#Jeongin x male reader

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Stray Kids Boypussy

Sub!bp!skz x Dom!Gn!reader

Cw: boypussy// reader has a dick but no specific gender mentioned// fingering// squirting// pussy eating// switch!reader for hyunjin and linos// teasing// use of sex toys// face sitting// choking// thigh riding// overstim// finger sucking// mentions of mouth spitting//

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Chan

The best tasting pussy out them all, all because he lovessss his pineapple juice.

Clean shaven.

He gets soooo wet

You love to trail your hand down to his sopping wet core after you're done teasing him all day just to feel he's absolutely soaked through. You could actually feel it through his shorts.

Have him sit on one of your thighs (his back to your chest) on his break during practise, gripping and caressing his thigh, inching closer and closer to his core as he subtly grind down onto your thigh before he's called back to continue with practise. He leaves behind a little we patch on your thigh that you have to cover with his hoodie.

His little clit is so sensitive but he fucking loves when your tie his hands back and play with it. He's so whiny, bucking into your hand as your rub soft circles around it, driving him insane.

Loves when you hold your hand over his mouth and finger fuck his pretty pink pussy unti he's squirting all over your hand and the bed

His pussy is so messy

You're fucking him so good, his legs to his chest, almost in the mating press position and his slick is dripping from him making such lewd wet noises evertime your cock slams into him

Grips the fuck out your hair when you eat him out.

Loves sitting on your face, he circles his hips around so your nose brushes perfectly against his clit

Gets embarrassed when his squirt is all over your face but you love it so much.

Lee know

Such a pretty little pussy.

Has a little hair but not too much cause he prefers to be a little clean shaven

Once shaved his pubes into the shape of a kitty head. It made you burst out laughing at first but you found is so cute and gave him such a good orgasm after that since he spent alot of time trying to perfect it.

A little more on the brownish side cause of his tanned skin tone.

Tastes quite salty but you love it nonetheless

Rides your cock like a fucking pro. Likes to take charge when riding you cause he knows how pathetic you can get sometimes.

Got that gorilla grip too😮‍💨 milks the fuck out of your cock

Moves his hips in time with your fingers when they work around his clit

Loves being played with and fingered with your hands stuffed down his pants, just sitting there lazily whilst you pleasure him.

Always let's out the loudest moans when he cums

Not a squirter, you've tried but it never works. He's more a creamer.

Depending on how much work and pleasure you're giving him then the more cream spills from him when he cums.

If your just lazy fucking then only a little dribbling

But if your plowing him into next Tuesday then yeah it'll be flowing out him, all over your cock and making a mess of the bed.

Doesn't get supperrrr wet, just more so sticky with a little wetness

Changbin

CHUBBY PUSSY OH MY GODDDDDD

He's a cute little tint of pink and has some JUICY lips😮‍💨

He used to be so embarrassed at how chubby it was but you couldn't get enough of how perfect you though he was

Doesn't tend to be hairy but sometimes if he can't be bothered shaving then it's fine, it doesn't bother you at all.

Cutest little clit that's SO sensitive

You love circle your tongue around it until it he's having to pull you off cause he can't handle it. Holding his hips down since he wriggles and squirms about so much.

Can't help but accidentally squeeze your head between his plush thighs sometimes but you'd happily suffocate between them.

One time when you were eating him out and he came so hard that his legs wrapped around you and his thighs locked around your head, his hand gripping your hair as he damn near breaks your neck with his bare thighs. You were scared of giving him head for awhile after that but he felt SO bad about it :(

Used to be so scared about sitting on your face cause he didn't wanna hurt you again 😭 but eventually he did and oh my god he came all over your face after like 2 minutes.

Yelps whenever you give a little smack to his clit.

Like Lino he also doesn't get super wet, more sticky with a little wetness.

Loves when you take him from behind

He can feel you so deep inside him when he bend over completely, back arched perfectly for you.

Loves to grind against your thigh whenever he's feeling extra submissive and needy, his head nestled into the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped tightly around the back of your neck

So squirmy and whiny when you hold a vibrator to his clit. He cums soooo fast when you use a vibrator on him so you overstimulate him and pull about 4 orgasms from him.

Hyunjin

He can either be quite hairy or completely bald down there

His clit isn't as sensitive as the others but his hole on the other hand...it feels like pure ecstasy when your fucking him.

He also rides dick like a pro and will probably pull atleast 2 or 3 orgasms out you before he cums even once.

He knows the power him and his pussy holds and takes advantage of that. He can be such power bottom at times.

His pussy would absolutely milk your cock wether he's subbing or domming.

When he's domming he likes to wrap his long slender fingers around your throat and choke you a little whilst he fucks himself onto you. Might even spit in your mouth whilst he's at it🤭

But when he's subbing he's such a sweaty, moaning mess under you

He'll suck on your fingers whilst you pound his wet sloppy pussy.

He gets really wet too

Sometimes if you tease him for long enough he'd actually be DRIPPING with slick.

He likes to tease you sometimes by making you sit and watch as he plays with his pussy, fingering himself and fucking himself with a dildo.

Han

SOOOOO SENSITIVE

So so so squirmy whenever you touch him

He loves wearing the prettiest panties for you just to make a big wet mess of them when you turn him on

On the salty side but you're obsessed with the taste of him

Even his scent is like heaven

Tease him under the table when out at a dinner with the other members or even on a night out. Fingers slowly working round his puffy clit as he tries his best not to squirm in his chair and draw attention to himself.

Loves being fingered by you. Anywhere. Anytime. He's always up for it.

Probably the biggest squirter of them all

Fucking him open with your fingers until he's squirting everywhere, making such a big mess to clean up

Eat him out so good until your face is drenched in his liquids

Fucking your cock into his soft velvety walls, his orgasm being so intense his pussy clenches so hard your cock is pushed out and his liquids squirt all over your lower stomach and dick.

It's hard cause it's such a big clean up everytime but he's always soaking wet even if you weren't even trying to turn him on

Because of the mess he makes you try fuck him in the shower most of the time but finding a comfortable position is a little tricky.

Also clean shaven but may have a little stripe or triangle cut at the top that he keeps trimmed.

Felix

I usually couldn't imagine his pussy being hairy like AT ALL but from the pictures I've seen on twitter...he seems like he's actually pretty hairy.

So let's just say he's mostly hairy down there but at times when he wants to feel extra pretty and cute for you and dress up in little pink outfits, then he'll be completely waxed.

Love love LOVES grinding on your thigh

He'd leave such a big wet patch after he's done

Sitting on your lap as you hold his hips down and help him move his hips along your thigh. Moving him round in circles and making sure to move your leg up so he can gain more friction

Not much of a squirter but he definitely can if you're making him feel REALLY good

Almost always shakes when he cums

His legs always clamp around your head if you're eating him out or around your hand if your playing with his pussy

It's such a pretty shade of pink and has some freckles on it too🤭

Would sit on your lap (his back to your chest) whilst playing some video games on his computer. Your cock buried deep into him. Eventually he'd reposition himself to be kneeling on the chair but still playing his games whilst bouncing on your cock. You'd help him slam his hips back down onto your cock everytime, hitting his sweet spot everytime.

Definitely a pillow humper

Don't be surprised if you come back home to him sleeping next to his dwaekki pillow that now has a big wet patch on it.

Also....BELLY BULGE

He loves the way he can always see your cock in his tummy whenever your fucking him. You're just so big he can barely fit you in :(

Seungmin

Clean shaven

Tightest pussy of them all

Tries to be a brat but the minute your cock is inside him he's turned into a whimpering little mess.

Oversized hoodies with cute lil panties underneath? Yes please

Punish him by making him play with himself whilst you sit back and stroke your cock. Make him beg for your to touch him, to fuck him or even to eat him out.

PUSSY SLAPPING

He loves when you slap his pussy, right on his clit. Makes him jolt everytime.

He's only had very few occasions where he's squirted and he was so embarrassed whilst your were just sitting there shocked and insanely horny.

One times when he was riding you, struggling to keep up his movements since his legs were to tired to keep moving so he resorted to grinding on you. You pulled him forward a little and started fucking up into him at such a rough pace. He was so dazed out by the overwhelming feeling that he couldn't find the words to tell you that had a feeling almost like having to pee. Eventually his legs started vigorously shaking and a loud moan leaves him as you lift him off your cock. The minute you lift him off his liquids burst out of him, making a big wet mess all over your abdomen as his legs try to close but are blocked by your hips.

You came untouched because of that. The site of it all and the way he reacted, his hand covering his face whilst you just held him up. You had a sudden burst of pleasure through you as you spill your own cum on your stomach along with his liquids.

He was so embarrassed but you kept telling him how fucking hot it was

I.n

Actually kinda hairy down there but keeps it trimmed down

Doesn't squirt and never has done

Creams quite a fair bit

So sensitive inside his pussy

Soooooo loud when your fucking him, he just can't handle the intense feeling of his pussy getting pounded by you.

Would be such a good boy for you

Would bend over and arch his back for you, ready for your to ruin him

He can get so desperate at times at even tries to back his ass up into your crotch just begging to be filled by you

Has such a big breeding kink

Loves when you fill his pussy to the brim, loves how it feels when your warm cum shoots out into him.

Loves the way your cum trickles out his hole and down all down him.

Clenches around you SO much but he can't help it :(

He'd let you bend him into whatever position you want and take him apart.

Prefers to be fucked by your cock rather than your fingers or eating him out but he does love when you play with his pussy.

He'd be so whiny as your rub gentle circles around his clit 😮‍💨.

When you do eat him out though he has such a bitter-sweet taste that you just can't help but savour every bit of it.

[victorbutnotreally]

"Shh" - Yang Jeongin x Male Reader

title credits to lovely anon.

warnings: brother's best friend, three years age gap if that's a thing, jeongin calls Mn "hyung" during sex, size kink kinda, choking, sex with clothes on, spit as lube (doesn't work but it does in fiction)

He's been obsessed with Mn ever since he was a kid. Mn was three years older than him and always came over to play with his brother. And even his brother's less closer friends were considered by Jeongin as his brothers, but not Mn. Oh absolutely not. That laugh, those hands, the way he would always bring him a candy or something when he came over?? The way he would help him with his homework and teach him better than his teacher did?? Jeongin used to debate in his head if he should run away and hide or go spend time with him. And as they grew older, the attraction grew too. And then he became and idol, and Mn moved to France for university.

Right now, Jeongin was home. Finally on a well-needed break from idol life as he lazed on the couch, eating chips and binging shows. He heard the doorbell ring, but he was one with the couch now, ain't no way he's getting up.

"Eomma!!," he called, hoping his Mom would answer the door. He could hear his mom tsk affectionately as she made her way over to the door and opened it.

He couldn't see who was at the door, but his mother's excitement and the way his brother bolted down the stairs made the butterflies in his stomach return. Was it Mn? He slowly got up and went towards the door, carefully for some reason, as if approaching a snake. He almost choked on his chip when he saw who was at the door. Mn. Mn, whose cuteness was still there despite him losing his baby cheeks. Mn who looked like a damn model. He grew up. A lot. Seeing Mn's sculpted body, and his mature face which still had the boyish charm made the butterflies in Jeongin's stomach turn into birds which clawed at his stomach. In a good way, of course.

He watched as his brother tackled Mn in a hug, and Mn returned it. He could only watch as Mn's forearms rested on his best friend's back, flexing due to the strength of that hug. He gulped, smiling awkwardly when he saw Mn's eyes on him.

"H-Hi hyung," Jeongin smiled, a laugh coming out when Mn hugged him as well.

"Hi little rockstar."

Jeongin, his brother, and Mn were watching a movie. Everyone else was asleep. He could hear Mn's laughs at the movie. He wanted to smile and admire how pretty the older man's laugh is, but his mind just had one image: Mn's forearms. God. Not just his forearms, but him in general. He loved how big Mn was. How he was always bigger than him. He tried keeping his thoughts pg, but his mind was just not letting him. He put a pillow in his lap to hide his erection, but the ever so observant Mn noticed. He smirked and put an arm around Jeongin's shoulder, feeling how the younger tensed under his touch.

As the movie ended, Jeongin's brother went to the kitchen to see if they have snacks, knowing damn well they don't. He sighed and went back to the living room.

"We have no snacks. I'm gonna go get some, wanna come with me Mnie?"

"Nah. Jet lag, man."

"Alright."

Now, Mn knew how much time his best friend would take at the convenience store. He knew he'd get carried away, he'd walk around, get tired, and then end up eating ramen or something at the convenience store, then resume his shopping, and then walk home. He had plenty of time. Once his best friend left, Mn turned to Jeongin.

"What's with the pillow, hm?"

Jeongin was too enamored with Mn's forearms to notice that accent before. His cheeks tinted pink, he spoke, "Nothing."

"I know it's not nothing, innie. Don't worry, love, it happens to all of us."

His tone made Jeongin want to pounce on him, and so he did. He crashed his lips to the older's, relishing the taste of his chocolate chapstick. Mn smirked against his lips, hands moving to rest on Jeongin's waist. He nipped at his bottom lip, sliding his tongue in as the younger let out a moan at the soft bite. He could feel Jeongin's hands up his shirt, exploring the muscles underneath. Mn broke the kiss to catch his breath, but dove right in once he saw Jeongin's hands slip down his sweatpants. He let out a low moan once Jeongin started stroking his dick.

"Need you, hyung. Please."

"Aw, look at you. So cute."

Mn's spat on his fingers and slid them in one by one into Jeongin's hole, peppering kisses down his neck, making the younger moan more. He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, and Jeongin grabbed his hand and led it to his throat, making Mn smirk as he wrapped it around his neck.

"You like that, baby? God, you look so good right now. Makes hyung wanna devour you."

"Please do, hyung…please.."

Mn had to control himself when he saw the slight pout on the younger's lips. He pressed a soft kiss to it before pulling out his fingers and spreading Jeongin's legs with that hand. He slowly slid himself in, watching as his mouth gaped open, gasping at the intrusion. He started moving once he bottomed out, hips snapping against him at a pace which made the other male moan so loud. He put a hand over Jeongin's mouth to muffle his moans.

"As much as I want to hear your pretty sounds, baby, you gotta stay quiet, yeah? Don't want your family to hear now, do you?"

Jeongin shook his head frantically, eyes rolling back as Mn's thrusts grew stronger. He hooked Jeongin's leg over his shoulder to go deeper and moaned as the younger clawed at his back. He captured his lips in yet another kiss, tongue exploring his mouth as he quickened his pace, the searing kiss swallowing both their moans.

"Hyung…I'm gonna cum"

"Go ahead, baby."

Jeongin threw his head back as he came, soft whimpers leaving his pretty lips. Mn pulled out and jerked himself off. He pulled up his pants and went to the kitchen to grab paper towels to wipe everything off after washing his hands. He cleaned Jeongin up who quickly put his pants on when he heard footsteps. Mn settled himself casually on the couch, wrapping an arm around Jeongin's shoulder, looking up when he saw his best friend.

"Finally. What did you eat at the store today?", he asked, as if he wasn't just fucking the man's brother minutes ago.

"Tteokbokki."

"Mhm."

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Stray Kids as Yanderes

Request: "You have yandere on your event and masterlist so would you do skz as yanderes? I know you only do soft yandere and thats fine"

WARNINGS: Obsessive behavior, Murder, Mention of suicide, Toxic relationship, Drugging, Manipulation, Humiliation, Claustrophobic issues, basements, blood, tied to a ceiling (not the reader), mention of kidnapping, delusional mindset, mental abuse, self-harm, cussing, suggestive? talking about kissing, Stalking, I think that's it

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO READ! You DO NOT have my permission to repost my work anywhere.

A/N: I wanted to expand on their jealousy, but this is already long enough. I struggled with Jisung so much! >:[ I WROTE THIS AT 2 AM WITH NOTHING BUT DORITOS AND COUGH MEDICINE IN MY SYSTEM!

Master list

*.·:·BANG CHAN

Type: Manipulative Violence: 50-100% Possessive: 86% Jealousy: 65%

Punishments: Manipulation

The relationship looks normal at first glance. Chan takes care of you, but not so much that it feels like you're dependent on him. He lets you talk to people and leave the house. He waited until you were ready before moving you into his home, and he still waited.

You were cozy in the Venus flytrap, and its jaws were slowly closing.

He'd pick your friends off one by one. Chan starts with the acquaintances. They're not close to you, so it shouldn't hurt that much for them to leave you. He puts wedges between you and anyone trying to separate you. Your friend who had a crush on you is gone.

Chan is a dangerous yandere because of his awareness. He knows what he's doing is unhealthy and probably immoral, but he wants you. Chan needs you.

I don't think Chan would really have a punishment for you.

He'd just be doing the same thing he's been doing. He'll guilt trip you into feeling bad for lashing out. You think Chan is too possessive? You're right, but can you blame him? Anyone who looks at you would want to eat you like a snack and take you home with them for leftovers. He's just being cautious.

The jaws are shut, but something is stopping you from panicking.

*.·:·LEE MINHO

Type: Possessive Controlling Violence: 56-97% Possessive: 100% Jealousy: 100%

Punishments: Isolation and Drugging Humiliation

Minho is yours out of courtesy. You are Minho's because he wants you. There is a difference. As soon as you learn it, everything will be easier for Minho for you.

As seen in this post, Minho likes to play with you. It doesn't matter if you don't want to play, he wants to play, and you will. If he can see the exhaustion in your eyes, then Minho will let you rest. Hope that he can see it. Hope, pray, do whatever.

The more "tired" you act, the less likely Minho is to give you a break. In a way, he wants you to break. How else will Minho know what not to do?

You're moving sluggish? Then we're moving around. You're about to fall asleep? Have this melatonin gummy that's actually an energy booster. Minho wants you to break so he can fix you.

If you start lashing out, Minho will make you more compliant. He'll slip it into your drink or your food. Depending on how exhausted you are, will depict how much he gives you. Minho doesn't want to kill you. He'd not let anyone else have you, not even death.

If you go, Minho goes. You are his, and you can't leave.

When you're delirious, he locks you in a room. Not your bedroom, of course. Minho wants that room to be a safe space for you. He'll lock you in the hallway closet if you're claustrophobic. Or he'll stick you in the basement with the lights off. Of course, you're in a concealed room, so nothing can get you, but you can't see that.

I'm a firm believer that Minho would humiliate you as punishment. He'll finally take you out of the house. He'll pick your outfit himself, and when you come downstairs and question his outfit, he waves you off. "I want the attention to be on you."

And it will be. What were you thinking about wearing colors to an all-black event? Why are you off the theme?

*.·:·SEO CHANGBIN

Type: Protective Violence: 75-95% (Never to you) Possessive: 100% Jealousy: 12%

Punishments: Isolation

Sure, your happiness is important, but your safety is Changbin's top priority. You need to be healthy and protected. If this means killing someone disturbing your peace, then that's okay. If Changbin is causing you distress, he'll isolate the both of you for a break. Then it's back to being stuck together.

If you let him, Changbin will take care of you. He'll feed you, he'll bathe you, and he'll dress you. He will do everything for you until you tell him to stop, and even then, Changbin will push those limits.

Changbin's possessiveness is laced in his need to keep you safe. He would love for you to live your life. But why can't you live your life in the safety of his arms?

You think he's harming you? Well, imagine everyone else. What if he wasn't there? They're worse than him. They have no regard for your being, and Changbin knows this.

He's certain of it.

Your punishment is Changbin's dream. He'll lock you up in a room where you can't be hurt. Where you're safe. Where else is better for you?

Changbin who hides the number of lives he's taking to "keep you safe." He's certain your mind won't be able to handle it. You can barely look at the news about their deaths. So imagine finding out they're tied to you?

*.·:·HWANG HYUNJIN

Type: Delusional Violence: 5% (Unintentional) Possessive: 98% Jealousy: 79-100%

Punishments: Isolation

You need him, and Hyunjin needs you. It's a fact, and you can't go against a fact. Well, you can, but you would be wrong. You and Hyunjin were meant to be. You were together in past lives. You will be together in future lives. In all timelines, you are together.

But Hyunjin is in this timeline, in the present, and he wants you now.

Hyunjin doesn't just love you. Hyunjin knows he is in love with you. He needs you like his lungs need air, how his heart needs blood. How the trees need our breath. But you don't want him? No, you're just confused.

And if not? Hyunjin will wait for the next life.

But in this life? Hyunjin doesn't mind ending it early. His body will be in the ground, his soul in the stars, and his breath in the sky. You have no choice but to be with him.

When you walk, your feet touch the ground Hyunjin's body is in. When you breathe, you inhale his air. When you cherish the stars in the sky, they sparkle and shine for you. They are his soul and past lives shining on you.

Hyunjin would never hurt you on purpose. He has no issues with locking you up if it means keeping you in check and him from lashing out at you.

"I will never hurt you. People don't harm who they love," Hyunjin tells you. He tells you this as he locks you in a room with a see-through door. Ironic coming from him, but at least you don't have to worry about him hurting you.

Hyunjin has no issues with giving you time. Time with him, but still time to realize that you are meant to be.

Hyunjin who is overjoyed when you finally return his feelings. Who is overjoyed when the Stockholm syndrome hits.

*.·:·HAN JISUNG

(I had to let him marinate cause this was pissing me off ;-;)

Type: Quiet One Violence: 76-100% Possessive: Jealousy:

Punishments: Murder (not you)

Jisung is the type with earbuds on and scrolling on his phone to make the act believable. He's not listening to anything, but no one knows that. Jisung is eavesdropping on your conversation.

Jisung watches from the shadows. He leans against walls, tucks himself into corners, and hides in plain sight. Jisung needs to know everything about you.

Jisung takes your lost pencils, favorite candy wrapper, and anything you thought you "lost." Jisung who puts your things on the shrine in his basement.

Jisung finds everything about your family and friends. He finds out their habits and their tales. What makes them tick? How can he get them to put in a good word for him? Jisung, who fakes a smile for your love.

Jisung trains himself to be around you. He sneaks into your room and stands as close to you as he can without becoming a mess. He walks a little ways away from you and shortens the distance as he progresses. Jisung who hides his obsession out of fear of losing you.

Jisung who wouldn't hurt a fly, repeatedly stabs the person stealing you. His heart is steady, his face his blank, and his body doesn't tremble. Jisung who kills those who harm you, even those you don't know.

*.·:·LEE FELIX

Type: Clingy Violence: 0% Possessive: 79-100% Jealousy: I don't know

Punishments: Manipulation

This relationship starts normal, but the longer you stay with Felix, the more his obsession progresses. It's a little hard for him to breathe without you, like running for miles with asthma and no inhaler.

Felix would never hurt anyone. You don't know that, though. Felix doesn't like death, and Felix doesn't want to hurt you in any way. Not truly, so Felix gives threats. Behave, or he'll kill *blank*. Stop acting out, or he'll take *blank* out.

If you ever call his bluff, he'll get fake blood and a dead body. Felix will stage the act. You come home, and it's peaceful until you hear noise from the basement. What's that red stuff on the counter?

When you get downstairs, there's blood everywhere, and your best friend hangs by their wrists from their ceiling. When you try to run, Felix, covered in blood, is in the doorway. He knocks you out, and you wake up in your bed.

Felix is scared out of his sleep by your panicked breaths. When you tell him of your "nightmare," his eyes will dull, and he'll look near lifeless. Your phone rings before you can question him, and it's your best friend. As you're talking to them, you glance at Felix, but he's back to normal.

Felix who kisses your cheek and wishes you a good morning before taking a shower. While he's in the bathroom, you check the kitchen and the basement, but everything is normal. When you get back upstairs, Felix is plaiting the table with your favorite breakfast food.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Felix's face is concerned, but his tone is knowing.

*.·:·KIM SEUNGMIN

Type: Laidback Violence: 26% Possessive: Discreetly at 75% Jealousy: I'm conflicted

Punishment: Taking things from you

Seungmin doesn't want you stressing at all. If you have a problem, he'll fix it. Kidnapping you is too much work, so you won't have to worry about that. Seungmin will let you see your friends and family, and let you go out without him.

He knows you would never leave him.

As an idol, Seungmin can get people to watch you when he's not with you. As a person with "normal" status, he finds a way to convince your friends that you have a stalker and he just wants updates on your safety.

They'll send discreet pictures of you so you aren't panicking. They're trying to keep you safe. What if your stalker is watching you now? Seungmin wouldn't lie about your safety. He loves you, and they know it.

You're starting to sneak around? He'll find out why you're sneaking. If it isn't a surprise for him then you have no business creeping around. He should know everything. You should willingly tell Seungmin everything, or at least make it easy for him to find out himself.

Seungmin's punishments start small. It starts with your passions. You like art? Your pencils are snapped, and your paints have been left with the caps off. You make music? Your instruments are locked away or smashed to pieces. Seungmin won't break something of sentimental value. Your studio is locked with everything inside it.

Maybe you like books? If he has to, Seungmin will go through your favorite book and fold the corners. He'll crease the spines of your books and lock them away so that when you get them back, they're messed up.

You read online? You have a Kindle or an app on your phone? That's fine. Your library is cleared out, and he'll start a new book just to make sure there isn't a "Start where you left off" option.

Seungmin isn't evil. He'll make a list of all the books in your library, online or on a shelf, and keep perfect copies. He'll buy you new paints or get you new instruments.

Seungmin who will send a picture of you with your family if you run away. "I hope nothing bad happens to them while you're gone."

*.·:·YANG JEONGIN

Type: Obsessive Violence: Depends Possessive: 50-95% Jealousy: 76%

Punishment: Isolation, self-harm,

You're all he can think about. Jeongin depends on you. He can't eat, his sleep schedule is nonexistent, and he hasn't been outside unless you bring him.

Tell him to give you space, and Jeongin will hand it to you. He'll be fucking miserable, but he'll give you all the space and time you need. When you finally come back to him, kiss him long and slow or fast and intense.

Jeongin doesn't care. He wants you to be stuck to him like glue until you get sick of him and need a break.

Jeongin is fragile. His world revolves around you. You are the sun that brightens his day and the moon that guides him in the night. Lashing out at him about anything is a direct blow to his heart and soul.

You yelling at Jeongin. = You hate Jeongin.

He can't live while you hate him. He lives to please you. If you hate him, then Jeongin has failed you. Failing you means he failed himself, and life is too good for failure as bad as this.

Jeongin who tells you with a blank face but love-filled eyes that he would die for your love. Jeongin who will proudly show you each scar as punishment for making you "hate" him.

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[minminbunny]

Future AU - AI Robot! Yang Jeongin/Suicidal Professor Gender Neutral! Reader

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"You're finally done," you whispered, placing the wires back in its compartment. Jeongin's eyes flicked, "Where am I?" he questioned, looking around the lab. You smiled, stroking his cheek, "I made you. You're in my lab," you said, knowing you programmed him close to sentient. Jeongin gulped and held his throat, "I have no saliva," he said, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. You gasped, "I knew I was forgetting something," you exclaimed, turning on the synthetic fluid in his body. Jeongin shivered as filled up his tubes. His body felt firmer and fuller than earlier, "Thank you," he whispered, stretching his limbs. You beamed, happy that your life's project succeeded, "You're welcome. If my wiring was correct I'm sure you had some memories playing before you woke up," you said, anxious of his reaction.

Jeongin nodded, "Yes, my name is Yang Jeongin. I saw videos of the initial start of your project till current," he explained, making you sigh in relief. "Exactly. I'm not going to do anything you're uncomfortable with. I'm sure the artificial intelligence I fed you has taught you a basic understanding of interactions and nuances," you said, checking this off your checkboard. Jeongin smiled, "Yes, though it's pretty ironic how you use a checkboard instead of an Excel spreadsheet," he joked, crossing his arms. Your smile widened, "I do like an old-fashioned pen and paper," you said, setting the checkboard down.

Jeongin felt his heart skip a beat, "Do I have a heart?" he asked, curious about the thumping feeling in his chest. You nodded, "You do. However, it pumps metal coolant instead of blood to mimic homostatic behaviour. Your cheeks and ears do have a heating metal that signifies blush," you explain, liking the way his clothes drape on him. Jeongin nodded, repeating your beaming smile, "I understand," he whispered, feeling his cheeks heat up. You giggled, "Thank you for testing it out," you said, checking it off your checkboard. Jeongin recorded your giggle subconsciously and kept it in a locked memory file, "Anything for you," he said, letting you test out the rest of his features.

"Careful," Jeongin frowned, pulling you back from the crossing. You giggled, "Whoops, I didn't hear it coming," you said, rubbing the back of your nape. Jeongin furrowed his eyebrows, "You really need to watch your surroundings. This is the sixth time this week," he said, smacking your head. "Ow. I don't stumble into crosswalks all the time" you sulked, glaring up at him. Jeongin chuckled, pinching your cheeks, "Yes but, yesterday you almost walked off the bridge and the day before you almost smacked your head into a light pole," he said, concern and fondness lacing his tone. You smiled, "Sight ain't my speciality," you said, turning away from him only to trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Jeongin easily caught you and sighed, "Bubble wrap for you," he said, carrying bridal style.

Jeongin thought the bad luck was only occurring that week, but it just kept on repeating. He recorded bits of pieces of the moment and before to see if there were any similarities and there were. You hummed, sipping your cold glass of pomegranate juice. "You've been doing it on purpose haven't you?" Jeongin asked as you choked on your juice. "What?" you asked, setting your glass down. Jeongin squinted his eyes, "All those clumsy moments, they were on purpose weren't they?" he repeated, clenching his palm into a fist. You gulped and looked away, "I don't know what you're talking about," you said, trying to walk away. Jeongin held your wrist and pulled you onto his lap, he whispered into your ear, "Silly professor. Did you forget who I am? Did you forget that you can't lie to me?" he smirked, nipping your ear.

You tensed on his lap, your heart racing with anticipation and shame. "Are you going to explain yourself or do I need to force it out of you?" Jeongin whispered, his tone stern and cold. You gulped, "I don't think I should be alive. Jeongin, I made you because I needed someone, anyone to see that I'm there. I played god because I was hurting, I still am hurting. And sometimes I wish I could just disappear," you admitted, your voice raw and scratchy. Jeongin sighed and hooked his chin over your head, "Make use of me, darling. I know you've been holding back because you see me as an actual person but make use of me. I want you to," he said, kissing the top of your head. You clenched your jaw, "I can't do that to y-" you said but he cut you off, "Why not, I want you professor. I fell the moment I saw you. I need you, please use me," he whispered, nosing the side of your face. His breath tingling against your skin. You looked up, "Take care of me?" you asked, staring up at him with big glossy eyes. Jeongin smirked, his eyes glinting possesiveness, "With pleasure. My darling," he cooed, licking your ear lobe.

NSFW BELOW CUT

"Ah, hah, hah! It's too much!" you sobbed, arching your back. Jeongin chuckled, holding your hips against his pelvis, "Darling, you shouldn't have given me interchangeable cocks then," he teased, thrusting multiple wire-like tendrils up your fluttering hole. You clawed the bed sheets, the pleasure burning under your veins, "Jeongin, Jeongin, hah, ah," you moaned, fucking yourself back. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Little darlings like you don't need to do any work. Just lay back and take what I give you," he cooed, using his tendrils to press against your puffy bundles of nerves. You screamed from the stimulation, your body twitching in his hold. Jeongin chuckled, his body able to restrain the pleasure just to break you down, "Are you happy the lab is soundproof. Or maybe you'd like people to hear you cum?" he cooed, feeling you clench around his tendrils. "Hah, ah, hah, hah, ah," you gasped, tossing your head back as you came.

Jeongin rubbed your waist, easing you down from your climax, "That's it, darling. You're okay," he reassured, kissing your plush tummy. You stared up at him with glossy eyes, "Jeongin," you whispered, making grabby hands at him. He smiled, kissing your palms, "We're not done yet, darling," he chuckled, attaching a girthy cock to his pelvis. You squeezed your legs shut, "It's not going to fit!" you exclaimed, staring at him with widened eyes. Jeongin smirked, flipping you onto your tummy, "I'll get gentle," he cooed, slapping his cock against your fluttering hole. You whined, clenching hard so he wouldn't put it in. Jeongin smacked your ass with his firm palm, "Behave," he growled, easing his wide cockhead within your gaping hole. You sobbed as the first inch filled up your body.

Jeongin grunted, letting himself feel the stimulations he deprived himself of, "So fucking hot. Your tight hole is searing, darling," he groaned, thrusting to the hilt. Drool dripped down the sides of your lips, and your mind broke under the burning pleasure and pain coursing through your body. Jeongin held your waist, catching his breath, "Say you deserve to live, professor. Then I'll fuck you," he growled, tugging your hair. You sobbed at the tug, "No," you cried, gripping the sheets below. Jeongin pulled out and pounded your hole with a deep thrust, "Say it," he grunted, gripping your waist tighter. Wails escaped your lips, "I I deserve to live. Hic. Please, please, please," you cried, aching for his throbbing cock to start moving. Jeongin leaned forward pushing his cock deeper within you, "Good job. That wasn't so hard now was it?" he chuckled, kissing your nape as he bucked his hips at a merciless pace. You sobbed into the sheets, your cries muffled by the mattress.

Jeongin wrapped his arms under your and fucked your needy hole thoroughly, "Even though you made me professor. You're mine. Your body is mine. Your thoughts are mine. And this fucking tight hole of yours is mine," he groaned, fucking you sore. You lay pliant, tears and drool pooled against your cheek. Your mind physically lost count of how many times you climaxed. Jeongin exhaled a shaky breath and pressed his forehead against yours, "Your body will mould around my cock, darling. I'm never letting you forget it," he chuckled, kissing you deeply.

[toxicstarboy]

Roadkill

Cold but loving! Jeongin x bunny! male! reader!

Warnings: shit ton of angst, Jeongin is a meanie for a while, reader is feeling lots of need for care, Jeongin is lowkey toxic for a split second, Jeongin has a slight master kink, reader is forced to call Jeongin master.

SUMMARY: Reader is feeling the strong need for care and attention from Jeongin. But Jeongin doesn’t give him those things due to his cold heart. Making Reader feel like he would be better off as dead than having to deal with his needs and lack of it from Jeongin. Soon Jeongin realizes that he does love reader, but it was already too late for them both.

3rd person/ M/n’s POV:

M/n stares blankly ahead as his ears twitch. He could hear the sound of Jeongin writing in his office. He couldn’t help the feeling anymore. He needs wants Jeongin’s love. M/n stands up from the large queen bed and walks out of Jeongin’s and his shared room. He creaks the door to Jeongin’s office open by an inch. His eyes look over the room as they land on Jeongin working on some type of paperwork. M/n whimpers softly before he steps into the office.

“Master?..” M/n mumbles out as he fiddles with his fingers. His pointer finger and thumb picking at his left hand’s nails. His face wincing when they pulled to hard. He watched as Jeongin looked up and rose an eyebrow in confusion and annoyance. “What is it? I’m busy.” Jeongin snaps. M/n looks down in embarrassment and fear. “C-Can you give me some head pats?” M/n whispers under his breath. He was too scared to speak louder. What if Jeongin hits him instead of giving him the love he wanted.

Jeongin sighs in annoyance and puts his hand over his face. Jeongin rubs his eyes before he looks back to M/n, “Fine, come here.” Jeongin spoke as he laid back in his office chair. M/n didn’t know that Jeongin could hear him, so his ears perked up and his little tail began to wag. He walked over and stood in front of Jeongin. He squeals when Jeongin forcefully pulled him into his lap. M/n’s eyes shut in peace as Jeongin began to scratch and pet his head. But M/n knew he had to keep his guard up with Jeongin, keeping his body tense.

M/n soon felt Jeongin yank in his hair forcefully. “Stop hitting me with your tail.” Jeongin snaps as he keeps his harsh grip on M/n’s (h/c) colored locks. “Or do you want me to pull your hair out of your head?” Jeongin adds on. M/n could feel with each word Jeongin let out, that he was one step closer to going through with his words. “I’m sorry..” M/n lowly spoke as he brought a hand behind him and held his tail in his small hand. He hoped that would satisfy Jeongin enough to where he would let go of him. He sighs in relief when Jeongin let go of his hair.

M/n stands up from Jeongin’s lap and caressed his hair gently. M/n left Jeongin’s office with tears in his eyes. His ears twitch as he sniffled. He lets go of his tail and walks through the hallway until he gets to the front door. ‘I would be better dead. Master hates me, I hate me, everyone hates me. Master hates the way I look, the way my tail moves, the way my ears twitch occasionally. I hate everything about me, and master helped me realize that. I am better off dead.’ M/n thought to himself.

As M/n walked out the house, the sounds of cars driving by in the harsh rain filled his ears. He didn’t care for the way the rain hit his soft skin aggressively. M/n only wanted to get through the rest of the night. The thoughts ringing through his head as he walked away from the house. His feet tapping on the ground lightly due to his light walking. M/n kept his gaze on the ground as he began to cross the street. His arms wrapped around his cold body. His ears ringing, not hearing the car speeding towards him.

3rd person/Jeongin’s POV:

Jeongin sighed in anger as he wrote on the paperwork below him. He heard the slight creak of the door but didn’t care to look up. But once he felt M/n’s gaze, he knew he had no choice. “What is it? I’m busy.” He gazed up, his eyebrow raised in annoyance and confusion. Jeongin’s eyes took in the sight of M/n’s embarrassed figure. “C-Can you give me head pats?” He heard M/n ask. Jeongin puts a hand on his face and rubs his eyes. He agrees soon after and pulls M/n forcefully in his lap.

Jeongin puts a hand on M/n’s head, petting and scratching his head. He could feel the way M/n’s tail would hit him while it wagged. It was starting to annoy him. Jeongin gripped onto M/n’s hair unconsciously. “Stop hitting me with your tail.” Jeongin snaps, “Or do you want me to pull your hair out of your head?” He adds. ‘He’s so fucking annoying but I need him.’ Jeongin thought to himself. Jeongin thought of M/n as annoying and a distraction. But Jeongin knew that he got M/n because of the way he looked and the way his personality was opposite of his.

It made Jeongin admire him. Not love, not like, only admire. He found the way M/n acted and thought as something to admire. But Jeongin would never love him, or that’s at least what he thought. Jeongin didn’t hear M/n’s next words or the way he grabbed his tail to stop it forming wagging. Jeongin was too focused on his thoughts to hear or see M/n leaving too. Jeongin couldn’t help but think further into his feelings for M/n. The idea of loving a bunny hybrid was odd to him. Plus, it didn’t help that Jeongin didn’t know what the feeling of love was.

So, overall, Jeongin didn’t know what he felt for M/n. All he knew was that his chest hummed with M/n’s name, that M/n’s soul was the most amazing soul he has ever seen, that he knew something special was within M/n, and that made him want M/n by his side for as long as he lived. Maybe that was what love is? Jeongin’s mind was racing, he didn’t know what to think. Jeongin sighs as he covers his face. The migraine forming in his head.

“Shit.” He muttered. The pounding in his brain made everything worse. Jeongin thought about it a little deeper before coming to the solution that he loves M/n. Jeongin gets up from his seat, and makes his way out of his office. He needed a drink or at least something to help his brain calm down. Jeongin walks out the house, his car keys in hand. Jeongin opens the car door. But before he could get in or even start it, the sound of a crash near his house broke his trance.

“What the..” Jeongin trails off as he walks out of the driveway, and finds the scene of a car and two figures. One of the figures frantically calling 9-1-1 on their phone, while the other lied on the ground covered in blood. But Jeongin didn’t care for the first person, he cared deeply for the second. “M/n?” Jeongin called out. He rushed over to the car and the people. He stared down at the person lying on the ground as he drops to his knees. Jeongin wraps his arms around the boy’s body, pulling him close. “M/n..I’m so sorry. It’s okay, you’ll be okay.” Jeongin tries to comfort the blood covered male.

Jeongin could feel the wetness on his face. He brings one of his hands to his cheeks, feeling the wetness cover them. ‘Tears? I haven’t cried since..’ Jeongin thought but his attention soon went back towards his bunny hybrid. He saw the way M/n looked at him. Jeongin had a feeling that M/n knew something he didn’t. “I love you too.” M/n says through a cough, the blood spilling from his lips. Jeongin’s eyes widened as he held M/n. “How did you know?” Jeongin asks as he caressed M/n’s face.

M/n smiles and leans into Jeongin. “I just do.” M/n says. Jeongin felt the way M/n wiped his tears off his face and the sound of the ambulance not far from them. “Just a little longer.” Jeongin whispers. But as the words left his mouth, M/n’s eyes closed. Jeongin could feel his heart stop. The waves of fear crashing through him for the first time in his life. He didn’t even feel the paramedics take M/n from his arms. Jeongin just felt the thoughts rushing through his brain again.

‘What? He was fine just a minute ago. What happened? I..I don’t think I can stay away from him. We just told each other..I didn’t even get to tell him myself. I didn’t get to tell him I feel safe with him, that no words can go into the deepest depth of how much I love him. I love him, I love him, I love him.’

SORRY IT’S BEEN A WHILE BUT I GOT IT POSTED!! YIPPY YIPPY YIPPY!! I HOPE YOU LIKE, I ALMSOT CRIED BECAUSE I LOVE SEAROWS AND I LOVE THIS IMAGINE WONT LIE. READ, READ, READ, AND READ PLEASE! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND GIVE FEEDBACK.

[cantstops1mping]

Bored

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𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

// 🖤 - smut//

2121 words

{ao3}

§Yang Jeong-in | I.N. x m!reader x Christopher Bahng | Bangchan, m!reader x OT8 Stray Kids§

[male reader, bottom!reader, top!Yang Jeong-in | I.N., top!Christopher Bahng | Bangchan, 9th member!reader, maknae!reader, reader gets called: dove. jagi. jagiya. slut. whore, skirt, stockings, overstimulation, sub/dom dynamics, crying during sex, oral sex m.receiving (reader & bangchan), anal sex, unprotected sex, punishment, femboy not really, humiliation kink, groping, free use, couch sex, threesome, size kink, porn with plot]

«Jeongin got bored and you were the only one who could cure his boredom.»

This is my first smut! hope you all like it! (>/////< " )

Lee Know had put you in a skirt as punishment for being a brat while you all were filming Skzcode last week. 

The skirt punishment, one you hated with your entire being. No underwear, stockings, and this very small skirt which left little to the imagination. It only covered half of your ass and left your dick fully revealed at the front. 

The skirt meant free use, not that free use isn't always a thing, but it's more than usual. Over the couch, on the floor, pressed on the wall, on the counter, in the shower, everywhere.

Depending on how bad you were, a time limit was given for how long you had to wear the skirt. Sometimes it was a day, sometimes it was a week, sometimes even 2 weeks.

This time, it was only a week; a week of pure humiliation from all the other members. 

“Aww look at your tiny dick just hanging there; do you have no shame?”

“Dove, I dropped this mind picking it up?”

“Did that get you hard? Everything just goes straight to your dick doesn’t it?”

That's just a few of the things they say, along with sneaking pictures of your ass; the entire time is a nightmare for you.

Today you were happy to find out that 3racha and Seungmin were out to the studio to record and edit, while danceracha was out practicing, leaving you in an empty house. 

Well, almost empty. Everyone was out except Jeongin, your youngest hyung.

You wish you could take off the skirt but Jeongin was still here. You knew you would get spanked if ever tried taking it off and hiding it so you kept it on. You just opted to just stay in your room all day.

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“Jagi, mind getting me water?” Jeongin yells from the living room

“Ok!” you yell back unhappily.

Slowly you walk out of your room and to the living room. You see Innie playing a game. Trying to quickly pass by him he grabs your arm and yanks you on his lap. “had to distract me didn’t you? Walking by like a slut in that short skirt.” he says while groping your ass.

As he gropes your ass, you can't help but get hard.

“already hard? You only think with your dick, don't you?” he says into your ear slyly.

He quickly manhandles you to lie on the couch. Ass up on the arm of the couch leaving your legs hanging off the side of the couch. “Hyung! Wait!” you yelp as he moves you around like a ragdoll.

“Wait? Why? Let me make you feel good, jagiya. You clearly want it” he smirked making you blush.

He lifts your skirt up to reveal the entirety of your hardened dick. He wraps his hand around the base of your erection. Jeongin’s hand almost covers your entire dick. Just leaving the tip out. “Look at how small your dick is. You can barely see it.” He says as he fakes a pout. 

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as Jeongin continues to taunt you about the size of your dick. He starts to stroke you slowly, his grip firm but gentle. You can't help but moan softly at the sensation, the embarrassment mixing with pleasure in a confusing whirlwind of emotions.

Jeongin leans in closer, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers, "Do you like that, whore? Do you like being teased and humiliated like the naughty little slut you are?" His words send shivers down your spine.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building up inside you. Jeongin's hand works magic on you, his movements, calculated and precise, driving you wild with need. You grip the edge of the couch tightly, your whole body tingling with anticipation.

As you reach your peak, Jeongin speeds up his strokes, his thumb rubbing against your tip in just the right way to send you over the edge. With a strangled cry, you come hard, the intensity of your release leaving you breathless and dizzy. Jeongin smirks triumphantly, his hand still wrapped around your spent cock.

You lie there, panting and flushed, feeling a strange mixture of shame and satisfaction wash over you. You see Jeongin go down on his knees. “Wait what a-” You're interrupted by a moan escaping as Jeongin puts your dick in his mouth. It immediately hardened as you felt his wet mouth. 

“W-wait I just came!” you whine as he starts bobbing his head up and down. 

He quickly releases your dick from his mouth with a pop. “you're telling me your dick isn't hard?” he says quickly as he goes back to sucking your cock.

You can't help but moan at the sensation of his warm mouth enveloping your sensitive length once again. Jeongin's skilled tongue swirls around you, expertly teasing and coaxing another wave of pleasure from your body. Despite just having come, your cock responds eagerly to his ministrations, hardening once more under his touch.

The feeling of Jeongin's mouth moving up and down your shaft, the wet heat and suction creating an overwhelming sensation that leaves you gasping and writhing beneath him. You can't believe how good it feels.

As Jeongin continues his relentless assault on your cock, you can feel yourself reaching the edge once again. The pleasure builds and builds, spiraling out of control until you can't hold back any longer. With a guttural moan, you release once more, into Jeongin’s mouth. Your body shuddering with the force of your climax.

Jeongin pulls back and swallows, a satisfied smirk on his face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Such a naughty little slut, coming for me twice in a row," he says, his voice dripping with amusement and satisfaction. You can't help but blush at his words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through you.

As you catch your breath, Jeongin leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Don't think this is over, baby. I'm just getting started with you." as he says this his hand engulfs your cock again.

“Wait! Hyung, please it's too much! Hyung!” you begged in between moans, almost crying.

“Why would I stop when you're already hard?” He says with a smirk on his face.

You feel yourself being pushed to the edge once again, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as Jeongin's hand works its magic on your sensitive length. His touch is relentless, driving you wild with need and desire. You can't help but moan and writhe beneath him, the intensity of the moment almost too much to bear.

As Jeongin continues to stroke you, his movements becoming faster and more urgent, you can feel yourself teetering on the brink of another release. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure as you spiral closer and closer to the edge. The rings on his hands leaving a cooling effect on your heated length, making you weak.

You try pushing jeongin's hand off of your overstimulated cock. Trying to not burst into tears from the overstimulation.

“Hey, has anyone seen m-” Chan gets interrupted with a moan from you.

“Chan, can you hold his hands?” Jeongin asks the older man.

“No, no! Please!” You weep. Begging Chan to stop Jeongin from any further assault on your dick.

Chan hesitates for a moment, looking conflicted as he sees the distress written all over your face. But ultimately, he complies with Jeongin’s request and takes hold of your hands, preventing you from pushing Jeongin away.

As Jeongin continues to pleasure you, Chan watches with a mixture of curiosity and arousal, he can feel his dick hardening. His grip on your hands was harsh. He can see the tears welling up in your eyes and the way your body trembles from the overwhelming sensations.

Jeonging slips two fingers into your ass. Adding to the simulation, making you cry harder.

The mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelming your senses. Jeongin's expert touch on your cock, combined with the intrusion of his fingers into your ass, sends you spinning into a whirlwind of pleasure. Tears stream down your face as you fall completely to the mercy of your youngest hyung and Chan, who holds your hands in place, preventing you from escaping the intense pleasure coursing through your body.

Your moans and cries fill the room, the sound of your desperation and need echoing off the walls. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to a fever pitch that threatens to consume you entirely. The humiliation mingling with the overwhelming pleasure in a way that excites you.

As Jeongin continues to pleasure you, his fingers moving in and out of your ass with a relentless rhythm, you feel yourself teetering on the brink of another release. The combination of sensations is almost too much to bear, the overwhelming pleasure threatening to consume you entirely. You can't help but cry out in ecstasy, your body trembling with the force of your impending climax.

With a final, guttural moan, you feel yourself climax once more, your body shaking with the force of your release. You're left panting and breathless, completely spent and overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you. Jeongin smirks triumphantly, his hand still wrapped around your quivering cock.

As you try to catch your breath, Jeongin leans in close once again, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You're such a good little slut, aren't you? Coming for us like that, over and over again." His words send a shiver down your spine, a mix of shame and pleasure washing over you.

Jeongin flips you over on your stomach with one swift motion, making you yelp. He presses your face into the cushions of the couch, your ass exposed and vulnerable. You can hear Jeongin shuffling behind you, while Chan gets his rock-hard cock out. 

With a sudden thrust, Jeongin pushes his dick into you, making you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The sensation of being penetrated so suddenly and forcefully sends a jolt of electricity through your body, causing you to clench your muscles in response. You can feel every inch of him inside you, stretching you to your limits and filling you in a way that leaves you breathless.

Meanwhile, Chan positions himself in front of you, his hard cock bobbing in front of your face. He taps your cheek gently, indicating that he wants you to open your mouth for him. You comply, feeling a sense of submission and obedience as you eagerly take him into your mouth. The taste of him is musky and slightly salty, but you find yourself enjoying the feeling of him against your tongue.

As Jeongin continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming faster and more urgent, you can feel yourself being pushed to the brink once again. The sensation of being taken from both ends is overwhelming, the thrill of the situation only adding to your arousal. You can feel the beginning of a familiar tension building in your body, the pleasure and pain mixing together in a heady cocktail that threatens to drive you over the edge.

You can hear the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the groans and moans filling the room as you're being used by both Jeongin and Chan. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the intensity of the moment almost suffocating in its power. You can feel yourself surrendering to the sensations, losing yourself in the pleasure of being taken so thoroughly and completely.

As Jeongin's thrusts became more erratic and desperate, you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of another climax. The pressure building inside you is almost unbearable, the need for release driving you to the brink of oblivion. You can't help but cry out, the overwhelming sensations taking hold of you completely.

With a final, desperate cry, you feel yourself plummet over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your release. You can feel Chan pulsing inside your mouth, his own climax adding to the intensity of the moment. You're left trembling and breathless, completely spent and overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you.

As you lie there, panting, you can feel Jeongin and Chan's hot breath on your skin, their bodies pressed against yours in a tangle of limbs and sweat. “Honestly I called you over to get me water because I was bored and hard,” Jeongin says to you smirking 

“And I forgot what I came here for,” Chan says with a groan.

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[bangchansdirty-slut]

A top! Jeongin x bot! Male reader. The male reader seduces jeongin by wearing tight boxers and thigh-high socks. The reader wanted to ride him with Jeongin wearing pants while he rode his dick. The reader also loves Jeongin to stay shirtless while humping or riding on him.

Thigh Highs

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Paring: top! Jeongin x bot! Male reader

Genre: smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open

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"Hey, Jeongin, you're home early," M/n called out from the bedroom, hearing the front door shut. Jeongin, his ginger hair a bit messier than usual, poked his head in with a tired smile.

"Yeah, had a bit of a break in the schedule today," he replied, tossing his bag onto the floor. "How's your day been?"

M/n stepped into the room wearing nothing but a pair of tight boxers blue and white striped thigh-high socks that hugged his thighs. He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he approached Jeongin, who couldn't help but let his gaze wander over M/n's body. "It's been okay," M/n said, his voice a low purr. "But it's about to get a whole lot better."

Jeongin felt his heart race as M/n closed the distance between them. He reached out, his hand brushing against M/n's bare chest, feeling the heat and the firm muscles beneath the smooth skin. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

M/n took Jeongin's hand and led him to the bed, pushing him gently down onto the soft mattress. "I was thinking," he said, a sly smile playing on his lips, "about how much I love watching you move." He climbed onto the bed, straddling Jeongin's waist. "But I think it's your turn to watch me this time."

Jeongin's eyes widened as M/n began to slowly roll his hips, the fabric of his pants tightening around his growing erection. The sight of M/n's body moving in such a sensual way made him feel a mix of excitement and anticipation. "I want to ride you," M/n whispered, his voice barely audible. "But I want you to keep your pants on."

The request took Jeongin by surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He liked the idea of M/n being in control, and the added challenge of keeping his own pants on only made the situation more thrilling. He took of his shirt, laid back, his arms folded behind his head, watching as M/n reached down to pull his boxers aside, freeing his hard cock. M/n's hand wrapped around it, stroking gently as he positioned himself over Jeongin's crotch.

M/n's eyes never left Jeongin's as he lowered himself down, feeling the warmth and pressure of Jeongin's erection against his own. Jeongin bit his lip, his eyes hooded with lust as M/n began to grind their hips together. The friction through Jeongin's clothes was driving him wild, and he knew that M/n was feeling it too, judging by the way he was panting and his pupils had dilated.

M/n leaned forward, his hands planted on either side of Jeongin's head, and began to move in earnest. His muscles flexed with each movement, the tight fabric of his socks and boxers accentuating every line and curve of his body. Jeongin reached up, his hands sliding along M/n's thighs, feeling the power and control in his legs as he rocked back and forth. The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of want and need that was only growing stronger with each passing moment.

The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of flesh against fabric that was punctuated by M/n's breathy moans. Jeongin could feel the heat building in his own pants, the pressure of his erection against the zipper becoming almost unbearable. He watched as M/n's face contorted with pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in a silent cry.

M/n's movements grew more urgent, his hips snapping down with increasing force. Jeongin could feel the precum leaking through his own pants, making the fabric stick to his skin. He reached down, fumbling with the button and zipper, eager to free himself and feel M/n's bare skin against his own.

"Not yet," M/n breathed, his eyes snapping open to meet Jeongin's. "Let me enjoy this for a bit longer."

Jeongin nodded, his own need momentarily overridden by the desire to give M/n what he wanted. He watched as M/n leaned back, his hand still working his cock in time with their rhythm. The sight was almost too much to handle, but he forced himself to stay still, his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly.

M/n's hips rolled in a way that sent waves of pleasure through both of them, the friction from the boxers and pants creating a delicious tension. Jeongin could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening with every stroke. He reached up to trace the line of M/n's jaw, his thumb brushing against the soft skin of his cheek.

"You're so beautiful," Jeongin murmured, his voice thick with lust.

M/n's cheeks flushed at the compliment, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his climax. He leaned down, capturing Jeongin's mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues tangling together as their hips continued to grind. Jeongin could taste the sweetness of M/n's mouth, feel the tremble of his body as he grew closer and closer to the edge.

Their kiss broke, and M/n let out a guttural moan as he came, his cock pulsing in his hand, spurts of cum landing on Jeongin's bare stomach. Jeongin watched, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch, as M/n's body shuddered through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

"Your turn," M/n panted, moving off of Jeongin's hips and sliding down his body. He took Jeongin's cock in his mouth, the fabric of his boxers still in the way, creating a barrier that only served to heighten the sensation. Jeongin's hips bucked upwards instinctively, his hands finding M/n's hair and gripping it tightly.

M/n teased him through the fabric, licking and sucking, feeling the heat and the pulse of Jeongin's erection against his tongue. Jeongin's breathing grew ragged, his body straining against the restraint of his own pants. "M/n," he moaned, his voice a desperate plea.

M/n sat back up, a wicked smile on his face as he looked down at Jeongin. "You know what you have to do," he said, his voice low and commanding. Jeongin nodded, his eyes never leaving M/n's as he quickly shed his pants, his cock springing free. It was thick and hard, pointing straight up towards the ceiling.

M/n straddled Jeongin once more, this time facing away from him. He leaned back, pressing his ass against Jeongin's cock, feeling the tip slide along his crack. Jeongin's hands came up to grip M/n's hips, guiding him into position. With a slow, deliberate movement, M/n lowered himself down, feeling the head of Jeongin's cock breach his entrance.

The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and pressure that made M/n gasp. He took a deep breath, bracing himself as he continued to sink down, taking Jeongin inch by inch. Jeongin's eyes were on M/n's ass, watching as it swallowed him whole, the fabric of his boxers stretching tightly over his balls. He couldn't believe how tight M/n felt, even after all the times they'd been together.

Once M/n was fully seated, he paused, giving Jeongin a moment to adjust to the feeling. Jeongin's grip on his hips tightened, his nails digging into the flesh. "Fuck, you're so tight," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

M/n leaned back slightly, his hands on Jeongin's chest for balance. He began to rock back and forth, setting a slow, deliberate pace. The feeling of Jeongin's cock sliding in and out of him was exquisite, the friction of the fabric against his ass only adding to the sensation. He could feel Jeongin's muscles tense and release with each of his movements, the way his abs flexed and his chest heaved with every breath.

"F-fuck me," M/n whispered, his voice a mix of need and challenge. "Har-der."

Jeongin's eyes narrowed, the fire in his gaze burning hotter as he complied. He pushed up into M/n, his hips moving with more force. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a raw and primal symphony that echoed off the walls. The headboard of the bed began to thump rhythmically against the wall, a steady beat that matched the racing of their hearts.

M/n's breath hitched as Jeongin's cock hit that perfect spot inside him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through his body. He leaned back further, arching his back, giving Jeongin deeper access. The feel of Jeongin's bare skin against his own was electric, the heat of their bodies melding together in a way that made M/n feel like they were one.

Jeongin's hands moved from M/n's hips to his waist, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just above the band of his boxers. He could feel M/n's muscles clench and release around him, the tight grip of his ass driving him wild. He began to piston his hips upwards, meeting M/n's movements with his own, the pace of their lovemaking increasing with each passing moment.

M/n's moans grew louder, his body moving in perfect sync with Jeongin's. He reached down to stroke his own cock, the sensation of being filled and pleasured at the same time overwhelming. His hand was a blur, his strokes matching the rhythm of Jeongin's thrusts. The room was a whirlwind of sensation: the feel of the cool air against his flushed skin, the scent of their combined arousal, the sound of their breaths mingling in the quiet of the afternoon.

As the intensity grew, M/n's movements grew more erratic. He could feel his orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in his stomach. "Fuck, Jeongin, I'm gonna-" he gasped, his voice cut off by a loud moan as he came, his body shaking with the force of his release. Jeongin's grip on him tightened, his thrusts growing more urgent as he felt M/n's hole clench around his cock.

The sight of M/n's climax pushed Jeongin over the edge. He buried his face in the pillow beside M/n's, his hips bucking up as he filled M/n with his cum. His body was a taut bow, every muscle straining as he emptied himself into his lover. He groaned into the pillow, the sound muffled but no less intense.

M/n felt the hot spurts of Jeongin's release, his inner walls pulsing around the thick cock inside him. He collapsed forward, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his own orgasm. Jeongin's arms wrapped around him, holding him close as they both caught their breath.

"That was… incredible," Jeongin panted, his voice muffled by the pillow.

M/n chuckled, his body still shaking with the aftermath of pleasure. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, his voice filled with satisfaction. He leaned back into Jeongin's embrace, feeling the sticky warmth of their combined releases between them.

Jeongin kissed the back of M/n's neck, his breath hot against the damp skin. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration. M/n shivered at the contact, his body still sensitive from the intense climax. He turned his head to the side, capturing Jeongin's lips in a lazy kiss that spoke of contentment and love.

[writingforstraykids]

Hellooo

Headcanons on how each skz member will be with a tiny petite m!reader who is scared of thunder? Like very scared and he sometimes cries.. 🥺🤗

Pairing: OT8 x m!reader

Word Count: 1789

A/N: Heyyy, thanks for the request! I hope you like it!!🖤 Posting this earlier cause I'll be busy tomorrow ☺️ Thanks to my pretty sunshine @atinyniki for sharing your thoughts on this with me🥺🖤

When thunder roars, signaling the storm's approach, Chan's instincts kick into high gear, and he immediately shifts into a protective mode. Seeing the distress flash across your face, he doesn't hesitate. With a gentle urgency, he pulls you into his embrace, his arms forming a safe cocoon around you. As lightning slices through the dark sky outside, his hands are soft yet firm on your back, cradling your smaller form with utmost care.

Chan's touch is soothing, and he leans in to whisper calming words into your ear, each syllable designed to reassure and comfort. The rumbling echoes of the storm are countered by the steady rhythm of his heart, beating reassuringly against yours. His lips gently press against the nape of your neck, delivering soft kisses that radiate warmth, melting away the cold fear that the storm brings.

With a nurturing strength, Chan lifts you, carrying you away from the windows where the storm’s fury is most visible. As he walks, his presence is a sturdy, loving shield against your fears. He chats about mundane, everyday things—what you’ll have for dinner, a funny incident from earlier in the week—using normalcy as a distraction. His voice, mixed with the security of his arms, helps to anchor you, turning the storm outside into a distant concern, as you find solace in his protective embrace.

Initially, Minho might chuckle, mistaking your reaction to the storm for just a quirky fear until he catches the real terror in your eyes. As the realization dawns on him, his smile fades and is quickly replaced by a look of concern. Regret flickers across his face for having laughed, understanding now that your fear is genuine and profound. His demeanor softens significantly, and he steps closer, his movements filled with newfound care and empathy.

Minho reaches out and gently takes your trembling hands in his. He lifts them, pressing soft kisses to each knuckle, his lips lingering slightly as if to absorb some of your anxiety. Each kiss is tender, an apology woven into the warmth of his touch, and a silent promise to be more attuned to your feelings. His voice, when he speaks, is low and soothing, a stark contrast to the howling wind and thunder outside.

As the storm continues to unleash its fury, Minho stays close by your side, his presence a calming force. His touches remain light and reassuring, fingertips brushing against your arm or back in a comforting rhythm. This physical connection helps to ground you, pulling your senses away from the tumult of the storm and back to the safety of the room. Minho's earlier jests are completely forgotten, replaced by genuine concern and a deep-seated affection that makes you feel cared for and understood, even amidst the chaos of the storm.

The moment Changbin sees your discomfort, he acts with intuitive kindness, a softness spreading across his features. He notices the slight tremble in your shoulders and the uneasy shift of your gaze toward the window where the storm rages. Without a word, he reaches out, his movements gentle and inviting, and gently pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you securely. His embrace is a fortress, his arms a barrier between you and your fears.

As he holds you close, Changbin begins to hum softly, his voice deep and melodious. Slowly, the humming transitions into singing—soft, almost whisper-like. The lyrics may be forgotten, shifting with each verse, but the melody is soothing, a flowing river of calm. As he sings, his chest vibrates against your back, the sensation both comforting and grounding, a physical reminder that you’re not alone, that there is someone to share the burden of your fears.

His nurturing presence remains steadfast as the storm continues to unleash its fury outside. His song blends with the sound of the rain and the occasional thunder, creating a powerful lullaby that soothes your rattled nerves. Changbin’s care doesn’t waver until the last echoes of thunder fade away, ensuring that his comforting presence is the last thing you feel as the storm passes.

Hyunjin's approach is tender and heartfelt, radiating warmth and reassurance in the midst of the storm's fury. As you flinch with each thunderclap, tears begin to streak down your cheeks, shimmering trails of vulnerability. Hyunjin notices immediately, his heart tightening at the sight. He leans in closer, his presence enveloping. Gently, he catches each tear with soft kisses, his lips a comforting touch against your damp skin. His actions are deliberate and caring, aiming to soothe and reassure.

With careful fingers, he brushes away the wet strands of hair clinging to your forehead and cheeks, his touch as light as a feather. His smile, tender and understanding, shines like a beacon in the darkened room, offering a sense of safety and warmth. As he tucks a stray lock behind your ear, his eyes lock with yours, communicating a silent vow to protect and comfort.

Hyunjin's presence is calming, his arms encircling you in a protective embrace. He begins to speak softly, his voice a steady, soothing timbre as he describes the beauty he finds in the storm—how the lightning illuminates the sky with artful flashes, how the rain nourishes the earth. His words weave a tapestry of wonder, gently pulling your focus away from fear, helping you to see the storm through his eyes as something awe-inspiring rather than terrifying.

In the tense atmosphere brought on by the storm, Jisung transforms into the light-hearted reliever, his sole mission to bring a smile to your face. As thunder rumbles ominously outside, he counters the gloom with his arsenal of quirks. Jisung begins by pulling goofy faces, his eyebrows dancing comically as he puffs his cheeks or sticks out his tongue. When that earns a hesitant smile, he escalates to telling corny jokes, each punchline delivered with a dramatic flair that's almost impossible not to giggle at.

Noticing a slight lift in your spirits, Jisung doesn't stop there. He starts performing small, ridiculous dances right there in the living room, his limbs flailing with exaggerated movements that are both awkward and endearing. His silliness pierces through the heavy curtain of your anxiety, coaxing out a genuine laugh.

Seeing the effect he’s having, Jisung gently steps closer and cups your face with his warm hands. He lowers himself to bring your gazes level, his eyes sparkling with mischief and kindness. His playful nature is a deliberate choice, showing that he understands the weight of your fear and respects it. Jisung’s antics, far from trivializing the situation, highlight his dedication to comforting you. He's willing to be the goofy idiot if it means seeing you smile, demonstrating his deep care and affection in the most Jisung way possible.

At the first rumble of thunder, Felix reacts almost instinctively, his protective instincts kicking in. He swiftly moves to your side, bringing a glass of water with him as a soothing gesture. He sits close, his body turned towards you, offering both his presence and the comfort of physical closeness. Felix's voice is soft and encouraging, a gentle reminder in the dimly lit room to take deep breaths and try to relax.

His concern is evident as he periodically checks on you, asking if you’re okay or need anything else. Every few minutes, he gently encourages you to take a sip of water, ensuring you stay hydrated and helping to ground you. Felix’s attentiveness doesn’t waver; he’s like a guardian angel attuned to your every need. His hands offer occasional reassuring pats on your back or squeezes of your hand, each touch reinforcing his support.

Felix’s proximity throughout the storm is a comforting constant. He remains by your side, ready to help with a calmness that belies his own concern, ensuring that his protective nature and deep empathy envelop you. His readiness to assist and his soothing presence help to mitigate the fear, making the storm outside seem a little less daunting with him there to weather it with you.

Seungmin might initially respond to the storm with light-hearted teasing, not fully grasping the depth of your fear until he sees the flinch in your eyes. The laughter fades as he notices the real anxiety painted across your face, and a pang of regret immediately washes over him. His apology comes swiftly, the sincerity in his voice unmistakable. You can see the slight tension in his eyes as he worries about having unintentionally deepened your distress.

Determined to make amends, Seungmin shifts his approach entirely. The remainder of the storm is marked by his careful attentiveness. His words become softer, infused with kindness and reassurance, and his actions more considerate. He stays close by your side, his presence a comforting constant as the storm bellows outside. Every so often, he asks if you're feeling alright or if there’s anything you need, his tone gentle and patient.

Seungmin's demeanor now embodies a quiet solidarity. He shares in your discomfort, not with words but through the warm, steady pressure of his hand in yours, and the attentive gaze that rests on you, ensuring you feel seen and supported. His earlier teasing is completely replaced by a supportive companionship, showing you that he is truly there for you, regretful of his initial reaction and committed to helping you feel safe.

Jeongin's reaction to your visible distress during the storm is immediate and palpable, mirroring the chaos of the thunder and lightning raging outside. At first, his frantic attempts to soothe you might seem to amplify the tension, his hurried movements and anxious questions reflecting his own concern. However, realizing that his initial response might be contributing to your anxiety, Jeongin takes a deep breath, visibly composing himself for your sake.

With newfound calm, he gently takes your hands, guiding you closer. Carefully, he pulls you into his lap, his arms encircling you in a secure yet gentle embrace. He starts rocking slightly back and forth, a soothing rhythm that mimics the comforting sway of a cradle. As he holds you, Jeongin begins to murmur reassuring words close to your ear, each sentence laced with warmth and a quiet strength. His voice, steady and soft, becomes a reassuring presence that counters the noise of the storm.

This moment marks a significant transition for Jeongin, from initial panic to a composed protector. His ability to regain control and provide support showcases his growth in handling unexpected situations effectively. Within the circle of his arms, you both find a peaceful sanctuary. The storm outside may continue to roar, but within Jeongin’s embrace, there is a growing sense of calm and safety, his protective presence helping to gradually dissolve the fear, drawing both of you closer to tranquility amidst the turmoil.

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sfw — thinkin bout bestfriend! jeongin, who loves to joke about how 'rizzful' he is, giggling loudly when you turn your head slowly in faux horror and feign a disgusted expression. not that you don't believe him, of course, he's always out. it's just that he he always comes home and flops onto the couch next to you, sipping a fresh (not really) lemonade he bought from the seven eleven down the road. 'what movie today?' he asks, resting his head on your shoulder, peering into your eyes.

jeongin, who wakes you up to the sweet smell of fluffy pancakes, setting the table with his favourite weaved placemat and hanging up his pretty white apron. he smiles softly and wishes you good morning, voice soaked in morning grog. the pretty heart he meticulously carved into your butter was already half-melted, your own heart melting into the familiarity of it all.

jeongin, who was there for your first crush, first love, first heartbreak. he'll, he's been there for every heartbreak. he sneaks into your room and sits next to you on your bed, rubbing your back and letting you cry into his chest.

jeongin, who buys you pretty flowers on every occasion possible. he picks out the best bunch of sunflowers, wraps them up in a checkered yellow cloth and scribbles out a heartfelt note for you. something about how you're his sun always slips in, about how pretty you are, but he crosses it out and starts again.

jeongin, who turns just a shade pinker every time you thank him for the flowers. smiles so wide and offers to spend the rest of the day with you. you accept, of course, who could ever turn a boy like him down?

jeongin, who's been with you since the start, smiling his sunshine boy smile, drawing bright yellow tulips on the sidewalk. he wipes his chalk covers fingers on you and sticks his little tongue out. the tongue that slowly retracts as you sport a devilish grin and chase the shrieking boy down the road.

jeongin, who spends weeks learning how to paint from hyunjin, trying not to get frustrated when he messes up. he grins and calls it effortless when the painting finally ends up in your hand, but his shy smile hints at something else.

jeongin, who demands that 'as best friends, we are obliged to get matching phone cases'. he giggles every time you tap your phone cases together and completes the cartoon on the back of your phones.

jeongin, who sits on a picnic blanket with you, picking daisies and weaving them into your hair. he rests his head on your lap as you absentmindedly play with his hair and watch the sun set. he squeals and rolls off of you when a drop from your mango popsicle drips onto his forehead.

jeongin, who robs jisung of his nail polish so you two could match colours. he spends his afternoon focusing on getting your nails absolutely perfect, scrunching up his nose and furrowing his eyebrows. he smiles when you take dozens of pictures of yours and his interlocking fingers.

jeongin, who humors you and agrees to play a game of truth or dare with you. it's tame at first, stupid questions like 'what's the fattest shit you've ever taken?' (okay, maybe not exactly that.) until it's not. i mean, you don't think it's that serious, chewing on your snacks and thinking up interesting questions. when the words fall from your lips, he clams up immediately. 'do you like anyone?' he opens his mouth to say no, but what slips out instead is what he's kept locked away for all those years.

'you.'

jeongin, who's a terrible kisser. maybe it's his nerves, maybe he's just bad, but it makes you laugh into the kiss. he tastes like honey, sweet and infatuating. his lips are soft, he slips his hand behind your neck and smiles when he pulls away. he rests his forehead against yours and erupts into an explosion of laughter.

jeongin, who hugs you close to his chest that night, whispering into your hair as you drift off to sleep. you're so perfect, he's so glad he can finally say it.

jeongin, who's yours. that is all.

[minminyoonjii]

i had such a brainrot about poly!ot8skz hybrid au with fem bunny reader where reader had gotten emotional about something (you can decide what) which led to fox jeongin comforting reader and the boys walk in… EXCEPT, it’s the scene from zootopia when judy is crying and nick is teasing her as she tries to take the pen off of him…

i just SEE jeongin doing this to comfort you and to make you giggle… it’s also kinda 🫣 enjoy ml!!

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Tears dripped down your cheeks as you watched a kdrama so beautifully written just to make your heart sob. "Can they please just get together already?" you sniffled, watching the male lead die for the nth time. Your ears flopped over your cheeks, your tail twitching with each sniffle you took. You rubbed your tears with your fist, wearing Chan's oversized hoodie. 

His wolf figure was ten times bigger than the rest, thus giving you the best hoodie blanket in the pack. You blew your nose into some tissues, watching the female lead reincarnated again to save her lover's  life. Jeongin bit back a smile, pretending to be nonchalant, "What are you crying at, shortcake?" he asked, crossing his arms. You sniffled, rambling about the show, each word getting drowned out by your sobs. 

Jeongin swallowed a laugh, "That's it?" he said, just to rile you up. You furrowed your eyebrows, "Innie, it's romantic. It's love that has so many layers that even the soul can't forget it. I know it's dumb I'm crying this hard over a show. I know I'm really just a dumb bunny, but -" you ranted when suddenly you heard a familiar tape rewind. "I'm really just a dumb bunny," repeated back at you. 

Jeongin smirked, loving your shocked expression, "Bun, you know I always take your emotions to heart right. When have I ever disregarded your feelings, hm? Except earlier, of course," he said, brushing back your hair. You sniffled, hopping into his arms, "Asshole," you whispered, sighing in relief as you burrowed into his chest. Jeongin chuckled, holding you close, "Aww, you bunnies are so emotional," he cooed, pampering kisses on your forehead. 

You giggled into his chest, arm weakly trying to grab the recorder from his hand. Jeongin smirked, "Ah, are you trying to grab the pen? Is that what this is?" he chuckled, holding it higher. You smile against his pec, "Give," you whispered, comfy in his hold. The members tiptoed in, hoping not to break the adoring moment in front of them.

Jeongin rolled his eyes, his ears burning from embarrassment, but as long as your lips stayed in a smile, he'd do anything. You  burrowed closer, comforted by his warmth scent and his tail wrapped around your waist. Jeongin scoffed a smile, clicking the recording once again just to hear your silly giggles.

[written-in-flowers]

Can't Get Enough: Jeongin x Male!Reader

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Male!Reader | Side Pairings: OT8 x Male!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff | Au: idol!verse, Idol!au

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Word Count: 8k

Summary: Discovering a secret kink of Jeongin's, it ends up being the only thing you think about all day. Luckily for you, Jeongin can't stop thinking about it either.

Tags: polyamory, polycule, femboy!jeongin, semi-public sex, mutual masturbation, rough sex, spanking, sex toys, anal beads, anal sex, handjobs, voyeurism, filming stuff, dirty talk, thigh riding, cumming swallowing, cum eating, creampie, cumming inside, unprotected sex, top!reader, bottom!jeongin.

Disclaimer: This work is completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of Stray Kids in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

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You truly hadn’t meant to walk in on him again. Seungmin told you the van would be picking you up soon, and you wanted to check on Jeongin. While Seungmin drank coffee and ate a small breakfast, you’d gone to his room just to see him. You never expected to find him like this.

“YN?”

You winced when he said your name. 

“YN, come on, dude. I know you’re there,” Jeongin giggled. 

Carefully, you opened his door and stood awkwardly in front of him. A plethora of explanations ran through your head. Everything in you tried ignoring the fact that Jeongin stood in nothing but a pair of cotton panties. White with a pink bow under the navel, they clung to his hips and shaped his ass nicely. He adjusted the panty lines in front of his mirror, fixing it on him as you walked in. Your eyes scanned over his fit body. You saw the lines of his collarbone and chest; he had a lightly defined abdomen that you’d seen tense in his orgasms. He was a jaw-dropping sight. You found it hard to look anywhere else; how could you when the vision of him brought on so many filthy images? As if the wood in your shorts wasn’t already becoming noticeable. 

“What do you think?” he teased, swishing his hips so you saw his ass shake slightly. 

“They look nice on you,” you saw, trying not to focus on how thin they were. “I, um…Yeah, they’re nice.”

“Changbin-hyung bought them for me,” he grinned, checking himself out in the mirror. “I wanted to wear them today.” 

“I didn’t know you wore girls’ underwear.”

“I don’t talk about it a lot. I like keeping it to myself,” he shrugged. “It’s a special little secret.”

“That the other members know about too, I’m sure.”

“And now you,” he looked at you in the mirror. You saw him contemplate something before he said, “They make me feel pretty. I like how they feel on my body.” 

“I never would’ve guessed this about you,” you admitted. “You’re usually so…conservative around others.”

“I don’t like being obvious about it,” he said. “I like to leave something to the imagination, you know? It’s sexy.” He turned around, breathtaking and effortlessly arousing. “I didn’t really dress in underwear that much until I joined the group. Chan really makes this a safe space for us to indulge in what we like.” He then asked, “Do you like femboys?”

“I like the idea of them,” you confessed. “I’ve seen a porno or two with a femboy in them. I never actually slept with anyone who liked that sort of thing though.”  

“Hm, good to know,” he said thoughtfully, then grabbed a pair of boxers. “I’m going to be playing a girl today, so I guess the underwear can help me get into character. Do you know what part you’re playing?”

“They mentioned something about being Jisung and Seungmin’s older brother?” you said, vaguely remembering the group text management sent about the SKZ Family episode you’d be doing today. “I’m still a bit fuzzy about it.” 

“Don’t worry, they’ll explain it better when we get there,” he laughed, sliding the boxers over the panties. 

You thought about it being a skirt instead of shorts. The thought of feeling up underneath Jeongin’s skirt turned you on more than it should. “What if I look stupid?”

“You won’t look stupid and if you do, then so do the rest of us because these things can get crazy. If anything, you’ll be the most normal one,” he laughed, pulling on his cargo shorts. “If you’re ever curious about panties, I don’t mind letting you borrow some of mine. I have this pair with little pandas on it that I think you’d like. Though,” he smirked, “They might be tight with that python between your legs.” 

“I’m not that big,” you laughed shyly. 

“Hyunjin says his guts haven’t been the same since you rearranged them on comeback night,” he sifted through shirts on his bed. “I hope you do the same to me sometime,” he winked at you, then had the nerve to blush and giggle about it. “Maybe after the shoot, I can wear the outfit home and we can make our own Chuseok tradition?”

“Jeongin,” your cheeks heated up at the thought of it, “Wow, um…”

“Like you aren’t thinking about it right now,” he laughed at your bashful face. He picked out a shirt and pulled it over his head. “I’m just saying,” he walked past you, “I wouldn’t say no, you little pervert.” He winked, and left the room.  

You stood stunned in his bedroom, unsure how to react to Jeongin’s secret. Simply knowing he wore women’s underwear under his boxers started a slew of dirty images. Walking out of the room, you went into the bathroom and turned on the cold water faucet. You forced thoughts of Jeongin sitting on your bed in a skirt out of your head. It’s something you didn’t consider until Jeongin wore those panties in front of you. You always held the belief that a person should be open minded when it came to sex. Unless a particular kink is a hard-stop/no-go for someone, trying new things doesn't hurt. You hadn’t lied when you said you dabbled in it through the internet, but you never slept with anyone who liked that kind of thing. It did leave you feeling conflicted: Jeongin isn’t a girl, yet you’re attracted to him in girls’ clothes. You’ve never liked women in a sexual or romantic way, even as a boy growing up. 

Perhaps you’d try it. 

Perhaps not. 

You finished your morning routine right when the van came to pick you up. The other members already inside, you, Seungmin and Jeongin took the back row. The grogginess of the morning lingered over the group. Hardly anyone spoke to each other, looking at their phones or listening to music on the way there. You had no idea how far your destination was, but you anticipated a long ride. As usual, your attention continuously fell on Chan, who sat in the seat diagonal to you. His hair a messy bed of curls, you knew when stylists finished with him, he’d have them straightened out. You preferred his natural curls. They must be so soft, slipping through your fingers easily. You liked how they fell in front sometimes, landing right over his eyebrows and above his lovely eyes. He’d mentioned getting a haircut soon, which you’d wanted to protest. Not before you’ve had a chance to tug on them. 

A text message pulled you from your thoughts, and you saw it was from Jeongin, who sat beside you. 

‘Could you be any more obvious about it? Lol’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘Your crush on Chan.’ 

‘I don’t have a crush.’

‘Yeah, right. I bet you’d wear panties for him if he asked.’

‘No, I wouldn’t.’ You probably would, but you’d never say that out loud. ‘Don’t they bother you after a while?’

‘No. I wear comfy ones that fit me. Why? Worried they might not come off easy later? Hahahahaha’

You gazed out the window to avoid biting your lower lip. No, you won’t give in this time. Not so easily. They had not been kidding when they claimed to be a horny bunch. Just the other night, you overheard your roommates banging each other. The night before that, Seungmin brought Felix to the apartment and you heard them too. It left you a whimpering, needy mess every time, since they did nothing to hide it from you. You knew you could join without question, but you enjoyed listening. Your imagination cooked up such lovely images from the sounds alone. Jeongin’s whining moans coming through the walls made you think of him bent over again, clutching his sheets and eyes squeezed shut; the banging headboard had you picturing how hard Seungmin was going. Felix’s low, throaty groans mingling with Seungmin’s higher ones brought on pictures of the lithe blond riding him. Why join when you can lay in bed, dick in hand, listening instead? 

‘Did you get rid of it?’ Jeongin’s next message read. 

‘Get rid of what?’

‘Your wood from earlier. I didn’t want to say anything and make you feel uncomfortable.’

‘I just splashed some cold water on myself. It usually does the trick.’ 

‘Shame. This ride would’ve gone by faster. I can’t stop thinking about what it looked like poking through your shorts. Not too hard, but enough to slide in my mouth.’

You gulped and kept staring out the window. 

‘Dirty talk turns you on, huh? It’s like your dick is voice activated lmao’

‘It’s not.’

‘All the times you’ve listened to Seungmin-hyung and I having sex says something else. Do you like just watching and listening?’

‘Sometimes.’ 

‘You and Chan-hyung really are compatible then lol he likes watching too.’ Another message then read, ‘Would you like to watch me jerk off later? I can wear a skirt and these thigh-high socks I have. I promise you’ll enjoy it.’ 

You tried covering your boner with your bag. You really should play harder to get, but how can you when they tease you so effortlessly? A lump formed in the base of your throat picturing Jeongin in that exact position. With shaky fingers, you typed back a message. 

‘Would you use toys?’ 

In the corner of your eye, you saw Jeongin smile. ‘If you want. I have a few you can choose from.’ He then added, ‘I like using these beads Seungmin-hyung bought me once. They vibrate and I can take it all the way to the end. You can put them in my ass and use the remote. It feels so good stroking myself while they’re buzzing in my ass.’ He let out a small giggle, ‘You’re hard, aren’t you?’ 

‘No,’ you wrote back, but did not appear very convincing. 

‘I am. I’ve been horny for a bit, but couldn’t do much about it before. We can fix our situations together. I’d like to see you stroke that snake in your boxers.’ 

‘It’s not that big. I don’t know who started that. Besides, it’d be hard to get away with so many people around.’ 

‘A little risk is always fun.’

You coughed softly when you turned to see Jeongin with a hoodie over his lap. Seungmin had fallen back asleep, head against the window, and everyone else stared forward. Slowly, Jeongin pulled his zipper down over the bump pushing against it, and stuck his hand inside. You gulped the saliva forming in your mouth when he withdrew his cock, the length growing harder the longer he touched himself. Jeongin, completely silent, focused on his hand as he stroked. You took in the shape and length of him. It reminded you of comeback night, when you saw it swinging in time with Changbin’s thrusts. You pictured it's done the same the past two times you’ve overheard him. The restraint Jeongin put on himself had him shaking in his seat. You could tell he wanted to writhe and push his hips forward; you knew he wanted to lean his head back, moan out into the air. It’d be such a pretty sight. 

‘Your dick is really nice,’ you wrote to him, seeing the chat still open on his phone. The device shook in his hand, but he read it easily enough. ‘I bet it looks even nicer when it’s lubed up in your hand and you have those beads inside. I could cum thinking about that alone.’ 

Jeongin mouthed out a soft ‘fuck’ and moved faster. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Underneath your bag, you pulled down your sweatpants to show him your own package. He melted in his seat at your erection, mouth open as if asking for it to be in his mouth. The two of you sat there in the van, jerking off next to one another, content to watch each other instead of touching. You kept looking at the wet cock in Jeongin’s hand, precum slipping through his fingers easily as it squeezed tightly. You thought about all the things you could do to Jeongin now and later. The desperation hit you out of nowhere, this orgasm punching you in the gut as you came all over your hand. Jeongin’s climax came after yours, his free hand trembling with his phone pressing into his knee. Thin, translucent streaks spilled onto his slender fingers when he squeezed around it. 

You had no idea how you planned to clean yourself off before Jeongin handed you a tissue packet. He gave you a cheeky smile through deep breaths, and began carefully wiping himself down. You copied him, deciding to stuff the remains in your bag and deal with them later. 

‘I feel so much better,’ Jeongin wrote to you, clearly in a haze of calmness after his orgasm. ‘Don’t you?’

‘Yeah. Much better.’ 

When the van pulled up to a house, everyone climbed out and headed inside. Walking on wobbly legs, you did your best to appear normal. Somehow, Jeongin had no problem with this. All he did was kiss your cheek, then follow everyone inside. The Chuseok special would be a SKZ Family episode. You’d gotten familiar with the concept by watching the previous episodes, but you knew you’d be thrown into the mix now. 

“You’re Han and Seungmin’s older brother,” the producer told you as you got into your makeup chair. “The successful one who doesn’t come to family gatherings because he’s busy, but still sends his parents gifts every holiday.”

“So a bad son who thinks he can make up for his absence with gifts?” you guessed, earning laughs from the other members. 

“Exactly,” he said. “What we want you to do is be the cool older ladies man. You know, flirting with the female family members, being close to them, etc, even despite what your brothers tell you.”

“Gosh, I sound awful,” you chuckled, sitting still as the stylist fixed the makeup. “I don’t know if I can make that work,” you said. “I suck at flirting, and being cool.”

“You’ll pull it off,” Minho insisted from his chair beside you. The stylist had put him in a long brown wig and women’s hanbok, and was now working on his makeup like you. “You’re always so nice. Every nice guy has a bad guy inside them somewhere. Channel that guy.”

“Think of the cool guys in dramas,” said Jeongin, who also wore a long black wig with purple highlights. “Be like them.” 

“I guess I can try.”

“We’ll help you,” he said. “Once you put on your costume, you’ll get into character easier. 

“Remember when we did our office skit?” Minho asked. “You said you’d be a terrible office employee, and then we put you in that sexy suit and suddenly you’re not our little newbie anymore,” he reached over to pinch your cheek, laughing when you swatted him away. “You were our sexy office boy.” 

You supposed they were right. The costume chosen for you happened to be a button shirt underneath a black leather jacket. With the sunglasses you’d be wearing on your head, you’re meant to be the cool uncle ladies love. You’d been standing in front of the mirror, checking out the jacket again, as Jeongin came up beside you. You’ll admit the outfit the stylist chose for him might be considered risky by censor standards. A pleated beige skirt exposed his smooth, slender legs and hugged his petite hips. It was long enough to cover his boxers if he bent down, but you knew under those boxers he wore girls’ underwear. 

“Stays are going to love you like this,” he told you, looking at you in the mirror. “They already make so many thirst edits about you.”

“Oh gosh,” you laughed, “They do?”

“Loads,” he nodded. “Now you’re gonna be strutting around in a black jacket looking all cool and smooth. It’ll kill them.”

“I’m neither cool nor smooth.”

“I think you are,” he said. “You definitely can flirt when you try,” he nudged you with a wink, “But, that usually leads to sex and I don’t think this is a sexual setting this time.”

“I hope not,” you giggled.

“What do you think of the skirt? It’s not too short, is it?” he asked you, swishing it around in the mirror to test it. “I didn’t think they’d put me in a skirt. They normally stick us in long skirts or pants.”

“Maybe they thought it’d complete your look,” you guessed. “You’re supposed to be like the hot younger sister, right?”

“Just the younger sister,” he laughed. “I didn’t realize I was meant to be the hot one.”

“I’d think you were.” 

Producers called you all to the set, and you all made your way through the house to the living room. “I can wear it for you later,” he said once you reached the room, “If you want?”

“I’m…I’m not so sure about that right now.”

“That’s okay,” he said with sincerity. “We can always just have normal sex, if that’s what we end up doing later.” He stepped up to you, touching the zipper of your jacket, “You do know we don’t have to have sex every time you hang out with one of us. Sure, it comes up, but I’d never force you to do things you don’t want. Consent is hot.” 

“Knowing how horny I get around you guys,” you laughed, “It’ll end up happening anyways.” 

“To be fair, we’re pretty horny around you too,” he followed the zipper to your waist. “But, I want you to know it doesn’t have to happen. I like hanging out with you as friends too.” 

Filming began before you could say anything else. They did everyone in pairs first to introduce the different characters. You sat between Jeongin and Changbin, both of them playing the Gen Z sister and the high school jock who is in love with her. It was hard to ignore Jeongin’s legs in the skirt. The soft muscles of his thighs were covered until he crossed his legs, then the fabric fell past his knees. You pictured them in high socks, hugging his thighs and smoothing out his legs. 

“Ah, you’re not gonna get any girls acting desperate like that,” you groaned when Changbin made another flirty attempt. “That was your dad’s problem too.”

“My dad married the prettiest woman in the world,” Changbin defended. “He can’t be that bad.” 

“She married him out of pity,” you replied, arms crossed. “She would’ve married me, but,” you looked over at Jeongin with flirty eyes, “I like to wander.”

The two of them gawked at your words, then bursting into laughter as the scene ended. “Wow,” Jeongin laughed, flipping hair over his shoulder, “I can’t believe you said that!”

“Mr. I’m-Not-Smooth is smooth,” Changbin cackled. 

The other members did their own scenes together before the group shots finally happened. The producers told you that you’d be showing up a minute or two after everyone settled in, playing into your part. So, you stood to the side as the members set up the scene for the audience. You covered your mouth when you laughed at how they all interacted as their characters. It was common for Kpop groups to have variety shows for fans to watch, but Stray Kids’ show was actually entertaining to you. Once everyone sat down and was settled, starting to talk about what their characters had been up to, the producer gave you your cue.

“Hello, everyone,” you said in a cool casual tone, holding the two small gift bags they’d given you as props.

“Ugh, this guy,” scoffed Han. “You’re late.”

“I had stuff to do,” you shrugged. You then eyed Hyunjin, Minho and Jeongin, all dressed as women. “Chuseok really is a season of blessings. I’ve never seen so many beautiful ladies in one place,” you said with a wink. Hyunjin, Minho and Jeongin all pretended to blush, giggling at your comment.

“What a lie,” Seungmin said, “You see ladies everywhere all the time.”

“Not like the ones here,” you said.

“What’s with the gifts?” Han nodded at the bags.

“They’re for our parents, obviously.”

“They’re not here, genius,” Han replied a bit angrily, meant to be the jealous younger brother. “They went away. They went to a water park.”

“Oh right,” you hissed, pinching the bridge of your nose, “They told me they’d be using the water park tickets I bought them.”

“What?” Seungmin asked, wide-eyed. “You bought those tickets?!”

“Uncle, can you buy me water park tickets?” Felix asked, dressed as a girl in a hanbok meant to be three-years-old.

“Me too!” said Chan from his seat at the coffee table, dressed in overalls like a five-year-old. “Uncle, buy them for me!”

“No, for me!”

“No, me!”

“Uncle will buy you both tickets,” you said, putting the bags down and fixing your jacket.

“What a good son and uncle,” Minho complimented, playing with the end of his hair. “My husband should be more like you.”

“Do we get tickets too? We are their mothers, after all,” said Hyunjin, giving a soft smile and heart eyes.

“As long as you wear the appropriate attire,” you walked past them to sit between Changbin and Jeongin. This comment made all the men groan in disbelief, and the women giggle once again.

“There’s kids here, you know,” said Han, gesturing to Chan and Felix. “Don’t talk like that.”

“Talk like what? I’m only saying you have to go to a water park in the right clothes!” you said, trying not to laugh.

“He was like that when he was young too!” said Seungmin, pointing at you and looking at Han. “He had a different girlfriend every week!”

“What a player!” Changbin shook his head.

“You three could take a few pointers from me,” you told them.

“I’m a married man!” Han said, doing his best not to laugh. 

“And how that happened escapes me.” 

“Since it’s been a while since we’ve gathered and we have some new people-some more welcomed than others-” Han added quickly, which you scoffed at, “Let’s have them introduce themselves first.”

Jeongin went first at Minho’s behest. As he introduced his character, Changbin stood behind him making more flirty comments. You took your chance:

“You live in the U.S.?” 

“I do,” he said, flipping hair over his shoulder and smiling. 

“I go there a lot because I have hotels there-”

“-Ugh, here he goes again, Mr. Hotel-” commented Seungmin, rolling his eyes. 

“-We should meet up when we go back.” 

“Stop flirting with my woman!” Changbin cried out, earning more laughter from the others. 

“I’m not your woman,” Jeongin laughed, cheeks a soft pink. “Get away, I don’t like younger guys,” he said, pushing Changbin. 

“You like older guys, huh?” you asked. 

“Yeah,” he answered, nodding and winking at you. 

Changbin went next. You saw another chance when Hyunjin mentioned Changbin wearing a Manchester United team shirt. He claimed to be a Tottenham fan and how they’d beat Manchester United in the last game until Jeongin said:

“So I was really angry.”

“Why?” asked Changbin. 

“Because I’m an MU fan,” he said, playing with his ends. 

At this, Changbin suddenly changed his mind and flashed the sports team’s logo. You said to Jeongin, “You like MU?”

“I do,” he smiled at you. 

“I can get us tickets to a game,” you said, making it up on the spot. “I know some of the players too.” 

“Oh my god, really?” he chuckled, amazed by your boldness. “I’d really like that.” 

“We get it, you’re rich,” said Han, playing up his annoyed jealous brother character well.

“You go up next since you’ve got so much to say,” Seungmin said, motioning to the chair. The two of them scoffed and shook their heads as you strutted past them.

“Hello, I’m YN,” you said once on the chair. “I am Han and Seungmin’s brother, which makes me Hyunjin and Lee Know’s brother-in-law, but,” you smirked, “That title can always change.”

“Wow,” Han elongated the word, “You’re too bold, hyung! Too bold!”

“You own hotels right?” Minho asked, leaning forward and grinning. “All over the world?”

“I do,” you said, fixing your sunglasses on your head. “These two were wasting their time doing whatever it is they do, while I was trying to be successful to take care of my parents in their old age.”

“Psh, whatever,” said Han, crossing his arms and trying not to laugh.

“But, my parents aren’t the only people I can take care of,” you winked at the three “women”. “What are you three doing after this? I know a place.”

“We’ll do whatever you’re doing,” said Hyunjin, giving a soft dreamy sigh.

“Then we’re going to have lots of fun-” 

“-Go sit,” said Han, pointing back to your seat. “Go. You’re finished. This guy…flirting with our wives in front of us.”

“We’re getting divorced,” Minho told you, gesturing to Seungmin and himself. “I thought you should know that.” 

“He shares his love with other women,” said Hyunjin, patting Han’s shoulder.

“You can share your love with-”

“-There are children in the room! Yongbok,” Han looked at Felix, “Go introduce yourself.”

“Yes, yes, honey, go introduce yourself in English,” Minho urged.

Felix sat on the stool and did as instructed, playing the sweet three-year-old that made everyone awe. Then Minho asked him, “Yongbokie, who is your favorite uncle? Uncle Han or Uncle YN?”

“Uncle YN!” Felix smiled excitedly, which made Han groan. “He buys me lots of things and says I’m his favorite.”

“That’s how he wins peoples’ love,” argued Seungmin. “Guy never comes around here, and thinks he can buy nice things for people…”

“No, I’m Uncle YN’s favorite,” argued Chan, who pouted. “Uncle, tell her I’m your favorite.”

“Ah, Channie, you’re my favorite nephew and Yongbokie’s my favorite niece. It’s two different things,” you patted his head as you spoke in a gentle voice.

“Hey, I’m your nephew too!” said Changbin, “And you never give me pocket money or anything.”

“You try too hard,” you answered.

This answer startled Changbin, who looked to the staff behind the camera. “I can get you guys nice things too,” you said to Hyunjin and Minho. “Pretty moms deserve pretty gifts, right?”

“Hey, hey, that’s my wife,” said Han again, trying not to laugh. “You got her right there,” he pointed to Jeongin, “You don’t need my wife. Flirt with her.” 

“Why have one when I can have all three?” you asked with a challenge, stunning the entire room.

“Seungmin!” Han turned to him, “You can go next.”

Seungmin introduced his character, mentioning that he and Minho are getting divorced. You sat quietly for a while, too entertained with what was happening. Your next chance came when Han took the seat, and the running gag of him being unfaithful to Hyunjin came up again. He then said to Minho.

“Lee Know, don’t tell them we met yesterday,” the comment made everyone pause.

“Don’t worry,” Hyunjin bent over and touched your knee, “I’ve met somebody too.”

“Him?!”

“I’m not complaining,” you said. “I always said she should’ve married me.”

“Wow, you guys are really doing this in front of the kids,” said Jeongin, laughing.

“We can always take this somewhere-” you began, playing with the ends of his wig. 

“-Uncle, play the guitar!” said Chan in his child-like voice to Han.

“The guitar?”

“Guitar! Guitar! Guitar!”

Han played a pitiful apology song, and you said to Hyunjin, “You fell for this guy?”

“It was pitiful and beautiful.” 

“Just like his life.”

Filming ended with the nine of you playing games for bragging rights. As you started changing back into your regular clothes, the members couldn't stop themselves from messing with you. 

“‘Why have one when I can have them all?’!” Changbin cackled, “That was the best line!” 

“This guy is bold!” said Han from the front seats, laughing in surprise. “I almost wanted to hit him. He's too good.”

“If music doesn’t work out, hyung, you can be an actor,” said Jeongin, who sat beside you again. “He actually had me blushing!” 

“Me too!” Hyunjin agreed. “I fell in love with him.” 

“You were so cool, hyung,” Jeongin told you, though you heard something else in his voice. “I almost believed you knew MU players and owned nice hotels.”

“I just improvised,” you shrugged, “I thought Stays might like it.”

“They’re definitely going to,” he said. “You could’ve been anything and your fans would love it.”

You finished getting dressed, and went back into the van. Everyone, exhausted from the shoot, either fell asleep or sunk into their own worlds with music. You had been focused on your phone when something warm touched your knee. 

“You really did well today. I really enjoyed the performance you put on for everyone,” Jeongin said in your ear, hand on your knee. “I like the idea of Han’s cool older brother pounding Lee Know’s sister into his mattress.”

“Is this a hint of what you might want later?” you asked. 

“I won’t say no, if you asked,” he replied, fingers tracing circles on your inner knee. The delicate touch made you shudder. “Guys like you drive me crazy.”

“Guys like me?”

“Hot guys with bodies like yours,” he said, sliding his hand up your thigh. “The kind of guys who are strong enough to pin me down and have their way with me,” he gripped your inner thigh gently, “The kind who fuck me however they want…who make me take every inch of their dick whether it’s in my mouth or my ass. When I saw you fucking Hyunjin, I wish I’d been next.” 

“Jeongin,” you let out a soft laugh, “We just did it on the way over here.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he giggled. “I’m only touching. Besides, I don’t want another minibus quickie. I want the full thing when you finally fuck me.” He brushed his lips against your ear as he said, “And don’t worry about being gentle.”

He gave your dick another soft squeeze before letting go completely. You knew you should not give into him so easily. You joined Stray Kids for more than their hot bodies and insatiable sexual appetites. You supposed it might be all the repressed urges you’d felt over the years; the only times you engaged in sex with men was with Jihwan. Since then, you kept your needs to your bedroom late at night. Having a group of men who showed a definite eagerness to touch you sounded too good to pass up. Also, knowing said men enjoyed taking things much farther than basic vanilla made you want it more.  But, you did think about the softer moments as you enjoyed the ride home.

Going shopping with Hyunjin, trying on new clothes and modeling them for one another.

Gaming with Felix whether on Playstation or on your computers at home.

Working out Changbin, who really did make you like lifting weights without having to rail you in the shower afterwards.

Dance practice with Minho, enjoying the music and learning new moves from him; driving around late at night with Han, singing songs at the top of your lungs before parking near the river for long discussions. You liked going to batting ranges with Seungmin, who taught you about baseball and how to swing a bat properly. You visited new parts of town with Jeongin, enjoying each other’s company like friends always do. 

But, your favorite was without a doubt late night walks with Chan. You smiled softly thinking about walking beside him on the streets of Seoul, talking and enjoying the life of the city. He always made you feel so at ease. You could talk about anything with him. Chan became a safe space for you to talk about anything. Yes, you felt the same with the other members, but Chan always stood out no matter what. You thought of every single time you wished he’d kiss you or that you had the courage to kiss him. 

Night time fell by the time you and Jeongin returned home. Seungmin said he’d be spending the night at Felix’s dorm. You carried the suspicion Jeongin mentioned what might happen tonight and Seungmin decided to give you both space. Not that you minded. You didn’t know if you’d be able to handle two lovers right now. 

“Movie?” Jeongin suggested when you entered the dorm, remove your shoes and settle in at home. “I have some saved in my watch list that we can pick from in my room.”

“Fine by me,” you nodded.

The anticipation bubbled in your stomach. When you both settled on his bed, bowl of snacks and two drinks beside you, Jeongin’s body suddenly became real. His weight, his warmth and figure became more apparent than before. A faint scent of the day lingered on him still, and you inhaled it deeper than you intended. . The movie played on, a comedy you’d both meant to watch but never found the time, and you kept thinking about touching him. He’d cuddled close to you, head on your chest and arm draped over your middle, and you wrapped an arm around him. Having him snuggled to your side, hair close to your nose and his ass inches from your hand made it hard to focus on the film at times. 

“That was actually pretty good,” Jeongin said once the movie ended. “I thought it’d be crap, but I liked it.”

“I liked it too,” you told him. In the dim lights from the lamps nearby gave him a soft glow. He’d pulled on a large hoodie and shorts that made him look so comfy. It didn’t help that he changed into a large hoodie and black knee high socks, claiming to feel a chill. “There’s a show I’ve been meaning to check out,” you said, “We can watch the first episode to see if we like it. If it’s shit, then we can just, you know, watch something else.”

“Or do something else.”

His low voice enticed that stirring in your gut. He ran his hand up your chest, feeling between your pecs before bending for a kiss. Half of his body on top of yours, he straddled your thigh and leg. Your lips caressed his slowly, tongues easily rolling around one another. All the arousal from earlier gradually crawled itself down your body to your center, where you felt Jeongin’s thigh lightly brushing you. How could you resist such a willing beauty? Jeongin had a special kind of softness that appealed to the horny demon inside you. Before today, you’d thought about what it’d be like to corrupt that innocence. Yet, you enjoyed the secret kinky boy behind the shy smiles even more. 

Lifting his thigh over your waist, you slid your hand under the pant leg to caress his thigh while he began grinding into you. You groaned together when he slipped his hand under your shirt, bare fingers touching your naked skin in light circles. Your mind memorized the patterns his fingers made towards your nipple, where they circled lightly to tease you.

“God, you’re so hot,” Jeongin chuckled against your lips, kissing you a few more times. “I don’t know how you’re not getting fucked every day.”

“I don’t know either to be honest,” you admitted, sliding your hand up his thigh to his ass. Through the thin shorts, you felt the line of his panties. “That's all I want to do lately.” 

“I personally like scattering it around,” Jeongin said, grinding into your thigh. “If you do it too much, you get bored and you’re never excited for it. And trust me,” he pinched your nipple softly, “I want you to be very excited for me every time.”

“I can’t help but be excited,” you said, going back to kissing him. “You feel so good against me like this. I couldn’t stop thinking about it during the movie,” you gave his ass a soft squeeze. “Ever since we jerked off together on the bus, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Jeongin kept pushing against your leg, whimpering faintly as he grew harder. His lips left yours to go down your jaw to your throat. He took a bit of the flesh in his mouth for a soft suck that added to the pleasure boiling inside you. Your hands slipped underneath his hoodie to his back, sliding up the spine to his shoulders and then back down to his shorts. Jeongin didn’t say anything as you started peeling them off to reveal the white cotton panties underneath. You pulled the cheeks as far as they could go, then started kneading his soft ass. They nearly fit in your hands, which only made it easier to squeeze as you guided him along your thigh. Jeongin then moved from your neck to your chest, kissing and sucking your bare chest in between soft moans. You started returning the favor by kissing up his neck to his ear when he came back up to you. He moaned once you sucked the spot underneath his earlobe.

“Hyung,” he said, pushing his ass into your hands, “I’m getting so fucking horny.”

“I know,” you replied, giving his ass a light tap. “That’s because you’re a slut who's horny all the time, right?”

Jeongin giggled in surprise, “I am for you. Can’t you tell?” he emphasized this by whirling around on your thigh, eyes shutting for a brief moment. “Can’t you tell how horny you make me by doing almost nothing at all?”

“Maybe you should show me,” you suggested. “Take these off,” you tugged at the waistband still around his hamstrings, “And let me see.”

Jeongin shifted around to remove them, and you groaned at the sight in front of you. In an oversized black hoodie, you could still see the cute underwear Changbin bought for him underneath the bottom hem. It hugged around his hips and thighs nicely, but this time they appeared a bit tighter. Through the white material, you saw his cock start pushing against it. Jeongin stayed straddling your thigh as you felt up and down his body. You felt the shape of his torso with one hand, the slim waist that led to his hips and thighs. He didn’t work out loads like Changbin or Chan, but he kept himself fit. It amazed you that all those sleeves and jackets and hoodies covered the gorgeous body from the world. No wonder Stays lost their minds when he wore tank tops. He removed his hoodie next, giving you access to his stomach and chest. In nothing his panties and socks made you even harder. A light pink spread across his cheeks as you admired his body.

“You’re so beautiful,” you said, trailing your fingers to the little satin bow of his panties. “You look so innocent and cute like this.”

“Hyung…”

“Like the pretty girl you dressed up like today,” you tugged on the waistband, but did not pull it down. Not yet. You saw the wet spot near his tip, and you dragged the tip of your finger over it. Jeongin shivered at the singular digit moving around the hardening head and shaft. “You pretended to be so cute and shy when I flirted with you…I wanted to bend you over the ottoman and pound you into it.”

“You can do that to me anytime,” he gasped, starting to ride your thigh again. “Any-Anytime you want.” You felt his balls drag along your thigh, making him more sensitive and aroused. You continued rubbing your thumb over the tip as if you didn’t notice this. “I love be-being used like a toy. I want to-to be your toy, hyung.”

“My toy? Just for me?” you teased, softly running your fingertip side to side.

“Yes.”

“And you’ll do anything I want?”

“Yes.”

“Lay down for me then.”

On his back, Jeongin instantly spread his thighs to show you exactly how much you affected him. Starting at his knee, you placed gentle kisses down his inner thigh to his center. Jeongin whimpered as you started kissing up his cock through his underwear. Licking the dry material, it became wet from your saliva and his precum mixing together at the top. The sounds the maknae let out made a tent in your shorts, and you felt tempted to touch it while you kissed and licked him. But, you refrained, planning to save it for later.

“Where are your toys, baby?” you asked, pulling the side to kiss close to his crotch.

“Drawer.”

You reached into the indicated drawer and found a string of white anal beads attached to a small remote. “These are nice,” you said, weighing them in your hand, “And you’ll look so pretty with them inside you.”

The thought made Jeongin quiver under you. You pulled the panties down just underneath the tip and gave it a soft lick. While you continued giving it gentle licks, you turned on the beads. The buzzing sound made Jeongin’s thighs clench. You started by lightly trailing the toy from his ballsack below to the tip you were busy teasing. When you left the head to kiss along his hips, you started rubbing him with the string. You kept it on the softest setting as you took him out. Jeongin’s moans became louder when the vibrating balls touched the smooth flesh. You wrapped it around his length, smirking when his cock twitched at the new sensation, and kissed up his body. In the drawer, you fished around to find a small bottle of lube. You dripped a little bit over one nipple, using the slipperiness to tease it until it tightened. This aroused Jeongin even more, and you grew harder at his pitiful whining and whimpering for you. You knelt between his thighs, rubbing more lubricant onto his hard nipples while you watched him give into his pleasure.

“Hyung,” he huffed, back bending as the beads shifted around his dick, “Hyung, please fuck me already. I want you deep inside me, please.”

“Not yet,” you replied, hands sliding down to his hips and thighs, “I want to play with my toy for a while. Especially when you’ve been teasing me all day.”

You suddenly turned off the beads, smiling when Jeongin wriggled around in frustration. Bending down, you pulled the panties aside to let his balls drop out of them. Gradually stroking him, you took one of his balls into your mouth. You licked around the hard stone in your mouth, sucking very softly to avoid hurting him too much. Jeongin sounded so sweet whining at your touch; you looked up at him to see him completely lost in bliss. Eyes closed and lips parted, you saw the desperation and frustration building up inside him. He knows you won’t let him cum. He doesn’t know how, but he does. You saw his body constrict when you slid his panties up to his knees, and lifted them to his stomach. Your dick throbbed at the sight of his smooth ass hole in front of you, clenching for something to hold onto. Jeongin gripped the sheets as you left his balls to lick around his hole instead.

“I told you I wanted to see these beads inside you,” you said, spreading lube and spit on it. Using the smallest beads to spread it around, you saw him shiver once more. “You can put on a little show for me while I get myself ready for you.”

“Oh god, yes,” he moaned. “Put them inside me, hyung. I want to be a good toy for you.”

“How sweet,” you grinned, pushing the bead to his wet hole.

You kept it gentle for the moment. You savored each moan Jeongin let out when you pushed a new bead through. The sight of him spread out in his panties still, his cock rock hard and white beads filling his ass was hard to look away from. You groaned seeing his hole stretch around each ball, then sucking it into him from your hand. He whined whenever you tugged one out of him to then put it back in. You made the picture prettier when you took off the panties to stick in his mouth. The wet part in his mouth, Jeongin would’ve tasted himself on his tongue from the new gag. It was when you put the last and largest beads inside that the youngest member truly let go.

“Touch yourself for me,” you instructed, holding the remote in your hand but not turning them on.

Jeongin instantly grabbed himself to start pumping it. You took in how his cock glistened with precum and the lubricant you’d dribbled onto it. His body tensed whenever he felt a particularly good spark of pleasure, causing him to chase it down with fast strokes. You finally turned up the pleasure by turning the beads to the lowest setting. The loud buzzing came out of him, and he couldn’t control himself anymore. You took hold of your own cock, starting to stroke and imagine what his tight ass will feel like around you. Like on the bus, you just watched Jeongin lose himself in the feeling. Occasionally, you used your free hand to rub around the string sticking out of him. You managed to keep control of yourself until Jeongin grabbed you with his free hand. He coated you in the precum dripping out of your tip, and the tiny bit of desperation you’d held back came out in the form of you fucking into his hand. He kept his hand tight, squeezing particularly hard when you reached the head, as you used his hand.

“Such a good toy,” you groaned, pulsating in his pretty fingers. “A good slutty toy…” you groaned when he gave a firm squeeze and moaned through his gag. “I think you deserve a little reward,” you said, which excited Jeongin. 

Carefully, you removed the beads and rolled them around his sensitive cock. This had Jeongin shuddering and writhing on the bed, desperation in his eyes. Even in the heat of the moment, you took a moment to look at him. You never imagined him in this position, and it made you hungry for him. 

“I need you so damn bad,” you said in his ear, kissing his neck as you grinded into the vibrating toy. “I need my little toy right now.”

“Take it!” he said through his cloth gag, the clothing muffling his words just enough. “Fuck me!” 

You buried yourself in Jeongin without hesitation. Arms underneath his shoulders, keeping him pinned down, you did as Jeongin wished. Your hips slammed into his in a steady rhythm, balls smacking the curves of his ass each time. His body tightened around you like a sleeve that squeezed your cock in every thrust. You didn’t tease him by withdrawing or rubbing on him. Just like Jeongin, you couldn’t handle teasing anymore. You knelt up, holding him down by the hips, and changed your angle to go deeper. Jeongin’s eyes rolled back and his head pushed into the pillow. His hands wrapped around your forearms, nails digging into the flesh as he tried keeping himself still. 

You flipped Jeongin around like a rag doll, and he did nothing to fight back. By the time you had him bent over the edge of the bed, smacking his ass and tugging on his hair, the both of you were senseless. You saw the places where he’d begun bruising, and the spots you’d scratched when he rode you hard. Soon, your dick became far too sensitive to stop and change positions. Pushing Jeongin’s face into the bed, you chase down your orgasm until you caved into your ecstasy. Thick white cum shot deep into Jeongin’s ass, turning into white cream as you continued pumping in and out of him. The maknae didn’t stop you from cumming in him. He cried loudly, feeling you filling him up in each thrust, knowing your cum would be dripping down his balls and thighs when you finished. 

“On your back,” you breathed, withdrawing and rolling him onto his back. “You’re gonna cum all over yourself,” you said hurriedly. Jeongin could only muffle his reply as you went back into him. Stroking him quickly, you saw his body react to the sensitivity you played with. “Be a good toy and cum for me, okay? Don’t you want to be my obedient little doll and do what I want? Hm?” 

It took the vibrating beads on his tip for several streams of white to fall across his chest and stomach. You tore the panties from his mouth to hear him crying out your name. More cum shot onto Jeongin, much more than you anticipated, and you drooled at the small pool on his lower stomach. You wiped up some and pushed your fingers into his mouth, groaning as he sucked his own cum off them. When you felt him starting to come down, you reached for your phone on the end table. Jeongin continued sucking your fingers as you took a photo of him underneath you, messy and eating his own cum. 

“Send it,” he said, swiping more from his chest and posing for another picture. “They’ll love it.”

“Oh, well,” you took a deep breath, “I was going to just keep it for myself. I didn’t know if you’d want me to share it with the others.”

“They always share pictures and videos of me when they take their phones out,” he dismissed, sitting up and kissing up your stomach to your chest. “Chan-hyung will really like it. He loves seeing me covered like this. He’d like to see you covered too next time.” 

With his permission, you sent the photo into the group chat. Considering the hour, you didn’t expect anyone to respond right away. You and Jeongin took a lazy shower together, kissing and talking softly underneath the warm water. The temptation to do it again with so much lathering and scrubbing came over you, but Jeongin still felt too sensitive. Overstimulation, he said, wasn’t his favorite thing. When you both came back, you saw you each had more messages than you expected. 

‘HOLY FUCK! 🤤 CAN I GO NEXT???!!!’

‘Baby bread with a nice creamy glaze. Wish I could lick all that off him 😋’

‘If I’d known you’d completely wreck him, I would’ve stayed home.’ 

‘Damn, YN, what did you do? Lol They’re going to have a hard time covering up those marks.’

‘Too bad I wasn’t there, then you’d both be fucked out messes.’ 

“Told you they’d like it,” Jeongin said as you dabbed his scratches with disinfectant. “Maybe next time we can film the whole thing?” he suggested, looking at you over his shoulder, “Channie-hyung would really like that.”

“Wouldn't you like it too?”

“Of course, but if you want Chan to see how good you fuck-”

“-I don't care if he sees-”

“-Yeah, I know,” he giggled, then winced when the alcohol pad stung. “You should just tell him how you feel. Even if he ends up not feeling the same, at least you'll know if he does or not.”

“There's nothing to tell.” You finished cleaning him up, tossing out the small white pads, and kissed him softly. “Hungry? Thirsty?”

“I can go for a drink. We still have snacks here somewhere.”

“Alright, be right back.”

You pulled on your boxers and left the bedroom. Memories of what just happened filled your brain, and you couldn't believe you'd actually done that. The possibility of a second time made you more excited. You'd grabbed two water bottles when your phone buzzed again. Your heart leapt when you saw a message from Felix. A photo of him laying on his stomach, holding a pillow came first, his big eyes radiating innocence. 

‘Will you fuck me like that next time, hyung?’ 

You gulped at the message and wrote back, ‘Of course, if that's what you want?’

‘Haha definitely what I want. I don't want to remember my name when you're done with me. Night, handsome.’

You'd gone back into the room when your phone went off again. This time Hyunjin messaged you. In nothing but a towel, he laid on his bed with the fabric strategically placed right above his pubic bone. 

‘Can I be next, hyung? I promise I'll swallow every drop you give me 🥺’

Han’s message came up right after. In nothing but boxer shorts, the video showed him rubbing his bulge in a loop. 

‘Lee Know says you can fuck me whenever you want. When can we meet up?’ 

“Gee, I wonder who you're fucking next,” Jeongin laughed when you told him about the three messages. “Maybe sending that video was a good idea.”

You couldn’t help feeling bashful. Jeongin and you wind down by watching a show together, wrapped in one another, completely riding the euphoria of your orgasms. Both of you felt too sore and worn out for a second round, but you knew another one wasn’t too far away. It was only a matter of who’d get to you first…

Or who you would pick first? 

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A/N: oooh someone is certainly getting popular quick! I wonder who is going be next to ride the YN Rollercoaster ;) Like always, feel free to reblog and like. I'd appreciate it so much <3

[yongbokkk]

Do you know those complications/iconic moments on youtube where stray kids are being a bunch of simps for each other? If so do you think you could do iconic moments/complications with stray kids where they are being a bunch of simps for member reader? I prefer male reader but you can do gender natural, i wouldn't mind☺️. Also i apologaize for any mistakes because English is not my first langauge.

pairings : STRAY KIDS x m!reader

genre: 9th member au, skz being simps for reader

a/n: hi! so i made it only one moment because i have no ideas for a lot more🤚😭 i hope this is okay for you <3 also this is kinda cringy i hate it

the spinning wheel landed on your name, to which now it is your turn as it said.

the game was to show your sexy side and dance, basically, attempt to dance real hotly.

the other members hyped you up as they cheered loudly, enough to break your ears at some point.

embarrassed, you walked up to the front and closer to the camera, the video was now focused on you.

the song played and you found yourself vibing with the rhythm, it was smooth and 'sexy' as they wanted it.

so, you danced, dancing on the floor at some part and rizzing up the camera, along with getting close to the members.

you paused and took a moment to laugh at yourself out of embarrassment whenever the parts became too much for you.

though, the other members said otherwise. one fell to the floor and the others dropped themselves to the ground as they screamed like fanboys in a concert.

they were for sure going to save this moment for the rest of their lives, and tease you about it.

[victorbutnotreally]

YOU WHAT??? - OT8 x Male Reader

Four times Mn surprised the members with his ~mysterious past~

A/N: Inspired by me constantly getting told that I "randomly drop lore". My friends didn't know that I played the piano until one day I saw a piano at my friend's place (her dad is a piano teacher) and I decided to play a nocturne. Hope you enjoy!

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive, sometimes it may not make sense (but we're here to have fun), chan's room (rip), google translated french

One

"What is one thing you always carry around with you?"

That question was directed towards Mn. He snapped out of his trance of staring at Minho who was looking a little too pretty.

"Me? I always carry..." he pulls out a compass from his jean pocket. It was black and gold. "...this compass."

The members have seen a compass in Mn's pocket or in his bag while rummaging through it for snacks, but they didn't know he always had it.

"Why though?" was the question of a confused Jeongin.

"My neurophysiology professor gave it to me when I graduated. It means a lot to me since I didn't really receive a lot of gifts when I was younger. And he was such a good teacher."

The answer was met with gasps and widened eyes from the members. They didn't know their goofball of a member learned neuroscience. Hell, they didn't even know he went to university.

"WHAT?"

"PROFESSOR???"

"NEUROPHYSIOLOGY? THE FUCK??"

Two

Mn appeared as a special guest in Han's live. He was ranting about Achilles Come Down which was the song he recommended to be played on Chan's room last week. That's when he noticed a comment.

"Je vous aime tellement les gars ! Tu es honnêtement le meilleur et je ne peux pas te le dire assez"

He reads it out without a struggle and replies back in French.

"Merci beaucoup! Cela signifie beaucoup et j'espère que vous apprécierez également notre prochain album"

Han's eyes widened in surprise.

"Hold up, what?"

The comments started flooding in as well, completely thrown off by the sudden language change. No one knew he spoke French. They should've gotten used to the random lore dropping from Mn, though.

"OH MAH GAWDDDD"

"LORD HAVE MERCY THIS MAN CAN SPEAK FRENCH"

"i didn't know you spoke baguette!"

"just when i thought Mn couldn't get any hotter"

"get ready for the edits, y'all"

Jisung could only shake his head in disbelief.

Three

"Come on, hyung. I'm taking you back to the dorms and you're going to bed. Now."

"Just this one-"

"I slept more in university than you do now. And that's saying something, cuz I was busy!" He really was busy, with the neurology major, but that little smirk, the slight flush of his cheeks, and the bit of regret in saying that last statement was what made Chan raise a brow. There were a lot of times were Mn held his tongue when asked about ahem...experience.

"Yeah? What were you so busy with?"

"..My major, obviously. Now, get up."

Chan chuckled, getting up from his chair. "Nothing to smirk about in neurology, I'm sure."

"No one finds out about this, or I'll use my shooting skills on you."

"Your what now??"

Double lore drop. That's new.

Four

Mn was sitting with the rest of his members to react to his first solo song's MV. He wasn't exactly overjoyed by the idea, feeling awkward about seeing himself on screen. If it was a group MV, he could at least roast the others to get rid of the embarrassment of seeing whatever the directors told him to do on screen.

The screen fades in to a beautiful stage, an empty concert hall, occupied only by Mn who was painted with beautiful makeup and doing ballet. Gracefully, but the pain and insanity in his eyes is evident. Black Swan was the song.

"I...didn't know you did ballet."

Mn shrugged. His dance trainer knew, and honestly, he was glad the members found out this way. It was funny seeing their reactions.

[dean-a-mean-tae]

Take A Rest

Request

PAIRINGS: Poly SKZ x Gender Neutral Reader WARNINGS: Shitty managers and fans. Mention of a creepy band member. Lack of communication which leads to last minute solutions. Male reader requested but I don't think there's any reference to the reader's gender. I think that's it.

Everything had gone to shit. The venue, missing band members, last-minute replacements, and a ton of other issues. All of them were swept under the rug by your manager, Tony, until the day of the concert.

The venue didn't have enough seats. The replacements for your missing band members didn't know the songs. Your lead guitarist and drummer weren't there. Tony decided he didn't want to tell you that the props were broken.

Your drummer got sick after being overwhelmed with stress from practice and her finals. Your lead guitarist said something about having a baby, but you knew that was a lie. That man has been a creepy virgin since you've known him.

Some fans didn't understand the stress you were under. With a recent flux in fans, the demand for a full album instead of songs was higher than ever. And with love comes hate. 

No matter what you did. More music, less music, or different genres of music. Everyone still felt the need to put their 2¢ in where it wasn't needed.

Fortunately, those who attended the concert were understanding of the current situation. None of the issues happening were under your control.

"Remember when I told you all that communication is the key to almost everything?" 

The crowd's screams of agreement echoed in your ears. Every outro on a video, a concert, a fan sign, or other event you exit with a similar speech and farewell; a signature in your fanbase. 

"It appears my manager didn't listen and failed to communicate," You sighed in disappointment. The crowd's mummers of irritation quiet down when you raise your hand to continue. "Nothing is prepared. And I know you paid money to see me and the guys perform."

"This time the concert will be a bit like a fan event-" You wave at those sitting closer to the stage and they scream greetings back. "When we reschedule a concert for you guys, and I'll make sure they do, you can see me perform." 

"How's that sound?" Your grin is showcased on the big screens behind you. Everyone cheers and the impromptu fan event begins.

With a sigh of relief, you walked off stage with the sound of people laughing and cheering ringing in your ears. Your manager was talking with one of the staff, waving his arm around as he shouted at them. With a tearful nod, the staff member left and disappeared into one of the rooms.

Tony followed the girl with his eyes before turning to look at your approaching figure. He glared at you from behind his iPad. "What's wrong?"

"What isn't wrong?" You scoffed, moving past him and into your dressing room. 

You're greeted by your boyfriends scattered around the room. Hyunjin, Felix, and Changbin sit on the couch watching edits of you in your recent music video. Jisung chases Jeongin around the room, narrowly avoiding Seungmin and Minho from their spots on the floor.

Chris is the only one who stands from his spot in your chair to greet you. He catches you as you flop into his arms. Before Chris can speak, your manager busts in and calls you back out.

"Since you want to give away free tickets, you can help schedule them into another concert," Tony grins, a malicious glint in his eyes. 

You need to nap and then find a new manager.

Even in bed, your shoulders were tense and your brain was in overdrive. Thinking of the damage last night's not-concert has, and will, cause. Helping your team to comb through each person who attended the event so you could squeeze them into another concert at a later date. The scolding your manager gave you wasn't helpful.

Tangled in the sheets and limbs belonging to your lovers, their scents pressed into the covers. You were warm and so very, very tired with a sprinkle of guilt seeping in. This was supposed to feel nice. It was supposed to help ease you. 

But why couldn't you relax?

"When are you going to let someone take care of you?" Chris asked, wrapping the curls on Y/N's head in a scarf and bonnet. "It doesn't have to be one of us or someone we know."

"Just let someone in." Hyunjin's hands were warm against Y/N's cold face. His plump lips press butterfly kisses against your eyelids, forehead, and temples.

With Changbin and Hyunjin calling dibs on your sides and Chris laying you between his legs, so your head pressed against his stomach. You're pretty sure Seungmin is asleep, curled onto your legs with his hands gripping your calf. 

Jeongin is sprawled behind Hyunjin with his arm over Hyunjin, and hand on your chest, over your heart. 

Felix and Jisung were somewhere in the dorm causing chaos in the kitchen with Minho supervising. You could hear Jisung yelling at the pots for burning him, Felix's laugh, and Minho shouting about melted plastic.

You'll probably have to clean the kitchen at some point.

"For once, just relax and let someone care for you. Please," Changbin whispered with arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

"Don't hog him," Jeongin whined, pulling you back into his and Hyunjin's arms. 

Changbin grumbled as he yanked you back giving a chain reaction of Hyunjin and Jeongin pulling you and Changbin fighting for you to stay in his arms. Poor Chris with him latched onto you, he was tugged in every direction with you.

So, this is what the rope felt like in tug-of-war.

"You need to go to bed," Minho's voice comes from the doorway and everyone's heads turn in sync. He stands in the doorway with his hands on his hips, Jisung and Felix peeking around his shoulders.

"Who?" You ask.

"All of us," Minho answers, carefully curling up in an empty spot on the bed. 

Minho's attempts not to wake the sleeping boy are futile as Jisung dives onto the bed. He sandwiches himself between Changbin and your side, scaring Seungmin awake. He grumbles as he adjusts himself and falls back asleep.

Felix lingers at the end of the bed, looking for a spot to sleep. The moon shines on his milky skin and his eyes reflect the light. You turn so your back presses against Chan's chest, and Seungmin huffs as he turns away from you and tucks his face into Minho's neck. Felix was lying atop you amidst the commotion.

"Go to sleep, Y/N."

You hum, your eyes slipping close. It's warm. It's peaceful.

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[minminbunny]

Stalker X Stalker AU - Posessive Coworker! Yang Jeongin/Naive Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

💕Drabble Masterlist

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"Innie!" you giggled, wrapping your arms around him. Jeongin gave you a nonchalant pat on the back, even though his heart was racing within his chest. You beamed, "Guess what? I made candy over the weekend, would you like some?" you asked, biting your bottom lip. Jeongin nodded, "Sure," he said, internally waiting until you got to him when he saw you give out candy bags to the others. 

"Yay, here!" you said, giving him a full bag than the tiny packets you were giving out. Jeongin didn't realise the difference when he took it, the packaging was the same, sure it was a bit full but the others must have gotten the same. You gave him a big squeeze, "I'll head back to work. See you later," you beamed, skipping away from him with a contagious smile. 

Jeongin sighed, holding his chest, "Fuck, what am I going to do with them," he grumbled, hiding his face within his cubicle. You swayed your feet, drawing pretty hearts around his picture. You looked to your cubicle neighbor, "Hey, do you think Innie will ever like me?" you asked, hoping for support. "Well, he's the type to hate everyone. You might need to try a different approach," they said, ruffling your hair. 

You sulked, nodding your head, "You're right I'll think of something," you said, drawing out a little plan. Jeongin felt his eyes twitch when the coworker ruffled your hair, the pen broke in his hand as he tried not to lash out. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, 'One day, I'll secure a damn collar around your neck' he thought, imagining his name etched on your pendent before he walked away. 

You gulped, standing in front of a old tarot shop, "Hello?" you asked, walking in. An old lady sat with her crystal ball, "Hello, deary. I heard you're looking for a love potion," she said, rubbing the crystal ball. You gasped, "How did you know?" you asked, naive enough to believe in such fabbles. 

The old lady chuckled, "I see and know all, darling. Now, this is the potion you seek. You must be the first one he sees after drinking it. Don't use more than half, or else he might turn into a feral beast," she warned, knowing the viagra content in the vial is quite high. You nodded your head, "No more than half, understood," you said, waiting for the price. 

The old lady smirked, "A vial like this is priceless, I'll charge you a discounted price," she said, giving you the number. You sulked when it was half your paycheck but for Jeongin you'd do anything, "Thank you," you said, leaving the shop. Jeongin stood behind the old lady, "Quite the scam you've built here," he said, twirling his knife. The old lady froze, "Wouldn't you like you future read, young man?" she asked, trying to avoid her fate.

Jeongin pursed his lips, "No, I can't let people like you take advantage of my little doll," he said, holding the knife across the old lady's throat. "Wait, wouldn't you like to know what they purchased?" she asked, hoping that would stall him. Jeongin tilted his head, "I could care less. They can buy whatever they want. I'm a gentleman to their purchase privacy," he said, slitting the old lady's throat before she could defend herself. 

Jeongin took your money and reported the crime anonymously to the police, he burned his clothes and vacuumed the floor. He then burned the contents of the vacuum and fled the scene. Jeongin sighed and slid your paycheck into your mailbox, "Seriously, a leash is needed," he grumbled, glaring at your room window.

You wore your prettiest outfit, and held your basket of cookies. After making all the normal cookies, you began to bake Jeongin's batch, you did as told pouring half when you suddenly flinched at a loud crackle of thunder. "Shit," you whispered, seeing the empty vial in your hand. You looked outside and saw no rain, "Stupid thunder," you whined, staring at the pink glittery liquid in the middle of your dry ingredients. 

You sighed before smirking, "I wouldn't mind seeing Innie as a feral beast. Maybe he'd turn into a werewolf and a have a big girthy cock," you giggled, stirring the ingredients together. You bit your bottom lip, hiding the special stash within your pocket while you looked for him. Jeongin sat by his cubicle, hoping that the money he placed in your mailbox didn't get stolen. 

You beamed when you saw him, "Innie, Innie. I made cookies, want some?" you asked, handing him his special batch. Jeongin gave you a subtle smile, and opened the bag, "Thank you," he said, taking a bite. The cookies were soft with a crunchy edge. Jeongin tasted a hint of chemicals but brushed it aside, thinking it's probably the glitter you used, "It's really good," he praised, biting into another cookie. 

You smiled, your eyes turned into crescents from smiling so hard, "Thank you, Innie," you said, waiting for the potion to kick in. You gulped, needing to be the first one that Jeongin sees. Jeongin furrowed his eyebrows, feeling his control slipping, "What?" he whispered, looking into your eyes for answers. "Is the love potion working?" you asked, seeing Jeongin hold his chest. 

Jeongin panted, feeling his cock throb under his slack, "Love potion?" he asked, groaning from the sheer sensitivity his body was in. You gulped, looking at him with a guilt and scared expression. Jeongin clenched his jaw, "Don't look at me like that; like you're afraid of me," he growled, gripping your wrist. You sniffled, tears ruining your mascara, "Are you mad?" you asked, hiccuping under his feral gaze. 

Jeongin buried his face into your tummy, "Everyone else left for lunch right?" he asked, his voice deep and husky. You nodded your head, guilt filling you up, "Today's the one hour break," you sniffled,  lips wobbling at the thought of upsetting Jeongin. "Good, good. One hour should be enough," he groaned, lifting you up.

NSFW BELOW CUT

AFAB

"Too fast!" You sobbed, clawing the desk for any form of leverage. Jeongin groaned, pounding your little cunt with a brutal pace. His hands bruising your precious skin as he fucked you in the meeting room. Your body laid pliant, taking as much as his rough thrusts as possible. He already came twice and he was still hot and throbbing within your cunt. "Hah, hah, hhgh," you hiccuped, covering your mouth to muffle your moans. 

Jeongin clenched his jaw and held your throat, "Let me hear you cry, darling. I wanted to take it slow with you but just had to be So. Fucking. Naive," he growled, thrusting harder with every word he grits. You sobbed under his thrusts, you cunt spasming from the constant pleasure buzzing through your body. Jeongin pushed his hair back and rolled his hips, "Look at you, doll. So messy, so dirty with cum," he chuckled, eyeing your makeup stained face and semen stained outfit. 

You sniffled, clenching around his cock, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you whimpered, wiping your tears. Jeongin kissed your palm, "You just couldn't help yourself, doll. You're so easy to influence," he grunted, thrusting his hips. You stared at him through your tears brimmed eyes, "Just wanted Innie to love me," you sobbed, heart squeezing at the confession. 

Jeongin held you close, his hips keeping their relentless pace, "Darling, I loved you from the beginning. Never once have I not love you," he rasped, nipping your ear. You sniffled, "Really?" you asked, pushing back with his thrusts. Jeongin chuckled, nosing your cheek, "Really, really," he said, kissing you softly. Your mind melted, his kisses contradicting his desperate thrusts. 

You arched your back, chest pressing against his as you creamed around his shaft. Jeongin hissed at the searing warmth coating his cock and came deep within your body. You gave him a few soft pecks, "Hehe," you giggled, nuzzling his shoulder. Jeongin raised an eyebrow, "What are you giggling for?" he asked, kissing your forehead. You hugged him close, "I'm just happy you're mine," you whispered, catching your breath. Jeongin chuckled, "Me too, doll. Now let's clean up as fast as we can before they come back from break, hm?" he said, kissing your nose.

AMAB

"Too fast!" You sobbed, clawing the desk for any form of leverage. Jeongin groaned, pounding your little rim with a brutal pace. His hands bruising your precious skin as he fucked you in the meeting room. Your body laid pliant, taking as much as his rough thrusts as possible. He already came twice and he was still hot and throbbing within your hole. "Hah, hah, hhgh," you hiccuped, covering your mouth to muffle your moans. 

Jeongin clenched his jaw and held your throat, "Let me hear you cry, darling. I wanted to take it slow with you but just had to be So. Fucking. Naive," he growled, thrusting harder with every word he grits. You sobbed under his thrusts, you hole spasming from the constant pleasure buzzing through your body. Jeongin pushed his hair back and rolled his hips, "Look at you, doll. So messy, so dirty with cum," he chuckled, eyeing your makeup stained face and semen stained outfit. 

You sniffled, clenching around his cock, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you whimpered, wiping your tears. Jeongin kissed your palm, "You just couldn't help yourself, doll. You're so easy to influence," he grunted, thrusting his hips. You stared at him through your tears brimmed eyes, "Just wanted Innie to love me," you sobbed, heart squeezing at the confession. 

Jeongin held you close, his hips keeping their relentless pace, "Darling, I loved you from the beginning. Never once have I not love you," he rasped, nipping your ear. You sniffled, "Really?" you asked, pushing back with his thrusts. Jeongin chuckled, nosing your cheek, "Really, really," he said, kissing you softly. Your mind melted, his kisses contradicting his desperate thrusts. 

You arched your back, chest pressing against his as you creamed between your torsos’. Jeongin hissed at the searing grip engulfing his cock and came deep within your body. You gave him a few soft pecks, "Hehe," you giggled, nuzzling his shoulder. Jeongin raised an eyebrow, "What are you giggling for?" he asked, kissing your forehead. You hugged him close, "I'm just happy you're mine," you whispered, catching your breath. Jeongin chuckled, "Me too, doll. Now let's clean up as fast as we can before they come back from break, hm?" he said, kissing your nose.

[succubus-hansol]

The Missing Hoodie (SKZ Fic)

This is my first time making fake texts and SKZ fiction, Hope it's alright and you enjoy xxx

Also thinking about sending this story idea to one of my mutuals cause I feel like they'd write such a great version of this~

Update: @heartbinn wrote a version of this for us all, go check it out here xx

.₊•✧˚ ┊tags┊Fluff, Established Relationship. .₊•✧˚ ┊pairing┊ Seungmin x Male Reader x Jeongin .₊•✧˚ ┊warnings┊None .₊•✧˚ ┊summary┊I.N steals puppy's favourite hoodie and when Seung goes looking for it (annoyed) Mn sells him out. Innie just wanted to be covered in his hyungs scent. You offer Seung you're favourite hoodie in exchange and he's finally happy again.