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hansrose · 2 days ago
𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝! 🌹✨
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A/N - Hi, my loves! This is an nsfw/suggestive piece so I will advice to take caution whilst reading it. I also want to point out that this does not represent the actual members in any way so please keep that in mind. Minors do not interact with this piece, please! Now the important stuff is out the way, I got so shy writing this </3 But what’s new with me and nsfw posts? I hope you guys enjoy <3
Bang Chan: You were so utterly frustrating, and it wasn’t even your fault. The way you’d innocently call him pet names or scoot yourself so close to him that he could feel your sides pressed against his body. How your cheeks flushed an ever so delicate shade of pink whenever you were feeling shy or embarrassed- he could just eat you up. A lot of the time he would avoid such thoughts by being somewhat blunt with you; course, that did nothing at all. He noticed your puppy dog eyes and how your lip seemed to drop and simply couldn’t bring himself to treat you any less than a princess. Sometimes he might let himself off and wander his hands up and down your thigh. The way he could feel your muscles tense and how you squeezed your legs together… It drove him wild knowing you were needy.  He has a constant need to be protective and possessive towards you. You were daddy’s little angel. So obedient and desperate to have him by your side. So needy and desperate for his cock.
 Lee Know: You were like a fun little toy for him. Something about how you stuttered over your words and kept your gaze down whenever he said something remotely flirty. He’d had many sexual partners before, all of them great in their own little way. But you. What he liked so much about you was that there had been nobody to corrupt you before. You always went about your day so innocently and full of joy. Smiling at everyone and giggling at the little things. His fascination with you started when he saw you fresh out of the shower one day. How your hair was slicked back by water, how your skin was painted by a soft red glow, and how you held the towel so tight against your body he could see every curve. You looked good enough to fuck right there; but despite all that, you still had the familiar doe eyed expression that Minho thought was ever so pretty. When it came to you, he would drop everything just to show you how good someone could make you feel.
 Changbin: He wouldn’t even notice his filthy thoughts till the only thing that could make him cum was, well, you. He’d known you for a while and you had always presented yourself as the goody two shoes who could do no wrong. As time went on, your presence alone made Bin realise just how much of a corruption kink he has. Wearing a pleated skirt around him only triggered images of him bending you over with only that on alone. How sweet and adorable your little noises would be as you beg for more of his cock. You’d be so cute and obedient that the thought alone drives him insane. He’d ask for you to send more selfies so that he could cum all over your pretty face. Giving you the excuse of “I’m making a photo album of my friends!” Whenever you titled your head in question. You radiated pure puppy energy and there was nothing that Bin wanted more than to have you on a leash and riding his dick till you couldn’t possibly take it anymore.
 Hyunjin: Every little thing you say and do drives him completely insane. How you look up at him so cutely when having a normal conversation. How out of all the seats in a room you decide to sit on his lap. How you always call him before you go to bed because his voice brings you comfort. He wanted to spoil you in so many ways. It all started when you compared hand sizes with him and pointed out just how big Jinnie’s hand was compared to yours. Then there it was. The image of his cock filling you up and bulging in your stomach as you hid your pretty face from embarrassment. There was a constant need to touch and hold you. To praise you for the little things and watch as you responded with a sheepish smile. He was fucking obsessed. The thought of you on your knees and doing exactly what you were told had completely consumed his mind. On one hand, he wanted to protect you from all the bad in the world. On the other hand, he wanted to be the one who ruins you.
Jisung: He would be so embarrassed about his little fantasies of you. You’d be doing something cute, like scrunching your nose up at him, and all he’d be able to think of is his cum coating your adorable little face. Considering you’d been close for a while; you had stayed at his numerous amounts of times! Luckily for Sung, you had forgotten a pair of panties that were pastel pink and just… So pretty. The thought of you stood before him wearing nothing but that specific little pair just completely awoke something in him. That night he’d lay in bed and use your undies so that he could cum to the thought of you being his delicate little doll. Although good at hiding such things, Jisung would still find subtle ways to touch you. Pulling your hair to one side and softly running his fingers across your neck; watching the goosebumps raise on your skin brought a satisfied grin to his face. You were always going to be his sweet little friend! Just his sweet little friend that he wanted to fuck. Badly.
 Felix: Felix adored how innocent and sweet you were. He also adored the fact he had power over you. Somewhat similar to Minho, he wouldn’t try and hide his little way’s of making you flustered. Little things like saying “Good girl/boy.” Everytime you got a kill in a video game. The little gasps of shock you’d make only made his mind wander to what your precious little moans would sound like underneath him. Gaining your attention in a room full of people just so he could wink and catch you completely off guard; watching as you struggled to continue your conversation with friends. As lowkey as he’d be, Felix would be extremely protective over his little kitten. Shooting anyone who tried to corrupt you before him the filthiest look you could imagine. You were his property. His sweet little angel. His voice held power over you, and he would use that power at any point he got. Sitting you down on his lap and watching you unfold as he began telling you what his cock could do.
 Seungmin: No matter how hard he tried to dismiss such leud thoughts- he simply couldn’t get you off his mind. You were so fragile and delicate, and you needed protecting from the world. You also needed a good cock to show you just how good you could feel, and Seungmin was more than willing to oblige. As you clung onto him in crowds of people, frantically looking around with wide eyes, it occurred to Seungmin just how much he wanted to own you. Not just sexually either. To be the one you found comfort in during times of need. To be the one you called “daddy” as you plonk yourself down on his lap and grind helplessly against his thigh. He wanted to train you and breed you so that nobody else could have you but him. The thought of giving you a collar with his name on was perhaps his favourite thing. Wearing it so proudly and getting shy whenever someone took notice. God you were so fucking adorable. Seungmin had never wanted to have someone more than you.
 Jeongin: He was no stranger to having filthy thoughts about his friends. Normally he’d sleep with them and get it over with- but you were different. You weren’t like everyone else. You were always so kind and gentle and full of life. Perhaps that’s what kept him so drawn to you. On one hand, he wanted to completely ruin you with his cock. Watching as you squirmed with pleasure beneath him and how your sweet voice called his name. But on the other hand, he enjoyed the fact you were so innocent and not even he could have you. You felt like a goddess whose body he wanted so badly but was always just out of reach. How you interacted with everyone was so painfully adorable to him and yet all he could think of was how pretty you’d look with his cock fucking your throat. Since concluding that he was attracted to you, he had never come so much in his life. You, you pure little angel, had completely taken this demon by surprise. And he loved every filthy minute of it.
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hyuneluvbot · a day ago
skz react to y/n falling asleep on them
pairing- stray kids x reader
genre- fluff
warnings- none
word count- 2.2 k
author's note- the exam i was most scared for went well! i was also able to rest properly after i came home, i'm feeling better than i'd been feeling these past few weeks, so i decided to take the day off from studying and finish up some writing :D
anyways, i hope you enjoy reading as always! make sure you're taking good care of yourself y/n <3
[please note that none of the gifs used are mine, all credits go to the original posters! if the original poster wants me to take the gif down or tag them please let me know <3]
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-it was a lazy work night for the both of you.
-you had to write two research papers, and he was finishing up on some tracks, so he invited you to come to the studio to work with him.
-you had, obviously happily obliged, getting work done and being around chan? that's hard to say no to.
- a few hours pass and you slowly started to feel the exhaustion of the day getting to you, but because you still had work to get done you decided to take a short break.
-you just quietly made your way over to him and seated yourself on his lap, snuggling into him.
-he's used to you being randomly affectionate this way so he doesn't think much of it, letting you cuddle him.
-he's humming the beat or softly singing a few lines, the atmosphere is so calming; being surrounded by his warmth, his soothing voice, and the way he plants small kisses on the top of your head, it lulls you to sleep.
-he only notices you're sleeping when he asks you something and hears no response.
-he carefully pulls away a little to check what's going on, and the moment he sees you've fallen asleep, he's all heart eyes and shy smiles.
-"you must've been tired huh? i'll wake you up in a while," nods to himself before getting back to work.
-constantly makes sure you're comfortable and warm enough, rubs your shoulders and back a little.
-"sleep well sweetpea, i love you,"
-i cry over this man on a daily basis is this what my life is
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-you came home to find him on the couch talking to his mom on the phone.
-you had such a tiring day, all you want to do is cuddle him and fall asleep, but you know he doesn't get to catch up with her this way often, so you let him be, heading to the bathroom to freshen up instead.
-he's still on the phone when you come back, so you just wordlessly peck his nose then proceed to lay your head on his lap.
-you admire his features for a while, trying to fight off your sleep so you can talk to him for a bit before heading to bed, but your body seems to be going against your mind.
-his hand that's mindlessly caressing your stomach isn't helping either. soon enough you have no knowledge of your surroundings, and you're snuggling into his stomach, already asleep.
-the sensation tickles, and he almost opens his mouth to tell you to stop, but quickly shuts up when he sees your closed eyes and peaceful expression.
-his expression immediately softens, he looks like the 🥺 emoji :(
-for some reason he finds it so endearing you just fell asleep on him like that.
-he proceeds to talk to his mom for a few more minutes in a hushed tone to not disturb you, and when he's done with the call he just carefully holds you hand and kisses the back of it :((
-"so beautiful," tears in my eyes rn
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-you've both only recently started going out and are taking your time to open up to the other person.
-you're both also very busy, so you have very little time for actual dates. so sometimes, "dates" are going eating ramen at a convenience store and talking to each other about how you guys spent your week in your pajamas.
-after you're done eating the both of you decide to walk around for a while; eventually sitting down a bench and talking about anything that comes to mind.
-at one point, silence engulfs the both of you. its suddenly so quiet, and honestly neither of you mind, as long you have the company of the other.
-"so uh y/n, have i ever told you about- oh," he's startled when your body rests on his side.
-makes sure to hold onto you firmly but carefully, skinship isn't common between you just yet, it's usually only small hugs and long goodbye kisses, and he doesn't wanna make you feel uncomfortable.
-"it's not because i'm boring right? you were just tired, yeah that's all," pouts :(
-contemplates on how to wake you up and what to say when he does. he manages to somehow do it, almost deciding against it twice because he just wants to hold you close to him :((((((((
-but when you do wake up he shyly asks you if you wanted to spend the night at the dorms, and you guys could have a movie night and cuddle;;;; ofc you said yes :D
-i love him way too much for my own good *deep sigh*
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-you guys had been walking around all the day long, it was one of those days when you step out of the house, get some fresh air and spend time with each other.
-you grew tired from all the roaming around, your legs asking for a break, but you both just missed your bus, so you had to walk to another station for a change of route.
-you didn't even have to say a word, hyunjin knows your body language so well he could tell from a single glance you're pushing yourself too much.
-being the bestest boy that he is, he offers to carry you on his back to the station. while you tried to deny it because it would tire him out, he insisted, because "at this pace we're gonna get to the station tomorrow babe, do you even wanna go home,"
-you both manage to make it through half way when you start to feel extremely droopy, and no matter how much you try to fight your sleep, you eventually gave in.
-he feels your body relax more gradually, and he stops to try to figure out what you're doing.
-it's when he feels your soft breaths that he realises you'd fallen asleep.
-soft laughs.
-"you must've been very tired huh, should've just asked me to carry you before, you dummy," tightens his hold on you to make sure you're comfortable and secure, can't afford you falling off of him :/
-"what if i drop you here and run away?" jokes around as if you're listening.
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-you'd come over to visit him at the dorms, you both haven't been able to spend alot of time together recently. everyone had decided to order pizza and have a harry potter marathon.
-three movies and uncountable snacks later, everyone's contemplating whether or not they should play the fourth one.
-amidst all the chaos, you seat yourself between jisung's legs and lean your back against his chest as the both of you wrap up in a blanket and cuddle.
-you talk for a bit (and maybe sneak in a few kisses) before your boyfriend's also dragged into the ongoing debate.
-you're trying your best to pay attention to what everyone's saying, but you're so drowsy you keep zoning out; and eventually decide to just close your eyes for a few minutes.
-the "small few minute nap" ended up in you falling into a deep sleep.
-"hey hey everyone shush, y/n's sleeping," seungmin's the one who makes everyone quiet down.
-jisung gets so shy for some reason, maybe it's because everyone's right there and looking at the both of you, so he quickly pulls you closer to mask his tinted cheeks.
-"how tired were they to fall asleep in the middle of us shouting like that," they start whispering, feeling guilty about being so noisy.
-they agree to call it a night, and jisung carries you to his bed, tucking you in and holding you close.
-he kisses your forehead. "night y/n, dream of me," giggles.
-"ugh, romance," jeongin's voice is heard from the other side of the room.
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-your couldn't go out for the date you had planned because of bad weather, so you both ended up cuddling on the couch; your back to his chest as some random movie plays, which neither of you are paying attention to.
-you continue to share stories, one story leading to another, sharing laughs and kisses in the midst of it all.
-at one point he starts to tell you about a song he's been working on. he's talking you through the working process, how he got the initial idea, who helped him write the lyrics, and listing possibilities of how the final song might be.
-eventually he starts talking about how he's confused between these two verses, and he doesn't know which one to put in the final track.
-you ask him to sing both the verses for you so you can decide which one you think fits the song better.
-"listen very carefully hm? i've changed a few words here and there but they make the difference,"
-he starts singing the first few lines, and you might've just been listening a little too carefully, because his voice is lulling you to sleep.
-"what do you think? i feel like the second one's better," he looks down waiting for your opinion, only to find you sleeping.
-"y/n, did you like it that much?" he's trying his best to hold in his laugh. he brings his hand up to push away stray hairs from your face and then plants a kiss to the crown of your head, switching the tv off, and taking you to bed to rest properly.
-i'd like for him to sing me a song too where do i sign up?
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-you had the longest day ever.
-studying for exams while attending offline lectures is really taking it's toll on you. you haven't had the privilege of getting good sleep for the past week or so, only an average of 3-4 hours because you have so much material to get through.
-you come home and end up taking a small nap on the couch straight away, not even bothering to freshen up. seungmin wakes you up when he comes home, probably a few minutes after you'd fallen asleep.
-"you have to freshen up and eat dinner, you can head to bed after that," he's rubbing his thumb across your cheek as he leans down to your eye level.
-"let me help you hm?," tells you to go wait in the bathroom.
-he helps you wash your hair and take a shower, and you somehow manage to get out of the bath and get dressed with his help, then he starts to dry your hair.
-he's softly scratching your scalp and it's easing the tension resting there. none of you are speaking, just enjoying the other's presence.
-not even five minutes later your body starts leaning towards his, the back of your head meeting with his stomach as he stands by the edge of the bed where you're seated.
-when his eyes meet your sleeping face half of his heart is relieved you're getting the rest your body needs, but he's still worried, and rightfully so.
-carefully lays you down in bed and joins in, hugging you and rubbing your lower back, deciding to let you sleep for a few hours before he wakes you up for dinner.
-"you need to rest well, no exam is as important as your health," :(
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-you both had met up to study earlier in the day.
-you were having trouble with a lab report, and he was kind enough to offer you assistance. you'd been working in a café for the past few hours, and your report was finally over.
-in the end you managed to convince him to grab some dinner with you, you'd treat him, it was the very least you could do after his help today, he was so patient with you throughout.
-and maybe because you had a huge crush on him and you wanted to be around him longer :D
-when you boarded the bus he noticed you were shivering, so he wordlessly gave you his coat.
-"you're gonna get cold, you can take it back-" "i'll be fine y/n, i'm not cold," but you kept insisting so he decided to share it with you, it was big enough anyways.
-the ride was a little long, and you had quite a tiring day. jeongin's coat on top of you, his scent surrounding you, you were getting a little too comfortable for your own good.
-he was about to ask you something but just before he could, your head meets rest on his shoulder. his body goes stiff for a few moments before he finally relaxes, noticing you're asleep.
-he ends up wrapping his arm around your front to keep you secure in place while you sleep, and the added warmth makes you snuggle closer to him unconsciously, also sending his heart accelerating.
-"y/n, i don't think what i feel for you is just a silly little crush anymore," softly whispers :(((
-eventually lays his head on top of yours and snuggles back into you.
-user hyunelovebot is found a crying mess on the floor.
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hyuukais · a day ago
Blame it on the Snow
First the snow wakes you up, but then it gives you reason to get back in bed.
Word Count: 408
Genre: Minho x reader, fluff
Warning: they smooch a little but it isn’t really suggestive
Author: december has arrived and i have so many ideas for cute holiday fics, now if i could only write them
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White paints the world outside. Flakes swirl across the canvas sky. They float down from the clouds, dancing in the breeze, before sinking into the icy ground cover. The snowstorm rolls over the city, with the morning dragging in behind it. Fractions of the snowy, sunrise glow spill past the bedroom’s drawn curtains. Somehow little gaps angled just right to allow tiny beams to puncture your sleeping eyelids. Cracking open your eyes past the lingering drowsiness of sleep, the presence of the low light tells you it’s far too early to be awake. A groan slips its way through your lips. Before you can turn around to flop back into the mattress, a glimpse of small flakes drifting outside catches your eye. The comforter falls from your legs as you make your way to the window. Frigid air and glass greet you along with the winter wonderland outside.
“Whoa.” It came out involuntarily, stunned by the majestic world of white.
A grunt from behind grabs your attention.
“What are you doing?” Minho sits up to look at you. His hair is skewed sideways against his forehead, eyes squinting.
“Min, it’s snowing.”
“Well, that means it’s cold, so come back and warm me up.” He spreads his arms out, inviting you to come cuddle him. Grabby hands poke out from under the sheets. A pout spreads across his cheeks as you chuckle at the clinginess he exudes. You’ve barely even made it back to the bed when he reaches for your waist and pulls you down onto him. Immediately, his arms find purchase wrapped around your torso to keep it pressed against him and his head tucked in the dip of your neck. You sweep back the curtain of hair covering his eyes, pressing a peck to his hairline.
“See? This is definitely nicer.” He hummed, “So warm.” Kisses littered the expanse of your neck, to your jaw, to your cheek, finally working up to land on your lips. The kiss is slow and soft. It erases your mind of the snowy morning wake-up call and eases sleep back in. In combination with the faint touch of Minho’s hands running up and down your back, lethargy settles into your limbs. He’s the first to pull away, a sluggish smile tugging at his lips. His eyes stayed closed as he’s ready to fall asleep again.
“Never wake me before 10:00 again.”
“Don’t blame me. Blame it on the snow.”
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dreamescapeswriting · 2 days ago
25 Days Of Christmas ~ Day 4 ~ LMH
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PAIRING: Minho xGN!Reader
GENRE: Fluffy, christmas drabble, prompt, christmas lover reader,
Song Suggestion for the day: The winters tale - BTOB
Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - December 2021
Check out the masterlist HERE
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For as long as Minho could remember he hadn't really been the biggest fan of Christmas. It wasn't as though he had something against the Holiday but he hadn't been into it, the Christmas Spirit was never really with him. While everyone around him seemed to get overly excited about the Holiday he just saw it as any other day except with presents and one large meal people seemed to eat even if they thought that they would burst.
People would call him a scrouge but it wasn't as though he hated the time of year, he loved the colder weather and darker mornings and nights. It was just that one day he didn't get as thrilled about. You on the other hand seemed to be the complete opposite of your boyfriend. You'd been excited since the first of November, begging to put the decorations up around your shared apartment until your boyfriend finally gave into you. Ever since then you'd been non-stop playing Christmas music and movies and it was getting a little tiring for Minho. Not that he would ever admit that to you. The boy would never want to do something that would upset you but after hearing the same four Christmas songs in a row or the same movie every night he was exhausted.
"Minho, I made Christmas cookies with Lix." You called out as the front door to your apartment opened, shutting a little harshly behind Minho who walked straight into the bedroom.
"Babe?" You called out wondering what he was doing, usually, he would come in and hug you. Telling you all about his day so you knew instantly that there was something wrong. So you wanted to do something to make it up to him. Getting up from the sofa you rushed into the kitchen to grab some of the cookies you'd been making to take them to him.
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Tapping on the door softly you waited for him to say something before you would walk right in. There was no use annoying him any more than he already was, you knew how to calm your boyfriend down. When Minho gave you a grunt of a "come in" you slowly pushed the door open to see him laying on the bed, back to you.
"What's up?" You questioned sitting behind him on the bed, the faint sound of Christmas music coming from the other room, the latest album you were blasting out making Minho feel worse for the way he was feeling. 
"Nothing," He whispered trying his best to sound as convincing as possible, sighing a little as he felt you shifting on the bed. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin the happy mood that you seemed to be in at Christmas. If Christmas made you this happy he was going to suck up everything he hated about the Holiday and deal with it, your happiness was everything to him.
"Liar," You whispered back, wrapping your arms around him from behind and cuddling into him. Minho felt his body melt into yours as you spooned him, running your fingers through his hair trying to get him to open up to you.
The two of you would usually tell one another everything but how could he tell you something he knew would most likely upset you? Something he knew you loved so much was annoying him and he was supposed to tell you?
"Is it the music?" You suddenly questioned kissing his shoulder softly and he nodded a little. Felix had told you he was surprised that Minho had agreed to all of the decorations, admitting that his hyung had never really been the biggest fan. Something you felt guilty for not having known sooner or you never would have done this.
"Lix said you weren't the biggest Christmas fan, you could have told me." You told him as he began rolling over in your arms so that you could be face to face with one another. A weak smile played on the corners of his lips as he reached up to cup your face in his hands, shaking his head. 
"Not when I can see how happy all of it makes you," He admitted but you shook your head this time, he couldn't put your happiness before his own.
"But it makes you unhappy." You spoke a little sadly, mad at yourself for not seeing this sooner but you'd been so excited you'd barely noticed anything.
"No, I just don't get overly into Christmas...You're slowly changing my mind." He chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose as you felt your entire body heating up. It was true, Minho could slowly feel himself heating up into the Christmas spirit whenever he was around you.
"I can chill out on the music but I refuse to take down the decorations." You faked being stubborn as you folded your arms over your chest and stared at Minho who was already shaking his head at you and laughing. Placing another kiss on the tip of your nose,
"I would never dream of telling you to get rid of techno Santa Claus." He joked referring to the Santa Claus toy that you had sitting at the entrance of your apartment. Every time someone would walk by it the small toy would start playing "Santa Claus is Coming To Town" but a techno remix that you and Chan had somehow managed to create together.
"Hey, don't bully Techno Santa, he's a cool guy." You laughed as he held you tightly against his chest, shaking his head at you as he kissed the top of your head.
"Keep everything, please? I love seeing how happy you get dancing around the apartment to the songs." He kissed your ear softly and you shivered, nodding your head. 
"I still promise to chill out a little, starting by turning off this album." You promised him attempting to get up but Minho already had a tight grip on you, keeping you pressed against him.
"I want to cuddle a little while longer and then we can go and eat some cookies." He whispered as you nodded your head, relaxing against him as he brushed his hands up and down your back softly.
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starrylinowrites · 20 hours ago
Are you taking timestamp requests too? If yes, can you please write smut for some time early in the morning? With Jisung? Any context, just let it be kind of possesive? Or jealous? Idk I hope I make sense.
Thank you!
5:10 am | low necks | han jisung
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gif credit to owners
pairing- fem reader x han
genre- smut, hickeys, mentions of sex, suggestive, kissing? nothing too detailed
summary- your coworker at work was a little too attracted to you. almost as if he ignored that you had a boyfriend. jisung felt the need to correct that. at 5 in the morning.
requested- yes
"ji-" you let out a moan in protest yet jisung showed no signs of stopping. if anything, his tongue worked even quicker as he held you in place.
his soft hair ticked your jaw and neck as his tongue and teeth worked their magic on your chest. his hand came up to your breast, squeezing it a little as he moved further down and sucked on it.
"jisung" you whined, whimpering as he kneaded your breast. you tired to move, or get any sort of relief from his pleasurable torture yet he held you in place with a strong hold. the animalistic desire to mark you had taken over his mind today.
"stop moving." he groaned against your collarbone and his husky tone just turned you on more, making you clench your thighs together.
"ji, i have work in half an hour, i told you no marks." you complained and let out a light scream as he bit down a little too hard, pulling a little with his teeth and your eyes rolled back in pleasure. "ah-" his warm tongue slipped out, soothing over the purple bruises blossoming like a beautiful bouquet across your neck.
"i think you're forgetting the purpose of this" jisung stopped his administrations, leaning back for a second.
you took that one second of relief to look at his handsome face. his expressive eyes that looked like they were devouring you alive, his full lips, red and moist from all the kissing and biting. he licked his lower lip, narrowing his eyes as he looked at your whimpering self. "so pretty, my angel." he murmured, tracing his finger on your marks. he leaned up and kissed you, capturing your lips in a heated embrace and leaned back, hands cradling your face.
"look at you, looking so knocked out when all i have done is given you a few hickeys." his dark eyes traced over his handiwork and he smirked. "look at you just begging for me to fuck you." he rasped, trailing his hand lower and bringing your face closer.
"now that lee minho will know to keep his eyes away from you." he kissed you one more time, softer and slower this time. "dont you dare wear a turtleneck. i want that colleague of yours to see that you are mine." giving your neck a swift peck, he patted your cheek and leaned back.
he let your hands free, moving away from you with a smile on his face that made you question reality. how could he do sinful things like a devil yet smile like the purest angel in seconds?
"jisung." you grumbled, obviously pressed about the fact that he'd foreplayed you at 5 in the morning and not fucked you.
he chuckled. the man had the audacity to chuckle. "you have work in half an hour. show off these beauties today at work and i promise i'll fuck you senseless once you're back." he mumbled, pecking your lips once last time before getting off the bed.
you wore a v neck to work that day, and lee minho most definitely kept his distance.
oh and jisung kept his promise.
a/n- part two anybody?
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seosracha · a day ago
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ㅡits just a mistake ! | xl. not fighting anymore
warnings: cursing
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a/n: decided to put the written bit in the next chapter since its being a pain in the ass to write rn😑 also i feel like this story is going to come to an end soon:(((
taglist: @soobin-chois @kawennote09 @murderyoursoul @hyunslvr @hey-i-really-miss-you @hhjkji @c0nvers3h1gh @emysorry @vienther @97-bangchan @skzstaysstuff @haniehae @ninjaleeknow @freckledquokka @mochisnlix @haesungie @yourlix @rindomo @aestheticbanguniverse @eastleighsblog
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kim-seung-mo · a day ago
the "what is love" hcs were so cute and wholesome 💕💕 saw ur hc list and wanted to request 5 or 14 if that's fine with you
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ℂ𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘
♩ g/n reader, fluff, slight angst if you squint, crying? everyone being soft 〒▽〒
♩♩ word count: 990
♩♩♩ A/N: tysm!! really didn't think my first request would come in on day 4 but here we go!! and yes anonnie that's fine with me ;) wip list here
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You felt tired and dizzy when you got home, not wanting to do anything.
Collapsing on the couch, you sighed.
Tears unconsciously flowed from the corners of your eyes.
You didn't cry often, but today was just differernt.
Chan, who heard the door open, came out of your shared bedroom. He froze for a moment when he saw your tear-stained face.
Knowing you wll, he didn't say anything.
He doesn't know what happened, but still came to your side.
He sat down slowly, took you in his arms and pressed your head on his shoulder.
You didn't need to explain, you didn't need to speak.
He would just hold you, rocking you back and forth, like he would coax a child.
When you stopped crying, he would ruffle your hair and leave a kiss on your forehead.
Confused trio #1
It was during promotions, he was busy with their comeback and you were busy at work, you haven't seen each other for what felt like years.
When you finally got to see him, you got so emotional you started crying, letting out all the stress you've been carrying.
You never did this, not in front of him at least.
So this is was most likely the first time he saw you cry.
"Shouldn't you be smiling? Why are you crying?" he'd say while letting out a soft chuckle.
"I just miss you so much..."
Everything was fine until you said that, hearing those words made his heart wrench.
He would feel a bit lost, not knowing what to do at first.
He would try and hug you, bringing his hand to your back, soothing it.
Unexpectedly gentle.
He couldn't stand to see you cry, no matter what the reason was.
Would try his best to act funny in front of you, in hopes that this would bring a smile to your face.
Doing aegyo, talking in strange high-pitched voices, pinching your cheeks.
"No, I'm not stopping until you smile for me."
In reality, it was because if you kept crying for even just one more second, he'd be crying too.
You obviously looked the best when you're smiling.
Gently hold your hand and sway it side to side, he'd lean close to your ear.
"Hey, I wrote a new song today, wanna listen?"
This would probably be his last resort though, only using it when nothing else worked.
Because hey, what problem can't be solved with music?
Confused tio #2
Another one who would laugh and asks what's wrong with you.
Would crouch down and look up at your face to see if you were pranking him.
Panics when realizing you were actually crying.
"Baby...please don't cry......"
"I'm fine Jinnie... just leave me alone......"
No, never.
Would pull you up to dance with him, rocking you from side to side.
"Tell me everything."
He'd reach out and wipes the tears from your eyes.
Would lean down to kiss the tip of your nose.
Lost trio #3
Doesn't even know how to ask you what was wrong.
Should he be talking? Or should he just shut up?
Would raise his hand but does't know if he should be touching you or not.
Would open his mouth but doesn't know what to say or should he even say anything.
He's a rapper, but he would be at a loss of words.
You were the one that had to initiate something, gently grabbing his shirt, asking him to hug you.
Everything goes smoothly after that.
His hand would be on your waist, yours wrapped around his neck.
"Fool, Hannie is a fool."
"Yes, that's right, I'm a fool... I'm anything as long as you stop crying."
Started tearing up the moment he saw your tears.
Would end up crying louder than you.
Couldn't breathe, would be coughing and choking on air, begging you to hold him.
Throws himself on top of you, backing up together to the nearest couch or bed.
Would barry his face in the socket of your neck, hands grabbing the fabric on your back.
"Felix...don't cry......"
"But, but you were crying...... I, I can't stand you crying."
You'd be comforting him by the end.
"Fine, fine...I won't cry anymore, ok?"
" tell me what's going on so we can work it out together."
Started crying again listening to you.
Although he was the second youngest member, he'd be more mature than most of his hyungs.
Would sit by your side and hold your hand, fingers interlocked.
Would patiently wait until you were done, then he would ask what happened.
"Can you tell me what happened? Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to."
Would look you in the eye, carefully listening.
Would help you analyze your problems and come up with solutions.
"Feel better?"
"Yes...thank you, Minnie......"
"For what? It's my job as your boyfriend to help you out."
You would be wiping your tears away, commenting on how he sounded like a proud puppy.
He would blush at that.
"Who did it?"
Seeing your tears made baby bread go into protective mode.
But you'd just take him by the hand and tell him that it was your problem.
Hearing that, his eyes, originally full of anger, gentled up with sorrow.
He would hold you in his arms, press you ear to his chest and make you listen to his heartbeat to calm you down.
Rhythmically patting your back and saying comforting words.
When you stopped crying, he'd take you back to your bedroom and lay you down on the bed, giving you a massage.
" don't have to......."
"No, I want to do it for you Noona. I want you to know how much you mean to me and how much I hate seeing your tears."
He even took off the next day so he could take care of you.
He really does care about you.
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sevlgi · 2 days ago
requested: yes (months ago smh)
group: stray kids
pairing: felix x fem!reader
genre: fluff
contents: established relationship, meeting the fam™, shy!reader, canonverse, felix is the perfect boyfriend what the fuck
warnings: none
synopsis: Felix just wants you to meet his family, and for once, you don’t feel that nervous about it.
a/n: is this entire month gonna be holiday fics? ... maybe
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When Felix trips on the staircase leading up to your floor yet again, nose frozen by the bitter cold and fingers shaking where they’re stuffed into his shallow pockets, he decides that he’s going to buy you a different apartment and request that you move, sincerely for his own sanity and safety.
It’s ungodly that an apartment building in Seoul has outdoor hallways, he decides as he fumbles with the spare key you gave him. It’s winter, and every time Felix says he’s coming over, you have to remind him to bundle up for the ten minutes he spends navigating to your apartment.
Of course, he forgets, and he’s stuck outside in a sweatshirt that’s losing its battle with the cold.
You probably hear his key rattling in the door, and open the door for your boyfriend before he dies of frostbite. You smile incredulously at the sight of him. “I thought I told you to wear a scarf.”
“I forgot,” Felix complains. He breathes out a sigh of relief as he enters the living room, comfortably warm and smelling like the candles you’ve stationed around the place. Glancing back, he realizes that you’re still in sweatpants-- admittedly cute, but not exactly what he’d imagine for a holiday dinner. “Oh, do you need more time?”
“Uh... I was hoping we could just stay here,” you admit, closing the door on the draft.
The Australian boy frowns, having already burrowed himself into the cushy couch. You crack a slight smile. “Why? Are you feeling bad? We can reschedule... I did say that these outdoor hallways are bad for your health,” he sighs, just a little fussy.
“No, no, I’m fine. I’m just... I don’t feel up to meeting them.”
Felix’s mouth falls open in a small “o”, and he puts his phone away, originally pulled up to their group chat. “Y/N-ah, I’m sure they’re going to love you. I tell them so much about you that they practically know you already. Who’re you concerned about? I’m going to make sure you know how excited they are.”
He looks so determined that you manage to let out a quiet laugh, moving closer so that you can hug him. “It’s not about them. It’s just me,” you whisper.
“Okay. What about you?”
You shrug. “Nothing in specific. I just feel like they won’t like me, even if you think they will. What if you’re wrong?”
“Then I’ll beat some sense into them.” Felix raises his fist, but reconsiders his statement, sighing, “Actually, I could never beat Chan hyung. Or Minho hyung, or Changbin hyung. Seungmin and Jeongin could probably rock my shit if they wanted to.”
“I love the exclusion of Jisung and Hyunjin,” you laugh.
Your boyfriend shrugs. “Jisung has punched me on accident. It didn’t hurt.”
“I’ll be sure to ask him about that.”
In answer, Felix turns slightly so that your nose is just an inch away from his cheek. You can see his freckles and his eyelashes in perfect detail as his eyes crinkle in a smile. He asks excitedly, “So you’ve decided to go?”
“Yeah. I think I can do it,” you answer softly, “but you can’t hold me accountable if I back out.”
“Never,” Felix announces, bolting to his feet. “Do you want me to do anything? Help pick out an outfit?”
You wave your hand in the air, getting up as well. “No, I’m prepared. Just needed you to talk me into it.”
Lix flashes you thumbs up and his trademark brilliant smile. “Always!”
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“I told you not to buy the spicy one!”
Yelling even travels through the door of the dorm, and Felix laughs awkwardly as the two of you approach it. “I guess grocery shopping didn’t go well,” he grins, and reaches for his key.
“Get it yourself then,” Seungmin’s calm voice says, although a bit of affront makes its way into his tone.
A bang. “Cook it yourself!” Minho threatens. Felix can imagine him waving a spatula in the air, making stabbing motions in the air as Hyunjin’s high-pitched laugh makes its way through.
Just then, the door clicks open, and Felix gestures for you to enter. You slip your shoes off when you spot the racks of barely-organized sneakers next to the door; no one has noticed your arrival, their voices only getting louder. You do recognize their voices from the backgrounds of your boyfriend’s video calls, and you only needed a bit of simple googling to learn their faces. (The advantages of them being literal celebrities, you suppose.)
“Hwang Hyunjin, you come back here! That was too much salt, and you know it!” Following the screech, a tall dark-haired guy skids into the hallway in front of you, eyes scrunching up with the force of his laugh as he ducks under a flying towel. 
Chan follows, slinging another towel onto Hyunjin’s head before he notices the two of you just standing there. “Oh, Felix!” he says in English, thick accent coming through.
“Hi,” you say weakly, and Hyunjin returns your tiny wave.
“Uh. Come in, I guess,” Chan laughs, cheeks reddening as he tugs Hyunjin into the kitchen by the elbow. “Guys! They’re here!”
The five members clustered in the kitchen collectively raise their heads; Seungmin almost drops the knife he holds and Minho accidentally hits his head on a cupboard. Jeongin and Jisung give you big smiles, accompanied by Changbin’s enthusiastic “Y/N!”
“I will beat you if you guys don’t be nice,” Felix announces, probably too proudly for what he says. You smack him on the head with the beanie you hold, and Jisung cheers. “Introductions, please!”
Before you can protest that you don’t really need them (partially from your compulsive Googling and partially from Felix’s endless anecdotes), Chan sticks his hand out at you. “I’m Chan. Glad you’re here,” he smiles.
Changbin runs his hands under the tap, probably to get rid of the gochujang smeared on them, and beams, “Changbin. I’m Felix’s favorite.”
All the introductions basically go the same way, with a short statement of their name and a weak smile from you. By the time you get to Jeongin, who squints at you as if he doesn’t believe you’re standing there, Minho is already pouring the food out onto a huge plate, making sure to spray droplets of spicy sauce onto Hyunjin. “Let’s eat,” Minho says loudly.
“I promise we’re not usually this chaotic,” Felix says softly, squeezing your hand. He brushes a kiss onto your cheek, a habit of his that always serves to make you feel better. “Are you overwhelmed?”
“A little bit. But in a good way,” you assure him. He smiles.
It’s so obvious how much he loves his members that you can’t help but love them too, even if you’ve barely spoken a word since you step foot through the door. You know Felix will take you home whenever you ask, but as you watch them squabble over where you’re going to sit, you feel like you don’t want to go home, ever.
“He’s lying, by the way. We’re always this chaotic,” Jisung grins, taking your other hand and yanking you towards the table. “Now come on. It’s Christmas!”
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lotus-dly · 3 days ago
mistletoe kiss
pairing: lee minho x reader
genre: winter elements, christmas party antics, friends to lovers, unrequited love (if you blink), slight angst, jealousy
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“I dare you to kiss someone under the mistletoe.”
Your heart fell as you heard the dare directed towards Minho. Your eyes fell to the carpet as you felt his body stiffen slightly next to you.
You felt the familiar sting behind your eyes at the sound of Minho’s nervous laugh. 
‘There’s no way he would pick you.’
Before you would have to succumb to the embarrassment of not being the one that your best friend chose, you quietly slipped away from your group of friends, muttering something about having to go to the bathroom. You thought no one would notice your absence as they continued to tease Minho about who he would pick. However, as you left the room you were unaware of the concern swimming in Minho’s gaze as he watched you leave the room. 
You didn’t want to watch him kiss someone else, someone that wasn’t you. 
Ever since Jisung had suggested playing truth or dare you knew it wasn’t going to end well. All of your friends knew about the feelings that you have harbored for your best friend for some time now. It hurt you a little knowing that Jisung had even given him that dare in the first place. Mostly because you knew he wouldn’t pick you.
‘He’d never pick you.’ 
The plan was to wait out the rest of the game or even the party in the bathroom and to make up some excuse that you weren’t feeling well. Whether it be the alcohol or the abundance of Felix’s cookies that you had scarfed down earlier that night, either way you had to come up with something. 
But what you heard before you left the room had you stopping in your tracks.
“Hurry up dude, just go kiss her already.”
Your feet moved and within seconds you found yourself outside.
Your tears fell softly in tandem with the snow around you as you left the apartment. The cool wind enveloped body as you made your way down the stairs and away from the apartment complex, trying desperately not to think about the person Minho was potentially kissing at the moment.
You had left in such a haste that you had forgotten your jacket resting over the arm of the couch, silently cursing yourself for not grabbing it. However, nothing not even the cold could distract you from the familiar ache that settled in your chest once more. 
Your arms wrapped slightly around yourself as an unsuspecting gust of wind brushed against your already shivering frame, trying to bring some form of earth to your body. Maybe you could just find a cafe nearby for the time being?
However, the distant call of your name had you stopping in your tracks, eyes hesitantly glancing back at the figure approaching you. The sound of heavy thumping against the concrete ceased as Minho came to a stop in front of you. His cheeks and nose red from the cold as his chest rose and fell harshly from running. Your eyes glanced down, heart clenching slightly in your chest at the sight of your coat tucked against his side. 
His eyes widened slightly at the sight of you. He moved quickly to wrap your jacket around you, carefully making sure it was zipped up before stepping slightly away from you to bring his hands up to your face. Minho’s skin was warm against your cheeks as he gently wiped the remains of your fallen tears away. 
“Talk to me,” as he urged, gently pulling your body towards his until you were tucked against his frame.
You shook your head slightly, as you gaze flickered to the snow covered pavement and away from his soft brown eyes. 
He sighed as he gently grasped your chin, tilting your head to look at him. 
“I’m sorry if you were uncomfortable.”
“You don’t have to--.”
“I wanted it to be you,” he confessed, shyly looking away from you. 
Your eyes widened slightly at the confession. 
“M-Me,” you stuttered out.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“Yes,” he breathed.
You blinked slowly up at him as you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He was actually going to kiss you?
“You were going to kiss me?”
His nose wrinkled slightly as a playful glint appeared in his eyes, “Well I wasn’t going to kiss any of the guys.”
You giggled softly as you leaned forward nuzzling softly against his jaw. 
“No but you could have kissed anyone else there,” you whispered. 
“Why would I do that when I want you,” he spoke softly, a hint of fondness lacing his words. 
You felt you cheeks heat. A moment of silence passed between the two of you. The only sounds being heard is that of your own heart beating out of your chest against the silence of the cold winter night. You felt Minho’s hand squeeze your arm softly.
“Look up,” he whispered.
You pulled away from his warmth, a small gasp slipping from your lips as your eyes came in contact with the plant he held above you.
“If it’s alright, I would like to kiss you under the mistletoe now,” he teased. 
You laughed softly at him before wrapping your arms around his neck, heart thumping loudly against your chest. 
“Then kiss me.”
part 2 of SKZ Winter Wonderland Series
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star-lemonade · a day ago
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Pairing: Stray Kids Felix x Reader
Rating: R
Word count: 2.3 k
Genre: angsty, smut
Warnings: smut, angst, body image issue, very soft dom!reader, pet names (sweetie, baby), praise
Synopsis: Your boyfriend Felix' roommate Chan calls you because Felix had been eating less and acting weird while you had been too busy to spend time with him. So you go to their apartment to talk to him.
A/N: This is written ambiguously so it can be idolvers or not.
Mirror was a request by anon <3
Release date: soon
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kanaiii · 2 days ago
City of the Sky ⇀ 04
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pairing: ateez x stray kids x fem!reader genre: battle angel!au: dystopian, cyberpunk | action, scifi, romance, adult content, bounty hunters!ateez & stray kids word count: 5.3k rating: mature series warnings: language, substance use, violence, blood, character death, general weaponry (guns, knives, explosives, etc), sexual content.
summary: In the year 2533, humans and ‘post-humans’ live together in the trash heap city of Kuzutetsu — born of scrap and tragedy as the waste of the luxurious city above — Zalem, rains down into a mountainous pile down below.
For most, the dream of finding a way to Zalem an accepted impossibility, but for few, an attainable prospect — and by any means necessary.
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sexual content warnings: very vanilla, unprotected, creampie.
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"Have you heard of a black market bounty?"
The question isn't particularly out of left field, given that there be an obvious reason behind why it is that the entire lot of you be gathered into the large common room of your shared living space, but it being asked so plainly — calmly, even, in some strange way makes the hair on the back of your neck stand just that might straighter as a result.
it's as if Jisung notices as he gently hooks his pinky finger into your own from just beside you — a comforting gesture despite your eyes never meeting in the moment.
Silence sweeping across the room for a moment until Wooyoung takes hold of it himself — a man with a big mouth from what you've gathered in your short time together, and as a result, and aggressive sense of overachievement running through his veins otherwise unstoppable that crops its head up just in times like these.
"I've only heard things through word of mouth, never been on one myself," he begins carefully, thoughtfully glancing up and towards the roof as if any answers further lie up there. "But basically, they're almost always S class bounties, and extremely dangerous."
Mingi nodding from nearly across the room — seated in his own, large chair at just one of many desks for himself across the numerous rooms of the building — this one be lined with paper work and folders containing even more of it: patient related documents, agreements, and research alike mixing together to form a white coating across the dark brown wood of the furniture below it.
Legs crossed, he pulls them apart to sit more comfortably after hearing the words from his new colleague.
"Right, effectively that is the case, yes."
"The main difference," now it's Chan that pipes up from a slightly different location in the room — seated closer to the lot of you but on the floor instead and with his laptop open and in front of him as if barely partaking in the discussion at all. Looking up, he glances around the room at all of you present with a half smile, as if to be proud of the knowledge already presented regardless of how little it may actually be. "They're always very bizarre bounties, typically we get a good amount of information to pass along to Hunter-Warriors that we work with, but in these cases, there's always almost nothing. No information on permanent whereabouts, specialty, or the reasoning for their criminality."
"So, it's a cover up."
When everyones attention turns to you upon the words leaving your mouth, it's jarring — per the fact that you hadn't expected what you had said to be all that surprising, rather, the most obvious likely outcome of such a scenario — it's the concerned faces shared among so many of your colleagues, that has you perplexed, instead.
Not Seonghwa, though.
"Why do you think that?" Jeongin asks from next to Chan on the floor, but even before you're able to answer the question, you here a slow and heavy inhale from someone that truthfully, you wish not to hear it from. Someone who has always got something to say, and so rarely worth hearing.
"She's right, it's the obvious conclusion."
Wait, what?
It's a reaction better kept to your thoughts, but you figure the splash across your features evidence enough if anyone had been attentive enough to see it. Seonghwa agreeing with you about something, truthfully, you never thought that you'd see the day, and now that it's here, to say that you had been wildly ill-prepared would be an understatement.
It almost makes you angry.
"We don't have any proof of it, obviously, there are government channels that not even Chan can get himself access to, but," the tall man with the black hair tied back begins again as he shifts in a seat so large that it dwarfs even him. "Considering that bounty hunting is all above-board, government-funded and abled, there's certainly something fishy about sending out bounties with such little information, and that seem so evidently tampered with by inside officials. There's no reason we shouldn't have access to that sort of simple information."
"So, what are you thinking, then?" Felix this time, voice so deep it's nearly startling the first few times you hear it come from the otherwise dainty man.
"I mean," Seonghwa starts with hesitation, glancing towards Chan and Mingi both in their respective, authoritative seats comparatively to the rest of you before carrying on with the thought in mind. "Do you want the conspiracy theory version?"
"Is that your version?" You somewhat playfully quip back at the man with an ever so gentle upturn of the corner of your lip. As if to say 'no hard feelings' in some ways, even in spite of the fact that there very much be hard feelings present.
The man takes it well, though, and much to your surprise with his tongue poking hard into the side of his cheek as if almost enjoying the banter between the two of you. "Yes, suppose that it is."
"Well, share with the class then."
"Look, we're under no illusion that the government actually have any real interest in the goings on down here, right? My guess is that it's a government job to get a good number of us taken out so things don't get a little bit too nice down here."
"Anything sound familiar, Doc?" Jisung chimes out still from your side, an address that takes Mingi by surprise — so jarred by the question coming towards his direction that he nearly loses balance and falls back into the chair he had been comfortably leaning a bit too far back into.
Awkward laugh as he situates himself much more professionally before his desk now, he shakes his head gently. "No, no, but I didn't work for the government, either, just a doctor—"
Then a pause, followed by eyes shifting downwards as if the mere thought of being any such relation to Zalem brings him shame: You can't pinpoint it, be it his exiled status, or perhaps precisely what Jisung had told you the other night in this very same room that appears to live heavy in Mingi's heart, but you wonder if it matter all the same.
The shame of having come from a life that everyone else in the room now willing to die to achieve.
"—Besides, been a long time since I've been up there by now."
He tries to laugh it off in the tail end, but you think you know far more of the truthful feelings behind the words than the man himself would ever care to have you.
"Well, nevertheless," Chan begins with fingers fast at work on the keyboard in front of him. "We've been discussing it and we think it best that the teams go as whole units for a job like this, rather than split."
"Isn't that too many bodies in action?" Seonghwa is the first to question, not that you had been far behind in intent.
"It's a lot, yes, and not ideal, but with the circumstances so unknown we can't really chance only sending out two or three of you for a job like this. For all we know, it could be more than one bounty we're walking into, ourselves."
"So, why should we even take it? Why risk it? We don't have to accept every bounty just because we come across it on availability." You question, Jisung's pinky finger still snug within yours, but as the moments carry on, you can't help but feel the grasp of a single digit tightening against your own.
"It's less about carrying out the bounty and more about collecting information," Mingi then chimes in. "With all intents and purposes, it probably is best that you all avoid attempting to carry it out to completion, at least, the first few times."
Huffing out a laugh and now unable to hold back your distaste at the situation, you turn to glance at nothing before coming back to face the man that in other scenarios you adore so endlessly.
But not today.
"You realize that we're all doing this as a job, right? We're not out here wasting out time to collect information. This is our lives, and every time we go out there we're risking them, no matter how many of us or what the bounty is, and now we're being sent out without intention of even collecting?"
"I'm not doing it."
For a moment, you actually anticipate the words to be coming from Seonghwa, given his willingness earlier to speak up on your behalf, but as your eyes fall on the man seated diagonally from you and without a word spoken on the matter, your mind finally catches up on the ways in which the voice be much pitchier and lighter than the stealth agents — as well as coming from right beside you.
Turning to grant him your full attention — strands of messy, light brown hair tossed just above his eyes that lie specifically pointed to the floor just in front of him, you can see the way that he chew on the skin of his bottom lip as he wait for a response on his unwillingness to participate, but upon receiving none, instead carry on with the thought.
"I'm not doing it, this is a waste of time and effort. No one in this room is ever getting to Zalem with the bounties split like this."
Not something so openly talked about, especially with the shrouding of uncertainty around the concept: The ability to pay ones way to Zalem permanently. A scrapyard pipe dream, but for so many, the only thing that get them through each day. The only thing that has them hanging on at all.
Save enough money, buy yourself a new life.
"Ji, it's not real, everyone knows it's not real."
"San, don't."
"Well, it's ridiculous!" The man who only know speaks up continues on. "If the entire reason he's not willing to go along with the mission is because of this insane dream of eventually buying his way up there, then it's pointless!"
Listening to the men carry on between each other, you can't help but think to yourself how pointless it really, truly is — because deep down, you know that going to Zalem isn't Jisung's dream at all.
It's yours.
Biting your tongue, you feel your partners hand slip further into your own — more fingers lacing together for a tighter hold onto you as your new comrade goes on and on about the ins and outs of the impossibility of ever getting out of Kuzutetsu.
The inevitability of dying by the scrapyard.
"If this is how it's going to be," Jisung finally forces his voice back into the conversation for a moment, cutting the other man off more than halfway through a thought and very much in hope of never allowing him to finish it.
"Then I quit."
A loud snort coming from across the room, heavy, humored exhale through the nose — and now you know quite well who it be without the visual confirmation of such, because who else could it be?
Childish grin splayed across his mouth, the only way you can think to describe the visual of it as Seonghwa leans forward and presses his elbows into his knees — as if taunting the entire premise of leaving the group, but even more than that, taunting his ex-comrade himself.
"And what are you going to do instead, Ji? Become a bartender? A mechanic, maybe?"
The irony truly only being known between the two of you — the teasing of a man about something that he genuinely have no feelings towards one way or another — but rather, feigning the fact in an effort to protect you.
It's a rare instance that Jisung simply takes the high road, and opts out of the engagement entirely.
"I said my piece," he reiterates with a step towards the door that leads into the corridor of their living arrangements. "It's the right thing to do, yes? If I find myself unhappy with the direction of the group, then I take my leave, correct?"
The question is directed towards Mingi — this time all too engaged in the happenings just before him, and if you had to guess, feeling a little bit like a father about to lose a son. The man, however, does the only thing that he can do in the moment, which is nod gently in affirmation as Jisung does the same — turning heel and heading out of the room just as quickly as the bomb dropped.
You can't help but think that the whirlwind of goings on feel just a bit like that, anyways — whiplashed and entirely taken aback at the suddenness of your friends proclamation.
So much so that you can't help but speculate just how sudden it really is.
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"Knock knock."
Door already ajar just ever so slightly as you arrive to the tall, steel bedroom door belonging to your best friend and partner, you're confident enough in the fact that you'll be met with positivity to begin ever so gently pushing the door open with a single, flat, open palm against the cool material. Heart beating hard against your chest and throat dry, you're taken aback by this particular feeling — a feeling of not knowing, and more than that, not understanding.
As the mans voice rings out and through his bedroom inviting you inside, once you lay eyes on him, the lump in your throat already threatening to choke you out entirely stiffens ten fold — the sight of Jisung already beginning the work of packing up his things — three large, empty duffel bags strewn about the light blue cement as he continues digging through a dresser for shirts and other such fabric belongings, shuffling the items into one bag just next to his feet.
You figure it to be purposeful the way he seemingly avoids making eye contact with you directly.
"Can we talk?"
Turning just slightly towards you, Jisung nods, giving you the go-ahead to shut the door behind you and with little noise made. It feels like a secret meeting that the two of you shouldn't be having — on account of the hows and whys of it all — it's not often that either of you so openly disagree with a decision made by Mingi, and even more so with such dramatic fallout. The truth was that despite Jisung being such a relatively new part of your life, in ways, the thought of no longer having him next to you terrified you. More than any bounty, and more than any future possibility otherwise.
"Gonna try to talk me into staying?"
You want to say yes — no, you want to scream it.
After all, what is a life here in this trash heap of a city without him.
Codependency springs to mind in an instant, only to be shaken off just as quickly.
"No," you respond at first, voice already somewhat hoarse but ignoring it for the sake of the conversation at hand as you set yourself down at the edge of his bed and next to his growing bag of belongings. "I don't know. Would that be wrong of me?"
Chuckling, the man closes one empty drawer only to open the one just below it before responding to the question. "You can be wrong sometimes, that's okay."
It's affirming, but not all that comforting.
"Can I ask you something? Just as friends?"
He nods, briefly making eye contact with you for the first time since you enter the room as he leans over to set something inside of the carrier.
"What is it that you really want to do? Like—"
"—Why was it so easy to come to the decision to leave?" He interjects suddenly and much to your surprise, on account of the fact that he takes the words straight out of your own mouth. You nod slowly.
It's at that moment that Jisung finally stops his melodic motions, stepping away from a wide open, dark brown dresser to come around to your side and seat himself at the edge of his bed next to you. Reaching a hand over to you — palm splayed open and inviting your own to meet it, you take it without much of a second thought, the man pulling the both of your fists further into his own lap and placing his other hand over them before beginning his thought.
"It's kind of funny," he begins as he stares forward and into the nothingness of the dark grey wall on the other side of the room. "Everyone is trying to get to Zalem, but for whatever reason, that's never been for me. Never been my dream."
It's news to you, in a way. Deep down, you suppose you've always suspected as such, given it never be much of a topic of conversation for the man. For everyone else in Kuzutetsu, and especially among Hunter-Warriors, it's the end all, be all of doing the job. Not living a better, more comfortable life in the scrapyard, but rather, getting out of it entirely.
To hear it said out loud, however, another matter entirely you find.
"I don't think I've ever told you this, about my family — anything about them, I suppose — my parents own a farm in the outskirts, probably a good three or four hours out from here. It's a small city that has few inhabitants but they're basically self-sufficient out there, they sort of live like the old days, I guess. Not so bogged down by technology and what have you."
"No wonder you come off like such a country kid." You tease, leaning into his shoulder with your own.
Smiling, Jisung carries on with his words. "I don't have any misconceptions about what my future holds for me as a Post Human now. I know that Mingi did what he could with what he had in the moment, but no one feels the effects of it more than I do everyday — when I lose the ability to walk, and I do mean when — I'd like to be comfortable, you know? Maybe just...At home, with my family and the people I love and not necessarily feeling like such a burden to those around me."
"Or worse yet—" You mention under your breath. He nods in agreement.
"Right, or worse. In the field. It's a nightmare for me to consider, ya know? You having to drag my body out of there, or worse than that, getting you killed along with me."
Swallowing down the lump in your throat becoming harder and harder with every second that the conversation carry on, you squeeze his hand, still nestled into the center of his lap.
"Anyway," he sighs, livening up the tone of the conversation briefly. "That's a long, drawn out way of saying that this is sort of something I've been thinking about for a while — I didn't want to say anything to you until I had made up my mind, maybe decided on a good time to go, but today sort of presented itself in a particular way that I hadn't anticipated, so—"
"The perfect out." You sigh.
Turning his head to look at you finally and with a thin-lipped smile, he nods once. "Yeah, exactly."
Allowing yourself some time to absorb the thoughts, feelings and words associated, it's far more difficult than you anticipated. In spite of understanding, and even agreeing with his reasoning behind his decision, it's still a tough pill to swallow all the same.
Saying goodbye.
"You won't be disappointed in me?"
The words startle you out of your own silent thoughts on the matter, eyes widening as your gaze washes over his features; a hopefully sad look, laced with a longing for sympathy from you. The need to be told that what he wishes for is okay.
"Ji," you sigh, using his grasp on your hand as leverage to pull him over and against you for a tight, loving hug. "Why would I be disappointed?"
Nose nestled into the crook of your neck, Jisung's arms delicately wrapping around the middle of your torso as the both of you share the moment together, you can so easily hear the way his voice breaks ever so slightly as he begins speaking again — now, directly into your ear with a near whisper of tone.
"I said I would help you get to Zalem, feels selfish to abandon you long before you get there. I was supposed to see you off, remember?"
He swallows hard at the end of the sentence, no doubt attempting to choke down the same lump you've been wrestling with in your own throat.
Pulling the both of you apart abruptly, you bring both of your hands to his cheeks, pressing your forehead to his tenderly as you look into his eyes — a distinct glistening sighted that he quickly attempts to blink away with the sudden realization of being so seen by you right then and there.
"I could never be disappointed in you. I want you to go. I want you to live well, and I'll do the same when I get up there."
"Promise?" He says playfully. "Promise you'll get up there after everything?"
A thoughtful exchange even in it's emptiness. You have no way of assuring such a thing, especially not with the truth of ever being able to get to the floating city so shrouded in mystery — rather, it's an emotional offering of understanding from your partner and between the two of you — to live well in your different roads to doing so.
And then — in a split second decision, you lean into him to close the distance between both of your mouths.
Hesitation heavily laden in Jisung's body at the sudden physicality of the scenario, you take it upon yourself to pull him fuller against you just as he finally allows himself to settle into the kiss. Head cocking to the side just enough and lips parting to push your tongue against the warm, wet skin of his plush, lower lip, your heart skips a beat at the breathy whine that escapes the mans mouth only to be immediately swallowed up by your own — so fervent and needy all of a sudden that you nearly find yourself unrecognizable — leaning backwards and scooting up the length of the bed and pulling your partner down right along with you.
Quickly, you sit back up only enough to bring your t-shirt up and over your head, tossed elsewhere into the bedroom and of little concern to you — Jisung watching you carefully all the while as you lie back down and dig fingers into the front of his shirt to bring him down atop you.
"Wait," he huffs out and into your mouth just as your hands reach down and to his belt. "Okay, wait—"
It's evident in the moment his reluctance to truly acknowledge it with words — pulling away only just enough to glance back towards the door of his bedroom. "Anyone could walk in any time."
It feels a little bit like a rejection without outright being one.
"I don't care, who's going to come in?" You whisper into his mouth just as you finally break free the rest of his belt.
Jisung swallows hard, so hard that you can hear the dryness in his throat.
"I just—" he hesitates again, held up and over you with palms splayed against the mattress on either side of you. "—I don't want you to like...regret anything, you know?"
Pulling him back down, you invite him to kiss you again, only for him to repeat the protest with an earnest glimmer in his eye.
"I won't stay."
It's information that you already know, and perhaps in ways need not to be reminded. The truth of the matter being that sex not be on the table as some sort of manipulation or bargaining chip to get him to stay with you.
You want him to stay, and right now, in this very moment, you want him. As far as you're aware of — to the best of your conscious understanding of yourself and your feelings — the two are not mutually exclusive.
Murky waters all the same — the concepts of platonic and romantic love — and how easily the lines between them can be blurred in an instant.
"I know."
You can only figure that Jisung comes to accept him having done his due diligence as he finally meets your enthusiasm into the kiss and simultaneously reaching a hand down between your legs to press his palm into the space there. It's a rather late acknowledgment of how out of order everything has been leading up to this point, and somewhat as a result of his reluctance — no doubt having been expecting you to drop out of any hasty decision making by now — but instead met with the same excitement as the first kiss, his motions are fast and sloppy in ways as he pulls up and away from your body to slip fingers into the sides of your shorts and swiftly jerk them — along with your panties — down your legs and onto the floor before coming back up to meet your mouth with his own all over again.
"Uh," he starts again in between the making out that you would like to be doing. "Don't really have a lot of time."
"I know, Ji—"
Translation: Foreplay is sort of a luxury we can't really afford right now, sorry about that.
"Just making sure, don't want you to think I'm like—"
"Please shut up and fuck me."
"Okay, okay! Demanding woman!"
The both of you giggling against each others lips at the awkward commentary of such an engagement, you bring your arms up and around his neck as you feel him shuffle his pants down his hips just enough to expose himself, settling between your legs and shifting his weight off to one forearm to bring a hand down to your now exposed core. One finger running up your slit to test your wetness — or lack thereof, given the haste of things — he brings the hand back up to his own mouth just long enough to offer some saliva as help, bringing the hand back down and against your opening before slowly pushing a single digit inside of you.
Pulling it back again, Jisung brings the arm up to redistribute his weight against your body, one hand gently tangling into your hair as it lie so perfectly in reach of him as he begins his slow, gentle drive inside of you.
A familiar burn — lack of proper prep, no time, and an adequate stretch as the man fills you out easily before stalling with his hips pressed flush against your own. You sigh out and into his mouth at the feeling of being so full — one hand coming up to card through light colored hair as the two of you meet eyes.
"Good?" He sighs questioningly, still in an attempt to come to some sort of understanding of what it is, exactly, that's transpiring in the moment.
Nodding, the man dips his head down to kiss you again as he pulls from you — another slow but deep drive following it that finally has you reeling just a bit from the friction of it — the vague sound of a moan catching in your otherwise parched throat as he follows up with another to settle himself into a comfortable pace against you.
Head dipping down further to kiss and nip at the skin along your jaw and neck, one labored and airy groan finally escaping from the man himself as he opens his mouth to speak — it comes out as a full-on whisper against the shell of your ear: "Tell me what to do, how can I make you cum?"
You think in the split second that simply asking might just do the trick.
Realistically though, you know that he's asking because it won't be long for himself, and he'd most likely send himself off humiliated for having a one time romp in the sheets and not even getting you off as a parting gift.
Between the drives of his length into you, you manage to huff out the bare minimum of instructions in hopes that they make any sort of sense to the man. "A-angle—" you whine, pressing your hips up and off of the mattress ever so slightly, but shockingly, Jisung finds himself to be quick on the uptake as he reaches over for an extra pillow at the head of his bed and sitting back into a kneeling position long enough to lift you and force the cushion underneath you.
The next push of his cock is heavenly.
As evidenced by your reaction — a loud 'fuck' only stifled by the way it gets caught in your throat and choked on as your eyes screw shut at the sensation — the only visual just before be the man between your legs watching you intently for exactly that.
Quickening his pace ever so slightly, and most likely in an attempt to chase both of your orgasms, you reach up for him again, fingernails curling into the fabric of his shirt to pull him tightly against your torso as he fucks you hard — harder than you would have anticipated, though you suppose fucking him at all hadn't ever really been on the agenda prior to tonight, anyway.
With your orgasm fast approaching, you find your brain riddled with so many complex thoughts that need not be accounted for now: The ways in which this can and most likely will change the relationship between the two of you being the second-most prominent.
And the first being just how much it doesn't matter either way going forward.
"I'm close," he whispers against the skin of your jaw. "Please cum with me."
You had been close as well, regardless, but the added request certainly doesn't hurt — in fact, it has your high rushing to catch up to you light a freight train. Nails digging so hard against him that he must feel it in his flesh as the muscles in your thighs and lower abdomen tighten upon your impending release, you barely manage to get another word out to inform the man — not that it's not evident, and that he isn't well enough aware from the way you tighten around his girth. "J-Jisung, I'm g-gonna—"
"Me too," another whisper into the hot, damp flesh of your neck now as the thickness of his cock drags more deliberately against you with every thrust — pointed, and with purpose even in spite of being on the brink of his own release. "I love you."
You don't even think twice before saying it back to him.
With the both of you groaning simultaneously through your releases; Jisung buried deep inside of you as he paints your walls with his cum and your body squeezing down on him as he does so — now it's the man in question who is the first to initiate the kiss, lazily dragging his lips up from the crook of your neck and to your mouth for what you can only assume will be the last time that either of you share this sort of intimacy with one another ever again.
And as you watch Jisung wave to the lot of you as he departs for his own journey — one tailored specifically for him, and not at the mercy of living for you and yours — you ponder the significance of single moments in time, or perhaps, the short-lived stories and experiences with the people that shape us along the way to our own forever.
Articulated sometimes in ways that we never had planned for: born of a lack of the words to say, and emotions that we could never, truly describe with them anyway.
That love is bigger than us, and that there is strength in letting go.
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writing-skz · 2 days ago
Chapter 17: <3 | Isn't it Delicate?
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synopsis: after three years of no contact, when you get paired with lee minho for a course project you get to build back the friendship you both had left behind. It would have been perfectly fine if the reunion hadn't brought out your suppressed feelings for the boy you had bottled in years ago, but of course when is life ever that simple?
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thekpopcloud · 2 days ago
masterchef (or not…)
requested by anon // requests are open!
han jisung x reader
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Han Jisung could do a lot of things, that was common knowledge. One thing, however, that he couldn’t do was cook.
But that wasn’t going to stop him from trying.
He’d seen how stressed you’d been over the past few days, deadlines weighing down on your shoulders. So he wanted to do something nice and surprise you with a nice home cooked food.
In hindsight that seems like a good idea, but now he was seriously regretting it.
The kitchen was a mess of dirty bowls, cutlery and spilled ingredients.
He had somehow gotten flour in his hair, at least he thought it was flour, at this point it was hard to tell what was what.
On top of all that, he’d gotten distracted and forgot about the food cooking in the oven, nearly jumping out of his skin when the smoke detector started screaming.
That lead him to where he stood now, stood in front of the counter staring down at the burnt pan of food dejectedly.
“That could’ve gone better…” He sighed, running a hand through his already tousled hair. Things couldn’t go any worse.
But they did anyway.
As he started to formulate a plan in his head, a way to clean, bin the burnt food and order proper food before you got home, the front door clicked and swung open.
“I’m back” You called out tiredly, “Ji?”
Wide eyed and panicked, he glanced between the food and doorway. Maybe he could toss it all to one side and keep you from going into the kitchen.
But the universe was not on his side today. At all.
“Jisung? You in here?” You walked into the doorway, bag still hanging over one shoulder, hair messy from running your hands through it all day.
At the sight of the state of both the kitchen and your boyfriend, you froze. “What happened in here?”
“I-“ He hesitated, taking a last glance at the distaste around him before sighing, “I was trying to cook”
A tired, sympathetic smile pulled at your lips as you took another look around the mess. "What for? You know you're terrible at cooking- you've admitted to it"
He turned around, leaning back against the counter. "I wanted to make you something nice for dinner" He told you, "You've been so stressed lately I thought it would be nice. I overestimated my abilities"
Your face softened, a bright smile replacing the tired one. "Aww, Ji-"
The last bit of his name was muffled by the fabric of his jumper as you walked over and pulled him into a tight hug, burying your face into his chest.
He wrapped his arms over your shoulder, burying his face into your hair.
The two of you stood there for a moment, silently swaying in the middle of the cluttered kitchen.
After a minute you pulled back, staring up at your boyfriend. "You didn't have to do this, bubba"
Jisung shook his head, "I wanted to, you deserve something nice after working so hard"
"I would've been fine with ordering food and watching a movie with you. You didn't have to do all this"
Pulling back from the hug, leaving your hands resting on his waist, you looked around the room and sighed.
"How about we clean this up, order something to eat and relax? Sound like a plan?"
Jisung smiled, "Yeah, good plan"
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Song For You - Chapter 1
a/n - reminder to ignore timestamps otherwise the story will be confusing ! i’m going to try to update everyday from here on out if i have the time! hope you enjoy.
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dreamescapeswriting · a day ago
25 Days Of Christmas ~ Day 5
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PAIRING: Hyunjin xGN!Reader
GENRE: Fluffy, christmas drabble, prompt, Christmas family party, friends to lovers, first kiss
Song Suggestion for the day: One more sleep - Leona Lewis
Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - December 2021
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Christmas was that one time of year was everyone was happy and cheerful around one another. There were endless parties that you had to attend to, always dressing your best and acting as though you were happy to be there. Even if you weren't. 
Sometimes the parties could be good and sometimes they would be bad but this year they were the worst. Your cousin had recently got engaged and because she was younger than you it, of course, bought on the unneeded conversation of when you were going to get married. The constant questioning of why you were still single or the small patronising comments that would be made in your direction.
Which was why this year was going to be different. This year you had compiled a plan to make sure everyone would leave you alone, telling you how "sorry" they were that you didn't have someone to spend the holidays with. 
Hyunjin. Hyunjin was your plan and you were his. Not only was it your family that constantly harrassed you into asking why you weren't dating but Hyunjin's family did the same thing to him. If dating was what all of them wanted for you both then you were going to give it to them, fake of course.
“You remember the plan?” You questioned nervously as you and Hyunjin stood together in the kitchen of your family home. Watching everyone as they greeted one another with hugs and kisses, exchanging small bags of gifts while you watched anxiously. Waiting for time to hurry up and pass by so that you had been there long enough to be seen but not long enough to be bored of the party.
“We leave at 9, I tell people I have a small headache and when we’re about to leave and they ask why-”
“Your headache turned into a migraine and I’m going to help you home.” You finished for him, clinking your glasses together as he chuckled softly. It wasn’t as awkward as he first thought this was going to be. The two of you had been best friends for years so it wasn’t as though he had to go through the awkward meeting of family members, the two of you just blended in and could fade into the party.
Not like at his parent’s party where you were the main focus. The two best friends suddenly turned into a happy couple. It was like being put onto the stand in front of a judge and jury when you were with his parents, each family member taking it in turns to question you and Hyunjin on your relationship. Luckily the two of you seemed to have a psychic link as you got every question right with one another. 
“How long have you been together? It feels like just yesterday you were fighting over the sandbox,” Your grandmother whined as she joined you and Hyunjin in the kitchen. She’d just seen your mother who had explained why Hyunjin was there in the first place. Exchanging a smile with Hyunjin he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your waist as you turned to face your grandmother. You’d be a fool if you ignored the butterflies that you flutter around your body each time Hyunjin touched you like this but it was wrong to feel that way. Hyunjin had been a good friend of yours for years and you didn’t want to ruin it.
“A couple of months, I just decided I couldn’t keep lying to Y/n or myself,” Hyunjin explained as you looked up at him, doing your best not to frown. This wasn’t the story he had told at his parent's house but you went along with it. Nodding and smiling like the happy partner role you were supposed to be playing.
“You’ve been in love with Y/n for so long, we all wondered when you were going to tell them,” You stared at your grandmother as she smiled, taking your hands in hers and giving them a small squeeze.
“You don’t let go of him, I know you were worried about telling him how you feel but now it’s all out so it doesn’t matter.” Your heart dropped as she said that right in front of him. Your grandmother had been the person you told about your first crush, your first crush of course being Hyunjin.
Neither of you said anything to your grandmother after that, you just watched as she grabbed herself some eggnog and walked out of the Kitchen.
"You've been in love with me?" You questioned, your tone coming off a little jokey as you turned to look up at Hyunjin. Your whole body felt as though it was on fire at the thought of him liking you back all of this time but neither of you doing anything about it.
"You were worried to tell me how you felt." He said back in the joking tone you had given to him. Smirking at him you shook your head as you both started to laugh softly at one another.
"Unbelievable." You whispered as Hyunjin inched himself closer to you, putting his hand onto the waistband of your jeans to pull your body into his. Looking down at you he moved his hand up to your cheek slowly, rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone as you moved into his touch. Staring up at him with a giant smile on your face as you both moved closer to one another. 
"Kiss me," You whined as your lips were almost touching, a smirk grew on his face.
"Magic words?" He questioned teasingly as he brushed his lips against yours, but you didn't waste time. Pushing your hands into his hair you pulled him closer until your lips were against one another. Melting into him as you hummed softly against his mouth, Hyunjin's arms wrapping around your waist as he pressed you as close to him as he could get you.
It felt as though fireworks were exploding around you as you lifted one of your legs up from the ground, whimpering as little as you heard people laughing and giggling.
"God, anyone would think it's their first time kissing one another." Your brother laughed from the doorway making your whole body heat up as you stared at Hyunjin.
"Wanna ditch and go on a real date?" He whispered to you with a smile on his face making you nod. Rushing out of the kitchen and away from everyone that had gathered around to watch the two of you making out.
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freckledwinterfalls · a day ago
lifeguard on duty!!
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"You want a drink? Soobin bought these last week" Hyunjin asked, showing some pink glass bottles to you. He looked at the label himself trying to figure out what it was exactly.
"If it comes from Soobin, than I'd rather decline" you said and his face displayed a confused look.
"What exactly does that mean?" he question, raising an eyebrow.
It was a hard thing to remember, that you no longer shared memories, and everyday for these past two months was spent afar from each other.
"It's nothing" you shake your head, and send him a sweet smile from the black velvet couch.
"I don't like the feeling of not knowing, what you've been up to"
You couldn't really recall the time when things between you and Hyunjin shifted. There wasn't a grand moment of realization, but more of a longing desire to kiss him and show him the love you've been hiding so long.
"What are you thinking about?" he questioned, sitting down next to your body, dangerously close.
You could feel the heat radiate from his figure.
He gave you a boyish smile "Me?" he was confident in his answer.
"What makes you think so?" you questioned, although he was right.
His face was graced with the dim lighting of the setting sun peeking through his blinds. Everything about him was perfect and you wondered how could one ever get so lucky.
"The way you look at me" he answered, smiling.
"You got me there" you giggled, and ruffled his soft black hair.
He acted offended and moved towards your freshly washed hair. Instead of softly repeating your action, he messed it all up, creating a huge ball of hair on your head.
"Thats unfair" you said and slapped his arm.
"Life is unfair" he clapped back and laughed at you "I just wanted to talk to you. About everything" he started and his expression changed from a sweet smile into a glance of seriousness.
The tension built a wall between the two of you, as neither of you spoke. It felt like an endless wait for someone to finally let the painful words flow out.
"Im sorry" he says after waiting longer than anticipated, and took your hand in his "I was being such an asshole and I still can't fully resolve the reason why. When Chan told me he liked you, I resulted to the most selfish thing and decided to help you" he made air quotes with his free hand.
"It didn't help neither of us and that's what I'm sure of" his voice shyly whispers.
"Why did you do it?" you ask toying with his ring.
His hands were pale and shaking. You squeezed it, assuring him everything is alright. You weren't mad at him anymore. The whole act of hating his guts, was a way to cope with your broken heart.
"Cause I liked you" he said simply looking at the starry sky behind you.
It felt weird to hear it from him. So short yet it made your heart ache in the right way.
"I didn't want you to date Chan so I purposely introduced Nayeon to him. I purposely led you into the delusion he didn't like you, when in reality he did, probably more than you did. He loves Nayeon noona, but believe me those feelings for you still linger inside of him" he exposed the bitter truth and it was so hard to take in.
He became so vulnerable in your arms and said way more than he prepared.
"And when Yeonjun came into our lives I found it the easy escape cause I know you won't be happy with me. I'm a fucking liar Y/n" he continued.
You had no words. It felt like the whole world was falling right onto you.
"Then you found Johnny, and I saw the way he was with you. So kind and delicate. The both of you clicked so fast and I knew my cause was long gone"
"Hyunjin, please don't say that" you said and grabbed his other hand. He couldn't even look at you.
"I left cause I thought you'd be better off with him" he said a salty tear slipping down his pale cheeks.
"Hyunjin you know that's not true" you whisper "Don't shut me out, please don't leave me again"
"I don't want to, I never did Y/n" he looks at you and that was the moment your concern was replaced with sadness.
He looked horrible, the truth being the hardest thing he let go of this month. His eyes were glossy with tears, face pale and nose red.
"Hyune, we can get past this I promise" you said and he broke down once again.
He couldn't stop crying, cause hearing such sweet words from you never felt like a reality in his mind. After everything he did.
"I don't want to stop you from being happy, and all i've done was make your life worst" he squeezed your hand tighter.
His cheeks were puddled with the weight of all of those strong emotions he was trying so desperately to hold onto.
He cried and you did too. Hyunjin never expected this moment to come.
What you'd never know is Hyunjin didn't appear by accident at that party. He was invited. Not by the birthday boy himself, but someone so close to your heart it felt unreal. Johnny invited him the moment you ushered away to slip out from any conversation with him.
"Y/n I swear I'll never leave again" he said and looked up at you.
He hugged your small figure tight to his body, playing with your hair.
When your sniffles became increasingly louder it hits him,-whats it's like to be the arms that someone else falls to pieces in.
"Stay the night"
but i still want you
a/n: updating twice today (i think) since this is really short!
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kim-seung-mo · 12 hours ago
oh my god i’m obsesseddd with all the headcanon ideas you have!! fr if i could request all of them i would. but for now can i request the one about them having a nightmare about you? it’s such a unique idea and i’m a sucker for angst LMAO
𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦
♩ g/n reader, angst I guess, lots of crying, but then some of them are just fluff?? hurt and comfort, mentions of blood (in a dream) and dying (also in a dream), sickness (cancer in particular, ofc, also also in a dream), and pining?
♩♩ word count: 3.6k (yeah ik i got carried away)
♩♩♩ A/N: all the ones i put on the list are ones i really wanna do and tbh i make you guys choose so i don't have to myself hhhh ANYWAYS yes, a fellow sucker for angst (~ ̄▽ ̄)~(this was wayyyy longer than I expected, so some of these r kind of bad asfheudshc ran out of ideas for nightmares) wip list here
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Chan: (He's your husband)
After a long day in the studio, Chan drags himself back to your shared apartment.
There was no one to be seen, not even the lights were on, which was odd.
Were you not back yet? No, it was almost three o 'clock. How could you not be back yet?
Were you in the shower? Or were you already asleep?
Puzzled, Chan headed for the bedroom.
That was when he found a pool of blood on the floor.
He felt his heart stop beating as he rushed into the bedroom.
No, no, no, you were nowhere to be found.
The blood on the floor looked like it has been dragged all the way to the bathroom.
He slowly walked towards the bathroom.
The door was ajar and the lights were on.
Shaking, Chan reached out and pushed open the bathroom door.
He saw you on the ground, lifeless.
"Y/n? y/n... Don't scare me baby......"
Chan gently picked you up, but you were as light as a feather.
Chan put his ear to your chest and held his breath.
There was no heartbeat.
"No...don't... this is not true...... Y/n! Y/N!!!!!"
"Chan? Baby, what's wrong? Channie baby wake up..."
You shook his shoulders, trying to wake him up.
It was four in the morning, you were woken up, frightened by your husband's uneven breathing.
You thought something has gone wrong. As you turn around, you see that his eyes were shut was sweating pretty bad.
It wasn't health-related, thank god. Clearly he had a nightmare.
He was calling your name, which meant something probably happened to you.
Chan opened his eyes suddenly, turning his head to look at you, quickly scanning you up and down.
"'re okay? You were, you were covered in blood, you weren't breathing, or, or moving, and your heart wasn't even-"
"Channie, Channie honey, it was just a dream."
Chan's heart was still beating fast, though he was relieved to see that you were all right.
Finally realizing what was happening, he began to feel embarrassed.
"I told you not to watch horror movies before bed didn't I?"
He covered his face with red ears and dared not look at you.
He was reluctant to admit that he had nightmares just from watching a horror movie.
You sighed, gently patting his back.
"All right, all right, come on, let me be the big spoon tonight."
Minho: (He's your boyfriend)
He was eliminated. He couldn't debut with his brothers anymore.
He couldn't fulfill his dream.
He couldn't dance on the stage.
You're gonna be disappointed in him.
He reached out, trying to grab you.
But you took a step back.
"I've always believed in you..."
"I thought you could do it."
"Lee Minho, I'm disappointed in you."
Your eyes were cold and devoid of emotion.
You weren't like you at all.
He knew you wouldn't talk like that, you wouldn't give up on him, you wouldn't.
You were the one who held him, you were the one who gave him hope, you were the one who believed in him more than anyone in the whole world.
This wasn't what happened, and he knew.
But his heart still hurt when he saw your face, when he heard you saying "I'm disappointed in you."
"Don't... Don't lose hope in me......"
"It's too late, Minho."
You turn around, and it seemed like you were going somewhere he couldn't reach.
Waking from his dream, Minho sweated.
It was a dream. Of course it was a dream.
He sighed, feeling the other side of the bed.
You weren't there.
"Yes baby? What's the matter? Why did you shout so loud?"
He was about to start questioning everything when you opened the door.
With a spatula in your hand, it was obvious that you came rushing from the kitchen.
"I'm fine...just wanted to call you."
You looked at him, frowned, and walked over.
"Baby, you're sweating a lot...and are those tears? Where you crying?"
That's when Minho noticed tears running from the corners of his eyes.
You leaned over and touch his cheek, still worried.
"'s nothing really, just a bad dream."
Not wanting to see you worried, he took your wrist and told you the truth.
"Aww baby...that's okay. I'm here for you no matter what."
Yeah, that was what you said to him.
"Go wash your face. Dinner will be served soon."
Changbin: (He's your boyfriend)
"I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I don't think my life is complete without you... Baby, will you marry me?"
Changbin got down on one knee and looked at you with the tenderest eyes, the ring he held in his hand shining.
You covered your mouth.
The corners of his mouth rise, waiting for your reply.
"Changbin, I thought we were just messing around......"
That was not the answer he had expected.
"Y... Y/N?"
"I'm sorry... I can't marry you......"
His heart seemed to have stopped beating.
Then he opened his eyes.
Sweating profusely, he gasped for air.
You weren't there.
Where were you? Was that a dream? Or was that...
Changbin felt in his pocket. The ring was still there, contained in its velvet box.
"Baby? Are you there?"
You came out of the bathroom as you turned off the lights, wiping your hair with a towel.
"What's the matter Binnie? Why are you awake? Are you hungry?"
He was slightly relieved to hear that.
So it was really just a bad dream.
"Baby, can I ask you something?"
You stood still, carefully watching his facial expression. He wasn't acting like himself.
You walked over and sat down next to him, putting the towel aside as you held his hand.
"Sure, what did you want to ask?"
Changbin closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking up, into your eyes.
"We're not just...messing around, are we? I mean, this relationship, we're serious right? We're not just-"
"Of course not Binnie, what makes you think that? Has anything happened?"
You cut him off before he could finish his sentence, not wanting to hear the rest of it.
Changbin took your hand and placed it over his heart.
Now he was completely relieved.
"What if, what if I said I wanted to be with you forever?"
Your eyes are wide open.
"Changbin, are you......"
Changbin got out of bed, kneeling in front of you and pulled out the velvet ring box he's been carrying for over a month from his pocket.
"I was going to ask you in a more formal setting, but I've been...scared. In case you weren't ready, in case you'd refuse me."
"But I love you so much that I want you to be mine now."
"Y/N, my love, will you marry me?"
No flowers, no party, no beautiful night sky or anything like that. There was nothing but the two of you.
Only him and his heart full of love for you.
Tears welled up in your eyes.
"Of course Binnie, I'd love to."
Hyunjin: (He has a crush on you)
He liked you. He liked you so much he was going crazy.
From the moment he saw you, the feelings began to germinate.
In the time spent with you, the feelings called "love" only increased exponentially, and now it has reached the point of no return.
But you were always like a puzzle that couldn't be solved.
How did you really see him?
In your eyes, was he a brother? A friend? Or, slightly more......
Today, he finally found the courage to talk to you, to make things clear.
But you refused him.
"I'm sorry...Jinnie, I don't think that way about you......"
Your cold eyes, not a ripple in your eyes... everything about you seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.
Darkness enveloped him, as if he was the only one left in the world.
Immediately afterward, he woke up.
It was thundering.
Hyunjin clutched his legs to his chest.
It was a dream, it was just a dream.
Thank god, it was just a dream.
But...he couldn't bear it anymore.
He wanted to know, he wanted to know what you feel right now.
It was pouring rain outside, but he didn't care anymore.
At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, he knocked on your front door.
You were for sure surprised to see Hyunjin, who was soaked.
You tried to say something, but he didn't give you time to say anything.
"I can't stand it anymore, y/n, I can't stand seeing you so close to Chan hyung and Changbin hyung."
"I can't stand to see you always giving attention to Jisung and Felix."
"Why can't you just look at me? What's not good enough about me?"
Jinnie, Jinnie, Jinnie .....that name again.
Every time you'd call him that, his heart felt like it was going to explode.
Why could you have so much influence on him? Why does he feel like he's already lost when all you did was say his name?
"I like you! Don't you get it? Just how obvious do I have to be for you to......"
He started crying, not giving you any chance to reply to him at all.
"You, like me?"
After realizing what he had said and done, Hyunjin began regretting.
He just said it, and now he was going to be rejected by you, just like in his dream.
You were going to disappear again.
Then, he heard you laugh. You actually laughed.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
See, he knew you were...wait, what did you say?
"If you like me, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"What did you say?"
"You come over at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night while it's raining just to tell me this? Hwang Hyunjin, are you stupid?"
Hyunjin blinked innocently, not expecting the answer he got.
Hyunjin looked like a mess, tears still in his eyes, there was even snot running out of his nose. He gasps for air since he ran here, hair wet, a few strands in his mouth. He just woke up so his hair was messy, eyes puffed, with no makeup on.
Right now he was probably the ugliest you've ever seen him look, but even then he was still the prettiest person in the world.
“Yes,Hwang pabo, I like you, been liking you since day one.”
Jisung: (He's your boyfriend)
Jisung was having a relationship crisis.
You were saying "I love you" less, you didn't hug him as often, you weren't complimenting him anymore...something was wrong.
He was afraid to ask, too scared to know the truth.
But he still wanted to know what he did wrong, why were you being less affectionate?
But every time he'd ask you, "am I doing something wrong lately?" Your answer was always "no".
He tried looking back at his recent actions, but still couldn't find any clues.
After days and days of thinking, he could think of only one answer.
You must not love him anymore.
After getting this answer, Jisung found himself laying on his side on the couch, sobbing silently.
Unknowingly, he fell asleep.
Half an hour later, you came home, took off your shoes and jacket, and were going to turn on the lights, but found Jisung sleeping on the couch.
Moreover, he was whimpering.
A little worried, you came to his side and shook him gently.
"Please....don't leave me......"
He was sobbing.
You wonder what you did in his dream to make him cry like this.
"Sungie baby....wake up......"
Feeling someone shaking him, Jisung slowly opened his eyes, tears slipping from his eyes.
Jisung immediately sat up, his pupils trembling slightly as he choked out a cry.
"I'm here, I'm here Sungie."
Your hand rests on his knees as you looked at him worriedly.
"I will, I will do better,, don't leave me ...... keep loving me, please......"
You were confused.
"Sungie, that was just a dream, I'm not leaving you..."
"Then why are you!" He shouted at you, quieting down a bit after realizing how loud he was being, "then why are you......not affectionate towards me anymore? Why, why did you stop saying I love you to me? Why-why don't you hug me anymore? Why don't you give me morning kisses anymore? Is it, is it not because......"
Remembering what you said in his dream, he bit his lower lip.
"Isn't it because, you don't love me anymore?"
Seeing him like this, your heart ached, reaching out to cup his face, you began to regret your actions recently.
"No, no baby, my love...... It's not that I don't love you anymore, I... this is going to sound really dumb because I now realize how wrong I was......but believe me, it's not that I don't love you anymore. I, I just...I didn't want to seem too clingy....too needy......."
Jisung cries as he listened to your explanation, shaking his head frantically at the end.
"You're not too clingy, never, I am. I'm the one that's clingy, and needy, and I, I need your "I love you "s, I need your morning kisses and daily praises, I need it, so please....don't stop."
"I'm sorry Sungie, for making you feel this way...... I'm sorry ......"
"So you still love me, right?"
You couldn't help but kiss him.
"Of course, I love you."
"Say it again."
"I love you."
"Han Jisung, I love you."
Felix: (He's your boyfriend)
Maybe it wasn't a good idea to watch sad movies before he went to bed.
Because now he was dreaming about you dying of cancer.
It was clear from the beginning that it was just a dream, but it still seemed too real.
Watching you, lying on the hospital bed, so fragile you could break with just one touch. Him, standing helplessly by your side, unable to do anything but cry.
You repeated the words "I'm sorry" in his ear, telling him not to be upset, even after your death.
The scene shifted and he was standing in front of your grave.
In his hand, he was holding your favorite bouquet of flowers, he stood there silently.
He couldn't do anything.
Facing death, he couldn't do anything.
This feeling of powerlessness drove him crazy.
When the dream finally ended, he jumped out of bed immediately, needing comfort.
He found you in the living room, still watching TV.
You looked up, a little confused to see his sad expression.
"Lixie? What's the matter?"
He came to you and sat on top of you, his legs bent on each side of your body, his arms wrapped around you, his head resting on your shoulders.
"Had a nightmare, got really sick and died...I, I couldn't do anything about it."
You couldn't help but laugh at that, though you still hugged him back, patting his back gently.
"Don't worry, it won't happen, I'm still young and healthy."
"I know...but it's not just sickness, I'm just so afraid, and just...the thought of being separated from you one day scares me so much ......"
You pulled away so he was looking straight at you.
"You won't ever be happy if that's the only thing you think about, yeah? Don't be afraid, we still have plenty of time."
You pick up his hand and place it on your cheek.
"Look, I'm still here, healthy and happy. So don't be sad, it would break my heart to see you sad."
He blushes, then nods.
"Well......maybe it's just because of the movie we watched earlier, I should be fine if you give me another hug."
After saying that, he started to burrow into your arms again.
"I guess Lixie is still just a big baby huh..." you said, gently scratching his scalp.
"Then you should give your big baby a kiss."
Seungmin: (He's your fiance)
You ran away.
You ran from your wedding, during the most important part. During the vows.
Seungmin stood alone, the priest and those who came to the wedding stayed silent, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.
You actually ran away.
"No, I can't marry you, I'm still... I'm not ready."
That was the reason you gave him.
He wanted to go after you, to take a step, but he couldn't move.
He wanted to shout out, to tell you not to leave.
But he couldn't do anything but stand still.
He never wanted to thank god more when he finally woke up.
You were still sleeping peacefully beside him, like an angel, as if all the evil in the world had nothing to do with you.
But, now that he thought about it, of course it was just a dream.
You would never do such a thing, never.
He chuckled at himself, gently rubbing the back of his neck.
Gosh, why would he dream of such a thing? You were the one who proposed to him.
Of course, that's not to say that he would either. He would never.
Seungmin lied down sideways, propping his upper body on his elbow, quietly watching you.
Tomorrow is the day.
From tomorrow on, you will be his and his alone.
Gently picking up your left hand, he kisses the ring on your ring finger.
"Hmmh...? Seungmin, what's wrong?"
He seems to have accidentally woken you up.
"It's nothing......just a little excited."
There was no need to tell you about the stupid dream.
He heard you laugh, softly.
Turning around, you face him, squinting slightly.
"Is my puppy excited? How cute..."
He frowned at the nickname.
"You should stop calling me that..."
"We're gonna be married, how weird is it to call your husband "puppy"......"
In reality, he didn't mind it a bit, it was just that he wanted to hear you call him other things too, like "jagi" or "yeobo".
"That's not happening, you'll be my cute little puppy forever."
You pressed the back of his head towards you, your foreheads touching.
"Go to sleep puppy, I don't want my dear yeobo to have dark circles under his eyes at our wedding."
He smiled happily and took you to sleep in his arms.
This time, it was a sweet dream.
Jeongin: (He has a crush on you)
"Yang Jeongin likes Y/N" seems to be the secret everyone knows except Yang Jeongin and Y/N.
You only had to know Jeongin for more than three minutes to know that.
After all, he just couldn't seem to stop talking about you.
"Y/N hyung/noona is so beautiful today."
"Y/N hyung/noona smiled at me!"
"If only I could talk to Y/N hyung/noona..."
Everyone was encouraging him to confess.
But each time he would say something like " stop teasing! I don't even like them!" to refuse.
Everyone would roll their eyes because his ears were turning tomato red as he said it.
Just when people started to give up, an unexpected helper appeared..
"Jeongin-ah, I found a boyfriend!"
Waking up screaming, Jeongin almost jumped out of bed.
It was a dream! It was just a dream!!!!!
But, but he didn't know if you actually have a boyfriend or not.
What would he do......if you did?
No, he doesn't even like you! It's none of his business whether you have a boyfriend or not!
It shouldn't...
But why did his heart hurt so much?
Did he really......
He checked his phone. It was 2:30 in the morning.
He knew your habits. You've always been a late sleeper, and never went to bed before three o 'clock.
So, if he, he couldn't do this over text... if he called you now, you would probably pick up.
Should he? Or should he not?
If he did, what would he even say?
"Hi Y/N Hyung/Noona do you have a boyfriend?"
No, no, no, that's weird. Who calls in the middle of the night to ask that?
If he doesn't, he might go crazy.
'Stop stressing and just call them!' his inner self yelled.
And before he knew it, he was calling you.
His hands were shaking, no, his whole body was shaking.
It only rang twice before you picked it up.
"Hello? Jeongin-ah, why are you up so late?"
"Y/N hyung/noona!"
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"I!!! I...I, I!"
(Takes a deep breath) "I like you!"
"Yang Jeongin, are you drunk? Or is this some kind of bet?"
Jeongin was anxious as he shook his head vigorously, even though he was on the phone and you couldn't see him.
"No! I, I really like you! Since...from...from a really long time ago!!"
He heard you sigh at the other end, and his heart sank.
You didn't like him back. Of course you didn't like him back...
But the next words froze him.
"This better not be a bet, or you're going to have a hard time tomorrow."
"Huh? you mean?"
"This means Yang Jeongin, that I like you too, and have also liked you since a long time ago."
You hung up, and for a whole 10 minutes Jeongin thought that this was just another dream.
He slapped himself, feeling the pain on his cheeks.
This was no really did like him back......
Resisting the urge to rush to your door right now, he laid back down.
He tried to calm down but nothing worked. How could he when you basically just told him that you liked him too?
Shyly covering his face with the blankets, he started kicking around.
For the rest of the night he just tossed and turned in bed, waiting for the sun to rise so he could see you again in person.
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matryosika · 4 months ago
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pairing – lee know x reader
word count – 6.2 k
warnings – virgin!reader, dilf!minho, sir kink, corruption kink, dirty talk, breeding kink, masturbation (f and m), squirting, blowjob, creampie, unprotected sex
note – english is not my first language and i didn't read this before uploading, so i apologize for any mistakes made in advance!
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ever since he saw you walking into his office, minho knew you were going to cause him trouble.
it might have been your innocent looks or how you knew so much about everything and nothing at the same time, but he couldn’t help his attraction towards you. the way you talked, walked and moved bewitched him since the very first time you set foot into his office.
“i’m y/n, sir” you had said with both of your hands behind your back, bowing down politely to him, “thank you so much for this opportunity”.
and just like that, you never left his mind. he would never admit it out loud, nor to his work partners or himself, but he would often dream about you in his sleep. touching your soft skin, ripping those cute dresses from your body, teaching you all sorts of things he was sure you had never experienced before. however, as soon as the sun rises, he is forced to lock down all those filthy desires, only releasing them once he comes back from work, finishing his day by stroking himself to the thought of you.
“you wanted to see me, sir?” you questioned, your head slightly poking through his office door.
sir. it didn’t matter how many times you had used that title on him, he could never get enough of it.
“y/n, come in” he mumbled, leaving the sheets of papers he was reading on his desk. you walked in holding the strap of your purse on your shoulder, wondering what could possibly your boss need from you on a friday night. “can you please close the door for me?”
you did as you were told even though the task was rather pointless since the whole building had been empty for at least 30 minutes now, no noise or person could ever interrupt that little meeting between the two of you.
“is there something i can do for you?” you asked, walking slowly towards the two individual sofas placed in front of minho’s desk. he signaled you to them, a silent request for you to take a seat.
“your internship period is about to end soon” he mumbled, his whole body resting its weight on the comfortable leather office chair. “you are aware of that, aren’t you?”
“yes sir” you replied, swallowing hard in anticipation. you knew where this whole conversation was going, when you got the interview you were told that, based on your performance, there was a small possibility for you to move from an internship to a full-time job.
but you were simply not ready to hear the verdict from him.
“i had a meeting today, with my co-workers,” he continued, playing with his fingers as he penetrative gaze fixed on you. “we talked and evaluated your performance as an intern”.
you sat there in silence, tilting your head slightly as you waited for his response, but he didn’t continue on talking.
“they said very nice things about you, you should know that” he replied, giving you a soft smile that almost resembled a smirk, a twisted feeling growing up in your lower abdomen as the meeting continued, “but you already know that, at the end of the day, the only decision that matters is mine”.
you nodded slightly, setting your gaze on the hems of your dress in an attempt to avoid maintaining eye contact with him, your mind being too weak to even bear such a small action.
“and what do you think, sir?”
minho licked his lips slowly, his whole body burning at the image of you struggling to even look at him. “i think you are doing great” he finally responded, a small sigh escaping your lips as if you were holding your breathing waiting for his verdict “i would love to have you working for me”.
your eyes finally dared to take a look at him, and you gave him the brightest smile he had ever seen on you “thank you, sir”.
“don’t thank me” minho insisted, feeling shivers all over his body once your glossy eyes found his, “you did it all by yourself”.
you smiled again, feeling ten times more relieved than when you walked through his office. “is there anything else i can do for you or…?”
“do you have somewhere to be?” he inquired, a faint smirk appearing on his face again.
feeling sexually attracted to minho was nothing new inside of your mind, but you were too embarrassed about it to admit it. you were probably the youngest among the people working there, probably most unexperienced in life as well, so you spent the last six months trying to convince yourself that, if minho were to fuck one of his subordinates it was definitely not going to be you.
even so, you constantly found yourself squeezing your thighs together whenever he was around, your mind traveling to forbidden places and dreaming about your whole body being completely used for his own pleasure.
“not really” you answered, your heart pathetically racing at nothing but a trivial question “what about you?”
“what about me?” he let out a deep laugh, making you think that maybe your question was out of place. maybe it was but, to be fair, your mind was working in pilot mode ever since you dared to make eye-contact with him. “i’ll just go home, have a drink and work some more”.
“i’ll probably end up doing the same thing” you admitted “minus the drinking part”.
“you don’t drink?”
“it makes me sleepy”
“ahhh” minho hummed, nodding as a sign of understanding. “one would’ve thought that women in their twenties usually spend their weekends partying and drinking”.
“one would’ve thought that men in their thirties usually spend their weekends at bars or having expensive dinners” you counter-attacked. whoever heard that talk between you and your boss would’ve been weirded out, however, he always made sure to establish a relaxed work atmosphere with all his co-workers and subordinates, so this wasn’t really new to you.
“don’t get me wrong” he assured, his head slightly rolling to the back until it hit the backrest of his chair, “i do enjoy going out, but this has been a stressful week and i’d rather spend the weekend at home”.
“why don’t i-” you started talking, but your tongue didn’t seem to be connected with your mind. “why don’t i give you a shoulder massage?”. he tilted his head at you in confusion, both of his dark eyes fixing on the way your lips trembled after finishing that controversial sentence, “it sometimes helps”.
he thought long about your suggestion, but he couldn’t turn it down. not when you were basically putting yourself on a silver tray for him, even if that was not your initial intention.
but little did he know that, just like him, you went home every night thinking about all the things you were willing to let him do to you.
“go ahead” he finally gave in, his body tensing up instead of relaxing as soon as you left your seat to walk towards him.
you knew what you wanted, but you never thought you were going to be this close to get it. with that being said, and after he gave you permission to touch him, your mind went completely blank. you didn’t think he would agree to it, but now both of your hands were placed on his broad shoulders trying to release him from the burn out stress, your senses completely numb as you heard faint groans trying to escape his lips every time you stimulated his muscles.
“just like that” he sighed, rolling his head slightly back with both of his eyes closed. the rather sinful noises that were coming out of his lips made you reconsider your whole twisted act, but you couldn’t even begin to regret it. not when the soft fabric of his shirt was against the palms of your hands, his head tilted back with his soft lips parted, almost inviting you to place a kiss on them “your hands feel heavenly”.
and even though the context of the situation was not exactly sexual, you found yourself squeezing your thighs together while your hands rubbed against his shoulders, your tight cunt clenching around thin air and begging to be filled.
“sir…” you whispered, your exes admiring the grimaces of pleasure and pain reflected in his face “does it feel good?”
he let out a deep sigh before opening his eyes, his gaze feeling ten times heavier than usual and making your whole body tremble in its place, the pressure of your hands on his shoulder increasing as a couple of silent seconds passed by.
“what are you doing?” he bluntly asked, your whole body freezing completely from your head to the tip of your toes.
i should’ve think this whole thing through.
“i’m sorry” you panted, your anxiety almost eating you alive. in the heat of the moment, all you wanted was to approach him, but you failed to consider that maybe he didn’t want you in that way or, in the worst case scenario, that this could end up pretty bad for you. “i-” you stuttered, your hands abandoning his shoulders in order to walk towards your previous seat, ready to grab your purse and leave his office.
“did i tell you to stop?” his soft voice questioned again, your heart now racing at 1000 miles per hour. “keep on going, y/n” he ordered, his eyes admiring the fear and confusion plastered in your face.
you stood near his chair for a few seconds, your mind going blank and your whole body completely disconnected from your brain. however, you understood that this opportunity was probably going to be one in a million so, with all the fear in the world, your hands returned to its original place, his head rolling back again at the feeling of your warm touch.
“i asked you a question though” he mumbled while closing his eyes, his breathing getting heavier as time passed. “are you going to answer me?”
“i- i’m not… i’m not doing anything, sir” you answered, biting your lower lip as you continued on working on his shoulders.
“right” he sighed, one of his hands caressing the arms of the chair he was sitting on. a couple of minutes passed by in silence, your hands maneuvering his muscles while occasional groans and sighs left his mouth.
“well, y/n, that would be it,” he mumbled in between groans, his hands loosening the tie he was wearing while his body settled down on his seat “you can go home now”.
your hands withdrew from your body, the burning sensation of the shirt’s soft fabric getting imprinted in your skin. you looked at him for a few seconds, your mind battling between shooting your shot or picking up your things and leave his office.
however, shooting your shot was definitely a plan without steps. you wanted his attention and his desire but, other than that, you were not quite sure what you else wanted from him. a kiss? his touch? his words?
“sir” you whispered, looking at minho’s hands going through the paperwork on his table. his gaze lifted up slightly to find you again playing with your hands.
“yes?” he asked with such an endearing, yet intimidating, tone. you looked at him in silence and he did the same thing, licking his lips while his eyes traveled from your gaze to your mouth. “y/n, i can’t read minds, you need to use your words”.
and fueled by the way he looked at you, you took all the courage to speak up “can i stay a little longer?”
it was impossible for him not to smirk at your voice saying those 6 magic words while knowing the meaning behind them. he understood what you meant, but he also needed you to be completely clear about it.
“and what exactly do you want to do?” he questioned, standing from his seat as he walked towards you. “do you have any more questions about the meeting i had today or-”
“can i kiss you?” you asked, taking him by surprise. to be completely honest, never in your life you had felt more stupid than you did right now, standing in front of him with your rosy cheeks, your whole skin burning while both of your hands were behind your back.
you were twenty one years old asking for an older man to kiss you as if you were a teenager. you were going to be lucky as fuck if he didn’t laugh in your face at such dumb request.
“you want to kiss me?” he inquired again, his body moving too close to yours. the air that you were breathing finally mixed with him, your chest feeling heavy every time he tilted his head at mere centimeters from your face. “since when do you want to kiss me?”
“a while” you admitted, “i just want to know how it feels like”.
“you’ve never kissed anyone before?” he replied with a surprised tone in his voice, maybe too surprising for your own liking.
“no, i have” you were quick to answer “but i want to feel how it’s like to kiss you”.
“do you want to kiss me,” he continued “or do you want me to kiss you?”
“what’s the difference?” you asked, only to fall completely in silence once he pressed his lips against yours.
and only then, you understood the difference of what he meant.
his lips attacked yours slowly, parting them slightly to allow his tongue inside of you, licking and tasting every single place of your mouth. his hands, that were once inside the pockets of his black pants, were now resting on your hips as he pulled you in closer, feeling the heat of his body a hundred times more than you did before.
you couldn’t help but moan against him once you felt his teeth gripping your lower lips, the painful sting sending waves of pleasure throughout your whole body.
he was a good kisser, even better than what you had imagined him to be.
“what else do you want?” he questioned in between kisses, his shortness of breath covering your whole skin with goosebumps.
“do you want to do something with me?” you boldly ask, however, your voice never left its sweet and calming tone, something that drove him insane.
“there are a lot of things i want to do with you, y/n” he admitted, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck “but i’m not sure if i’m allowed to do them”.
“why not?” you sighed, one of your hands traveling all the way to his hair while you pushed his face deeper into the crook of your neck.
“i’m not sure what your limits are”.
“you can test them” you mumbled with broken words, your body trembling every time his teeth gripped your soft skin “it would be the first time someone does that”.
he stopped kissing you for a bit while his eyes fixed on yours for mere seconds. “you haven’t-”
“no” you replied without leaving him any more time to finish his question, even though you knew what he was going to ask “the most extreme thing i’ve done is kissing someone”.
he looked at you in awe, but it was different this time. you’d dare to say that your words excited him, but you could be wrong: maybe he liked experienced women, or someone who was not as immature as you were.
however, your doubts were all cleared out once a devilish smile appeared on his face.
“are you familiar with the traffic-light system, y/n?” he inquired, taking your hand and guiding you all the way to the leather chair he was sitting at the beginning of the meeting. he sat down with both of his legs slightly parted, one of his hands palming his lap for you to sit on. you licked your lips in anticipation as you placed both of your legs on each side of his thighs, sitting right on top of his growing bulge.
it was inevitable but, as soon as your hot clothed core made contact with his erection, you let out a soft moan earning a smirk from the man himself.
“say green if you want me to keep going, yellow if you are unsure and red if you want me to stop” he ordered, placing both of his hands on your ass while lifting you dress up “understood?”
you nodded, gasping as his nails digged into the soft flesh of your ass and thighs, the coldness of his rings sending sparks of electricity inside you, specially to your nipples that were painfully hard under your top underwear.
one of his hands traveled to your back as he pulled you in closer, kissing you for the second time in the night. however, this time it felt needier, hungrier. his lips moved faster than before and you were not quite sure if you liked this pace more than the slow, sensual one. but as soon as you felt his tongue grazing against yours, your mind went completely blank again. your hips involuntarily grinded against him, making you moan against his lips while he held you close to him.
“look, y/n” he muttered with a hitched breath, breaking the kiss from time to time “look how your body reacts under my touch”.
you moaned once again at his words, bucking your hips with even more eagerness once you realized that it came natural. he gripped your butt harshly once again, his hand moving away for a few seconds only to be replaced by the sting of a spank, making you gasp in pain. “color?”
“green, sir”.
he continued on kissing you while you rode his lap, receiving spanks from time to time while you moaned against his lips. “have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?” he asked, breaking the kiss completely.
you nodded with an accelerating breath, realizing how uncomfortable the clothes you were wearing felt against your sweaty body. “tell me about it” he pleaded, his hands gripping your hips while he guided your movements on his lap “tell me what you think about when you touch yourself.''
you gave him a hesitant look, always being too shy to say those kinds of things out loud. however, you were already too out of your mind and completing such a task was not going to be hard, specially when your dripping cunt was brushing over and over his erection.
“i think about you fucking me” you mumbled, bucking your hips on top of him “i dream about your voice telling me how good i feel around you, your hands touching every single part of my body”.
“is that what you truly want?” he questioned again.
“yes, sir” you replied “i want you to be the first man to fuck me”.
he couldn’t understand why, but your words only made his cock harder against his pants. he always dreamed about ruining you, using your body as he pleased. he dreamed about railing you to tears, making you unable to think or speak other than his name. but finding out that you were a virgin excited him in ways he couldn’t describe. knowing that he was going to be the first one to truly ruin you completely was something he never thought about but truly needed.
without asking any more questions, he lifted you from his lap, standing up as well in the process. he rested your body on his desk, lifting your dress over your arms to completely get rid of it.
“color?” he questioned while the tip of his digits caressed the hems of your underwear, watching the piece of clothing completely soaked once you opened your legs for him.
“green” you sighed, your heart skipping a bit as minho’s hands dragged your underwear along your legs and off of your body.
he took a step back to admire you completely, his gaze focusing particularly on your dripping pussy, thinking about how many times he could cum inside of his pants just with that sight.
“are you always this wet, y/n?” minho mumbled, licking his lips in despair, not being able to wait any more to take a taste from you.
“only when i think about you” you admitted, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were grasping the edge of his desk.
“you have a good mouth” minho admitted, kneeling before you and placing both of your legs over his shoulders, his hot breath now caressing your exposed cunt “can you use it to moan my name?”
you looked at him nervously, your legs fairly spreaded for him to dive in your cunt with his finger and mouth.
you had fucked yourself with your fingers before, but they were probably not as good as his. even though you were lubricated with your own juices, you were afraid to feel any kind of unpleasant pain
“i promise you it will feel good” he muttered against the skin of your thighs as if he was reading your mind, “if you don’t like it, i’ll stop”.
you nodded again, your head falling back instantly as soon as you felt his hot tongue rubbing against your bundle of nerves, not giving you any time to prepare yourself for such an intense sensation.
the sight of having him in between your legs was something that you were not going to forget, his cold gaze fixed on how your breasts bounced every time you moved or how the grimaces of pleasure ruined your innocent features. you moaned his name over and over, your hands pushing his face further to intensify the feeling of his mouth against your throbbing cunt.
“fuck, sir-” you whined, arching your back as soon as you felt one of his fingers inside your pussy “fuck, fuck, fuck”
“does it feel good, y/n?” he groaned.
“god, it feels amazing” you gasp, your hips grinding against his face at a brutal pace “please don’t stop sir, please”.
“i won’t” minho’s deep voice mumbled “i won’t stop until you cum on my mouth”.
soon, you started feeling a familiar sensation on your lower abdomen and back. it felt like those times you touched yourself on your own, but ten times more powerful. both of your legs started to shake around him but he was quick to hold one of them in place with his free hand. “keep them open for me, baby” he ordered, “we are almost there”.
once he felt you were ready, he inserted one more finger inside you. his tongue collected the last taste of your scent before abandoning your clit, the thumb of his opposite hand that was holding your leg a few seconds ago replacing it.
“sir, i don’t think i’ve felt this before” you cried, the task of keeping your legs opened becoming way too hard for you to handle it.
“it’s going to be alright” he cooed with accelerated breath, his fingers curling up inside you while they hit that sweet spot repeatedly. “does this feel good?”
“it does” you whined, almost screaming. your hips bucked against his fingers aggressively as his thumb rubbed your clit in circles, driving you to the edge in almost no time. “sir, it feels weird- fuck”.
“i know, y/n” he panted, licking his lips at the sight of your wetness making a mess on his work desk. “just let go, baby”.
as soon as you felt the knot coming undone, you opened your eyes to find him in front of you. his veins popping up on his arms and neck, his swollen pink lips glistening with the mixture of his saliva and your arousal, his loosened tie and the painful erection brushing against one of your thighs was just what you needed to come undone on his fingers.
“that’s a good girl” he praised, his whole body ablazing at your attempt to keep your eyes on him and failing almost immediatly, your eyes going completely blank and empty as soon as you reached your first high. “look at you, y/n, already learning how to take my fingers”.
“minho-” you painfully moaned, the first time you ever referred to him by his name instead of the title you have him.
“keep on going, y/n” he ordered, his fingers abusing your throbbing cunt at a faster pace than before “keep on saying my name until you are done”.
“minho” you screamed again, your throat now completely dry “god, it feels so fucking good”.
“i know, baby” he mumbled, still curling up his fingers inside you and making your whole body shake under him "the way you are clenching around my fingers says it all".
and with only one more thrust of them inside you, your arousal took complete control of your body. however, this time was nothing like when you touched yourself on your own.
it was far from being the same.
his whole desk got covered with your juices, both of your thighs glistening with your arousal as minho's hand smeared it all over you. "oh my fucking god" you gasped, your eyes instantly falling at the mess you just made both on his desk and him.
"you did so, so well" he praised, his soaked fingers forcing themselves inside of your mouth. "look at you, taking your boss's fingers like this".
"i am sorry" you mumbled still with his fingers inside of your mouth, drooling all over them while your cheeks turned red, "i made a mess".
"why are you embarrassed, baby?" his soft voice ask, thrusting his fingers inside of your mouth while you sucked on them, "this is just the proof of how good i can make you feel".
"i didn't know it would feel this good" you panted, still trying to recover from the nerve-wrecking arousal you just had. "it felt better than when i do it by my own"
"of course, y/n" he mumbled while letting out a deep laugh, somewhat moved and aroused by your pureness. "i promised you i was going to make you feel good".
you looked at him and then lowered your gaze to his throbbing bulge, too evident for him to even try to hide it. "what?“
"can i?" you softly asked, your eyes fixed on his tight black pants.
"do you want to suck me off?" he asked, both of his hands unclenching his belt without losing any more time "have you done that before?"
you shook your head, standing up from his desk while minho's body sat down on the same leather chair as before. he didn't bother to take his clothes off, only freeing his painfully hard cock from his pants and underwear.
"come here, y/n" he ordered, making you kneel almost instantly in front of him. you licked your lips in excitement, curious about how it would feel to have your boss's cock stretching your mouth deliciously. "do you want me to teach you how to properly suck my cock, baby?"
you looked at him in the eyes and nodded again, your small hands instinctively traveling to his cock, touching it and stroking him slightly.
"open your mouth for me" he commanded, smiling at how quick you followed his order by sticking your tongue out. "come closer, lick the tip of my cock".
you flattened your tongue around the pink head, the taste of his pre-cum flooding your senses while you eagerly started to suck him off like a lollipop, moved by only your instincts.
"you have always been a quick learner" he groaned, his hands caressing your hair as he maintained eye-contact with you, his cold gaze getting you wet all over again. "keep on sucking me like that, all the way down baby".
after a few attempts, you managed to take half of his length inside of your mouth, hearing faint laughs as you failed to do so without tearing up or crying. "you look so precious like this" he moaned, "your cute eyes tearing up while having my cock halfway down your throat, drooling all over it".
"mhm?" you hummed having him inside you, sending waves of pleasure all along his body.
"mhm, y/n" he repeated, his hand slightly pushing your mouth even more on his cock. "give me your hand" he ordered, "and try to hold your breath for me, can you do that?"
you nodded giving him a last glance before closing your eyes, his hands forcing his whole length inside you making him groan against you. "that's my good fucking girl" he panted, repeatedly guiding your movements on his cock "such a big girl now, aren't you?"
you squeezed his hand and he took it as a sign to let go of you, breathing frantically as soon as you were able to catch some air.
"it's not that hard, is it baby?" he questioned, "you managed to take your first cock this well".
you gave him a soft smile with glossy eyes, his cock twitching almost instantly at the sight. "color?" he asked, his digits brushing your hand slightly.
"green, sir" you mumbled, looking at his cock and clenching at the imagination of how it would feel stretching your inner walls, "i want to".
"mhm?" he asked, getting off from his seat and placing your body over the messy desk, your whole body getting dirty with your fluids, "you really want me to be your first?"
"i have dreamed about this for months now, sir" you whispered, opening your legs and exposing your throbbing cunt for him once again, "i want to take you, even if it hurts".
"i'll make sure to make you feel good, y/n" he mumbled one of his hands opening the drawer to pull out a small, metallic package, "you don't need to be afraid, i will take care of you".
"actually, sir-" you intervened before he could open the condom, "i want to feel you completely".
having the package in between his teeth, he gave you a filthy look. almost as filthy as the image of his throbbing cock exposed, while still being fully clothed.
"are you sure?" he asked, hoping that the answer coming out of your lips was a yes instead of a no.
"mhm" you hummed "please, fuck me raw".
you didn't have to tell him twice before he threw the package away, his saliva-coated cock tracing your slit slightly, making your whole body shudder. "it might hurt at first, baby" he mumbled, his jaw clenched at the warm feeling of your slippery cunt against his length, "but once you get used to it, you are going to love having me inside".
you opened your legs even more for him, signaling that you were ready to receive him.
slowly, his cock entered your tight walls little by little, making both of your hands grasp for dear life on his desk.
"god, it hurts" you admitted, your eyes closing shut at the overwhelming feeling.
he wouldn't admit it out loud, but knowing that he was inflicting you pain turned him on in ways he couldn't explain. your cunt was tight, maybe to the point that it could make him cum in less than a minute or two, but he was determined to make you cum one last time before he had his sweet released.
"shhhh" he whispered, looking at how the tears started to prick in the corners of your eyes, "i know you can take me, y/n".
his length finally filled you up completely and he stood there inside you for a few seconds, giving you the chance to adjust yourself to his girth.
"your cock feels so big inside me, sir" you panted, still with your eyes closed as you tried to bear the pain. "it fills me up just fine".
"you have no idea how many times i've cum by thinking about you this way" minho grunted, both of his hands resting on his hips. "every night i touched myself thinking about you, about your pretty face covered in my cum, your pretty breasts bouncing as i pound you hard and your tight cunt clenching around me, making me cum inside you".
it was at his last sentence where he felt you clenching almost aggressively around him, biting your lip as your back slightly arched against the desk.
"you would like that?" he questioned, "you want me to cum inside you?"
and there it was again, the same feeling.
"don't tell me you have dreamed about that too" he whispered, his hips moving slowly only to slam his cock inside you again earning a gasp out of you.
"that's why i wanted it r-raw" you mumbled with broken words, the painful feeling suddenly becoming pleasure in a matter of seconds, "i fantasize about you filling me up with your cum".
and just like that, a spark ignited inside of minho's body.
he always felt attracted to your innocent and bubbly aura, how you managed to be sensual and sweet at the same time. he never thought about your sexual preferences or what you liked in bed, he just truly enjoyed the image of you being completely ruined by him, no matter what your likes and dislikes were.
but now that he had you in front of him, admitting to fantasizing about being breeded with zero sexual experience whatsoever… it made him realize that the only innocence you had was illustrated in your eyes and nothing more.
his thrusts began to acquire a faster pace, your cunt instantly adjusting to the size of his girth. he leaned on to be even closer to you, even though the position was rather uncomfortable.
"you fantasize about me breeding you?" he groaned, one of his hands finding your bundle of nerves to begin rubbing circles on it. "you are inexperienced and yet your whole body is demanding for my cum".
"breeding?" you inquired in between broken moans.
"mhm" he groaned, still pounding himself into you. "you want me to breed you, baby."
"i want you to breed me" you repeated like a person who just learned something they didn't before. "i've dreamed about that oft- fuck".
his thrusts accelerated every time you said those magic words as if they were some sort of key concept for him to lose his mind. "i want you to fill me up completely please" you cried, feeling how the stimulation on your clit was doing it's job, "i want you to cum inside my tight pussy, sir".
for him, it was heavenly to hear you talk about yourself like that. there was something compelling about being able to see you in this space, the lovely student y/n who worked hard and did everything right losing her mind completely about a crumb of his cock… that was something he will never forget.
"fuck, fuck, fuck" you moaned as his thumb increased the pressure on your clit, making your hips moving against your cock everytime he slammed it inside you, "minho-"
"use your words, y/n" he barely moaned, his words sounding like incoherent babbling at times.
"i am going to cum on your cock again" you warned wanting to close both of your legs around him but not being able to. "fuck, it hurts".
"keep on going baby" he ordered, his hips losing their pace "i know you can cum one more time for me, even if it hurts".
you opened your eyes and fixed them on him, tears of sweat streaming down his face as his cold gaze landed on your bouncing breasts every time he slammed his length into you.
one of your hands traveled to his tie, grabbing it in an attempt to get him closer to your body.
"are you ready to cum, y/n?" he questioned but, judging by how hard you clenched around him and how constant the grimaces of pleasure appeared on your face, he already knew the answer.
"i'm cumming" you chanted, your hips grinding pathetically against him, "god, minho, it feels so-"
"keep on going, y/n" he ordered, his thrust becoming sloppier every time your walls hugged his length. "scream my name, i want you to remember who made you feel this good for the first time.
"min-minho" you cried, your back completely arched from his desk "please breed me, please, please, please".
the desperate and needy tone of your voice begging for him to breed you at the highest point of your orgasm was everything he needed to reach his high as well, both of your legs instinctively closing around him to force his cum inside of you. with a few more thrusts and sinful noises, you started feeling a warm sensation on your lower abdomen, your walls painted completely white by no other than your boss.
"don't you dare waste any drops" he groaned, thrusting his leaking cum back inside you, "this is the reward good girls like you get when they learn how to properly take cock".
you looked at him with half-lidded eyes, trying to catch your breath. after a few moments, he withdrew from your cunt as a small amount of his arousal leaked out of you, quickly admiring the scene of your ruined pussy being marked by no other than him.
"will you reward me again in a future?" you panted still with your legs open, your hair and makeup completely messed up and your throbbing cunt leaking out minho's essence.
"only if you keep taking my cock this well, y/n".
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seobangs · a month ago
one stormy night│chan
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pairing: bang chan x fem!reader
word count: 7.5k
genre: one shot, smut, fluff, friends to lovers
smut tags under the cut!
warnings: swearing, slight injury (reader gets a piece of glass stuck in her foot), mention of blood, explicit sexual content, pet names, dry humping, teasing, neck biting, oral (female/male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, aftercare, chan being a hopeless romantic, also chan being so cuddly that it makes you want to scream, basically just chan being the ideal man that everyone wants
(a/n: okay, so i might’ve gotten inspiration for this from a storm that hit my area a few days ago. it just seemed too good not to write. as always, any and all feedback is very, very appreciated. especially since this is my first one-shot! -b )
his laugh was cut short however, a crash of thunder making the two of you jump. you hadn’t realized that your hand was still tightly clenched around the material of his sweatshirt, nor did you notice that you had instinctively pulled it towards you out of fear, the two of you much closer now than you had been.
silence fell over the two of you and you swore you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, drowning out the rest of the thunder as well as the sound of the rain and wind slamming against the window. with your bodies only inches away from each other, you could feel how tensed he was, his eyes staring into yours.
“mom, for the last time, i know.” you sighed, rolling your eyes slightly as you struggled to plug your computer charger into the wall. 
you wasted no time in hanging up the phone, giving your mom a quick goodbye before she could continue to pester you any longer. the woman was unbelievable, keeping you on the phone for the better half of the hour making sure she listed off every possible electronic in your apartment and how it needed to be charged. 
the first signs of the storm were visible outside already. it was barely even six o’clock, yet the sky was a dull gray color, dark clouds threatening in the distance. the leaves of the tree outside your window slapped against the glass, the wind making the branches fly in every direction. 
you rummaged around in the cupboard under your sink, fishing out two small flashlights. you groaned, miserable at the thought that this would be your only source of light should the power decide to give out. maybe your mom was right about needing to keep an emergency set of candles around. 
the first signs of rain began to fall, the pit a pat of the raindrops against your window getting louder with every minute that passed.
pressed for time as the storm began to pick up its pace, you decided to pull out your small gas stove from the storage closet along with a can of butane, making sure that any tools necessary for food were readily available. 
after your preparations were done you sighed, opting to sit on the couch and flip through the television channels, a blanket draped over your shoulders like a cocoon. your gaze kept switching back and forth between the tv screen and the storm outside, clouds growing darker and raindrops getting bigger and bigger as they struck the window.
you screamed when the thunder decided to sound, preceded by a flash of lightning outside. you had nearly jumped out of your skin, heart pounding in your ears as you tried to calm yourself. 
“fuck.” you sighed, placing a hand over your chest in an attempt to stop the way your heart was stammering. 
thunder had always been your least favorite part about storms. you hated the way it always seemed to shake the walls, as well as the uncertainty of when it was going to strike next.
you especially hated it when you were alone. at least last year during the rainy season your roommate had been there to keep you company. however after she decided to move out in order to start staying with her boyfriend, you were left alone. you dreaded the fact that you would have to ride out this storm, however long it might last, by yourself. 
mom was right to be worried, you thought to yourself, tugging the blanket tighter around your shoulders. she knew you were a baby when it came to thunderstorms. 
maybe i shouldn’t have been so harsh.
it was almost comical how your thought was immediately followed by a crack of thunder and the flickering of lights, everything going black in an instant. 
well that was one way for the world to get back at you. 
cursing yourself for leaving the flashlights on the kitchen counter rather than on the coffee table in front of you, you stood slowly, outstretching an arm to put distance in between you and any object you might run into. your feet shuffled in small steps, socks sliding across the cold floor as you struggled to make your way to the kitchen. 
“shit!” you exclaimed, a loud clamoring sound echoing as you ran into one of your end tables, picture frames falling to the floor. you could hear the sound of shattering glass, making a tsk sound as you realized you would have to try and traverse around the hazard without being able to see.
you screamed before your brain had even fully registered the pain in your foot. instinctively, you grabbed your foot with your hands and began hopping as far away as you could from the area, tumbling backwards and landing on your back with a thud.
another crack of thunder sounded, eliciting a small jump from you. you thrashed around in a tantrum, a whine escaping your lips in anger and frustration.
now you were injured, blind, and even further from the flashlights than you had originally been. the rain was coming down harder now, the drops so loud as they hit window that you almost didn’t hear the knocking at your door.
“y/n, are you okay in there?” 
you pulled your eyebrows together. who the hell decided to venture to your front door in the middle of a thunderstorm?
“y/n? i heard a lot of loud noises and a scream from downstairs, i wanted to make sure you were alright.” the person knocked once more.
“i know where you keep your spare, i’m gonna come in.”
you could barely hear the voice, unable to make out whatever they were saying between the muffling of the door and the sound of the rain and thunder. 
the door handle jiggled, flinging open. “are you oka─ jesus, how can you fucking see?”
you knew that voice.
“i can’t. there are flashlights right there on the counter.” you said loudly, your voice competing with the noise of the storm outside of the front door that was still open. the feeling of the wind made you shiver, and you wished that you were somehow still wrapped in your blanket from earlier.
a hand came up to shield your eyes once a bright light fell onto you, the beam of light washing out the person shining it in your direction. when your eyes adjusted, you could see a head of brown hair staring back at you.
“oh my god, are you okay?” the voice asked again, the beam of light trailing to the small bloody spot in your sock-covered foot and the glass on the floor.
“not really. but since you’re here, can i get some help?” you asked, shooting a small smile in their direction.
“hold on, i have an extra lantern and some candles back at my place. stay here, i’ll run and get them.”
chan had been your neighbor since you moved in.
you could never forget the way his smiling face had greeted you as you hopped out of your moving truck, a large hand waving in your direction. he was pleased to see that someone new was moving in, and he had offered to help you and your parents offload things and bring them up the flight of stairs to your front door.
he had been welcoming, letting you know that he was just a floor away if you’d ever needed anything. after learning that you had just moved into the seoul area from busan, he took it upon himself to list off all the things that you had to do in order to be a citizen of seoul. from restaurants, to arcades, to bars, to shops, it seemed like the conversation would’ve gone on forever if it hadn’t been for his roommate coming out and stopping him. changbin had to practically drag him down the stairs back to their place.
since then, chan had become a constant in your life.
after returning from his apartment, he set the lantern up on the coffee table before helping you onto the couch. he had also brought a first aid kit with him, and before you knew it you had your foot propped up on his knee as he sat next to you. 
you had originally fought against the idea of him helping you with your injury, claiming you could do it yourself, terrified at the thought of him touching your bare foot.
“don’t worry, i’m not really a foot guy.” he laughed, earning a glare from you as you crossed your arms.
“that’s not what i meant.” you shot back, feeling your cheeks beginning to warm at his sudden joke.
he smiled wider after noticing that he had only made you angrier, his hands reaching down to place your heel on top of his knee. 
his fingers worked diligently, removing your sock as gently as possible. however, you still winced when the fabric brushed over the area where the glass was sticking out from, your knee jerking. he stopped, eyes wide.
“shoot‎─ sorry. i didn’t mean to.”
you shook your head, giving him a small smile. “it’s alright, i know.” he visibly relaxed at your reassurance, and you couldn’t sop your smile from growing in the slightest bit at his sincerity.
he examined the ball of your foot, a humming noise leaving his mouth as he looked it over. “it doesn’t seem too bad─” he said, reaching for the tweezers inside of the first aid kit. “─this might sting a little.”
he prepared to begin attempting the removal of the glass, but stopped. clearing his throat, he lifted your leg and slid closer to you, shifting slightly so that his back was turned towards you. 
“grab the back of my sweatshirt.” he said, catching you off guard.
your eyes went wide, and you mentally cursed yourself when you noticed your heart skip a small beat. “w-why?” 
he shot a look at you over his shoulder, his hair covering his eyes slightly. you couldn’t help but notice the way the light from the lantern made his eyes shine at this angle, the sparkle made your breath hitch in your throat. it didn’t help that he was smiling, the upturn of his mouth caused your heart to flutter for just a moment.
“tug on it if it hurts. i would offer my arm, but i figured it’s better this way so that i don’t mess up.” 
you wanted to slap yourself. you didn’t know why you were freaking out, he was just trying to be considerate. you cleared your throat. “oh, thanks.”
you brought your hand up to his back, sliding it across the material before you grabbed a handful and tightened your fist. your fingers just barely brushed the muscles underneath, and you swore you could see his body tense at the contact.
he coughed, the thought disappearing from your mind instantly. “okay, i’m gonna start now.”
how chan had managed to take a half-inch long piece of glass out of your foot painlessly, you had no clue. but you were thankful nonetheless. not only were you a baby when it came to thunderstorms, but also when it came to pain. 
thankfully the thunder had decided to be forgiving during the entire removal process, otherwise you were sure that you might’ve jumped so hard that the glass would somehow lodge itself deeper into your foot. 
after chan had applied some antibiotic ointment to the area and wrapped it nicely with gauze, he patted your leg with a smile. “all done.”
“you’re oddly good at that.” you said, tilting your neck to stare at your foot from where it was still perched on his knee. “but thank you, i appreciate it.”
you wiggled your toes slightly, making him chuckle. “you know you’re lucky i found you, otherwise i think you might’ve never made it up off of the floor.” he teased.
you rolled your eyes. “oh my god yes, chan. you’re so right. what ever would i do without you?” you said sarcastically, a laugh escaping his lips at your attitude.
his laugh was cut short however, a crash of thunder making the two of you jump. you hadn’t realized that your hand was still tightly clenched around the material of his sweatshirt, nor did you notice that you had instinctively pulled it towards you out of fear, the two of you much closer now than you had been. 
silence fell over the two of you and you swore you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, drowning out the rest of the thunder as well as the sound of the rain and wind slamming against the window. with your bodies only inches away from each other, you could feel how tensed he was, his eyes staring into yours. 
your mouth opened, twitching as you struggled to find the words to say. “s-sorry.” was all you could manage, releasing your grip on his sweatshirt and looking away quickly. you rubbed your hands on the couch, wiping the sweat off of them as you avoided his gaze.
chan was the first one to break the silence. “i didn’t know you were scared of thunder.” he said amusingly, and you whipped your head around at the tone of his voice. 
he was staring at you, lips upturned calmly. his eyes were soft, and you could tell that it was his way at trying to reassure you that it was okay, things weren’t awkward. you sighed in relief mentally, deciding to drop the matter for the sake of your sanity. clearly if chan wanted to play it cool, you should have no problem doing the same. he didn’t give you any time to answer, patting your leg once more. 
“give me a second, i’ll go set up some of the candles i brought.”
he lifted your foot and slid out from under your leg, standing. “don’t even think about following me.” he said, walking away before you had a chance to protest.
he realized that the pile of broken glass was still on the floor, and you directed him to your storage closet where he pulled out a dustpan and broom, sweeping up the remnants of your little disaster. 
chan had always been helpful. in the past two years you’d known him, he’d moved silently in the background, doing little things for you here and there. 
you remembered the time that you had forgotten to place your windshield cover on your car one night last winter, only to jump out of bed the next morning to find chan scraping away at the ice on your windows. he greeted you with a smile, his nose and ears red from the cold and the smoke from his breath dancing around as he laughed at your shocked face. 
there was also the time that he had burst through your door when he heard your fire alarm blaring from below, his eyes frantic and chest heaving up and down, only to find you standing next to an open oven with a tray of burnt cookies sitting inside. you didn’t notice at that time, the way his face was riddled with concern, the sound of his voice as he barreled through the door, shouting your name in urgency. the sincerity of it all.
but as you sat there, watching him finish sweeping the glass and carrying the dustpan over to the garbage can, you couldn’t help but realize how much you had come to enjoy his presence in your life. he was kind, and gentle, and he always seemed to light up whenever you pulled into your parking stall and he was outside. whether he had just come back from a run or checking the mail, he always made it a point to strike up a conversation, asking you about your day. 
he always remembered little tidbits about you that you assumed would go unnoticed to others. he knew that your only off day from work was on milk delivery days, so he made it a point to bring your supply in and place it in your fridge for you while you slept in. he knew that you liked the bagels from the bakery down the street, so sometimes when he went for his early morning runs he would stop by and pick them up for you, the smell of fresh bread filling your kitchen before the sun was fully risen in the sky. 
chan, as you had come to realize, was someone you didn’t think you could imagine living your daily life without. the thought of not seeing his beaming smile made your gut twist into a knot, and you were quickly brought back to reality when another crack of thunder sounded. 
chan had disappeared down the hallway, and you could hear his feet shuffling back in the direction of the living room. his head poked out from around the corner, eyes worried. 
“you okay?”
your heart swelled at the fact that he had come to check on you after hearing the thunder. you nodded, unable to find the words to respond. your mind was still reeling from the thoughts you were having before hand. 
“good.” he smiled, stepping out from behind the wall and clapping his hands together. 
“well, i put some candles all around, it should be well-lit enough now until the power comes back.” he said, pinching his lips together in a tight line. he rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what to do next.
“i guess i’ll get going then.” he said, moving towards the door. “make sure you don’t put too much pressure on your foot for around 24 hours.”
you watched as he pulled his hood over his head, turning to grab the door handle. 
were you crazy for not wanting him to leave?
yeah, you were.
“could you stay?”
chan was...surprised to say the least. he hadn’t expected you to ask him to stay, nor did he expect you to enjoy his company enough to do so. he had always felt like he might be annoying you, always doing what he could to help and whatnot. he feared that he was being painfully obvious about the small budding feelings he had for you, and that you weren’t interested. he thought that you were maybe just too polite to tell him to leave you alone.
when you first moved in, chan couldn’t deny that he thought you were beautiful. he enjoyed the way your hair fell around your face as you huffed, lugging boxes up the stairs toward your new apartment. you would never know that he actually talked to changbin beforehand, excitedly running into his room to talk about the cute new girl that was moving in upstairs. changbin waved him off however, claiming that he wouldn’t have the guts to do anything about it.
boy was he wrong. not only did chan muster up the courage to approach you, but he had also somehow managed to gain your friendship. and honestly, to him, it might’ve been one of the best decisions he’d ever made. he would never admit that he actually forces himself to go on a morning run to grab your bagels at least once a month, or that he enjoys doing little things for you here and there. he was perfectly content watching you from afar, doing what he could to see you smile whenever he got the chance. 
changbin always made it a point to call him a sucker for unrequited love. he wasn’t wrong. 
the two of you had decided to spread a blanket out on the floor, moving the coffee table out of the way to make room. the couch you had was nice for one person, but not nice enough for two people to sit comfortably for a prolonged amount of time.
chan had taken it upon himself to examine your shelf of dvd’s, and you silently thanked your mom for reminding you to plug your computer in earlier, that way you could play it on there. 
you had to stop yourself from scoffing too hard when chan pulled out a scary movie to watch.
on a stormy night? how cliché of him, you thought.
surprisingly, there wasn’t an ounce of awkwardness between the two of you as you watched the movie. you sat with your backs pressed against the couch, various snacks taking up space on the blanket as you both munched away. chan had moved some of the candles out to the living room, the glow of the flames bringing just a little more light into the space. you couldn’t help but steal glances at him as the movie progressed, a shadow casted on his face from the blanket he had draped over his head, his hands clutching it at his chest. 
you watched as he peeked out of the blanket during the scary parts, his nose sticking out of the blanket whenever he pulled it shut over his eyes. you almost wanted to lean over and kiss it.
wait. what were you even saying?
you shook your head, trying to bring yourself back to reality. you couldn’t be having thoughts about chan that way. he was a friend, and you knew that most of what he did was out of the kindness of his heart. that’s who he was.
you did your best to avoid looking at him for the rest of the movie, taking all of the willpower you had. however, you still found yourself making small glances out of the corner of your eye.
stupid, stupid, stupid.
“i don’t understand.” he said, shoving another gummy bear into his mouth as the end credits began to roll. “it’s always the same thing. the main girl has a nice friend who likes her, they get tangled up with the the guy that’s a jerk. and somehow, she always ends up with the jerk guy in the end.” he complained, shaking his head in disappointment. 
“even in the scary movies! like what the fuck is that?” 
you giggled at his seriousness. “see i knew you wouldn’t understand.” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he screwed his eyes shut jokingly.
“oh come on, that guy had plenty of chances to tell her how he felt. it’s his fault that the other guy beat him to it.”
chan opened his eyes to look at you, his expression unreadable as you reached for the pack of oreos in front of you. 
“so you think that if people have feelings, they should just come out and say it?”
you raised an eyebrow at him, uncertain of why you sensed a sudden shift in his demeanor in response to your comment. you noticed the way his eyes kept flicking between your lips and your eyes, making your ears turn red. 
“well, yeah. i just think that if you have feelings for someone then there’s no point in not letting them know. like, what’s worse, getting rejected or never telling them at all?” you said nonchalantly, taking a bite out of the cookie in your hand. 
chan chewed on his lip, nodding slowly at your answer. his gaze was focused on one of the candles, eyes following the flame back and forth as it swayed. 
for some reason, you could feel a certain amount of tension in the air. the room was suddenly hot, and you wondered if maybe it was because of the amount of candles that were lit, denying reality. chan was still clutching on to the blanket wrapped around him, his knuckles turning white.
you cleared your throat, intended to try and break the silence. “so... is there another movie you want to watch? maybe we can watch a good rom com since you’re so hung up on─”
“i like you.”
you blinked. 
your eyes were fixated on the side of chan’s head, his own gaze still stuck on one of the candles. the blood drained from your face, hands cold and clammy as your brain processed the words that had just come out of his mouth. 
“c-come on─“ you laughed, attempting to brush it off. “─don’t be dumb. what are you doing, trying to create your own scene to make yourself feel better?”
chan was looking at you now, and he could see on your face that your thoughts didn’t match your words. 
“i like you, y/n. actually. i really, really do.” 
chan stared at you expectantly, his eyes searching your face for any sign of disgust. there was none, but it was mostly because you couldn’t think with how hard your heart was beating inside your chest. 
you weren’t sure how to respond. you had only discovered the small feelings you held for him in your heart not even two hours ago. your head began to spin. 
“i-i need to use the bathroom.” you stammered, beginning to rise to your feet.
“wait let me help you─“
without thinking, you placed all your weight on your injured foot, your knees immediately buckling and sending you tumbling. you braced yourself for impact as the floor came closer, only to be stopped by the sound of a thud against chan’s chest.
you had toppled over him, his back against the couch as he held onto your arms tightly, your hands against his chest. you gulped at the feeling of his chest muscles beneath the material. your eyes were staring directly at his neck, and you noted the way you could feel his heart beating at a faster pace than normal.
just before you could begin to push yourself off of him, another flash of lightning followed by a crack of thunder sounded outside of your window.
the world had a funny way of messing with you.
like earlier, your hands instinctively balled into fists around chan’s sweatshirt, pulling yourself further into his chest out of fear. his hands tightened around your arms, giving you a reassuring squeeze in response.
slowly, you looked up at him. your eyes trailed from his neck up to his lips, they were parted slightly, his teeth just barely visible behind them. from there your gaze moved up the length of his nose, finally settling on his eyes, unreadable yet shining in the candlelight.
another flash of lightning lit up the sky, and before the thunder had a chance to scare you for the fourth time that night, chan dipped his head down and connected his lips with yours.
you didn’t hear the thunder. you didn’t jump as the sky boomed outside, the sound drowned out by the feeling of chan’s mouth on yours. it was soft and gentle, and you could feel his grip on your arms tighten even more. your eyes fluttered shut when he tilted his head, his mouth beginning to move at a pace that made your stomach fill with butterflies.
you were the first to pull away, your hand pressing against his chest, pushing softly.
he instantly pulled back, eyes wide as he stared at you apologetically. 
“i-i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to it’s just- i thought that maybe i could distract you to help with the fact that you were scared and i guess i got a little carried away─“ he panicked, mouth moving at a hundred miles per hour as he continued to try and justify himself.
your heart swelled, the admiration you had for him reaching its full capacity, threatening to spill over at any second.
what did you have to lose?
“kiss me again.”
this time, it was chan who blinked at you. 
his body tensed beneath you, your words making him freeze. he swallowed, lips parting as he struggled to respond. your eyes moved down to his mouth, noticing how swollen it was from being on yours. he watched you as your eyes traveled back up, giving him a look that said it’s okay.
that was all the permission he needed.
with more force than the storm outside, his lips crashed into yours, your mouths moving at a pace that was much more urgent than before. chan’s hands moved from your arms, coming up to cup your jaw on either side of your face as you tightened your grip on his hoodie. 
you gasped when you felt his tongue swipe across your bottom lip. he groaned when you opened your mouth almost immediately, your tongues connecting. he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, using his hands to tilt your head backwards slightly. his movements were hungry, and you could feel the pit of your stomach beginning to tighten.
almost as if he read your mind, his hands began to move from your jaw, slowly sliding down your neck, and then to your shoulders, making his way down your back. he grabbed your hips firmly, pulling your body into a sitting position. you were straddling him, your knees on either side of him. with your head above his now, it was your turn to cup his jaw, his head falling back against the couch cushions as you took the lead.
his hands rested on your thighs, the pads of his thumbs rubbing circles into them. your pajama shorts had ridden up your legs significantly, his hands exploring every inch of the exposed skin. you could feel the wetness beginning to form in your underwear, the air making the fabric cold against your core. 
chan’s bulge was noticeable through his sweatpants, and you moaned into his mouth when you felt the material rub against you. chan pulled away from the kiss, attaching his lips to your neck instead as he slipped his fingers under the material of your sweater, holding your hips.
you shivered at the touch, your head falling back as he sucked and licked circles into the side of your neck. 
he hummed in response, the vibration on your neck making you clench around nothing, your core beginning to ache as it begged for some kind of touch. 
“please. n-need you.” you gasped, feeling his teeth nip at your skin. he stopped, head coming up to look at you. you whined at the sudden loss of contact.
“are you sure?” he asked. “we don’t have to do this.” 
you stared at him for a moment, admiring the way the light of the candles flickered across his face. you placed your hands on his shoulders before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his jaw, dropping your hips and grinding against his hard on.
“oh fuck.” he moaned, his hands immediately gripping your hips tightly to stop you. “don’t do that.” he hissed through gritted teeth. 
you bit your lip and pushed down into him again without warning, his hips bucked upwards to meet you halfway.
“god i could cum right now just being with you like this.” 
his words sent a shiver down your spine, the knot in your stomach getting tighter as you felt your wetness grow. you leaned into his shoulder, your lips just barely grazing his ear.
“i like you too.” you whispered.
chan had you flipped onto your back before you could process what was happening. your breath hitched in your throat when you felt one of his hands cup the back of your knee and the other in the small of your back, holding you flush against his body as he pushed up and turned the both of you over.
he held your head up with one hand and slid a pillow under it with the other. his movements were gentle, but his eyes had darkened, lust clouding his pupils as he stared down at you from above. he was positioned on his knees in between your legs now. he placed one hand next to your ear, leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to the middle of your forehead. he did the same to your nose, and then to each of your cheeks, before finally planting one on your lips. 
another crash of thunder sounded, and upon feeling you jump he laced his free hand with yours, bringing it up to his lips and placing a kiss on your knuckles as well. 
“i’m here.”
you reached up with one hand and gripped the back of his neck, yanking his head down to attach your lips to his. you both moaned into the kiss as he lowered himself onto his elbows, his body brushing up against yours as he avoided putting all of his weight on you. his tongue found yours again as the both of you tangled yourselves together, your mouths hungry with desire. 
his hand let go of yours and disappeared under your sweatshirt, slowly moving its way up your torso. he hooked his thumb underneath the band of your sports bra, lifting the material over your breasts. he immediately began massaging them, the strain against his own boxers getting worse with each moan that came out of your mouth. 
“off.” you managed to say, hands tugging at the hem of his sweatshirt. he obliged, sitting up slightly to remove both his sweatshirt and the shirt under it, tossing them to the side. your eyes traveled over his torso, the sight of his toned chest and defined abs making you gulp. your hands came up to touch him, gliding over his skin and tracing the indents that his abs made on his stomach. 
he laughed softly, leaning down and connecting your lips once more. you gasped when he pinched one of your nipples in between his pointer and his thumb, rolling the hard nub around and sending chills throughout your body. 
he pulled your sweater and your sports bra over your head at the same time, throwing the garments in the same direction as his own hoodie. chan wasted no time in connecting his mouth to your breasts, your back arching when you felt his tongue begin to circle over your hardened nipples. you moaned beneath him as he sucked on one, his hand massaging the other.
your core was aching, underwear wet and sticky with arousal as you bucked your hips upwards, looking for some sort of friction. chan noticed this, and he quickly shifted gears and began leaving a trail of kisses down your body.
you froze when his mouth made it to the hem of your pajama shorts, a small kiss being placed right under your belly button. with his eyes locked on yours he slowly began pulling down the material of your shorts, the cold air on your wet underwear causing you to shiver. chan lay flat on his chest so that he was eye-level with your core, licking his lips as he observed how wet you were for him. 
you’d never seen chan like this before, his face blank and eyes full of hunger as he stared at your body. you could feel your cheeks beginning to get red, your arms hurrying to block off your torso from his gaze. he stopped you, pulling your arms back open.
“don’t do that. i’ve been waiting for so long to have you in front of me like this.” he said lowly, his words coming out in almost a growl. his eyes scanned over your body, glossing over when his gaze finally fell onto your core. 
he lowered his head, pressing kisses to the inside of your thighs, his arms wrapped around either leg. you inhaled sharply when he ran a finger across your slit, the tip of his pointer finger just barely grazing your clit. you clenched in response, his hands quickly moving to pull the fabric down your legs. 
to say that chan knew what he was doing was an understatement. it was embarrassing how loud you moaned as soon as his tongue connected with your clit, lapping against it as you squirmed and writhed beneath him. his arms locked around your thighs, hands gripping your knees as he held your legs open, his strength preventing you from pulling them together.
“fuck.” he sucked on your clit gently, one of his digits rubbing against your entrance. you practically scooted yourself onto his finger, moaning at the feeling of finally having something to clench around. 
chan moaned into you at the feeling of your pussy wrapping around his fingers, the vibrations causing your hands to grab onto his hair as he slipped another finger in and began pumping them in and out of you. 
“god yes, just like that.” you cried, your back arching as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. 
“come on baby, cum for me.” he said, pulling away from your clit for a moment. he curled his fingers slightly, hitting right up against the hard nub of flesh inside of you. you came undone on his fingers, a string of profanities leaving your mouth as he let you ride out your high on his hand. he bent down to lick his fingers and any other remnants of your arousal, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand once he was done.
you gaped at him, admiring how sexy he looked with his hair rumpled from where your hands had gripped it, lips pink and swollen. your eyes traveled down to where the tent in his pants was straining against him. 
chan wrapped his arms under you, pulling you up into a kneeling position before kissing you again. you moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue, your hand instinctively moving to cup the bulge in his pants. his cock twitched in response.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, tongues still intertwined as you spun around, pushing him down slightly so that he was sitting with his back against the couch again. pulling away from the kiss, you let your mouth trail down his jaw, and then to his neck, over his chest and abs, before you stopped at the band of his sweatpants. you hooked your fingers around his pants and boxers and pulled, chan lifting his butt off the ground slightly to help you remove them. 
your eyes went wide as he sprung free from his boxers, his length making a slapping noise as it smacked against his stomach. you gulped, wrapping your hand around his shaft. he twitched in your hand, a small groan escaping his lips. 
you brought your head down, mouth enveloping the tip of his cock as your hand pumped up and down. he threw his head back against the couch, his hand coming to rest in your hair.
“fuck, y/n.” he moaned. he knew he wasn’t going to last long, with the way his cock was hitting the back of your throat while your head bobbed up and down, your ass in the air on full display as you sat on your hands and knees to suck him off. 
he practically threw you off of him when he felt you gag around him, the sensation almost pushing him over the edge. you crawled towards him with a smirk on your face, placing both of your knees on either side of him as you hovered over his lap. 
“trying to make me cum without even getting to fuck you?” he teased, his hands cupping your ass. he lowered you slightly, the leftover spit on his dick mixed with your own wetness causing him to glide against your slit. 
“oh fuck, chan.” you moaned, throwing your head back as he began licking circles on your neck. chan smirked at the way he could feel your body trembling, yearning for him to be inside of you as he continued to grind you onto the length of his dick.
“tell me what you want.” he whispered into you neck.
“i want you to─ah, fuck.” you nearly cried at the way he lifted his hips up into you, the tip of his member sliding across your clit with just the right amount of pressure.
“tell me princess.” he said again, this time his eyes were staring into yours, waiting for an answer.
“i want to hear you say it.” he growled, your vision going blurry as he kept gliding himself across your clit.
“i w-want you to fuck me.” you breathed out. “please fuck me.”
chan’s cock twitched against you, and he grunted as he flipped the two of you once more, laying you on your back again. you watched as he spit into his hand, pumping his length a few times to coat it well enough before he placed both of his elbows on either side of your head and lowered himself.
his eyes were softer now as he stared at you, and he quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead. “i’ll go slow.” he reassured, smiling softly when you nodded your head at him. 
you felt his tip rub up against your entrance, you gasped, waiting for him to begin pushing into you. he moved slowly, the feeling of your walls engulfing every inch of him caused a moan to escape your lips. 
chan dropped his head onto your shoulder, his jaw clenching as he tried to restrain himself. you hissed when he finally pushed completely into you, the skin of his stomach pressing up against your clit. 
“you okay?” he asked, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. you nodded, adjusting yourself slightly as you got used to his length. once you felt like you were okay, you squeezed his arm, signaling for him to move.
chan pulled out slowly. “oh my god.” he moaned, burying his head into your neck. without warning, you wrapped your legs around his torso, driving your heels into the small of his back as you forced him into you. 
you both moaned loudly. “don’t─” he started, his breathing ragged. “─do that. i’m trying not to cum in five seconds.” 
you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“hurry up and fuck me.”
chan wasted no time in creating a steady pace, his hips moving back and forth as he thrusted in and out of you. the feeling of him inside of you was better than anything you could have ever imagined. 
“i’ve wanted to do this. since the moment i first saw you.” he mumbled, words choppy as he continued to thrust himself into you. you moaned, thinking about all the times you’d had to stop yourself from staring at the way chan’s shirts sometimes hugged the outline of his muscles. your hands moved across his biceps, squeezing them as they tensed with every thrust.
“you’re so fucking beautiful.” he moaned, dipping his head down and sucking on your nipple. you arched your back, the feeling of his mouth on your breast and his tip hitting you in all the right places sending your brain into overdrive. 
you could feel yourself nearing your climax, your fingernails digging into the skin on his back. chan grunted, hooking one hand under your knee and bringing your leg up towards him, deepening his thrusts. 
“fuck!” you moaned, scratching at his back. “i’m c-close.” you whimpered, planting sloppy kisses onto his shoulder.
“come on baby, cum with me.” 
his words were enough to send you over the edge, you clenched around him as you came undone, the feeling causing him to release into you at the same time. moans filled the room as you both rode out your highs, chan’s thrusts becoming sloppy as he came. 
chan held himself up by his arms, his breathing heavy and small beads of sweat forming along his forehead as he tried to relax his body. you reached up, pushing his hair back away from his face. your eyes met, and for a brief moment you saw genuine happiness behind his expression. chan giggled, dropping his head. 
“i can’t believe we just did that.”
after helping you get cleaned up, you and chan returned to the blanket on the floor. he laid on his back facing the ceiling with you on his chest, your arm draped across his torso. you were only wearing his hoodie as you traced shapes into his still shirtless chest, the hand he had wrapped around you rubbing the small space of your back. 
the thunder had seemed to subside by now, only the sounds of rain tapping against your window remained. the storm seemed to be calming down.
“hmm.” he hummed back, eyes closed with a small smile permanently planted on his lips as his other arm rested behind his head.
“do you believe me now? that’s it’s better to confess instead of keeping your feelings to yourself?” you asked quietly.
chan lifted his head to look down at you, but was only met with a view of the top of your head. he curled the arm that was wrapped around you, pushing you up and over so that you were laying with your stomach pressed against his. 
you stared up at him, his eyes glistening as he looked at you, a hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. he could feel his heart doubling in size the longer he admired you, happiness threatening to cause his heart to explode.
he leaned forward, pressing a long and sweet kiss to your lips. 
“i do.”
you smiled at him, putting your head down and pressing your cheek against his bare chest. you sighed contently when both of his arms wrapped around you, draping a blanket over your shoulders as he cuddled you into his chest. 
you had almost dozed off when the sound of his laughter filled your ears, his body shaking you. “oh god.”
“what?” you asked, picking your head up. 
still laughing, chan turned his phone that he held in his hand towards you, your eyes going wide as you read the messages on the screen. 
let’s just say that they were sent while the two of you were, well, busy.
[changbin, 8:32p.m.]
for fuck’s sake can the two of you keep it down
[changbin, 8:38p.m.]
it’s about fucking time.
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