#StrayKids Au

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

EVEN.MORE!dad!skz 💟

i- I'm here to feed into the baby fever? 😬 I'M SORRY I LOVE YOU ALL

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

🖤hyung line🖤

🖤maknae line🖤

[wanghyunjiin]

—movie night, bc.

pairing — bf!Chan x afab!reader

plot— Chris gets needy, and the movie can wait.

word count - 1.2k

content - teasing, oral (f receiving), facesitting, petnames (baby, princess)

warnings — sexual content, 18+ ONLY

Movie night was going about as well as you had thought it would.

You were in the kitchen making popcorn for the third time, your boyfriend still sprawled out on the couch. The first bowl had been devoured quickly, both of you opting to chow down on the salty snack rather than attempting to make dinner—which neither of you were very good at, so this seemed like the better idea—and the second had been flipped onto the floor when Chris fell victim to a jump scare.

You walked back into the room only to find he’d now gotten very comfortable and decided to take up the entire couch with his legs stretched out across the half you had previously been sitting on. You raised an eyebrow at the man in question, Chris now looking at you after hearing your footsteps.

“I’m glad you’re comfy, so where am I supposed to sit?” One hand resting on your hip, the other still holding the freshly popped snack.

Chris turned to lay flat on his back against the seat cushions, legs still taking up your seat. He laced his fingers behind his head and cocked an eyebrow, a small smirk now making an appearance.

“My face is pretty comfy, and this seat isn’t taken.”

He made a kissy face, and you couldn’t tell where the joke ended.

With a roll of your eyes, you walked over to the couch and tapped the side of his thigh with the back of your hand. “Very funny, move your legs so we can start the next movie.”

Sitting up now, Chris grabbed your wrist, stroking your soft skin in circles with his thumb.

“Who said I was joking?”

You froze for a second. Surely he didn’t-

Before you could finish that thought, Chris had pulled you towards him, sending the bowl of popcorn—that you still hadn’t set down for some reason—flying through the air. Now you were straddling his lap,  your hands resting on his shoulders to keep yourself upright while his had moved down to grip your waist.

“Chris! I’m not cleaning that up, you bette-“

He cut you off again, pressing his plush lips to yours firmly with a light chuckle. Thumbs now rubbing up and down over the soft skin of your hips, as his hands slid under your shirt, the warmth of them was always so comforting. Pulling you tighter against his chest, Chris deepened the kiss. His tongue trailed across your lower lip before biting it softly, earning a small moan from you. You brought your fingers up to card through his thick hair, pressing yourself against him.

Chris’ tongue pushed between your lips, taking dominance over your own. His hands slid down from your hips slowly, making their way around you and down over the soft curve of your ass. He squeezed firmly, moaning into your mouth at just how well he could feel the soft flesh through the thin sleep shorts you opted to wear—the ones that always leave him begging to fuck you—and lifted his right hand only to drop it back on your ass with a light smack.

Smirking against your mouth from the soft whimper he swallowed, Chris pulled his lips away from yours reluctantly. His eyes now dark, as they raked over your body hungrily.

“You liked that? You naughty girl.” He drawled, voice now even huskier, sending heat straight to your core.

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to quip back. Your fingers released their hold on his bleached locks and slid down over his shoulders to rest against his firm chest, curling around the soft fabric of his shirt. Rocking your hips lightly against him to relieve the ache in your core, you felt Chris growing hard beneath you, a groan parting his lips at the friction.

“Fuck baby, that feels so good…” He panted, his forehead resting against your shoulder for a moment before lifting and pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. “You wanna sit on my face, Princess? I haven’t tasted you in so long.”

Mind now clouded with lust, you nod eagerly. Eyes fixated on his now slightly swollen lips and the way his tongue poked out to drag across them, leaving them damp and glistening, your mind going straight into the gutter. You were lucky, one of Chris’ favourite things to do in bed was go down on you. He told you from the beginning that it turned him on so much just watching the way you writhed and begged for more, and you weren’t planning on turning it down any time soon.

Now with your approval, you were being pushed up towards your boyfriend’s face, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass as he brought your core to hover above him.

“You’re so wet for me baby… You soaked right through your shorts too.”

A soft chuckle escaped Chris’ lips as he dragged his nose along the damp patch between your thighs. You whimper in embarrassment at how needy you look and instinctively try to press your thighs together.

“Ah ah ahhh…” Chris tightens his grip on your thighs to hold them open for him “Don’t be shy Princess, do you want me to make you cum?”

“Y-yes, please…” You whispered, loud enough for him to just about hear you, and that was all Chris needed.

With two long, slender fingers, he pushed your shorts and panties to the side. His eyes take in your soaked pink lips hungrily, before licking a thick stripe up your slit, relishing in how sweet you tasted.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking good baby, and your pussy is so pretty.” He purrs, drinking in how fucked out you already look when he’s barely even touched you. You feel yourself getting even wetter—if it were possible—at the sight of your boyfriend under you, his plush lips already coated in your arousal.

His tongue is back against your pussy, now lapping at your swollen clit—sucking the sensitive bud between his lips—forcing a loud cry of pleasure to escape your parted lips in between heavy pants. You felt a finger join Chris’ tongue and drag through your folds, gathering your wetness to lubricate it before pushing inside you slowly.

“Shit- you’re so tight..” He mumbled, pulling his mouth away from you for a moment to take in the sight of his finger disappearing into your heat, another long digit joining the first after he felt you relax around it.

Bringing his mouth back to your sopping wet core, you felt his lips wrap around your sensitive bud once more—your eyes rolling back, and back arching with your fingers raked through his hair—as he sucked harshly, feeling you tighten around his fingers he knew you were close.

Curling his digits inside you, Chris flattened his tongue against your clit and shook his head from side to side. The new sensation brought up a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach, whispered curses leaving your lips- repeating like a mantra as your orgasm built up.

With a final curl of his fingers brushing just the right spot inside you, your mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy, pleasure washing over you as your thighs trembled. You heard Chris moan deliciously, tasting your release coating his tongue, your essence drenching his lips and a small trail escaping the corner of his mouth.

He slowly pulled his fingers from you, a whimper leaving your lips at the sudden emptiness. Chris left a soft, wet kiss on your inner thigh before releasing you from his grip.

Panting softly, you looked around.

“Fuck, there’s popcorn everywhere.”

[cherrysoojins]

🍞 𓂂 ⟢ 👜 ♡

random texts with han jisung as your boyfriend !

female reader x han jisung

idol! han jisung x college! reader

fluff, swearing, genuinely just fluff, small suggestive text (nothing insane), let me know of any other warnings that should be added!

[newworldwritings]

THE BET | #4 I’m in.

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SUMMARY -> in a world where Bang Chan the rising athlete of the basketball team was forced into a bet made by his friends to get into bed with the ice queen Y/N known to dismiss any boy who comes her way…

Or

where Bang Chan finally gets to reconcile/make up with his old best friend who was known as the sweetest girl before college who he ghosted out of nowhere

[salamanderdr]

5/8 fem ! Skz

~

Hyunjin 🥟

She/her

[h0neyjaehyun]

Karma:honesty is the best policy

Felix: when you went to the bathroom i tried to eat your pen

Karma: no honey

[sungielvr]

Nervous Young Inhumans

4장

Warning - smoking weed, talk about depression

W.C. 2.2k

Once Seoyoon calmed her breathing she sat there for a second with her face tingling and her body numb thinking about what excuse she could give Chan as to why she can't go. But as her brain began to think she realized that this friendship might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, she may never find friends as tight and as kind as these and she's just not ready to let her self-destruction ruin this quite yet. 

That being said, Seoyeon's body still heavy heart still shaking she gets up and hops in the shower so she can hangout with Chan. She gets dressed into a pair of light blue flowy pants and a white tank top with a matching white sweater to go over. Seoyoon looks at her phone and texts Chan her address. When she looks back up at the mirror in her room she lets out a deep breath and smiles. She needs this to look realistic; she doesn't need someone to pity her. 

Her awkward facial modeling in the mirror was interrupted by a ping from her phone—a text from Chan, indicating that he had arrived. Her heart started to beat a little quicker before she rushed out the door, she took a big hit of her dab pen before putting it in her purse hoping it would calm her nerves enough not to make an embarrassment of herself.

As she locked up and descended the stairs, Chan was leaning on the car, waiting for her. As their eyes met, an unknown force seemed to push her emotions to the surface, making her want to break down in tears and seek comfort in his arms. His eyes exuded an overwhelming compassion that momentarily shook her smile, though she quickly regained composure. Seoyoon approached him, waving, but instead of reciprocating, Chan looked concerned, quickly sensing that something was bothering her.

“Are you okay, Yoonie-shi?” Chan gently held her arms, scrutinizing her with care. Despite feeling small under his gaze, she playfully shook him off, reassuring him that she was fine, and proceeded to the passenger side of the car.

Chan let it go for the time being and got in the car with her, before he drove off he gave her his phone to let her play music. Seoyoon chose her Twice playlist, considering it a safe choice since almost everyone loves Twice. The short drive to the restaurant remained comfortably silent.

They both had their food and were working on the second bottle of soju.

Once they settled in and had their food, they began working on their second bottle of soju. Seoyoon couldn't help but giggle, noticing Chan's seemingly high tolerance, while she was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol. Chan smiled fondly at her, but his concern grew as she appeared unfocused and slightly pouty.

“Maybe we should slow down on the soju, doll,” Chan suggested, attempting to ease any tension.

“You don't understand, Channie. My life has been so tough—I deserve this,” Seoyoon mumbled, her head now resting on the table as she began to cry softly. Chan might not have noticed if it weren't for the faint sniffle that caught his ears.

“Oh, Yoonie-ah, what's wrong? Please talk to Channie,” he urged, his voice gentle and sincere, prompting Seoyoon to look up with teary eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut, then let out a sob. To Chan, she looked like a little kid throwing a tantrum, and for a moment, he couldn't help but find her absolutely adorable.

She did a few exaggerated gasps of air before she spit out, 

“ I- I’m getting evicted and i have thirty days to find a new apartment in my price range, on top of it i have so, so much homework to get done and i just- i just can’t anymore you know?” 

Chan was once again stunned. His heart can’t help but hurt for the girl and the pitiful look on her face. He grabs her hand before speaking,

"Seoyoon-ah, don't worry, everything will be okay, alright? The boys and I have an extra room that we were using to store a couple of instruments, but it's nothing that can't be moved. How about you consider staying with us?"

Seoyoon's eyes widen in surprise, her mind racing for a moment before she shakes her head rapidly.

"No, no, no, I can't do that. I don't want to intrude, and besides, the boys don't know anything about my situation. It wouldn't be fair to just spring it onto them without knowing if they'd be comfortable with it."

Chan's eyes narrowed slightly, assuming a parental expression as if he were about to scold his child. Seoyoon noticed the change in his demeanor and instinctively curled in on herself, peering up at him through her eyelashes.

“Seoyoon-shi, let us help you, please. You don't have to go through this alone… How about I talk to the others about it first, and then we'll take it from there? How does that sound?” Chan's voice initially carried a strict tone, but as he continued to gaze at her, his demeanor softened. Seoyoon took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding with a small voice, agreeing that she would be okay with that.

After savoring the delicious ramyeon, Chan surprised Seoyoon with a sweet gesture by buying her an ice cream before they headed back. They stood outside Seoyoon's soon-to-be old apartment, smiling, and both thanking each other for the fun night. 

“I have to head back to the boys now, and you should get some rest. Tomorrow's going to be a busy day with all the packing to do,” Chan said playfully, winking at her before turning to walk away. Seoyoon playfully rolled her eyes at his teasing remark, watching him as he walked away, and then she made her way into her apartment.

As soon as Chan stepped through the door, he was bombarded with questions about how the hangout went. With a smile, he redirected everyone to the living room, eager to share every detail. As he recounted the events, his expression turned solemn when he reached the part where Seoyoon broke down in tears. The boys exchanged worried glances as Chan explained her eviction and need for a place to stay.

In an instant, Felix and Jeongin sprang into action, rushing to the empty room to get it ready for Seoyoon. Chan had expected the boys' agreement, given how they all seemed drawn to her and willingly shared a piece of their lives with her, even after just a few days. With a sense of contentment, he headed to his own room, feeling compelled to call Seoyoon and share the news.

To his surprise, Seoyoon answered the phone. Her voice was soft and shy as she greeted him. Chan cleared his throat before breaking the news, "Hey, Seoyoon, so, bad news... The boys said they are more than okay with you moving in."

Seoyoon let out a relieved breath, her tone tinged with humor, "You're such an ass, Chan. I thought for a second they said no. I really appreciate this. I'll owe you forever." As she spoke, her voice broke, and once again, tears welled up in her eyes. But this time, they were tears of relief. Amidst sniffles, she whispered tiny thank-yous before telling him goodnight and hanging up the phone.

Before Chan had called, Seoyoon was sitting in her bathtub head leaned onto her knees while she stared deep in thought. Thoughts of her past and the seemingly relentless cycle of sadness and hardship swirled in her mind. She couldn't help but wonder what she might have done in a past life to deserve such a heavy burden. 

However, as she answered the call, something unexpected happened. Instead of feeling the usual weight of melancholy and emptiness, her heart was enveloped in a tender warmth. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Seoyoon found herself genuinely believing someone when they assured her that everything would eventually be okay. The realization brought tears to her eyes,they were not tears of despair; they were tears of a fragile hope that perhaps the future could hold something different, something brighter. 

After washing up, Seoyoon returned to her room, a genuine smile adorning her face as she packed some of her belongings. As the end of the week arrived, all eight boys gathered in the middle of Seoyoon's apartment, attentively listening to her directions. Once she finished giving instructions, they sprang into action, eagerly helping her with the move.

Seoyoon didn't have many belongings left to move, as she no longer needed most of her furniture. Despite this, the boys worked diligently, and the process progressed surprisingly quickly. In just 2 ½ hours, they managed to complete the job, leaving Seoyoon feeling grateful and overwhelmed by their kindness.

Now settled in her new apartment and finally alone in her room, Seoyoon decides it's the perfect time to start unpacking and carefully decorating her space to reduce the clutter. With music playing in the background, she takes a moment to relax and pulls out a new cart to smoke, creating a soothing vibe for herself.

About 20 minutes into her peaceful moment, a knock on the door startles her, prompting her to hurriedly search for clothes that would hide her scarred skin, as she was only in skimpy pajamas. "ONE SECOND!" she calls out from inside before opening the door to find Changbin standing there with a gentle smile on his face.

Seoyoon opens the door wider, stepping aside to let him in. Changbin takes a quick glance around the room before returning the soft smile. "Do you need any help, Seoyoon-shi?" he asks, to which Seoyoon nods with gratitude, a small smile gracing her face. Together, they work in a harmonious rhythm, helping each other unpack and arrange items.

As they make good progress, Changbin starts to feel a little bored but suddenly remembers what Jisung had told him earlier. 

“Hey, Seoyoon, Sungie was telling us about how you're producing your own song. Is it okay if we listen?" Changbin's eyes were filled with genuine interest as he asked, leaving Seoyoon momentarily shocked before quickly responding.

"Oh, yeah, of course. Just, um, don't expect too much. I mean, I'm not that good," Seoyoon said, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. She pulled out her phone and sent the song file to Changbin, trying to hide her shy and nervous blush by keeping her head down.

As Changbin received the file and glanced up at her with a mischievous grin, Seoyoon couldn't help but wonder what he had in mind. Before she could ask, Changbin burst out of the room in a fit of giggles, and Seoyoon took a few seconds to process what just happened and why he ran away. The realization hit her, and she ran after him.

Changbin made his way to the living room, calling all the boys to gather there. Seoyoon finally caught up with him and playfully dropped to her knees, begging him not to play the song out loud. But Changbin's grin only grew wider, and he proceeded to hook his phone up to the speakers. The other boys entered the room, curious about the commotion.

"Well, I had this amazing idea that we would all listen to the new song Seoyoon made together. Wouldn't that be fun?" Changbin explained to the guys, who readily agreed. He pressed play, and the room filled with the melody. Seoyoon couldn't bear to watch the others' reactions, so she dropped her head into her knees, feeling a mix of nervousness and vulnerability.

I always thought I was such a fool

나는 늘 내가 참 바보 같았고

At some point, I feel dizzy

언제부턴가 음 나 어지러운 듯해

I was always very anxious

나는 늘 내가 참 불안했었고

Swimming is still difficult

헤엄치는 건 음 아직도 어려워

I don't want to dance on my own

내 맘대로 춤을 추고픈 게 아니에요

I just wanted to get drunk

난 그저 취하고 싶었을 뿐이에요

Don't look at me with those sharp eyes

그런 날카로운 눈으로 바라보진 말아요

I just wanted to do well…

난 그저 잘하고 싶었을 뿐이에요… 

Seoyoon's eyes remained closed as she hummed in perfect harmony to the song, completely immersed in its melody. She lost herself in the music until it came to an end, and she opened her eyes, anxiously awaiting their reaction. To her delight, the boys erupted into cheers, showering her with praise and admiration for her incredible talent. Some of them couldn't resist patting her head or pulling her into brief, excited hugs. Seoyoon blushed, her face radiant with joy and gratitude, though she tried to contain her excitement with a bright but shy smile. 

At that very moment, every boy in the room realized how much they adored the glow on her face, the happiness that radiated from within. It struck them all deeply, and they silently made it their mission to bring that same sparkle of love and happiness to her life every day. From that point on, they cherished every opportunity to witness her giggle and see her shine, knowing that Seoyoon's happiness was something they all wanted to protect and nurture.

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[imfoive]

Skz fake texts ── bf! SKZ Random sh*t you send each other Pt.3

Warning: mentions of cursing, playful banter

── all fake texts

[ot8xbangchansgirlsblog]

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕜🧸

Summary (Short series):

The story follows an omega, enslaved and owned by JYP, who encounters Felix, a kind-hearted member of the SKZ pack. Felix feels sympathy for her and decides to bring her back to his pack, only to discover she is the last remaining soulmate. While Minho shows a protective side toward her, Hyunjin and Seungmin are openly hostile, leading to tension within the pack. As the omega grows closer to Han and distanced from Felix due to the negativity, Felix becomes affected by the situation.

The plot thickens with Felix’s impending heat and a studio lock-in with Chan. After winning an award, Hyunjin’s rejection of the omega drives her to isolate herself, exacerbating her discomfort. A vacation to the cabins sees new threats as wolves attempt to kidnap Felix, the omega, and Han. The situation leads to intense heat cycles, and the pack dynamics become even more strained. I.N struggles with his feelings towards the omega, bound by pack rules that only Bangchan can mark her first.

Despite challenges, including social media backlash against Felix and overwhelming experiences in public, the omega finds solace in gardening and caring for animals. The story resolves with pack members addressing their conflicts, accepting one another, and finding a balance in their complex relationships.

𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖🧸

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖: Love at first site

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠: Why is she here?

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖: Rules of the pack

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣: "who used my kitchen?"

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖: Soft pillows

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕩: short skirts and pretty omegas

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟: Sleeping beauty

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: Fresh start

[sweetkpopmusings]

stray kids soulmate aus | b. chan <3

a/n: i was knocked out by a migraine for days and the main motivation for me to get better was so i could write this au :,-) i love sweet chan and this prompt in particular has been a favorite of mine my whole life !!! i hope you enjoy it <33 pics not mine~

content: fluff, soulmate au | wc: 1.8k | warnings: none really! some mentions of food | pairing: soulmate!chan x gn!reader | requests: open

♡ chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin ♡

soulmates meet in dreams every night, but your paths won’t cross in waking life until the time is right.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

whenever chan had a rough day, he would crave sleep more desperately than on his worst insomniac nights. today was one of those days. he couldn’t say that it was a bad day, but they were nearing the end of the tour, so his emotions and physical exhaustion were running high. he rushed through his nighttime routine, aching to fall asleep and see your face. he knew that, even if it were brief, being with you would keep him from completely falling apart.

“it’s about time you showed up!” you teased, grinning at chan when he walked into the living room you two designed.

“i’m really sorry, y/n,” chan sighed, falling onto the sofa, “these last few shows have messed with my sleep schedule more than i expected. i feel so bad that i haven’t been around as much.”

your heart broke when you saw his frown, “chan, i’m not mad. please don’t feel bad. i just miss hanging out with you, and this is the only place i can do it. i’m grateful for any time we get together during your busy schedule!”

“y/n…” chan’s frown turned into an adorable pout, “that makes me feel even more guilty. you can’t be so nice and understanding!”

you laughed when he put his head in his hands. you wrapped him into a hug, appreciating the giggles that escaped his lips at the close contact. 

“i miss you more,” chan mumbled against your clothing.

you shook your head, which, surprisingly, chan noticed, “don’t disagree with me! it’s true!”

chan smiled widely when he saw you laughing. he paused to enjoy the sound of your laughter. then, once your laughs quieted, he held both of your hands in his.

“i promise that i’ll rest a ton once i’m back from tour, okay? i’ll be on break for a while, so i’ll make sure i am at your beck and call every time you sleep. i’ll do everything i can to make it up to you, to make up for the lost time. i swear.”

the combination of his grasp and sincere gaze was almost overwhelming. chan always made promises with his full heart, and you knew that to be especially true right now. 

“i believe you,” you smiled, which prompted chan’s shoulders to relax, “thank you, chan. you don’t have to make it up to me. but you do need to get some more rest. i don’t want to have to scold you to take care of yourself the first time we meet!”

“you’re going to anyway, no matter what i do,” chan teased, laughing hysterically at your glare.  

you moved the conversation into lighter topics, soaking up his presence. though the visit was once again fleeting, you two enjoyed your time together. it was always healing to be with chan. whether you spent your dreams seeing the world or relaxing in a familiar space, you woke up feeling rested, all thanks to spending the night with your other half.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

after chan returned from tour, both of you happily settled into your normal routine. he kept his promise of resting more, much to your delight. rather than having to rush conversations, you could enjoy each other’s company throughout the night, only parting when your alarm went off in the morning. it was easy, natural. of course, there were days when the sunlight hit your eyes and left you feeling empty because that action alone separated you from your person. most days though, you beamed with gratitude because chan was recovering from his strenuous tour and returning to the happy-go-lucky man you knew him to be. 

last night’s dream was particularly wonderful. you and chan strolled around your favorite neighborhood while he told you all his favorite stories from tour. your heart always soared when you listened to the way he talked about seeing stays and joked about the antics he and the boys got up to while traveling. truly, the best part of it all was seeing him happy. the sparkle in his eyes and the upbeat tone of his voice were like a rush of sugar, the sweetest thing in the world. you confessed this to chan when a comfortable silence fell over you, and the last thing you heard before waking up was the sound of him giggling, highlighted by chan’s blushing skin.

perhaps it was chan’s sweetness that had you craving a treat as soon as you opened your eyes. stretching and soaking in the peacefulness of the late morning, you decided to go to your favorite bakery. it was the weekend, after all, and you wanted to do everything you could to maintain the happy mood chan put you in. after getting ready, you made your way to the bakery. the familiar route allowed your mind to wander, unsurprisingly to thoughts of your sweet soulmate.

the first dream you shared with chan was when you were six years old. you swung back and forth on the swingset in a quiet playground, covered nicely by the shade of a large tree. from beside you, a voice you had never heard before asked can i swing here too? you looked over, curious and unalarmed. when you saw the boy with curly brown hair smile shyly at you, you felt the tiniest of butterflies flutter in your stomach. you nodded, introducing yourself when he sat down on the swing next to you, i’m y/n. what’s your name? he grew more confident after hearing your voice, grinning charmingly as he said, i’m chan. it’s nice to meet you, y/n. you two watched the clouds float by, calling out the shapes you saw. in your childhood innocence and bravery, you suddenly asked, are you my soulmate? even as an adult, you could never forget the way chan’s ears turned bright red. how heartwarming it was for him to blush at the word “soulmate!” you didn’t need to hear him say yes, because the pink on his cheeks and the hopefulness in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. you wondered, heart pounding in your chest, if he’d look at you like that the first time he saw you in the real world.

the sound of the bakery door’s bell ringing snapped you out of your reverie. you inhaled the decadent smells of the shop, fresh baked warmth fit for a saturday. your lovestruck thoughts of chan could wait. you had business to attend to. 

you greeted the employees, browsing the items on display. you took your time, selected your treats, and paid at the register. the place wasn’t too full, so you figured you could take a seat at a table near the window to appreciate the cozy ambience for a bit. you scanned for the closest empty table, nearly falling over when you locked eyes with someone.

well, not just someone. chan.

your mouth opened, but you couldn’t produce anything more than a few stammering syllables. chan’s eyes were wide with shock, quickly twinkling with happiness. soon, he started laughing. the sound bubbled out of him as though he were a child set free in a candy store, delighted beyond belief. you started laughing too. before people started to stare, chan waved you over to his table, pulling out a seat just for you.

“fancy seeing you here,” chan giggled through the cheesy line.

you rolled your eyes, smile never leaving your face, “don’t get me wrong. it is absolutely the best surprise in the world to see you here right now. but how does drinking a large coffee count as resting?”

chan lifted the coffee cup between you two, “oh this? i only got this because i couldn’t find a nap buddy anywhere. it looks like my luck might have changed though.”

he winked, making you blush and giggle like a teenager. not wanting to let him have all the fun, you grinned and replied, “i guess my first official duty as your soulmate is getting you to take a nap, isn’t it?”

now it was chan’s turn to blush. your body flooded with fondness, seeing the way his ears turned bright red at the word soulmate as it had when he first heard you say it. chan accepted your order when they called out your name, excitedly commenting on how good your taste was. the pep in his step was visible, though anyone who saw you would say that your pace matched his exactly. you two practically skipped the whole way back to your place, conversation flowing as though seeing each other was your plan all along. 

“can we take a second to talk about how crazy this is? that we finally met? after all these years, we’ve been only a handful of miles away from each other, and we met today?”

chan’s expression was full of glee and disbelief, and you agreed with his sentiment fully, “they really aren’t lying when they say you won’t meet until the time is right,” you paused, reminding yourself that this moment was real, “i do think it’s ridiculous we’ve practically been neighbors this whole time though. no wonder it always felt strange when you were on tour.”

chan pouted, “don’t remind me…that’ll make me feel even worse about leaving…” then, a smile replaced his pout, “at least now we know that every time i come back from traveling, i’ll be coming home to you!”

you returned his smile, only looking away to unlock your door. you slipped off your shoes and made room for chan to come inside. while you’ve dreamt of chan your whole life, nothing was more surreal than seeing him in your home. he looked so much like he belonged there, as though he had been inhabiting the space for as long as you. yet you stood there, staring, unable to believe that your dream had finally come true.

“what are you staring at, mon rêve?” chan asked, smiling sweetly.

“it’s just…” you walked across the room, meeting him halfway, “i can’t believe you’re here.”

chan hummed in agreement. without another word, he intertwined your hands, looking at you intently. you led him to your favorite nap spot, adjusting it so everything was just right. instinctively, your bodies molded together, finding comfort in the shared embrace. mere seconds after thank you left chan’s lips, you both slipped into sleep, breaths falling into your natural harmony.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed when you opened your eyes. it was strange, almost unnerving, to wake up from a dream that did not include chan. before the panic or sadness could settle in, you looked over to the man in your arms. you stared in awe at his lips curling up ever so slightly, his hair in disarray, and his chest rising to the beat of the precious heart you belonged to. every little detail of chan was at your fingertips, and it was more beautiful than any dream you had ever had.

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𝙾𝚃8 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

𝑻𝒐 𝑫𝒊𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 - hyunjin x reader x felix au fanfic

CHAPTER 1

2 - The space between a rock and a hard place

The song is unfamiliar but neither of you care.

The beat pumps through the speakers, your heart somehow synchronizing to the rhythm while it feels like you're suffocating in the fog you and Hyunjin are creating in the tight, small car cabin.

The inside of your thighs burns with friction, your bra straps sliding down your shoulders, the sweat bouncing off Hyunjin's forehead and hair, he cusses repeatedly, long fingers leaving their imprints on your waist.

Your back almost slamming onto the horn, your heart drops to the pit of your stomach and you know you're barely a few seconds away from your high, lips quivering, you clamp his hair into your fists, pulling at it until he produces the most heavenly sounding breathy groan against the crook of your neck, a string of whispered curse words tumbling out of his mouth, "y-you coming? come baby, come. I-I want to see you come-", Hyunjin cups your cheek and buckles his hips one more time, sending you into a spiral of bliss, until you're spasming and trembling in his lap.

Body still rocking with his own high, warm fluids still coating your lower bodies, Hyunjin grins and squints at you, watching as you try to suck in as much oxygen as possible, the look on your face his favourite motion picture, the sounds coming out of your mouth his favourite soundtrack, despite the suggested playlist still playing in the background.

"Wh-why are you looking at me like that?", you mumble, leaning into his palm, droplets of sweat and tears falling down your arms, now looped loosely around his damp neck, his own sweat dripping down his chin: he looks fucking rough in the most beautiful, breathtaking way. It's what made you go insane every single time.

Not only Hyunjin had the most beautiful soul, the tenacious but kind heart residing in him making him the literal man of your dreams, he just exuded beauty. A simple flash of his eyes, a mischievous light flickering in them, his smile and you were gone. Feral. Dropping on your knees for him cause you loved him like crazy and could not stay mad at him even if you wanted to.

Which often led to the occasion at hand. A dinner date, him not liking the way the waiter made eyes at you, him getting upset and you getting even more upset, the brief fight to the parking lot and then the speed drive off back to your apartment.

The same apartment that you never reached that night.

Cause he had pulled over to the side turned up the volume and unfastened your seatbelt so he could lift you in his arms until you landed in his lap. The rolling of his seat reclining back and away from the steering wheel, the smacking of his lips in a trail down your neck and you were so gone. Couldn't even remember why you were so mad at him in the first place.

"I'm looking at my beautiful flower blooming in the moonlight", Hyunjin replies softly, his voice sultry and sweet and whispery as if he didn't just fuck your guts out and wanted to proceed to mind fuck your heart and your brains too. Forgiven. He would always be forgiven, you could easily just lay in the palm of his hand, at his complete disposal, with the certainty that he would take care of you.

Hyunjin wasn't just a sweet talker and egregious lover, he knew your soul too, he loved your mind too.

You kiss the inside of his hand, bringing his thumb up to your bottom lip, letting it graze its nervously bitten cracks. "Are you still mad at me?", you concede, watching his shiny eyes soften, "I was never mad at you...", he trails off, sighing with slight despair, "though I am about to make you ...". Furrowing your brows at his vague retort, you shuffle your still naked lower half in his lap, grateful the only source of light filtering in is the one emanating off the moon in the otherwise pitch blackness of the side road Hyunjin had parked the car on.

"I guess I have been a little jumpy lately cause I got the letter".

Your boyfriend drops his gaze momentarily, eyes fixating on your bare thighs and your tummy and the spot where your naked bodies dissapear one into the other.

You swallow the thick lump in your throat and pinch his pointed chin in between your fingers, "tell me you're lying", you whine anxiously but he shakes his head and tilts his head up to press a kiss flush onto your lips, "never. I would never lie to you", he muses, hands sliding down your arms and your waist, he pulls you to him, and you know he's doing that out of reflex, cause he's aware he's about to hurt you.

"I'm leaving in 4 weeks".

"Hey darling! How are you today?", your mum's chirp voice squeaks on the other side of the line, you sigh, absent-mindedly stirring the mushy mix of soggy cereal and milk in your nearly untouched bowl.

The early morning sunshine has only just started peeking through the thick curtain of pale grey clouds, it was supposed to rain today, but it wouldn't surprise you if it eneded up not happening. Sunshine on a cloudy day didn't make you any happier. Nor any more upset. Nothing really made any difference to you anymore.

"Fine", you quip, your tone clipped, not at all in any mood to talk, you finally decide to discard your half attempt at having breakfast and watch as the meager meal spins down the drain in the sink.

Coffee before going to work for 8 hours straight was going to suffice anyway, it's not like you were too hungry. It's not like you're hungry, ever.

Meals were sparse and random, no underlying disorder there, you weren't trying to loose weight or anything, you just didn't care much for anything.

You ate because you needed to in order to survive but there was no joy in it, no disgust either. Sometimes cramps would disrupt your stomach and you knew you had to feed it something, and so you did, whenever, with whatever you found rummaging thriught your usually half empty fridge and cupboards.

Hyunjin used to love his carbs. The flour fairy, the dumpling shaped man who loved surprising you with takeaway Chinese soup dumplings on a Wednesday night after work. Food tasted different back then, it tasted like something. But he wasn't here anymore was he? Cardboard soup and wood shavings for lunch would probably taste the same as real food to you now.

Your mum sighs defeatedly, you can hear her tapping her fingernails on the back of her phone, trying to come up with anything to say at all, "y/n, honey, you always say you're fine and no more than that. How's work? Did they finally promote you? Have you seen any of your coworkers for brunch lately? Got any shopping done?".

Ah. Mundanity! Like you could ever even phatom that. Days all looked and felt the fucking same, there were no coworkers friends or brunches or shopping, much less a promotion at a damn retail store where you pretty much hated everything and everyone and just merely survived each day cause you needed to pay rent.

"Work is fine. No promotion. No brunch. No shopping. I gotta leave now to go to said work, I'll talk to you later", you dismiss your mum quickly, doing the last button on your coat before grabbing your keys and heading out, "wait y/n wait please wait!", your mum's shrill voice rings through the speaker and you wince, slamming the door of your car once you're seated behind the wheel.

"Have you thought about that things we talked about last week?". Rolling your eyes, you turn on the ignition, your finger already hovering over the red end call button on your phone screen, "yes, I have thought about it. Answer's still no, will still be no in 3 more years. I'm done with this conversation I have to go now. Bye". Click.

You didn't quite understand the prude discretion your mum kept using when referring to shrinks. Or therapists or psychiatrists or whatever the hell they're called. It's not like it was blasphemy to call things by their name. Also you didn't understand why she kept going at it, suggesting you see a professional every 5 months or so ever since Hyunjin died.

Both your thought process and your answer had not changed throughout this whole time and they weren't going to. You firmly believed you needed no one else but yourself to process and elaborate his death. You were fine. You were completely fine and despised the idea of a shrink continuously asking how you're feeling and suggesting you take meds and sleeping pills. You. Were. Fine.

Sure, you still saw Hyunjin somewhere indefinite up in your head, a nameless space where you still talked to him and touched him and felt like you could breathe for a second and not wish for your day to come soon like you did every single morning in real life, from the day Superintendent Shin called to let you know your boyfriend had passed away.

You weren't completely off the rails, that much you knew. There was no need of a complacent self assured overly expensive professional to say that to you. You did feel like that at first, lost and confused and in so much pain you thought you weren't going to survive the night.

Hyunjin appearing like that felt like an hallucination you were not quite ready to experience.

"Honey...come here", Hyunjin whispers, arms out stretched, his face looking clean and handsome, his hair neatly combed and thick and luscious. And his body: perfectly intact. Unblemished. No fatal shrapnel wounds on his broad chest, no scars, no blood. He looked mesmerising as ever, clean, healthy. Alive. Hyunjin looked and felt alive.

Dazed and confused, you blink at him a few times, pure disbelief taking over your features, "this-this is a dream right? It must be. I saw your casket not 2 days ago".

Hyunjin shakes his head, a small smile on his lips, he reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ears, the sweetest look in his eyes as he takes in your shocked face, "I promise this is real. I know you think this is crazy, that you think you're crazy. But you're sane. I am here, for real. I don't know how to explain it either but this is real".

You stare at his chest, your fingers just barely skimming the soft material of his button up, tracing the outline of where the lethal splinter had pierced through his lungs and he takes a deep breath, he unbuttons his shirt and delicately places your trembling hand upon his newly exposed chest: his skin is smooth, untattered. Cold. The faintest murmur of a heartbeat flickering beneath your finger pads.

"I am fine. I am safe. I was never hurt, when shrapnel hit me it lasted but a second, I didn't feel a thing, my love. I passed away peacefully, without even realising. There was no pain, it suddenly felt like I had just fallen into the deepest sleep".

Hyunjin was always quite soft spoken and kind, but the peacefulness and calmness about him even as he recollects the exact moment he died stuns you. Baffled, you retract your hand and stare at him, blinking back tears. A certain amount of relief in knowing he didn't suffer settling in your heart.

Though the imaginary flash of him being hit and falling to the ground in a pool of his own blood does not cease to haunt you. As you'll figure out in time, no reassurance whatsover will ever stop your galloping imagination from producing the most gruesome and heartbreaking images of his death.

"How can this even be? You-you-", words get stuck in your throat, the oxygen in your chest no longer important the second Hyunjin embraces you. It feels like ... the earth. He feels like earth. His skin is cold but his hands around your waist are warm, the scent of his skin reminds you of soil and flowers and rain.

"I love you. I missed you so so much", he murmurs sweetly, everything about the feel of him and his voice and his lips dragging gently down the side of your neck making your knees go weak: he is here. Right here in your arms. He is safe. And he is here.

<<Here>> had later become an unsatisfactory word for it. Hyunjin wasn't anywhere but he was everywhere at once. You could only meet him inside your head, whatever that meant, and only at night when you went to sleep. Neither of you fully ever grasped how it worked, you could barely think of him and he would appear but could not materialise himself in the daylight.

He watched over you, that much he confessed. Not all the time, cause he had admitted it pained him a little too much not being able to intervene in any way, not being able to participate in any way.

The space between oblivion and heaven, that's what he called the white nothingness where you saw each other.

He had no idea how long he was going to be able to stay and you dreaded the idea of losing him again, as irrational as it sounded. Hyunjin was there and he was real and he could kiss you and hold you and talk to you and it was like he never left for the brief dark hours of the night.

If your life had lost part of its meaning with him passing away, it had now regained its only purpose: to drag on until you could finally be reunited with him forever.

Days blended all together, you only felt like you were alive and present at night.

Felix fitted the equation by being a pass time. You felt nothing day in and day out. The cold monotony of your life only rendered more bearable when he was inside you. Your heart never faltering, just body warmth until you could close your eyes and liberate your bones from the weight of nothingness.

Chapter 3

[wanghyunjiin]

—red bottoms, lmh.

pairing — Dom!Minho x afab!reader

plot— Sometimes you just enjoy pissing him off.

word count - 1.3k

content - dirty talk, hair pulling

warnings — jealousy, degradation, suggestive content, 18+ ONLY

It didn’t take much to rile him up. 

When you did, you couldn’t deny the heat that pooled between your thighs. It made you press them as close together as possible, hoping that it would relieve the ache. 

You followed behind him silently as he unlocked the front door to your shared apartment, the tension lingering heavily in the air as he shrugged off his jacket and threw it over the back of the couch. He wouldn’t even look at you.

Maybe you took it a little too far?

You had accompanied him to a company fundraiser. It was a common occurrence for the two of you, but this time you were especially bored. Most of the guests were middle-aged men with wallets too thick and hairlines too thin to hold your attention. Except for one of Minho’s colleagues, and close friends. With his long dark hair and thick, pillowy lips, no one could deny Hwang Hyunjin was very handsome. Objectively, of course.

Minho being as protective and prone to jealousy as he was, was enraged as he watched you talk to Hyunjin. The younger man making you laugh at a joke that Minho couldn’t help but assume from knowing him couldn’t possibly have been that funny. And when you tossed your head back in laughter, with your arm finding its way to wrap around Hyunjin’s bicep, Minho felt a fire burning through his veins at the sight.

Were you trying to piss him off?

He had made up a poor excuse for why he needed to leave early, earning a few eyebrows raised but no one asked questions. Minho said his goodbyes to the few familiar faces in the ballroom before taking your hand from Hyunjin's arm pointedly and lacing his fingers through yours. Minho bid his younger friend a short, expressionless, goodbye and practically dragged you behind him as he rushed out of the hotel lobby. You struggled to maintain the pace in your red-bottom stilettos, they clicked loudly against the marble floor as you tried to keep up. A gift for your birthday last year.

So that led you to this moment. 

Minho finally turned around to look at you, the lack of emotion on his face making you nervous. You opened your mouth to apologize but he cut you off before you could say a word.

“Don’t.” 

He spat the word at you with a single shake of his head and you closed your mouth, heading his warning. You were never scared of Minho, there was nothing to be scared of, he was by no means dangerous when he was mad but you couldn’t help the guilt settling in your stomach. You loved him more than anything and you knew he did all he could and more to make sure he was providing for you and keeping you happy. And there you were at a charity event, flirting with one of his friends out of boredom when you were supposed to be keeping him company.

Looking down at your feet, you heard his footsteps moving towards you slowly. 

Minho stopped directly in front of you and lifted your chin with a single finger until you were looking directly into his eyes, you couldn’t ignore the fire burning in them and you felt your lace panties dampen.

‘Fuck, he’s so hot.’ The only thought that ran through your mind before his lips pressed against yours forcefully.

Even when he was being rough with you, his lips felt so soft and plush, you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the sensation. Minho’s fingers moved from your chin to card through your hair, his grip tightened as he bit your lower lip and tugged lightly before letting go.

“You think he’s funny? Hm? Putting your hands on him in front of me, and everyone, like that.. Were you trying to make me jealous?”

His glare intensified, and his fist in your hair only tightened, making a whimper escape your lips as it started to burn almost painfully. Almost. You attempted to shake your head, which proved difficult with his hold on you, tears stinging your eyes as you stuttered.

“N-no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean t-”

The fire in Minho's eyes died down slightly, replaced with amusement as cocked his head to the side and cut you off mid-sentence. 

“You didn’t mean to? You didn’t mean to put your hands all over him? You didn’t mean to act like a desperate little slut that just wanted to be fucked? Is that what you’re sorry for?”

Tongue tracing across his lower lip as he fought off a shallow laugh, feeding off of how needy you looked, Minho drank in the way your eyes practically begged for him to fuck you. He knew what you were doing, and if you thought he was going to play along with your little game? That’s exactly what he was going to do.

Minho saw you press your thighs together, and the way your eyes dilated. He knew you like the back of his hand, so he knew that the harsh accusations he was spitting at you were doing nothing but soaking through your panties and leaving you aching to be fucked.

Another soft whimper left your lips, which caused a short laugh to escape him. Minho's grip in your hair forced your head back, he licked a thick stripe up the column of your throat from your collarbone to your earlobe before biting down on the soft flesh lightly, not wanting to be too aggressive with you even though he knew that’s what you wanted.

Your knees started to buckle, the way he took complete control of you leaving you feeling weak. You gripped the front of his shirt to keep yourself upright, feeling the straps of the heels you were wearing start to dig into your ankles painfully.

“Go lay on the bed. Take off that dress. Leave your panties and the shoes on.” Minho commanded, whispering his commands directly into your ear. He opened his clenched fist and freed your locks from his grip, the burning pain in your scalp almost instantly fading. 

You hurried past your boyfriend and followed his commands, stripping off the tight red dress you were wearing and dropping it on the hardwood floor of your bedroom. 

It was one of his favourites, the off-the-shoulder neckline showing off your prominent collarbones, and the texture of the velvet felt so good under his fingertips. This definitely wasn’t the first time you had a night like this, especially when you wore this dress.

You lay on the bed, soaked panties and heels still on as you were told, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to appear. You couldn’t help the way your heart raced in anticipation, debating whether or not to grab the handcuffs from his bedside drawer. Nothing like a subtle hint to get what you want.

A moment later, your lover walked through the door, fingers swiftly unbuttoning his now creased shirt. 

“Oh, so you can behave... You just choose when to?” He asked rhetorically, noting you followed his instructions exactly. “Or are you behaving now because you think I’ll give you what you want... Is that it Princess?”

Even considering the circumstance, the pet name makes your heart flutter. You bit your lip softly, fighting the urge to retort with your own sly comment, knowing whatever you were planning on saying would just give him more reason to torment you.

Minho, now shirtless, climbs onto the bed. He crawls towards you, settling over you with his knees between your thighs, nudging your legs further apart, and licks his lips taking in the sight of the wet patch on your panties. The thin piece of, now-soaked, fabric was the only barrier between your boyfriend and the pleasure you so desperately craved.

Leaning down until his lips ghosted directly over yours, a smirk graced Minho’s lips as he whispered to you.

“You’re in for a long night Princess, I hope you weren’t expecting to cum anytime soon.”

[cherrysoojins]

family : where the seo household is never quiet.

ot8 skz &&. reader

female reader, smau, au.

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— living in a house with your brother, seo changbin and his friend, chan, was already chaotic enough. but added in the mix of their friends and your friends all being in the house all the time, there is never a quiet moment in the house, nor in the groupchat.

slight romance, slice of life, swearing, crack smau fic, written portions, some dark themes — (warnings will be provided on chapters), friends au, chaos, sfw, will add more warnings later.

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