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exo-lovestay · 2 years ago

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[5:27pm] L.MH

wc: 2.3k

pairing: Lee Minho X Fem!Reader

warnings: menstrual cycle/reader is on her period, the tiniest bit of angst, miscommunication/poor communication skills??? brief mention of cheating (hardly), fluff, soft!minho, literally so soft wahhh ;v;

A/N: This was completely self indulgent. I started writing this when I was on my period and I just now got around to finishing it. This is me actively avoiding working on the soulmate series. Anyways enjoy soft Minho because I cant get enough of him.

It was almost like a 6th sense at this point. You were lounging on the couch, enjoying your day off. Some shitty rom-com playing on the TV making you way more emotional than it normally would. That was when you felt it, seemingly out of nowhere. The all too familiar ache in your bones and muscles, followed by the odd cramping in your lower stomach. You let out a loud groan as you realized what was coming.

You tried to ignore it the best you could, opting to fetch your heating pad from the bedroom and taking a pain reliever in hopes of lessening the aches. Though it seems like your own body is determined to ignore your attempts to soothe it because the pains only worsened.

Thankfully your boyfriend of 3 months was at dance practice so he wasn't there to hear the pathetic whimpers that you let out when a cramp was particularly aggressive. It's not that you thought he would judge you, you know he wouldn't. It’s just that as sweet as Minho was, he loved to tease you. While normally you would play along and tease him right back something told you that you couldn't handle his teasing words today.

Once you felt the hot water touch your skin you let out a sigh, finally feeling a brief respite from what seemed like endless torture. As ridiculous as it felt, you let yourself sink to the floor, resting your back against the cool shower wall, allowing your eyes to slip shut and enjoying the warmth of the water.

The sound of your front door opening and closing had you opening your eyes. You knew it was Minho, hearing him cooing at your cats before calling out your name. How long had you even been sitting here? Did he get out of practice early or had that much time passed since you got in the shower?

“Baby?” followed by two soft knocks on the door.

“Hey Min, I’m almost done in here, I'll be out soon.” You reached for your body wash, deciding to just wash up quickly, but stopped when he spoke again.

“That’s alright I'll just join you, I'm all sweaty from practice anyways.” Minho always joined you when you showered, he treasured the intimate moments you two would share. The domestic bliss that was quiet giggles and hushed conversations, not wanting to speak too loudly in fear of breaking the peaceful bubble that surrounded the two of you. It was truly one of his favorite things to do with you. The soft looks you would give him as you helped clean one another and your gentle hands massaging his scalp as you washed his hair for him always made his knees feel weak.

But he had been out of the country last month during the week of your previous period, and before that you had just begun dating after your period ended, making this new territory for your relationship. You weren't sure why but you felt embarrassment wash over you at the idea of mentioning your period. It was ridiculous, you knew that. You were both adults and he’s not oblivious to the idea of menstruation, his comforting words that he offered to you over the phone last month assured you of that. Yet you found yourself not wanting to tell him.

“Actually Min, I think I just wanna shower alone today.” Silence followed your words and you wondered if he had already gone to grab clothes to join you.

“...Oh alright.” A few more seconds of silence followed before he spoke again softer this time. “Have I done something to upset you?”

Your face scrunched up and you shook your head before realizing he couldn't see you.

“No no of course not” you answered a little too quickly, attempting to reassure him “Like I said I'm just about finished then the showers all yours!”

“You don't wanna shower with me?” He cleared his throat not wanting to come off as clingy but the pang of disappointment in his chest made him begin to question if he had done something wrong the last time you showered together. Was it because he spiked your hair up when he lathered it with your shampoo? You had laughed at the time, doing the same to him shortly after, and it quickly became one of his favorite memories with you. Maybe it was because when you had turned your back to him, he turned the water to freezing cold, a loud screech coming from you as you jumped from the water. He received a playful glare from you in return but he assumed things were okay because you had pulled him under the frigid water right after.

His downward spiral was interrupted when you spoke again “No! I do! You know I love showering with you, it's just…” You trailed off having run out of excuses and not wanting to upset him further. Just like that his downward spiral had increased tenfold, his mind going to a much scarier idea. Now don't get him wrong Minho was NOT the type of guy to throw unfounded accusations around, but you had always been straightforward with him, your bluntness matching his almost to a T. So your seemingly evasive answers and hesitation had his heart in his throat. His next words had you feeling like someone had punched you in the stomach, his voice more hesitant and timid than you had ever heard him.

“...I-Is there someone in there with you?” He said it so softly you barely heard him over the sound of the water and your heart breaking in your chest.

“W-What? No. Of course not Min.” Trying to make sure your tone conveyed how serious you were. You prayed to god that he would believe you, That he trusted you enough to know that you would rather be burned alive than ever hurt him.

“I don't even know why I just asked that.. I know that you would never do that to me.” You relaxed a little at that. “I just.. had a rough day and I was looking forward to this so when you said you wanted to be alone my mind just went to a weird place.”

“Oh Min… I’m so sorry. I didn't mean to worry you” You sighed again looking down at your pruned fingertips. “I really do want you to join me... It’s just…you can't.” God just tell him you idiot! Beating around the bush and upsetting him all because you're too embarrassed of something so stupid.

“Cant?” You could practically see his eyebrows pinching together and the confused pout on his face.

“It’s embarrassing…” You were clenching your fists trying to choke down the humiliated whine that was trapped in your throat. Your eyes were burning with tears now, your lower lip beginning to tremble with every moment of silence as Minho racked his brain.

You hated how you felt right now. This is Minho we’re talking about. The same man who texted his mom bursting with excitement when you agreed to go out on a date with him. She had shown you the very texts when you met her for the first time and you dont think youve ever seen Minho turn a deeper shade of red. The very same Minho that despite how much he loves watching horror films with you, insists on keeping his kitty plushie tucked into his side the entire duration of the movie. He claims it's to offer you comfort in case you felt afraid no matter how many times you assured him you weren't. The same Minho who would refuse to continue cooking dinner unless you joined him in wiggling his butt, emphatically stating that it was the only conditions he could work in.

There were misconceptions about Minho that even some of his closest friends believed. That he was standoffish and closed off. That he had a cold personality or that he couldn't be sweet and outwardly loving. You knew those ideas to be untrue even after your very first date. You swear to this day that he had somehow captured all the stars in the night sky in his eyes that night. His eyes gleamed with excitement and the soft smile never left his lips.

A month into your relationship you were surprised by just how affectionate he was (don't you dare ever mention it out loud though). Like clockwork every single day started with him latched around you in his sleep, his arms caging you against his firm chest and even his legs were locked around yours. Then while he made breakfast he would be sure to come and peck your forehead every few minutes while you watched him. When he would return from traveling away from home is when it was the most intense. He wouldn't even bother announcing his arrival before he was practically speed walking over to you and burying his face into your neck. He would stand there for a few minutes just inhaling your scent and gently rocking you back and forth before he would finally pull back enough to attach his lips to yours.

The realization that Minho had always been comfortable enough to be completely himself and totally uncensored around you had your heart clenching almost painfully. Yet here you were, a grown woman, too embarrassed to admit you were on your period. But before you could allow your frustrations with yourself grow any stronger Minho calling your name softly brought you back to reality.

“You're on your period?” You could sense the hesitation in his question, not wanting to make any sort of implications in the case that he was misreading what you said.

Offering a hum in response, the internal battle in your mind continued as you were still feeling quite frustrated with yourself. You pushed yourself up off the floor and quickly washed up before reaching out to turn the water off. Wanting to finish this conversation while being able to at least look at your boyfriend, you dried off quickly and wrapped yourself in a towel.

A frown made its way to your lips as you swung the bathroom door open only to be met with an empty hallway.

“Min?” you called out for him but got no response. You shut the door once again and slowly began to get dressed, pulling on one of his sweatshirts that you always wore when he was away. You took your time applying your skin care and hair oils as you once again choked back tears.

Dread was the next emotion you felt on today's emotional rollercoaster. Was he angry with you? Annoyed with how childish you had acted? Had he left? Or was he simply ignoring you as recompense for upsetting him?

You exited the bathroom and on your way to the kitchen you stopped just around the corner as Minhos voice caught your attention.

“...So when she gets out here you guys better help me out okay? We all have to do whatever we can to make her feel better. No slacking…I’m lookin’ at you Pudge.”

Poking your head around the corner you were met with Minhos back as he unboxed what looked like takeout from your favorite place up the street. Your cats were gathered around his feet looking up at him expectantly. He was still in his practice clothes, the sweat stains prominent on the gray material of his t-shirt. Yet you still found him to be devastatingly handsome even from behind. As he began plating the food you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek between his shoulders.

You felt him tense for a second before he turned around to face you, gently pushing you away from him. He was quick to mumble something about being all gross from practice before your brain could misinterpret his actions. Still, he carefully took your face in his hands and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I ran to grab you that food you've been craving all week.” He leaned to the side so your vision was met with all of your favorites spread out on your kitchen table. “I turned on your heating pad and grabbed your kitty plushie from your room… I figured we could watch a movie or something and I'll give you some back rubs after you finish eating?” There was a trace of nervousness in his eyes along with a bit of uncertainty. He was unsure what you wanted from him but he would do anything in his ability to make sure you were in the least amount of discomfort as you could be.

His eyes nearly fell out of his head when you started sniffling in front of him, your pretty eyes quickly filling with tears.

“Nonono baby dont cry, we don't have to do any of that.” He brought you into his chest and rocked you gently attempting to soothe your crying. Your sobs broken up by the giggles that came from his quick change of plans.

“That sounds perfect Min” You pulled back slightly to witness the relief that flooded his expression before he pressed his forehead to yours. “But only if you go shower first because you seriously stink” It was his turn to laugh as he scrunched his nose at you.

He pulled away to glance down at the cats that were still lurking by your feet.

“Alright guys… You're up.”

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exo-lovestay · 2 years ago

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— make a wish

pairing: minho x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff, established relationship. content: 18+ minors dni. warnings below cut. word count: 3.9k

summary: it’s your boyfriends birthday. you can’t afford to get him much—so you offer him a small coupon book of favours. he cashes in immediately.

a/n: reupload bc of shadowban mess, i’m sorry! thank u so much to everyone who read and gave me feedback the first time, love u for it ❤︎︎

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#this was so soft

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exo-lovestay · 2 years ago

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EXO ♡ SEHUN, CHEN, CHANYEOL, KAI, XIUMIN, SUHO for 2022 Winter SMTOWN : SMCU PALACE

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exo-lovestay · 2 years ago

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pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, special guest appearance, jealousy, smut (18+), fwb, protected sex, hard(ish) dom!felix, spit kink, choking, multiple orgasms, orgasm control

a/n: part of @gimmeurtmi and i’s collab <3

word count: 3.6k

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No one had expected Felix to last this long, least of all Felix himself. When he woke up to Chan’s text saying he lost, he almost couldn’t believe it. Bang Chan was one of the most competitive members of the group. He honestly thought Chris would have had a little more control.

But Chan’s loss left Felix in the final three, which felt like a big deal. Felix considers himself to be competitive as well, even though he isn’t particularly good at games. He isn’t particularly good at not cumming either, so it’s a miracle that he hasn’t yet. He hadn’t put much stake in the bet at the beginning since he didn’t think he had any chance at winning, anyway, but as more members dropped out and the finish line crept closer, he began to take it more seriously.

He’d even been so careless to have tried to have sex with you at the beginning of the month, convincing himself he could last through it, before pulling out a couple minutes in with a frantic “no no no no no!”

Felix hasn’t taken any risks since then.

You’ve been completely understanding about it, to his relief, and haven’t stopped hanging out with him even though you know you won’t be getting laid like you usually would. That type of behavior is obviously expected from a girlfriend, but you’re not his girlfriend even though he treats you like one and talks about you to the guys as if you are. They all know it’s not official and if Felix refers to you as “his girl” without actually making you his girl one more time, he’s convinced Chan’s gonna slap him. He’d deserve it, to be fair. He’s a coward and he knows it.

You’re not dating, you’re simply friends with benefits and he likes it like that- at least that’s what he tells himself. It takes the pressure off. Even though you’re not exclusive, he’s not fucking anyone else. You are kind of his person in his mind but he would never admit that out loud. He loves spending time with you and going on dates with you and waking up next to you, but at the end of the day he’s a bit of a commitmentphobe. So what if it’s a shitty excuse? He just doesn’t want to fuck up what you guys have going on and lose you completely. Maybe one day he’ll get the balls to have that talk with you, but for now he’s content with the dynamic you already have, that is until the last week of November.

The end of the month is just around the corner and victory is so close he can taste it. He’s been doing so well, resisting the urge to touch you whenever he’s near you. You’re over a lot these days, which he loves but also hates because of how hard you make everything, literally.

You’re in his bed today, dangerous territory already, but Minho and Seungmin were occupying the living space so you had no choice but to hang out in his room. Somehow you’d ended up tangled together beneath his sheets, making out and desperately grabbing at each other. Felix feels you grind into him, feels himself getting harder in response, and realizes he won’t be able to stop if you keep going like this. He’s so tempted to just say fuck it and throw caution to the wind, but he’s so close to winning that he knows he’ll never forgive himself if he gives in now.

Felix forces himself to pull back, breaking the kiss. “We should... probably stop,” he says breathlessly, hating himself for ruining the mood.

You take a moment to process and then push yourself away from him, nodding. “Oh, right. I totally forgot about the bet, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I’m sorry that we haven’t been able to- that I haven’t been able to you know.”

“Lix, how many times have I told you it’s not a big deal?”

“It’s not fair to you, though. I hate leaving you hanging when you’re horny.” And you seem really horny. You were all up on Felix a few seconds ago, already whimpering into his mouth and tugging at the buttons on his shirt.

You scoff. “It’s not like I’m going to die if I don’t get some dick in the next hour.”

“You’re all worked up now, though, and-”

“I promise you, Felix, it’s fine. I’ll just call Wooyoung to pick me up in like thirty minutes.”

Felix nods before he processes what you’ve said, then it clicks and he whips his head back up to look at you. “Wooyoung? Jung Wooyoung?”

“Mhm.”

“Why would he pick you up when I can just take you back home myself-”

“Lix, he wouldn’t be taking me home...” you trail off a little uncomfortably.

“What, are you guys like fucking or something?”

It’s supposed to be a joke, a suggestion so outlandish that it would break the tension but you don’t laugh. Felix panics.

“Wait, seriously?”

You sit up and cross your arms over your chest. “I mean, not as often as you and I but yeah... we hang out sometimes.”

“And by ‘hang out’, you mean his dick hangs out inside of you?”

“Lee Felix!”

“Sorry! It’s just... this is news to me, that’s all.”

That’s not all, and Felix is afraid you can see right through him but he tries to brush it off anyway.

“Are you okay?” you ask tentatively, reaching for him.

He jerks away from you out of instinct and immediately regrets it. This is not a good look for him and he knows it. He huffs out a breath and takes your hand in apology, squeezing in reassurance.

“Lix... is this going to be a problem?”

“N-no, no it won’t be,” he lies. “Just, will you stay a little longer tonight?”

You soften. “Yeah, of course.”

Felix shifts on the bed and pulls you in close, playing with your hair as you nestle yourself into his side. He thinks back to the last time he saw Wooyoung. It was at some stupid after party for The Fact Awards, just over a month ago. You were Felix’s date, he’d gone to get you both a flute of champagne from the table of refreshments, and when he came back, you were in the middle of conversation with Wooyoung.

Felix didn’t even know you knew each other. If he had, he would have invited you to more of their Strayteez hangouts- any excuse to spend more time with you, honestly.

He approached the two of you and presented you with your drink, placing his newly free hand on the small of your back as he sipped from his glass.

“Felix!” Wooyoung exclaimed and pulled the younger man in for a hug. Felix nearly spilled his champagne down Wooyoung’s back but managed to hold it just out of the way so that only a little bit splashed out onto the floor.

When Wooyoung finally released him, Felix looked between the two of you, trying to connect the dots.

“So how do you guys know each other?” he asked.

You just exchanged looks with Wooyoung and chuckled awkwardly, something Felix hadn’t caught on to at the time.

He feels like an idiot looking back on it. Wooyoung had known this whole time that they were both sleeping with you and never thought to mention it. It was technically none of Felix’s business, but he couldn’t help feeling betrayed by his friend. And Changbin! He was even better friends with Wooyoung than Felix was. He had to have known you were hooking up and also managed to neglect sharing that important piece of information. He would be having words with that man whenever you left and he got back from his girlfriend’s house.

“I’m sorry for not telling you,” you whisper all of the sudden, breaking the silence. “I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I know you can be sensitive about these things so-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Felix blurts out.

“But-”

“We’re not exclusive or anything and we agreed on that. As long as you’re being safe with him...”

You nod. “You don’t have to worry about that. We use condoms, just like us. No one’s getting an STI.”

Felix hums thoughtfully. He’s honestly relieved that you aren’t letting Wooyoung fuck you raw, not because he’s worried about protection even though that is a concern, but moreso because it would imply you like him more or you’re more serious about him than you are about Felix. It’s a petty victory but a victory nonetheless.

He wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head, enjoying the feeling of having you close. It’s not a very ‘friends with benefits’ thing to do so he hopes you don’t mind, but you don’t move away from him which he takes as a good sign.

“Don’t go to his place tonight,” Felix murmurs into your hair. “Let- let me take care of you instead.”

You stiffen in his arms. “But... the bet.”

“I don’t fucking care,” he rasps.

You turn a little more so that you can face him. “Felix, I’ll stay. We don’t have to have sex.”

“I want to,” he insists. “Unless you don’t?”

“No, I want to,” you assure him.

“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that?”

“Positive. I was all over you not even ten minutes ago, remember?”

Felix grins. “I remember, I remember. But things can change, you know?”

“You’re sweet,” you say, kissing the corner of his mouth like you were rewarding him for it.

“I try.”

“So how do you want me?” you ask.

He takes a moment to think about it. “Um, want me on top?”

“Mhm that sounds good.”

“Yeah? You like just laying there and looking pretty? Like me taking control?”

The change in his demeanor makes you whimper, stroking Felix’s ego significantly. He pushes the blankets off of your bodies and rolls on top of you, taking your chin in his hand so that he can force you to look up at him.

You arch to kiss him but he dodges you, smirking and still holding your jaw in place. You pout and try to turn your head to the side to break out of his grasp but he manages to keep his grip, surprising you both. Felix isn’t weak, but it’s usually pretty easy for you to overpower him. When you realize you can’t this time you stop trying, relaxing back into the mattress with a sigh of annoyance.

“Look at me.”

You do, eyes wide and eager. He spreads his fingers until his thumb is resting on one of your cheeks and the rest of his fingers are splayed out across the other, squeezing your face gently to get you to open your mouth.

“C’mon, baby. A little wider.” You obey easily and Felix spits into your mouth. “Swallow. Good girl.”

He’s quick to undress you both so that he can get his head between your legs, needing to taste you after going so long without having you on his tongue. You’re wetter than he expected and he can’t stop himself from groaning at the sight.

“God, baby, making a mess already. Gonna have to change my sheets after this.”

His comment makes you shrink into yourself in embarrassment. “You have no one to blame but yourself for that.”

Felix grins. “I know.”

He makes you cum with his tongue and his fingers twice, feeling a little like he has something to prove after learning that he has competition. He wants to go for another, but his cock is aching at this point and he’s worried he’ll cum his pants before he gets to fuck you if he does.

“Still okay?” he asks, checking in.

“Perfect,” you respond. “You’re so good at that.”

Better than him? Felix wants to ask, but he doesn’t. He’s not entirely sure he wants the answer to the question, not entirely sure he’ll believe you if you tell him what he wants to hear.

“Are you good to keep going?”

“Yes, please fuck me already.”

Felix chuckles. “Always so impatient.”

“You would be too if you knew how good your dick is.”

He curses, dick twitching. “You always know just what to say, don’t you?”

“I try,” you parrot.

Felix gets up on his knees and reaches over to his bedside table. He opens the first drawer and pulls out a condom, bringing the foil packet to his teeth to rip it open when you suddenly reach out to stop him.

“Let me?” you ask.

“Yeah, baby. Go ahead.”

He hands it to you and watches as you do the same thing he was about to. You take the condom out of the wrapper and hand the trash back to Felix. He scoffs but accepts it anyway and tosses it in the bin that was easily within your reach without complaint.

You pull his boxers down just below his butt, just enough to get his cock out, and roll on the condom, jerking him a few times before you do. You’ve never done this for him before and it all feels very intimate. His breath catches in his throat when you touch him for the first time and he shudders. He makes himself stay very still as you work. One wrong move and he’ll cum all over your hand and ruin everything.

He’s in awe of how careful you are with it. You gently guide the material down his length, making sure that the elastic doesn’t accidentally pinch him in the process.

“That feel okay?” you ask once it’s on all the way.

“Mhm. Now come here.”

He hooks his hands under your thighs and pulls, yanking you forward and making your head fall back onto the pillow. Once your body is flush with his, he positions himself and guides his cock inside of you, holding his breath yet again as his name falls from your lips in a strained whisper.

God, this was a mistake. He’s going to embarrass himself, isn’t he? Why did he think this was a good idea? Why did he let his jealousy color his judgment? It wasn’t even about the bet anymore. He already knew he wouldn’t last when he decided to fuck you. He wasn’t that naive.

No, it was the fact that his pride was on the line and it’s taking all of his strength and willpower not to cum on the spot. It’s been weeks since he’s felt you, felt anything for that matter, obviously it was going to feel incredible.

Felix always cums faster than he wants to when he’s with you. The (literal) grip your pussy has on him is ridiculous. Does Wooyoung have this problem? Honestly, probably. Felix likes to think that anyone in his position would struggle.

“Fuck, fuck, don’t move,” Felix pleads. “Just. Stay like that. One second.”

You start to nod before remembering what ‘don’t move’ means and then freeze in place, mild concern replacing the lust reflected in your eyes.

“I’m fine,” he grunts out and closes his eyes, willing the feeling to pass.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m s-sure.”

He can tell you don’t believe him but you don’t press any further which he’s thankful for. You wait patiently for him to recompose himself and when he finally does, he asks you if he’s good to start moving.

“Yeah, give it to me.”

“Careful what you ask for.”

You roll your eyes and wrap your legs around his waist, forcing him deeper inside of you with a smirk. Brat.

“Behave,” he warns.

“Or what?” you challenge, raising your eyebrows.

“Do you really want to go there?”

You shrug indifferently. “Haven’t decided. Now, are you going to fuck me or what?”

He has to cover your mouth with his hand when he starts snapping his hips into yours, forgetting about how loud you get when you’re this worked up.

“Baby, we’re not home alone, you have to be quiet,” he hisses, even though he’d much rather hear all your pretty sounds.

“Feels too good,” you whine. “Fuck me harder, Lix! Please, harder...”

“Harder? Gonna break you in half if I go any harder.”

“Yes, yes, break me in half,” you sob. “It’s been so long. Missed this so much.”

“Will you be good and stay quiet for me if I give you what you want?”

You nod. “I can be good.”

“Are you lying?”

You hesitate. “Maybe.”

Felix laughs coldly and shakes his head in disbelief.

“But not because I don’t want to be good!” you protest. “I just can’t help it.”

“I know, baby,” he coos condescendingly. “Can’t even think straight when you’re so fucked out like this, isn’t that right?”

“Uh-huh.”

The change in dynamic is almost comical. Mere minutes ago, Felix could barely move without cumming, too lost in the feeling of your hot cunt to concentrate. Now, you’re the one gasping for air and clawing at his back like an animal. Even Felix is surprised by the amount of self-control he’s exerting. He’s using it to his advantage though, taking the opportunity to thoroughly ruin you like you deserve.

Even if you’re completely silent, the sounds coming from Felix’s room are obscene and anyone that walks by would immediately know what you were up to. Seungmin or Minho had probably already texted the groupchat announcing Felix’s loss but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to make you feel better than Wooyoung ever could.

“Does he fuck you like this? Huh?” Felix is wandering into dangerous territory, he knows, but he can’t help asking. He needs to know. “Does he make you feel this good? Cum this hard?”

“No!” you cry. “No, he doesn’t!”

“Be honest,” he growls, wrapping his hand around your throat. He only applies a little pressure, just enough to make you lightheaded the way you like.

“I am! I’m being honest, I promise.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Lix, ‘m gonna... gonna cum,” you whine.

“Who told you you could do that?”

Your eyes get wide at his response, bottom lip trembling. “What?”

“Who gave you permission to cum?” Felix demands. He’s right there on the edge himself so he doesn’t really know why he’s dragging it out, but he just wants to see you squirm a little more.

Thankfully, you’re quick to adapt to the new rules. “Can I? Can I please cum? I need it, baby. Please make me cum... please tell me I can. I’m not gonna be able to stop myself if you don’t...”

The desperation in your eyes does something for him, and knowing he can’t hold back any longer, he relents. “Go ahead. Be a good girl and cum for me, baby.”

He’s only halfway through the sentence when your body locks up and you scream his name, gushing around his cock. If he’d waited any longer you wouldn’t have been able to obey him. He helps you ride it out by rubbing your clit and fucking you through it, letting his own orgasm wasm over him as you’re still clenching around him.

“Oh god, I’m cumming. I’m cumming, fuck!” he groans, making a last ditch effort to stop it before it happens. But his efforts are in vain because it’s too late and he’s cumming into the condom so hard his vision whites out.

When he starts to come down, you’re still weakly rocking your hips into his, whimpering with every thrust.

Felix winces at the oversensitivity but doesn’t stop you. With how long it’s been since he last got off it won’t be long until he’s hard again.

“Insatiable tonight, aren’t you?” he muses. “Came three times and still want more.”

You frown and try to get yourself to stop without much success. It’s like your hips are moving on their own accord. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Want you to be satisfied.”

“God, you’re so good to me,” you moan and wrap your arms around Felix’s neck, making his chest feel tight all of the sudden.

“It’s what you deserve.”

He doesn’t have enough energy to hold himself up above you properly so he has you roll over onto your side so that he can slip himself inside of you and you can fuck yourself back against him that way.

While you’re doing that, Felix feels around the bed for his phone, grabbing it when he feels it under one of his pillows.

Like he predicted, he doesn’t even have to announce his loss because his roommates did it for him.

Min: Felix lost

Chris: what? how do you know?

Seungmin: we heard it happening :/

Min: and we’re traumatized

Innie: thank god i wasn’t home

Felix: you guys could have LEFT. you didn’t HAVE to listen!!!! btw changbin i need to talk to you

Min: oh no not his government name. someone’s in troubleeee

Binnie: um. 0.0 should i be worried

Felix doesn’t respond right away, wanting to make Changbin sweat a little for the trouble he’d put him through.

He puts his phone on his bedside table so he doesn’t lose it in his bedding again and turns his attention back to you. The oversensitivity had started to bleed together with pleasure and Felix could feel his cock getting stiff again. He groans and buries his face in your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

There was still a lot to talk about with you. He needed to address his feelings, be honest about everything. But for now...

“Round two?”

nnn tags: @doesthismeannothingtoyou @yellowroses-world @allyoops @thelostverse @karlitaburrito @lydataylorsversion @septemberkisses @caticorn61 @multifandomtrash-dree @cixrosie @mchslut @cutiequokka @fairygemss @multistancheck @lady—-boner @stay-bi @compersian @raspbinniecreme @skzgallll @strawberriesandknives @laylasbunbunny @goddessofhiddenpleasures @brit97 @jonaticdragon @linobuns @vampcharxter

#this was a cliffhanger tf #also rough Felix????

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exo-lovestay · 2 years ago

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drowsy and drunk

pairing: non-idol!han x gn!reader

prompt: champagne

word count: ~0.6k

warnings: alcohol mention! reader helps jisung get changed at one point and he teases them about it.

daisy’s notes: sleepy affectionate quokka… thank u <3

It was three in the morning by the time your boyfriend finally came home from his little holiday party with his friends. Thankfully, Chris had been nice enough to text you that he’d be walking Jisung back down to your door to make sure he didn’t somehow get lost while trying to make his way home to you.

At three in the morning, you had no idea what this could mean. At around five minutes past, you realized exactly what that meant when a drunk Jisung showed up in your bedroom.

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exo-lovestay · 2 years ago

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MANIAC (18+!)

SYNOPSIS: After a huge fight resulting in breaking up with your toxic boyfriend, you go to the studio, hoping to get your mind off of him. But your plans of being alone are disrupted by your coworker being there…

🔧 GENRE: angst, fluff, smut

⚙️ WORD COUNT: 5.3k

⚒ CONTENT INFO: jisung x afab reader, nonidol!au, rapper!jisung, coworker!jisung, producer!reader, friends2lovers, coworkers2lovers, lots of crying omg, (past) toxic relationship

🔩 WARNING: very toxic relationship including gaslighting and insulting, depression and anxiety, mention of panic attacks, mention of borderline personality disorder, mention of therapy, swearing, break up

⛓ SMUT WARNING: dom!jisung, sub!reader, fingering, oral (m receiving), piv, unprotected sex (pls don’t be stupid), lots of praise, hair pulling, name calling (princess, good girl, babygirl), dumbification, aftercare

🪛 AUTHOR’S NOTE: this isn't proof read and English isn't my first language. I hope you enjoy reading this :)

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Also minors do not interact, this post contains mature themes. By clicking on ��read more” you consent to nsfw content.

Click clack, click clack, you hear the droplets of water hit the sink, as you wash your face, trying to get rid of the smudged makeup from crying. When some of the eyeliner accidentally meets the inside of your eyes, you shut them reflexively, the pain stinging your whole face.

Grabbing the nearest towel, not caring it’s a white one that’s definitely gonna get stained from the black colour, you dry your skin, placing it back after it. You now take a first look in the mirror again, your cheeks and lips swollen, eyes bright red from crying.

You’re not answering anything, even if you wanted to, you don’t know what to say. He’s talked about this issue for quite a long time now and you see it as a coping mechanism for him to avoid his problems, escaping real life. It’s not like he’s actually reading some philosophical literature or anything, that could make him believe stuff like that. It’s all from his imagination, he creates these ideas in his mind during depressive episodes.

Your boyfriend has had some trouble with his mental health since the beginning of the relationship, just like you have, but in comparison, you're aware of your problems, going to therapy, working on yourself. He’s mostly just waiting for the ‘right time’ to appear, when he’s ready to overcome his challenges or that they just magically vanish.

Another big difference between the both of you is that you’re very self-reflective during and after arguments - he’s not. Most of the time, he blames his own problems on you or other people. If something doesn’t go exactly the way he’s expected, his world collapses and the next few hours or even the whole day is ruined.

“Of course, like always you aren’t responding to anything, typical of you- you know, sometimes I feel like you don’t care about me- exactly like anyone else”, he says, rolling his eyes again, as he grabs his laptop and continues with whatever he was doing. “I’ve had a panic attack some minutes ago and you expect me to function?” You ask him now, reminding him you have to deal with your own problems first.

“That’s what you always say- you with your panic attacks- always so stressed out over nothing”. Feeling the next tear run down your cheeks, you instantly wipe it away with the back of your hands. “Wow, so you’re not taking me seriously?” He scoffs again, with a serious look on his face now. “Well, let me think. You’re not exactly helping me either. Also, my problems are actual problems, yours are just in your mind”, he asserts.

He’s so fucking annoying when he’s discussing shit that doesn’t really matter to you, totally oblivious to the fact, he’s not the centre of attention. Grow up, the world is an asshole to all of us, you’re not the only one suffering. But he’s turning his friends into enemies with this attitude.

You’re tired at this point, not caring anymore. You’re probably lying to yourself, always letting him talk to you like that, pretending everything is fine, when you get along again after a fight. At first, you were the one to apologise - most of the time for things you haven’t even done, but he’s always reading things between the lines, taking everything the wrong way, it’s like walking on eggshells. But nowadays, you don’t care anymore, which scares you in a way you may be falling out of love.

“You know what? I don’t care anymore. I’m done with you treating me with little to no respect, never listening to my sorrows”, you tell him and you’re surprised you can actually be so bold. Getting up from his seat now, he walks towards you. “Me treating you disrespectful? You’re always the one whining about their shit and getting anxious about the smallest things. I should accuse you of being disrespectful. You drain my energy with your annoyance.”

“Then why are you still with me?” You provoke him, trying to get an honest reaction out of him. “Well, I don’t know either. I don’t know how anyone else can keep up with you. You’re so annoying, you don’t even deserve my attention. Even though I’m the best thing that has ever happened to you.”

“Do you even listen to yourself?” You ask him, standing up now as well. “You’re the one talking down on me now? Be thankful I’m still with you, no one else would want you anyway.” The way he’s insulting you like that, talking about you as if you’re worthless, you get goosebumps everywhere. It feels like your skin is curling up on itself, while you have the urge to scream your lungs out. Feeling so uncomfortably small next to him, since he’s taken all of your energy, you contemplate what to do next, while trying not to get a full-on panic attack again.

“Well, I guess if it’s so unbearable to be with me, we should end- whatever the hell that is.” He simply laughs about what you’ve said, as he grabs you by your arm, before he replies: “Alright. We’re over. But don’t dare coming back to me.” With a last smile, you push his hand away. “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

♡

The rain outside has helped you calm down a bit, but every time you have to think about the previous situation, the tears form on your lower lash line again. You’re okay with crying on the tram or the bus, these people there don’t know you and with it being a Sunday evening, it’s not as crowded as usual anyway.

Getting off at the next station, you walk towards the tall building which is your spontaneous destination for tonight, as your backpack with your most important belongings gets wet from the rain. Entering through the door, you use the elevator to get up on the fifth floor, hoping no one will be in the studio.

Your hopes soon vanish, when you find a familiar face, as you contemplate turning around again, but when you realise you don’t want to go home to your own apartment yet, you walk in. He immediately turns around, stopping the music he has been listening to. Jisung greets you with a warm smile, as he stands up and walks towards you.

“Hey, how are you? Didn’t expect you to be here”, he says while pulling you into a hug, as his scent finds your nose, the perfume he uses always lets you relax a bit. You immediately move away, finding it a bit awkward to have him so close, while you’re still unsure your puffy face is too obvious.

Your concerns turn out to be true, when he looks at you a bit too long, before he asks again: “Oh god- Y/N, what’s going on? Have you cried?” You sheeply nod, unable to answer with words because you know the tears will just burst out again right again. “Is it okay if I hug you?” Is the first thing that comes to your mind and, as expected, you’re crying again.

“Hey, it’s okay- just tell me what’s going on, as soon as you’re ready”, he reassures you, softly caressing the back of your head and you already feel a bit safer again. It feels like until now you’ve held your breath, but you let the air escape your mouth, as your muscles slowly stop tensing.

After a minute, when he’s still holding you tight, you begin to explain: “I’ve just broke up with my boyfriend- we’ve got in a huge fight and then I left and came here- because I didn’t know where else to go-“, your words are cut off by your own sobs, but Jisung doesn’t mind you clinging onto him. “I’m so sorry, Y/N”.

“I’m so sorry for ranting- you were busy with stuff, weren’t you?” Your friend shakes his head in denial, instantly reassuring you that it’s okay you’re telling him about your problem. “Don’t worry, I’m always there for you. Do you want to talk about it?” You take a few steps back, turn your bag from your back around, so that you can reach inside and pull out some tissues. The soft paper material helps you clean away the salty droplets on your skin.

“If you don’t mind”, you say, really hoping you don’t annoy him. Since your now ex boyfriend has always held you back from showing your feelings, having to hide all your considered ‘bad’ emotions, no matter if anger, angst or sadness, it’s hard for you to actually allow yourself to talk about these issues. “Y/N, I wouldn’t offer it, if it wasn’t okay, alright? Also- talking always helps, believe me.”

Sitting down on the two chairs next to each other in front of the mixing desk, he hands you his water bottle, offering you to drink something, which you instantly do. Gulping down half of the liquid, you start panting when you place down the plastic again. “Slow down, take your time”, Jisung tells you, while carefully patting your arm.

“Well, for quite a bit, things between me and him have been kinda toxic- at least that’s what my best friend always says. Basically, we fight all the time over the smallest and stupidest things, but he always just blames everything on me- when the tiniest inconvenience appears, it’s because my voice sounds bored, I didn’t give him enough attention, enough respect or whatever.”

Jisung just sits there in disbelief, not expecting it to be that serious. “And how do you handle this usually?” Taking a deep breath and gathering all your thoughts, you continue: “At the beginning, I gave in and even apologised for stuff I clearly didn’t say or mean in the way he stated. But at some point, I was just so tired, you know? I gave up. I just didn’t answer anymore, waiting until he came crawling back, which he always did. But even then, when he tried apologising, he still blamed it on me.”

“That sounds so awful, I don’t know what to say- that’s exhausting. I mean, I know about your mental health situation, but it seems a lot like he’s constantly gaslighting you. If I’m allowed to ask, could this be connected to a psychological thing that he has?” Chuckling at his question because he’s not the first one suspecting this, you answer: “My best friend said this as well- from her own experiences, she compared it to borderline personality disorder, but she’s not sure either, it's not exactly the same. He’s not seeing a therapist or looking for one, that makes it kinda hard. I even offered to help him search for one, but unless I don’t do all the work, nothing happens.”

“Possibly, she could be right but I’m not sure either, he definitely sounds like a maniac”, he admits. You instantly continue your explanation, when another aspect crosses your mind: “He’s talking me into thinking it’s unbearable to be with me, that I’m so annoying with my anxiety attacks, no one could handle that and I should be thankful for him spending time with me.”

Jisung’s jaw immediately clenches, as he listens to what you’ve just admitted. It takes a lot of strength for him to stay calm, he’d like to punch your ex right in the face, still in shock at how he has treated you. “You know nothing he’s saying is true, right? You’re a wonderful person and he should have taken your mental health issues seriously.”

Instantly, a warm smile appears on your face, his simple yet honest words reassuring you. “Thank you- not only for the compliment, but also for listening. I really had to get this off my chest.” Jisung grabs your hands now and for a second you don’t know how to handle his sudden touch, realising you’ve never held hands before. The new tension is soon interrupted by your phone receiving a call.

Looking on the screen and reading his contact name, you halt in place and Jisung immediately senses it. “Don’t pick up”, he says, reaching for the device, before he turns off the volume and lays it aside, “you’re with me now, okay? I’ll take your mind off of all this.”

♡

Jisung was right - working on his songs is the best kind of distraction for you at that moment. Getting lost in the tunes, listening carefully to his lyrics and reading between those lines, changing some of the sounds with the help of your talent in composing - you are his producer and colleague after all - lets you concentrate on something else than your ex.

“I bet everyone tells you this all the time, but your lyrics are out of this world”, you compliment him. The boy immediately blushes, getting all shy, as he covers his face with his palms, giggling about what you’ve said. “I’m just telling the truth”. Slightly peeking through his fingers, he carefully looks at you, before he nods and whispers a sheeply ‘thank you’.

“I think we should take a break, maybe eat something downstairs?” You suggest, as you realise you’re hungry and he might be, too. “Yeah sure”, Jisung answers and you both get up from your seat, walk out the studio and enter the small store on the other side of the street. It’s a good thing it’s still open, since it’s already midnight and the company you work at will close soon. Ordering simple pizzas for the both of you, taking a seat at one of the tables located in front of the huge window, you wait for your food to be served.

“So- do you already know where you’re going now?” Jisung asks, hoping his question is not too personal, after all he’s not only a coworker but a good friend as well, just worrying about you. “I mean, I have my own apartment so I’m not forced to stay at his. But since all his stuff is still at my place, I feel uncomfortable right now staying there. That’s actually why I went to the studio.”

Jisung nods understandingly, as he takes a sip from his beverage. “If you’re not tired yet, we can go to my place”, he offers, hoping it doesn’t sound suggestive or weird, wanting to make you feel even more uncomfortable is the last thing he wants. But his worries are soon proven wrong, when you answer: “Oh, thanks, yeah sure. If you’re still motivated we can work on new songs. I’ve made some progress with some of the instrumentals I’ve talked about and I can show them to you, if you like.”

♡

“I hope you don’t mind the mess, I didn’t expect guests to be honest”, Jisung says, scratching the back of his head, as you both enter his apartment. “Don’t worry”, you tell him, as you place your jacket on the clothes rack. “Do you want something to drink?” He asks you, walking towards the open kitchen in his living room. “I’m fine with water, to be honest.”

Both sitting down on his couch, you pull out your phone, searching for the instrumentals, as he turns on his laptop. “So, it’s something different this time. I was trying to get out of my comfort zone and challenge myself. So I completely understand if you don’t like it”, you’re already going into self-defensive mode. “Hey, slow down, I’m sure I will like it”, Jisung begins, “there’s no need to be insecure around me, okay?”

When you finally find the files you’ve been looking for, you press the ‘open with’ button and select your preferred programme. The speakers of your computer affect the quality of the sound, but neither of you mind. Jisung closes his eyes, in order to fully experience the melody. The instrumental track isn’t that long, only one and a half minutes long, but when you catch a glimpse of the boy sitting right next to you, his facial expressions tell you he totally likes it.

“Wow- I’m more than impressed, Y/N, I don’t even know what to say”, he begins, as he opens his eyes again, switching between looking at you and the screen, “that’s- amazing- even though it’s in fact totally different from your usual stuff, I’ve instantly become addicted to the last part. The harmonies are just- excellent.” Blushing instantly, you try to avoid his gaze and cover your face in the palms of your hands, just like he did earlier in the studio.

“Don’t get shy now, I’ve never met someone as talented as you- it’s like these ideas just naturally come to you”, he tells you, carefully grabbing your wrist, so you don’t hide your face anymore, ”it’s also kinda cute you’re blushing about this”. Playfully pushing his hands away, you answer: “You’re not in the position to judge me, you went totally shy earlier as well.” Jisung giggles, before he lays his laptop aside, placing it on the couch table. “I meant this in a positive way, you know?”

You simply nod, unsure what to answer. When he gingerly guides his hands towards your own again, softly connecting his fingers with yours, goosebumps appear all over your skin, which he notices. “You’re perfect and anyone who doesn’t appreciate this, doesn’t deserve you”, he says quietly, as his eyes watch the way your hands lay in his.

Since you can’t handle any kinds of compliments, still insecure thanks to the constant insults from your ex, you only know how to answer sarcastically: “Are you trying to flirt with me, Han Jisung?” Chuckling at your assumption, slightly feeling caught, he answers: “Yes, actually that’s what I was going for.” Scratching the head of his back, he gets shy now, too. That’s why you decide to make the next move, testing the waters.

“Then why did you stop?” Giving him a wink, the boy in front of you gains confidence again, as his thumbs slowly caress the back of your hands. “I’d rather show you, if I’m honest”, he says, letting go of your hands and bringing his own to your face, gently caressing your cheeks, as he holds you. Your eyes meet and you notice his gaze flickering down onto your lips.

But the tension is soon interrupted by your phone ringing, resulting in him letting you go out of reflex. Since your device is still laying on the couch table, you can see your ex’ contact name on the screen. “Don’t pick up”, Jisung demands, as his eyes lay on your scared facial expression. “I won’t”, you immediately answer and look right at him, but switch back onto the phone again, when a notification pops up.

Love <3: Where the fuck are you? Why aren’t you in your apartment?? You fucking someone else? I bet you do

When Jisung sees you shaking out of fear, he holds your hand again, as he says: “Hey, don’t worry. He won’t do anything, you’re safe here with me. I’ll protect you.” Hesitantly nodding, you move a bit closer to him. “What can I do for you to make you feel better?” He asks, pushing your chin up so you look at him. “Just be there for me and make me me forget about him.”

Pulling you into a hug first, he starts patting the back of your head, as he holds you close. “If I’m going too far, please tell me immediately, okay?” He says. “I will”, you answer, moving a bit back now in order to look at him again. Jisung is unsure now if it’s okay to make the next move. Even though you’ve been very boldly flirting with him, since that previous call your mood has shifted.

But he doesn’t have to worry anymore because you’re the one to take the first step, carefully placing your lips on his. By the way he reacts, you notice he’s getting a bit shy as well, but soon gains confidence, grabbing your face softly with his hands. Instantly feeling safe by the way his lips move with yours, you allow his tongue to enter.

Jisung’s hands find their way around your waist, slowly pulling you towards him and as you get the hint, you get up and move on top of him, straddling his lap now. While your tongues fight for dominance, saliva mixing together, butterflies erupt in your stomach and you feel the blood in your veins tingling. Unconsciously, when his hands wander down and meet your hips, you start grinding on him, friction helping you with the build-up in your lower stomach.

When Jisung realizes what you’re doing, he guides his hands even lower, as they land on your ass, roughly grabbing the flesh through the material of your pants. Feeling him smirk against you, lips still connected, you move back with your head and look at him. The boy just stares at you, the mischievous smile still on his face, as he whispers: “Enjoying yourself, princess?”

You sheeply nod, as you place your mouth on his again, continuing with the kisses full of passion. But Jisung has other plans, as he pulls away again, before he says: “Do I have to repeat myself? I’ve asked you something.” Blushing at his unexpected confidence and dominance, you cover your face in the palms of your hands, unsure how to handle his demeanour, even though you like it. “Don’t hide yourself, princess”, he repeats the name again, making you internally go crazy.

Suddenly but guardedly, his hands find their way on your thighs, playing with the hem of your skirt. “Eyes on me”, he demands, as his hands wander even higher until his fingers land on your underwear. Brushing your lingerie, he places his lips on the side of your neck in the meantime while one of his hands holds your hips in place. Not much later, the other one pulls the fabric covering your heat aside, carefully touching your already wet folds.

“All for me?” He asks, giving you a mischievous smile, tilting his head, as you see his tongue meeting his upper teeth. “Yes, all for you”, you sheeply admit, as you position your hands on his shoulders in order to gain more balance for what’s about to follow next. Slowly dipping one of his fingers inside, he spreads your liquids over your bundle of nerves before he starts drawing circles on it with his thumb. Two of his fingers go inside and out again, the pace quickly becoming faster.

“F-Fuck- feels good, Ji”, you moan, as you let your head fall back in pleasure, still trying to stabilise yourself but when you lose control he puts his free hand on your hips. “Wait until I replace those fingers with my cock- but until then we’ll have to spread that tight cunt a bit more. Seems like that pathetic guy didn’t fuck you properly.” You would have thought, the mention of your ex boyfriend would ruin the mood. But Jisung, in comparison, just does a way better job in satisfying you, not only for instance by immediately finding your clit and knowing what you like but also with the way he talks to you.

Feeling the knot in your lower stomach tightening, you get lost in pleasure, your brain already far away, as you moan Jisung’s name over and over again. The fingers on your hips wander up under your shirt and you instantly get the hint, pulling both your shirt and bra over your head. His hand grabs one of your boobs, roughly massaging it, as his lips land around the bud of the other one, softly giving licks. Being overwhelmed with all the stimulation you come undone, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

Soon, his lips and hand let go of your breasts, as he pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to your mouth. “Be a good girl and suck”, he says to which you obediently follow his order, parting your lips and allowing his digits to enter. Your own liquids meet your tongue and your eyes his own, never departing the gaze, doll-like look on your face.

Jisung feels his own pants getting even more uncomfortable, his prominent bulge pressing against the fabric of the jeans, which you immediately notice. That’s why you find yourself on your knees in front of him who’s still sitting on the sofa. Not needing any further instructions, your hands land on his belt, opening it and helping him pull down his pants and underwear. When you see his cock for the first time, you understand now, why he wanted to prepare you.

Placing your lips around his tip, you slowly guide your mouth down his length. Totally impatient, Jisung grabs your hair at the back of your head, creating a makeshift ponytail in order to control the pace just how he likes it. “Fuck- just like that, you’re doing great, princess”, he praises you and you can already feel yourself getting aroused again, pushing your legs together in hopes of dealing with the sensation, which he notices.

“Hey- a bit more patient, babygirl. Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you soon”, he says, as he pulls your hair, making you disconnect from his length, just starring at him with hopeful, big eyes. “You look so pretty on your knees for me, you know that?” He asks, rather in a rhetorical tone, right before he guides your head onto his cock again, making you gag for a second. Following his orders considering the pace, you pump your head up and down.

His hips sloppily start thrusting into your mouth now, practically face-fucking you. But Jisung for sure knows if he doesn’t stop now, he’ll cum immediately. That’s why he grabs the makeshift ponytail again, pulling you away from him, as you just sit there on your knees, confused look on your face. “Take the rest of your clothes of, I’m gonna fuck you now”, he informs you in a strict tone and you instantly stand up again, getting rid of your skirt and underwear as he does the same with his own clothes.

When you both stand in front of each other, his demeanour shifts for a moment, as he grabs your face with both hands and places his lips on yours. He kisses you passionately one last time, before you both stumble onto the couch again and you lay on your back, Jisung on top of you. As he stabilises himself on one of his forearms, his other hand finds your cheek, softly caressing it as he speaks: “Are you sure about that?” Looking at him with big eyes, your legs already spread for him, you answer: “Yes- Ji, I can’t wait anymore-“.

The boy towering over you doesn’t need to be told twice, as he brings his hand on your face down to the base of his cock, as he positions the tip at your entrance. Slowly pushing inside, your wet walls immediately clench around him, that’s why he waits for a few seconds. “I’m ready- you can move”, you tell him and Jisung places both his forearms next to you, as his hips start thrusting.

Looking down, you see his huge length disappearing inside of you, a visible bulge on your lower stomach. “Fuck- you’re so big”, you cry out, shutting your eyes in hopes to deal with the unbearable pleasure. “Y-You feel s-so good around me, princess”, Jisung says, rolling his eyes to the back of his head in the process. Grabbing one of your upper legs and laying it on top of his shoulders, the new angle helps him hit just the right point inside of you.

“Fuck- Ji”, you try to say something, but your words are just mumbled, by now you’re a complete moaning mess underneath him. “Aww, is my princess already to fucked out to form simple sentences?” He asks you, as his lips land on the outside of your neck, the rough bites surely create marks on your skin. Digging your nails into his back, you’re positive he’ll have some visible memories of tonight in the morning as well.

But your mind soon drives off again, only thinking about how good and deep he’s thrusting into you. “Ji- close- cum”, you moan out, almost incomprehensible what you’re trying to say. “Babygirl, just a bit longer, okay?” He instructs, as his hand lands on your cheeks, thumb caressing your skin, as you just stare at him, brain far away. “Did I fuck my pretty girl dumb?” He asks, chuckling right after.

“S-So good”, you just blurt out, grabbing his face and he immediately moves nearer, placing his lips on yours. The kiss deepens and his movements get sloppier, as you get close to your second orgasm of the night. “Ji- please- can I cum?” You manage to ask him, after your lips disconnect. “Go on- be a good girl and let go, I got you”, he says and you instantly give in, feeling your climax through your whole body, even much more intense than the last one, as you clench around his cock.

It doesn’t take him much longer, as Jisung’s moans get louder and louder, painting your walls white when he reaches his own high. For possibly a minute, you both are just panting heavily, trying to physically and mentally calm down. When reality hits you, Jisung already pulls out of you, some droplets of the mixed liquids dripping onto your bare legs.

He toddles into his bathroom right away, short after bringing a wet towel for you, as he helps you clean yourself. Giving you some fresh clothes from his wardrobe, you thankfully put them on and gulp down the rest of the water that’s still on the couch table.

“Are you good? I hope I wasn’t too rough or anything”, Jisung wants to make sure, as he pulls a strand of your hair aside, tugging it behind your ear. “I’m gonna be completely honest with you”, you start and you can already see the insecurity on his face, “that’s not only exactly what I needed but also definitely the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” Exhaling because his worries are proven wrong, Jisung giggles, as he places another kiss on your mouth. “Same counts for me. So, when you’re ready, we can go another round.”

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exo-lovestay · 2 years ago

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routine — seungmin

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader

tags: getting together, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, dry humping, making out, messing around over clothes, shy!reader turned brave, bestie han for a minute, cheesy ending bc i couldn’t help myself, unspecified relationship

inspo: requested by anon! Humbly requests dry humping with Seungmin👀

notes: some of you might’ve noticed kim seungmin has captured me in his spell. this is the first of many minnie fics i have to write to deal with my feelings. thank you. rbs and feedback are much appreciated 🫶🏻

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Your routine with Seungmin was quite simple. You’d come over to the dorm when the other boys were busy and get to spend some time alone with him. He usually put something on the TV—a reality contest about singers, but he never watched the episodes chronologically, so singers would disappear and reappear every time you watched another one. Sometimes he’d watch the finale before the auditions.

You thought it was crazy, but the truth was you weren’t there to watch the singing competition with him.

You were there to spend time with your crush.

After watching two episodes he’d order some food (almost always getting you the pork belly you liked) and then you two would eat.

Then you’d talk about things. He’d share the troubles he had at work and you’d share your stresses and then he’d crack a joke or two and then you talked about happier things and without fail, his head would end up in your lap as you played with his wonderful hair.

Once the silence settled around the pair of you, Seungmin would stretch, yawn, and ask you if he could kiss you.

He’d kiss you for a few minutes, softly, and then he’d ask if it was time for you to head home since it was getting late.

The routine was like clockwork.

And like clockwork, Seungmin would ignore the kisses you shared once they were done.

You did complain about the situation to your best friend, Jisung, who sadly was also Seungmin’s best friend. All Jisung had to say was, “but you like him, how is this bad?”

“Because I want more than dinner and some pecks,” you whined.

“Okay. So initiate that,” he shrugged back at you.

“I can’t,” you helpfully explained.

“He’s a coward,” Jisung said simply as he took another spoonful of ice cream, “he’s obviously too scared to start something. So if you want more just do it. What happened to girls can make the first move?”

“Girls can,” you took another bite of the ice cream you were sharing with Jisung, “but I can’t.”

“Then stop complaining.”

“You’re so good at advice, I’m so happy I picked you as my best friend,”

Jisung grinned at you, his cheeks full of ice cream.

“He likes you, he wants to be with you, and with the little schedule you have going on he gets that. Why would he risk it?” Was Jisung actually offering you advice? “If you want more then put on your big girl pants and start something.”

“What I want is to take off my—“

“—no! Don’t wanna hear that!”

You grinned at your best friend before you got back to your ice cream. Perhaps he was right.

Next time you saw Seungmin you decided the only way to get a different result would be to break the routine.

As the first episode of the show started you brought your hand in between your bodies. Slowly, you crawled your pinky across the sofa until it touched his hand.

Seungmin did not react at all.

In fact, he remained frozen for the rest of the contestant's song—only reacting when he rolled his eyes at the judge’s praise.

“That guy is biased,” he started, “that wasn’t a good cover, it sounded like karaoke.”

“You should be a judge on one of these shows,” you said, finally gathering the courage to link your fingers together.

Seungmin hummed.

“Maybe when we disband and I—“

“—Ahhhh la la laa!”

He squeezed your hand, a chuckle on his tongue. “what?”

“You’re not allowed to say that word!”

He laughed, his eyes disappearing under his bangs. “Okay.”

You held hands through the whole episode, Seungmin’s thumb rubbing against your palm in rhythm with the songs playing. You liked that a lot.

And then, after you finished the food and telling him all about your big fight with your mum, his head was in your lap again.

You ran your finger through his hair.

It was quiet.

Only this time you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. You had to break the routine. That was the only way. He was going to ask to kiss you and you would say no. You’d say you wanted more. Yes, that was the plan.

“Hey, pretty?” That was different.

You hummed.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Since when do you call me pretty?”

“Since when do you hold my hand?” He asked right back. The hand that wasn’t playing with his hair was resting by his head, and Seungmin had reached out for it and laced your fingers together.

“I dunno,” you mumbled, “I just wanted to.”

“It’s not bad, I like holding your hand,” he looked up at you with a smile, squeezing your hand.

You smiled to yourself, brushing his bangs into his eyes.

“I liked it too,” you said. Seungmin hummed.

The silence took its turn again.

“So.. about that kiss?”

“Oh, uh,” you started.

As soon as something other than ‘yes’ left your lips, Seungmin lifted his head from your lap. He turned to you, eyes wide, waiting for you to say something.

You were still holding hands but one of you had started to sweat and both your palms were now incredibly warm.

“Um, yeah,” you said after a few moments.

“Um, yeah?” He repeated, eyes squinting at you.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about something,” you nodded, “I’m here now.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He offered, almost getting back into position for Phase Three. But you were ready now for Phase Five.

“No, let’s kiss instead.”

So there went your plan to say no. But maybe you already changed too much today—holding hands was a great start and you can just build more from there.

Seungmin brought his hand to your jaw, pulling you closer and pressing his lips against yours.

You let his soft lips take control, like you always did, following his lead and asking for nothing more. He pressed his lips against yours once and then twice, and then he pulled away.

Before you even thought of opening your eyes you leaned forward—kissing him again, pulling him back towards you.

Seungmin reacted instantly, bringing his hand to your waist to keep you this close to him.

You moved against each other, your mind taken over by how soft his lips were.

You moved your hand to his jaw, feeling the way it flexed as he opened his mouth, experimentingly moving his tongue against yours. You hummed, brushing your thumb against his cheek.

When you pushed against him more, trying to get him to lay down he pulled away.

His pupils were blown as he looked at you up and down before his eyes settled on your lips.

“We should keep going,” he said, breathing heavily, “we should definitely do more of that.”

“Then why did you stop, Minnie?”

“The boys are gonna be back in like twenty minutes,” he groaned.

“So? That’s a very long time,” you smiled up at him, massaging your fingers against his scalp.

“Yeah, yeah, but it’s not enough time.”

“Enough? For what?” You asked, hopefully.

“I don’t want us to get carried away and for the boys to see you in a position you don’t want to be seen in,” he explained. You didn’t quite understand.

Well, you did. You just wanted him to say it clearly.

“What kind of position?” You kissed his cheek. When he said nothing you kept kissing him, down his jaw, down his neck, settling on a spot that made him sigh.

You sucked on his skin, grinning to yourself when he let out a groan and squeezed your hips in response. You took that as a sign to keep going.

“Pretty,” he sighed softly.

“Yeah?” You mumbled, licking over the now red spot you created.

“Don’t start something I can’t finish.” It sounded like a warning.

“And who said you can’t finish it?”

“Seventeen minutes isn’t enough,” he said simply.

“Do you always count the minutes before you kick me out?” You chuckled at him.

“No,” he countered, making the sound longer, “I count the minutes until I inevitably need to stop so they don’t come in when we’re in the middle of something.”

You shook your head at his logic. “We could just go to your room and close the door, you know.”

Seungmin looked at you with wide eyes.

Instead of saying anything else—because you made your thoughts pretty clear, you’d say—you leaned forward, grabbing his chin and tilting it upwards, enough to allow you to pepper kisses around his skin. His collarbone peaked out from his oversized shirt collar, the perfect place to plant endless kisses like you always wanted to.

When you pulled away from his skin, both his hands were cupping your head, one in your hair and one on your cheek—pulling you back towards his lips eagerly.

He kissed you with an urgency you’ve never felt from him before.

Your tongues moved against each other as the pair of you gasped, Seungmin’s hands pulling your waist even closer to him, practically dragging you over the couch.

“We have twelve minutes, Minnie,” you teased him with a smirk, pulling away slightly to catch your breath.

But he didn’t react to that. Instead, he used the opportunity to kiss down your neck.

“I’m not stopping,” was all he said, biting your skin before he started sucking on it.

“No one told you to stop,” you sighed as a tingle ran down your neck and towards your spine.

Seungmin bit the skin one more time before he faced you again, his lips wet and shiny as he kissed you for a moment.

Then he stood up. His sweats did very little to conceal the way all this affected him, and you felt a heat spread between your legs when he caught you staring at him.

He offered his hand to you and you quickly took it, standing up and following him to his room.

You’ve never been in his room before except for one other time. You were cold and he told you to just grab the first hoodie you see. That took you about three seconds and you never stepped foot in his room again.

Now, Seungmin locked the door behind him.

You easily laid onto the bed, settling yourself on the pillows as Seungmin climbed on top of you.

He rubbed his thumb in circles against your cheek as he smiled at you, licking his lips. “Hey, pretty.”

“Hey,” you smiled back.

“Can I kiss you?”

You giggled at him, rolling your eyes. “Can you please do more than that already?”

His eyes gleamed at you. “Desperate, are we?”

“Like you’re not fully hard right now?” You shot back.

Seungmin laughed, and then rolled his eyes, and before he could say whatever smug retort was on his lips you pushed your hips up and rubbed against his crotch.

He gasped.

“Yeah, what was that?” You smirked at him.

“Shut up,” he dismissed.

You decided he definitely didn’t have any right to tease you, and so you grabbed his hips and pushed him down—his body meeting yours.

His eyes fluttered shut.

You were going to say something cheeky, he knew, so instead he kissed you as you rolled his hips against yours.

Seungmin hadn’t made a move to take any of your clothes off, or his, but his hips were moving against yours in the best way.

At one point you heard the front door open, and Seungmin pulled away from you, but you quickly grabbed his face and ran your tongue across his lips.

“I don’t care that they’re here, just keep going,” you said in between gasps.

He listened, and quickly got back to kissing you as he dragged his body against yours. You moved up to meet his thrusts, moaning into the kiss as he bumped against your sensitive bud.

You were gasping, grabbing at his arms, doing anything you could to get him closer to you.

And he did everything he could to get you to make those beautiful noises again.

He ran his hands all over you, not even sure where to touch first now that he was touching you. He moved from squeezing your thighs to your arms to your waist to running up and down your stomach until he was brave enough to crawl his hand under your shirt and all the way up to your breasts.

You were wearing one of your bralettes today, which made it much easier for him to simply run his thumb against your bra until he got a reaction from you.

You moaned softly as he rubbed your nipple with a smirk.

“What are you getting cocky about?” You asked, breatheless.

“Just… that I can drive you crazy with minimal effort.”

“I don’t think I’m gonna cum from this, if that’s what’s getting you excited,” you said, bucking your hips up involentarily.

“Who said I’m trying to make you cum?”

You whined at his words, and Seungmin had to remind you the boys were home now, so he licked into your mouth again to keep you quiet.

It was fifteen minutes before midnight when Seungmin pulled away, placing his face in your neck and kissing it lightly as you both caught your breaths.

You had no idea you were going for that long, but you knew your panties were ruined from having soaked through them and that there was a stain on the front of Seungmin’s sweats from where he was leaking.

He ran his hands up and down your sides as you both just breathed.

“Do you need to go home?” He asked, like he always does. But this time it sounded more like a child asking if he had to go to bed and stop playing with his favourite friend.

“Maybe in a bit?” You offered.

Seungmin rubbed circles into your stomach where your shirt was scrunched up your middle. He kissed your cheek.

“Don’t want you to go yet, pretty.”

You ran your hand up his back and then down again, matching the pace of his fingers on your skin. “I hate when you go.”

“You’re the one who kicks me out every time,” you smiled.

“Yeah, but I told you why. I need to stop myself because now I don’t want you to ever leave. I just wanna do this for hours.”

“And what makes you think I don’t want to do this for hours, too?”

Seungmin picked his head up, looking at you bewildered. As if you just told him the most magnificent secret. “I’m…. not sure.”

“So…. can we keep doing this for hours?”

Seungmin didn’t answer, instead brought your lips together and kissed you for an undetermined amount of minutes. Or maybe hours.

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Kim Seungmin x Thick Reader

Word count: 5.1k

Synopsis: A sequel to A Tale of Two Cheonyeo. You and Seungmin have been together for almost three years. You've had a lot of firsts together in that time but you still have your issues with your body and still wear your shirt when you make love. You decide you want to do something special for Seungmin for your anniversary, if your nerves don't get the best of you first.

A/N: 18+ only! This is the second sequel in the SKZ x Thick Reader Series. Before I even knew I would be doing a whole series of part 2's I already knew this story would be getting one! I hope you all enjoy it! If you do smash the like, the reblog, leave me a little comment, or shoot me an ask and a keyboard smash. I love the feedback! Warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY strong language/cursing, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected piv sex (please use protection), praise/body worship, multiple orgasms/overstimulation, cum shot, cum eating, mentions of pregnancy and birth. I think that's everything but if I missed anything please let me know and I'll add it asap!

Agi angye. Seungmin said it to you all the time. Whenever there was a task that seemed too daunting, something happening in your life that was overwhelming, or a milestone that seemed scary.

“Agi angye y/n. Any movement forward is progress baby. Take small steps and don’t think about the distance. Focus on the steps and you’ll get there when you get there.” He used the line on you lot when you were being hard on yourself about your body image and your sex life with Seungmin. There were three things that were your only requests when you had sex, you couldn’t have a bunch of lights on, you didn’t want Seungmin to go down on you, and you always always had to have your shirt on. When you had been together a little over a year, he asked you to move in together and you still wore the shirt when making love. You had lived together for almost a year and a half now, closing in on your three-year anniversary and you still wore the shirt. Seungmin respected your wishes of course and never pressured you to do something you didn’t feel comfortable doing. If you were interested in trying to take a step, he was supportive. If you got scared and backed out, he comforted and assured you.

You had made some progress in the last few years with Seungmin. Mostly after moving in together. Being in such close quarters helped. He’d seen you in a towel quite a few times, and your little robe. As long as the curtains were drawn closed so that it wasn’t too bright in your room you would have morning sex, and there was one time that you let Seungmin put his head under your shirt and suck on your nipples while he fingered you. Only if the room was completely dark and only if he promised to keep his eyes closed while he did it. You had been a ball of nerves the entire time he was under your shirt, you trusted he would do what he said and keep his eyes closed but he could tell you weren’t able to enjoy his fingers inside you while he did it, so he didn’t do it very long. He was so proud of you for trying though and he made sure to tell you after when you were holding each other in bed.

Seungmin was always so patient and understanding and with your anniversary just around the corner you wanted to plan something special for him, to show him how much you loved and appreciated him. You made reservations at that fancy French restaurant Seungmin had mentioned before. You had to do that two months in advance and it was not an easy task. You bought a new dress, and you planned on your friend Eve going to you and Seungmin’s apartment while you were at dinner to get it all staged.

Soft music, candles, the whole nine yards. There were three other key elements you planned for the night. The first being you wanted to try taking your shirt off. It had been three years and Seungmin had been so supportive, and you felt safe with him, so you wanted to try. You also wanted to ask if Seungmin would try oral sex for the first time with you. Since you would never let him go down on you, he insisted on waiting himself, until you were ready too. You wanted to try, you wanted to do something that would surprise him. Blow his mind. That’s why you had the third and final piece of the plan tucked away safely until you were ready for it. The piece de resistance.

A couple days before your anniversary you told Seungmin you had a surprise prepared. You asked him to wear your favorite suit and to be ready by seven for dinner.

“What are you up to beautiful?” He laughed and pulled you in for a kiss.

“It’s a surprise, you’ll just have to wait and see. Oh, would you mind getting ready over at the guys’ place that day?” He went to ask you again just what this plan of yours was, but you pressed your finger to his lips.

“A surprise.” You removed the finger, pecked his lips, about faced, and carried on with the rest of your day. The day of your anniversary you woke up to Seungmin’s lips, then hands. They traveled down your body gently. He pulled your panties off and you spread your legs for him. Seungmin pushed into you slowly. He caged you between his arms, his body pressed against yours, he wanted to savor the moment, take it slow, kiss you, breath you in, make love to you.

After your round of morning sex, you went to get in the shower while Seungmin made coffee and a little breakfast. When you got out your food was ready, and it was Seungmin’s turn in the shower. He kissed the top of your head as he passed you and disappeared into the bathroom. The rest of your day was pretty much like any other. Seungmin had to go into work for a little bit. He went ahead and took his suit with him and planned on going to his friend’s place right after work. You had some errands to run before that night, candles to pick up and a few other odds and ends.

When you got home you set up everything in the bedroom just how you wanted it. Now all Eve would have to do is light the candles when you text her and hit play on the home speaker. You started to get yourself ready, excited but nervous about the night ahead. Seungmin showed up promptly at seven, always right on time as usual. He walked in with a bouquet of daisies he had picked up on the way. You were still in the master bathroom just finishing getting ready. Seungmin called out to you.

“y/n? I’m here.” You hurried with your finishing touches.

“Give me just a minute!” You sprayed on some perfume and gave yourself a quick once over before heading out. Seungmin sat down on the couch, laid the flowers on the table in front of him, and waited. Just a moment later he heard your shoes as you came walking down the hall. Seungmin turned and saw you just as you started to make your way down the four steps that led into the living room. He had seen you dressed up on multiple occasions but when he saw you his eyes went wide, and his heart started racing faster. You had on a soft pink sequined dress. It came off your shoulders and the fit complimented your curves. The color matched the pink shirt of Seungmin’s that you had asked him to wear. When he was able to pick his jaw up off the floor, he remembered the flowers and grabbed them.

“Wow, baby, you look...” He handed you the daisies as you walked up to him. You grabbed them and he pulled you in for a kiss.

“You look stunning my love.” You smiled and felt your face get warm.

“Thank you Min. You’re always so handsome in this suit.” You stood on your toes and pecked his cheek then smoothed the shoulder of his jacket and dusted it off.

“Very handsome.” You nodded assertively and Seungmin couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face.

“Okay baby we look like a million bucks, what now?” You smirked.

“Well, we have an eight o’clock reservation at Le Frisson...” Seungmin was in shock. That was a pretty hard place to get into. He had tried for your second anniversary and couldn’t even make the waiting list.

“How?!” You laughed and brushed his hair away from his face as you looked at him adoringly.

“I know some people that know some people that knew about a cancellation that I was able to weasel in on. Favors were called in, souls sold, virgins sacrificed but for you? Worth it.” Seungmin started laughing so hard tears came to his eyes. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you close and giving you a kiss

“I appreciate the time and dedication it must have taken.” You shook your head as you both continued to laugh, and you pulled Seungmin towards the door.

“Yea yea I’m amazing, I should start a cult, now, Mr. Punctual lets go or we’re gonna be late!” Of course, Seungmin being Seungmin without even speeding got you there in plenty of time. How’d he always do that?

When you both walked into the restaurant you could see why it was so popular. It felt high class yet still cozy. There was dim lighting and limited seating to keep the quiet, intimate atmosphere. You were escorted to your table and the waiter explained the menu. You would be served three courses and dessert and you could choose between two meals. He told you the wine pairings for the evening's meal and then left to get you drinks and allow you time to look at the meal selections.

“They both sound so good Min!” He agreed, both choices were amazing meals sure to be decadent in every way.

“Why don’t we each get one and we can try all of it.” You smiled nodding.

“Oh my god you’re a genius! Yes!” When the waiter came back with your drinks Seungmin told him your dinner selections, he collected your menus and went to put your orders in. The whole dinner you and Seungmin laughed, talked about your favorite memories together like that time at the batting cages, and what you hoped the future looked like.

Each serving that was placed in front of you was better than the last. Seungmin switched to water after the second course, but you continued to drink a couple more glasses of wine. You were nervous about what was to come after dinner, and you hoped it would relax you a little. By the time you were done with dessert you were a little tipsy. When it was time to go you went to stand up and you stumbled just a bit. Seungmin grabbed your hip and hand to brace you.

“You okay baby? Do you want to wait here while I bring the car around?” You shook your head. The cool air and walk to the car would probably help sober you up a bit.

“No Min I’m fine, just lost my balance a second.” He looked at you for a moment.

“Okay then. Let's get home. We can just relax the rest of the night.” Over your dead body you thought. You had your plan, a little liquid courage, and you really wanted to do something that blew Seungmin’s mind. Relaxing would be the last thing you would be doing. You pulled out your phone and texted Eve letting her know you were leaving dinner so she could set up and go. As Seungmin drove the both of you home he could feel you doing that thing you always did. He looked over and sure enough you were leaned back in your seat watching him with stars in your eyes, like you were floating in a dream. He chuckled a little.

“Why you looking at me like that?” You blinked slowly and let out a content sigh and smiled.

“Cause you’re beautiful, did you know that?” Seungmin’s ears turned red.

“You’re drunk.” You shook your head.

“Am not. I was a little tipsy but I’m fine now.” You leaned closer and your hand slid across Seungmin’s thigh, when your fingertips brushed his inner thigh, you squeezed. He jumped tensing up and then let out a breath as he relaxed again. The liquid courage was definitely working.

“W-what are you doing?!” You stopped and looked at him as he took quick glances between you and the road. He had a surprised expression on his face, and you thought he was upset with you. You should have asked before just touching him like that. You took your hand off his leg and sat back in your own seat again embarrassed. Seungmin was just shocked, he wasn’t upset in the slightest, you had never done anything like that before. Your sex life had always been kept confined within the four walls of your apartment and mainly the bedroom. So, the fact that your hand was sliding up his thigh closer to his dick while you were in the car surprised him.

“Hey, it’s okay. I-I liked it I was... I was just surprised. You can touch me; I always want you to touch me baby.” You shook your head.

“No, I was being stupid, I’m sorry.” You were no longer feeling as confident in your plan for the night. So much for liquid courage.

“You weren’t love, really. You have nothing to be sorry about, okay?” You nodded and quietly watched out the window for the rest of the ride home. Seungmin glanced over from time to time trying to make sure you were okay. He felt terrible for hurting your feelings he truly had not meant to. As you walked up to the apartment your anxiety started getting the best of you. Right before Seungmin unlocked the door you stopped him.

“Min, I... I had planned... well... you know... but if you don’t want to, we do-” Seungmin pulled you in and kissed you softly running his hand down your cheek as he did.

“I definitely want to baby.” He unlocked the door and let you in first. As soon as you walked in you could see the soft lighting from the candles and hear the music quietly playing. When Seungmin walked in his heart melted. He turned and looked at you, surprised again.

“Baby, when...I, you did all this for me?” You nodded and smiled, happy to see how much he liked the surprise so far.

“There’s more Minnie.” He quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Oh, is there?” You smirked and grabbed one of his hands pulling him towards your shared room, kicking your heels off along the way, Seungmin joined you taking his shoes off as well, following your lead. It wasn’t very often you did the leading, if ever, so Seungmin was just letting you do your thing. When you got to your room the soft music was playing through the bedroom speakers as well and there were more candles, not as many as the living room, you still wanted it a little dark. Agi angye, baby steps you told yourself, and tonight was going to be two very big baby steps. You walked up to Seungmin and wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands rested on your full hips, God he loved your hips. You pressed your soft lips against his and then spoke quietly.

“I’m gonna change and wash my face, then I’ll be right back, okay?” Seungmin nodded, his bottom lip between his teeth. You grabbed a couple of things and then headed off into the master bathroom to get ready. You quickly brushed your hair, got out of your dress and into your shirt and then washed your face.

When you came back out into the room Seungmin was sitting on the edge of your bed. He had taken off his jacket and tie and loosened the top two buttons of his shirt. Seeing him there you remembered the first time you saw him and how cute you thought he was. He smiled sweetly at you as you walked over and stood between his legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist and laid his head against your soft tummy.

“I love you so much y/n, so much.” You ran your fingers through Seungmin’s hair, and he looked up at you. You bent down and kissed him and then started to get on your knees in front of him. At first Seungmin didn’t know what you were doing but when your hands slid up his thighs towards his fly he realized and stopped you.

“Baby baby, you don’t have to do that. We’re gonna wait until you’re ready for me to go down on you too, so we can do it together our first time.” You smiled at him, and your heart swelled.

“Seungmin... I... I think I want to try tonight... if you want to that is.” Seungmin brushed the stray hairs away from your face and cupped your cheek.

“You’re sure?” You nodded and slowly reached for Seungmin’s fly again. He leaned back on his hands and was looking down at you as he took a shaky breath.

“You’re so beautiful love,” He whispered as you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. You reached inside them and pulled his cock out. You had given Seungmin hand jobs, and his dick had been inside you more times than you could count but this was the closest your face had ever been to it, and you couldn’t help thinking it was pretty. It was smooth and not scary big. He was so hard already at just the idea of your mouth being around him. You must have been kneeling there staring at him for a minute because Seungmin finally cleared his throat and spoke up.

“Uh... w-why don’t you start with trying to lick it?” You agreed. You gently squeezed his cock and then you licked a stripe up his shaft to the head. He tasted good, like Seungmin always tasted. You licked again, this time slower, and Seungmin’s head rolled back.

“Fuck that one felt really good baby.” You repeated what you had just done but a little slower and when you got to the head of his cock again, he gasped as your tongue teased it. He gently ran his fingers through your hair as you gave him slow wet licks up his cock a few times.

“Mmm do you think you could try sucking on the tip?” You nodded, gave Seungmin another long lick up his shaft and when you got to the tip you took it in your mouth and started swirling your tongue around it. Seungmin’s grip on your hair tightened just a little.

“Oh fuck. T-that f-feels so good y/n oh my god.” Hearing him start to lose it already egged you on to continue. You started bobbing up and down, slowly sucking when you went up and going deeper each time you went down. Seungmin leaned back on both hands again, his breathing coming out faster and faster, he started to tense up.

“FUCK I’m gonna cum baby I’m gon-” Before he could finish his word Seungmin started flooding your mouth. He hadn’t intended on coming in your mouth especially since it was your first time but when it happened you just went with it and tried to swallow as quickly as it filled your mouth. You pulled off Seungmin’s cock and his cum ran down your lip and chin a bit. He wiped it off as he tried to catch his breath.

“You’re so good to me love. Make me feel so good...” He helped you up off your knees and kissed you, traces of his taste still lingering in your mouth. Seungmin stood up, his pants and boxers falling around his ankles, and wrapped his arms around you deepening the kiss. You unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and pushed it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor joining the rest of his clothes. Seungmin’s hands started roaming your body over your shirt, getting more heated by the second. You pulled away a moment.

“Min... uh... well there was something else I wanted to try tonight too.” He cocked his head questioningly.

“What is it beautiful?” You took a deep breath, you wanted to do this.

“I want you to take my shirt off me tonight.” Seungmin’s eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped.

“Agi angye jagiya. You don’t ha-” Before Seungmin could say another word you kissed him. Your hands held his face gently and you kissed him hoping he felt every ounce of love you had for him, and he did, his eyes were closed so tightly as he kissed you back. You whispered against his lips.

“I want you to.” You took a couple steps back, raised your arms up, and in the sweetest voice asked.

“Seungminnie? Will you take this off of me please?” Seungmin got lightheaded due to all the blood immediately rushing to his dick. He stepped forward and bunched the hem of your shirt in both of his hands then stopped and looked at you.

“If that’s what you want baby...” You nodded and he lifted the shirt up and over your head. At first, he only looked at your face, looking for any discomfort or nervousness but you had none. You knew how much Seungmin loved you. You weren’t scared.

“You can look at me Min it’s okay...” When you said that Seungmin’s eyes traveled down and that’s when he realized what you’d had on underneath that shirt. You stood there as sweet as can be in sheer, baby pink, floral, lingerie. It had garters and was strappy and they all softly pressed into the skin of your thick hips and thighs. It was hands down the sexiest thing Seungmin had ever seen, and he actually started to drool.

“Oh beautiful, you shouldn’t have...” He pulled you close and kissed you with a fiery passion that was sure to burn the building down. He turned you back towards the bed and laid you down as he kissed down your neck.

“Min,” He stopped and looked down at you worried you may be having second thoughts. You looked into his brown eyes that seemed to go on forever as they stared back into you.

“I love you.” Seungmin smiled and started kissing your neck again.

“I love you too baby, so much.” You would never question that. You knew he did. He ran his hands down your body over the lace covering it. He slid a finger between a strap and your skin and rubbed softly gently snapping it before continuing down your body. When Seungmin’s face hovered over your lace panties you did start to get a little nervous but when he pressed a finger against your slit and rubbed you relaxed again. He kissed your thighs and rubbed you over your panties for a little bit like that until it wasn’t enough for you.

“Please Minnie...” He looked up at you and kissed your thigh softly again.

“God I’ve been dying to taste you for so long.” You felt your face heat up at his admission but couldn’t focus when Seungmin was sliding your pretty lace panties over and getting ready to do exactly that. Seungmin wasn’t an idiot and had fingered you plenty of times to know where your clit is. He spread you open and kissed it. It was warm and sweet and a good way to ease into the completely unknown territory for you, for both of you. He stuck the tip of his tongue out and softly teased before placing another firmer kiss against the sensitive bud. You were trying to keep calm, it all felt so good you wanted to jut your hips forward, but you were able to control yourself for now.

“More baby, more...” You were already a little breathless. Seungmin did just as you asked and licked a broad stripe up your pussy, then latched on and softly sucked, licked, and drank you in. It was all so much but so tender. You could no longer keep control of your hips and when they started moving too aggressively Seungmin held them down. The way he went down on you was like you were a delicacy. All the fancy food you had eaten that night and as far as Seungmin was concerned you were the tastiest. His cock was getting so hard as your moans of pleasure got louder.

“I’m...Seungmin, fuck fuuhh I’m gonna..c...” Seungmin thought he was going to cum untouched just by the sound of you coming on his tongue. You gripped his hair softly, your legs trying to squeeze together, stopped by Seungmin’s head. Once you relaxed against the bed again Seungmin started placing tender kisses up your body, worshiping every piece of you, thanking you for letting him have you like that, for letting him see you. He stopped, propped over you, looking down at you.

“You’re so beautiful, I mean just fucking breathtaking... look at you.” Between the orgasm and his words your heart was racing. Seungmin slid your panties to the side again and slowly slid his cock inside you. You let out a small gasp when he was buried fully then he started to fuck you slow and deep. Seungmin was in no rush tonight. You had given so much to him and he wanted you to know how grateful he was. So he was going to make you cum again and again. He kissed you sweetly as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper with every thrust and it wasn’t long before your body was on fire again, your second orgasm tearing through you. Seungmin stopped and just stayed there inside you while your walls squeezed him.

“Oh my god Min, s-so good feels so good!” Seungmin slid one of his hands behind your knee and lifted your leg to hit you at a different angle, deeper. The first hard thrust he gave you had you speechless, you hadn’t even entirely recovered from your last orgasm. Seungmin seemed hell bent on ripping the next one out of you, the tip of his cock hitting your g spot with precision in this slightly new position.

“Give me another one gorgeous let me see that pretty face you make when you cum for me.” As if words were all it took you came again, and it was almost too much in the best ways. Seungmin pulled out of you and rubbed his dick up and down your pussy over your lacey panties.

“Can I cum on these pretty panties baby?” You nodded.

“Yes please, cum for me Min, cum for me.” Your voice was breathy as you laid there fucked out. Seungmin rubbed his cock against your panties harder and started coming on them.

“Oh fuck, baby yes, those cute panties look so good covered in my cum, fuck!” You both slumped back on the bed sweaty and trying to catch your breath. Seungmin rolled over towards you, wrapped an arm around you and started planting soft kisses on the side of your face.

“I’ll get something to clean up with beautiful and I’ll be right back.” You took a deep breath and nodded, your hands pushing your hair back away from your face. Just a moment later Seungmin was back with a washcloth, and he wiped you off. When he went to toss the rag, you got up, stripped the lingerie off, slid your big t-shirt on again and got back into bed. A second passed and Seungmin joined you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in close. He buried his face in your hair and inhaled, breathing you in and then whispered to you before falling asleep.

“Thank you for trusting me y/n. I love you.”

As Seungmin stood by you in the labor and delivery room he couldn’t help but think about how far the two of you had come together. He felt a little helpless also. There you were, working so hard bringing his son into the world and all he could do was hold your hand and cheer you on. You were so amazing.

“You’re doing great baby. Just a little more.” You grimaced and tears streaked your face as you took a deep breath and pushed again when the doctor said. You had never felt pain like that in your whole life. Then you heard him. Your son, Seungmin’s son, crying and suddenly the pain didn’t matter anymore. Half the doctors swept him away to get vitals and clean him up while the other half worked on finishing up with you.

“Minnie, go by him make sure he’s okay.” Seungmin leaned down and kissed your forehead before letting go of your hand and going over by the group of doctors with your son. They were busy printing his feet wrapping him up and putting his little hat on his tiny head. Tears filled Seungmin’s eyes as soon as he saw his face. He looked just like you. Seungmin looked over at you.

“He’s perfect, he’s beautiful.” He was so amazed that the two of you had made this tiny person. He couldn’t believe that he could feel even more love than he already did, he didn’t think it was possible until he saw his son. As soon as the little hat was in place one of the nurses picked him up and immediately handed him over to Seungmin who was a little shell shocked. He’d never held a baby before in his life now he had to raise one. As soon as he was in his arms Seungmin started to freak out a little. They had to shape and nurture this baby to be an adult one day. You could see the panic on Seungmin’s face from your bed.

“Min, come over here love.” He walked over and turned so you could see your son’s face, more tears.

“He’s gorgeous Minnie.” Seungmin quietly nodded, agreeing.

“What’s wrong Seungmin?” He took a deep calming breath.

“What if I’m a bad dad? I don’t know the first thing about being a dad.” You shook your head and reached for his free hand, squeezing it.

“Min, I know you’re going to be an amazing father. No one knows what they’re doing when it comes to being a parent. We can try to be ready, but you never really know. We’ll figure it out together though, okay? Agi angye jagiya.” Seungmin nodded. The doctors were finished up with you and Seungmin handed the baby off to you as soon as they were done. You held him running your fingers along his sweet soft face. Seungmin’s heart was so full seeing you there holding your son. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

“Speaking of agi angye we have a pretty important baby step we still need to take. What’s his name?” You kissed the baby’s head and looked at his peaceful face as he slept in your arms.

“How about... Sky?”

@acciocriativity @caroline-ds-world @chansynie @ughbehavior @jquellen27 @hyunelixies @fixation-dump @lachinitaaaaa @rinrinndou @bangchans-angel @laylasbunbunny @owo-manii-uwu @armystay89

#i love the slow work up they have #i relate

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exo-lovestay · 2 years ago

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Bang Chan x Thick Reader

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Synopsis: A sequel to Blind Date. It's the one year anniversary of you and Chan's first date. You celebrate by going to the same restaurant but something is off. Will your first anniversary go smoothly or is it destined to go as badly as your first date?

A/N: 18+ only! Well back by popular demand! This is the first sequel in the SKZ x Thick Reader Series! I'm so excited to take you all on this journey to get a glimpse of what happened with our protagonists after, how they've grown, and where they've ended up. I hope you enjoy and if you do please like, reblog, send an ask and let me know! Feedback is always appreciated and you guys always have the best things to say about these! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ONLY! Strong language/cussing, dry humping, oral (f receiving), fingering, there's a shower head involved at one point (if you catch my drift), spanking, rough sex (kinda), dom/sub dynamic (if you squint real hard) unprotected piv sex (please use your head and a condom), praise/pet names, Chan calls mc a whore (one time, during sex), cream pie, cum shot, multiple orgasms, overstimulation (a little), mentions of pregnancy and labor. I THINK that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

It was your first time back in that restaurant since you and Chan’s first date. You were sitting in the same fancy Italian restaurant, at the same table, a year later waiting for your boyfriend who was, you looked at the clock by the bar, thirty minutes late. Deja vu. You had learned quickly, anywhere Chan was supposed to be, he was going to be at least fifteen minutes late. When you really needed him somewhere on time you would tell him thirty minutes earlier than the actual time and maybe he would show up on time. Unfortunately, Chan had made tonight's reservations, so you were waiting. It was fine. If your boyfriend’s biggest flaw was time management and his utter lack of being able to take a break without the threat of bodily harm, then you weren’t going to complain.

The last year with Chan had been amazing, you had never been happier in your life. After your first date had gone so horribly you and Chan planned your second one and it went much smoother. Turns out the fancy restaurant Sarah chose was a little out of both of your element and maybe not the best choice for a first date. New person plus strange environment equals awkward, and awkward it was. You remembered absolutely hating sitting at that table a year ago, sitting across from Chan who was practically brain dead, he was so shy. Now looking back, you didn’t know how you didn’t realize it was his nerves, the quick glances between you and the menu, chugging his first drink. At the moment you were too close to the picture to see what was really going on. Hindsight is twenty twenty was a saying for a reason, you thought as you sipped the glass of red wine you had ordered while you waited.

The second date you went on was exponentially better. You went walking around a record shop and then an old bookstore. You found this little dive of a diner and ordered burgers, fries and milkshakes. You talked about the albums and books you had both just purchased. You had never seen someone smile so brightly, his dimples, the way his eyes scrunched up. You thought you could listen to him talk about his favorite things forever. You loved the way he got so animated, moving his hands, making faces, and he was funny. You didn’t think you had ever laughed so much, you laughed so hard you ran out of breath and got a cramp in your side at one point.

When Chan took you home that night, he walked you up to your condo. He leaned in and kissed you goodnight and went to pull away, but you weren’t done yet. His lips were so warm and pillowy, you wanted to be buried in them for as long as possible. You grabbed his jacket and kept him pulled close. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in, squeezing your soft body and you put your arms around his shoulders, playing with the curls at his nape while his tongue explored your mouth. After you made out in front of your door for a little while. You and Chan finally went to part ways, both of you flushed and grinning like crazy. Chan bit his lip and smiled as he waved and walked backwards away.

“Goodnight y/n.” You played with the keys in your hand and took a deep breath, smiling at Chan.

“Goodnight Chan.” After a couple more dates that went particularly well, that was all she wrote. You were inseparable. If you weren’t at work or some other pressing engagement, you would be hanging out with your friends and Chan. Most of your friends were mutual but the few of his that weren’t took you in almost immediately.

The first time you met them you were nervous. How would Chan act around them, would he be less affectionate with you, would he be embarrassed? He was taller than you by a couple inches, but you were definitely bigger than him. What if one of his friends thought you weren’t good enough for him, what if one of them said it?

Chan could tell you were nervous; he held your hand as you walked into the party you were meeting his friends at. As soon as you were introduced to them all of your fears of their scrutiny and disapproval disappeared. They were so welcoming and funny, especially when they would gang up on Chan and tell you embarrassing stories from college and high school. He would groan and blush and hide his face. You were going to get another drink and Chan’s friend Felix jumped up offering to come, saying he needed a refill too. Chan narrowed his eyes at him and mimed zipping his lip. Felix just rolled his eyes shaking his head and followed you to find the kitchen. You did in fact find the kitchen and you were pouring drinks for you and Felix when he leaned a little closer so he was sure you could hear him over the music.

“Ya know, I’ve never seen him so happy?” You bit your lip and quickly turned to look Felix in his eyes, to see if he was just trying to be nice or if he really meant what he said.

“Really?” Felix nodded and leaned in again.

“Yea definitely, he hasn’t been able to stop grinning like an idiot. I mean he’s always been an idiot but the grinning like one part, that’s pretty new.” You laughed and slapped Felix lightly. His huge smile appeared as he laughed, scrunching up his freckled nose.

“No, but really y/n. I have never seen him so...” You held your breath. So what?

“Whole. You seem to make him whole y/n, you give him purpose.” Your heart swelled and you thought you might cry. You hugged Felix and he squeezed you back tightly.

“Don’t cry because if you do, I am for sure.” He whispered in your ear, and you laughed. Chan walked into the kitchen and saw you and Felix hugging. He shook his head walking over to the two of you. He playfully smacked Felix on the shoulder.

“Jeeze I let you two walk away for one second and you’re trying to steal my girl.” Felix turned and cocked his eyebrow at Chan.

“What do you mean trying? You see me hugging her.” Felix winked at you and gave Chan that megawatt sunshine smile then they both busted out laughing. Felix took his drink and went to get back to the rest of their friends leaving you and Chan in the kitchen. Once it was just the two of you, you quickly put down your cup, wrapped your arms around Chan’s broad shoulders and kissed him passionately. He braced himself against you and pulled you close, squeezing your full hips. When you pulled away Chan had a silly smile on his face and his ears were red.

“What was that for?” You shrugged a little.

“For making me happy.” Chan closed his eyes, cupped your face, and rubbed his nose against yours before pressing his full lips against yours again.

“You make me happy too y/n. So happy.” That night was the first night you and Chan made love. Oh you had fucked before that, you had fucked Chan on your very first date, on a swing no less, but this was the first time you made love. Bodies pressed together tightly, slow and deep, soft kisses and sweet praise, breathing each other in. When you came that night it was like your whole body buzzed, you felt it everywhere, all over, your body practically vibrated with Chan’s on top of you, pressed into you, kissing you over and over, telling you he loves you, would do anything for you. You thought your heart couldn’t be fuller than it was in that moment.

Everything with Chan was just so easy. Even the hardest days were bearable. Chan had this thing he liked to tell you when you were overwhelmed or upset. He would say that ‘a life full of ups would never be fulfilling because you would never know how great the good parts are if you didn’t know how hard it could be too’. It always seemed to help put things into perspective for you. If you seemed down he would tell you every chance he had how beautiful you were. You were. He thought you had the most beautiful eyes and every time he looked at your lips, he wanted to kiss them. He loved your soft body too, your curves, his hands were always on you, touch clearly being one of Chan’s love languages. Whether it was twirling a piece of your hair while you both laid together on the couch reading, or a hand at the small of your back while you waited in queue at the movie theater, Chan’s hands were gentle.

Then there were times his touch would be scorching. Like when he ran his hands up and down your plush body after going down on you, making you cum multiple times on his tongue or when he gripped your hips as he thrusted into you from behind, slapping your full ass before fucking you harder. Your sex life was white hot. You would think after a little while you both would calm down a little but no. You were insatiable for each other. Just thinking about his firm torso and gripping his nice ass as he slammed into you had you squeezing your legs together under the table. You spent most nights together alternating between your place and Chan’s, but you hadn’t taken that last step of moving in together yet. Neither of you were in a hurry, you saw each other all the time anyway so it wasn’t imperative for it to happen. You’d move in together when you moved in, there was no right or wrong time as long as you both were happy.

You were pulled from your reverie when you saw Chan rushing into the restaurant, it was like a replay of the first night you’d met all over again. Him in another black suit, hurrying to the hostess station before walking to your table with an apologetic and nervous smile on his face.

“Well, some things never change. I was beginning to wonder if you were really standing me up this time.” You poked fun at Chan as he leaned over and kissed you, he seemed tense.

“I’m so sorry baby girl I...” You put your hand up, shaking your head. You didn’t want him upset thinking you were mad. You knew why he was late; he didn’t need to make excuses with you. He was always late for the same reason. He had a habit of getting wrapped up in his work and completely losing track of time or anything that was outside of the task he was zeroed in on. You had never let it upset you, he was passionate about his job. Not everyone gets to have a job they love as much as he does.

“It’s fine Channie, really. It hasn’t been too long.” He gave you a face that screamed ‘yeah right’ but nodded giving you a half smile, relieved that at least you weren’t upset with him. When the waiter came over Chan ordered a drink, and you got another glass of wine while you started talking about your day. Well, you were talking about yours, Chan seemed a bit quiet, a little distracted. You both ordered dinner and you ordered more than a salad this time. You could see why Chan had eaten his dish like he had on your first date. It was delicious! When the meal was done the waiter walked over with probably the most decadent looking piece of chocolate cake you had ever seen. It had two little sparklers lit on the top and written in chocolate syrup on the plate said Happy Anniversary Chan & y/n.

“Channie, you didn’t... you’re so sweet.” The sparklers burnt out and you leaned over to give him a kiss. You pressed your lips against his softly and you could tell something was actually wrong with him. That little spark that was usually in him seemed to have burned out like the ones in the dessert on your table. He was upset about something, but you didn’t want to be pushy if he wasn’t ready to talk. He would come to you about it when he was ready.

Chan had really hoped you didn’t notice how upset he was. He was trying to put on a happy face, but it was hard. He just wanted to get through dinner, get through the night. It was your first anniversary for fucks sake, he couldn’t tell you tonight. You both ate the rich chocolate dessert and drank the complimentary champagne. At one point, when you were talking about some silly video you had seen, Chan looked like he was a million miles away.

“Chan? Did you hear me?” He blinked quickly and nodded.

“Yea baby girl, I’m listening, sorry continue.” You shook your head.

“Why don’t we get out of here baby? Do you want to go to yours or mine tonight?” Chan suddenly remembered the rest of his plans for the evening.

“Oh uh, neither I got us a hotel room for the night.” Your smile grew and it made Chan feel warm inside.

“Really?!” Channie, you’re such a hopeless romantic. I could just kiss your face off right now!” He let out a little laugh. He wanted nothing more than for you to be happy tonight. Tomorrow... tomorrow, Chan thought wearily. Chan paid for dinner, and you left for the hotel. When you got there and checked in Chan led you up to the room he had reserved over a month ago when he had been so excited for this night. When you walked in it was gorgeous. Very modern, sleek and simple, varying shades of white, black, and grey with chrome accents.

“Oh my god! Chan! Look at this place! What the hell man?!” You ran over, jumped and fell back on the big fluffy bed laughing. Chan wanted to laugh with you, he wanted to be able to enjoy this like you did. Oblivious to what was coming. The choices that had to be made. The choice he wanted to make. When you sat up giggling you saw Chan standing there stoically. You weren’t used to seeing him like that, so serious. He was usually a fairly goofy, happy go lucky guy. He had seemed upset all night and you were trying to be patient and let him come to you about it, but he wasn’t saying anything, and you wanted him to enjoy this night as much as you did. Maybe if he just talked about it, he’d be able to. You walked over and grabbed Chan’s big hands and pulled him over to sit next to you on the bed. He followed with heavy steps.

“What’s wrong Chan?” You asked as you both sat down. He shook his head. Not tonight. He wasn’t doing this tonight.

“Nothing baby girl everything is fine.” The look on his face told you that everything was not fine. He was a terrible liar at the best of times but tonight there was no way to mask how upset he really was.

“Christopher Bang do not lie to me. I can tell something is bothering you. I’ve waited for you to let out all evening, so just tell me what’s going on. I’m sure you’ll feel better.” He shook his head again.

“No, I won’t, and you won’t either and I’m not ruining this night. Not on our anniversary.” Chan was getting more upset. You tilted your head confused.

“You could never ruin tonight Chan. Tell me what’s wrong, it’s okay baby.” You ran your hand down his cheek. He sighed heavily and took your hand in his. He turned it over and looked down at your palm as if he were memorizing it, or perhaps looking into your future. He gently ran his thumb over the pulse point on your wrist, unable to look you in the eye knowing what he had to tell you.

“I got a promotion at work today. It’s actually the position I dreamed of getting when I started at the company,” Your eyes went wide and you smiled brightly, squeezing his hand and pulling it towards your heart.

“Chan that’s great news! Why on earth are you upset?” He chewed at his lips as he pulled your hand back down into his lap and played with your fingers, an absent-minded habit he had developed.

“If I accept the position the first project I’d be in charge of would be opening and organizing the new Sydney office for our company. I would have to move to Australia for two years, once everything is running smoothly, I would be able to move back home.” Tears were welling up in Chan’s eyes at the idea of being away from you for any amount of time. You were in shock; you were not expecting that.

“Oh.” Your bottom lip started to quiver, and Chan’s hand quickly came up to rub your cheek, comforting you.

“I’m not accepting the position baby girl. I... I can’t be away from you for two years, I...” His tears started spilling over. You sat up straight and cut him off.

“There’s no way I’m letting you turn down your dream job because of me!” Chan’s brows furrowed and he shook his head, refusing what you were saying.

“It’s not because of you it’s because of relocating!” You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“If we weren’t together and you were offered this position, relocation and all, would you take it?” Chan’s head continued shaking, he closed his eyes.

“No no no, that’s not fair because we are together, so what does it matter what I would do if we weren’t?” You stood up and started pacing as you ran your fingers through your hair frustrated.

“You’ve been with me a year Chan and it has been the best of my life but this is a dream you’ve had for what; at least four or five years? I know how dedicated to your job you are Chan. I’ve apologized to countless people about your tardiness due to that dedication and I’m not letting you give up all that hard work for me!” Your own eyes were filled with tears now.

“So what I’m just supposed to give up on us instead!? You just want to let us go?! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for us?!! To find this!!” Chan motioned between the two of you. His voice got louder the more upset he got. You sat on the bed next to him again, tears started to trail down your face.

“We’ll... We’ll make it work. We can do video calls and I can come vis-” Chan shook his head.

“I can’t ask you to wait two years for me back here y/n. That’s not fair to y-” You cut him off this time.

“No! Losing you completely when we are so happy is what is not fair Chan.” You laid down burying your face in your arms and you started crying, sobbing. Chan’s mind was racing a mile a minute. He wanted to comfort you, he wanted to ease your mind about all of this, his mind and he wanted a choice that kept the two of you together more than anything. Then it hit him. When the idea came into his mind, he thought he was an idiot for not thinking of it sooner. As soon as it popped into his head, he said it out loud.

“Go with me.” You lifted your head and sat up sniffling, tears still streaking down your cheeks. You weren’t sure he was really asking what you thought he was asking.

“What?” Chan scooted closer to you on the bed, the most determined look on his face you had ever seen.

“Go with me. I’ll say yes to the promotion, and you come with me to Sydney. We’ll move in together. We practically live together already anyway. You can meet my family and see where I grew up.” You looked shell shocked. You blinked and gathered your thoughts back up.

“You’re serious?” Chan shook his head.

“As a fucking heart attack baby girl. When I planned this whole night out, I was going to ask you to move in with me anyway. Now it would be hundreds of miles away instead of my shitty apartment but...” You laughed.

“I like your place.” He laughed too and shook his head.

“What about my work? Our friends?” Chan rubbed circles on your back reassuringly.

“Well, if you want to stay with your company, we could look into you transferring or you could always look for a new position in Sydney if you want a change. Our friends will love and support us, they’ll always be our friends whether we’re five miles or five thousand miles away.” You smiled ear to ear, the tears in your eyes now the sparkly, happy kind.

“Sydney... together.” You said and Chan nodded, his smile was so big both his dimples appeared prominently.

“Together baby girl. I love you so much.” You wrapped your arms around Chan’s shoulders and kissed him.

“I love you too Chan.” He held your face in both hands as he kissed you over and over, each becoming more heated until teeth, lips, and tongues were all fighting for dominance. You crawled onto Chan’s lap, a thick thigh on each side of his legs. You sat down and started rolling your hips against his crotch. Chan lifted the skirt of your dress, and his hands gripped your full ass. Pushing you down to grind on him harder.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” You pressed against the erection straining his pants, your breaths coming out faster as you worked yourself over him.

“Chan... I... fuck... I love you.” You were both kissing, pawing, grinding against each other. It was messy, almost frantic, as if the other may evaporate if your touches and kisses ceased. You pulled at each other's clothes clumsily until you got frustrated and sat back on Chan’s legs, gripped the collar of his shirt and ripped the buttons open exposing his firm chest and torso. He never failed to make your mouth water.

“God damn baby girl!” You pushed Chan’s shirt off and started kissing his neck and shoulder, grazing your teeth across as you continued to ride him. Suddenly Chan rolled and you were pinned underneath him laughing.

“You’re feisty tonight baby girl but don’t forget who’s in charge here.” You could feel how wet your panties were getting. You loved it when Chan man handled you in bed, he wasn’t scared to get a little rough, throw you around a bit. He was certainly strong enough to and you knew how to get him going. You wrestled against him but it was no use, he was far stronger. He had your arms pinned and you were trapped under him. You gave him those sweet doe eyes of yours and smiled.

“Channie, baby...” You cooed and leaned in like you were going to start kissing down his neck again. Instead, you bit and then sucked a mark onto Chan’s neck, low enough that a collared shirt would still easily cover it but dark enough he’d have to wear one for a couple days.

“Fuck, mmmm, I’ll get you for that one when you least suspect it!” Chan laughed aquiesing, sliding the straps of your dress down and pulling it off you. When he had the garment discarded it revealed the black lace lingerie you had worn especially for the occasion. He sat back on his knees, his legs now straddling you. Chan bit his fist and closed his eyes trying to get a hold of himself. His dick had never been so hard in his life, he was certain of it. There you laid underneath him in a matching black lace bra, garter belt and panties. Stockings that stopped just before covering the tops of your thick thighs. Chan lost it.

“Oh my god, you are fucking incredible!” his lips attacked your neck and chest, licking, kissing, biting, marking you. Groping you over the sheer lace that did nothing to actually cover you but was effective in its intended purpose, which was driving Chan wild. He pulled down the cups of the lacy bra and started to squeeze and then suck on your breasts, gliding his tongue over one nipple before giving the other a similar treatment. You threaded your fingers through Chan's curls as he migrated further down your body, kissing and licking a fiery trail in the process. He bit at your garter belt and pulled at it with his teeth before continuing his way down your body. When his mouth stopped just over your lace covered mount you started to squirm. You could feel his warm breath as he hovered over your cunt. You started to whine.

“Channie please...” He smirked up at you.

“Please what baby girl?” You blushed because you knew what he wanted to hear, you propped yourself up on your elbows.

“Please baby, lick me, here.” You ran one hand down your body, slid your fingers into your cunt and Chan’s eyes darkened. He grabbed your hand pulling it out of your lacy panties and stuck your fingers in his mouth, sucking your juices off, humming contently.

“Mmmm you taste so good...” Chan wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer, burying his face in your clothed pussy.

“You smell good too beautiful and you asked so nicely. How could I possibly say no.” Chan pushed your panties to the side and drug his tongue through your folds.

“Oh, oh, fuck!” He lifted his head for a second and grinned at you before spreading your labia, pressing his soft lips against your cunt, and sucking your clit. The moan that came out of you went straight to Chan’s dick. He focused, gently licking and then sucking on your clit and then added two fingers, pushing them inside you.

“Fuck baby girl you’re always so tight, gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock.” You moaned when Chan went back to slowly devouring you, pumping his fingers inside you. He started humming and groaning against your pussy as he pumped his fingers into you harder hitting the spot that made your body buzz. You gripped his hair tightly and pushed his face into your cunt more.

“FUCKFuckfuck RRRIGHT THERE rrright there! Yes, Chan fucking lick me baby...FUCK... eat me good Channie! You’re gonna make me cum, fingers feel so fucking good inside me!” Chan doubled his efforts and soon had you sailing into the abyss. You came on his tongue as you rubbed yourself against his face.

“I’m coming, oh... OH! Oh my god Chan, fuck, I-I'm coming!” Chan was practically a maniac, licking, sucking, drinking in every bit of you that he could as he finger fucked you hard through your orgasm. When Chan removed his mouth from your sex he sat back on his knees between your legs, grabbed your panties and ripped them exposing your cunt to him unobstructed. You gasped out surprised.

“CHAN!” He smirked at you and then gripped your bra partially tearing it making sure your breasts were free and easily accessible to him.

“I told you baby girl... when you least expected it.” You laughed; Chan loved making you laugh even when you were fucking. Right now, his cock twitched seeing you laying there giggling in that torn up lace. Chan wasted no more time. He grabbed your soft hips and pulled you close, lined up his cock, coated it in your cum and pushed inside you fully. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder immediately.

“FUCK! God damn so tight beautiful.” Chan grabbed a hold of your garter belt and pumped into you harder and faster.

“So big Channie, you fill me up so good baby, harder, fuck me harder!” Chan gave you a sly smile.

“Say please?” You narrowed your eyes at him and smiled back, two could play this game. You gave Chan your biggest, sweetest fuck me eyes and whined.

“Please, harder daddy!” Chan involuntarily moaned when you said that unable to hide how much he loved it when you called him that. He dug his fingers into your squishy hips tight and started fucking you hard just like you asked.

“Does daddy’s good girl wanna get fucked hard? Treat you like a queen but fuck you like a whore? MY whore? Is that how you like it baby girl? Are you gonna cum for daddy?” He kept up his punishing pace and it was your turn to moan out uncontrollably.

“Fuck yes yes yes! I’m gonna cum daddy please please make me cum!” Chan started rubbing your clit with his thumb as he continued to fuck your hard and deep. He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Let go baby girl, cum for me, cum for daddy.” You saw stars, the whole galaxy behind your eyes as you came on Chan’s cock, coating him in your juices as you screamed his name.

“CHAN! FUCK!” You laid there somewhere between limp and stiff as Chan fucked you, prolonging your orgasm, letting you ride the wave of ecstasy you were feeling for as long as possible. When you started panting trying to catch your breath Chan slowed down a bit, grabbing both your breasts and squeezing as he slowly slid his cock in and out of your creamy pussy.

“You gonna let me cum all over this pretty lace baby girl? Fuck! Wanna paint that sexy body.” You nodded and when your head was on straight again, you started begging Chan to cum for you.

“Please baby cum for me, cover me baby, cum all over my pussy, wanna feel it, so warm, Channie please cum for me!” Chan gripped your garter belt again, fucked you harder and you started to cum again.

“Fuck fuck fuck Channie baby FUUUUUCK!” Your walls squeezed and fluttered around Chan’s cock. Your sudden orgasm pushed him over the edge, and he started to cum inside you.

“I’m coming baby girl oh fuck yes, fuck!” He pulled out and stroked himself over you letting the rest of his load coat your belly and garter belt, your torn panties and your mound, as a little started to drip out of your hole.

“That’s my beautiful girl, fuck you look so good covered in my cum.” Chan rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slit making both of you shudder and twitch from the overstimulation. Chan started getting hard again just looking at you laid out like that. Your plush body flushed, breathless, your big breasts rising and falling quickly. Fucked out in torn up lingerie, running your fingers through Chan’s cum on your soft belly and licking it off.

“Let’s go clean up baby. I wanna rip the rest of this off you. Then maybe I can wash you up real good with that massaging shower head they have.” He pressed a soft kiss to your neck and then his lips were against the shell of your ear.

“Maybe bend you over that marble bench in the shower and give you my cock again, unload all over that thick ass this time.” Your pussy clenched and more of Chan’s cum came dripping out. Chan stood up and started walking backwards towards the bathroom, his firm body and his hard cock both proudly on display for you as he beckoned you to follow.

Chan made you cum twice on the shower head and two more times on his cock before he was satisfied. He came all over your backside and rubbed it all over your ass as he rutted against you. After, you both quickly washed up to get to bed. You were absolutely exhausted by the marathon of fucking you had just had. You curled up under the big soft duvet resting your head in the crook of Chan’s arm that was wrapped around you. He kissed the top of your head then you both settled in and melted together as you fell asleep.

You were leaning over a very round belly planting your new flowers in the little garden in front of your house while Chan and your son were kicking a soccer ball around the yard together. It was the perfect day to be outside as a family and even though you were due any day and you were supposed to be taking it easy, you had to get these flowers done before this little girl made her entrance into the world. You weren’t doing anything too crazy just sitting and digging in the dirt a little you should be fi- you felt a contraction which wasn’t surprising necessarily, but it was a strong one and then suddenly your sun dress was wet.

“Uhhh... Chan?” Him and your son turned towards your voice and when Chan saw the look on your face and the wet dress, he knew.

“CJ it’s baby time little guy. Go grab mommy’s bag and put it in the car while I help her up, okay?” The little boy who had just turned six that year nodded and ran into the house. Chan hurried over to you and you felt another contraction, this one hurt.

“FFfffuck.” You gritted quietly through your teeth squeezing Chan’s hand. You didn’t want to alarm your son and you tried to not swear like that in front of him if you could help it. Chan held your hand and rubbed your lower back as you did your breathing through the contraction. When it ended you looked up at Chan with tears in your eyes.

“I know we’ve done this before, but it seems like it was so long ago now. I’m scared Chan.” He smoothed your hair back away from your face and softly kissed your lips.

“Look at me, okay? CJ is getting your bag, we’re gonna get you to the hospital and everything is going to be fine, okay? How do we get through things? Hmm? Like CJ’s birth, the cancer scare with your mom, like Australia?” You sniffled and wiped your tears as you calmed down.

“Together.” Chan nodded and smiled, kissing your lips softly again.

“Together.”

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Smoke

Genre: angst, fluff, hurt comfort???

Group/member: Stray kids Changbin

Summary: Changbin found out an old habit returned, breaking a promise you had sworn to keep.

Warnings: mentions of neglect/abuse, mentions of drugs, let me know if there’s anything else

Note: this was finished and partly proofread at like 3 am so if it has some problems we are gonna pretend it doesn’t lol

The headline stared back at you. You’d hoped you’d never see it. “Man released early on good behavior.” You scoffed, you wondered who he had to sleep with to make that happen. Your parents were two of a kind, truly, both addicts, one physically abusive, the other too damn high to tell the bruises he left on your skin weren’t birth marks. You’d left the second you had enough of an income to justify it. Over the years your mom had made attempts at getting sober, if that’s what you could call it, only to call you asking to meet up and make amends as reason yo butter you up for money. She always defended your father, saying she didn’t remember him hitting you and that you had an overactive imagination. She could tell that to the scars you still had. And she could kiss your ass while she was at it.

Your father had been arrested a few years ago for drug charges and assault. Of course god forbid they arrest him for child abuse when you spoke up once to a teacher. You learned fast to take care of yourself and trust no one.

So the fact that Changbin had weasled his way into your life, that still left you confused as hell. You didn’t even realize it had happened until he was halfway moved in. The two of you just worked, regardless of the fact that you were from two different lifestyles and backgrounds, it just worked. Somehow he took a hyper independent girl with enough baggage to fill an airplane and take over a space so big in her heart that if he had left, she wasn’t sure she would have a heart at all.

You barely heard the front door of your apartment click open,your head spinning, ‘Right on time.’ You thought as you rose form your bed.

“I’m home!” Changbin sang from the living room, you rounded the corner and watched as his smile took over his face. You smiled back, for moment you could feel the weeks traumas and pains pause.

“How was work?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into him.

“I don’t think i have enough words to describe it. Hard but productive and rewarding.” He chuckled.

“So the usual?”

“Pretty much, how was your day?” He placed a kiss on your forehead and then another on your mouth. His brow furrowed.

“Boring, I’m about-“

“Have you been smoking?” He cut you off. He kissed you again and you knew you were screwed. Of course you forgot to brush your teeth or hell, chew gum or something to mask it. He pulled away from you slightly, his eyes mixed with so many emotions you couldn’t get a read on what he felt but you knew he was not thrilled. You looked away from him nervously, biting your lip. You couldn’t lie to him but confessing was almost worse.

“Don’t lie to me. You promised this wasn’t happening again.” He stated. You could feel his fingers dig slightly into your hips as he awaited your response.

“It was just one cigarette, babe, it’s not a big deal.” You managed pathetically. He’s right, you did promise. But when shit curb stomps you sometimes you cope how you can.

“Not a big deal?!” His voice seemed to echo through the apartment, “Y/n you know damn well it is. Your doctor made it painfully clear how much of a risk it is for you to smoke anything and yet you apparently didn’t fuckin care. You are so lucky it didn’t trigger you.”

He pulled away and rested his head in his hands lightly, his palms rubbing his eyes as it processed.

“Well it didn’t trigger me.” You said bluntly. You knew how he felt on this but what would he know? He’s never had to handle the plate you have. He would be smoking too if the roles were reversed. “I just wanted to take the edge off, just lay off ok?”

He whirled around to you, “Lay off?? Last time you had an asthma attack that put you on a ventilator, and you want me to fucking lay off?!” His voice boomed now. You flinched as it hit your ears. Thinking back you aren’t sure you had ever seen him this angry, not at you at least. You felt your blood run cold at his volume, but your heart pounded and your brain did flips trying form a coherent response.. The two of you never fought like this, hearing his tone stung hard. You knew it wasn’t from the same place, you knew he wasn’t the others, he wasn’t your parents, they wouldn’t even come close to him..

“You aren’t obligated to care, Changbin. Things change, shit happens and god forbid i smoke one cigarette to process the shit show that is my life. Have you considered that the asthma isn’t the worst thing to have happened to me.”

“Have you considered that this isn’t just about you? You aren’t the only one being affected by your actions. There’s no obligation to care, I will whether you like it or not.” You knew he was right, every inch of you did but tell that to your fight or flight. Arguements set you off, years of abuse had changed the function of your brain and he knew this, and so the words he said didn’t matter when all you could think was ‘How fast can I put this wall up and run?’

You checked your watch, “you know what? I don’t have time for this. I have to go to work.” You said. He stopped when he saw your eyes. Even if your tone was frozen solid and your face unwavering your eyes had a fear he hadn’t seen before. He watched as you grabbed your keys and your bag and went fkr the door.

“Y/n wait,” he followed, his tone softer, “let me drive you.”

“Why, so you can smell the smoke on me more? I think I’ll just walk. Or will that trigger me too?” You internally punched yourself. You hadn’t spit venom like this to him. You slammed the door behind you, not pausing to look at him because you knew what you said was against everything you worked for as a couple. You had worked so hard to learn to communicate better, he helped you understand him and gave you the words you needed to advocate for yourself when you felt trapped.

But now? You knew you crossed a line. You fucked up. He was right and you knew it, how selfish could you have been to have risked your health instead of just telling him these things. Honestly you forgot you even smoked it. Your brain was so clouded that your body worked on auto pilot. Your mother had always come to find you when her parole was up. What was stopping your father?

But Changbin didn’t know that. How could he? It was your job to communicate these things and instead you put yourself at risk and snapped. Last time you smoked you almost died and he had to care for you. You knew how terrified he had been, so why was that not taken into consideration when you put the cigarette to your lips?

You shook as you walked. He had standards for his relationships, he always said he knew when to leave and when something stopped serving him. Any sane person would leave you now too.

Surprisingly you weren’t that late to work. Thankfully your coworkers seemed to know you weren’t in the mood to talk so they didn’t pry despite your entire demeanor being off. You worked harder today than you probably ever had. Once you had kicked smoking, pouring yourself into your work was your coping mechanism of choice whenever shit hit the fan. You weren’t a bad worker on good days by any means, but today your boss told you more than once that you had exceeded any expectations they could have set. On a good day this would have thrilled you but today it fell on deaf ears and a numb heart.

It went fast though. Your shift came and went, you clocked out and as you stepped out under the front awning you cursed under your breath. It was pouring rain. You didn’t think to grab an umbrella in your haste, Changbin always picked you up from work unless he had something come up but he would always arrange a ride. He never let you walk home, especially not in the rain and especially not at night. But why would he come now? With the way you spoke to him, you half expected him to have packed and left. After all, everyone else you had been with had done so, even if you weren’t the one yelling in the first place. Sometimes, when some had stayed, you wish they left instead.

Tears stung your eyes, god you had fucked up. Finally you had someone who poured into you without expecting anything. Someone who listened and was gentle and cared. For a good while you felt like you were being pranked, because really, your track record of shit stains is short but brutal. Most didn’t get physical but they didn’t have too. It’s like half were personally trained to scar you in the most effective way. But changbin took those scars and turned them into little strokes of art. He healed parts you hadn’t realized were broken and filled spots you didn’t know where empty. Sure, th two of you had argued before, every couple has, but early on he made it clear what he expected in a disagreement and what you should expect of him. He didn’t yell, which if you knew Changbin, his normal volume was set to “annoy the hard of hearing” but the second the tone was serious, he handled it softly. He expressed how he felt, he listened to you and repeated it back to make sure he understood right. He taught you how to communicate with respect. Through him your fight or flight turned off for the first time, well, ever.

You knew he was different. But he had his limits too. And he deserved far better than what you had to offer. He shouldn’t be with someone who makes him worry like this. Who puts themselves at risk for serious medical emergencies just because they lack self control and healthy coping. And he certainly doesn’t deserve to be treated how he was.

So when your eyes met his across the parking lot you froze. He stood there leaning against his black car, an umbrella in hand. He smiled softly and jogged lightly over to meet you.

“You came?” You said, your voice mixed with surprise, confusion and relief. His brow furrowed slightly at your question, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Y/n of course I came, i always do. You think I’d let you walk home when it’s raining enough to swim in?” He chucked lightly. His eyes scanned over your face. You could see the tiredness in his eyes and the stress written in his features.

“But after everything I said to you, after how i treated you … why did you stay?” Your eyes avoided his, you knew you wouldn’t last if you looked at him.

“Why did I stay?! Babe did you think I was going to leave just because you yelled at me?” He asked, rubbing circles into your jacket. He sighed deeply, “I know you well enough to know that there’s something else going on I don’t know about. Or I didn’t at least. I found the article on the bed when I went to change.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. You forgot to hide it before you left. Changbin knew your past, but you still hated when he saw it. It was messy and ugly and hard to deal with and embarrassing as hell.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, why was he the one apologizing, “I know how hard that must have hit you. It’s no wonder you cracked.” His hand cupped your cheek and you leaned in involuntarily.

“Anyone in their right mind would have left me by now.” You blurted, hot tears escaped your eyes that fixated anywhere but him.

“Hey look at me,” he said softly, his hand guiding your jaw gently. His eyes were soft and warm, a deep furrow n his brow that you knew he did when you were particularly upset at something and he couldn’t beat the shit out of it. “Let me make this clear, even if i hadn’t found the article, I’d have stayed. Even if your dad showed up again and pissed on my clothes I’d have stayed. Even if you chain smoked an entire pack and wound up in the hospital, I’d have glued myself to you and then handed your ass to you on a platter when you got better, but I’d have stayed. Your baggage doesn’t scare me Y/n, neither does your temper or trauma responses. Losing you does. The second i tasted that smoke I felt like i was back in the hospital with the nurses trying to gently tell me that the combo of the asthma attack you had and the residue smoke in your lungs sent them in to overdrive and now you weren’t breathe on your own.” His thumb wiped a tear from your cheek, his own eyes threatening to break. “My biggest fear is losing you. It’s sounds so cliche but i was starting to pick where your grave plot would be and how to reserve two so I’d be with you. I’m in this with you more than I’ll ever be able to tell you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and cried softly and he rested his against yours. “Do you believe me?”

You nodded softly, “I am so sorry I yelled at you. And for saying what I said. I should have just told you when i found out. And i know better than to smoke, i just had found a pack with two left at the wrong moment and caved. I had no idea what else to, it felt so overwhelming to even think of his being out. My head was spinning, but that doesn’t mean i Can treat you like my dad would when he got bad news.”

“You aren’t your father, baby, never have you ever shown him in you. It’s a miracle someone like you can come from those two. I should have asked what brought you to that point before jumping to conclusions and yelling first. I know you wouldn’t have done it normally. I’m sorry too.” You placed a few quick kisses onto his lips and wrapped your arms around him, causing him to lace his free arm around the small of your back and pull you to him.

“I will never be able to show you how incredible you are, but I’ll die trying Changbin.” You smiled, even in the dark you could see his cheeks turn pink. “I love you an ungodly amount.”

“I love you too.” He kissed you, “i understand if you aren’t ready to talk about this yet, and I’ll understand with anything like this, but always find me and lean on me. You are safe with me ok?”

“Ok.” You chuckled, “Let’s go home?”

“Let’s go home,”

#y’all know something #I’m proud of this one

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