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Hiii can you please write a fsnfic where your jeongin gf and skz walk in the dorm while hr both being intimate pleaseee❤️💓💗💖luv ur writing btw xoxo

Ahhhh I'm glad you like my writing tysm <3

Just One Kiss...

Jeongin x female!reader

Warnings: kissing (that's it?), fluff at the end

Word Count: 1k

Author's Note: I hope this fits the request well haha. Please let me know if there's any missed warnings or mistakes.

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"Come on, please," Jeongin pleaded.

"Innie, no, it's too risky," you sighed for the nth time. The other members had left to go the convenience store about a half hour ago and Jeongin had suddenly become needy. He'd been asking you for 'a quick kiss' for the past ten minutes but you knew him too well. It was never 'just a kiss' with him, it'd turn heated if it lasted even a second too long.

"Pleaseee," his pout grew stronger and your resolve began to crumble. You cleared your throat, shifting in your position on the couch when you noticed him leaning closer, his warm breath on your neck sending goosebumps across your skin.

"Jeongin. T-They'll be back soon, we could get caught—"

"Caught doing what? I was just asking for a kiss." Though you refused to look at him, you could tell he had a cocky smirk plastered across his face. You felt him shift next to you, his hands slowly slithering their way to your thighs. "Come on, love. Get your head out of the gutter."

"I— but you were…" Your breath caught in your throat when he cupped your cheek, his lips inches from yours, taunting you as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip.

"Just one kiss."

Just like that, you gave in. He closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a slow but determined kiss. Hand still on your thigh, he leaned forward so you were lying on your back, his other arm resting by your head to hold himself up. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip as a soft whimper fell from your mouth when he squeezed your thigh. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, leaving no room to fight back as his tongue dominantly roamed every inch of your mouth. Soft gasps and moans filled the air when his hands began massaging your inner thighs, his fingers teasingly close to where you needed him the most.

Breaking from the kiss, you leaned your forehead against his, softly panting, "It's never one kiss with you…"

A wide, knowing smirk plastered across his face before he leaned back in to capture your lips in a kiss more heated and intense than before. His hands worked at the string of your sweatpants, occasionally slipping his fingertips past the waistband of your underwear. His lips trailed down your neck, finding your sweet spot just below your ear, effortlessly. You whined at his teasing; his hands caressing your hips and thighs, his mouth sucking and nipping at your neck, leaving what you could only assume to be dark marks.

You could feel his smirk grow wider at your neediness. Just seconds ago you were denying him and now you were completely at his mercy.

"Patience, love. I always finish what I start."

A shaky whimper fell from your lips at the implication, your head falling back when he lifted your shirt to plant wet and heat kisses to your stomach. His hands worked their way back down to your sweatpants, teasingly squeezing your waist and hips as he slid his tongue along your hip bone, eliciting a shaky moan from you.

Just when he was about to slide your sweatpants off, the front door swung open, the other members filing into the dorm with bags in hand, their conversations overlapping each other.

Jeongin instantly pulled your shirt back down, hurriedly separating from you. Heat rose in your cheeks when you saw Minho stare at you a second too long, a knowing smirk spreading across his face but saying nothing.

Kicking their shoes offs and hanging up their coats, they made their way back to the couch, seemingly not noticing anything as they were too caught up in whatever they were discussing.

Your heart was pounding through your chest and you did your best to seem 'normal' but when you looked at Jeongin he looked just as flustered as you were. It's quite ridiculous because he initiated everything.

The hairs on the back of your neck rose when Minho sat directly next to you, his arm resting on the head rest just next to your head, a wide smirk splayed across his face.

"Y/n, you're looking a little pale there. Something happen while we were gone?"

Oh how you wanted to smack that ridiculous smirk off of his face.

The other members were now looking at you, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to find the words. Before you could say anything, Felix chimed in, "Yeah, your cheeks are a little red."

"Uh y-yeah, I'm fine. Just a little… warm."

Seungmin squinted his eyes at you, then to Jeongin, then back to you, his eyes widening when it clicked in his brain. He raised his eyebrows at Minho who only stifled a laugh which earned him a smack on the back of his head from you. Jeongin threw a pillow at Seungmin which he dodged by catching it then leaning backwards to use it as a pillow. Jeongin rolled his eyes, throwing his head back on the couch.

"Here, I'll get you some water." Chan said — doing his best to ignore whatever exchange just happened between the four of you — before standing up from his spot on the floor. You were about to protest when Jeongin placed his hand on top of yours, giving a look that said 'just play along'. You slumped back onto the couch, side eyeing Minho.

When Chan came back with a cup of water, you accepted it, taking small sips of it. Everyone fell back into their usual chatter, seemingly forgetting any suspicions they had.

You thought that you were in the clear, but god were you wrong. Just when you were about to relax, you felt someone move a stray piece of hair from one side of your head to the other. You turned to see Minho holding back a laugh, “I wonder what got your hair going astray.”

At those words, Chan’s head popped up, eyes wide like something just clicked in his brain.

God, this was going to be a long night.

Author’s Note: this ending is so bad, i’m so sorry lol. i rlly didn’t know how to end it.

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when the bed gave up on life (maknae line)

ot8 reactions | bf!skz x reader au genre: crack | light smut warnings: language | suggestive content hyung line | ✧ maknae line

han

He had you face down, ass up, back arched perfectly. You’re screaming. He’s moaning. The mattress is fighting for its life. “Fuckfuck-you’re so good,” he gasps, hair sticking to his forehead. He grabs your hips and snaps his hips forward. “You feel like-like-ugh, fuck, baby-” CREAACKK. SNAP. THUD. The entire bottom half of the bed collapses. Your stomach hits the mattress, knees slide off the edge, and Jisung goes down dramatically. Silence. Then: “…BABE?!” You gasp “DID WE JUST-” He flails from behind you. “OH MY GOD I THINK WE BROKE THE FUCKING BED!" "YOU THINK ?!" He scrambles off you, tripping over a pillow "are you okay?! Did I kill your knee?! Did I paralyze you?!" You rub your bruised hip but also you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe. “I think my spine just spoke Latin.” He sighs and sits up dramatically, sheets tangled around his waist looking like a depressed roman emperor. “THIS BED HAS JEALOUSY ENERGY. SHE COULDN’T HANDLE OUR LOVE.” “...I can’t believe we just broke a bed mid sex.” “I can. We were too powerful. It was me. I did that. With dick.” "Please shut up forever" --- You crawl off the wreckage. He flops back down like he’s in mourning. “You good?” you ask “I just need to lie here. Think about what I had. What I lost. What I could’ve finished.” “Babe. We’re naked on a diagonal mattress.” “I’M A CASUALTY OF PASSION”

felix

You’re on top, hips rolling slow, breath warm against his neck. Felix is gripping your waist, voice already wrecked. “Just like that, angel... fuck, you feel so good,” he breathes, lips brushing your collarbone. You moan softly, head spinning, thighs starting to shake. He pants, “You’re making me crazy... keep going, don’t stop-” CREEEAAKK. CRACK. SNAP. The mattress tilts. You both slide—fully connected—into the corner of the bed frame. Felix lets out the most Australian panic gasp of his life “OH-OH MY GOD” “WHAT JUST-” The bed’s gone. It’s gone. The leg’s bent inward like it lost a fight. A screw rolls past your hand like an insult. Felix blinks up at you, still pinned underneath. Wide eyed. Dazed. “…Did we just... break the bed?” You nod slowly, dazed. “Yeah. Yeah we did.” He covers his face with both hands. “I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE ROMANTIC.” You laugh. “We were LITERALLY just grinding. How did we collapse it?!” “I DON’T KNOW BABY, I’M SMALL. I DIDN’T THINK I HAD THAT IN ME.” He sits up carefully, looking around at the wreckage.. Then he immediately cups your face. “Are you okay?? Did I squish you?? Do you need ice?? Or a hug?? Or like… a new mattress??” You’re cry laughing. “Felix your face-” “I THOUGHT I WAS BEING SOFT.” “You were being something.” He buries his face in your chest. “I’m going to cry.” --- Later, you’re lying on the now-floor mattress, still tangled. He looks at you, blushing “Do we… tell the others?” “No. We lie.” Felix sighs. “Okay. But if they find screws, I’m blaming your thighs.” You raise a brow. “My thighs?!” “YES. You were squeezing. You were strong. I was just an innocent man in love.”

seungmin

“You’re moving too much.” “I’m literally on top of you.” “I know. You’re riding me like I owe you rent and this bed was made in 2018.” You roll your eyes and grind harder. Seungmin groans, arms behind his head, jaw clenched. “Shit—okay—fine—do what you want—just don’t blame me when we die.” The mattress creaks. Wobbles. You’re bouncing now, thighs burning, hair clinging to your forehead. Seungmin’s watching you with that look... half-lidded, breathless, deeply unimpressed by how much he's enjoying this. “God you’re insane” he mutters. “You’re gonna send me to church.” “Shut up and tak—” CREEAAKK SNAP. FULL. BED. COLLAPSE. The right side caves in like karma. The mattress slants violently. You fall forward. He slides sideways. He grunts. You shriek. THUD. Silence. Then Seungmin blinks up at the ceiling, deadpan “…Did we just break the bed?” You groan into his chest. “Technically, the bed broke itself...” “Oh my god. Oh my god. I told you!” You roll off of him, breathless and “You’re fine.” “I told you it was weak.” “You were also moaning like I reinvented sex” He points at you, still half-buried in the sheets. “I can multitask.” Later, you’re both lying on the sideways mattress like it’s a sinking ship. Seungmin sips water, glaring at the broken frame. “This is why we can’t have nice things.” You grin. “You mean why you can’t handle this ass.” He snorts. “This ass took us to home depot levels of damage.”

I.N

He’s beneath you, cheeks flushed, biting his lip as he moans under his breath. “Shit you’re gonna make me black out—” You’re riding him like it’s your life’s mission. Hands on his chest, pace unforgiving. “Don’t be dramatic” you pant. “I’m seeing the edge of the universe. That’s not dramatic. That’s spiritual!” You lean back, bouncing harder. He whimpers. “Okay-okay-you’re doing too much-!” “You like it.” “I like living, too.” CREAK. SNAP. CRASH. You drop like a ragdoll. He slides down with you, legs flailing, head smacking the headboard lightly as the bed frame gives the fuck up. You land on top of him in a pile of limbs and sin. He gasps, completely stunned. “…Did you just break the bed?” You blink. “ME?! I was literally doing what you begged for.” “I said slower. Like three times. You were riding like we had a time limit!” You sit up, scandalized. “You were moaning!” “Because I was terrified. You were ruthless. I thought I was being punished!” You shove his shoulder. “You were gripping my hips like handlebars!” He covers his chest dramatically. “I was hanging on for dear life! You were galloping!” --- Ten minutes later, you glance at the crooked frame. “The bed’s dead.” He sighs, stroking your thigh he’s comforting you through your mess. “I mean… it had a good life. But yeah. You finished it off.” “Stop gaslighting me!” He smirks. “I’m just a poor innocent boy. You, on the other hand... thighs of destruction.”

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hush

your boyfriend loves to play with you in bed for hours on end. it’s not your fault you get loud after so much teasing, right?

content info — yang jeongin x afab!reader, 1.4k words, smut, established relationship

content warnings — nsfw, reader has a tummy, no gendered terms but reader has a vagina & boobs

notes — i return from my hiatus bearing this drabble-turned-oneshot as penance. i completely missed kinktober AND kinkmas.... sigh :( oh well, enjoy this lil snippet of dom jeongin!! ^^ smut warnings under the cut

smut warnings — dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, subspace, fingering, overstimulation, ruined orgasm, heavy petname usage sorry.., face slapping, crying, dacryphilia if you squint, a sprinkle of cockwarming, rough sex, praise and the teensiest bit of degradation(?), tummy cumshot, light aftercare (more done offscreen), mm i think that's it!

“a-ah, ‘yennie, ‘s too much,” you sniffle pathetically, pawing weakly at the hand that’s been toying between your legs for the better part of the last two hours. jeongin coos down at you from where he props himself up on an arm near your side, tilting his head as his lips curl into a smile, deep dimples popping out as if to mock your pitiful state. his other hand stays occupied with your silky heat, and just the sight of the veins protruding in his busy forearm as he works you has you soaking the sheets alone.

“it’s too much, baby?” he echoes condescendingly, eyes crinkling into mirthful crescents at the sound of your pussy squelching obscenely when he finally works two fingers inside your pussy with no resistance. you moan loudly at the delicious stretch of his long, dexterous fingers, delighted at finally having something inside after only being rubbed at and rubbed at up until now, and he grunts in response.

“shit… tight little cunt,” he mutters, crooking his fingers just right to prod at that gooey spot deep within. your whole body jolts as if connected to a live wire, and he moans breathily at the sight. “ah, fuck, is it there, baby? that’s what you want?”

you cry out in response, eyes slamming shut as you nod desperately. your hips begin to hump embarrassingly fast against his palm, but you’re so far gone you can’t even consider stopping yourself. jeongin chuckles at the tears welling up in your eyes as you fuck on his hand like a rabbit in heat, eagerly chasing your orgasm as it draws closer and closer.

he surprisingly allows it without complaint; if you had a drop of coherency left in your cotton-filled brain, you'd question his merciful behavior, but you're submerged too deep in the fuzzy headspace you oh so love to even think about anything other than the pleasure he's giving you. you babble out your incoherent thanks and rut impossibly harder against his palm, but just as your stomach begins to contract and the heat in your abdomen roars to an inferno, he pulls away.

you nearly scream aloud in frustration when your clit pulses angrily at the ruined orgasm. “jeongin!" you wail. "please, don’t be c-cruel,” sniffling, you shove your own hand down to swipe needily at your clit, pretty little head swooning with so much pleasure you can't even consider the consequences your desperation may bring. “need you, daddy, please, please please!” you cry out, frame thrashing wildly against the sheets with how sensitive you are now.

your boyfriend grunts and shifts to loom over you, brushing away his dark bangs so he can see how fucked out you are beneath him. he scoffs once, disbelieving at how you're still babbling and even beginning to drool onto his sheets, before he lands a harsh slap to your cheek. "hush, baby," he spits out, palming his flushed cock right over your heaving soft tummy. the hit leaves your skin hot and stinging in its wake, and you gasp. "god, you're so fucking needy, huh?" he drawls, polishing his tip with a sensitive hiss.

you didn't even realize the slap brought fresh tears to your eyes until they start falling right over the delicate spot where you were struck and you whine, clit pulsing with renewed delight at the pain. it finally manages to shut you up and he smirks when you eventually manage to still and fall silent, save for your intermittent sniffles and heavy breathing. he groans and tips his head forward to press an uncoordinated kiss to your lips at the sight of you peering up at him through wet lashes, patiently waiting for whatever he'll dish out next.

"ah, you're so good to me, sweetheart," jeongin murmurs into your mouth before tangling his tongue with yours. you moan against his lips as he sucks filthily on your tongue, and your noises only grow louder when you feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. you break the kiss to pant and stare down at where he pushes in until your head subconsciously falls back against the pillow at the stretch. despite him preparing you with his digits not long ago, it's still a tight fit every time you fuck your boyfriend simply because of his sheer size.

the soaking wet warmth that envelops him must take a toll on him too, especially with how long he's been working the both of you up. jeongin moans at the feeling and his arms begin to shake as he bottoms out. he leans down to lap sloppily at the crook under your jaw while you both catch your breaths. "just warm my cock for a li'l, okay, baby?" he mutters, abs clenching erratically as he does his best to stave off his orgasm. you nod, eager to please and be good, but it doesn't take long before you get squirmy.

who can blame you, though? with his hard cock finally sheathed inside after endless teasing, it's a wonder how you've even held on this long at all. you find yourself writhing again before you know it, fingers threaded into the sheets near your head as you begin to mindlessly beg and tilt your hips up, eager for stimulation. "daddy, please move, plea—"

"sh, shh, angel," he cuts you off, pulling back to loom over you once again. "i know, i know," he croons sweetly when you begin to cry again at the first gentle rolls of his hips. he kisses those salty tears away and begins to thrust harder, rougher, until you're eventually being shifted up the bed with the force and the headboard is rattling against the wall in a steady rhythm.

you don't even register your volume until jeongin is pressing a clammy palm against your mouth to muffle you, still fucking into you like a toy. "shhh, shh," he soothes again, and your eyes roll back when a slight shift of the angle has his tip suddenly pounding into your g-spot. "that's it, sweetheart, just take it. i'll let you come soon, okay? y-you.. fuck," he pants, cock twitching deep inside when you clench hard at his words, "you're so beautiful. milkin' my cock for me, bein' such a good girl, hm?" you whine, eyes slammed shut and brows furrowed in pleasure, and the pornographic moan he lets out at the sight finally tips you over the edge.

"oh, o-oh," jeongin gasps at the way your walls flutter around him, sucking him in deep and demanding his seed. "shit, baby," he grunts, thrusts growing erratic and losing their rhythm as his own orgasm builds impossibly fast. "cream all over my cock like that, and i'll– ah, fuck- cumming cumming—!" he cries; just before you can feel warmth flood your poor, abused pussy, his cock is sliding out of you with an embarrassingly loud noise and he's painting the plush skin below your bellybutton with ropes of white, warm cum.

he jerks and milks himself above you with his eyes pressed shut and mouth wide open as a long, drawn-out groan escapes him. when he's finally spent, he collapses beside you in a sweaty heap with a sated sigh. it's the last thing you see before your eyes drift shut in exhaustion, and when they crack open again he's plastered against your clean stomach, head pillowed happily on a naked boob.

your throat clicks dryly when you try to speak, and he's quick to snap up and fumble with a nearby water bottle, swiftly unscrewing it and pressing it to your lips. when he deems you adequately hydrated, he pulls away and sets it down as you roll your neck around, stretching out your limbs. "hey, sleepyhead. you enjoy your nap?" he grins, returning to his spot amongst your chest. your eyes roll but you give a dopey smile right back, fucked out and soft from the afterglow.

"mhm..." you sigh, tilting his chin up for a kiss. jeongin complies with a happy noise and you pull back before things can get heated again. your poor cunt can't handle another round just yet.

"love you," he murmurs, tucking his face into your neck. you thread your hands through his dark tresses, mussed and a bit smelly from all the activity, but you love it all the same. as his breath begins to peter out into a slower, more even rhythm, your own breath begins to sync as you all but melt into the mattress under his comforting weight. "love you, too," you mutter before slipping off into sleep once more, satisfied, warm, and sated in the arms of the man you love most.

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Sending SKZ a nude while they’re busy

Hyung Line x Reader (separate)

TW: SMUT, sexting, cursing, name calling (baby, doll, babydoll, princess),

yes the nude is kinda visible, i hope yall don’t mind

Bang Chan

Lee Know

Changbin

Hyunjin

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Sending SKZ a nude while they’re busy

Maknae Line x Reader (separate)

TW: SMUT, sexting, threesome in felix’s, name calling (babydoll, darling, puppy, doll, babygrill jokingly), cursing

Han

Felix

Seungmin

I.N

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another year with you — lee minho. established relationship. extreme fluff (0.5k words)

“Dori, you’re gonna wake him up.”

Your whispers mix together with your giggles as Minho stirs in his sleep. There’s a tickle on his nose. Dori’s tail, he assumes.

He simply nuzzles his face deeper into his pillow in response to the commotion, grip tightening around your waist to keep you in place.

It’s one of his first day offs in a while, and he fully intends to spend it in bed all day with you.

“Minho.” You sheered, running a hand through his hair. He habitually leans into your warmth. “Happy Birthday.”

Dori keeps kneading at the pillow he’s using. Soonie and Doongie seem to have joined not long ago, pooling just by your legs.

Minho grumbles, moving his head so he’s facing you. Though, he doesn’t think he could have ever prepare himself for the sight he’s subjected to.

The sunlight pouring through your shared room bathes your face in a beautiful hue, soft smile on your face.

“Hi.” Your voice is still in a whisper, not wanting to startle him out of the small comfort of your bed. You can see the way his eyes start to open wider, blinking away the sleep. Slowly.

“What do you want for your birthday?” You ask. His lips look plump, pressed together as he keeps his eyes on yours.

He has tells when he’s deep in thought, tongue running over his bottom lip with a slight furrow on his eyebrows. His hand moves from being draped around your waist in favor of tracing the moles on your face.

Dori meows from next to him. Soonie and Doongie have moved to occupy the space between you.

“I have everything I need.” He finally mumbles, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. Soft, romantic, and lovesick.

You pull away, though unsuccessfully as Minho chases after your lips. “‘M not done kissing you.”

“Mmm.” You hum against his lips, hand moving to play with the ends of his hair. He grew it out recently, admits he likes the way you pull on it.

It lasts a few heartbeats, and Minho exhales when your lips leave his. His eyes are still closed as he cements this moment. He’d film it if we could, running it over and over and never getting sick.

Quiet mornings with you and his cats on his birthday. He feels his heart grow.

“I love you.” The boy rarely says it first, loving in the shadows, but he ponders over saying it more when he sees the way your eyes light up and the way you have to bite down on your lips to suppress your smile.

You feel too fumbly to respond right away. Though, Minho doesn’t take too lightly at the silence that follows.

“Say it back.” He whines, and the pout on his lips solicit a breathy laughter from you. You gently reach out to cup his face, running a hand over his bottom lip.

“I love you too.”

He smiles. Slow blinking from his doe eyes.

“You’re twenty-five.”

Foreheads pressed together. Noses nuzzling. Soonie meows.

“Another year with you.”

Minho wouldn’t want it any other way.

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inexperienced!jeongin who has a big dick but doesn’t know how to use it

inexperienced!jeongin who doesn’t know how to handle it when you tease him, thinking it’s some sort of joke cause there’s no way a girl as pretty as you would even give him a second glance, but his ears are turning red with every flirty stroke of his bicep, and sweat is building up on the back of his neck when you playfully press up against him, practically able to feel your tits tight against his chest, and all he can think about is finally stuffing your pussy full of cock everytime he’s around you. he swears you do it on purpose, especially when your hand brushes against his crotch, giggling like it’s the cutest thing in the world when you find how hard he is - just to mock him for being such a virgin and he hates the way his dick jumps in excitement when you make fun of him

inexperienced!jeongin who’s a little too needy but he’s too insecure to actually ask you for sex, he’ll just resort to pathetically fucking his own fist or some of your used panties that you’ve left laying around. hating himself for being so damn awkward cause he wants nothing more than to feel your pretty pussy suffocate around his cock, to see how deep he can fuck into you until you’re clawing at him and begging him to just give you a minute. but all he can do is muffle the gasps of your name against his fist while tugging on his dick, all his dirty thoughts about you remaining just that, cause he’s just too shy to actually do something about it

inexperienced!jeongin who’s so charmingly awkward, he sometimes says the weirdest shit when he’s between your legs, he can’t look you in the eyes when he’s fucking you, and he doesn’t know where to put his hands when you makeout - wanting nothing more than to dip his fingers under the pretty little skirt you love torture him with to find out what colour panties you’re wearing - he’s just too afraid of you finally finding out how much of a pervert he really is

inexperienced!jeongin who can get off from dry humping alone, there’s so much happening and he can barely keep up - your mouth working his own open, the fingers tugging on his hair, the hot press of your cunt slotting perfectly against his dick - he nuts so embarrassingly fast and can’t even look you in the eyes after :(

inexperienced!jeongin who constantly worries about disappointing you, but if you start begging for his dick he’ll crack so quickly

inexperienced!jeongin who looks so lost the second you get him between your legs, looking up at you for guidance with every unsure touch and stroke to your clit, until you eventually grab the back of his head and shove his face into your cunt

inexperienced!jeongin who’s a fast learner, he immediately starts making out with your pussy like a man starved - he’s messy and a tad sloppy, but he’s trying his best and just wants to please you so you can’t find it in yourself to pull him away

inexperienced!jeongin who gets so carried away while eating you out, groaning and humping the bed and letting out wet little apologies when his teeth accidentally scrape against your folds. sometimes you swear he enjoys it more than you

inexperienced!jeongin who’s a little too greedy, he’ll let you ride his face until he can’t breathe, he’ll chase after your pussy and let out a pathetic whine with next to no shame when you start to lift off him, he’ll fucking get on his hands and knees and beg you for one last taste if he has to 

inexperienced!jeongin who could spend hours worshipping your pussy, completely ignoring the painful twitch of his cock to continue fucking his tongue into you, desperate to coax out more of those pretty moans from your lips. until it’s too late and he’s pulling away only to look down to find he’s made a mess of his briefs, a cum stain starting to form on the mattress he was grinding against for some relief and he’s so humiliated the he’ll lock himself in your bathroom, the sight of his ruined underwear almost mocking him and he’s never felt like a bigger virgin

inexperienced!jeongin who doesn’t know how the hell he’s gonna get through actually fucking you if he’s busting a nut from eating pussy alone

inexperienced!jeongin who can’t for the life of himself stop whimpering and whining nonsense when he’s finally inside of you, cursing under his breath, “fuck, thank you baby. never thought i’d get the chance to fuck a pussy this tight,” and choked whimpers of, “jesus, thank you. thankyouthankyouthankyou,” when he’s about to cum

inexperienced!jeongin who doesn’t know how to multitask, he tries to kiss you when he’s fucking you, but the sloppier and faster his thrusts become and the deeper his cock kisses into your pussy the harder it is for him to actually focus, lips eventually straying away from your lips to whimper and whine pathetically in your ear. and you just find it so cute that he has to stop multiple times and take a deep breath so he doesn’t cum so soon

inexperienced!jeongin who finds it hard to listen, he knows he should prep you a little more for his dick, knows he should stretch you out a little to accommodate him, but he’s just too impatient to finally sink his cock into you to even care. and he fucking loves that you crave him just as much that you don’t either

inexperienced!jeongin who’s addicted to getting his dick sucked, he can’t keep still - fucking his hips up to force his cock deeper down your throat, deep down loving the little whimper you let out when you struggle to take him more, eyes getting glassy and looking at him so cutely but he just can’t help himself from tangling his fingers into your hair and pushing your head down even more

inexperienced!jeongin who can go for hours when you finally break him in, to the point where he’s ready for your pussy, four five times a day

inexperienced!jeongin who texts all his friends, “i had sex today, what did you losers do?” everytime you guys fuck

[reblogsfandom]

fake texts | jealous vocalracha

pairing: kim seungmin x reader, yang jeongin x reader

genre: slight angst to fluff, suggestive

warnings: bsf to lovers (seungmin), myung jaehyun being dogged on for no reason 💔, suggestive (jeongin), noona reader (jeongin)

SS count: 6

SEUNGMIN (friends to lovers)

I.N (established relationship)

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fake texts | bf!han texts

pairing: han jisung x fem!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings: div1 hater, Lino mentioned lol, mention of blowjobs

SS count: 8

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💎hyunjin on jewel box💎

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Know I'll never win the battle

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Pairing: Chan X gn reader

Summary: When your bipolar disorder turns a sunny day into a starless night, your boyfriend finds a way to cheer you up.

Genre: Comfort/hurt

Word Count: 2.7k

Trigger warning: Bipolar disorder, depression, manic episodes, and paranoia/delusions.

Depression resources

A/N: Brains can be so mean to us sometimes. As I wrote this request, I burst into tears (starting to notice a pattern about writing sad stuff, huh?) Mental illness can be so hard. I don't know much about bipolar disorder, but I did some research to try and understand the perspective. This might not be entirely accurate, but I tried.

You all better be so nice to yourselves. Give yourself a big hug, please. Be gentle. Be soft. Do not let the cruelty of your own brain rip you apart from the good things in this world <3

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A year’s worth of suffering unveils in a single day. Not really, but that’s what it feels like. A human puppeteered by their brain, but never in the right way; a handcrafted tea cup without the warmth and welcoming taste of tea.  

You spun to the beat of your own drum. The wrong beat. Society marched around you in circles. Their footsteps methodically raised and fell. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. You? Always one beat behind or another beat ahead.  

Living with any kind of mental illness is hard, but yours felt worse. A lot worse. A switch that you couldn’t turn off. You could feel it creep up before it pounced. It inched behind you closer and closer until it leapt upon you. The neurons misfired and genetics hung you. 

You tried to stop it, but you couldn’t. That’s the thing about bipolar disorder. Where does the mental illness separate and life begins? Because in your head, you didn’t know how much longer you could blame your actions on your mental disorder. Who really controls you? Is it you or is it the festering and molding disorder that you try to push down and scrape out? You grab onto it with two hands and try to pull it out, but you can’t pull out your own brain. 

You nested yourself in the comfort of your bed. Wrapped in cotton blankets, swallowed by the weight of another low, you couldn’t find the energy to do anything. Beside you, the clock kept ticking into the future, but all you could do was drown. 

In these moments, it all felt so low. You couldn’t gather the strength to pick yourself up. You tried, but it always unraveled. Just as you thought you were getting better, you were taking accountability, trying to be more and do more; it always crashed back down. 

Swallowed by the whale, not even the light could find you here. In your room, the room you shared with your boyfriend, the sheets saturated with peppermint. A calming and grounding scent. The essential oil diffuser released a steady stream into the air, but not even that made you feel better. Why couldn’t you be normal? 

Emotional regulation. Two words that seem so normal. When an emotion overpowers you, when it sucks you into the void of nothingness, you regroup. Step back, count to ten, and focus on breathing. Calm your racing heart when you find a negative emotion. Try to power through it and just breathe. 

You’ll always find the next stepping stone of life. In your worst moments, the best is always yet to come. Your brain painted another picture. One where everyone hated you. They all slipped through your fingers due to the consequences of your actions. 

In the darkness, you rotted. Between silk sheets and cool pillows. In the rotation of white fan panels, you found glimpses of who you could have been in another life. The adult that didn’t feel so behind. The kid that didn’t feel lost among their peers. Someone far more successful and incredible than you were now. 

The tears leaked out unknowingly. Your heart didn’t just ache, it fell apart and disintegrated between your fingers. You couldn’t even keep that part of yourself together. 

You didn’t know Chan appeared until you felt the familiar warmth against your cheek. “Hi, there.” His Australian accent still made your heart melt. You didn’t deserve him. You didn’t deserve that tenderness. Not after the hell you always put everyone through. 

Last week, Minho confiscated your wallet because you insisted you needed to blow a ton of money on a bouncy house. Impulsive and reckless, you always described yourself that way when you were manic. The stars came to life and lifted your soul. The fuzzy static sparked and disintegrated, a burst of adrenaline came to life like a live wire. 

Going, going, going, you couldn’t stop. So you lived fast and lived large. Living in-between a brain-chased delusion and keeping up after it wasn’t easy, but when you’re in a fragile state of mania, the unbelievable seems believable. It comes to life so easily; a god without a cult-following. 

How many times did Chan call his band members worrying because you were so reckless? Like the time you got into a fight with Chan and took off barefoot into the night. They spent three hours chasing your zipping figure through the wet pavement streets and in down-pouring rain. By the next morning, everyone had colds. 

When you decided to repaint your bedroom without asking because the color you found filled you with such joy. It spoke to your soul and you didn’t ask. In the process, you didn’t consider putting down a sheet of plastic over the carpet. An honest mistake that cost hundreds of dollars to repurchase new carpet for the bedroom. It turns out dancing and finger painting in a manic state has consequences. 

Another time, you started a food fight in Felix and Seungmin’s dorm. It started with Felix trying to distract you. Chan went out on an ambassador trip. When you felt yourself slip into a manic episode, you called Felix, hoping to ground yourself. 

It was fun at first, baking brownies. It started well until you threw a handful of flour at Felix’s shoulder. It was just a stupid impulse; a moment of poor misjudgement. Felix threw a handful of sugar at you and you both snapped. 

Yelling, hooting, and hollering. Waking up a sleeping Seungmin. Dry ingredients covered the floor. You inhaled a breath of flour. Felix licked grains of sugar from his lips. What neither of you were expecting was Seungmin’s outrage. 

On the stove. Beneath the fridge. Smeared on countertops. The rolling flour dust coated crevices in their fancy coffee machine. It laced the insides of the toaster. You were still working on paying back your half for the coffee machine. Felix offered to pay for it. Sugar grains snuck into an opening and tarnished the entire thing. You started it and refused to let him suffer alone. 

It wasn’t just your mania that drilled holes in the people around you, it was this, too. Depressed straight to the bone, you scared the shit out of Jeongin the day you threatened to fling yourself off the top of the JYP Entertainment building. Now he’s constantly worried about you. 

Hyunjin invited you for coffee with him and Changbin one day. Unable to control your sadness and keep yourself together, you sobbed over your vanilla latte, right in the middle of the cafe. The attention drew from bystanders. They quickly tried to console you, but someone snapped a photo. By the time you tried to make your way out to the parking lot, a reporter from Dispatch waited for you near Changbin’s car. The article surrounding the conspiracy of your tears went viral between the venomous teeth of the fandom. 

And Han? He met with you one-on-one to show you a new anime. He was so happy and excited. You ruined it with self-pity and the admission that your brain was destroying you from the inside out. You swore this bipolar thing would be the death of you. How do you live in a society where you can’t regulate yourself? 

Minho showed up to find you and Han wrapped around you crying. Your own tears steadily fell down your cheeks. All he could do was call Chan and attempt to have him talk to you and try to console whatever lay shattered before you. 

Nobody ever knew what to say or how to fix it. You could feel the tension building between people. Strangers looked you in the eyes on the streets. Even then, you swore that they knew something occurred within you internally. Every look casts judgement. Every glance, a scowl and sneer followed. 

Ever since the diagnosis came, you always knew. You knew you’d be the one to be too much for people. Lightning ran through your veins at the wrong time. You lived your life climbing the rollercoaster and then you tipped over the edge screaming. Your heart fluttered, your stomach dropped, but god, it felt so good. 

The realization in those bits of mania that life didn’t matter. It gave you an entirely new perspective. In those bits of life, you were unstoppable. The world was in your hands. You could do anything if you tried hard enough. All you had to do was believe it and anything could be yours. 

On the sadder days, your brain becomes a boulder. It kept you locked into the bed and you didn’t know how to get up. Too heavy. Your limbs were laced with concrete and you lost the ability to eat. No longer a human, but rather an android. 

You waited and waited. You tried to cycle through the societal standards, but you struggled. It all felt so hard. Like this whole life had been cast for you from the depths of hell. Who would make someone live through all this? 

Other days, the two feelings collided and dizzied you with such a confusing feeling. You were alive, your thoughts cycled and shuffled so fast. You knew it was the mania talking, but these thoughts were different. Less confident and more depressing, a chain caught between the gears of mania and depression; the highs and lows blended together. 

And the worst part? It never stopped. It was a constant cycle. A few hours. A day or two apart. Maybe a week or more. You never knew when your mental illness would possess you. Your vision clouded and you tried to tell yourself the next time would be different. You’d find a way to deal with it in grace, but it never happened .

You tried treatments, but talking to a therapist about it always felt weird. The few medications you tried, some of them made you sleep and feel much worse. Others, they didn’t touch it. It made you want to throw in the towel at the worst times. Why bother fighting if medicine couldn’t cure whatever was wrong with your head?

More importantly, why did it have to be you? What the hell did you do to deserve this? Was it fate? Did you do something so bad in your past life that this was just the universe’s way of getting karmic retribution? 

“What’s in that head of yours?” 

You glanced up at Chan, pulling away from your thoughts. “We don’t have to do this. We always do this and you already know. The answer is always the same.” 

He sighed softly and smiled at you. “I know, but I still want to know. I won’t get tired of asking you. No matter how many times your answers are the same, I’ll always ask you.” 

“Why do you stick around and do this with me?” 

“Do what?” 

“This!” You reached up and gestured between the two of you. “Doesn’t it get tiring and boring? Doesn’t my existence exhaust you? What part of dating someone with a bipolar disorder is entertaining? Please enlighten me because I’d love to fucking know.” 

Chan’s eyes didn’t leave yours. You could lash out however you liked, but deep down, he loved you. He’d never stop telling you that. Someone had to fight to put the truth in your head. 

But you didn’t know. Where did you start and where did the disorder begin? What were parts of you and your happiness? When did you know you were happy and not on the rollercoaster ride accelerating up to the drop of mania again? How long did the good times last? What if they never came back? 

“Carrie Fisher played Princess Leia in Star Wars.” 

“So?” 

“Did you know she was diagnosed with bipolar disorder?” 

You sniffled and shook your head. Beside you, Chan crawled forward to get into the bed with you. “She struggled with addiction, but found hope. She became a mental health advocate and openly talked about it. She struggled with it, just like you.” 

“Why are you bringing this up?” 

“To remind you that just because you’re battling something some people don’t, it doesn’t make you worth any less. So you fight your brain to stay strong and I don’t see that as a horrible and terrible thing.” He paused, frowning at the way his words sounded. “What I mean to say is that it can be challenging and difficult, but we’ll figure it out.” 

“You’re using my love of Star Wars against me.” 

A squeaky laugh fell from his lips. “I mean, yes, but no. I’m being serious here.” He reached over and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Swaddled in sadness and bathed in depression, you didn’t understand what lay on the outside. 

“You know what I see when I look at you? I see someone fighting for peace. You get up every day and you try. Doesn’t that trying count for something? I know your brain might not think so right now, but to me, I think that’s pretty heroic.” 

“It’s not heroic to ruin friendships with people around me.” 

“Who said you’re ruining friendships?” His eyes narrowed. “Did you know that Hyunjin has lost confidence in his speed when it comes to you? Ever since we chased you that one night-” 

You groaned and covered your face with your hands. “Don’t remind me, it was embarrassing. You had to scrub my feet because they were dirty and the memories from that night are all blurry.” 

“At least, we all got to take Nyquil together during those colds. I’ve never seen Han fall unconscious that fast. One dose and he just-” Chan snapped. “Hit the ground like a light.” 

“Didn’t Minho have to drag him to bed?” 

“That was a little funny, too.” 

“Now I just feel entirely mortified. I need to try harder and do better. Hearing that, it’s just so humiliating. It makes me feel like a failure. I really don’t mean to cause harm, I just…” You sighed and looked away. “I don’t know. It’s so hard sometimes and I’m really trying to be better.” 

“I know you’re trying.” He reached up and placed his hand back against your cheek. Shifting closer, the scent of amber and rosemary caught your attention. 

Your nose scrunched instantly. “Woah, new scent?” 

“Something like that. How is it?” 

“Meh.” 

“I spent over fifty dollars on this bottle.” 

“I’ve spent more money than that on a smaller bottle of smelly stuff during a manic episode.” 

His face went blank and your eyes found his. He quickly bit down on his bottom lip, trying not to laugh. In the current of silence, a brief moment of mutual understanding. At least, until you burst into a fit of giggles first. He quickly followed after with his own laugh. 

Seconds ticked by again, suspended by laughter and clenched stomach. Wet eyes, oversized grins, and a wave of relief. When you finished, you wiped a hand over your face, trying to regulate yourself. 

“I really needed that laugh.” 

“Yeah, I could tell. In all seriousness, I think you give yourself little credit and I wish you’d give yourself more. I know you’re not perfect, but you’re trying. As long as you’re fighting, in my eyes, you’re winning. Even when you have off days and bad days, you’re still here, aren’t you?” 

“I guess so.” 

“And you know what that means?” Dimples spread across his cheeks. Mischief glistened in his eyes and your heart dropped to your stomach. You jerked upright, trying to escape the bed, but he pounced. “It means your mine!” 

You burst into a fit of giggles as you squirmed in his grasp. Laughter bounced off the walls of his bedroom and broke your train of depressing thoughts. The gentle brush of fingers against your sides, you tried to get away, but they stayed consistent. 

So maybe your brain wasn’t perfect. Different brains look different for everyone. They always say if you don’t like the direction your boat is steering, turn the sail another way. You might lose bits and pieces of time, but you never lose who you fully are beneath the waves. The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again and so would you. Manic, depression, or stuck in the web of a blurry between, the support compacting you, it was bound to be endless. 

You might not win every battle, but the more you refuse to sink, you’ll always win the war.

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CHAN at FENDI'S 100th ANNIVERSARY SHOW via ESQUIRE KOREA

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comfort happy binnie moments | pt 1.

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˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ poly!skz texting you on your birthday !

hi !! this is my first of (possibly) many poly!skz texts! i thought i’d start with something simple but if y’all have any specific requests lmk !! i hope you enjoy <3

contains: poly!skz (ot8) x reader

warnings: female reader, poly!ot8, pet names, fluff, mdni!!!

ᯓ what poly!skz would text you on your birthday .ᐟ.ᐟ

⇾ MAIN MASTERLIST | STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST ♡

⇾ thank you for reading !! if you have any specific requests or recommendations don’t feel shy to send them! i love y’all ��

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1 Month, 1.000 Jokes - Seungmin

To Seungmin, you being slightly older was never a big deal.

Seungmin sat on the couch, his phone in hand as he scrolled through an online store. Around him, the other members of Stray Kids lounged lazily, some playing games, others chatting about their latest schedules.

He had been thinking about your upcoming birthday for weeks now, running through ideas in his head, but he wanted a second opinion.

“Hey, what do you guys think about this necklace?" he asked, tilting his phone towards Changbin and Felix.

Felix leaned in, inspecting the delicate pendant. "Looks nice. Who’s it for?"

"Y/N."

A few heads turned at that, and suddenly, Seungmin had the full attention of his members.

"Ooooh, a gift for your girlfriend," Hyunjin teased, grinning. "Why? Is it your anniversary or something?"

"No, her birthday is coming up in a few weeks," Seungmin replied absentmindedly, still browsing different styles.

There was a brief silence before Changbin’s head snapped up. "Wait… your own birthday isn’t until next month."

"Yeah, so?" Seungmin frowned, confused.

I.N let out a dramatic gasp. "That means she’s older than you!"

Seungmin blinked. "By a month."

A beat of silence.

"So she's older than you?!" Han suddenly exclaimed, eyes widening in pure amusement. "You're dating an older woman?!"

Seungmin rolled his eyes as the dorm erupted into laughter. "Han, she's literally one month older."

"Still counts!" Chan chimed in, his dimples showing as he laughed. "Our little Seungminnie is dating a noona. So mature of you, mate."

Seungmin rolled his eyes. "You're all acting like she's ten years older than me. It’s literally just a month."

Chan was still chuckling when Seungmin turned to him with a smirk. "And if she’s so much older than me, then what does that make you? Ancient?"

The room exploded into laughter again, with Chan dramatically clutching his chest as if he had been personally attacked.

“Oi, leave Chan out of this,” Hyunjin wheezed, wiping away a tear. “He’s already struggling with his back pain these days.”

Chan huffed. “I do not have back pain—”

“Bro, you literally complained about it this morning,” Han pointed out, grinning.

Changbin smirked, crossing his arms. "But, Seungmin, an older woman? Didn’t think you had that in you."

Seungmin squinted at him. "What is that supposed to mean?”

Instead of answering, Changbin just chuckled, nudging him with his elbow.

Seungmin sighed, shaking his head. He had expected a simple yes or no about the necklace, not an entire joking spree about the age difference between him and his girlfriend.

“Alright, alright, can we focus?” he huffed, waving his phone in the air. “I’m trying to pick a gift here, not debate a non-existing age gap.”

Felix leaned in, finally taking a proper look at the screen. “Fine, fine. But go for silver, it suits her better.”

Seungmin hummed, nodding. Finally, some real input.

---

A few days later, you arrived at the dorm to pick Seungmin up for your date. As soon as he opened the door, it began.

"Oh? Look who's here," Han called over his shoulder. "Seungmin, your noona is here to take you on a date!"

Felix leaned against the kitchen doorframe, grinning. "Did you at least say please when you asked her to come get you?"

Seungmin rolled his eyes as he pulled on his jacket. "First of all, she offered. Second of all, it's just convenient. Would you rather have me make her wait while I try to figure out a bus schedule?"

The members snickered, clearly enjoying how defensive he was getting. Hyunjin smirked. "Just admit it, Seungmin. You’re spoiled."

"Yeah, yeah," Seungmin muttered, stepping out and shutting the door behind him before they could throw any more comments his way.

When Seungmin stepped outside, the teasing still echoed from behind the door.

You let out a small, slightly awkward laugh, shaking your head as you started walking together. The members had always been like this – playful, relentless – but tonight, for some reason, their words lingered a little longer than usual.

Seungmin took your hand in his, his grip warm and familiar. You weren’t really insecure about the age gap – at least, not in a way that made you doubt your relationship – but you had always been aware of it. Ever since you started dating, it had just… been there, in the back of your mind that you are older after all.

Seungmin must have noticed your silence because he glanced at you. "Do you want me to tell them to stop?" he asked sincerely. "I will if it bothers you."

You hesitated for a second before shaking your head. "You don’t have to. I know they don't mean any harm by it."

Seungmin studied you for a moment, his gaze gentle. Then, with a small smirk, he leaned in and murmured, "Next time they bring it up, I’ll remind them that I at least have a girlfriend."

That made you laugh, the uneasiness fading just a little. "That should shut them up."

"Exactly," Seungmin grinned. Then, his expression softened. "But seriously, if it ever really bothers you, just tell me, okay? You being older than me doesn’t matter – it never has."

You looked at him, warmth flooding your chest at how easily he said it. "I know," you said, though your voice was quieter this time. "It’s just... I guess sometimes I worry it’ll always be a thing people joke about."

Seungmin’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, reassuring. "Let them joke," he said firmly. "I don’t care. And you shouldn’t either."

After a short silence, he smirked. "Now let’s go before they start yelling more nonsense through the door."

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fwb!skz: their friend is into you

your situationship isn't too happy about their friends apparent feelings for you but they are happy to let you know about it! NSFW, 18+

HYUNG LINE • 형 라인

MAKNAE LINE • 막내 라인

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asking bsf!skz 'in me or on me?'

asking best friend skz whether they'd 💦 in you or on you. NSFW, 18+

HYUNG LINE • 형 라인

MAKNAE LINE • 막내 라인

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A/N: i was gonna release this tomorrow but low-key i was too excited to post it cause it was cracking me UUUPP ,, hope you guys enjoy it too <3

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