit, my eyes!" The two of you broke apart, turning to see Felix dramatically covering his eyes. "Are you done? Please tell me you're done."

"Piss off, Felix," You both said in unison.

"How about you two piss off and get a room! This is a public place, I don't wanna walk in on you two making a baby one day!"

"You're so dramatic, it was just a kiss."

"Do I have to give you the boy talk? Kissing leads to other things and before you know it, boom! You've got a kid."

"I've already got a kid, you." You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Just keep the PDA to a minimum when I'm around."

"Leave, Felix."

"Okay, alright. before I go, Changbin, we're friends but if you even think about hurting her, don't forget, I know where you live." He went to walk away and you laughed a little, resting your forehead on Changbin's chest. "Oh, and use protection!"

***

The entire day at work you couldn't stop yourself from glancing over at Changbin, only to find him already looking at you with a smile. The entire office knew about the two of you by the end of the day because you could not stop talking about each other. You didn't want to keep it a secret, you had kept secrets long enough.

"Welp, home time!" Felix said happily as he switched his computer off. "You staying again?"

"Yes."

"Oh, maybe I should stay, monitor you two." Felix eyed Changbin a couple of seats down.

"Oh my god, Felix," You whined.

"I'm only joking, have fun." He stood up and collected his things. "Not too much fun." He pointed a warning finger at you as you rolled your eyes but smiled genuinely at him.

You continued to work, chatting to Changbin the entire time.

"I'm sorry about Felix earlier," You said to him as the two of you packed up, ready to leave.

"It's alright, he just cares about you, I get it." He held out his hand for you which you gladly took. Changbin swung your hand a little as he led you out of the building.

"I told Mrs. Kang what happened on Friday night, how I finally confessed, and she wants to meet you. So, if you're up for it, this Sunday, do you want to come with me to the greenhouse?"

"I would love to, it's a date."

***

As you and Changbin strolled through the park, the sight of the greenhouse in the distance brought back fond memories of that night. You were so excited to meet Mrs. Kang. From Changbin's stories, you could tell she was a lovely woman.

"Changbin, hi!" Mrs. Kang said enthusiastically as you and Changbin entered the greenhouse. "And this must be Y/N! You were right, she is beautiful."

"Thank you, it's so nice to meet you. Changbin has told me so much about you."

"All nice things I hope."

"Don't worry, I'll scold him if he ever says one bad word against you."

"I like you already. Well, I should say even more. I feel as if I already know you from everything he's told me about you."

"Does he really talk about me that much?" You looked at him with a teasing smile.

"Can you not talk about me as if I'm not right here? I'm starting to regret introducing the two of you already."

"Oh hush, this is girl talk. Now be a dear and go fill up the watering cans," Mrs. Kang shushed Changbin. He sighed but gave you a loving smile before leaving to do what she said.

"You know, since the first day you started working with him, he has not shut up about you, truly."

"I have a friend who claims that I always talk his ear off about Changbin."

"You two are so similar, I honestly think you're meant to be."

"Oh, well, thank you, it means a lot."

For the next few hours, you and Changbin helped Mrs. Kang with planting and watering everything in the greenhouse. You continued to talk with Mrs. Kang as she told you stories about Changbin from his teenage days all the way up to now.

"I could tell you all his embarrassing stories but we'd be here until next Sunday."

"Please, no more stories," Changbin begged.

"No, I think you should definitely tell me all his embarrassing stories, ignore him."

When the light began to fade and you all started packing away the gardening equipment. Changbin was at the sink, washing the dirt off of his hands. Mrs. Kang smiled fondly at him before turning to you.

"He told me all about Friday, and the red tulip, everything. I gave him the book with all the flower meanings a long time ago but he never brought any of it up. It was only after he fell for you that he started admiring the flowers for their meanings, not just their beauty. Every time he picked a flower out for you, he chose it with such delicacy, making sure the meaning was true to his feelings. I had always wanted him to use the book for a good reason. I'm glad that reason was you." As she spoke, you watched the man. The man you had worked with for years. The man you had been in love with for years. The man who carefully chose flowers, with meanings of love and admiration, just for you.

"I'm glad I found him. Someone who could love me so deeply and purely." Mrs. Kang smiled.

"You ready to go?" Changbin asked as he walked towards the two of you.

"Yep." You held out your hand for him and he took it.

"Come back anytime, Y/N, it was lovely to meet you."

"I definitely will come back, I've had a great day and it was lovely to meet you too. Get home safely." The two of you bid Mrs. Kang goodbye and left, hand-in-hand once again.

"Here. I was gonna save it till tomorrow but I can't help myself." He handed you a flower. You took it, a daisy this time, gazing at its beauty with a smile

"I love daisies."

"Yeah? I'm glad. It's small and simple, I know, but it describes my feelings perfectly."

"Oh yeah? And how's that."

"Well, a daisy simply means, I love you truly.”

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Take Me Away || H.J

little note: only part in the series that doesn't have the same title as the song it's inspired by

Warnings/tags: fem!reader, unexperienced!reader, Switch!Reader (leaning sub), Bestie!Jisung, SoftDom!Jisung, petnames, making out, oral (M&F receiving), female orgasm, male orgasm, face fucking (s0ftly lol), virgin!reader, face grinding/sitting, cum eating, mention of food once, mention of not being able to sleep, unrecognized subspace. i think thats all

Note: I haven't been here for a while *giggles*. This just me picking up from where I left off. Also, late work for Han's Bday I guess. I dont have anything for Lixie :( i feel bad. But honestly, I've been working on this any many other things for monthssss. I hope you guys enjoy!

The music series, I chose songs and assign them to each member. I write each work according to the vibe of said song. Each work will have smut, whether it is soft, hard, or a mixture of the two. You don’t need to listen to the song to enjoy it, the song would finish before you’re done reading but listening to the song in general is recommended, because why not? To learn more click <here>.

Sypnosis: Han is grateful for you being there, he always will be. But will you ever let him take care of you? He's willing to do it any way you'll allow him to.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction (not real). this is mature content and has mature themes. 18+. This is not a reflection of how skz act in real life

this isn't a jeongin one but you did ask to be tagged when i post so here you go, lol @dadonbabysworld

Part of the music series <masterlist>

“One thing I‘m sure about you is that, whatever time of day it may be… you always come rushing to me if my voice wavers even just a little bit.” You blinked as Jisung spoke his mind without thought.

You cleared your throat, “Is that a problem?” You asked softly. He scoffed, shaking his head. “How could that be a problem, Y/n?” He ran a hand through his freshly dried hair, looking at the blushing moon through his shut patio door. Jisung gazed at your confused features through his ruffled bangs before sighing, going back to picking at his chipped black nail polish.

He took a deep breath before speaking, “I just- I’m not sure if I deserve someone like you in my life, that’s all.” It was your turn to scoff, frowning as you watched your best friend fiddle with his thumbs.

You stayed silent, the softest of songs playing quietly through his speaker. It was 1am, his roommates were fast asleep; so were you just 2 hours ago. In the middle of the night, Jisung called you, his voice groggy as he muttered “I can’t sleep.” He was a grown man, he didn’t need you to rock him and sing him a lullaby. But he just wanted to hear your voice, loving how your tone could warm his heart in a millisecond.

He never admitted it out loud, but he was in love with you. Platonically and romantically. At first, he tried to deem it as infatuation, a silly little crush he developed because you were one of the most caring people he’s met in this lifetime. Unfortunately, it was way deeper than that. But he’d never tell you, that would ruin everything.

Therefore he used your kindness in order to see you whenever he could. Granted, this was selfish of him. Waking you up at 12am just because he knew you were too pure to just tell him ‘wait till the morning’. You cared too much, and he loved you for that, loved how you cared for him; along with many other things. He wasn’t that shallow.

The only thing he despised about you, was how you’d never let him take care of you; not properly at least. You always had to pay for food, he wasn’t allowed to. You got him gifts but frowned when he got you one. He accepted your love languages, they were a part of you. But still, it bothered him to no end. Who was taking care of you if you were so busy taking care of him?

“Did you eat dinner, y/n?” He asked you softly, clearing his throat as he swiftly changed the subject. You allowed it, “Mhm,” you muttered, “But it was boring without you there.” You let out with a soft chuckle.

God, why did you have to say that? Jisung’s heart skipped a beat at the image of you eating, pouting since the lack of his presence didn’t allow you to talk to him about nothing like you usually do. “I’m sorry, babe. I’ll be there next time.” Your love languages: quality time, gift-giving, and of course, words of affirmation.

This allowed him to call you pet names without you thinking too much into it. This was one of the ways you allowed him to look after you, making you feel comfortable around him. He’d call you “babe”, “Princess”, your personal favorite was “beautiful”, but you’d never let him know that.

You smiled at the pet name. Silence fell over the two of you, sitting on his soft cushioned king sized bed, bathing in each other’s presence. That’s until you remembered something you discussed with your friends earlier. It was an embarrassing topic to say the least, and the question you had was even more questionable. But it was Jisung, what’s the worst he could say?

“Ji?” You muttered, he hummed back. “You know how I’ve never kissed someone before?” You pouted as he chuckled, softly slapping his bicep. “I’m sorry. Yeah, what about it?” He says, chuckling softly; still gazing at the blushing moon.

You gulped, it was now your turn to start playing with your chipped nail polish. “Why haven’t you offered to kiss me before?” You could see him frown in confusion before turning to you with an unreadable expression. “It's just that, Felix asked me… if you ever offered before. Because we're so close, you know? I’m only comfortable, with you… as of now.” you muttered, awaiting his answer.

“I didn’t think you’d want that from me, Y/n.” He stated, his tone still soft as ever while he searched your eyes for a further explanation. “Well, I think it would be better to kiss you than some random person, no? I mean, I trust you with my life.” You said, slowly becoming timid due to his intense stare.

He nodded, finally understanding your intentions; wanting to experience something you’d probably longed for. And Jisung was the only one that seemed safe. His hair fell into his eyes as you watched him take in your words, looking at you with care. “I wouldn’t mind kissing you, beautiful.” Your lips parted as he smiled at you gently.

“Can you kiss me now?” His brows raised at your sudden request, but he nodded nevertheless. Scooting closer to you as you stayed stationary, awaiting his arrival.

“Don’t be scared, Y/n,” he whispers once he got close enough that your knees were touching, his breath fanning over your cheeks. “Like you said, it’s just me right?” He smiled, showing you his teeth as he found your shy eyes. You nodded, smiling back as your hands absentmindedly fisted his sheets.

“Can I touch you? Is that okay?” He asked gently. “Uhm, touch me how?” Your innocent question shouldn’t have affected Jisung the way it did, his mind traveling to more mature places; having him chant “don’t fuck it up” in his very active mind.

“Your cheeks, can I hold your face?” he whispered, hoping you didn’t notice him growing tense. You muttered yes. A light involuntarily gasp escaped as you felt both his warm hands grab a hold of your hot cheeks. Jisung licked his lips out of habit, catching your gaze as he was now so close that your noses brushed.

His thumb brushed your cheeks soothingly, “Ready?” He whispered, his gaze switching from your eyes to your impatient lips. “Mhm”. He gave one last smile before pressing into your lips with his.

His lips attached themselves to yours like they belonged there all this time. Smooth, sensual, gentle. You could feel your heart beating against your chest as he took his time stroking your cheeks, kissing you deeply. He wanted this to be nice for you, fun. He didn’t want you to overthink and to just feel him instead, get lost in him momentarily. Luckily for him, his message got conveyed. You untensed, kissing Jisung back as you reminded yourself that you were safe. Instead of asking yourself if you were doing it right, the decision was made to get lost in Jisung instead. Completely lost, almost taken away by him.

Did kissing always feel like this? If so you should’ve given into temptation much earlier, asking your best friend for harmless make-out sessions every week if you could. You sighed into him, frowning as you tried to get impossibly closer, wanting more of him on your lips. He chuckled against you, amused but not pulling away as he tilted his head for a better angle, wanting you to have a good first kiss. His lips were soft, it made your brain… fuzzy? A new, unfamiliar feeling that you’ve only heard your friends speak about. However, you accepted the new feeling. What could go wrong?

Undoubtedly, maybe you should’ve hung on to that last bit of sanity you had left. Maybe it was the way Jisung pulled away shortly to say you're doing well, asking you if you were okay. But you knew it was the way he hummed into you, kissing you deeper but going softer at some points; not wanting to get lost in his head. It was… attractive, this kind of attractive where you feel a funny feeling in your tummy. You moved closer, one hand found his knee while the other placed itself on the slither of blanket between the two of you, clenching the fabric for dear life; not that it would help with the sweaty palms and heat pooling in your underwear.

Thank god Jisung was still conscious. Making it his mission to be hyperaware, reading any silent cues you might have given off. Jisung pulled away when he heard you whimper, thinking he might’ve done something wrong, maybe you’ve had enough. Totally oblivious to your roaring thoughts. But his worries soon disappeared as he opened his eyes only to find yours still closed, brows scrunched as you tried to chase his lips, not wanting his warmth to go just yet.

Jisung gulped as your eyes fluttered open, your gaze seeming darker from when he last looked into them. Your pupils were blown out as you looked at him in question. “Why did you stop?” You asked breathlessly. He couldn’t form a proper sentence, not knowing how to answer you. How long have you wanted to be kissed? Did you always want this from him? Him… specifically? That’s how you were acting. Desperate, needy, like you’ve been starved, waiting for him.

He didn’t move away when you abruptly took initiative this time, grabbing his cheeks and pressing your lips onto his, rougher than before. He grunted into you, grabbing your waist to hold you still. You pulled away, only to whisper “more.” Jisung’s eyes widened as you moved to straddle him, kissing him with urgency. Jisung let you do your thing for a while, almost letting himself go brain dead until he remembered, you’ve never experienced something like this.

He pulled away, tapping your lower back as you caught your breath, now looking down at him due to sitting on his lap.

“Slow down Y/n, hm?” He whispered, peering into your dazed eyes. It made his heart pound, you looked like you were drunk on him. “Do you realize where you're sitting right now?” He asked softly. He pressed his lips together as you bit yours, his eyes looking at how plump your lips were; he couldn’t even measure how long you kissed. You nodded slowly, your hands resting on his shoulders.

“I-I don’t wanna have sex,” Jisung stiffened at your comment, his eyes widening as he opened his mouth to talk; you beat him to it “But I want you, in some way.” You whispered, gazing down at him with nothing but need.

Jisung started to understand that lust was taking over your mind, you weren’t thinking clearly. He’s never seen you so… weak. “Y/n, baby,” he takes hold of your face, “I know it feels nice, but think for a moment, hm? I don’t want you to regret anything.” He says seriously.

You resist the urge to whine in frustration, “I can take care of myself Jisung.” You whisper, He sighed, “I know bab-”, “Do you wanna… do want me to… taste you? Can I taste you? I’ve always wanted to.” his lips parted in surprise, hearing his best friends speak in ways he’s never heard before.

You took his silence to explain yourself. “My friend, from uni, she said it’s fun. When you get to feel a guy twitch because of you. The only guy I could think of reacting like that for me… is you. I- I wanna make you cum.” You whispered shyly, your hand bunching the fabric of his shirt.

Jisung felt his member twitch and grow at your words, he knows you felt it because you jolted in his lap. “S-sorry, but when you talk like that… Jesus Y/n, what’s got into you?” He mummers, observing how set in your ways you were. You bit your lip, hands traveling to play with the collar of Jisung’s sleeveless band tee. Jisung began to think - trying his best to ignore how your fingers caressed his bicep - if this was gonna happen, he was gonna make sure to take care of you.

“How about, I taste you instead? How does that sound princess?” Jisung couldn’t help but smile as your eyes widened, pointing at yourself in disbelief. “T-Taste me?” You whispered softly. Jisung hummed, rubbing your thighs that had him caged in. “Mhm, I want you to feel good. It’ll be much more fun for you. If you still want to go down on me afterward, we can try.” He smiled up at you, gently squeezing your hips.

His comforting smile didn’t leave his face as you nodded in agreement. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you y/n?” You slapped his chest softly out of embarrassment. He let out a chuckle before laying down. You looked at him confused, now playing with the hem of your skirt.

“You’re gonna sit on my face, beautiful.”

He grinned at your shocked face. He loved seeing this side of you. So different from your caring nature, always wanting to take care of him to the best of your ability, never letting him be the one to be strong for the both of you. Full 180 from what he’s used to. But if this is the only way you’ll let him pay you back for your kindness, he will gladly do so.

“Uhm… what if.. Uhm,” he watched you stammer with a soft expression, using his hand to continue rubbing at your thigh. “What are you nervous about? Hm?” Jisung asked softly, “What if I like… suffocate you or something?” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Babe, it would be a pleasure to have your thighs around my head. The only way I can breathe is through you… you have no idea how much I want that right now.” Your eyes widened at his confession, feeling his hands grip your thighs tighter as he bucked his hips slightly; reminding you of how hard he was under you.

“You’re not gonna hurt me, y/n.” You watched his soothing close lipped smile as he guided you closer to his face. You didn’t fight it, only being slightly disappointed by not being seated on his bulge anymore. “Make yourself at home beautiful,” Jisung whispered, licking his lips as you finally hovered over him.

He looked into your eyes as he slid your panties to the side, biting his lip softly and he let out a sigh. “So… wet, from what baby? Kissing?” His chuckle made you gulp, your cheeks heating up as he lowered you onto his face.

“Oh,” you gasp as you feel his lips gently latch onto your bud. You gulped at the new unfamiliar feeling, staring at the wall in front of you as you adjusted slightly. You flinched as he hummed against you, lightly sucking as his hands slid underneath your shirt.

“J-Jisung, it feels kinda… ni-oh.” Your chest heaved as you felt him chuckle, squeezing your clothed breast in response. You felt his lips unlatch from your clit, only to lick a long strip up your slit; the tip of his tongue flicking and pressing against your bundle of nerves, only to start flicking faster.

You let out gasps and whines, your hands pressing on the headboard for leverage as you flinched away from his face. Looking down only to see him looking back up at you with a glistening mouth and dark eyes. “Is it too much, princess?” He asked, his voice raspy. “You can take it, I know you can. Be a good girl for me.” You felt your clit pulse at how he spoke to you like he was in charge, it made the fuzziness deepen. You whimpered, nodding as you lower yourself back onto his awaiting mouth.

This time around you felt wetter than before, his tongue slipping and sliding across your flesh with ease. Feeling his lips suck and tongue flick had you seeing stars, you didn’t even know that you were grinding on his face until you looked down.

“Oh, I-I’m sorr-”, “Keep fucking using me.” Your lips parted at his grumbled words, but you did exactly what he told you to do. Grinding on his face, trying your best not to press too hard. But it was difficult to think with all the different sensations running around your form.

It felt like his lips were everywhere, you began to get lost in the feeling. Your moans grew a bit louder, not that Jisung minded. Maybe his roommates did, but he loved it.

But what made tears start brimming was when you felt his tongue slide into your sopping entrance with ease. “Ji- w-what… fuck.” You whined, your pelvis moving faster against his tongue, no longer caring about how much of a mess you were making. “You’re… so good.” Jisung hummed at the praise you gave him, continuing to make you feel good.

You reached down, your fingers raking through his locks as you pushed him closer into your heat. You haven’t looked down at him in a while, therefore you wouldn’t know that Jisung’s eyes were closed. Letting himself get lost in the taste of you, letting himself be used by you in the best way possible. All the while trying not cum untouched, your moans traveling like waves through his body, right down to his member.

You lurched forward, feeling pressure build up in your tummy, aching to be released. “Ji… I’m- oh…” your mouth parted with your eyes being screwed shut as you came, the climax being strong as it’s the first time you came in the hands of someone else.

Jisung's eyes snapped open to watch you, analyzing how you came undone above him; it was like heaven to him. While trying his best to Ignore how his dick fought against the material of his sweats in order to be relieved. He hummed against you, licking you clean as you slowly came down from your high. At that moment he swore you started glowing.

You gulped dryly, weakly scooting off his face and placing yourself back to the position of straddling, causing him to hiss at the contact of your middle pressing into his bulge.

You felt small under his gaze, now comprehending that your best friend made you cum, the fuzziness weakening slightly. You bit your lip, reaching up to wipe his face that was slathered with your arousal. “Thank you…” you trailed off. You were only met with Jisung bucking into you, making you whimper quietly as he pushed deep into your sensitive area.

You watched with timidness as Jisung chuckled. “That’s enough for today, hm?” You frowned at his words. “No.” He raised an eyebrow lazily. His lips slightly parted as you scooted down to his upper thighs, your hand grabbing his bulge, stroking experimentally.

“Baby… you don’t have to.” He huffed, licking his lips as he watched the movements of your hand, now slowly unbuttoning his pants. “But I wanna.” You muttered. You gulped as you pulled his member out from his boxers, unknowingly licking your lips as you observed how painfully hard he was, lightly twitching at your gentle touch.

“You were just gonna let this go?” You asked, fingers stroking up and down his shaft. “I mean… yeah?” He sighed. His hands clutching your thighs. The fuzziness subsided, the only headspace you found yourself in was pure lust.

Jisung’s gaze was dazed as you lowered, your mouth now hovering over his tip before you looked up in question. “Tell me what to do.” Jisung couldn’t help but smile. Despite you being determined, you were still like a baby deer. His hand stroked your cheek as he told you to open wide, guiding his length between your lips as he grunted at the feeling.

“God, just stay still for a sec, please.” His voice sounded strained, like he was holding back. He was. The combination of you kissing him like he was your oxygen, you expressing to him how bad you’ve been wanting him, from having you use him for pleasure had him aching for release. He didn’t wanna tell you, but he was so sensitive, not having touched himself in a while due to his mind being too focused on other life events.

You tried your hardest to listen, and stay still for him. But feeling his tip pulse on your tongue was borderline torture. You couldn’t help but have your tongue run on the underside of his tip, playing with the small vein that made him suck in a breath. His hand transferred to your hair as he got a good grip.

“Y/n,” he grumbled in warning. Opening his eyes to see your mouth stuffed full of him, the sight making it even harder for him to keep himself tamed. “Start sucking baby.” He whispered, sitting up on the headboard a bit to get a better view of you.

You hollowed out your cheeks, sucking and licking, using your hands to stroke his shaft; remembering how your friends drunkenly taught you how to give oral.

You were too focused to recognize how his grip on your strands tightened, his groans getting louder. The only time you unfocused was when he bucked into your mouth causing you to gag. “O-oh I’m sorry,” he moves your hair out the way, apologizing softly. Your mouth slides off of him, “Use me like how I used you.” Jisung gulped at your words, watching as you continued to stroke his length. What happened to that cute headspace from earlier? Well it’s gone now, he didn’t mind.

“I don’t wanna hurt you princess…” he whispered. “Please Ji… please? I can take it.” His eyes softened as you pleaded. Of course he’ll give you what you want, “God, you’re killing me. I didn’t know you’d be so needy, hm?” he smiles as you whine in embarrassment. “Okay, okay. Be still baby, I’ll be gentle.” Jisung said softly, guiding you back to his dick. He hissed as you engulfed him once again. “If you need a break tap me 3 times, do you understand?” you hummed in approval. Jisung tilted his head, almost like he was preparing himself, trying to give himself a pep talk not to go too hard on your precious throat.

He delivered a cautious thrust, observing how you reacted. His eyes widened as you took more of him down your throat. “Don’t push yourself.” He warned, of course, you ignored him, taking as much as you could of him.

Jisung felt as if he was fighting for his life here. He never thought he’d be able to see you like this. Wanting to please him, but also use him in a way that made you feel fulfilled.

Jisung soon realized that letting you do whatever you want at this moment was exactly how he should take care of you. You’re a big girl. You said it yourself, you can take it. Therefore, he started thrusting into your mouth. He still remained careful, not wanting to overwhelm you. But nevertheless, it felt amazing. Jisung threw his head back onto his pillow, his breath coming out in huffs as all he felt was your warmth sucking him in.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” His mutters went straight to your heat, making you whimper as you felt his member slide in and out of your mouth with ease. The noises emitting from your throat were lewd, and he loved every sound of it. Jisung’s thrusts got a bit rougher, and his moans got louder. You didn’t care that your mascara began to run, it was worth it. The view in front of you was worthy of touching yourself to the memory later. Seeing your best friend's chest rise and fall rapidly as whines and moans filled the air made, Jisung’s hair in his face as his eyes were screwed shut, sweat forming at his temples. This made the experience all the more rewarding.

Jisung gulped dryly as you swallowed around him. “Baby… I’m gonna cum, maybe y-you should g-get,” He could barely finish his sentences as he removed his grip from your hair. “If you don’t want it down your throat, g-get o-off.” Jisung stammered as he stopped thrusting, giving you leeway to get off of him. But you didn’t, instead, you took matters into your own hands. Sucking and stroking as you felt his member twitching on your tongue. “F- y/n…” Jisung gasped for air as he looked down at you, observing how focused you were on making him feel good.

He bit his lip, muttering a warning “Fuck, I’m cumming.” before he finally came, shooting into your mouth as you flinched slightly at the impact. Your friends lied, it tasted like nothing.

You continued to suck, milking him as his cum dribbled out of your mouth and back onto his member. You didn’t even know what overstimulation was but you seemed to be a master at it right now. Jisung’s head fell back as you continued sucking, your tongue tracing the underside of his tip as you wanted to catch every lick of him.

His legs trembled as he grabbed ahold of your hair again, trying to pull you off. “Th-that’s en-ough baby, please.” he pleaded as he slid your mouth off him.

You sat up, straddling his thighs, watching silently as he tried to catch his breath. His cheeks were bright red and his hair tousled from moving around on his pillows.

Jisung let out a scoff, “I thought you never did that before, y/n?” You bit your lip at the subtle compliment. “Even going as far as to overstimulate me. Did you have fun, beautiful?” He asked. You nodded, “Can we do it again?” Jisung chuckled. “Just… give me a second, maybe a couple of hours.”

If it meant making you feel taken care of, he’d do it all night.

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