aeyla

[aeyla]

🖇️📁 𝐒𝐊𝐙 … 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, do not interact if you’re under 18

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, semi-public sex, dry humping, oral (female receiving)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: ...or how skz likes to kiss you inside and outside of the bedroom! swear this was meant to be pure fluff but my finger slipped oops 😮‍💨 ngl i got kinda carried away so this is extremely nsfw - sorry, i can’t help myself when it comes to these pussy munchers 

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

his favourite past time is making out with you

so you best believe he goes all in

no way he’s half assing it

loves slow, lazy makeouts at night when he’s all tired and stressed from work, forgetting all his worries as soon as he gets your pretty lips on his

sits with you on your little worn out sofa, arm slung around the back of it to keep you tucked into his side, jaw working your mouth open

real slow and gentle with it, groaning into your mouth when you nip and sigh cutely against him - hands bunching up his shirt to pull him even closer into you

could sit with you like that for hours

and when you break away to suggest going to bed cause you both have to be up early the next day, he just chases after your swollen lips with a pout on his face, muttering ‘just five more minutes’ before shoving his tongue down your throat again

and five minutes always turns into another half hour with this guy

he just can’t get enough of you :(

FOREHEAD KISSES!!

also loves to give you little pecks on your neck and behind your ear whenever you’re cuddling

and will blow raspberries against your skin like the little shit he is

you better believe he pours every ounce of love he has for you into every little kiss

especially when he has your legs wrapped around his waist with his cock bumping into your cunt

lets out the filthiest groans and grunts into your mouth and doesn’t leave you alone for a minute, eating up all your little gasps for air

you’ll literally have to force this guy off you 

“chan honey, i can’t breathe.”

“i’m sorry 🥺 you just taste so good 🥺🥺🥺”

he’s obsessed

this guy just has to keep his mouth busy or else he’ll go insane

not able to keep his lips to himself

they’ll be attached to your tits, collarbones, neck; literally everywhere, licking and nipping at the pretty skin when you sink down painfully slow on his dick, hitting so deep inside you it knocks the wind out of you

he mostly does it to muffle his needy whimpers, strong arms arms snaking around your waist to pull you even closer to his chest, so close you’re practically one

and with every sink of his teeth in your skin and desperate hump of his hips - nudging his cock even deeper into your tight, hot cunt - has you trembling in his arms, brain cloudy and fogged and full of him

hardly able to do anything but sit pretty on his cock and take it, gasping and whining and clawing at him

until his lips are making their way back up to your neck, pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips just as you finally cream on his length, spurring a few more desperate thrusts of his own until he’s pumping you full

and your sweet little whimpers don’t even get a chance to slip past your lips before they’re being swallowed up by him

extremely gentle with you afterwards, pulling his softening cock out of your warmth and shushing your whine when his cum gushes out of you and onto your thighs

pressing a few more heated kisses against your mouth before they’re back on your chest, kissing the marks he left better

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

good luck getting this guy to kiss you in public

number one hater of pda

loves riling you up and watching as you tug on his arm to get his attention, a cute whine leaving you when he doesn’t so much as spare you a second glance

he just wants to see you beg first :(

but the second he sees a little pout thrown his way and your eyes staring up at him all needy and pretty he’s f o l d i n g

he gets so carried away too

so you won’t be able to even give him a little kiss throughout the day cause as soon as you try to walk away he’s pulling you back flush against his chest, ignoring your protests before planting his lips onto yours - hand stroking the curve of your back making you melt into him

and he loves seeing that dumb fucking look on your face when he slowly pulls away, eyes hyper focused on his lips and itching to kiss them until they’re bruised and swollen and only craving you

“if you’re gonna kiss me at least do it right.”

yeah he just can’t help himself when it comes to you

gets to the point where you’ll have to leave the house without even saying goodbye to him cause you know you’ll end up in his lap with your skirt bunched around your waist, his pretty lips working you up for the next half hour if you do

loses his mind whenever you wear lipgloss

loves the sight of your lipstick stain all over his face whenever you makeout, tasting your strawberry lipgloss on his tongue, sticky and pretty pink

he’s all over them whenever he’s stretching you out nice and good around his cock

quietens your desperate gasps of pleasure with a rough kiss, all open-mouthed and sloppy as he fucks up into you

telling you to stfu or he’ll stop

but you just can’t help yourself when he’s so big and hitting so deep 

he’ll reach down and rub his fingers against your nub as you close in around his length - panting into the kiss as you deepen it even more, tongue pushing into his mouth and lapping up his taste

king of lip biting!!

takes your bottom lip between his teeth when he feels you’re too far gone, eyes unfocused and dazed as you struggle to keep yourself grounded, hands all over his back, arms ass - anywhere you can reach

just to feel

and his little tug on your lips has you coming back to reality, cunt pulsing and hot as he slows inside of you, pulling away just to ask,

“you okay baby? sure you can take what i’m giving you? looks like you’re lost in that pretty little head yours.” and he’s sososo smug about it

you can do nothing but pull him back to your lips, just wanting him to shut up and fuck you like he means it, making him grunt into your mouth as he brings his hips back to their wild pace

likes playing with your clit when he’s inside you too, soaking his fingers up in your wetness just to bring them up to your mouth not a second later

and you just can’t stop bouncing on his cock, moaning lewdly when he shoves them between your lips, kissing and sucking on the digits in desperate need

nearly nuts right then and there when your eyes roll into the back of your head from tasting yourself, pulling them out just to replace them with his mouth - tasting your pussy on his tongue

makes his cock swell up even more 

and it won’t be long until he’s panting your insides with sticky, white ropes of cum

his mouth continuing to eat up your begs

𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

wishes kissing you all day paid a mortgage cause if it did that man would have you TORTURED 

he’s just a simple man

and he has one simple ideology

pretty lips / they’re gonna get kissed

and what is he supposed to do when you have the prettiest lips ever

just begging to be kissed

bro will have your lipgloss LICKED off you

he’s so playful with it

likes to squish your cheeks between his fingers and kiss your pouted lips over and over until you literally have to fight him off

he’s so annoying

the only form of currency this guy accepts is in the form of kisses

YOUR kisses

so if you ever want smth this guy will make you beg for it

doesn’t matter if you’re in public

this fucker gets a kick out of embarrassing you

points at his puckered lips and giggles like a little shit until you finally roll your eyes and give in

and he just can’t help himself but get so lost in the sweet taste of you that he’ll forget you’re in the middle of the fucking mall and full on making out with you

and laughs hysterically when you get scolded by a worker

such a brat istg

but how can you not possibly give him what he wants when he’s looking at you all 🥺

likes kissing you all slow and sloppy on his off days, cozied up in his bed and completely wrapped up in him - his clothes, his arms, his lips coaxing pretty sounds from you

pulls away every now and then just leave a few more tired pecks against your lips - smiling all smitten against them and pulling you even tighter into him

has to keep his lips busy or he’ll crash tf out

l i v e s for fucking you on his studio chair, sweat and gasps filling up your senses as his cock hits all those sweet spongy spots inside you - watching your head loll back and your eyes roll into the back of your skull - and what’s a man to do when the skin of your neck is looking so delicious and kissable

he’ll be groaning and grunting and muttering the most vile shit into the crook of your neck, sweet kisses being placed on your jaw as he soaks up all your sighs

loves seeing your pretty tits all marked up

and can feel himself get hard again when he sees them once he empties himself inside of you

definitely nuts as soon as you mark him up

this man literally makes out with your pussy

all messy and full of spit and cum and he just gets absolutely lost in you

pulls away now and again to kiss the inside of your thigh, leaning his cheek against it after to look up at you

and just loves how easy he’s able to make you fall apart on his tongue

watching your chest heave and hands claw at the bedsheets, looking for anything to ground your fucked out form before his fingers are intertwining with his own, urging you to meet his pretty eyes

“you okay sweetheart? haven’t even got you on my cock yet and look at you.”

and as soon as you nod numbly he’s diving straight back in, nose bumping and leaving hot open-mouthed kissing against your cunt - coaxing all those sobs and whimpers out of you like your pussy was made for him

𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

staying strong on my tease!hyunjin agenda 🗣️🗣️🗣️

likes to brush his lips against your own as if he’s gonna kiss you, only to tut mockingly before pulling back just when you melt into him

just to see the cute way you try to chase his lips with your own

bro thinks its the funniest thing ever when you huff and try to walk away

before he’s pulling you back against his chest and silencing your complaints with a long, needy kiss

and before he knows it you’ve got him completely wrapped around your finger

cause he’s so head empty and all he can think about is the feel and taste of your sweet lips against his own

so when you even try to pull away he’s whining and chasing after you, begging you to just ditch your plans for the day and just makeout with him

and he will not stop annoying you until you finally cave

but if you decide to ignore him and leave him alone he will nonstop call and text you

“baby when are you getting home? i miss youuuu.”

and you just have to laugh cause he’s so unknowingly smitten for you

he just gets so drunk on your lips

if you go over two hours without seeing eachother he’s all over you

those lips will be KISSED believe me

he’s ready for your kiss no matter what

have you seen those lips

that shit is moisturised af

HAND PLACEMENT!!

likes to keep a hand tangled in your hair, titling your head slightly as he works your jaw open even more, breathing deeply and nipping at your bottom lip - his other hand laying flat on the curve of your spine, keeping you pressed tight against him

another to lose complete control, every time you guys makeout it’ll end with him inside you without fail

doesn’t matter where you are

he’s completely unhinged whenever he gets off stage after a performance 

all sweaty and full of adrenaline and soso desperate for you

you swear he’s never looked hotter

he zeroes in on you the second he steps into the room, ignoring anyone and everyone trying to get in his way

and you don’t even have time to congratulate him before he’s pressing into you - a long moan being grunted against your lips the second he gets a taste of you and your sweet mixture of lipgloss and cranberry soda - the hard erection of his cock bumping against your tummy

and he b e g s you to follow him into an empty dressing room or some tightly spaced supply closet, cause he feels like he’s gonna go insane and the feel of your lips moaning and panting against him is enough to work him up even more - bulge pressing hotly in the confines of his pants

bro does not wear underwear so he just whips it out the second he gets you alone

and as soon as he bottoms out inside of you you’re whimpering and withering against the wall he has you propped up on, squeezing your thighs from where they rested on his hips

and he can’t do much to quieten down your begs but press his lips against your own, swallowing up all your cries as he fucks up into you - drunk on the warmth of your hot cunt

“you’re gonna have to be quiet for me pretty girl, don’t want anyone else hearing those cute moans.”

gets so much in his own head and can’t think straight when you’re clamping down on him so snugly

he wouldn’t be able to escape even if he wanted to

so he finds it hard to keep kissing you, telling you to bury your face in his neck to muffle your cries

and there’s just lipstick and bite marks plastered all over him and he just knows his makeup artist is gonna be tearing her hair out tryna cover them all up later

gives you a final long kiss when he cums so deep inside you, grunting like a whore and your name falling off his lips like a prayer as he taints your insides with his seed

he just can’t wait to have you riding his dick later, letting out all those pretty noises you want

𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

obsessed 

smitten

head over heels

whatever word there is to describe, its how han jisung feels about your lips

so it’s no surprise he just can’t help himself and keep his lips to himself

THE GOAT OF PDA

he couldn’t give a shit if you’re in public, this guy will sneak in a kiss any chance he gets

and you’ll have to scold him every time cause before you know it he’s completely kissed all your makeup off

but what’s a girl to do when your boyfriend is looking at you all needy and begging for attention

and you just can’t resist cause have you seen this mans lips??

bro is a babygirl and has a babygirl type pout on his face permanently 

he goes too far with it every time though

to the point where the other boys boo and throw imaginary rotten tomatoes at you and tell you to get a room

and he’s just like :)

and drags you away to kiss you some more

his fav activity hands down

hands will be ALL OVER YOU

on your ass, messing up your hair, dipping under your skirt - you name it, his hands are exploring it

and you’ll have to shoo him away every time cause he’ll just get too carried away and try to finger you in public

he’s such a sucker™ for you 

he just about melts whenever you’re the first to initiate a kiss/makeout

he’s all over you 24/7 so to see you chasing after him, all needy and cute whines is a big ego boost

he won’t be able to keep up his smug act for long though before you’re tugging him down by his shirt, an embarrassingly loud groan being choked out against your lips the second he feels your tongue licking and kissing away at him - and you’d roll your eyes at how desperate he’s being if you weren’t so busy tryna slip your hands into his pants

he’s such a needy boy so whenever he gets too overstimulated he’ll beg you to kiss him, his cock all red and swollen in your hand - leaking with precum and just begging you to finally sit on it

and he just wants to stay grounded and focused, his pretty eyes all teary looking up at him, heavy pants into your mouth when you lean down and work his lips open with your tongue

and he’s letting out the sluttiest little whimpers, bucking up into the hand fisted around his dick

small fucked out begs of “please angel, just move your hand, suck me off, sit on my dick - anything. i’ll take anything, just do something.”

and he just sounds so ruined the only thing you can do is smile mockingly against his lips, thumb pressing down on the slit of his cockhead causing him to tremble in your hold

by the time you’re done with him he’s all sticky and used, and he can barely respond to your comforting kiss

whimpering into it when your small praise of “you did so well sungie,” hits his ears

whenever he’s eating you out he’ll leave little pecks against the plush skin of your thighs to work you up, watching the way your pussy glistens so prettily the closer he gets

he’s fucking gone the second he clamps his mouth down on your pussy, eyes rolling into the back of his head and whining as the taste of you invades all his senses

plants a big messy kiss against your cunt before eating you out like a man starved 

someone feed him

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

soft boy™

loves loves loves kissing you in the morning

he thinks you’ve never looked prettier

with your hair all disheveled and eyes all sleepy, throwing him a tired smile as you cuddle into his side

and morning breath be damned cause he just can’t help himself from titling your head towards him, humming into your mouth as he leaves a loving kiss against it

doesn’t matter if he as work in an hour, he will take his time loving on you, ensuring every kiss he places is as meaningful as possible

kisses your eyelids, your forehead, your fingertips

anywhere he can reach

the way he kisses you is so affectionate each and every time, as if he’s silently telling you how much he loves you

he knows you have him wrapped around your finger, time slowing to a stop every time his lips come in contact with your own

and he’d rather be no where else, the slow buzz of the traffic outside droning on in the background as his lips capture yours again and again, snuggling you deeper into the sheets

kisses you as if you are both disconnected from the rest of the world

gets soso huffy whenever his phone dings while he’s lost in you, silencing it without even breaking away from you and you’re like

“lix, you were meant to be in work an hour ago.”

“just another minute.”

and you can’t even fight him on it cause his lips are so soft and addicting and you swear you could stay like this all day

literally will only pull away if chan barges in and tells him to get his ass into the studio already

oops

will not regret a thing though

will spend the rest of the day thinking about you and your pretty lips

all over you whenever he’s drunk

literally can’t help himself from kissing you any chance he gets, changbin will have to hold him back - reminding him you’re all in public and it probably isn’t approbate to corner your girlfriend against the wall and kiss her like no ones watching

and he’s just like ‘idccc, i just wanna kiss my pretty baby 😩😩😩”

acts like he’ll die if you don’t kiss him every five minutes

and will not do ANYTHING you ask until he’s rewarded with your sweet lips

gets so giggly and can’t stop smiling into your kisses

he’s so head over heels for you

and it shows in the way he fucks you too

even when he’s stretching you out all nice, he’s still so gentle with it

shushing your cries inbetween heated kisses, and leaving small pecks to the side of your head when he finally buries his cock to the hilt inside you - swearing you’re doing so well for him

extremely vocal

and no matter how much you tell him to stfu cause you’re sharing the dorm with the other boys he just won’t listen

letting out the prettiest mewls when you grind your cunt down onto his cock

so you’ll just have no choice but to eat up his noises, finding it hard to keep up with his needy tongue fucking coupled with the desperate, sloppy thrusts of his hips

could absolutely waste the day away on your lips :(

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

tries his absolute hardest to keep up his little tsundere act up

but the second you lean into him all teasingly, looking up at him beneath your lashes before planting those sweet lips against his own - he’s kicking his feet and twiddling his thumbs like a fucking schoolgirl 😭

can’t help but hum into your mouth, pulling you even closer against his chest and titling your head up to get better access to your kisses

and when you pull away he wouldn’t be able to fight off the coy smile that takes over his face

until he overhears hyunjin and changbin teasing him about how cute he looks when he’s in love

istg he tries to fight them

and god the amount of kisses it takes to subdue this man is criminal

but you eventually manage to convince him to not murder his hyungs, at least not in public

truly not into your small, little chaste kisses

loves his makeouts to be as hot and messy as possible, just wants to feel you fall apart in his hold

likes it when you take care of him when he’s had a bad day, sitting him down on your sofa and coaxing yourself on his lap

lets his head hang back against the back of the couch and eyes slip shut as your fingers massage through his tangled hair, lips painting his neck in marks before making your way up to his face, kissing away the stressed furrow between his brows

all the while whispering pretty words of praise

and with every kiss you leave against him he can feel the hot stiffening of his cock against your cunt

just loves having you sit pretty for him in his lap, quick to rid you both of your clothes to feel your bare pussy drag against his cock with every hump of your hips, groans and sighs being gasped into your sloppy kiss

and he’s more than happy to eat up every little noise you let you, every whimper from when his dick bumps into your entrance, nipping when you whine a little too loud - making sure to leave them all swollen and bruised with his need

his favourite type of kisses is when you’re stuffed full of cock

his lips will be everywhere all at once, just absolutely depraved and trying to urge more of those needy moans from your parted lips

likes kissing you when you can barely respond, watching in excitement when your eyes loll to the back of your head and tongue hangs slightly out of your mouth, legs trembling and back arching - feeling the tight fit of his dick pressing into his snug walls just begging you to gush around him

gasped whines not even getting the chance to breath before they’re being swallowed by his hungry kisses

bro eats all that shit up!!

and you can barely keep up with all his licking, teasing, biting - too focused on the movement of his hips fucking into you

and he’s sososo mean about it

“c’mon baby, not even gonna kiss me back? think i at least deserve it for making you feel so good.”

“gonna finally kiss me if i make you cum?”

and his words are just so nasty, laughing when you can do nothing but sob so beautifully, the stretch of his cock being just on the verge of a bit too much

but you wanna fight him on it so bad

cutting his laughing short when you drag him down by his dangling chain to press a hot kiss to his open mouth, legs wrapping around his waist even tighter to press his cock impossibly deeper inside of you

and he can’t even help but chuckle into your mouth like the bastard he is, dick finally hitting that familiar spot inside you, so deep and snug it has you twitching around him

and he’ll just keep kissing you as you cum around him

sometimes when he’s being extra mean to you he’ll kiss your forehead after, planting a soft one on your nose then your lips

telling how much of a good girl you were

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

worships the ground you walk upon istg

sometimes he thinks he’s coming onto you too strong so he tries to hold himself back when he’s kissing you 

but the second you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him firmly against you, fingers playing with the small hairs at the bottom of his neck, he just about loses it

always afraid to kiss you first so he leaves it up to you

and god he kisses so good

smiles into it and toys with the end of your pretty little skirt, nipping occasionally at your bottom lip to pull a gasp out of you

and you’re just like 🤨🤨 who taught you to kiss this good mf

genuinely think he’d be the best kisser in skz

he just takes his time with you

makes you feel so comforted and protected in his arms

bro will not leave for work until he makes sure you’ve been kissed all over, no matter how late he is

and he just spends the whole day unfocused, thinking about getting home to you and kissing you until you’re just as obsessed as he is

will n e v e r kiss you in front of the others though

treats you like a homie

guy held your hand once and never heard the end of it

probably got walked in on by changbin or smth while making out with you and got teased relentlessly

didn’t kiss you for a month straight after

he’s such a hermit and wraps himself up in his room all day playing video games

and the only way to get his attention is planting yourself pretty on his lap when he’s lounging on his gaming chair, doe eyes looking up at you all confused and lips parted ready to ask you what tf you think you’re doing before you’re shoving your tongue down his throat 

and you swear his controller nearly broke from how quick he flung that shit to grab fistful of your ass instead

ignoring his teammates shouts over the headset as he dies in whatever fuckass game he’s playing

he doesn’t care, all he can focus on is you, on his lap, working your pretty lips against his own

his kisses become so eager and rushed whenever he’s in the mood

you could be making ramen in the kitchen at 2am and this guy will pop a boner

presses himself up against you, his hard cock fitting perfectly between the crevice of your ass as he leaves sloppy kisses on the back of your neck, working his way up to your jaw

and he’ll never just ask you to fuck, he’ll just grind against you like a little bitch until you finally allow him to finally push your panties to the side and nudge into you

buries his head into the crook of your neck when he bottoms out - planting long kisses against your back from were he has you bent over - all pretty and keening for him

soaking up all your soft gasps and mewls, whimpering a mixture of his name and endless pleas as it all becomes a little too much 

© 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.

[aeyla]

SKZ Recs (NSFW)

As a chronic fanfic reader, I have a lot of recommendations. So, these are the ones I think about the most. All of them include smut, so they're 18+. Red text indicates fics on AO3. Go support these amazing authors!! Enjoy!! <3

Bang Chan 

The SKZ house @writeonwhiskey (Chan x reader x Hyunjin…SKZ but make it a frat… and also sexy) 

Silent cry @j-0ne25 (Fake dating/friends to lovers, live laugh hurt comfort… emphasis on the hurt) 

Love is intuitive @skzonthebrain (forbidden love and angst… so emotional and loving <3) 

Kinktober Day 8 @dreaming-medium (breeding, best friend, fake dating, so sweet and spicy) 

Summer in Seoul @writeonwhiskey (strangers to lovers, summer love, spicy and romantic) 

Saturday mornings @skzdarlings (Chan/reader/Seungmin where Seungmin is an absolute menace that gets reader in trouble… dom Chan is so good in this one omg) 

It’s cold out @therhythmafterthesummer (roommate Chan is going through his rut… oops there’s more ABO on this list than I realized sorry not sorry) 

Bodyguard: The first guard @skzdarlings (A sequel to the bodyguard, an ongoing work that has elements of enemies to lovers and great, in-depth world building and character development)

However you want it, lover-lover @cbini (you ask your bf Chan to step on you after watching spicy edits of him on tiktok omg)

More than just friends @kwanisms (roommate Chan is entering his rut... he's usually able to control himself but this time you're ovulating. sprinkle some brat taming in here as well and it's so delicious)

Lee Know 

The Experience Project @leeknowsallyoursecrets (Enemies to lovers Lee Know, really good plot and relationship building!) 

Sanguis Limerence @jl-micasea-fics (Vampire OT8, Lee Know x Reader x Chan, SUPER good world building, especially in their sequel with the backstories… I was so invested. And it’s super hot)

Barb Wired Brat @roseykat (BDSM Lee Know with reader going into subspace… awakened things in me) 

Audience @gimmeurtmi (2 min, wet dreams, exhibitionism, degradation… yeah) 

Well Shit @2chopsticks2eyes (Brother’s best friend, inexperienced reader, enemies to lovers and fwb… literally so good) 

Sea May Rise, Sky May Fall @skzms (Lee Know x Reader x Han, complete series, Pirate AU with beautiful world building, in-depth characters and GREAT smut. One of my all time favs)

rsvp @cbini (teasing dom vampire boyfriend Minho and you get the punishment you deserve... brat taming and so so so sexy like it's insane)

Changbin 

 The accidental acquisition of sugar @skzdarlings (accidental sugar daddy Changbin x reader that’s absolutely hilarious with great smut) 

Valentine’s series ‘do you really think you’re in a position to give orders’) @skzdarlings (forbidden love/romeo & juliet style but with gun play… um this was so hot tho) 

Close your eyes (...And count to seven) @MysteryBird (Possessive gang leader bf! Changbin that you’re trying to piss off by sleeping with the other members… 100k+ words and so delicious) 

Hyunjin 

Praise kink Hyunjin @dreaming-medium (A kinktober fic, enemies to lovers detective Hyunjin… absolutely delicious) 

Snowed In @moonjxsung (really artistic, heartfelt, and beautifully written)  

Jury’s still out @straywrds (rivals to hooking up/hate sex… super spicy and hot) 

Dressing down @jl-micasea-fics (shopping trip with best friend Hyunjin turns out spicy ahh the chemistry) 

Four of wands @straywrds (beautifully crafted story I was so immersed in!! witch Hyunjin and sex magick, the characters have so much depth! crazy tension)

Han 

Watch your six  @dreaming-medium (sensory deprivation kinktober ah this is engraved in my brain) 

The same but different @skzdarlings (ahh hanlix fairy au where they’re linked with great world building and is so funny… I maybeee think about this every day) 

Sea May Rise, Sky May Fall @skzms (Lee Know x Reader x Han, complete series, Pirate AU with beautiful world building, in-depth characters and GREAT smut. One of my all time favs)

Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion (SIMP) @leeknowsallyoursecrets (Spin-off series to the experience project! Jisung x reader enemies/academic rivals to lovers in which they’re both anonomously sexting each other on discord without knowing who’s on the other end of the screen!!! top tier level tension)

Felix 

The bodyguard @skzdarlings (Forced proximity, enemies to lovers, had me SUPER invested and made me cry) 

The same but different @skzdarlings (ahh hanlix fairy au where they’re linked with great world building and is so funny… I maybee think about this every day) 

Snap out of it @2baabbies (Felix gives you the option to either go home with your shitty boyfriend or go home with him at the end of the night ahhh!!) 

Seungmin 

Bet on it @skzonthebrain (Academic rivals, enemies to lovers and such good tension/chemistry) 

Audience @gimmeurtmi (2 min, wet dreams, exhibitionism, degradation… yeah) 

Saturday mornings @skzdarlings (Chan/reader/Seungmin where Seungmin is an absolute menace that gets reader in trouble… dom Chan is so good in this one omg) 

Seungmin + hairpulling @straykeedz (kinktober fic, best friend Seungmin finds out you have a thing for hairpulling and can't get you out of his head... this is taken straight from the deepest depths of my fantasies i s2g)

no nut november @gimmeurtmi (this whole nnn series is fantastic but seeing Seungmin lose his composure because of his breeding kink does something for me)

august is a fever @seungminheart (mean dom Seungmin... you don't think he is really into you so you see how far you can push him/I love mean dom Seungmin and I think this fic does it just right)

I.N. 

Lavender boy @hyunsvngs (A/B/O Alpha jeongin… super sexy and great dynamics) 

Clueless @jeongin-lvr (inexperienced big dick I.N. that just wants to make reader feel good… also omg he’s so hot in this pls) 

Better and better @seungminheart (sharing a bed, best friend Jeongin, amazing banter, soft dom Jeongin, brat taming, every trope from my hopes and dreams)

Third leg? @beesspacedotorg (huge dick alpha Innie... some brat taming, great banter and dynamics and sexy)

OT8 

Sharing a bed series @skzdarlings (Best trope ever and they really do it justice) (Chan's is linked but you should read all 8)

Sharing is caring @skzms (Minsung x reader x OT8… really well written spice) 

Fake texts @thefantasyden (I swear these are like crack I read them every single time) 

Kinktober23 @roseykat (one of the first SKZ blogs that I started reading that really brought me deep into the fandom… My fav from this is Table Manners and Bible Studies, and it has a part 2)

All Bark no Bite @doitforbangchan (Main pairing is Chan x Reader with some OT8, it's an ABO au with some really good spice)

Masterlist mxm recs

[aeyla]

THE EXPERIENCE PROJECT

— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —

[ abstract ]: Hyunjin—your long time crush—finally wants to ask you out. One small issue: you’re absolutely inexperienced regarding that matter. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. Gladly, Minho—your long time enemy who is part of your friend group—is there to help, teaching you all you need to know. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. All while he dearly hopes you won’t find out about the crush he has had on you for years.

[ parts ]: EP. 1 — BE MY FIRST | EP. 2 — SECOND GUESSES | EP. 3 — THIRD TIME’S A CHARM | EP. 4 — ON ALL FOURS | EP. 5 — TWO AND TWO MAKES FIVE | EP. 6 — SIXTH SENSE | EP. 7 — IN SEVENTH HEAVEN

[ general ]: minho + fem reader, [ hyunjin + fem reader ], enemies → lovers, college au, smut + angst + fluff, experienced minho, virgin reader, sunshine x grumpy, he falls first but she falls harder

[ warning ]: explicit sexual scenes [ softdom minho, corruption kink, loss of virginity, they take everything step by step, further tags for each chapter will be added individually ], consumption of alcohol, mention of cheating, [ pls make sure to watch out for individual warning for each chapter ]

[ words ]: 47K+ [ completed! ]

[ note ]: this will be my first series omg I am so nervous!! taglist is open! if you wanna join just comment here or send an ask/dm. make sure that your blog is visible and has an age indicator as well as a pfp, title and header 🌸

© leeknowsallyoursecrets 2024 — copying, stealing or translating my work is prohibited

[aeyla]

Stray Kids Kinktober Day 8

Stray Kids Kinktober Masterlist

Breeding - Bang Chan

Word Count: 8.4k

Summary: Your family’s yearly vacation is here and once again, you’re single. To avoid having your dating life be poked and prodded by your relatives, you decide to turn your best friend for a little help. Everyone already knows him! What’s the worst that could happen if he pretends to be your boyfriend for the week?

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“It’s going to be a disaster,” you lament, leaning your head back over your couch. Your coffee mug gripped tightly in your hand.

A random movie is playing on your TV, but neither you nor your best friend are paying attention.

“It will not,” Chan chides and nudges your arm with his elbow.

He sips his own drink slowly, watching you throw your arm over your eyes.

“Yes it will! Every year my family goes on this vacation to the mountains, and every year I’m reminded that I’m the only single adult in the family.”

You sigh.

“You’re not the only single one, what about your cousin?”

“He started dating someone about a month after last year’s vacation. They’re still together, so she’s coming on the trip.” Your tone switches to something less dramatic. “She’s lovely, by the way, you’d like her. Very friendly.”

Chan laughs. “So, you’re single and alone there, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s your family. ”

“They make fun of me the whole time! And if I do anything my mom doesn’t like, she’ll go ‘this is why you don’t have a boyfriend, Y/N.’ Ugh!”

“Aren’t there only four ‘older’ cousins?”

“Yes, and I’m the only single one above the age of seventeen. I’m twenty four and I am going to die alone.”

Your arm drops from your eyes and you stare up at the ceiling.

The air in your apartment is warm and comfortable. Candles burn on the table beside you, filling the house with a pleasant warm cinnamon scent.

It was always one of Chan’s favorites.

“How long until the trip?” he asks.

“Next weekend.”

“Not enough time for a dating app, huh?”

You force a laugh. “No. Can you imagine? ‘Coffee was great! You wanna come on a week-long vacation with me and my giant, loud family?’ They would run for the hills.”

“Your family is great and you know it.”

“I know, they’re just… obnoxiously close, that’s all. I love them, don’t get me wrong.” You motion your arms up to the ceiling wildly in an exasperated movement. “But if I need to listen to my aunt nitpick my appearance in passive aggressive ways to ‘help’, I might kill myself.”

Chan takes a long sip of his drink. “They’re not that bad.”

You roll your eyes. “They love you so much, what would you know? Every time I bring you around them I always get tons of questions afterwards about you. I think my cousin is in love with you.”

“Which one?”

“Lily.”

“She’s twelve.”

“Twelve and in love with you.”

Both of you sit in silence for a moment. Chan’s attention slides back to the TV. He’s looking at it, but he’s not absorbing what’s really playing.

Same with you, you’re too busy wrapped up in your thoughts when an idea hits you all of a sudden.

“That’s it!” you yell, sitting up straight. Your voice startles Chan and he almost spills his drink all over your couch.

“What? What’s it?” he asks quickly, checking his pants to make sure nothing spilled.

“You can come with me!”

“You want me to go on your family’s yearly vacation in place of a boyfriend?”

“I want you to come on my family’s yearly vacation as my boyfriend.”

Chan’s head snaps over to you, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. You’re already looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Please, Chan!” you beg before he has a chance to say no. “Please, please, please!” you repeat over and over again.

Placing your coffee on the table, you crawl closer to him on the couch, begging over and over again.

“They already love you so much! It would be so easy ! Plus, it’s all expenses paid! It’s a free vacation to a lake house in the mountains with your best friend!”

“Felix isn’t going.” Chan teases.

You whine and grab his free hand. “No, me! Your best friend! Pretty please Chan! I’ll owe you big time!”

He stares at you for a long moment, thinking it through in his head. You’re staring at him with big, pleading, sparkly eyes. He’s never been able to say no to that look.

He sucks his teeth, head cocking to the side for a second. The hand in yours twitches and he holds it, like a faux-shake.

“Fine,” he says. “But, you owe me dinner.”

Squealing, you throw your arms around his shoulders.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He wraps his beverage-free hand around you and hugs you back. “You’re seriously the best, thank you!”

“I know, I know. Now can we please finish the movie?”

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The trunk to your car slams shut, Chan dusts his hands off and then rests them on his hips.

“You look like a dad,” you tell him while coming up to the car with your backpack slung over your shoulder.

“A dad who packed the trunk of your car perfectly.” He eyes the backpack on your shoulder. “That goes in the backseat. I’m not opening the trunk again.”

Giggling, you open the backdoor and toss it in.

“Can you drive?” you ask, batting your eyelashes. “You know how much I hate driving.”

Chan sighs and holds his hand out for the keys.

“You’re the best!” you cheer and toss them to him.

“Yeah, you keep saying that.” Chan rolls his eyes and ducks into the driver’s side of the car. “Do you have the address?”

You duck inside the car and start typing on your phone. “I should have it in my texts, one sec.”

Scrolling through your phone, you try to find the text that your aunt sent you with the address. Your family has rented the same AirBnb every year since you were fourteen and yet you could never remember the address of the place.

As you’re searching for it, a phone call from your mom comes in.

“Oh, hold on.” You say to Chan and hit the answer button.

“Hey, ma!” you greet into the phone.

“Hey, sweetie! Are you on your way yet?”

“We just got into the car, actually. We’re about to leave.”

“I thought you would’ve left an hour ago.”

“Chan got held up at work, actually. Not his fault.”

At the mention of his name, Chan perks up and looks over at you, listening to the phone call intently.

“Ah, gotcha. I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me you two finally started dating.”

“Yeah, well, it’s still kinda new,” you lie through your teeth. You look up and make eye contact with Chan. “We only became official about…”

His eyes widen and he looks around panicked. Quickly, he holds up three fingers.

“About three week-”

He moves about wildly.

“Months! Three months ago! Sorry, I’m a little distracted putting all the bags in the car.”

Chan reacts to your lie comically, his chin jutting forward, head cocking to the side. You wave him off silently. Your mother doesn’t seem to clock your panic about the situation.

“I always saw how the two of you looked at each other, it was only a matter of time, really.”

A blush crawls up your neck and turns your ears and cheeks red. Chan looks down at his lap and coughs nervously, a blush of his own making its way onto his skin.

“Anyway, we better get going, mom! You know how talking on the phone while driving is illegal and all.”

“Make Chan drive! He’s the boyfriend.”

“You’re so right… And he should do so without putting up a fuss.”

Chan motions down to himself, as if to say ‘I’m already the one in the driver’s seat’. You wave him off again, trying to focus on your mother’s voice.

“Okay, okay, I’ll see you soon, but I expect some questions to be answered when I see you, Y/N!” Her voice is teasing, but it makes your blood run cold.

“Of course, mom. I’ll talk to you later, okay? Bye, love you!”

You don’t give her a chance to answer you before you hang up.

The silence in the car is so loud, the air is so still.

“So,” you say slowly. “We need to come up with a backstory, huh?”

“It seems so.”

Another bout of silence.

Neither of you are looking at each other, you’re both facing forward, staring out the windshield.

“I’ll uh… find the address.”

“Yeah.”

You clear your throat awkwardly and scroll through your phone. Chan waits a second before starting the car.

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Chan turned one of the final corners of the trip onto the street.

“Our first date?” he asks.

“Coffee at the cafe by my apartment.”

“Second date?”

“Movies, we saw Barbie. We went out to eat afterwards. A diner.”

“When did we become official?”

“Three months ago. May 6th. You asked me after our third date.”

“And?”

“You kissed me at my door.”

“Good.”

You both pause for a moment.

“How come I can’t be the one that kissed you?” you tease him.

Chan laughs out loud and turns the car into the driveway. “As if you would ever make the first move.”

You look at him incredulously. “I so would! You’re the one who gets too nervous to do anything. I say I kissed you, not the other way around.”

“No way, I kissed you.”

Chan puts the car into park.

“Absolutely not. I kissed you first.” you reply.

“Keep dreaming. I walked you to your door, we stood there and talked for a minute. You went to walk inside, but I stopped you and kissed you.”

You unbuckle your seatbelt.

“No, after we talked, there was an awkward silence and I could see how nervous you were and how you kept looking at my lips. So, I took the first step and kissed you.”

Grabbing the door handle, you wrench it open before Chan could issue a rebuttal again.

He calls your name from inside the car and lets out a loud groan afterwards.

“You can’t have all the firsts, now can you?” you call back, walking around to the trunk.

The front door to the house rips open and two of your little cousins come tearing out of the house with happy smiles.

“Y/N! Y/N!” they both call out, sprinting up to you.

Leaning down, you scoop both of them up into a hug with both arms, giving them an equally excited hello. Both of them hug you tightly.

They’re five and nine years old, girl and boy– the youngest of the cousins.

“Look who else I brought with me,” you giggle and look over at Chan, who was watching you from the side of the car. The door still opened, his arm leaning on the top.

Both of their tiny gazes turn towards him and just like that, you’re forgotten about.

“Chan!” They both cheer and run at him full tilt.

He wraps both of them up in his strong arms and picks them off the ground.

“Hello, you two!” he coos and gives them both kisses on their heads.

Something twinges within your heart seeing him interact with the two of them that way, it goes through you like an arrow. His brown eyes are so warm and sparkly holding your two little cousins close to him.

A genuine, bright smile pulled across his beautiful face.

Chan steps away from the car and puts them on the ground, they both complain. “Come on, I need to help Y/N with the bags. I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I made her carry them all by herself.”

Your heart thuds again. Boyfriend.

The two kids groan and give in, running back into the house, telling everyone of your arrival.

Chan watches them for a moment before turning to look at you with a sheepish smile. You smile back and knock twice on the hood of your car.

“Come on then, boyfriend. These bags won't carry themselves.”

He laughs and grabs the bags from the trunk, arguing with you when you try to lift some of the heavier bags. Well, you weren’t going to argue about carrying something if you didn’t need to.

The cold air conditioned house was a familiar sight when you walked through the front door. One of your aunts was near the entrance when you first came in.

“Y/N, Chan, you’re here! We have you both in the room down here, I hope that’s okay.” she says, pointing to the room down the hall. It’s one of only three bedrooms on the first floor.

“Yeah! That’s totally fine, thank you.”

You smile and walk to the room, dropping your bags down on the bed.

The singular bed in the room.

Chan follows you inside the room with your bags, plopping them down on the floor by the door. You turn to look at him, he’s staring at the bed, most likely thinking the same thing that you are.

He closes the door behind you both.

“I didn’t think about this part.” you say quietly just in case someone was outside the door.

He shrugs. “Just don’t hog the blankets,” he jokes. Chan brushes it off so easily.

What you don’t know is his heart is racing just as much as yours is. His mouth has gone completely dry and he had to gulp down some nerves before jesting with you.

It’s just a bed, right? Both of you can share a bed, no problem. Not at all.

The two of you have fallen asleep on the couch together before. But, it’s not quite the same as sharing a bedroom for the next week.

“I didn’t think you would need any blankets since you’re a human space heater.” You open your one bag and pull out a few smaller things.

“You’re just jealous because you’re cold all the time.” Chan stands on the other side of the bed, plugging his phone charger into the wall.

“I’m not cold all the time.”

“You’re in a sweatshirt and it’s eighty five degrees outside.”

“We had the air conditioning on in the car.”

There’s a few knocks on the bedroom door. “Dinner!”

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Contrary to what you both originally thought, your family did not grill the two of you interrogation style about your relationship. Instead, you were met with a lot of “It was only a matter of time”.

Each time one of your family members said something along those lines, both you and Chan would grow extremely shy, faces flushing and hearts racing.

Dinner was held in the back room attached to the large kitchen, a long dining table sat in the room, benches full of your family members lined it.

There were so many of you: eight cousins, three aunts, two uncles, two parents, one sister, one brother in law, one grandmother.

This was not the first time Chan had been around your extremely large family, not at all. He’s around you all the time, especially when he can’t go home to Australia for holidays. You always invite him to your family celebrations, and each time he’s more than thrilled to be there.

Everyone was so happy that he was there; part of you thinks they’re happier to see him than you.

Dinner came and went, it was filled with laughter and stories, like it usually is. Your dad and his brothers all teased one another, bringing up stories of being young in the 70’s and 80’s.

“Let’s do a movie night!” One of your younger cousins turns to her older brother. “You’ve been promising me that we would watch Star Wars.”

“You want to watch Star Wars tonight?” he replies.

“Yes, please! Cousins movie night!" She cheers and grabs her plate. “We can set the couches up like last year!”

Chan leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Movie night?”

“There’s a den upstairs with a couple couches, we push them together to make a giant bed and all watch movies at night. Very common L/N Family Activity on vacation.” you answer, leaning closer to him. “The adults usually go to bed and all the cousins watch movies.”

“Sounds exciting.”

Both of you chuckle and smile at one another. His dimples showing. You two seem to be in your own little bubble.

Chan’s leaning so close his body heat is radiating through your clothes. The fabric of his shirt is brushing against your bare arm.

“You’ll find that there’s a certain schedule to each day, breakfast, play down at the lake, lunch, back to the lake, get ready for dinner, eat dinner, movie time.”

“I think I can get used to that.”

“You better.”

A throat clears by you. Your aunt is looking at the two of you with a playful smile. “Are you both going to help clean up or what?”

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“Dibs on sitting next to Y/N!” One of your little cousins calls out after you all finished pushing the couches together.

“No, I want to sit next to her!” Another yells out.

The youngest runs up and throws his arms around your hips, hugging you close to him. Both arms don’t make it around you all the way.

“No, me!”

You laugh and ruffle his hair. He holds you tighter and it knocks you off balance slightly.

“Come on, hon, you got to sit next to me at dinner, let someone else have a turn.” you coo down to him.

“No!” he pouts and hugs you tighter. You grimace and try to pry his arms off you.

Chan comes out of nowhere and picks your cousin off the ground in one fell swoop. “How about me, huh?” he teases and tickles your cousin with his one free hand.

Your cousin starts giggling like crazy.

“Don’t I get to sit next to my girlfriend?” he jokes and tickles him even more.

The biggest smile stretches over your face, heart warming once more.

Chan drops your cousin onto the couches, he bounces a bit, still laughing.

The tickle torture continues now that both of Chan’s hands are free. Giggles turn into cackles.

No matter how hard you try, you can’t fight the smile on your face and the feeling that stirs in your stomach. Are you ovulating? You have to be. There’s no other explanation for the flutter within your chest.

He just looks so natural like that. The teasing looked adorable.

It wasn’t until one of your older cousins came into the room before your gaze was taken away from Chan.

“Lovesick, eh?” he says in your ear.

“Oh, shut up.” You hit him in the arm.

“I know that look anywhere, Y/N. You can’t fool me.” He laughs and then walks to take his spot on the big couch huddle with his girlfriend.

Chan picks your little cousin up by the ankle and starts dragging him around. Both of their laughter was music to your ears.

“Okay, okay! Move time!” You call out to the two of them. Chan looks over at you immediately with the goofiest grin on his face.

Your little cousin groans.

“Give me my boyfriend back,” you tease and climb onto the couch.

After several minutes of figuring out seating and finding the movie on the TV, everyone was finally settled.

Chan sat directly next to you, his arm on the back of the couch behind you. Both of your legs stretched out in front of you and a shared blanket draped over you both.

The opening title sequence of Star Wars starts playing and silence falls over your cousins for the first time since you got there.

Absent-mindedly, Chan’s fingers lightly brush over the skin of your exposed shoulder from behind you. They trace small shapes lightly.

You can’t even focus on the movie in front of you, Chan’s touch is too distracting.

Your sister and her fiance sat on the other side of you. She leaned over and whispered in your ear about twenty minutes into the movie.

“You can cuddle with your boyfriend, you know.”

A flush crawls up your neck. “Yeah, of course I know that. I just didn’t want to–”

Chan must’ve heard her, his hand closes over your shoulder and brings you closer to him. Your body turns into his, head tucked underneath his chin. His body warmth seeps into you as soon as you press into him.

The cherry on top is when he presses a kiss to the crown of your hair before resting his chin on top of your head. A shockwave of goosebumps ripples through your body.

Thinking you were chilly, Chan wraps his other arm around you and holds you even closer.

Well, if he’s playing the part.

You intertwine your legs with his underneath the blanket. His heart jumps in his chest and he has to fight the urge to press another kiss into your hair.

Chan knew he was pushing his luck with the first one, but it just felt so natural, he couldn’t help himself. Every single time the two of you touch, he instinctually takes it further into a romantic zone.

Previously, he would restrain himself from advancing these moments with you, but now? He doesn’t need to hold himself back. He can let his body react naturally.

The movie continues on, whenever a younger cousin would ask any questions about the movie, one of the older kids would answer.

Whenever Chan was the one to answer, his voice would rumble deep within his chest. The later it got, the raspier it sounded.

Throughout the movie, you both just got more and more tangled up underneath the blanket. You slid an arm around to rest your hand on Chan’s chest; fingers mindlessly playing with the fabric of his t-shirt.

Chan melted into your touch so easily.

In all the years you’ve been close friends, you’ve never been this level of a human pretzel while hanging out. He’s relishing every moment of it. Your shared body heat mingling is intoxicating to him.

He’s such a tactile person, physical touch is definitely his love language.

Chan can’t remember a time he was ever this cozy while watching a movie.

One of his hands moves from your shoulder and into your hair, running his fingers through the strands gently.

Every muscle in your body relaxes when he starts scratching at your scalp lightly. His soft exhales puff out on your head. Normally, this would bother you, but instead you find it soothing.

Both of you were fighting against your eyelids towards the end of the movie. The little kids fell asleep about ten minutes before the credits rolled.

Chan squeezes you tighter for a moment before whispering into your hair, “Time for bed.”

Your heart squeezes. “I gotta help get the little ones to bed.”

“I got it,” he answers. “Go wash up and get to bed. I’ll be downstairs in a few.”

Words can’t even describe how much your heart melts at his words.

Pull it together, Y/N. He’s your fake boyfriend for the week, remember? Not your real one.

It’s Chan – Bang Chan. The same guy who held your hair each time you drank yourself sick in college. The guy who camps out at your dining room table to work because he claims the Wi-Fi is better at your apartment.

Nevertheless, you peel yourself off of him, untangling your limbs and sitting up.

“You’re the best,” you say to him with a sleepy smile.

“I know.”

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Sunlight streams in through the bedroom window and the air conditioning unit continuously hums in the room.

A strong arm squeezing tighter around your body is what drags you out of dreamland.

A searingly hot body is pressed flush against the back of yours; legs tangled up, back to chest, soft exhales blowing into your hair lightly.

The haze of sleep still has your mind in its grip. All you know in that moment is that it’s so cozy, so warm, so nice that you can’t help but press your body backwards into that serene clasp.

The arm tightens again and brings you even closer.

A nose nuzzles further into the back of your head.

Chan, it’s Chan behind you.

You should care. You should be prying his arm off your waist and scooting over away from him.

But you don’t want to. It’s too nice.

It’s so peaceful, you’re about to drift back to sleep when the sound of two separate footsteps run towards your bedroom door.

They’re so loud, it rips you from sleep and you tense up, preparing for impact.

Your bedroom door is practically flung open.

Chan jolts against your body at the noise, his eyes snap open, arm tightening around you even more in a protective manner.

He has about two seconds to get his bearings before both cousins leap onto the bed, yelling at you both to wake up.

Chan releases you and turns over onto his back with a deep groan.

You groan and squint your eyes closed, bringing the covers up over your head.

“Noooo…” you moan out.

Chan laughs and grabs one little cousin closely, hugging her close to his chest. “Are you in here to sleep in bed with us? I sure hope so since it’s still soooo early.”

She giggles and tries to fight against his strong arms. “No!” she cackles. “You have to eat breakfast so we can go swimming down at the lake!”

Your other, more calm, cousin squirms underneath the covers and cuddles up to you. Slinging an arm around him, you keep your eyes closed and try to let your mind drift off again.

This is not the first time he’s done this, and it most likely will not be the last. It breaks your heart thinking about the year he feels like he’s too old to do this.

Chan is practically wrestling with your cousin next to you. She squeals when he turns on his side with her encased in his arms.

“Chaaan!” she giggles.

After a few moments, he lets her go and she clambers off the bed.

“Come on, Chan! Come sit next to me at breakfast!” She pulls on his hand closest to the edge of the bed.

He laughs and turns his head to look at you. You’re fast asleep again with your younger cousin asleep in your arms.

Chan’s heart slams against his ribcage and his stomach does a cartwheel.

Your sleeping face is so peaceful, and the way your little cousin has the same hair color as you had the cogs in his mind turning.

What if that was your kid in your arms, not just a cousin?

What if it was his?

His eyes flicker all over your face.

Something stirs in his mind, shooting down his spine. If it wasn’t for your other little cousin yanking on his arm over and over again, probably would’ve watched you for a few more moments, allowing his mind to roam into dangerous territory.

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“You’re staring.” Your aunt sits next to Chan with a plate full of food.

He’s camped out on the back porch of the cabin. It overlooks the wooden stairs that lead down to the dock hanging over the lake.

You’re lounging out on a floaty, pina colada in your hand– courtesy of him. He had walked it down to you only a few moments ago.

When it was announced that it was lunch time, you told Chan you wanted to work on your tan without worrying about your cousins splashing you every five seconds.

Maybe making you a frozen drink was just an excuse to see your face light up when he brought it to you. Maybe it was an excuse to watch the water droplets slide over your body up close.

Chan clears his throat and tears his eyes off your lazing form. Clearly, he’d been caught staring at your bikini clad form.

She nudges his arm playfully. “Don’t be embarrassed, it would be weirder if you didn’t stare, you know.”

Your family can be so crass sometimes.

Chan laughs and takes a bite of the sandwich on his plate. “It’s just nice to see her relaxing for once.”

“Has she been working herself into the ground again?”

“She never stops.”

Your aunt nods and looks back down at you before taking a bite of her own food. “Also helps that she looks good in that bathing suit.” She pauses. “Damn, your kids will be good looking.”

Chan chokes on his bite of food, his body jerks forward and he slams his fist into his chest to try and get it down.

Your aunt pats him on the back a few times, laughing at his expense.

“What?” She questions with an evil chuckle. “Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it.”

“We’ve only been together for three months,” he wheezes out, still hitting his chest. The clump of food is sitting in his throat.

“And?”

“It’s too early to think about stuff like that,” he lies through his teeth.

You’re not even his. You’re not. This week will end and you’ll have to go back to just being best friends.

He’ll have to pretend that he wasn’t fake sleeping for the last hour before you woke up just to have his arms around you for a little while longer.

“Please.” Your aunt rolls her eyes and goes back to her food when another family member joins the table.

Chan takes a long swig of water before letting his eyes flicker to you once more. Your free hand hangs down in the water, head tilted back to dip into the cool lake, exposing your long, beautiful neck.

In his swim trunks, his cock twitches and he takes an even bigger drink of water.

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The torture continues endlessly for the two of you.

It’s the fourth night when it’s just you and Chan left awake.

Rain is pouring against the windows outside, the fireplace is lit, TV playing something in the background.

“I’m never going to get to bed.”

“I told you that you shouldn’t have had coffee with dessert,” you tease Chan, nudging his arm.

“Your uncle offered me a cup and I panicked.”

“You don’t even like coffee.”

“I know!” He whined.

You laugh at his expense. “Come on,” you tug on his arm. “You promised you would play pool with me.”

“When did I say that?”

“Literally this morning!”

“Fine, fine.”

He allows you to pull him off the couch with a dorky smile on his face. He loves giving you a hard time for no reason at all.

The pool table sat in the front room, just a few steps away from your bedroom.

Every time the two of you had gone to play pool, other family members would get in the way and pull one of you two in another direction.

Tonight was really the first night you both had to yourselves.

“You break,” you tell him once everything is set up. He nods and lines up his shot. After a second, he hits the cue ball perfectly into the cluster and all the balls scatter along the table, but nothing sinks into the pocket.

“Pity,” you tease him.

“Pity,” he repeats, mocking your tone.

Laughing, you bend over and line up your own shot. From across the table, Chan watches your form bend over, his lip pulling between his teeth mindlessly.

You hit the ball and sink one in.

With a cheer on the quieter side, you look at him with a smirk. He rolls his eyes playfully as you line up another shot.

The game continues just like this for a bit. Both of you going back and forth, missing most shots, but also nailing some good ones.

You’re tied at the end, racing to try and sink the 8-ball before the other person.

Leaning over the table right in front of him, you try and set up your aim.

“Wait,” Chan says quietly before you can pull the pool stick back to take your shot.

He leans down over you, pressing his back into yours, arms coming around you. He guides your aim to hit the cue ball differently.

The entire time, your heart rate is increasing exponentially.

“Just a bit more to the left,” he whispers in your ear. Chills rip down your body and you gulp. His voice sounds so low and sensual.

His hand over yours adjusts with tiny, miniscule movements. He keeps changing the aim a bit to the left, then a bit to the right, like he’s prolonging the contact.

Behind you, his hips are pressed into yours. It’s taking every ounce of willpower and control for him not to get hard in his sweats.

Especially, since in this position, he potentially could–

“Pull back,” he rasps. You follow his instructions immediately. He helps guide the pool stick back, hesitating for a moment. His chest inflates with a deep breath.

He breathes in the smell of your shampoo.

“Shoot,” he exhales.

With his guidance, you both shoot the ball, standing up quickly to watch it bounce off the 8-ball and then sinking into the corner pocket.

You cheer and jump up, turning around to face him directly.

“Take that!”

When you turned to face him, he hadn’t backed away yet. You’re practically nose to nose with Chan. A gasp catches in your throat from his proximity.

And yet, he still doesn’t back away. He continues to stare at you, his eyes dart from yours, down to your lips, then back up to your eyes again.

“Y/N,” he breathes out.

You swallow nervously and hold his eye contact.

Chan’s jaw clenches once, his hands ball into fists at his sides. Every single ounce of constraint is being tested within his body right now.

Cracks are going up the dam of his self control.

You’re not moving away; why aren’t you moving away from him?

He watches your eyes flicker down to his lips once and that’s all it takes for his mind to snap.

Chan lunges forward, grabbing your face with both of his hands and smashing your lips together. You let out a surprised noise against his mouth, your pool stick clattering to the ground.

Every bit of pent up aggression from the last few days is poured into the first kiss.

His hands aren’t on your face for long. He can’t keep still, sliding them all over your body; into your hair, down your sides, grabbing your hips, he’s everywhere.

“Fuck,” he growls against your lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Y/N. Shit.”

Even though he’s apologizing, he can’t stop himself. He can’t stop slotting his lips over yours, devouring your very being.

Chan’s eyebrows are pinched together painfully. He’s pinning your body against the pool table with his hips.

You grab at his shirt and pull him closer.

“Shut up,” you say in between heated kisses.

“But I–”

“Shut up.” Your tongue runs over his bottom lip and his mind whites out. Every rebuttal fell from his mind, through the floor and into the Earth.

You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his face even closer to yours as he licks into your mouth. With each turn of your heads, your noses brush against one another.

Chan runs his hands down your body and grabs underneath your thighs, picking you up and placing you on the pool table.

Your legs part and he stands in between them, never leaving your lips once.

As he runs his hands up your legs, he squeezes your bare thighs every few inches. It makes your core clench and body tingle.

Your fingers run up through his hair, grabbing tightly and pulling. Chan moans into your mouth and moves his hands to grab at your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt.

“Chan,” you whisper on his lips. He responds with a grunt. “Need you.”

God.

His hands fly to your legs again, grabbing you by the knees, he yanks your hips forward. Your clothed core comes into direct contact with his erection.

“I can give you exactly what you need, baby.” he nips your lip with his teeth. “I can take good care of you, yeah?”

Trailing his fingers up, he toys with the waistband of your shorts. At the same time, he moves his kisses down your neck. You tilt your head back to give him more access.

“Wanna take these off, babygirl?” he moans when you roll your hips into his.

“Yes, please.” you hiss in response.

Lifting your hips, he grabs the fabric and slides it down your legs, tossing them onto the floor with the forgotten pool stick.

Kisses trail lower and lower down your neck as he lowers to the ground.

Chan pulls away to kneel onto the ground.

His eyes are heated and strong when they meet yours. A dark scarlet color covers his cheeks and down his neck, disappearing into his sleeveless shirt.

Both of his hands grab at your thighs when he looks down at your glistening cunt. You’re absolutely soaking wet by now.

Since the moment he helped you line up your shot, you felt your panties dampening.

Wasting no time, Chan leans forward and runs his tongue from the bottom of your slit all the way up to the top, swirling around your clit and sucking gently.

Your hand flies up to cover your mouth, the other rests on the table behind you to keep your balance.

He repeats the action again, this time with more fervor and you squint your eyes shut, head tossing back from the pleasure that rips down your spine like a zipper.

Chan’s hands tighten around your thighs, eyes staring up at you and studying each reaction closely.

You taste so fucking good. He can’t get enough of you. His tongue greedily scoops up your juices, licking around your clit to feel you grind into his face.

His cock throbs with each moan, each whine that makes it through your fingers held tightly over your mouth.

After one long suck on your clit, Chan dips his tongue inside you, licking at your walls. Your eyes roll back into your head, the hand over your mouth flies down to grip at his hair.

He can’t help but smirk into your folds.

Every single moan is music to his ears.

Slowly, he inches his fingers over and when he moves his tongue up to your clit, he slides a finger into you, immediately curling it up to hit that spongy spot inside you.

“Jesus fuck–!” you cry out as quiet as you can manage.

It doesn’t slip your mind that you’re quite literally in a house full of relatives who could wake up and come into the front room at any moment and see the two of you.

But the fear just adds an extra layer of arousal to you.

“Does that feel good, babygirl?” Chan mutters into your cunt. “Does it feel good to have my fingers inside you?”

He thrusts his finger in and out slowly, those brown eyes studying you like a predator studies prey.

You bite your lip, eyes closed, and nod your head.

Chan adds a second finger and your head tosses back again. He can feel you clench down hard on his fingers when he licks your clit in long, even strokes.

A thin sheen of sweat covers your body.

“Chan,” you whine.

“Yeah, baby?” he teases, licking up slowly, the pace of his fingers is equally as slow. But, regardless of the pace, he’s still coaxing you towards the edge of an orgasm. It’s building slowly, you can feel it in the pit of your stomach.

“Shit,” you buck your hips into his face when he does one particularly hard thrust.

“Use your words, little girl.” He bites your thigh and then goes back to your folds. You clench around him hard at the name.

How are you supposed to use your words when your voice keeps getting caught in your throat? When every time you think you can open your mouth, a sultry moan tumbles out.

“N-Need you,” you manage to strain out.

A devilish smile pulls at his lips. He begins to thrust faster with his fingers, licking your clit quicker.

“Need me?” He asks in between licks. “You need me?”

Veins are popping in your neck from straining to keep your voice down.

“Yes, fuck!” You hiss out. “ I need you.”

In between his legs, Chan can feel his cock weeping with precum. His mind is so clouded with lust he can barely think straight.

Desperately, he wishes that you didn’t have to keep your voice down. He wants to make you scream.

Faster and faster he thrusts and licks at your soaking cunt, greedily tasting your juices.

Your thighs twitch on either side of his head the closer you get to your orgasm.

“Chan,” you grab his attention by yanking on his hair. He grunts and looks up at you through his lashes, lips still devouring you. “Inside, inside. I need your cock inside me.”

Your words go straight to his dick, he licks at your cunt a few more times before standing to his feet quickly to lock your lips together, fingers still buried inside you.

When you taste your own slick on his tongue, your eyes roll back in your head and you clench around him. Chan smirks into the kiss, curling his fingers up.

He’s relentless. Tongue sliding over yours, moans being eaten up by a greedy mouth while his fingers fuck into you.

With more strength than you thought you had, you pry Chan’s lips off yours by pulling his hair back.

“If you don’t fuck me in the next thirty seconds, I’ll pin you down and ride you until your cock can’t cum anymore.”

An exhale is punched from his chest. His mind whites out. Chan’s mouth drops open and his fingers stutter within you.

Did you really just say that? That sounds like a fucking dream.

“Babygirl,” he growls darkly. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

Your eyes darken and you pull his hair again. “Fuck me until I can’t walk, Chris.”

Chan rips his fingers out of your cunt, grabs both of your hips and roughly pulls you off the pool table.

He fists a hand in the back of your hair and spins you around, shoving your head down, bending you over completely.

You’re lucky you had half a mind to put your arms out to rest your weight on your elbows.

Using his one foot, he knocks the inside of yours outwards to spread your legs even more.

“Fucking look at that,” he marvels, running his free hand up your ass and kneading a handful. After a second he reels back and brings his hand down with a painful smack.

Your one hand flies to your mouth to cover the squeak that you make.

“Bent over, soaking wet cunt just fucking waiting to take my cock.” His hand tightens in your hair. The other hand rips his sweatpants down to take his cock out. “What a good girl you are.”

Chan can’t remember a time he’s ever been this hard.

Casting a look over your shoulder, you look back at Chan. His eyes are blown out, lip pulled in a sneer as he fists his cock, staring directly at your fluttering walls clench around nothing.

“You wanna fill me up, Channie?”

His eyes snap up to yours with a predator-like stare. His hand stops pumping his own cock, hell, he even stops breathing.

Chan’s jaw clenches, every ounce of self control is being drained. How much more of this can he fucking take before he passes out?

“What?” His voice is so strained and hoarse.

Your eyes narrow and you wiggle your hips tauntingly. “Come on, Chan.”

Chan’s eyes darken. He fists your hair and shoves your face down on the table and slams his cock inside you.

Your mouth stretches open in a silent scream, but you don’t let the noise make it out of your body.

Chan’s eyes roll to the back. You feel so fucking good.

“Holy shit.” He moans out. “Jesus fuck you’re so fighting tight.”

He wastes no time, pulling his cock out to slam back inside you. Your back arches and hips press into his to meet his thrust.

Each sharp wave of pleasure shoots down your legs and into your toes.

Small gasps and whines make their way through your lips.

Chan leans down, yanking your hair back to pick your head up slightly. His face comes down next to yours.

“You like this, yeah?” He whispers harshly. Thrust after thrust slams against your cervix. “You like when it’s rough?”

Closing your eyes tightly, you keep your mouth shut, trying to nod with his hand so tightly wound in the crown of your hair.

“Better be quiet, then. Don’t want someone coming out and seeing you look like a cum hungry, whore.”

Over and over again he fucks into you.

After one harsh thrust, your mouth drops open and before you can moan loudly, Chan’s free hand covers your mouth tightly.

“Feels that good to have my cock inside you, huh? Can’t control that pretty mouth, you’re so fucked out.”

You whine and nod again. Nails digging into the felt of the pool table underneath you.

Hot, white pleasure is coursing through your veins. You’ve never been fucked like this in your life.

Chan leans down more and bites at the side of your neck, lapping at the skin and leaving small marks that will fade by the morning.

“You’re fucking lucky you have to be in a bathing suit in front of your family tomorrow. Otherwise I would leave my fucking mark all over you.” He bites, but doesn’t suck. “Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

Another whine is stopped by his hand.

“I have a better idea, babygirl.” He bites your earlobe, pace slowing down within you. Instead, he thrusts deeper, you can practically feel him within your gut. “I’m going to do exactly what you said, yeah? Fill you up? Make that pussy sloppy with my fucking load.”

Your hips jerk back into his to try and encourage him to pick up the pace. Chan only tightens his hold in your hair.

“You’re going to take whatever I give you, every last fucking drop. Even after I pull out, I’ll stuff you with my fucking fingers so nothing gets wasted.”

Arching your back, you press into him more.

“You want that, huh?” He growls, biting your ear. His pace picks up gradually, each thrust rougher and faster than the last. “You want my seed inside you?”

You nod pathetically.

“You want me to fuck a baby into you?”

His thrusts start growing erratic.

You never expected him to be this talkative during sex. But he hasn’t shut up once.

Another nod accompanied with a whine comes from you. You’re absolutely drowning in pleasure.

“Gunna carry my kids, got the fucking perfect hips for it, yeah? You’ll look so fucking hot all pregnant with our kids. Fuck.”

He’s so lost and fucked out, he can’t stop his mouth from running, spewing all his fantasies.

Moving his hand from your mouth, he trails it down to grab at your throat.

“Chan!” You moan out, licking your dry lips.

“Can feel you clenching, babygirl. You gonna cum for me? Gunna cream on my cock? Suck up my cum and hold onto it with this tight fucking pussy?”

“Yes yes yes yes.” You pant over and over again. “Kiss me, kiss me, please”

When you turn your head, your lips smash together.

The coil in your gut is seconds from snapping.

You bite Chan’s lip and pull back.

“Fuck me full, daddy.”

Every muscle in his body tensed and his thrusts turn into something animalistic. The hand in your hair is so tight your scalp is screaming.

“Say it again.”

“Fu-huck,” is all you’re able to manage.

“Say it again.” He barks in your ear. You’re not going to be able sit down tomorrow.

“Daddy.”

A bite to your neck.

“Again.”

“Daddy! Fuck me, daddy!”

“Holy shit.” He whines in your ear. Hearing you say that makes him feel fucking insane. His body is acting on its own.

With a few more thrusts both of you are thrown over the edge at the same time. Your cunt clenching around him so tight, Chan can barely breathe.

His cock spurts and sprays within you, painting your walls white.

Every single sensation feels so good you think you leave for body for a few minutes. Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

His entire body is wrapped around yours. Grunts in your ear keep you grounded.

You feel so full.

Chan came inside you so much that it’s leaking out and dripping down the inside of your legs.

He pants heavily into your ear.

Releasing your neck, he lovingly runs his hand down your side, caressing your hip, massaging circles into the bone.

His hand slides around and cups your lower stomach tenderly.

Slowly, he unwinds his hand from your hair, kissing at the roots he’s been relentlessly pulling on. He scratches and rubs at your scalp to ease the ache.

But still, he hasn’t pulled out.

Chan kisses the top of your head and down to your face, kissing the cheek he’s able to reach.

You can’t catch your breath.

“Y/N,” he whispers into your hair.

You hum back to him, eyes still closed in bliss.

“I love you.”

Your heart jumps in your chest, Chan feels you clench around him.

“I love you too.” It falls from your lips so easily, like it’s been sitting there for so long, just waiting to be heard.

Both of your heads turn to kiss one another.

It’s so ungodly sweet for the events that just took place minutes ago.

His lips are so soft and plush, especially from being swollen from your steamy kisses.

Inside you, you can feel his cock twitch. Is he…?

Breathlessly, you pull away from his sweet kiss.

“Are you still hard?” you pant.

Sheepishly, he smiles and ruts into you. A moan catches in your throat.

“Babygirl, I’ve been waiting for so long to fuck you. It’s going to take a few times before I’m ready to call it a night.”

[aeyla]

PROMPT DRABBLE

Prompt: ‘Does she know what a desperate little cocksleeve you are?’

Pairing: Chan x Changbin x female reader

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, strangers to lovers, a thresome, spitroasting, submissive leaning chan, dominant changbin, oral sex (m. rec), penetrative sex, dirty talk, chan has a praise kink, mild degradation, 2racha fucks but their hearts are only for each other 🔞

©️ copyright jl-micasea-fics April 2022, Dec 2023

[DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, PLAGIARISE OR OTHERWISE REPURPOSE THIS WORK. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]

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[aeyla]

Okay genuinely thank you so much for writing this. I think it healed something in me a bit. And I feel rather called out by how specifically relevant this was to me. I didn’t know I needed this but it was very validating. Glad I’m not alone in feeling this way.

At (y)our own pace

Sero wants to make sure you know that it's okay to go about intimacy however you need, at your own pace. It's your journey, not anyone else's.

Given your previous relationships, it takes some getting used to.

sero hanta x GN reader

[aged-up characters] slight nsfw, references to past dub-con (not between pair), use of explicit consent, emphasis on processing past relationships and developing boundaries with intimacy, queerplatonic relationships/can be read as fwb; hurt/comfort, angst but also fluff i promise 14.2k words | oneshot, complete, can be standalone part 2 of a sort-of-series: "healing my inner teenager" [part 1]

notes: smidge of kiribaku and references to past kamisero

ao3 option

The first time Sero reaches for you you're nineteen, a summer intern for a hero agency’s news department. Your desks are on opposite sides of the room, but close enough for him to stop by whenever he enters or exits the fourth floor. He has to catch your attention every time—footsteps too soft to alert you—usually with a knock against the top of your desk. The sound is firm enough to pull you from your computer, knowing that it's him.

Those soft raps against the desk always come from a hand that starts outstretched before curling in on itself in apprehension. Consideration, in case you don't care for a tap on the shoulder. Today is no different. He makes his little noise and gives you a sheepish smile at the beginning of the day, a few weeks into your internship. His knuckles thump in tune with his heartbeat, excited. Nervous.

"Hey," he calls gently when you look up. "Wanna grab some dinner after work today?"

You immediately smile at the idea. You two have spoken frequently in your short time here, but always on the job and never for long. It'd be nice to have a real conversation, drawn out over food and spilling into the night. You wish you had asked first.

"I'd love that," you say honestly. "Are your friends joining?"

His smile fades a little at your question and you wonder if you said something wrong. Before you can ask, he tells you, "I wasn't planning on it. I was thinking more of a… date. Just us."

You blink at the admission, surprised. Sero is cute, enough that you’re aware of your own attraction whenever he’s around. He's friendly and makes an effort to help you feel welcomed as someone new to the agency. He's a passionate guy, while laid back in a way that lets you know he's sure of himself. But you don't know each other well enough to think about things like dating. 

Although you suppose that's the point of a date, to get more acquainted.

Sero watches your face nervously, worrying he got the signals wrong. You seem excited to see him anytime he comes by, a little more interested in what he has to say over Denki or Shinsou if they're with him. He reasons now that those interactions don't necessarily mean you're interested in him in that way. 

You respond before he can backtrack. "Okay," you say, still smiling. "But let's get dinner as a group sometime too."

His shoulders drop in relief, he didn't realize they were tense. "For sure," He says with a smile, but then it wavers. "Do...do you not want to? Go alone with me, I mean. It's okay if you're not interested. I don't mean to make you feel cornered."

You pause at the question. The open invitation to back out. You think for a second before you answer, hoping the hesitation doesn't betray your conviction. "I want to spend time with you, alone."

He smiles at you sweetly.

The first time the two of you make physical contact is that evening. It's while you're walking down the street, side-by-side to an okonomiyaki stand he frequents, him promising you that you're about to eat the best you ever have. The two of you are bantering, lighthearted, and the narrowness of the sidewalk forces you closer. Sero walks a pace behind you to avoid the bumping of your shoulders, which keeps a reasonable distance until another pedestrian walks the opposite way. You drift a little to the side to make room for them to pass, but the change in speed is enough for Sero to gently bump into you from behind, his shoulder pressing into your back before he immediately pulls away.

"Sorry," he mumbles. 

You don't think it's a big deal, but you notice how he is around you: walking on eggshells to avoid direct contact. Always a greeting of your name or a knock on the desk, never a touch or tap to get your attention. It's the opposite of the way he is with Denki or Shinsou, often purposefully trying to spook them with a grab from behind. It's endearing to you, the sort of intimacy you can feel yourself start to hope for. So it's confusing, the way he is around you. How he treats you differently.

You think about the other people in the office, how he acts around them. Distant, respectful. It's similar to how he is with you. But it's also different: there is never apprehension on his face. You wonder what that could mean. Maybe it has to do with the fact that he asked you to dinner. A date. You think about the last man you dated, someone who grabbed you easily and without question. Someone who always guessed it was a yes unless you had the courage to say an explicit no. You swallow and continue forwards to the restaurant.

The dates are...okay. You go on a few in the next couple weeks, always after work. Casual, lighthearted. You love Sero's company, getting to know him better. He's a comforting presence. Honest, open, rolls with the punches and never spends a moment in shame, it seems. He also has a snarkiness and a bite that isn't as apparent at work, though he's good at keeping it moderate. You think you have a lot to learn from him. You think it makes sense for you to be together like this.

But there's a tension, an awkwardness whenever it comes to his romantic gestures. You find the way he holds the door for you sweet, but leaves an unsettled feeling in your stomach. The same for his compliments—he can be quite the flirt, when he foots the bill, when he gives you your preferred side of the popsicle at the conbini. It's not that he holds any ill-intentions, at least not that you know of. But there's something about these gestures, what you think they mean beyond the fact that they happen, what more he could want. It leaves you feeling uncomfortable, like you have an expectation to live up to.

Maybe by now you're close enough that you could ask. You’d like to think you could share what you're feeling and be met with understanding. You want to, want to give Sero that opportunity to respond and prove you right. But part of you remembers conversations in the past, looks of disappointment when you voiced these kinds of thoughts, faces staring at you with the hurt of a broken promise, one you didn't know you made. You have some faith that your time with Sero has built something stronger than a repeat of whatever those past things were. But you don't know for sure. You've only known this guy for a month.

But Sero...Sero can sense your distance. He can tell there are words you aren't letting out, ones you try to keep at the base of your throat since you can't swallow them down.

"Is something going on?" he asks at the end of an evening together. You look at him with surprise, and a little apprehension. But you know that tone, the one that says you don't have to reply.

You huff, "You have some sort of intuition for this stuff, huh?" He doesn't respond, just shrugs. It gives you the courage to be honest.

"I—I think I'm just feeling kind of weird. About us, I guess."

It's all you can muster, and you immediately know it's not enough. It's the perfect amount of vague to make any man nervous. But you're surprised to see him look at you not with interrogation or accusation, but curiosity. A request for you to elaborate. So he can understand, maybe make things better.

"I really like spending time with you," you say first, to make sure that’s clear. "I've been excited by how close we've gotten in just a month of working together, and I feel like we're the kind of people who just click. But...I think there's something about the dates that make me nervous, like you're expecting something from me. I'm pretty bad at these kinds of relationships, I don't read between the lines well. And I guess I don't want to disappoint you, if you like me in that way."

Sero looks surprised for a moment, but then his face schools into realization. Like pieces are falling into place. It's only a moment before he speaks, calmly and without judgement.

"I think I noticed. Not exactly what you just said, but I got the sense that you're uncomfortable around me sometimes. I figured maybe I was coming on too strong, or that you just weren't that interested in me." He doesn't look upset as he speaks, which is more worrying. Like he’s hiding his actual thoughts.

But he's not, you tell yourself. You remember that this is Sero, open and honest and rolls with the punches.

"I'm sorry," you tell him, ignoring his confused look. "I think I'm just confused, and I don't really know how to talk about it in a way that can get at what I'm feeling. But I like being with you. I just don't think I can handle the expectations that come with a relationship."

"Oh.” He doesn't look hurt or upset. "Well that makes it easier, then."

You look at him, pause your step. Your confused face triggers one of his own.

"Let's just be friends then, yeah?" He asks. "Or is that not okay?"

It's your turn to say, "Oh." Relief. You didn't expect that. You say as much, "I didn't—is that okay? I guess I assumed that...you wouldn't want to be friends anymore."

He frowns. "Why wouldn't I? I like spending time with you. I'd love to stay friends, and it sounds like you'd be more comfortable that way."

It seems so easy with Sero. He just gets it. You're waiting for the catch.

"You...you're not gonna hold out hope or anything, right? That things will change at some point and I'll fall in love with you or something."

His frown remains, "No of course not, why would—is that what people usually do?"

You shrug. It's all you know, people's sense of entitlement to you just because they felt a certain way. Whether it's your body or your touch or your mental space; your feelings to be returned. You know disappointment or even anger when they don’t get what they want. Like you were supposed to change for them, will yourself to love them.

Sero wants to probe, to ask more and understand what you're suggesting. He just liked you from the beginning, wanted to get to know you. He felt happy enough to talk and get food and work next to each other, to be involved in each other's lives. Instead he tells you, "Let's just be friends. I like being with you, hanging out and talking. I don't expect or need anything more, I've just...liked being in your space."

It makes you look at him in a new light, want to grab his hand or hug him. It doesn't make sense to you, that as soon as he decides to remove the romantic implications that you start to feel magnetized towards him. But you nod and agree, the weight of the world lifting from your shoulders.

Your relationship with Sero doesn't change much after that conversation, other than the lowering of your guard. You feel at ease with his platonic touch, happy to lean into him. He swings an arm over your shoulder as you walk to dinner and gives you a hug when you separate for the night. His flirtations persist, but they’re just part of the banter. It's comforting, familiar. Denki wiggles his eyebrows at the two of you at first, but Sero's eyeroll and dismissal gives you confidence that there's no question on his part. You feel safe, seen.

You and Sero keep close contact even after you leave the agency to return to university. You share moments from each other's days, random shower thoughts, ask each other for advice. You hang out on days off, and even when you're cramming for exams he's just happy to sit and lounge beside you, sometimes working on a report or request of his own. 

It goes on like this for a couple years, as best friends. Even when he moves from Shizuoka to Tokyo to switch agencies, you make it work. You have your conflicts and your disagreements, but you're inseparable. It's open, free for either of you to say anything, no judgement and no expectations. Sometimes the hugs are longer or you cuddle closer than usual, whether it's for comfort on a particularly bad day or for no clear reason at all. Sometimes there's a kiss on the cheek, if you haven't seen each other in a while. Sometimes you hold hands. But it just is, you two just are.

When you graduate you get a job offer at a new branch of Juko. It's in Tokyo. The decision is obvious, crystal clear when Sero tells you that you should room with him; he's planning to renew his lease soon, and his place is only a couple districts away from their office. You accept the offer that day.

Living with Sero feels like what you should have done all along. You fill in each other's gaps when it comes to the decoration and the chores (you hate vacuuming and Sero avoids doing the laundry, but neither of you mind the other). It works out. Any disagreements resolve easily and there's never an opportunity for resentment. Because it's the two of you. Sero, honest and open and rolls with the punches.

The first time you kiss him, you're twenty-two. You aren't sure where the feeling comes from—not that you hadn't thought about it before—but it washes over you when you're sitting together quietly: you reading a novel and him scrolling through his phone. You're distracted, can't read two sentences and retain what they said. You glance at him at the end of every attempt.

You don't mean to ask, but it's normal for you to blurt whatever you're thinking around him.

"Hey don't take this the wrong way, but...can I try kissing you?"

He looks surprised, eyes immediately darting to yours as he asks, "Me?"

You laugh, "Yes you. You can say no, I'm just curious."

There's a small smile tugging at his lips, like he's embarrassed. But he says, "Okay. Why?"

You move to put your book on the table and sit up so you're closer to him. Sero does the same, then grasps your hands in his. They tingle at the contact.

"I think sometimes I want to be closer to you," you admit. "And a hug isn't enough. I'm just curious, I guess."

He looks happy, a little flushed at your words. "I want to be closer to you too. Let's try it, no expectations, yeah?"

You lean forward hesitantly, anxious as you remember it's been a while since you've had this sort of intimacy with someone. But it's Sero, and if it's bad you'll just acknowledge that and move on as normal. He looks nervous too, which helps calm you.

You close your eyes when your lips touch, pressing gently. It's new, exciting. His lips are soft and warm, and they move slowly against yours. You can feel him smile against your mouth, and it makes you break away with a giggle. When you open your eyes, he's smiling at you, softly and warmly.

"That was nice," he says quietly. "What do you think?"

"I think I liked it. It's kind of awkward, though."

He hums, urging you to explain what you mean.

"I think it makes me a little self conscious," you try to explain. "It's definitely a way to feel closer, but being closer means there's more to be seen. Or felt, I guess."

Sero thinks he understands; he had a similar experience at first. But he enjoyed the moment.

You ask him, "Would you be okay doing it again in the future?"

He nods immediately.

You don't kiss often, it turns out. It happens occasionally, not becoming a routine touch like a hug when you get home or forehead kiss before bed. Mouth kisses are sparse, a little more special, you think. It's partially because they're still awkward for you, not the level of closeness you want all the time. But it's also partially because you realize you sometimes want the adjacent touches more than the kiss itself: the way Sero gently holds your face before leaning forwards, the press of your bodies against each other when it's particularly passionate, when he grabs both your hands like that first time on the couch.

Sero, however, very much enjoys kissing. But he's not sad without it, rolling with the punches. Open, honest. When he wants a kiss he asks for it, but he tells you he doesn't need a warning if you want to kiss him. You like it this way, this low stakes slotting of preferences like puzzle pieces. It makes you feel safe.

You do learn that making out comes with a whole new territory of anxiety. The first time it happens is a few weeks after the first kiss, when you experimentally bite his lip and then run your tongue along it. Sero makes a noise of surprise and lets his own tongue slip through, brushing against yours. It's okay, manageable at first when the tongues are kept sparse. But when it heats up some more you pull away panting, making a face.

"Not into it?" Sero asks, amused and unbothered. Again, easy going. Safe.

"I think I was at first, but I don't get why people like using so much tongue." You think about your last serious relationship, a woman who ran her tongue along your gums and every crevice of your mouth. It sounded like the nonsense you used to read in romance novels, but it was uncomfortable when you actually experienced it.

Sero hums, "I think it's fun on my end, but I get why it's weird if you're the one receiving it."

That makes sense, you suppose. But now you're thinking about the larger picture. Making out always meant sex was coming, to your knowledge. If your kissing resulted in a boner it had to get taken care of one way or the other. You frown.

"Are we...is this still friend territory?" You ask.

He shrugs, "I don't see why not."

It sends a thrill through you, this no-expectation dance of intimacy. But you still think about the implications, the...end goal.

"Are you—Do you..." they're hard, these words. "We don't have to do anything else, right? Just because we made out."

His immediately frowns, looking at you with disbelief. "What? Of course not. Who...Did someone tell you otherwise?"

Your cheeks warm at the question; he asked it like you should know better. Maybe you should.

"Just past relationships, I guess," you admit. "I don't wanna jump into anything I'm not ready for yet, even if maybe I should be by now." You think of one night stands—spurred on by the excitement of kissing someone you were interested in at the bar, or a first date that was moving quicker than you anticipated. Not wanting to disappoint, willing to sacrifice your preferred pace.

You remember your first time, losing your virginity uncomfortably because you didn't have the confidence to ask for what you wanted. Wishing it could instead be the perfect wordless and romantic night your first serious boyfriend laid out for himself.

Sero's frown deepens. You avert your eyes, embarrassed. "Hey," he calls, a plea for you to look at him while he takes your hands. "There's no should here, only what you are or aren't ready for. What you want to do, what I want to do, and the compromise we make between those things, okay? And that compromise will always be because we want it, not because we think we should want it. And it will never sacrifice your feelings of safety."

Where was this man six years ago, you wonder. Busy cramming and getting his ass beat to make it as a hero. He's too good, you think. Overwhelmingly so that you don't know how to respond.

"It isn't some incredible consideration," he adds. "It's the bare minimum."

He's wiping small tears from your eyes, ones you didn't know were falling. He holds your face in that way you love, makes you feel small and protected, and brings his lips to your cheeks. You realize he's licking your tears between kisses, causing you to giggle and scrunch your nose in disgust.

"Hanta—" you try to whine, cutting yourself off with more laughter. He smiles back in earnest, not amusement.

"Thanks," you say. "It's a delayed learning process for me."

"Of course." Of course. He thinks about that early conversation, when he realized friendship was best based on your apprehension. The way he's always just been happy to be by you, in your space and presence. The constant pull to be closer to you, one that overpowered the gravity he felt for anyone else (even if he gave them a thorough chance).

At the end of the day it's you he wants to be with. And he knows you feel the same, that he's your best friend, your rock, though more of a mountain unwavering in the wind and storm. It makes his heart warm, and full enough to feel somewhat painful.

"I love you," he says abruptly. Heartfelt, shameless, with a soft smile. You pause, surprised, heart thumping loudly in your ears. "It doesn't have to mean anything other than that. I just love you and love being with you, anyway you'll have me. I want to make sure you know. So...take your time. And there's no intimacy goal we're trying to achieve, other than what we want."

You kiss him again, pulled to him by your need to show him something, demonstrate the way you feel. 

"I love you too," you say easily. "Not...not the romance or whatever because you're attractive and easy to be around. But because my life is better, with you in it."

You find a kiss is still not enough, even when you do it a second time and pull away to look at him. Your hands clutch his as you try to understand this yearning. What more you could want? Again, the stupid irony—how his reassurance that you don't have to go any further is what propels you forward, gives you the courage to try again or something more. But you stop yourself, hold your ground to acknowledge your fears. Sero is more than the excitement of trying something new. Honoring your pace here means honoring his importance in your life. So you push down that urge to pull him closer for now, letting it wait for another day when you've had space to reflect.

Sero knows that you're emotionally grounded: able to talk through feelings and conflict with relative ease compared to what he's used to. You catch stray comments and things hiding between the lines of conversation, never letting anything go unacknowledged or unrefuted (if you disagree). You often know what to say, or alternatively know when silent listening is enough. You know your self, and how to regulate it. It's refreshing, it's relieving.

It's surprising just how bad you are when it comes to talking about your struggles with intimacy.

He notices the way you tense, your discomfort and the inability to speak without hesitation. The looks that cross your features: guilt, doubt, fear sometimes. The way you can't stop thinking about whether you two are within the realm of 'just friends'.

It's not always bad, you can usually still communicate things openly. But it's oftentimes after an uncharacteristic bite or defensiveness that emerges seemingly without warning. Sero thinks he just needs time, that he doesn't understand the pattern well enough to recognize the warnings, yet. It makes him think of Bakugou, a comparison you made yourself when you finally tagged along for a night with the crew at an izakaya—at least a comparison with a younger, more angry version of you.

So it's Kirishima he turns to when he needs another perspective. Kirishima, the closest friend with an inkling of emotional literacy. Kirishima who he now patrols with since starting at the Tokyo agency.

It's also Kirishima who gives him the opening, asking an innocent, "How's your roommate?" after their routine catching up.

Sero says his usual, "good," before making a sound like he wants to take it back. Kirishima cocks his head gently and Sero cracks his fingers with his thumb, wishing he didn't have his helmet so he could run his hand through his hair.

"You...you can't talk about this with the others," he starts. The look he's given lets him know the redhead won't—aside from Bakugou, of course. But Bakugou doesn't count, an extension of Kirishima by now, and the hardest of anyone to wrench information from.

So he explains, generally, the way the two of you have been recently. How you asked to kiss him, how nice it was, how it keeps happening. How sometimes they're even passionate, deep, intense. The way I love you frequents your dialogue.

Kirishima doesn't miss a beat. "That's awesome to hear man! This is the sort of thing you were hoping for, right? I remember you said the two of you tried to go out when you first met."

But Sero frowns. "No, that's not—" he thinks about the way expectations put you on edge. "I'm not just lurking around our place hoping for this. It just...it happened. It's good. And we're still friends, not trying to think about what it means beyond that."

Kirishima needs a moment for the words to settle before he smiles sheepishly. "My bad, I guess I just don't really understand what your relationship is like. But I'm happy for you, glad it's good."

Sero nods in appreciation. "Yeah, we're just rolling with whatever happens. I think...there's some trouble with past relationships that make the labeling hard for them. Makes 'friends' feel safer even if we act more like a couple at times. But yeah...I'm really happy."

Kirishima smiles, so genuine as he sees the twinkle in his friend's eye, the tint of color on his cheeks. He thinks Sero has the glow of someone in love. It makes him happy, warm. It makes him think of Bakugou.

"I think I get it. Katsuki's kind of like that—bending labels, I mean. It's more of a 'I do whatever I want' thing for him, though. I guess when I think about it..." and Kirishima is trailing off, remembering the early days of his own relationship. How anytime he felt unsure of what they were doing, what they should be doing, Bakugou just tsked, before saying: "The hell cares, we do whatever we want."

They are two men in love, patrolling the street on a beautiful day. Warm cheeks, sunlight, genuine and unembarrassed happiness for one another.

You're still twenty-two when you two are (nearly) naked together for the first time. It's not in the context of kissing and intimacy, but in the space of tense vulnerability; Sero comes home disheveled and dirty from a rough patrol, too weak and too faraway to shower or bring himself to bed.

There have been rough nights before, patrols that brought trails of dirt into your shared home, ones that made him quiet, ones that made him restless, ones that unsettled him unless he was in your arms. But never something like this.

His eyes are rimmed red when he enters, shoulders slumped, steps heavy, head tilted down as he closes the door behind him. You look for him when he doesn't announce himself, immediately approaching when you see his condition. It takes twelve hurried steps to reach him, gently cradle his face and take in his expression. All you can think is that he looks so tired. He leans into your touch sadly, unable to meet your eyes. He doesn't say anything when you call his name, doesn't respond to any of your questions of what happened.

You coax a reaction out of him when you ask if he wants to eat: a shake of the head. Then a nod when you suggest showering, so the two of you can lay together afterwards. So you take his hand and bring him to the master bathroom—his bathroom—before gently telling him you'll wait on the couch. But when you turn to leave you hear him whine, a soft noise of need. You see the way his eyes are teary, pleading. Absolutely heartbreaking.

"Don't go," he says, a cry with a broken voice. You hesitate, but nod slowly.

"Hanta, I—are you okay if I undress you? To help you shower?" You ask. You ignore the awkward implications, fully absorbed in helping your friend. At his affirmation you get to work stripping him, inspecting the skin that's revealed to you for major injury, averting your eyes when his underwear comes off. There are some ugly bruises and fresh scrapes, but you sigh in relief when he looks okay otherwise. You decide to put him in the bath, since it'll be easier to wash his hair if he's sitting. You leave the drain open so he doesn't soak in murky water, swirls of brown and red slipping away along streams of soot.

You fuss over him quickly, removing your own shirt and pants when they start to get wet, ignoring any apprehension. The process isn't uncomfortable after you commit to it and realize Sero isn't thinking anything of the nudity, too far gone to do anything but let his eyes drift to the ceiling.

When you're done you help him stand and wrap a towel around his body. You guide him to sit on his bed before turning to look for some clothes in his drawers. His arm catches you, pulling you back.

"It's fine," he says quickly, quietly. "Just...please." He tugs gently on your arm, another plea. For you to stop doing anything but hold him.

You nod and open the covers, urging him in before crawling to his side. Your own lack of clothes makes a tightness pool in your stomach, but you ignore it as you watch Sero, see how his eyes never leave your face. Your heart jumps to your throat when he reaches for you, pulls you into a close hug, closer than you've ever been before. His skin is warm from the bath and still a little damp, and you can feel it around your waist, your stomach, your legs as he intertwines them together. You ignore his hips pressing into your side, how his thigh brushes just below your groin. You feel on edge for a moment before reminding yourself that this is Sero. Hanta. The one who's always honest and open. So you relax and squeeze him in return.

Guilt punches your nerves aside when you hear him sob. The dam of whatever emotions he walled off when he first came home is broken, the waves of his hurt and fear rushing over your shared land. Here he is, in pain and incapable of verbalizing it to you while you sit in your cage of skepticism, doubting his sincerity. In this moment you feel a shift, a resolve that you can't fully identify. But you hold him close, conviction brimming in your heart.

You two have fallen asleep before, on the couch at the end of a movie night or cuddling when one comforts the other. Sometimes Sero is without his shirt or you without pants, the partial lack of clothes never a point of awkwardness. But never have the two of you laid so bare while so close. You think for a moment that this is the kind of closeness you've yearned for when a hug wasn't enough. You can feel the softness of his skin, his breath on your neck. The way you're huddled under the blankets feels like hiding from something, the larger world out there—you protecting him as these small tremors of tears wrack his body. You think your heart is being pulled towards his, pressing against your sternum as you hold him tighter. He gasps with another cry against you and it hurts to hear. You wish you knew what he needed. You hope he can feel the way your heart is reaching for him, full of that unidentified determination he inspired in you.

Things change after that night.

It's mostly on your end, and Sero notices. You're more affectionate, more willing to try to take things a little further. He stops you one day while you're kissing him passionately, frowning slightly with flushed cheeks.

"Hey, you—I don't want you to feel like I need more from you," he says with a heaving chest. "I know I'm more touchy than you in general, but really I'm okay. You shouldn't do more than you want."

You feel your body heat up, urged on by his obliviousness. You don't get it, don't get how he doesn't get it. You want him, want to be closer, want to press yourself against him like you were that night. You lean down to kiss him again, trying to show him.

"'M not," you say after a pause, going back for more. "I just—I don't know how to explain it."

You see his eyes widen at your admission, his cheeks reddening another shade. You love it, that reaction. You want him to know you want him, that you love the proximity and the closeness. He doesn't try to stop you again, welcoming your fervor. He cautiously brings his hands to your waist, to anchor himself. It makes your heart flutter, a rush of dizziness wash through your mind. You're lost in it, absorbed in a way that you've never been before. You think you might finally understand: this intensity and agitation that makes these touches move along before you realize it.

At some point you end up on his lap, straddling a thigh while you hold his face to yours. You're still comfortable, still safe.

Until you readjust and your knee brushes his crotch. It’s enough to feel that he’s hard.

You freeze immediately, body tense and heart galloping, the pressure of its pace pounding uncomfortably in your ears. Sero notices at once and pulls away, looking at you curiously and with concern.

"Hey," he says gently, trying to bring your mind back. "We don't have to go any further. It's okay, we can stop."

When you don't say anything, still sitting there frozen, he adds, "I'm not expecting anything more."

It makes your face pinch, eyes stinging as you try to swallow your tears. He doesn't understand, you think to yourself, you don't understand. How you want him, how you feel ready to try something new with him, to bring him closer. How even with that conviction and the safety of Hanta, you freeze at the moment of opportunity.

It's unfair, so unfair.

At your tears, Sero gently pushes you off his lap and runs his thumbs under your eyes. He kisses your forehead and says gently, "I want to stop." It makes you feel worse, makes that longing deepen and in turn reminds you of your inability to follow through. He doesn't press for an explanation, which makes it harder to voice it. Ask me, you call to him. I want to tell you. But chivalry will die with this man, never wanting to pressure you. So you spend the rest of the night restless, unsettled by the unspoken pieces of you. (Those people from your teenage years who saw their arousal as your responsibility, who have trained you to carry guilt anytime your answer feels like no)

Luckily, the conversation doesn't take long to appear. He asks you after a couple days, giving you some space from the situation before prying. He says he wants to check in, to make sure you're okay and gauge where your comfort is at. He admits it's because he wants to give you a kiss.

It takes everything in you to not crawl over and pin him under you. It makes you so frustrated you could pull out your hair.

"You—" you bark at first, surprising yourself. You try to speak in a leveled voice. "You are so..."

He watches as you pause again, concerned. You ball your fists, then point an accusatory finger at him.

"I want you so bad sometimes," you say before you can stop yourself, ignoring the way your face flames and the shock that appears on Sero's, flushing. "But I...I can't fucking—I don't know!"

His worried face remains despite his blush. He takes ahold of your accusing hand—a gesture you realize is always a grounding tool, a way for him to tell you he's there for you. "It's okay," he encourages. "If you tell me what you can, I'll try to piece it together."

You don't deserve him. You know this, want to say as much, but that's not what he wants to hear. At the very least you can try to answer him properly.

"I want to be intimate with you sometimes, more intimate than we are now. But then when there's a moment to take that next step I get anxious, I think because I'm worried about how it could change things...the way you see me."

He listens, rubs his thumb against the back of your hand until you're finished. "Can I ask why you want to be more intimate?"

You pause, not expecting that response. "I'm not sure," you answer, "but it happens when I feel very intensely for you. And sometimes when it doesn't make sense. Like when you say that we should stop because I seem uncomfortable—for some reason it makes me want it more."

You wince after hearing your own words. "Sorry. Maybe I just enjoy leading you on."

He dutifully shakes his head. "No, it makes sense to me," he disagrees. "It sounds like you have concerns about how our relationship or expectations might change. Then when I say something that removes the possibility of those expectations, you feel more secure to try whatever it is you're thinking about."

He looks at you expectantly, waiting for a confirmation or denial. So you nod slowly, "I think that's true. But I want to be able to ask or initiate something and feel confident then, not after you've put an end to things. It gets me nowhere. And it makes me feel insecure, I think."

Sero pouts at that, pouts for you, you realize. "I'm sorry, I didn't notice."

You scowl. "Stop it, it's not your fault. There is no way I could possibly blame you for my problems or my inability to talk to you."

He huffs, like he wants to argue, but then squeezes your hand gently. "I had another question," he says instead. "Do you know what’s making you anxious? You say it has to do with expectations or how I see you, which I think I get, but is still vague. You've mentioned previous relationships before, and I get the sense that they have a lot to do with this. Do you think you could talk about it more? Maybe I can offer my perspective to compare?"

It's an ineloquent jumble of words that tumble from your lips, trying to point out moments in your intimate history that could draw some sort of loose thread.

(You are twelve years old when a girl in your class hands you a note that says, I like you, do you like me too? and you nod, blushing. After class you walk to her locker together and she says you have to kiss her, since you're dating now. You freeze, a lump in your throat at the idea and then you run away. The next day she puts a note on your desk that reads, I hate you.

You are fifteen with your first serious boyfriend. He's the first one you ever kissed, especially like this right now. It's his birthday and the two of you are in his room, kissing in a way that feels weird but seems to make him happy. Your heart starts to race when he brings your hand between his legs and says, "C'mon, it's a special day." You agree easily, excited by the idea of trying something new. You feel gross when he finishes and make an excuse so you can leave.

You are sixteen when you lose your virginity to him, unable to find the words to tell him how to make it better as he rubs you harshly and thrusts too fast. You think it's supposed to be like this, that first times are never good, and you just hope that he'll want to stop when he finishes this time. You let him do what he wants since he told you he planned the night and the room to be romantic. For you.

You are seventeen when you go to a party, hoping to find someone fun to talk to and take your mind off your breakup. There's a cute boy who gets you a drink, and when he leans in to kiss you, you don't stop him. You don't stop him when he pulls you to a room in the house either, where you eventually spend the night in his bed. You feel hollow the following morning.

You are eighteen on a date with someone you instantly clicked with. She invites you into her house and you say "okay" even though you're tired. You like her company and want to sit in it for a little longer. You continue to say "okay" when she goes to kiss you, to touch you, to lay you down, despite not feeling ready. 

You are still eighteen when half a year passes with her, but you can no longer stomach the thought of holding her hand. So you end things, a messy break that she is angry about, and think maybe you're going about this all wrong.)

You mention disappointed looks, assumptions and entitlement you were subjected to. You don't understand what it means at the end of all this talking, other than that you're difficult, complicated in the way you handle intimacy.

To make things more confusing, you add at the end, "I think my sex drive has always been lower than anyone I've been with. And sex itself is usually super disappointing, like I wasted my time. But sometimes I have really good sex, and sometimes I'm horny for several days. But usually once I get my fix I won't want to do anything for weeks."

(You are twenty-two and finally telling someone.)

It's a lot to dump on him, but he listens carefully the entire time and then responds thoughtfully, trying to make sense of all the different pieces of information and directions. He suggests that you might need more time to be with someone before you have physical intimacy, or that you don't associate certain touches to be sexual, but other people have interpreted any initiative on your end as such. He thinks about the disappointment, the assumptions, and the entitlement—how that makes it difficult to make your own choices about your body and desires. He says that you could also simply have an unpredictable sex drive, and you need people to be flexible about when they can be with you in certain ways. He wonders if it wasn't that complicated in the beginning, but the way your relationships panned out made everything harder and more confusing.

You think it makes some sense when he puts it like that. It never occurred to you that your feelings weren't the problem, but the way people responded—or didn't respond. You talk back and forth for a little, trying to refine the way you articulate the root of all this. It helps at first, but then it becomes confusing again.

Sero notices and changes directions by saying, "How about this: the way I see intimacy isn't that everything is a prelude to sex, but that the point is to just enjoy the feeling at the moment. It doesn't have to end in an orgasm or a certain idea of "finished", but just that both sides enjoy themselves."

You keep your face carefully blank as you think about his words. They sound foreign, an entirely different way of thinking about pleasure. It doesn't make sense.

"What...what's the point, then?" you ask, not trying to be dismissive but genuinely confused.

He shrugs, "To have fun, maybe get to know someone a little better or feel closer to them for a moment. People can decide to end their workout or a project whenever they want to, even if someone else may have a different idea of when it's actually done. Sex—intimacy in general—can be the same."

That...sounds believable, you think. "But is that not just blue-balling yourself?"

He laughs. “Maybe. But there's a different kind of enjoyment in that if you're open to it. And usually it makes the next time you orgasm that much better...Although, if you're not expecting to cum it's not really blue-balling, I think."

That makes you pause. You think about the way your mind immediately jumps to sex when there's arousal involved. You wonder if you've been subjecting Sero to the same assumptions and expectations that you've been fearing this entire time. You think his perspective sounds interesting and relaxed, that it makes sense for Sero. So easy-going. You think it wouldn't hurt to try thinking about things that way.

Instead of voicing that, your mind darts somewhere else when you speak. "We...we're basically a couple at this point." You think about how you still have different rooms. "Well, maybe not."

Sero shrugs, "Maybe. I don't think that's our priority right now."

Again, he lifts the weight of the world from your shoulders.

You're still twenty-two when you try running your hands over his torso and tell him you want to try pushing things a little further. He says, "okay" and brings his hands to your waist. The way they move is exciting, different than his hugs or cuddles. These hands move purposefully, curious as they explore your body and press or pinch or pull—trying to understand and coax an array of reactions from you. He's gentle, asks if they can trail lower. When you nod, he pauses and pulls them back. You see apprehension fill his vision and he asks if you can stop for now. You're confused, but agree, and instead you spend the night as his little spoon, his hands back to hugging you at the waist. You want to ask, but you remember the way he normally gives you time, and instead let yourself soak in the warmth of his body.

You're nearly twenty-three when you learn that another big piece in this large equation is embarrassment at your desires. You want to try going further again, but remember Sero's apprehension. You ask him gently one night, trying to be honest the way he is with you. That you want to make sure things are okay, that you want him.

His answer surprises you a little, mostly because nobody ever told you something like it before. 

"I think I'm a little nervous after what you told me about your history with other people," he admits. "It might feel kind of backwards, but I don't want you to agree to something just because you think I want it—or want it more than I care about your boundaries. I would feel awful knowing that you didn't actually want to be with me in that way."

You remember how he puts an end to things whenever you seem nervous or unsure, leaving no room for doubt. He doesn't want to be with someone who's uncertain of their feelings. It's a shocking realization for you, used to people wanting the pleasure itself, uncaring of how it's obtained. You feel some guilt at your lack of self-understanding, wishing you could offer something to make him feel more at ease. You ask him.

"I think...If you want something, you have to say it." He tells you firmly. "I don't like guessing and getting nods or unclear answers. If you tell me to do something or guide me, though, I'll know you're enjoying yourself. And you have to tell me to stop if you start feeling any uncertainty."

You agree, starting to understand Sero's perspective throughout this mess.

But verbalizing your desire turns out to be much more difficult than you anticipated. Your body screams touch me, touch me here, but you're incapable of saying it, face burning with shame at the thought. You ask for a break while the two of you are caught in a passionate kiss on his bed, him pulling away as he hovers over you.

Your eyes bore into his, trying to will the words out. He seems to notice your struggling and takes his hand off your waist, removing any distractions.

It's the opposite of what you want.

"Fuck, this is harder than I thought," you say honestly, wanting to get anything out there to start.

"What is?" he asks gently.

You swallow. Breathe out slowly. Inhale. "Telling you what I want to do," you admit. "I feel really embarrassed by it for some reason."

"I want you to," he reminds you softly. "Tell me, I want it to be good for you too."

The way his honesty turns you on, sends fire through your body is unfair. Sero, ever so open, never acting on shame. So unfair.

"Just—just go back...to kissing me," you say. Maybe it'll help you find the courage, after you relax a little into his touch. He nods curtly before leaning to continue, starting gently before working up to the previous rhythm.

It takes a couple minutes for you to move, eventually grabbing his wrist—the one that was on your waist before—and returning it, bringing it against your belly. You manage to gasp out, "Again," in between kisses, "like before."

With the way Sero grabs you and runs his hands along your torso, you think your lead was enough for him to follow. The admission keeps your cheeks warm, but his passionate response helps chip at your self-consciousness. In a moment of courage, you drag one of your hands from his waist to his back and press down, pulling his hips so he grinds against you. The gasp that leaves his mouth is surprised and broken, and the sound mixed with the feeling of his hardness makes you groan. 

He ruts against you gently but with an intensity. You feel him get firmer with the contact, and you can feel your own arousal deepen. Your mind runs wild with possibilities for what to do next, torn between bringing his hand between your legs, or your own between his.

When he breaks away from your lips and presses kisses against your neck, you tell him, "I can't decide—If I wanna try getting you off or wanna have you play with me." The whine he releases makes you squeeze your thighs together. The honesty is exciting, liberating as you feel a sense of freedom.

Your body shivers when he clenches his hand at your stomach, thumb reaching to rub gently below your belly button. It makes you inhale shakily in anticipation. His voice is low in your ear, throaty and sinful as he tells you, "Let me."

That night is the second time you sleep in his bed with him, now both of you fully naked. Spent. Your heart squeezed by him whispering in your hair—thank you, and I love you.

As expected, things unravel before they improve. You need space, time alone and time untouched. There's a tenseness in your stomach, but it's manageable, small rolling waves. You try to ride them out patiently, with as much compassion for yourself as you can muster. Sero is good to you, because of course he is. And his openness to your needs helps to peel away your apprehension. You find yourself still comfortable in his presence, easily falling back into your usual patterns after a few days of closing yourself off.

You don't reach for him for a little while longer, but he doesn't seem too fazed. You notice something has changed with the way he acts around you, though.

You're making dinner one evening after he returned home, washed and waiting on the couch. You can feel his eyes trailing you, and every time you look towards him he holds your gaze, smiling. You turn the stove off and put your hands on your hips when the food is ready. 

"What's with the staring today?" you ask candidly.

He shrugs and says, "You're beautiful." It makes your face heat, not expecting that answer. Then he adds, "Sorry, is that uncomfortable?"

You shake your head, want to tell him it's not believable. Instead you say that it's fine and usher him to eat. His words ring through your mind and you can't help but stare a little as you eat your dinner quietly, the two of you making a lot of eye contact.

When you finish and start the dishes, taking a plate that he passes you by the sink, you tell him, "You're beautiful too."

You've always felt complicated at friend gatherings.

Sero invites you when they happen—usually at an izakaya or occasionally hosted at someone's place—friendly meetings with his group of hero friends from UA. The first time he asked you to come, you were confused. It felt out of place to be there, not sure you were the sort of person who needed to get introduced to heroes, for being a roommate.

Sero had looked at you questioningly when you told him. It was your explanation after turning down the third invite. "You—you're my best friend," he said. "Not just my roommate. I've wanted you to meet my UA friends for a while."

That sort of honesty was hard to reject, so you went despite your nerves. Thankfully he knew Denki and Shinsou would be there, familiar faces you could cling to if Sero got whisked away to catch up with others. That night was fun and you enjoyed getting to meet these people—names that Sero mentioned often—and hear stories from their perspective at Sero's expense.

The one difficulty of that night was the constant denying that the two of you were dating. Rolling your eyes at Denki's stupid wiggling eyebrows, attracting the interest of another friend—Mina—in trying to get you to divulge the secrets you were allegedly keeping. It didn't help that this was just a couple weeks after the two of you first kissed—a development that was unexpected but you decided didn't change the label of your relationship. The heroes in front of you looked too starry-eyed, too smug in their questions, for you to share any of that. So you doubled down on your place as a friend, playing it off easily.

Even as your touches with Sero covered more ground, it was still easy to call yourself friends in front of others—especially because neither of you yearned for affection when there was an audience. An occasional arm over the shoulder or ruffle on the head passed between you, but those were the ways Sero engaged with any of his friends. The two of you had an agreement that things were better kept lowkey around others, solely to avoid unnecessary explanations. And it worked, until it didn't.

This time, nearly a year after your first, a Saturday evening at an izakaya rented out just for the heroes and their friends, Sero is loose—undoubtedly because of the efforts of his fellow alum, toasting to anything and declaring constant challenges for no reason other than to get plastered together. It's a small group, the rest—and thankfully majority—of the people gathered keeping an eye on them and ensuring they have safe means of getting home.

You're returning from the bathroom, walking through the hall separated from the main bar, when Sero appears. You step to let him pass, about to ask how he's holding up, when he sloppily grabs your jaw with one hand and kisses you.

You return it for a moment before reaching to push his chest back gently, saying, "Not here Hanta." He uses his other hand to grab yours pressing against him, making a noise—one that sounds like a mix between a whine, a groan, and love you—and leaning down for another. It makes your heart race with both affection and nerves. You're prepared to wriggle from his grasp, already twisting your forearm to—

There's a gasp from the end of the hall. You freeze at the sound, blood running cold when you recognize whose voice it is, an, "I knew it!" screamed by Mina, gleefully.

You aren't sure why getting caught like this makes your stomach turn the way it does. Surely you're not a high schooler hiding your secret boyfriend from your parents. But you hate that it was Mina to find you like this, knowing her mind is jumping at lightspeed to conclusions, making assumptions out of one snippet of a gesture.

And Mina's cry grabs attention, of course it does. And it's Denki, because of course it is, and the first thing he says when he takes in the scene before him is, "Dude, I knew there was no way you could be living together and not banging." Because of course he does.

And your eyes sting with tears, not sure if it's shame or disappointment or fear coursing through your veins, still icy. You're deaf to any other comments they make, feeling your breath quicken while your heart hammers in your chest. When your moment of paralysis passes you retreat, the coward taking over to reign in any sense of control or safety. Sero's grip is slack from the shock, and you use the opportunity to dart back into the bathroom, grateful there's a lock on the main door despite there being four stalls inside.

The noise is overwhelming—too many sounds to fully understand what's happening. You hear Sero call your name, rushed knocks on the door. Denki and Mina's voices get closer too, still trailing on and on with interrogation and amusement. It makes your eyes water faster but your body heat in anger. It's what, of all things, you were trying to avoid most. The way people will take in the news and their first thought is that they somehow knew. That it was obvious, that you're oblivious to your own emotions and stupid for having to move at your own pace. The way their faces fill with cockiness—borderline condescension—because they knew all along, idiot. 

It's a blur, fuzzy in your mind as you try to focus on breathing. You muffle your sobs into your arm, not wanting to give the people on the other side the satisfaction of knowing the state you're in. You think your embarrassment would make them proud of themselves, for some reason.

It's only a moment later when there's a startling shout. It's Bakugou, with his signature, "Oi!" before he barks, "Shaddap you idiots!"

You hear stomps approach the door, then two shrieks. The voices whine and ramble as they move further away, carrying part of your overwhelm with them.

You don't see the meaningful look Bakugou gives Sero before he turns to shove them back in the main room. You don't see the way Sero's eyes are completely clear, body sobered by the gravity of the situation.

(Sero once admitted that he keeps Kirishima vaguely informed of the developments between you two, mostly because he was the next closest friend and the best person for advice. Always better at the emotional stuff, in his words. He also mentioned that Kirishima could probably relate, since Bakugou has a way of disregarding convention when it comes to his relationships. You wonder if Bakugou knows too.

You don't hear how in the main room Mina whines, "But I saw them kiss!"

You don't hear Bakugou's response either: a scoff and then, "Doesn't fuckin' matter what you saw, you shit. S'none of your fuckin' business.")

Sero stands in the hallway as his brain attempts to recollect all that happened in the span of a minute, give or take. You're still muffling your panic in your arm, but he hears a shaky inhale and it sends alarms of urgency through his body. He raises his hand to try knocking again, and he is momentarily taken back to a wooden desk on the fourth floor—the first few weeks of knowing you, knocking on your desk to get your attention because he wasn't sure if it was okay to tap your shoulder. It feels like an entire lifetime ago, but also the reality of the present. So he knocks, a short series of raps at the pace of his nervous heart.

When he's met with silence, he says softly, "Hey, I'm sorry. Can you let me in? So I can apologize properly," pauses; adds, "and make sure you're okay."

It takes a moment after some shuffling on your end and a pause, but he hears the door unlock. Unable to contain his relief, he yanks it open and pushes through, pulling you into his arms. You hear the door lock again after he's gotten ahold of you and you shove your face into his warm chest to mute a surprise sob. He doesn't let you stay there for long, trailing his hand to your face so he can look at you, run his thumb below your eye to wipe away another tear.

"I'm sorry," he says, heartfelt and unwavering. "I know we said that kisses were private, and I didn't respect that. And it led to exactly what you were worried about, especially since it's Mina and Denks. Being drunk is no excuse. Can I...do anything right now to help?"

It's unfair how perfect his apology is, how open and honest he is when he's at fault. You just pull him close, needing his comfort in the security of the damned locked bathroom. He feels more relief at that, to not be pushed away.

You feel more gnawing at your stomach, those ugly thoughts that you're overreacting, blowing things way out of proportion. Playing some sort of victim when it's not a big deal. It was a kiss, you tell yourself. But a kiss is often what starts to create those separations, categories in the mind that are inflexible, come with the territory of strictly defined behaviors and confine the way people see you. And it was sweet that he wanted your affections. You think it's all in your head, that you're overcomplicating—

You are pulled out of your spiraling when Sero jerks himself away from you and makes a beeline for one of the stalls. You hear the sound of his retching and run to his side, patting his back and raking your hand through his hair. It’s a delayed reaction maybe—likely a combination of already feeling sick from the drinks, the nerves from the guilt, and that moment where he suddenly sobered. You wait with him until he's finished, flushing the toilet for him when he goes to stand on shaky legs.

"You're too good for me," he moans guiltily as you help him to the sinks to wash his face and mouth.

You just shake your head, disagreeing but not wanting to impose an argument on him in this state. You pocket it for later, wondering what he'll remember in the morning. A knock at the door breaks you from your thoughts.

It's Kirishima, concerned face slightly relieved to see you after you open the door. "Just checking in. Hanta man, you look super unwell," he says, taking in Sero's paleness. Red eyes then move to you, "And you..." you think about how you were mid-sob, a mess in your own right. You know the pair of you look ridiculous.

"Maybe it's best to take him home," he decides. You agree. 

Kirishima is a step ahead, already having gathered your things so you could choose to exit the izakaya without re-entering the main room where everyone else is, still chatting happily. You think he is your savior. The only one who sees you slip away is Bakugou, eyes meeting yours intensely, like there's something he's trying to tell you.

Sero makes an effort to apologize, first thing in the morning. You two are in his bed again—you wanted to be by his side in case anything happened at night—despite the nerves sitting in your gut from earlier. They're gone, mostly, now that you're away from prying eyes.

You wake before him, watch him lay peacefully on the pillow. You think he looks soft and unbothered, not far from how he is awake. After a moment of appreciating his quiet presence, you slip away carefully, return with a glass of water and medicine for his bedside table, and then enter the kitchen to make breakfast.

When he wakes, he is hit by nausea, dense in his stomach. He's not sure if it's the hangover or his in-tact memory of the night before, but it worsens when he sees his nightstand, smells the traces of his favorite post-drinking breakfast wafting through the air. He takes his pills and chugs the water before straightening himself up as quickly as possible and meeting you in the kitchen.

He's pouting when you see him, not even aware that he's doing it. But you see the way his lip juts out and his eyes are teary with guilt and you smile softly. He feels worse.

You had some time to reflect after waking and while you cooked breakfast. You decide it was definitely an overreaction on your part, the tears and the dread inexplicable and now a thing of the past. What's done is done, and you'll move on.

So you ask him, "How are you feeling?" before you turn to shovel some food on his plate.

And he makes a sound, a strangled one in the base of his throat, begging you to acknowledge what he's hurting for. (You.) He walks to you in large strides to gently wrap arms around your waist and bury his nose in your hair. It's so gentle, so cautious. And you're warm against him as you lean back into his embrace.

"I'm sorry for my bullshit last night," he says, not answering you.

You say as much, "Not an answer to my question."

And he whines, tells you, "Stop, don't do that. I upset you and you should let me make amends while sober."

You huff, wanting to be done with it. "It's fine Hanta. What's done is done, we'll carry on. And I overreacted anyways."

He squeezes you tight when you say it, you can feel the disagreement radiating off of him. "No, no. Not an overreaction, never an overreaction. You cried. It's acceptable to cry when you're upset."

"I ran away and locked myself in the bathroom."

"It was a meter away and you needed space."

He's too good at this. You try, "You were incapacitated, not thinking straight."

It makes him angry. He pulls away and turns you so you have to look at him when he tells you, "You told me to stop and I didn't." It makes you swallow, to hear it phrased like that. "Drunk or not, it's unacceptable. And if I can't respect our agreement when I'm that wasted, I shouldn't let myself drink that much in the first place."

You think of past nights at the bar, one night stands. Partners when they had an extra glass of whatever and couldn't pull themselves away from you. You, drunk enough to roll with it. But you, never actively wanting it.

All you can do is say, "Okay." 

Sero sighs, face pinched in a pained expression as he leans forward to hug you again. He rests his head on yours and sighs.

"I'm sorry," he repeats.

"I know," you say. "And I forgive you."

He runs a hand along your back and hums. He's still unhappy with the conversation, thinking about the way you tried to dismiss his apology. That part still unaddressed, where you suggested you were over it.

"I'll talk to Mina and Denks," he says. It's a testament to how not-over it you are that you realize you were resigned to never see them ever again. "They have big mouths, but I'll try to keep whatever gossip they spread to a minimum. At the very least they know what circles to contain it to, so there's no risk for the media to learn anything."

That part you didn't even consider, but for some reason don't feel so anxious being reminded of it. Instead you just poke his stomach, once gently and then again firmly to push him back from you.

"Okay," is what you say. "Now, how are you feeling? Are you hungry?"

As expected, touches get a little difficult after that. The sexual intimacy, especially, but even the kisses that you've gotten so familiar with. You're in your head, thinking about the friend-or-not-friend implications of everything. Wondering why it's so hard to just commit to a label.

(Kirishima is on patrol with Sero, seeing him sigh when he's asked how things are going, talking about how you've been struggling to feel as confident in yourself after that night.

Bakugou is scowling, telling Kirishima, "the fuck they care about other opinions so much for?" when the redhead mentions it while debriefing his day at dinner.)

But it improves with time and patience. Sero is crystal clear water, the gentle lapping of waves on a shore. He is warm and inviting and healing. And you are slowly submerging yourself in the feeling of him, occasionally stepping back, occasionally a wave bringing the water higher than you expected. But it is always warm, always safe.

After two months of dread, Sero manages to convince you to come back for an evening with the group. "They wanna apologize," he tells you, "and Kirishima asks about you." You know you can't hide forever and begrudgingly agree to go.

It turns out it helps to face your fears. People don't look at the two of you any differently when you enter, and you feel a twinge of guilt at the way Kirishima's eyes brighten with excitement and relief when he spots you. You're only a few steps through the door when you're stopped, the wailing of a familiar pink friend.

"I'm sorry!" Mina says overdramatically, notably tipsy as she grabs your shoulder. "I'm such a horrible gossip. And you two are so hot—Ugh!"

You don't know where to begin with this, and all Sero can do is laugh from beside you. It doesn't help when you feel your opposite hand get taken by an unfamiliar touch, your eyes darting to see Kaminari starting to kneel as he holds it. Your eyes widen impossibly at the display.

The drunk blond begins his own messy apology, though genuine and making a few good points including: "We're sorry for our big mouths," and "We're too stupid to understand." You laugh in disbelief, until Mina is clinging onto you with an arm around your shoulder and Denki starts kissing your hand. It's overwhelming and you feel cornered, but Sero helps detach Denki from you, pulling him up to drag him back to the bar.

You hear his whines and Sero saying, "It's okay dude, they forgave you." You make a note to tell him yourself later.

You're grateful for the help, but it's left you alone with Mina. She's rambling into your shoulder now, and when you tune in you realize it's actually meaningful stuff.

"—didn't know if Hanta ever really had someone who caught his eye, ever since highschool. He was so chill about everything, the romance stuff especially. Always brushing it off. If there was anything going on, he was just as secretive as Bakugou." She stops to sigh, heavy against you. "Denki told me, when you two first went out and I was so excited, but I've been confused about how stuff has been going ever since. 'Cause sometimes it sounded like you were leading him on, especially when I saw for myself the way he looks at you. And when I saw you in the hall I thought maybe Hanta's love worked out, but then you ran away. Hanta tried to explain it but I don't get it at all."

You lean your head back to get a better look at her face and she's pouting. You aren't sure how to respond, feeling defensive at her brief accusation. But you hold yourself together, make sure your voice is calm when you answer.

"We're friends," you say simply. "Friends who sometimes act like a couple from an outside perspective. But we're always gonna be friends, even if the couple stuff just stops one day."

Mina sighs again, and you think it's probably because of your poor explanation. So you add, "I'm sorry it felt like I was leading your friend on, but I haven't—we're good at communicating. And it doesn't really have to make sense to anyone but the two of us."

It makes her whine and turn to hug you. "M'sorry," she mumbles by your neck. "I'm so nosy about people's love lives. Maybe I should just focus on mine."

You startle out a laugh and gently hug her back. "You're forgiven," you tell her. "And maybe it'll help if you just think about other important things."

She scoffs, grumbles, "You can say that 'cause you're a snack."

You raise an eyebrow. "And you're not?"

The night carries on smoothly after that, finally making it to the bar and getting conversation in with the others—Kirishima first, of course. You and Denki cross paths again and have a significantly less dramatic reconciliation than earlier. Like Mina, he also mentions how Sero's always been elusive about love, that they were just excited for him. You watch him carefully, recounting conversation when Sero talks about Denki, when they were younger and had a relationship not unlike yours now.

Sero approaches you after making his own rounds, from behind you while you're catching up with Jirou. She's offering you an invite to a show next weekend, asking for your number to send you the details. You're in the middle of declining, only ever declining these things. You always think they're pleasantries, offerings to make you feel included as an outsider. But this isn't your world, it's Sero's.

You've told him before, how out of place you feel despite the growing familiarity. Why you decline invites to other hangouts, avoid exchanging numbers. Kirishima is the only one you've folded for, but only for emergency use. Denki and Shinsou had your old number from your intern days, but you got a new one when your career started taking off, never offering it a second time.

"You should go," he says as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. The clink of ice in a glass sounds by your ear, a half-finished Long Island. "If you want."

You make a face, a look he knows. Past conversations where you've told him: it's your world, not mine.

He turns his head to whisper gently in your ear. "You're my world, too."

If Jirou is tempted to react to the exchange and the way your face heats, it doesn't show. She sits calmly, almost bored-looking. It makes you forget she has enhanced hearing. At your unchanged uncertain expression, she says, "It's more than a week away, so you have time to think about it. Sero can give you my number if you decide to come."

You think about your ease in this room, even with the debacle that unfolded several weeks ago. Meaningful looks from Kirishima, glares from Bakugou that seem different from anger. How Denki and Shinsou always make an effort to catch up. The way Mina smiles brightly at your appearance. Jirou, here, inviting you despite your streak of declines.

"Okay," you say. "I'll think about it," instead of your usual excuses.

Sero leans further onto your shoulder, pleased by the response. Jirou's face smiles gently and you think maybe it's time.

You are twenty-three when you decide to move your things into Sero's room—the master. You sleep there together often now, even when it's just side-by-side instead of wrapped in each other's embrace. The room is larger and the bathroom is nicer, too. It makes sense.

Sometimes you retire to the second room anyways, if you need the space for a night or few. Just like everything else it's managed easily enough, met with understanding.

One night when you and Sero are laying in the bed, not touching but facing each other from opposite ends, he says quietly, "I discovered a term today… that I think fits our relationship."

You hum in response, watching him, how his eyes have a twinge of uncertainty.

"Life partners," he offers. It sounds simple, neutral, a little vague.

You like it.

"Sounds perfect," you say quietly.

He smiles, bright and honest. His hand reaches for yours and they sit clasped between you, his thumb rubbing your palm.

"I thought so too."

You are twenty-five when you can finally voice what you want in a public setting without feeling the burden of expectation. You are twenty-five when you are able to let go of the implications of labels, what other people think of them, prevent them from shaping your wants and how you go about them.

You are twenty-five, drinking in the atmosphere of the izakaya with Sero's friends—your friends—and all you want is to touch him. He's come up to you where you're perched at the end of the bar, away from the noise of the center. He lays it on thick, a bad pickup line that makes you laugh in your private corner of the room.

When your voice calms you take him in, dressed up from the nice dinner some of them attended beforehand. His hair is pushed back and messy from the ruffling of friends and his cheeks are warm, a couple drinks in. He looks boyish and cute, and you grab the end of his tie to pull him closer.

"You look good tonight," you say as you obnoxiously eye him up and down. "Gimme a kiss."

He flushes further, protesting out of uncertainty for you and your usual consciousness of PDA. Even as you've gotten more comfortable with intimate touches around his friends, you're never bold like this. But he's also weak to you, and gives easily when you roll your eyes and tell him it's fine.

"Man, have any of you seen Hanta? We're supposed to toast our next round together," Denki whines as he approaches the center of the bar.

Jirou makes a noise of amusement and then a display of cocking her head to the end, eyes directing their gaze.

The blond makes a startled sound when he sees Sero standing over you, moving to break from a kiss while you pull him by the tie to bring him closer. Then an obnoxious gasp when he sees you bite his lip.

Mina just groans and leans into Jirou. "They're so hot together. I totally get it now, why aren't you all like that with me?"

"Randomly making out with you at the group function?" Shinsou asks.

Mina just sighs uh, yeah, and Jirou offers, "Haven't you heard of friends with benefits?" Then she pauses thoughtfully, remembering the way Sero quietly said You're my world, too.

Denki pouts, "Are they—are we gonna get Hanta back tonight? Our toast..."

But then you pull back smiling, and the two of you exchange a meaningful-seeming dialogue. Sero gives you a kiss on the cheek and then turns to the center of the bar, eyes scanning. He brightens when he sees Denki and rushes over with a wave. Meanwhile you stand up as Kirishima walks over to you, you happily meeting him halfway.

"Sorry I got distracted Denks, did you put in the order?" Sero asks, breath slightly labored.

"Shut up man," the blond continues to sulk. "Don't rub it in, you can go back to making out in your corner."

Sero laughs, "Nah, I wanna drink with you. Let's go."

Denki eyes him skeptically but the shots are brought out and then downed easily. Denki is soon slurring and leaning against Sero for support. They awkwardly stumble to the barstools together.

"Dude, you're not like—gonna run away from us with your hot friend, right?" Denki asks after sitting down.

Sero looks at him with wide eyes. "What? We've been living together for years. It hasn't made me see you any less."

The blond sighs, saying, "Yeah, but...That's before you started making out like that."

And Sero laughs, genuinely. Happily. "Denks. We've been making out for years now too. And you’ve known about the making out for a while."

There's a hum in response, noncommittal. Sero watches closely as Denki's eyes look far away, thoughtful. Somber.

"I'm—I'm happy for you man," he says eventually. "And...I'm sorry."

Sero doesn't need any other words to know what he's alluding to. He's immediately thinking back to life at UA when he had a relationship not so different than yours now—but with Denki. Late nights in the dorm sleeping together in one of their beds, after cackling and scheming to make their classmates' lives harder. Everyone knew they were close, but they didn't know about the cuddling, kisses and tender moments that would spring at random in private. They were happy with their little rendezvous, carefree and uncommitted. 

At least, it was fun until Denki got more serious about his thing for Jirou. It didn't make Sero upset, the loss of the touch and the intimacy. But the loss of his friend almost entirely is what bred hurt in his heart. No more late night laughing, one-on-one time in the dorms. They still hung around each other with the others, Denki still slinging an arm over his shoulder, but everything deep between them paused for a while, without explanation. It was awkward and confusing. Hard.

But war changes people, brings them closer and further apart. Denki and Jirou's new thing didn't last, luckily able to revert back to their easy friendship. And the boy's friendship with Sero was rebuilt, sturdy and unwavering. But it was different, and that period of emptiness remained unspoken, left as an artifact to the times when things were simpler and easier.

Sero knows that when Denki voices this insecurity, when he pouts and feels a squeeze at his heart, it's one that first appeared in the fourth floor of the agency when Sero asked you on a date. He knows that Denki fears the very thing he did when they were teenagers, the blond whisked away by the prospect of a love that was somehow more meaningful than theirs.

Sero knows that Denki understands the magnitude of what you and he share. And Sero knows that Denki will always feel a sliver of guilt in his heart for not maintaining the same.

"I forgave you a while ago," Sero tells him. It's honest, real. Unwavering forgiveness. And Denki is sighing, pouting as he leans into his arm propped up on the bar.

Sero pats his back gently as he says, "I love you, Denks." And the boy is teary, leaning into the touch as he says a muffled love you too.

You're aware of this history, something Sero shared with you when you were friends at a distance, separated by work and life. You had asked once about the ease with which he navigates his relationships. Why he can maneuver his feelings so well.

And you see this moment, this exchange from a distance from your spot at the bar. A small smile creeps onto your face, imagining their dialogue.

Sero's eyes meet yours as you make your way over, unhurried. He smiles, brightens before giving Denki's back another pat and letting his hand slide away.

You are twenty-five when Sero reaches for you in the ambiance of a bar crowded with friends. It's a gentle but confident gesture that he knows you will take, an outstretched hand extended to close the distance as quickly as possible. You are twenty-five when you take it easily, relieved by his touch and the knowledge that he accepts you—and everything you’re willing to give him.

just another fic of me oversharing thanks (the kitchen apology scene fixed me i think, i'll never have problems again)

this one is all over the place tbh and it's probably because i was trying to cram too many things into such as short length but some people on ao3 were fans, hopefully someone here enjoys too!

[aeyla]

Subby Bin does something to me

boy thoughts🫡 catching perv!binnie watching videos of you at a work party, in a sexy dress, drooling over your cleavage. that’s all </3

🏷️: pervy coworker changbin <3, afab!reader, exhibitionism i guess, panty sniffing, cunnilingus, changbinnie eats it w the panties on baby, face fucking, subby!bin, lil possessiveness, humiliation/degradation, light cockstepping

a/n: this probably isn’t even what you meant, but this is how my brain took it so i’m running with it… i hope u don’t mind! ty for the boy thoughts this one was yummmyyy to my tummy!

he’s been cute to you. a little clumsy, sweetly shy and reserved around you despite the several months you’ve been working in the same department, but cute all the same.

regardless of his evident timidness around you, changbin’s too kind to ever walk by your office without sticking his head in to give you a polite hello and wish you a good day. it’s too early in the morning for pleasantries; you’re too tired. mrs. rhonda is always met with a halfhearted morning, neal is met with a close-lipped smile, but changbin… you straighten your posture for changbin, your eyes brighten themselves for changbin. good morning, have a good one, don’t work too hard doesn’t sound nearly as fake when you’re saying it to him. if changbin notices the change in your demeanor, he doesn’t acknowledge it, just takes the batting of your eyelashes and the seductive curl of your lips as they come, even when his eyes shake behind the lenses of his clear glasses.

changbin always looks nice in his wooly sweaters and cotton polos, his ass tight and round in his beige khakis, but the pinstripe suit he’s wearing tonight has you ogling him every chance you get. moony fixation on him aside, you’re not typically the one doing the ogling, but changbin cleans up nice and you do have eyes.

he’s part of the reason you’re dressed the way you are tonight. a company-wide dinner at some swanky, rentable venue space to celebrate a successful fiscal year in sales is a good enough excuse to dress up at least a little bit, but you shaved for this, you’re wearing a new dress and that pistachio perfume you’ve recently been hooked on, and you didn’t do any of that for the accounting department.

you can tell changbin appreciates the extra effort you put into your attire because he can’t stop glancing at your legs. you’re not seated at the same table but you interact with him like you are, crossing your legs to give him a better view of the smooth skin and angling your body towards him while you talk with your supervisor.

changbin is easy to tease. he’s sweet, you like his goofy laugh and the way his cheeks bunch up when he tries not to smile. you’ve gotten him hard enough times now that you know his tells. his ears are red, two cute little strawberries you could eat right up. he speaks louder to the people around him so his voice is what they focus on instead of managing to somehow notice his fattening erection under the pristine, white tablecloth.

the promise of a group picture from your department head later in the night is enough incentive to worm your way through the crowd of your coworkers and straight to his side. you touch a light hand to his back so you don’t spook him, grin your hello when he turns away from hyunjin to look your way. out of the corner of your eye, he lifts his arm as if to wrap it around your waist to pull you closer, but it doesn’t get too far before falling limply to his side again.

someone you don’t recognize from another department takes the picture, and you press yourself to changbin’s side. people are crowded around you, leaning in close to be seen in the frame or to not, but you have enough room to stand up straight and you both know it. that doesn’t stop you from arching your back to press the side of your chest against his arm.

he’s warm. even through his coat you can feel the warmth that radiates from his skin. he runs hot. you wonder how hot he’d run when you finally get him naked, when you finally get him in your bed to play. your nipples tighten under your dress.

dessert is nice, something rich and decadent that sticks to the roof of your mouth and your tastebuds, but changbin’s hazy attention is even nicer. the neck of your dress isn’t low cut enough to be inappropriate, but if you lean over far enough, lean your tits against the table while you talk so they press up, well, who’s to say?

you catch his eyes, they linger for a moment before he frantically looks away, like he knows he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

well that won’t do.

he’s looking at his lap the next time your gaze falls to him, bottom lip pouting cutely as he fiddles with what you assume to be his phone under the table.

the decision to get up and make your way to him is an easy one. you’re curious as to what could possibly hold his attention more than you’re able to, but when you walk up behind the almost empty table he’s sitting at, your pride rears its head and roars like a lion.

changbin’s looking at the group picture from earlier, sent in a group chat by your department head right after it was taken. his thick fingers have zoomed in on the pretty swell of your cleavage that’s pillowed right on his arm. he’s pressing his thumb to the screen every couple of seconds, image coming to life right under the pad of his finger.

a live picture.

you watch him replay and replay and replay the image with a satisfied grin tugging at the corner of your lipstick stained lips, watching him watch you press your breasts to his arm over and over again.

changbin’s so enraptured by the image on his phone screen that he doesn’t seem to hear the light clacking of your heels behind him. it’s only when you press your lips to his pink ear that he startles and hurriedly locks his phone, turning it over in his lap.

“you’re a little freak, changbinnie,” you whisper.

changbin’s head bobbles. he’s so fucking cute with his fearful, wide eyes, his burning ears. he’s stuttering something awful and you don’t bother to help him out, just tilting your head to the side and listening to him rasp out an intelligent uh- i-! hi.. hi, hi. um, it’s not-? it’s not- sorry, sorry i-, i wasn’t- i really…

you turn away from him abruptly and leave changbin — stammering and embarrassed — behind at his table. your heels clack heavily on the linoleum as you walk to the mouth of the lobby corridor, only pausing for a moment to look behind you and make sure changbin is still watching. and obviously, he so obviously is, and a quirk to your lips has him nearly leaping from his seat to follow behind you.

luckily the bathroom is quiet, the only thing you hear when you open the door is the slight buzzing from the overhead light and the grit of the platform of your shoe on the tile.

changbin is right on your heels though, squeezing through the closing door and pressing his back against it when he’s inside. his chest is heaving. you don’t know if it’s because he hurried to meet you or because he’s embarrassed. maybe it’s a little bit of both.

you look at him with expectant eyes, a sharply raised brow, and changbin crumbles underneath your gaze.

“i’m so sorry,” he heaves. “i’m so, so sorry. that was really wrong of me. if you- if you want to tell our supervisor, you should. i- i really think you should, you should feel safe where you work, and i-”

you cut him off with a raise of your hand, and changbin’s voice stops in its tracks. good dog.

“you’re sorry?” you implore. changbin nods so hard that his glasses slip down the slope of his round nose. he’s looking at you with the most pitiful eyes, with a downturn of his pretty, plump lips. his apology is genuine, but the power you hold over him is intoxicating. you like the way he looked at your picture, you like the way he wants you because you want him just as much. “get on your knees and show me how sorry then.”

it’s immediate, the way changbin drops to his knees. he looks good like that, pliant and yielding before you, with his sweet, sparkly eyes looking up so reverently at you where you stand tall. a devotee to a deity.

changbin sways clumsily on his knees when you lift the skirt of your dress. he watches raptly as you reveal your legs to him, your plush thighs, the silky panties that hide where you’re wet for him. you both lean forward at the same time, and the wild smile that grows on your lips when he presses his nose right to the sticky gusset of your panties couldn’t be stopped if you tried. you can feel the pressure from his puckering lips, but the frantic inhaling from his round little nose can’t be missed either.

“you like the way i smell, baby?” you laugh. changbin moans against you, a whiny little thing. “you’re so fucking nasty. fucking pervert, what if this is all you get, huh? a nose full of my panties…”

he tries to pull away to speak, but you yank him closer to you so he can’t. it isn’t until his eyes are rolling in his skull that you tug on his thick curls again, giving him just enough room to pull away and speak where you can hear him.

“i’ll cherish it. i will, it’s enough. it’s more than enough. you- you smell…” another long whiff. he nudges back between your legs, your panty covered labia. “perfect.”

you throw your head back. he’s such a sweet talker, he has such a good mouth. your hand cups the back of his head to push him tighter against you, and changbin takes it in stride, mouthing and lapping at your covered cunt like it’s the best thing he’s ever eaten. he has to be able to taste you. you’re leaking, drooling sweet and tangy into your underwear that’s uncomfortably wet from his spit. if he sucks on the fabric he can swallow your taste, and he does, throat bobbing frantically to gulp as much of you down as he can.

“there you go,” you goad. the way you’re bunching your skirt up against your belly has to be wrinkling the thin fabric, but that’s the least of your worries. changbin’s tangible desperation has you feeling just as needy, just as wild with your want for him that you tug the neck of your dress down until your breasts are spilling over it. your nipples tighten when the chill of the air touches them, and the hand that isn’t tangled in his hair flies up to knead at your sensitive chest. “get- get in there, get in there, fuck… eat it.”

another pathetic whine. you can feel it better this time but only because changbin tugs your soaked panties to the side. his tongue is fucking heaven on your swollen clit, laving up and down your slit and probing at your clenching hole. he eats you messily, smacks his lips and pants hotly against your core as he struggles to breathe. his mouth is magic, his hands cup the backs of your thighs to keep your steady on your heels. you love the way he’s pleasing you, but it’s his eyes, his sweet, soft gaze that makes you want to ruin him for anyone else.

a step forward from you has changbin leaning onto his haunches, another step forward and you’re crowding him against the door. the only thing keeping his head from thunking against it is your hand cupping the back of it and tickling his curls. he has nowhere to go like this, bracketed by your trembling thighs and the hard wood of the bathroom door. his eyes remain the same, that gaze is as sweet as spun sugar.

changbin’s pressing frantic kisses to your labia and as much of your thighs as he can reach, chanting “yes, yes, take from me. use me to cum, please, you can,” and that’s enough for you to shut him up again with your needy cunt, standing over him and rolling your hips onto his pliant face to take, to use.

your cheek is smushed against the door. you’re almost certain you’re drooling onto the wood, but the wild grinding of your hips takes precedence. it’s so good like this, so dirty, fucking changbin’s face roughly in this stupid, fancy bathroom while your coworkers mill about mere yards away.

the sight in the mirror is your immediate undoing. you can’t look away, even when your eyes fight to roll and close and flutter, you force them open so you can watch yourself use changbin for your pleasure. your hips rut down harshly onto his slick tongue and soft lips, your chest bounces with the force of your movement. you look like a whore. you feel like one, sexy and wanted and good. changbin’s tongue lays flat against your throbbing clit; it makes you jolt, and the fabric of your dress slips from your hands and falls over his head before he nudges it away with a quick hand. it retreats right back to your thigh when he’s done. you’re lucky changbin’s hands are holding you because your orgasm leaves you shaking like a leaf. one of your heels clacks arrhythmically on the tile floor, and changbin soothes his hands in slow circles.

changbin looks just as dazed as you feel when you pull away from him. his hair is a mess, his glasses askew on his round face. the collar of his suit has come unbuttoned. you’re already addicted to the way your slick looks smeared across his lips and chin, wetting the tip of his little nose. you want him. you’ve got him.

he’s hard in his pants, aching by the looks of it, bulge fat enough to make your mouth water. you press your heeled foot to it to make him gasp, and changbin grasps your ankle.

“if only i’d let you hump my foot to cum, huh?” a tease. you pout at him, pressing the toe of your heel into him harder. changbin’s hips buck but he stops himself immediately. “this is mine to play with, not yours.”

he nods, and you smile. how could you not when his eyes look at you with such utter devotion?

changbin leans into your palm when you cup his cheek.

what a pliant little boy, a twisted little pervert, so sweet and gross and pussy-whipped for you already. he doesn’t have to know that you’re down just as badly as he is, that you’re just as addicted to him as he is to you.

he doesn’t have to know, but you think he does anyway.

[aeyla]

crushing on you, SKZ.

featuring — stray kids members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — headcanons of what the stray kids boys are like when they have a crush, and want to pursue you!

contents — fluff, no warnings.

bang ෆ chan

⟶ bang chan isn’t one to jump into feelings recklessly. he’s incredibly observant and would notice the small things about you and these details would only deepen his crush. ⟶ around you, he’d become even more attentive, always making sure you feel comfortable. he’d check in often with a gentle “are you okay?” or a kind smile that lingers just a little longer. ⟶ he’d show his feelings through actions rather than words initially; carrying things for you, helping with your tasks, or even creating playlists of songs he thinks you’d like. ⟶ bang chan would only confess if he felt there was a strong chance his feelings were reciprocated. he’d analyze your behavior meticulously, looking for signs of interest in the way you respond to his jokes or how often you seek out his company. ⟶ he’d overthink every interaction; did that smile mean something? was the hug a little tighter than usual? his groupmates would notice his distracted state and tease him about it. ⟶ when he decides to confess, he’d rehearse his words a million times. despite his confidence as a leader, matters of the heart would leave him feeling vulnerable. ⟶ the confession would be heartfelt but cautious. “i’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while... i like you. a lot. but if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay. i just needed you to know.” ⟶ he’d make it clear that your comfort comes first, reassuring you that no matter your answer, he values your friendship deeply. ⟶ if you return his feelings, he’d be overjoyed but still grounded, wanting to take things slow and cherish every moment. if not, he’d handle it gracefully, though he’d need time to process his emotions privately. ⟶ once together, bang chan would be the most caring and supportive partner, always putting your needs above his own.

felix ෆ

⟶ felix would be adorably obvious about his feelings. his entire face would light up when he sees you, and he’d gravitate toward you in any group setting. ⟶ felix is naturally affectionate, so he’d find excuses to touch your hand, pat your head, or offer hugs. these gestures would carry a deeper meaning when it comes to you. ⟶ one of his love languages is food, so he’d bake you cookies or other treats, shyly handing them over with a hopeful smile. ⟶ felix would thrive on positive reactions from you. if you compliment him, his face would turn red, and he’d get giddy for the rest of the day. ⟶ felix wears his heart on his sleeve and would confess even if he wasn’t entirely sure of your feelings. his bravery comes from the belief that honesty is important, even if there’s a risk of rejection. ⟶ “i know this might be unexpected, but i really like you. like, more than just a friend. it’s okay if you don’t feel the same; i just wanted to be honest.” ⟶ if you don’t feel the same, he’d smile through his disappointment, assuring you that he values your friendship and respects your feelings. ⟶ if you like him back, he’d probably hug you immediately, his joy evident in the way he holds you close. ⟶ felix would want to make every moment special, surprising you with sweet gestures and heartfelt words to show how much you mean to him. ⟶ once together, he’d shower you with love, making you feel adored and appreciated every single day.

lee ෆ know

⟶ lee know wouldn’t be the type to act on his crush immediately. he’d observe you quietly, taking note of the things you like and dislike before making a move. ⟶ his feelings would show in the way he teases you; his humor would become more lighthearted and specific to your inside jokes. ⟶ he’d look out for you in subtle ways, like making sure you’re safe or stepping in to help when you’re struggling, all without making a big deal of it. ⟶ lee know would hesitate to confess unless he was almost certain you felt the same. he’s protective of his heart and wouldn’t want to risk ruining your friendship. ⟶ while usually composed, his softer side would come through when he’s around you. he’d smile more and his voice would take on a gentler tone. ⟶ he’d choose a private moment to confess, his voice steady but his eyes betraying his nerves. “i like you. more than i probably should. i just thought you should know.” ⟶ if you don’t feel the same, he’d take a step back, giving you space while ensuring things don’t become awkward. ⟶ if you return his feelings, he’d be quietly thrilled, showing his happiness through actions rather than words. ⟶ lee know isn’t overtly expressive, but his love would show in the way he remembers every little detail about you and prioritizes your happiness. ⟶ once in a relationship, he’d be fiercely loyal, showing his love in quiet but profound ways that make you feel truly special.

hyun ෆ jin

⟶ hyunjin would fall hard and fast, envisioning scenarios where he sweeps you off your feet like in a romance movie. ⟶ he’d channel his feelings into creativity, sketching you or writing poetry inspired by you, though he might be too shy to share them right away. ⟶ around you, hyunjin would be a mix of giddy excitement and nervous energy. he’d stumble over his words but recover with a charming smile. ⟶ hyunjin would want to build a strong bond before confessing. he’d spend time learning about you, making sure you’re comfortable around him. ⟶ he’d replay every interaction in his mind, analyzing your words and actions for signs that you might feel the same way. ⟶ when he confesses, his emotions would be on full display. “i’ve liked you for a while now, and it’s been driving me crazy. i just need to know; do you feel the same?” ⟶ if you don’t return his feelings, hyunjin would try to be strong, but his emotions might get the better of him. he’d need time to process, but he’d still want to stay close as a friend. ⟶ if you reciprocate, hyunjin would pour his heart into the relationship, making every moment feel like a grand romantic gesture. ⟶ he’d constantly remind you of how much you mean to him, both through words and actions, ensuring you never doubt his feelings. ⟶ once in love, hyunjin would be fully committed, treating you like the muse and center of his world.

i.n ෆ

⟶ jeongin would notice his feelings for you slowly. at first, he might brush them off, thinking he’s just being overly attentive. but soon, he’d realize how much he enjoys being around you. ⟶ around you, he’d become quieter, not out of disinterest but because he’s overthinking everything he says. his usually cheeky demeanor would soften into something sweeter. ⟶ he’d try to make you laugh more than anyone else. every giggle you give him would feel like a small victory, boosting his confidence bit by bit. ⟶ jeongin wouldn’t rush into confessing. he’d want to build a stronger connection first, ensuring you see him as more than just a friend or the “younger brother” figure. ⟶ without realizing it, he’d show his feelings through small gestures, like holding doors open for you, saving your favorite snacks, or sharing his headphones with you. ⟶ when he decides to confess, it would be straightforward but hesitant. “i’ve been thinking about this a lot... i like you. i don’t know if you feel the same, but i wanted to tell you.” ⟶ if you don’t return his feelings, he’d be hurt but wouldn’t let it show too much. he’d focus on maintaining the friendship, even if it stings for a while. ⟶ if you reciprocate, he’d be elated, though his excitement would be understated. he’d want to make sure you’re happy and comfortable every step of the way. ⟶ once in a relationship, jeongin would surprise you with little gifts or kind gestures, always thinking of ways to make you smile. ⟶ despite his younger status, jeongin would be fiercely protective of you, proving that he’s dependable and mature in the ways that matter.

han ෆ

⟶ han would be the kind of person who accidentally makes his feelings obvious. he’d stammer, blush, or trip over his words whenever he’s around you. ⟶ han would joke a lot, often deflecting serious moments with humor. if you catch him staring at you, he’d laugh it off with a silly excuse. ⟶ he’d try to impress you by being extra funny or showcasing his talents, hoping to make you notice him in a different light. ⟶ if you’re close to someone else, he might get a little jealous but wouldn’t say anything directly. instead, he’d act sulky or make sarcastic comments. ⟶ han might blurt out his feelings in a flustered moment, like, “why do you have to be so amazing all the time? it’s driving me crazy!” then he’d freeze, realizing what he just said. ⟶ when he confesses intentionally, it would be heartfelt but tinged with nervous humor. “i like you, but honestly, i have no idea why you’d like someone like me. i just had to tell you.” ⟶ if you don’t feel the same, he’d try to laugh it off but would probably need some time alone to process. he’d eventually come back with a smile, determined to stay friends. ⟶ if you return his feelings, he’d be over the moon, probably hugging you on the spot and thanking you for liking him back. ⟶ once together, han would keep the relationship fun and lighthearted, always finding ways to make you laugh and feel loved. ⟶ despite his goofy exterior, he’d have a romantic side, surprising you with sweet notes, songs, or spontaneous dates.

seung ෆ min

⟶ seungmin wouldn’t make his crush obvious. he’d watch you from afar, taking note of your habits and preferences without making a big show of it. ⟶ he’d tease you in his signature dry and witty way, but there’d be a gentleness to his tone that sets you apart from everyone else. ⟶ seungmin would take his time figuring out his feelings and yours. he’d want to be sure of everything before taking the next step. ⟶ he’d show his affection through quiet acts, like remembering your favorite drink and bringing it to you without being asked or offering to help with your tasks. ⟶ seungmin would only confess if he’s reasonably sure you might feel the same. his confession would be calm and straightforward: “i’ve been thinking about this for a while. i like you, but i don’t want to rush you into anything.” ⟶ if you don’t return his feelings, he’d handle it maturely, though he’d likely need some time to adjust before things could go back to normal. ⟶ if you reciprocate, seungmin would be attentive and reliable, always looking out for you in subtle but meaningful ways. ⟶ he’d prefer to keep affection private, valuing moments shared between just the two of you rather than public displays. ⟶ seungmin would thrive on deep conversations and shared interests, making sure your relationship is built on mutual understanding and respect. ⟶ once committed, seungmin would be your rock, always steady and unwavering in his support and affection.

chang ෆ bin

⟶ changbin might act confident around others, but when it comes to you, he’d get adorably shy. his usual boldness would waver, and he’d fumble over his words. ⟶ he’d tease you as a way to mask his feelings, throwing out cheeky comments or jokes to gauge your reaction. ⟶ changbin wouldn’t be subtle about showing his affection. he’d go out of his way to do things for you, like carrying your stuff or making sure you’re always comfortable. ⟶ he’d constantly showcase his skills, whether it’s rapping, working out, or cooking, hoping to earn your admiration. ⟶ changbin would step in if he ever saw you struggling or upset, his concern evident in the way he’d drop everything to be there for you. ⟶ he’d eventually gather his courage and confess in a straightforward but endearing way: “i like you. i’ve been trying to show it, but i think i’m better at saying it outright.” ⟶ if you don’t feel the same, he’d be deeply hurt but would try to play it off with a smile, wanting to preserve the friendship. ⟶ if you reciprocate, he’d be ecstatic, probably telling his closest friends immediately and planning how to make you the happiest. ⟶ changbin wouldn’t shy away from showing his affection publicly, always holding your hand or throwing an arm around you. ⟶ he’d balance romance and playfulness perfectly, making every moment with him feel exciting and full of love.

notes: first time writing fluff for the stray kids boys! hope yall enjoyed!

[aeyla]

BF! SKZ finding out you've never cum

Pairing: OT8 x Reader Warnings: Explicit content! MDNI WC: 5200

Bang Chan:

“Oh really?” he asks, ears going red. He looks away, staring at the ceiling before glancing back at you. “Never?” you shook your head. He tongues the inside of his cheek and you fidget under his sudden intense gaze. 

“Do you wanna…” you bite your lip, thinking for a moment. “Would you want to help me try?” His eyes go wide for a second before looking at you. 

“You want me to?” he asks, shy. You nod your head and press your thighs together. 

Your boyfriend is hot. There’s no denying that fact, even now as he sits across from you in a black tank top and a pair of grey sweats. Even without trying, he’s effortlessly sexy. Though the relationship is new, you aren’t a stranger to makeout sessions and Chan, well it’s just in his nature to walk around and sleep naked. So, even though this would be your first time… you’ve wanted him. Craved his touch from the first moment he kissed you. So when he asks “Are you sure?” You don’t even hesitate before answering “Yes.” 

He pulls you to his chest. You immediately get chills as you feel his breath on your neck, your back pressed against his front. You can feel the sizeable bulge in his sweats pressed against you and as much as you want to press against it, to turn this onto him, when his hand snakes down your front you throw your head back and focus on the pleasure he’s giving you. His mouth is on your jaw and your neck and long gone is that shy act–you know exactly who you’re dealing with now. The man who isn’t afraid to take his shirt off on stage. The man who shamelessly flirts with Stays. 

“You already look so pretty for me,” he says into your ear. You can tell he’s smiling without looking at him. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already so wrecked for me?” You nod fervently as he hikes your shirt up, revealing you to him. “Say stop at any time,” he tells you with a kiss. The ever-caring lover you’ve fallen in love with, even when at his sexiest can’t not check in with you. He makes you watch every movement, every flick of his hand against your nipples. His warm breath and tongue against your skin, the absolutely filthy words he whispers in your ears when you aren’t looking him in the eyes. 

It feels so natural when his hand connects with your core and you’re already soaking wet. It takes him by surprise and he almost pulls his hands out of your shorts but you close your thighs around him, needy and desperate for his touch. 

“Please,” you say, looking up and blinking at him. You can tell a comment is on the tip of his tongue, something about you being so wet or needy for him but you silence him with a kiss. His deft, knobby fingers slide into you then and he smirks, smirks at the effect he has on you. His fingers are long, skillful in the way that every touch is purposeful. He reaches spots that you couldn’t possibly reach with your own fingers and he touches your body as if he has memorized every inch of you already. 

“Chris,” you whine, and that affects him in ways you don’t even know. You can feel him grow even harder behind you and he even ruts his hips into your back, groaning at the friction. He focuses on you though, one hand snaking up to rest on your neck. 

You’re close. You’re close and he knows it and he touches you now with the intent of getting you to finish. He whispers and groans the filthiest shit in your ear until you’re burning up, absolutely flushed from all the things he tells you he wants to do to you. 

You’re not surprised with how little effort it takes for him to push you over the edge. You pulse around his fingers as he keeps the same pace. He made you cum and he didn’t even have to take off your pants. You’re impressed but you know he would never take the compliment, that he would brush it off and turn red as if he didn’t just wreck you. He pulls his fingers from your center once you’ve come down from your high, sticking them into his mouth and moaning around his fingers. 

“God that was hot,” he laughs. 

You throw your arm over your face in embarrassment and he showers your face with kisses. 

His arms tighten around you and he rocks you back and forth, giddy until you’re both a giggling mess. 

Lee Know:

“Ahhh,” he nods. “I see.” He looks at you and where his hands rest underneath your shirt, playing with the hem. He thinks for a moment, biting his lip as he thinks of a way that he can help you without making you uncomfortable. An idea pops in his head and he looks at you and smirks, eyes dark with mischief. 

He spreads his legs then, his muscular thighs straining the fabric of his jeans. You would be blind to not notice the large bulge straining for some relief but he tsks and guides your vision to his face. You go red-hot from being caught staring and he all but coos, grabbing your waist so that you’re straddling one, muscular thigh. 

“Min–” 

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he prefaces and he blows a strand of hair away from his face. God he’s so gorgeous that it’s lethal, knocking your breath out from your chest with one stare. “But, if you want, you can grind your pretty pussy on my thigh. You do all the work and I’ll just watch you, yeah?” 

You feel shy from his gaze all of a sudden and he silences your thoughts with a kiss to your lips, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. He can’t stop his mouth from connecting to your skin, leaving hot wet kisses along your jaw, neck, and ear. When he nibbles on your ear and you feel his hot breath against you, you can’t help it when your hips kick forward desperate to get some friction. 

“That’s it,” he groans. “Just like that.” Tentatively you roll your hips against the fabric again, head lolling back at the delicious friction it causes between your legs. True to his word he lets you do all the work, arms crossed behind his head and eyes heavy as he drinks you in. He smiles a familiar grin that causes you to heat up, one that’s smug but offensively gorgeous. 

You feel spurred on by the look he’s giving you and the feeling between your legs and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips when he tenses his thigh. 

“Fuck, you look good like this,” he says softly. You’re rocking yourself back and forth on him in earnest now, feeling your high start to build up. But you’re sensitive now and you’re starting to lose your rhythm, your hips becoming tired. 

“Min I can’t,” you whine, losing that feeling that had slowly started to build. 

“I gotcha,” he says, grabbing your hips for you. He rocks you back and forth using his own strength, not forgetting to push his thigh harder against your core. He works you back up embarrassingly fast and before you know it you’re spilling over the edge with your back arched and a loud cry. Just as he allows you to slow down he presses a kiss against your lips, breathing in your moans. You slump against his shoulder then and he strokes your back. “Beautiful,” he whispers. 

Changbin: Changbin doesn’t react at all when you tell him. His arms are full of you, who is currently straddling his lap happily. Your makeout session was starting to get a little intense and you could tell that it was likely to escalate–which you had no problem with, but you couldn’t stop the confession from releasing from your lips. 

He stares at you. No acknowledgement whatsoever. You gulp nervously… any reaction would be better than no reaction, you think. 

“Bin?” you ask, breaking his focus. You’re worried that you ruined the mood, suddenly anxious. “Should I not have said that? We can stop,” you say, lifting your hips to get off of him when he grabs your waist, setting you down flush against his hips. 

“Sorry,” he smiles sheepishly. “I think… I was flustered.” 

“Huh?”

“That turned me on more than it should have,” he admits with a small smile, staring at the wall next to him. You coo at the blush on his face, his ears turning suddenly red. His bulge pressing into your clothed core further proves his point–he wasn’t lying. You hate to admit how turned on you are now too, his thick cock pressing against you making less-than-pure thoughts run through your head. 

Your lips reattach to his in a messy kiss and your hands are everywhere, feeling his broad, toned pecs, his muscular shoulders, his tummy… You press kisses against his throat, his collarbone, his sternum and you can feel his cock twitch in his sweats. The thought that he’s just as aroused as you are, with your panties probably soaked from your arousal, pushes you even further. You rock yourself against his clothed cock, relishing in the way it presses against your clit just right. The groan he lets out is heavenly, his head thrown back in bliss. This gives you the perfect opportunity to lean forward and bite the junction between his neck and shoulder, sucking a pretty purplish-red mark in its wake.

His hips thrust up on instinct and you whine… This must have been the breaking point, you think, because he grabs your hips so tightly you think they will bruise… and he thrusts his hips up into yours so harshly that you let out a shriek in surprise. 

“Fuck… is this okay?” he asks, looking utterly debauched. You nod, trying to rock your hips in tandem but his grip is too tight–he’s in control. He’s lifted you up off of him a few inches and pistons his hard bulge into your core, the same way he would if he were fucking you. His cock slides deliciously against your clit every time and though you don’t know the feeling, you think your high is starting to build up. 

“Just like that, Bin,” you tell him, scrunching your eyes shut and throwing your head back. 

He growls. “You like that? You like when my cock touches your pretty pussy? You’re soaking me, fuck. I’m gonna cum, gonna cum in my pants you’re so hot, baby.” 

You feel your core start to tighten and his hand tightens in your hair, grabbing your face to push your lips against his in a hard but messy kiss. The second your lips come in contact you start to cum, spasming around nothing as he continues to drill his cock against you. 

It takes only a few seconds for Changbin to cum too, grabbing your hips and holding you tight against his bulge. You feel him pulsing in his pants, thick spurts of his arousal shooting out and soaking the sweats. It’s so erotic and he is a sight to behold when he cums, sweat glistening across his forehead and the veins of his forearms protruding from where he holds you tight. 

When he looks up at you he has the audacity to look sheepish again. You smack his shoulder lightly with a smile. “No need to be shy on me now,” you tease. He lifts you up, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and your arms slung around his neck. 

“Wanna take this to the bedroom?” he chuckles. You answer him with a kiss.

Hyunjin: Hyunjin lets out a gasp as if what you have just told him is heresy. Ever the drama-queen, you have to remind your boyfriend to keep his voice down–you’re in public. You’re not even sure how the topic came up, honestly, and part of you wishes that you had kept this information to yourself. Hyunjin, the man that he is, cannot let you keep anything to yourself. He instantly pries for the details despite your red-hot face. 

“How often have you tried?” he asks, more excited than he should be. “You have tried, right? You just can’t…” you slap a hand over his mouth, looking around you. 

“We can talk about this later,” you hiss. He gives you a giddy smile. You can tell he won’t forget about this. 

Sure enough, he’s back on you the moment you walk through the door. 

“Why do you care so much?” you groan. 

“Because that means I get to help you,” he says with a glint in his eyes. “I get to be your first.” Oh. Oh. Well, maybe you like that idea more than you’re willing to admit. 

“Can I? Would you let me?” 

“Hyune, how would you even–” 

You let out a yelp when he rolls onto your back, rolling you on top of him. 

“You could sit on my face,” he suggests. He must see your hesitation because he calms you down by rubbing your thighs. “Grind your pretty cunt all over my tongue.” 

You squeeze your legs together from where you sit on top of him, ineffective due to Hyunjin’s broad frame below you. 

“Are you sure?” you ask. “It’s just… what if I hurt you? What if you don’t like it, or you can’t breathe–”

“Shh, pretty,” he coos. “It only matters if you like it, but trust me I’ll like it too. I can tap your thigh if I need to breathe. You won’t hurt me, okay? You can go as crazy as you’d like.” 

Reluctantly (and a bit nervously), you agree, rolling off of him to take off your pants. You’re already insanely aroused, embarrassingly so just from seeing the gorgeous man beneath you, rock hard in his pants. As you timidly straddle his face, you’re surprised when he pulls your core right onto his face. 

“Hyunjin!” you cry, jerking up. 

“Relax,” he smiles. “No need to be shy. Actually sit.” He lightly taps your ass and you lower yourself onto him, letting out a sigh when he swipes his tongue through your folds. He moans into your center, mumbling something akin to ‘tastes good’ and you relax. When his tongue circles your clit you think electricity has spread throughout your entire body and you lurch forward, his grip on your thighs unwavering. 

“Shit, Hyune, that feels good,” you tell him, his tongue alternating between sucking and flicking your clit to shallowly fucking your hole. You can’t help but rock back and forth on his face, any inhibitions thrown out the window. He groans and sighs into your cunt, clearly enjoying himself as well. He works you up surprisingly fast and he sticks his tongue out wide, letting you ride it and pleasure yourself on it the way you want. His tongue is warm and wet and feels heavenly against your folds and you grind yourself to a finish, his grip on your hips helping to aid you to your release. 

He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, releasing with a pop as he gently licks up your release. You roll off of him and catch your breath, staring at the ceiling in awe. 

“Was it everything you’ve ever dreamed of?” he asks breathlessly, licking his lips of your arousal. “We’re going to need to do that again,” you laugh incredulously. “Your tongue… no wonder I couldn’t get myself off if that’s what I was missing.” He laughs and rolls on top of you, pressing a long kiss against your lips. He tastes of you and that somehow makes it even better.

Han:

You flush when he makes the suggestion. Mutual masturbation. “I have a hard time… I’ve never been able to make myself finish before, though,” you remind him. 

“Yeah yeah, I know,” he says. “But it’ll be hot. And maybe it can help you…”

“But what if you finish first?” you ask him. “Won’t that be… unsexy?” “Unsexy? God no,” he laughs “If anything, I can help you finish after, if you want.” 

“O…Okay,” you agree. The kisses start off messy and you find yourself wanting to wrap your hands around his waist. “No… no touching,” he tells you. “Just kissing. No touching one another’s bodies. It will make it feel better. It will be sexier if we can just… watch.” You agree with him. The wet, sloppy kisses come to an end with a string of saliva connecting you too. You watch intently as he palms himself through his sweats, grabbing his length with a groan. 

“You make me so hard, baby,” he tells you. You feel entranced, lifting up your shirt and playing with your chest as he watches. You grope yourself, teasing your nipples while your gaze never leaves his, the way his eyes stare at you and each movement has you unknowingly biting your lip. 

He pulls his sweats down and palms himself through his underwear before stroking his cock through the fabric, hissing at the friction. Feeling bold, you free yourself of your underwear and move so that he can get a better view. His eyes look so wide and full of lust as he finally frees his cock and starts touching himself properly. He was right. It was erotic for sure. You couldn’t help how turned on you felt as you touched yourself, shallowly fucking yourself with one finger as he watches. He’s beautiful. This is a fact you have always known but right now, as he fists his cock and his hips jump up to meet his hand you can’t help but admire how beautiful, his brows furrowed and eyes struggling to remain watching you. 

This is the first time you’ve properly seen one another without clothes on, and while you have had a few intense makeout sessions and heavy petting, you have yet to go this far. You can’t say you regret it when his whines are so perfect, his neediness as he throws his head back and touches himself with such a vice grip. 

“You’re so hot,” you tell him and he moans. 

You fuck yourself even harder on your fingers, trying to bring yourself close to the edge. He watches when you start squelching around your fingers, so wet that the sound is borderline obscene. You can tell he’s close even though you’re struggling, but you swear you have never been closer to orgasm than when you saw Jisung cum all over himself, shooting his release on his stomach with a cry of your name. Your fingers speed up and you’re still not sure if you’re close, but before you can say anything Jisung crosses the bed. He attaches his lips to your clit without a second thought, his fingers replacing your own. He’s a sight to behold, hair sticking to his forehead and sweat glistening down his toned chest. It takes a few minutes but he doesn’t give up (even though you likely would have by now), he licks and sucks you through your first orgasm. 

“God I could cum again just from that sight,” he admits with a shy chuckle once he lifts his head up from between your legs.

Felix:

It was all because of a stupid card game. Okay, maybe some alcohol was involved too. It was one of those couple’s games and in your newly relationship-state, Felix suggested you play together. A little bit too much wine and a series of giggles and here you were. 

“What is the most amount of orgasms you’ve had in one day?” Felix read the card, a blush spreading across his face. 

“It doesn’t say that,” you laugh, reaching for the card. Sure enough… You let out a sigh. “Truthfully?” you ask. 

“Well–only if you want to,” he backtracks. “You… you don’t need to tell me anything you don’t want to.” 

“No, Lix, it’s fine, it’s just…” you run a hand through your hair, exasperated. “Zero. The answer is zero. I’ve never cum before.” 

“But… you had a boyfriend before me, I thought?” 

“Yeah,” you laugh. “That doesn’t mean he made me cum.” He looks at you thoughtfully, ultimately deciding to table the conversation. You were grateful. You’re both a little too tipsy and flustered to be having this conversation. You watch a movie and curl up against his chest, game long forgotten as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. *** It’s about a week later when Felix shows up at your door with a suspiciously large package in his hands. You were expecting him for date night but not aware of what he brought with him. 

“What’s that?” you ask. You don’t miss the way his ears turn red. 

“This is for later,” he tells you. “It’s a surprise.” You shrug it off and almost forget about it until after dinner. He brings you into your bedroom and hands you the package. 

“I remembered our conversation from last week,” he admits. “How you said you’ve never… so I bought some things that I thought you could use.” 

“Use? To help me cum?” 

He coughs, clearing his throat. “Um, yeah. I just thought… and I don’t even need to be here when you use them, but I thought that you could use some… tools? I don’t know.” 

“Do you want to see me use them, Lix?” you all but purr. He looks at you sheepishly. 

“I wouldn’t say no,” he laughs. “Only if you’re comfortable.” 

You open the package, then. A large dildo. A smaller one. A bullet vibrator. Some things you’ve never even seen before. 

“Wow, Felix, this is…” you lift up one of the larger toys to inspect it. “Was this expensive?”

“Don’t worry about that,” he tells you. “It’s an investment.” 

And that’s how you end up spread on your bed, Felix watching from a chair at the end of your bed. 

“I can always take a video,” he suggests. You furrow your brow. “Y’know, that way if you have a hard time finishing, we can watch it back and review and see where it went wrong?”

“Felix I KNOW you did not just suggest having a VOD review of my masturbation session,” you laugh. “I’m not one of your games you know.” He looks away shyly. You acquiesce. “If you want to record… use my phone though.” He looks way too excited as he grabs your phone and props up the camera as you start to play with yourself, fucking yourself with one of the vibrating dildos he bought. It felt really good, and it was just an added bonus that the sexiest man alive was watching you. 

“You can go deeper,” he drawls. You can tell he’s accentuating his deep voice because he knows it turns you on. “Don’t be afraid to really press the end of it against your clit.” The toys worked you up faster than you ever imagined and you squirmed beneath his gaze. Felix stands, bringing the camera even closer to your sopping entrance, really trying to get a good view of the camera. “You’re doing so good,” he tells you. You can’t help it. You cum. The vibrations from the toy, the camera, Felix’s watchful eyes and words… it was all just too much. You writhe through your orgasm until you reach overstimulation, turning off the toy and throwing an arm over your eyes. 

Felix is quick to jump into the bed, peppering your face and neck with kisses. 

“That was… wow,” you tell him. 

“Wanna watch the video?” he asks, voice laced with excitement.

Seungmin:

“Never,” he deadpans. 

“Nope,” you repeat. 

“Well, like, how do you do it?” 

“What do you mean?” you can’t help the blush that spreads across your face. 

“You’re probably doing it wrong,” he explains. “I know you’re not mansplaining to me how to masturbate,” you roll your eyes. 

“No,” he sighs, exasperated. “I’m just saying maybe I can help. It would be easier if you showed me.” 

“Showed you?”

“Don’t be dense, love. Just take your pants off, if you want, and touch yourself in front of me. I can guide you, if you’d like.” 

You were definitely blushing now. 

“Can you kiss me first?” you ask. You don’t know why but you felt like breaking that barrier would make things a little easier. He smiles, pushing his hand through his hair before leaning forward, capturing your lips in his. His hand brushed through your hair, deepening the kiss. When you pulled apart you felt a rush of confidence, pulling your pants and panties down to reveal yourself to him. He watches you from the end of the couch with his arms crossed, lips shut tight. 

You let him watch as you trail your hands down to your center, spreading your legs wider when you see him trying to get a better look. You circle your clit with one finger, dipping into your entrance to gather your arousal. You switch between fucking yourself with your finger and circling your clit, no sense of rhythm. Though Seungmin pins you with your gaze and causes your arousal to strengthen, you can’t build yourself up the way you want. You get frustrated. Seungmin takes notice. 

“Lift your shirt up,” he commands. He watches as you hesitate but follow his direction, lifting up your shirt with his heavy gaze. “Use your thumb and pointer finger. Trace your nipples.” You do what he tells you, following his instruction to tease, circle, and pinch your nipples. 

“Use one hand. Wet it with your tongue. Get a lot of spit–yeah, like that. Touch your clit.” He lets out a breath when you release a shaky moan. “Use one hand and circle your clit and use the other hand to touch your pretty nipples. Go back and forth between circling it and flicking it. Figure out what feels better.”

You squirm at the oversensitivity. 

“Seung,” you moan. “Feels good but… can’t you just touch me? I want to feel you.” 

He shakes his head. “No, baby. You need to do it yourself. I want you to know how to make yourself feel good.” You let out a frustrated sigh but continue to follow his direction. 

“Use your other hand now and push it inside. You can start with one finger. Don’t stop the momentum you’ve got on your clit but slowly fuck yourself with one finger. Good. Try curling it.” You can’t deny how good it feels–better than you’ve ever made yourself feel. You notice the bulge in his sweats and you whine. Teasing, you drag your foot up his thigh and try to press against his bulge to get a reaction from him. Before you can though he sighs and grabs your foot, harshly. 

“Don’t try it,” he warns. He doesn’t release his grip from your ankle and you’re thankful for the touch. “Try adding another finger.” You do just as he tells you, curling them inside you as you continue to stimulate your clit. 

“Seung, I’m… I think I’m close,” you say with a breath of surprise. 

“Good,” he smiles. “Don’t let up on the pace. Try to stay as consistent as you can. You’re doing so good for me, baby. Does that feel good? You’re so pretty, you have such a pretty pussy–”

You cut him off with a loud yell as you cum all over your fingers. Your legs kick up, unable to control them but he grabs your thighs and holds you down, rubbing small circles into your skin. 

When your breathing finally calms down he shoots you a grin. He opens his arms and you crawl right into them, laying your head against his chest. 

“Wasn’t trying to ‘mansplain,’” he mutters against your head. “Just wanted to see if I could help.” 

You laugh sleepily. “I know, Minnie. You did a good job. Thank you.” 

Jeongin:

With the way he smiles at you you’re not sure if he heard you right–he looks too giddy, dimples protruding from his face in a way that makes you want to poke him. 

“What–” you ask, taken aback. You were in the midst of a makeout session that had started to get a little too heated and you felt the need to confess your little problem. You were self-conscious about it and unsure how he would react but this is not what you expected. 

“Can I help?” he asks. 

“Help–”

“Touch you,” he clarifies. “Let me touch you?” He trails his hands up and down your cheek. Hot from his suggestion. But you’ve always loved his hands, long and veiny, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t imagine how they would feel. 

“Okay,” you stutter. “But if you can’t make me finish–”

“Shhh,” he kisses you. “Let’s not worry about that now. Just let me touch you and make you feel good, and if I can get you to cum that would be amazing. If not, nobody will be offended, yeah?” 

He sits up then and before you can ask what he’s doing he bends you over his lap. Your breath hitches and he runs a hand up and down your ass, grabbing and kneading the flesh. You’re glad he can’t see your face because you’re sure you’re flushed beyond belief. He touches you over your shorts and when you start to squirm he lands a warning tap to your ass that makes you yelp. He takes his time touching you through the fabric and circling your clothed clit before he lifts your hips up, pulling your shorts and panties off at the same time. 

“You’re so wet, baby,” he teases, gathering your wetness with his fingers. “All this for me?” 

“Mmm,” you respond unintelligently, wiggling your ass to get your point across. Still he teases, never quite touching you where you need him. 

“Jeong-In… Innie, please, touch me,” you whine. He coos at the desperate tone of your voice before allowing his fingers to finally push into your entrance. You welcome the intrusion and you’re glad that he starts slow, fucking you deep and with purpose. 

“Feels good,” you moan, burying your head deeper into the sheets. 

“Yeah?” he asks. He fucks his fingers into at a speed that you couldn’t imagine possible, a large hand splayed onto your lower back to hold you in place. You can’t help the sounds that escape your mouth and you vaguely realize that Jeongin is talking, whispering filthy things in your ear. 

“Fuck, baby… your pussy is so tight. So perfect,” he groans. “So warm and wet… this pussy is all mine, yeah?” 

“Oh my GOD, fuck, Jeongin!” you cry out. His words add fuel to the fire, allowing the warmth to spread through you and speed up your impending climax. He doesn’t relent, staying at the same pace and hitting that spot deep inside of you that has you seeing stars with his long, deft fingers. He hits that same spot every time and suddenly you’re cumming, spasming around his fingers. You swear you can hear his grin but you couldn’t care, not with the intensity of your orgasm. When you’ve come down from your high he strokes your back, letting your breathing even out. He reaches a hand around to your face and shows you his wet fingers, groaning when you wrap your lips around them. 

“I can make you cum in other ways,” he suggests. “Want me to show you?” ─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

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Invisible ask game #88 with 3racha pls!!

88. he adds someone to the chat and asks for a threesome

I SCREEEEEEAMED WHEN I SAW WHAT PROMPT THIS WAS. This could not have worked out better if I tried omg omg

MDNI, NSFW, the first one is the most explicit but the other two aren't too bad. discussion of sex acts, established relationship in each scenario.

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fav skz // barefaced and tiny 🐺🤏

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• gushing over barefaced stray kids in the wrong chat | hyung line x reader

maknae line

genre: romantic-ish

warning: none if you exclude a couple of cusses but this is a 18+ blog so I don’t think that’s a problem

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Random idea I got because I got reminded of skz's beautiful skin texture and I thought it'd make a good smau. Like just appreciating their skin texture, because the editing used on their pics makes it so they don't even seem human but then I see minhos tiny acne scars on his cheeks and chans cracked lips and I sob bc they're so cute

Barefaced pictures of them

A/n: I'm really sorry if these arent what you wanted/arent good. Today was a bad pain day 😪

Warnings: a fuck ton of cursing, some suggesiveness, maknae on top

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HYUNJIN | SKZ TALKER EP. 68 ♡

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a sleepy felix ♡ [skz talker go! s5]

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