#bring back mullet hyunjin

[jinnie-ret]

hii, its the anon who asked about lgbtq+ readers.

what i had in mind was a nonbinary 9th member who uses they/them pronouns and interviewers and talk how hosts etc keep misgendering them and using the wrong pronouns, saying how theyre the only female member. the boys are the one to keep adamantly correcting them, no matter how many times they have to do it. the reader would be annoyed at the interviewers but glad the boys had their back, maybe the boys reassuring them at the end.

obviously only write it if you feel comfortable, thank you for answering my original ask!! your writing is great and a big comfort, i honestly think youd be great at writing it but this is your blog and only write what you feel comfy writing <333

who I am

stray kids x ninth member non-binary!reader (platonic)

genre: angst, fluff

content warnings: ignorant interviewer, misgendering

word count: 1.4k

summary: the boys support y/n for who they are, and show them that they truly have their back when a podcast goes wrong.

Thank you so much! Ok! I finally wrote it! I hope that this brings you great comfort like my other fics do too! And please give me feedback that this was written okay because I would never want to misrepresent anyone or their feelings in my writing.

As always, like, reblog if you enjoyed, and my asks are open for any requests you may have. And let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I post :)

MAIN MASTERLIST

"Welcome back to the podcast! Today we have a special guest, or guests, should I say, Stray Kids! Everyone give it up for Stray Kids!" the interviewer, Oscar, introduces us, the camera panning to us all sat in a cosy studio setting. We were currently in LA promoting our new album.

"Thank you inviting us!" Bang Chan says bashfully. We all knew of the podcast, well, us English speakers did, and we were so excited to be on the show.

"So, let's get right into it, you're here to talk about your new album, right?" Oscar smiles, looking down at his notes before asking us the question.

"Yeah, we've just released our new album 5STAR, and we hope that our fans enjoy it, and, yeah!" Felix begins to explain, smiling as he trails off, not knowing what else to add on. You give him a rub on the shoulder, letting him know that he was doing a good job. That's what you loved about being in Stray Kids, no matter who you were, you had each other's backs.

"It really is so cool to have you all here, and may I say, this really is a unique bunch of members you have here," Oscar waves his hands as he explains.

"Well, we like to think that we all bring something different to the table haha," you laugh along politely.

"Well, that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about, Y/N," Oscar turns his body towards you slightly.

The others go 'ohhh', making you blush slightly.

"You want to ask me?" you brush your hair back, your newly cut black mullet, which went down a treat with stays.

"Yes, the reason I say you're in quite a unique situation, is because, well, it's so rare to see 8 guys and a girl in one group together!" Oscar smiles.

Oh.

Your smile dropped.

Maybe you had gotten your hopes up, thinking he'd be talking about your input on the fashion of the group, considering it was quite well known, especially with the group's growing popularity that you created many of the pieces that yourself and the boys would wear.

But no. Somehow you didn't think that this topic would be brought up once again.

"Stray Kids is family, no matter what," Hyunjin spoke up, communicating as best he could in English that gender didn't matter.

The boys could sense your discomfort at Oscar blatantly calling you a girl. Surely he's done enough research that he knows you identify differently?

Even the less confident English speakers, Lee Know and Jeongin seemed to catch on what was happening.

"And what an interesting family you are indeed," Oscar didn't notice your unease or the slightly more defensive stances that the boys acquired from their seats.

"I also wanted to comment that I think Y/N is my bias, you guys!"

Seeming to think there was a more lighter mood in the room, Y/N themself to relax a bit and laugh along.

"Come on boys, don't be jealous, I just think she's got this special quality about her," Oscar continued, thinking the frowns on your members' faces were playfully jealous of his comment.

"They are very special to us, we feel lucky to have them in our group," Han spoke up, subtlely linking his pinkie with yours as a form of comfort. The boys knew that such situations like this still hurt you, because of how you struggled to understand why you felt different and finally knew why, it was frustrating when other people, who were clearly in a position to do some research, didn't know.

Of course you'd give the benefit of the doubt, maybe he didn't know and he might be apologetic, in which case it would all smooth over.

But it wasn't in this case.

"Actually, Oscar, Y/N is non-binary," Chan began, looking towards you to see if you wanted to continue.

"Yes, I use they/them pronouns and don't identify as either male or female, I'm just, me," you shrug it off and say casually, because that's how you felt it should be. It wasn't a big deal,.it was just who you are.

"Oh wow, that's quite interesting, so you don't look at it like she's your younger sister? Or you don't think that as a boyband you have a disadvantage having a female member?" Oscar furrowed his brows.

"We don't feel the need to recognise our member by a gender," Seungmin grabbed the mic provided by the studio and calmly spoke into it, it almost fully calmed you down, his soft voice as he spoke in English filling the room.

"It doesn't matter. We are a group. Just a group of people who like making music and entertaining our stays, and that's how they like it, so..." Felix's knee bobbed up and down, and you couldn't tell if the ray of sunshine was slowly turning into a thundercloud or if he was nervous to speak his mind. You were thankful either way.

"Right... I mean, it's funny, it must be weird, like having her as a novelty to the group, almost?" Oscar said genuinely, like he didn't see an issue in how he was conducting himself.

"They are best," Jeongin threw a cheeky smile your way, making the weight on your shoulders feel just a little bit lighter.

"We're a unit. A team. I mean, it's funny, we don't feel the need to separate ourselves based on gender," Chan passive aggressively said, using the man's previous words to show he would not take anymore ignorance to how his member was being treated.

"Look, I don't expect people to understand straight away, but I can appreciate them looking at me not just for what I believe is a socially constructed view, one that I don't align with, but for my talent," you slowly explained, nerves filling your body as you hoped the way that you had explained yourself had made sense and would get a message across to the interviewer.

"See, that's something I think would bring even more attention to your success! Y/N do you think that creating this facade has brought you more fans?" Oscar questioned, his kind intentions slipping away.

"Excuse me?" you were taken aback. Facade? He thought that you were pretending?

"Hyung? We can go now? Yeah, ok, great. We'll be leaving now, thank you for your time, I think," Chan sarcastically smiled at Oscar after getting the green light from their manager that they could leave.

"So, that wraps up our interview with Stray Kids today..."

You sighed as you all got into the van, leaving the studio all together. You sat in the back with Lee Know and Changbin.

"What did he say at the end?" Lee Know questioned, rubbing your knee soothingly.

"That I'm a fake," you scrunch your face, looking at the ceiling of the car to trap your tears and avoid them from escaping.

"He has no idea what he's talking about, Y/Nnie," Changbin turned to you as best he could at the back of the van.

"I just wish I could feel normal, but sometimes it's things like this that just alienate me from everyone else, you know?" you sigh, tapping your leg with your fingers to distract yourself.

"You're far from an alien, Y/N. We don't care about what other people say, you're a part of us. Chan hyung was right, we're a unit, and we'll stay as one forever," Hyunjin reassured you.

"Plus, if anyone is an alien, it's Hannie," Seungmin savagely chuckled.

"I'M AN ALIEN ON THIS EARTH!!!" Han took that as his cue to sing his song loudly, causing you to groan and cover your ears.

"Someone help him return to his home planet," you giggled, making the other boys laugh along with you.

"Seriously though, we've got you, hm? Stupid interviewers like that have no respect..." Jeongin shook his head, feeling irritated.

"He was nice at the start..." you trailed off, thinking about Oscar's bright personality which was for sure what brought in viewers and listeners of the podcast.

"But then he showed his true colours, he was rude, you didn't deserve the disrespect, end of," Chan said from the front of the car, making his voice a little louder than normal so everyone could hear.

"Thanks, Channie," you smiled, the two boys in the back of the car with you letting you relax against them as the stress seemed to leave your body.

They had your back, always.

tagged: @skz-streamer @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain @kiraisastay

[hyunverse]

HIII that’s okay :)) wishing you lots of luck for the new semester and i bet your pcs look so cuteee. i want to use mine for more things but i’m so scared of losing them </3. i’m doing okayy

YES hyunjin looked so cute 😭😭💔💔. i love his hair color rn and the pigtails w the bows gahhh so cute :(. and so bbyg 😩. speaking of hair color, i wanna see more silver lixxxx. silver is my fave hair color ever. also when he was messing around w the parrot thing i couldn’t stop laughing LOL

A DATE SERIES BASED ON THERE MV WOULD BE SO GOODDDDD i would 100% love and support that 🙏🏼

- 🐈‍⬛ kisses ��💗💗💗

WAAA I REALLY MISSED TALKING TO U!! pls the pics r so cute, i decided to opt for lomo cards though bcs theyre cheaper </3 i get u abt not wanting to lose them, thats why. i'll show u a pic of my desk when its morning!!!

THE BOWS :((( though that one pic of him just smiling and holding up a peace sign kinda looked like a kindergarten kid's first day in school LMFAOOOOO. WHEN HE MADE THE PARROT SAY "STAY BABO" ??? NOT THE BABORACHA LEADER SPEAKING!!

omg... lixie's silver hair in god's menu. he ATEEE. it suits him so so much. he looks absolutely beautiful in silver. and that silver mullet phase he had too CSEBDHBX BRING IT BACK???!?!?!

SSTOPPP DONT ENCOURAGE ME!! I HAVE TOO MANY WIPS </33333

have a good day my love <333 im happy to be active and interacting with u again T__T mwah kiss kiss kiss!

[chaeryybomb]

Happy birthday to our Prince Hyunjin!!!

[hyunjins]

black haired hyunjin hours (43/???)

[hwan-g]

PUT ME IN A MOVIE 🤍 bang chan.

pair. videographer! chan x fem! reader (+ hyunjin) | genre. homemade spicy video, birthday sex, pwp basically, romance, angst | warnings. profanity, daddy kink, unprotected sex, pet names, dirty talk, dom! chan, spit kink, jealousy | word count. 4.1k

synopsis. chan will show you—he can be anything you want him to be. do anything you want. in exchange for your compliance.

Bang Chan did not like celebrating his birthday. Turning older was no cause for celebration to him, nor would it ever be. Twenty-six, to be exact. Fuck him—where did the time go? Why does he still feel like an awkward teenager, stumbling his way through the years passing? Fucking ridiculous.

Nevertheless, he looked handsome as ever in the black attire you made him wear for this unwanted party, suit vest hugging his naked upper body in all the right places, hair slicked back and away from his sculpted face, save for a couple strands falling haphazardly over his honey eyes.

You wanted all the attention on him for his special night, thinking of the way he commands a room, how he seems to be front and center in all he does, everywhere he is. A natural leader, born for the spotlight.

Most of all, you couldn’t wait for him to fuck you in it after the two of you got home, arms flexing deliciously as he gripped your ass, flashed cock ramming into you from behind. You could never not think about sex with Chan—it was the only way to be as close as you’d ever get to him, a oneness like no other, a mixing of your souls.

Upon arriving at the club Changbin worked at as security, you were immediately greeted with all his friends and coworkers singing ‘Happy birthday’ to him, confetti exploding in glittery strips from every side, Jisung first in line holding a ridiculously decorated cake with exactly three candles on it, yelling at your boyfriend to hurry up and make a wish.

Chan squeezed your waist and brought you closer, grimacing at the grandness of it all. You hit his bare arm playfully, whispering for him to ‘play along.’ So, he did. He tried his best. He even clapped after blowing the melting wax, selling the whole damn thing to the max. Jisung was happy, bringing him in for a hug, music going back to something trendy, with a heavy beat.

“You fucking owe me for this,” he whispered to you later on, and you cupped his hardening cock over his pants in response.

You mostly stayed by his side for the duration of the night, the entire VIP section reserved just for the occasion. With Changbin and Minho currently on the clock, that left the wildest members of the gang with you, currently downing what is definitely past their tenth shot. Felix and Hyunjin were entirely too drunk, Jisung following close behind. Every time Chan was forced to come with them to places that served alcohol, nine times out of ten he ended up becoming their babysitter, making sure everyone drank enough water, and had a ride home.

In that way you understood his silent demeanor, musing over his glass of whiskey on the rocks, bitterly amused glances over to his friends and their shitfaced shenanigans. You watched too, mouth full of cake, but secretly hoped someone would eventually suggest dancing, just so that you’d get your chance to showcase your sparkly dress to your boyfriend, make him want to take it off of you later. Your money was on Hyunjin—he was always down to dance, to show off.

What no one expected was you having one two many cocktails. To your defense, you couldn’t even taste the pure rum in them, the juices and syrups concealing their deadly intentions. So, it was then, a stumbling you holding your empty glass up, announcing you were going for a refill, that the tall boy bit the bait and exclaimed he was coming as well. The ash blonde of his freshly chopped mullet turned into every color of the projecting lights. You wanted to touch it, taste the colors.

Of course, that was before Bang Chan sat your drunk ass down on his lap, and gave you a warning look, one that promised things too filthy, too taboo for the public to witness. He’d do them, though, for you, because of you, his eyes betrayed, if you went too far. If you disobeyed him, broke your promise.

“Behave,” he spoke gravely in your ear, voice deep and authoritative. “Stay close to Hyunjin, don’t let any other motherfucker touch you.”

You giggled at his breath tickling you, patting his head absentmindedly. “Don’t worry, daddy, I don’t like playing with no one but you.”

He chuckled, raising a brow at your cute state. With his hands on your hips, he dragged his lips on your cheek, resting them just a breath away from your mouth. You weren’t even aware you were dry humping his thigh, making his cock stir painfully in the pants you put him in.

“Oh, baby girl, you are so fucking drunk.”

You put a hand over your mouth, almost hitting his nose, and widened your eyes. Oops. Chan hesitated to let you go, but with a slap on your ass, he finally freed you from his tight grip, helping you stand.

“Okay, angel doll,” you called out to your partner in crime. “Let’s go! Hold onto me, I hold onto you.”

Hyunjin came close, closing his hand over yours, smiling lazily down at you. His fingers were sweaty, but the warmth was comforting albeit a tad bit dizzying. Together you maneuvered your way to the bar, squeezing through people, slurring excuse me’s and thank you’s, all the while giggling to yourselves.

“You haven’t been out with us in a while, sweetheart,” he comments while waiting for your order. “Remember Maneater? Your little strip show?”

You slap his shoulder, almost falling over in doing so. He steadies you by the elbows, making sure you’re okay before pulling away. It must be your inebriated state and that one threesome a few months back that made you sad to not have his touch on you. It was not a question of infidelity, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind about your feelings and your commitment to Chan. Hyunjin has just always been there, always blurred the lines, always up for anything.

“I missed you, too,” you confess, grabbing ahold of your drink, straw between your teeth before he could even have a chance to get his.

“Should we dance?” He suggests, wrapping a long arm around your waist. “Let’s dance, darling. I’ve missed your body on mine.”

In the most Bonnie & Clyde way, relying on your entrusted friendship, and without betraying your significant others—you felt the same. He’d been your clubbing buddy way before you got together with Chan, and certainly years before anything happened between him and Felix. For old time’s sake, if anything.

Rolling your hips with the beat, you rested your wrist on his shoulder, and swayed to the music. His knee slipped between your thighs as the two of you laughed over the DJ’s silly ad-libs, sweat dripping down your forehead, tasting it in the sweetness of your cocktails. Hyunjin’s slitted eyes followed your movements, tongue running over his full lips as he quickly snuck a glance over to your section, searching for the birthday boy.

He found himself staring back. His friend looked to be in a trance, focusing on the way your body swung and bent to the rhythm, a different man leading what’s his. That had always been Chan’s weakness—watching you with someone else, how you reacted, how you molded. It got him hard, yet enraged him like nothing else. A contradicting emotion, jealousy and desire. He’s taped you getting fucked by Hyunjin, has gone over it a thousand times, palm around his rock hard length, pumping himself off to the sound of your moans, elicited by someone other than him—he’s filmed it himself.

Hyunjin was the only person he’s let near you like that, the only man he trusts with his girl. Because you like him, because your little crush has always been obvious to him, but undiscovered to you. He considers this his birthday gift, watching as the taller guy leans into your neck, whispering things he’ll never know into your ear, earning a nod and another arm draped over his long shoulders.

What the fuck you’re doing to him—he’s gonna let it all out later, in front of the camera. He’s going to show you exactly what he thinks of you allowing another man to touch you, to feel you up.

“They’re getting a little too heated, bro, don’t you think?” Jisung comes to sit next to his older friend, clinking his glass against Chan’s.

Chan never takes his eyes off you, muscles clenching, unclenching, then clenching again. He kicks back the rest of his whiskey, pouring himself another one, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, before gathering his thoughts enough to respond.

“Do you think it’d be happening if I didn’t let it happen, Han?”

The brown haired boy’s mouth falls open, the words registering in his brain. Oh. Oh. He’d never thought… well, but it makes sense, doesn’t it? He’s seen you with Hyunjin countless times, always entirely too close for two people that are just friends and have partners. Felix didn’t care, that much was clear, but for Chan—it was deliberate. It was pre planned.

“A freak, aren’t we, Channie?”

A deadly glare sent his way. “Shut the fuck up, Otaku motherfucker.”

Jisung raised his hands, laughing at the offense. “Touché.”

Getting up from his seat, Chan stretched his arms out in a circular motion, tilting his head from side to side, rubbing on his neck. What a long fucking night, and it was nowhere near done. If anything the fun won’t start until he grabs you and gets the fuck out of there, leaving everyone to their own luck. He was tired of taking care of them, tired of always having to be on top of things. All he wanted was to slip inside you, and lose himself completely. For the rest of his life preferably.

He neared your dancing figure, taking in the way your hips filled that dress, a midnight blue color that glittered under the club lighting, and made you look absolutely ethereal. Hyunjin was sipping from his drink when he noticed him, but instead of stepping back or moving away, he engulfed you in a protective hug, almost as if he didn’t want you taken away from him. Chan figured that could be the case; the two of you have always had a complicated relationship with unresolved feelings and repressed confessions. Too damn bad he sucked at sharing—if he wasn’t a possessive person, he’d definitely let you have your way. He’d give you anything you asked for.

His friend had a mischievous expression on, his smile up to no good. Chan played along, only for your sake.

“Fuck you, Chan, I was so close,” the pale haired boy pouted. “She was about to kiss me.”

You gasped, and started shaking your head dramatically, wiggling out of his arms and into your boyfriends. Chan wrapped himself around you, pressing his lips on the top of your head, swaying you softly to the music.

“I was not, daddy, I swear,” you said, and looked at him with big, innocent eyes.

Bang Chan just really enjoyed the way you felt against him, trapped with nowhere to go. He wanted you like this, always. Most of all, though—he needed to get you naked and moaning for him, he needed his fingers stretching that tight cunt of yours, he needed you alone. And your pet name for him; what started as a joke before the two of you had even slept together, his slip up of mentioning he had a kink, among other kinks, this one, and it made him instantly hard whenever it was so much as mentioned.

The way your tongue spoke that one word, the way it made him want to ruin you, his pretty fucking girl, and her naughty fucking mind.

“I’m sure you would’ve loved that, Hyun,” he says, an asshole smirk on his lips. “I apologize for stealing her from you.”

Somewhere between half truths and lying straight to his fucking face, Hyunjin crossed him with a dark stare, bangs no longer hiding the secrets underneath. His friend looked sharper, more menacing, eyes of a serpent, and that had an unmistakable death glare. Chan couldn’t find it in himself to get mad, nor did he particularly want to. He was confident in his position in your life, positive about your feelings for him. A part of him even understood and had sympathy for the gray haired boy—it must be fucking killing him to only have you in stolen moments like this, under supervision.

Seeing you turn around, Hyunjin’s face broke into a charming smile, those slits morphing into crescent moons. The softness in him was back, and Chan could see it was all for you. His smirk deepened.

“I’ll see you around, yeah sweetheart?” He spoke to you, coming to drop a kiss on your forehead, Chan releasing you ever so slightly for him to do so. An understanding passed between the two men, and they nodded at each other.

“I love you, angel doll!” You yelled after him, but he had already blended in with the crowd, disappearing from view. “Did I do something?” You frowned, your eyes still searching, before zooming in on your boyfriend.

Chan gave you a curt shake of his head, leaning back so he can take in your face. Glitter was smudging all over your cheeks, the coal around your orbs hypnotizing him, making his heart swell. “No, baby, it’s not you.”

You hummed, and gave him a peck on his bicep. “Should we go, then? I still haven’t given you your gift,” you smile, and it’s an invitation.

“Oh, yeah? And what would that be, my beautiful girl?”

You bring your hand next to your mouth and motion for him to come closer. He does. “A new camera.”

Your giddy giggle sends him over the edge. Clasping your hand in his, he doesn’t even go back to his friends, having had enough of them for one night. Instead, he makes it a straight shot to the exit, clapping Changbin’s back once, muttering a goodnight to him before bringing you in front of him, hands gently guiding you to his car.

Opening the door for you, Chan sticks you to him, leaning to kiss your exposed neck, licking the salty sweat off your skin, enjoying the scent you chose for the occasion. His favorite.

“I can’t fucking wait to have you bent over for me, angel.”

You squeezed your thighs together, that familiar ache coming back, numbing all your other senses.

Often times, Chan will pick up his camera and record you.

It’s a habit he’s had since he met you, something he does without much thought. You inspired him the most, changed his art, his style, his approach to videography. You became his muse. He’s followed you getting coffee, running errands, on date nights, or even taking off your makeup after a long day.

But his favorite fucking way to have you behind his beloved camera lenses—stripping for him. Taking off whatever is covering that magnificent fucking body of yours, with all those delicious curves, and breasts he loves teasing so much. But there have been other things, too, cruder things—coaxing you into masturbating for him, fingers hesitantly disappearing inside your dripping hole, your moans filling his ears, and the microphone on his device. Chan has filmed that slick pussy of his from every angle, has owned it over and over again, has every single sound it’s ever produced on tape, capturing, immortalizing his reason of existing forever.

This time is no different. Only thing—you’re drunk out of your mind. But if anything, that makes it all the more fun.

He unwraps his gift impatiently, taking it out of the box and turning it, inspecting it greedily. It’s a vintage camera, in black, something he’s wanted for a while now. He grabs you by the hair and gives you an open mouthed kiss, groaning into your lips in gratitude.

“I fucking love it, baby.”

You smile at his precious expression, all tenderness and adoration. “You’re welcome, daddy.”

Hair still tangled in his fingers, he brings your foreheads together for one intense second. You’ve never had to physically hear it, sometimes Chan could tell you telepathically, without saying a word:

I’m so fucking in love with you, my girl, no one will ever do it for me like you. You own my goddamn soul, my heart.

You blink back tears, as he presses his full lips on your temple. Then, he sits you down on his lap and starts working on his gift, turning it on, inserting both battery and memory card, trying it out in his big hand. You sit with your arms circled around his broad shoulders, watching him get excited over the resolution of the image, the colors and settings.

“How about you give me a little show, pretty thing?” He mutters in your cheek, voice an octave lower than usual. “Give me a twirl, yeah?” That thick Australian accent of his.

You comply, laughing the entire time you show off the dress you bought with the money he gave you, leaning over the kitchen counter, whirling around the living room, hands raised high in the air, the effect of the alcohol consumed very clear in the sloppiness of your movements. Chan loves it all, records everything. You’re a ballerina, a jazz dancer, a cabaret girl, his girl, his little dancer, and then finally his whore, as you fall over the back of the couch head first, legs hanging up in the air, dress riding up, showing the lace of your panties.

Chan leans back into the chair, one hand busy zooming into your juicy thighs, fingers sneaking their way over your wetness, and the other palming himself over his pants, his dick unbearably hard. He rubs through the fabric a couple times, watching you forgetting where you are, what you’re doing. When your middle finger presses on your clit, feet locking together, he loses it completely. Then you moan, a whiny, breathy sound that nearly makes him cum right then and there.

He jostles out of his seat, lurching forward.

“You’re going to make yourself feel good, baby?” He stands over you, mesmerized at the way you’re getting off, half asleep. He pushes your panties aside, curses at how slick your pussy looks. “Use those fingers, let me see you, angel, open up those folds for me.”

Like a puppet, you follow his words, letting him overtake, guide you through an orgasm. Chan doesn’t help you at all, only watches through his camera. Oh, fuck sweetheart, right there, press right there, I know that feels good for you baby, c’mon give me a good one, look at this fucking cunt, Christ I wanna fuck it numb, I want to fucking rip it apart, yeah, my little slut, goddamnit fucking look at you, you look so desperate, so hungry for cock. Do this for me, and I will reward you, baby girl. Come on.

Brushing over a specific bundle of nerves has you coming undone, your entire body shaking as you cream your fingers, and still —you don’t stop moving them, you go faster, moan louder. Chan has half a mind to fuck you right there, before taking you to his bedroom and pushing you on all fours over his mattress, drilling into you like that as well. He wants to ravage you, paint all of your walls white, fuck some kids into you, for fuck’s sake, what the fuck? You’re driving him insane, completely fucking mad, and so he caves, his desire stronger than his restraint.

“I wanna beat that pretty fucking cunt up, baby girl. Will you let me?”

You lift your head a bit to look at him. Your lips were bright red from being bitten, eyes fucked out, sleepy. You moaned, delirious, and rolled your hips. Chan’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. He pulled you up by your wrist, bringing those fingers in his mouth, tongue licking your juices clean, sucking on the middle finger that was deep inside where he wishes to be, all the while never dropping his gaze from yours.

“Unbuckle my belt, sweetheart,” he prompts you, and you do, unzipping his black pants, hand reaching inside his briefs.

Upon contact, Chan growls, and pulls you in by the nape of your neck for a kiss. He keeps you there, his hold tight, strained, as your palm pumps his length, the aching in the pit of his stomach growing into a full on pain. He halts your movement, and pushes you back down, getting on his knees to spit on your entrance, his hand smearing it all over, fingers dipping inside you just once, getting you ready for him.

“Please, Chan, I can’t take it anymore…”

Chan chuckles darkly, and can’t help himself—he licks one long strip from your hole to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, camera forgotten. The wet sounds you make, and your intoxicating smell all bring tears in his eyes, the dire need to get inside of you killing him, warning him.

“Tell me, angel. Beg for me,” he wipes at his eyes, getting up, camera on the ready as he teases both you and himself with his angry tip.

“I want you to fuck me. Please, please, please, please...” your word all blur into each other, as your legs bring him closer, wrapping around his thighs.

Chan smiles. His needy girl, his cockslut. “Please what, pretty girl?” He slides his entire length over your pussy, slicking himself with your cream, hissing at the contact. “Say it and I’ll give it to you, baby, you know I will.”

You whine, and it’s adorable, it’s the hottest thing he’s heard. His ego swells, as does his dick, and he pushes in just a bit, just to prove his point.

“Daddy, please stop torturing me!”

He buries himself inside with one long stroke, bottoming out, and almost dies right there, on top of you. He tilts the camera down, a clear shot of your pussy enveloping his thick cock, and hisses, hand grabbing your waist to pull you on his girth.

“Fucking Heaven—there’s no better place than your pussy, baby girl. My pussy,” he groans, slamming into you again, and again, and again. “Say it, goddamn you, say it’s my pussy.”

You’re overridden by pleasure, can barely talk. “Your pussy, daddy, only yours, fuck me, fuck me, please, fuck.”

He throws the device on the couch next to you, and grabs your sides with both hands, digging into you, this angle hitting you perfectly, your back arching in just the right way. And even then, Chan doesn’t think it’s enough, he lifts your ass and slams you on his cock until you’re coming all over him, until you’re begging him to stop, he’s killing you, he’s ripping you open.

He doesn’t fucking stop, how can he? Look at you. Instead he envelops you in his arms and picks you up from the couch, walking you to the nearest wall. With your back on the cool surface, he resumes his pounding, lips on your jaw, your neck, your shoulders, biting, sucking, hot breath panting in your face. You take it all, you fucking love him unhinged like this, lost in his mission for release.

“You’re going to come for me, daddy? You’re going to spill inside me?” You prod him, sweating, barely holding onto him.

His face scrunches in exhaustion, those arched brows coming together, transforming his face—your boyfriend, so handsome, so buff, all yours, fucking you against the living room wall of his apartment, his dick deep inside you, spurting his cum in thick, hot strips, straight in your womb, warming you up, making you all sticky and cock hungry.

No one has ever made you act as vulgar as Bang Chan. What he elicits out of you—it’s indescribable; you’d be anything for him, anything he wanted, anything he asked of you. And you have, you’ve never disappointed. His veiny hands squeeze your ass as his thrusts slow down, his breathing extremely labored, what once was slicked back hair now a mess on top of his head, all because of you.

You kiss the chest exposed underneath the suit vest, and wait for him to calm down, for his heart rate to come back to normal, for his mind to stop running, and you whisper to him—come back, come back to me Channie, it’s okay, fuck that was amazing, no one can fuck me like you do, and do you promise?

I swear, daddy. Cross my heart and hope to die. No one.

“I love you, baby girl. I love you like no other.”

tags. @ughbehavior (@straywrds), @cb97percent, @lix-ables, @j-0ne25, @hellishmoons, @hyun-bun, @skz317cb97, @koorminii, @americanokisses, @choinsaw, @danyxthirstae01.

[darkmulti]

Tinker Bell

Stray Kids & Ateez

Parings: Richboy!San & Hyunjin x brat!female reader

Genre: Smut, angst

Word Count: 3.6K

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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Synopsis: San falls in love with his bestfriends crush and it turns into a messy, love triangle. But once they realize this girl has broken their wonderful friendship..... read to find out

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A/N: Warnings are after under cut! Sorry if I ruined your childhood with the title. Whoops!

⚠️Warnings: forced ddlg relationship, threesome, anal, bondage, overstimulation, dacryphilia, humiliation, physical abuse, language, heavy degradation, cum eating, blowjob, dirty talking, spitting, fisting, camera play, breeding kink, squirting, probably missing something, if I am please forgive me:(

SEMI NON CONSENSUAL SEX

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“Come on Hyunjin, let me go!”

Y/N rolls her eyes at the man and yanks her arm out of his grip. “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not interested in dating you. Go back to your nerd club and don’t talk to me again. Being near you can hurt my reputation.”

She pushes him and sashays away. San comes up behind the male and pats him on the back. “Remind me why you like her again? She’s a total bitch that can’t get over herself.” He said while watching her walk down the hallway. “I thought I could date her. I tried everything. I’m nice, aren’t I?”

“You’re nice, but if a history textbook was a human, it would be you. She’s a princess and she needs a prince. Change up your style and maybe you’ll have a chance with her.” Hyunjin scoffs. “Before you start coming at me, why don’t you take a look at yourself. Your hair looks like a pie chart, San.”

“Shut up, my hair looks beautiful.” San huffs and combs his hair back, feeling a little insecure. The two boys were too busy dissing each other’s looks, they didn’t notice Y/N coming back their way and hearing in. “You both are ugly. Sorry, but it had to be said.”

She was just about to walk away until San pulled her back by the arm and pushed her against the locker. He chuckles and gets close to her face, “who are you to judge us because of how we look? Are you some kind of fashion fairy? Listen here you little cunt….” he whispers into her ear so Hyunjin couldn’t hear, “why don’t you spread your wings and not your legs for once, little tinker bell? Fly away from here and don’t talk about us ever again. Though…” San smirks and looks away for a second, before going back. “Though.. I want to fuck you so hard and feel your pussy clench around my cock. But the only turn off about you is how your pussy probably looks like a flat tire.”

San ‘accidentally’ rubs his bulge against her hand and moves away from her face so she could leave. “Now that’s how you put someone back in their place.” Hyunjin looks at San with a resentful expression. “You’re actually such an asshole, Choi San. I just told you that I like her, but you still- you know what? Nevermind. Don’t talk to me ever again.” Hyunjin walks away, angered by San, but San only brushes it off.

This was the beginning of a love triangle.

San didn’t know what came over him when he was confronting Y/N. He didn’t like her at all, but the moment he stood over her, a light turn on. Or maybe it turned off. The young man was doing pull ups in a black tank top, that showed off his muscular biceps. After his workout he showered and changed into his boxers. He was drying his hair, while picking out a ‘less nerdy’ outfit.

He decided on a full black outfit. Black jeans, black shirt and black leather jacket. He grabbed black dye from his drawer and dyed his hair back to black and trimmed his mullet since it was getting long.

Hyunjin was doing something similar. He was also changing up his style with the help of his fashionable mom. She criticizes Hyunjin's wardrobe and lends him his father's clothes, which were much more expensive and trendy. He thanks his mother and shaves his face. He was a little anxious to show off the new Hyunjin, causing him to not sleep very well.

The next morning arrives and Hyunjin wakes up with a full smile. He gets ready for the day and greets his mother, who was preparing breakfast for him. “Oh look at my handsome son.” She walks over to him, cups his cheeks and kisses his forehead. “You look just like your father. He would be proud.” Hyunjin smiles and sits down at the table to eat his breakfast.

The other boy was also getting ready, but sadly his parents were not there to compliment him. San’s parents were constantly working and barely ever considered his existence. He would see his mom once in a while, but rarely saw his dad.

Choi gets in his car and drives to school, only to see a new, black sports car in the parking lot. He parked his car and waited for whoever it was. To his surprise it was Hyunjin. San was a little jealous of him since Hyunjin came from a caring family. His parents spoiled him with love. That’s something San couldn’t compete with.

Y/N was standing in front of the school, checking out Hyunjin. She twirled her gum around her fingers and pulled her skirt higher, so you can see her ass. “Hwang Hyunjin is that you?!” She skips to him with a teasing look on her face. “Sure is. But I thought you didn’t like nerds.”

“I can like you if you keep looking like this.” She winks and places one hand on his shoulder, gradually getting closer to his face. Her other hand takes Hyunjin’s palm and places it on her bare ass cheek. “Don’t be shy, spank me.” She giggles and leans in kissing him. His comforting aroma made her feel safe in his arms. Hyunjin spanks the little girl and grins, holding her closer to him. He was about to say something, until the crowds outside the school started to noticeably whisper. Y/N and Hyunjin both turn to the noise, and see San running his fingers through his hair, with a deadpan expression.

The man bites down on his lip and slightly brings down his sunglasses to wink at a girl. Y/N bit down on her own lip, and felt this irritating rush. Why did her insides burn with jealousy? These were the same two men that she bullied the day before. Yet, they have her dripping wet. She turns her attention back to Hyunjin. “He’s a dumb show off, Hyunjinie. Come on, we’ll be late for class.”

She interwines her hands with his bigger ones and drags him into the school. The second they turn the hallways, they see San having a hot makeout session with some random chick. The man shoving his tongue down the girl's throat didn’t even notice that Hyunjin and Y/N were there, until Y/N cleared her throat. “Excuse me, my locker’s there.” San pulls away and apologizes. “Oh I-I’m sorry, she was just so tasty.” San looks back at his girl and tells her to hand over her phone. “Call me tonight baby. I hope you taste just as sweet as your saliva.” Both of them go their separate ways, leaving Y/N and Hyunjin alone.

Again, Y/N felt pain and anger at the same time. San looked like he was ready to eat the girl alive, and what she would’ve done to be in her place. She sighs and looks at Hyunjin. “I want to apologize for always being a jerk to you. I just- I don’t know. Hurting other people gives me pleasure and attention that I enjoy..”

“Ohhh, so you’re just a needy, little attention whore. I get it now.” Hyunjin nods and face palms his forehead in an over exaggerated way. “I’m not a whore Hyunjin..” She picks up her unzipped pencil case and proceeds to say, “I don’t appreciate that name!” Y/N throws her hands in the air, causing all the pencils to fly out everywhere on the hallway floor. She grumbles and bends down to pick them up, immediately waking up Hyunjin’s little friend. Uncontrollably, he grips onto her waist and pulls her back onto his bulge. Y/N moans and rubs her slit onto him more. “Look at what you've done. Now you have to fix it.”

“Please let me.” Hyunjin easily throws her over his shoulder and spanks her ass. He carried her into the back of the library, where all the bookshelves could cover them. “You have to be quiet, or else we’ll get caught.” “Well no shit sherlock.” She whispers yells, whilst rolling her eyes. Hyunjin bends her over, covers her mouth and slaps her ass. “I dare you to talk back to me…” he spanks her again, “needy whore.”

Hyunjin rips her panties off and stuffs it into her mouth before taking himself out. He puts his hand over the girl's mouth and thrust into her soaked pussy. He pounds her right away, kicking her breath out with each thrust. The library was dead silent and the skin clapping got a little too loud, causing the librarian to get up and look around. She was headed their way and Hyunjin quickly pulled her under a nearby desk and used a chair to cover themselves. Her legs wrap around his waist and he goes even faster, directly hitting her spot, just as the old woman walks passed. She rolls her eyes and covers her own mouth, spasming under him. “C-cum” she squeaks out. “Cum, cum now!” She squeezes her walls around Hyunjin, cumming all over his long veiny cock. “Wait, you’re on birth control right?!” “Yes! Please cum in me daddy, please!”

Hyunjin throws his head back while spilling his seeds in her. Unfortunately for him, he bangs his head under the table, catching the librarians attention. “What the- ” she mutters to herself, pulling the chair away. She finches and yells, “YOU DISGUSTING KIDS ARE HAVING SEX IN MY LIBRARY?!” The man gets off his girlfriend and stands up. “Don’t be upset that you haven’t gotten laid in like... forever. You could’ve masterbated to the sounds of my balls clapping her ass.”

“Hyunjin!” She whines. “Shut it needy slut.”

Her expression changed into disappointment. She didn’t like to be called a slut. “But daddyy~” she tugs on his pants and looks up at him. Hyunjin pulls her up slightly and slaps her. “This is all your fucking fault!” She tears up and holds her burning cheek, “M-my fault? H-how is it my-” Hyunjin slaps her again and drags her by her hair out of the library. “Ow! Hyunjin let me go!” She tries to pry his fingers off her hair, but his grip only gets harder. “P-please hyunjin! Leave me alone!”

“San was right about you! You’re just an attention whore and will spread your legs for anyone!” He spits on her face and pushes her to the ground. He gets on top of her, shoving his fist inside of her and ripping her clothes off. “Hyunjin! It hurts!”

“I bet it does.” Hyunjin took her again, in the middle of the hallway. His fingers were tightly wrapped around her neck to make sure she couldn’t call for help. She sobbed, kicked and squealed under the much bigger man. Her insides were screaming as she could feel his bulge hit her stomach. Hyunjin was too busy taking her to notice San taking a video and quietly walking towards them. Y/N turns her head and her eyes meet San’s eyes right away. Her eyes were full of tears and her arms were weak from punching Hyunjin chests so many times.

Fortunately, Hyunjin notices that something got her attention and looks as well. “San. Why are you recording?” San smiles, “I’m not recording, I’m live. Continue fucking her, the viewers are loving it.”

Y/N cries harder, “no! Stop please don’t record this!” She slips out of Hyunjins tight grip and makes a run for it. Both of the males bolt after her, laughing and teasing her.

She runs outside and trips on her shoelace, causing the cement to tear her skin and bleed. “Owieee” she holds her bleeding knee to her chest and cries. San and Hyunjin run outside and spot her crying. “Awee, did the little Tinker Bell get a boo boo?” San says, mockingly.

“P-please it’s not funny, it hurts.” Hyunjin pushes San back and strikes her face. “This is what I mean. You’re so fucking dumb, you’re not even capable of running away. Now you have to pay.”

“NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!” She ignores the raging pain in her knee and tries to limp away. San wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her back. “Where ya going, Tinker Bell.”

“Let me go! You guys are insane!” She cries in San’s arms and struggles to get out of his grip. “I-I PLEASE! LET ME GO!” San and Hyunjin laugh at her poor attempts. “She’ll never learn until she gets pounded by two.” San says, smirking at Hyunjin. “T-two? Y-you two?... No, no, no, please!” She begs, dropping down to her knees. “Lick my shoe clean and we’ll think about it.” A smug smile plasters on San’s face, but his request made both Y/N and Hyunjin cringe. “What, Tinker Bell? Did I fucking stutter?”

“N-no” she leans down and licks his shoes. “Tinker Bell’s so terrified of me, slut’s licking my shoe. That’s how you dom, Hyunjin.”

“Yeah, I’d like to see you kiss her after she licks off your dirty shoes.” Hyunjin’s tone was telling San that he was a bit disgusted, but San gladly does it anyway. He pulls her up by the hair and shoves his tongue down her throat. San wrapped his arms around her and sucked her tongue, until he pulled away, creating a string of saliva between the two. “Open your mouth Tinker Bell.” She opens her mouth and San spits in it and slaps her ass. “Notice how she’s so submissive to me. That’s how you claim your power. Right, Tinker Bell?” San looks down into her pure eyes and pets her cheek with one hand. “Right daddy. You’re always right.” She whispers out, suddenly compelled by San.

“Good girl. Let’s go.” Hyunjin unlocks his car and sits in the driver's seat, while Y/N and San sit in the backseat. During the car ride, San pulled Y/N onto his knee and kept hitting her clit with it. He then licked his fingers and rubbed her clit rapidly, making her cum on San’s thigh. “Daddy!” She moans out, uncontrollably bouncing on his knee. San grabbed her tits and played with them while she bounced and rubbed her clit against his thigh, furiously. “I’m gonna cum again!” San pushes her off of him and shoves his fist into her. “You’re not even fucking tight. What a waste of time.”

Hyunjin chuckles and pulls into his driveway. San takes his fist out and pushes her onto the cement, expecting her to crawl. Y/N’s knee starts bleeding again, so she looks up to San for help. “Please! My knees really hurt!” Hyunjin kicks her down and tangles his fingers into her hair. “Crawl slut!” She winces, slowly crawling into the house until Hyunjin gets impatient and pulls her hair to go faster.

“Please! You’re hurting me! I want San and only San!” Hyunjin kicked her cunt from behind, making her scream and whimper. “I HATE YOU! LEAVE ME ALONE HYUNJIN!” The man picks her up and throws her on the bed. The two men act quickly and put her down before she could scream. They tie her down onto the bed and put a tie around her mouth. Hyunjin has been waiting for this moment. He never thought that it would go down like this but hey, it was working and that’s all the matters to him. The little girl he greatly lusted for, was tied to his bed, at his mercy. Hyunjin quickly strips, completely forgetting about San and fucks his soul into her.

“YOU FUCKING CUNT! YOU’RE LIFE WOULD’VE BEEN SO MUCH EASIER IF YOU JUST..” Hyunjins hips sped up and he choked her down, pounding inside of her. “P-PLEASE HYUNJIN! I-I’M SO SORRY FOR EVERYTHING, BUT PLEASE SLOW DOWN IT HURTS SO BAD!” Both of them were screaming at the top of their lungs, while San sat back, naked, with one hand stroking his cock and the other hand holding his belt. The skin slapping was music to his ears. He watches as his pal fucks anger and sadness into her, feeling no pity. “SAN P-PLEASE HElp” Hyunjin slaps her and growls, going as fast as he can, nearly breaking the bed.

“I hate you!” She hiccuped. “I hate both of you!” She tugs on her restrainants, but they were just too tight to get out of. Her next option was to cry, but no one would hear her because of the tie around her mouth. Hyunjin’s cock twitched at the sight of her ruined face. Her hot tears glided down her face and her pussy clenched around his cock as it went deep into her stomach. Hyunjin pressed down on his bulge in her stomach and pounds her harder. “You like this Tinker Bell. You love it…”

“No, I don't!” Her words were muffled and weak. “Even if you don’t, I’ll fuck my babies into you in the future. We can have a nice little family. Wouldn’t you love that? Wouldn’t you love to be the mother of my kids?” The man sends her a sinister look, before he cums into her once again. Y/N’s muffled screams release when she squirts all over Hyunjin and starts hysterically crying.

The man blows on her burning clit, sending shivers up her spine. “My turn.” San stands up and clears his throat. His cum was all over his hand and cock. His long, veiny cock stood tall and proud. He walks past Hyunjin, and flips Y/N over onto her stomach, because her preferred to take her from behind. “San please, please have mercy on me! I beg you! Please please please stop!”

“Little whore’s scared now? What happened to the brat behaviour? What happened to that diva, fashion fairy? Is she hiding in your tiny asshole? Looks like I have to go in, to find out.”

“NO!” San presses her face into a pillow and forces his cock into her ass. Her hole hugged each of his veins, throwing him off the edge. “Fuck! This is the only hole of yours that isn’t tight. Well not for long.” She kicks her feet under him, hoping to grab his attention. But it doesn’t work. Nothing and I mean nothing would stop San in that moment.

To make it even ‘better’, Hyunjin pulls her hair out of her face and forces his cock down her throat, face slamming her after. She gags multiple times and her tears slide down his cock, making it salty.

San rams her ass, while Hyunjin fucks her face and all she could do was cry about it. Her ass was on fire around San’s huge cock because she’s never been stretched in that area.

Both of the males cum almost at the same time. Y/N’s ass overflows with San’s cum and her mouth fills up with Hyunjin’s. “Is it- is it over?”

“Not even close!” The boys flip her on her side and this time, Hyunjin takes her from behind. Both don’t waste any time to hold her down and fuck her viciously. San watched as the girl’s tears, whimpers and sobs left her shaking mouth. Hyunjin choked her from behind while slamming into her. She cries, helplessly on San’s shoulder, regretting every mistake she’s made.

“Please slow down! My body can’t do it! Please I’ll faint! Please!” She sobbed out, feeling her heart break. “Please!” They both move in closer, squishing Y/N between them, so she could feel the pressure in her stomach. San and Hyunjin’s cock rub inside her, and go up to her stomach, constantly knocking air out of her.

San moves her hair away from her face and ear. He kisses her jawline up to her ear and whispers. “You gonna be a good girl for your daddies?”

“Yes”

“Are you gonna listen and obey your daddies?”

“Y-yes”

“You’re gonna allow your daddies to use you for anything they want, correct.”

Her heart clenches and she squeezes her eyes shut, squirting around San.

“C-c-cor-rectt” she quietly stutters out.

Hyunjin marks her neck up from behind, while San made sure she was still conscious. Y/N’s vision blurred because of the tears in her eyes and she slowly cried under the two men. Her legs were too weak to kick, she lost her voice from crying, and had the small amount of energy that was keeping her conscious.

Hyunjin moves in closer, licking and sucking on her ear. San moves in closer too, pulling her in a rough, deep kiss, giving her all of his saliva. He proceeds to lick her cheeks and bite her jawline. “You’re so fucking sexy, tinker bell.”

The man behind you starts degrading you in your ear. “It could’ve just been me and my cock. But you need two to pound this filthy, used pussy. This is your fault! Keep crying about it, but just know you did this to yourself!” He spits on her face and slaps her ass.

“Daddies, I’m close and it hurts.”

“Baby, squirt for your daddies one more time.”

She shakes her head, no, because her insides were killing her. Her core was on fire and they kept hitting the same spot where it hurt. She silently sobs and stuffs her face into the pillow, not having the energy to face them.

“Do it! Squirt you little slut!” San growls in her ear, and his sweat drips down onto her face.

“I-it hurts! N-no!”

San holds her down and they both increase their speed, making her scream. “IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY!” She clenches around the boys and quivers violently. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything! Please I’m so sorry!”

She cries as she squirts for the third time. Her crying was a lot louder and both of the men hugged her to calm her down. “That’s enough, don’t overreact.” Hyunjin says, in a quiet tone.

Her legs shake and her eyelids get heavy. “A-are we done?”

San kisses her forehead and cuddles in closer.

“Yes we are, Tinker Bell”

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Not edited! Will edit in the morning!

[changbeens]

Ahahaahah It was a perfect plan, but...

Okay, I'll try with this: which idols do you want to see with long hair? And which not?

okay i can talk about long hair boy group members, awesome thank you

okay firstly i'll start with previous long hair havers who need to bring it back. long hair nct yuta needs to come back immediately along with long hair victon hanse, as does long hair svt minghao. next would by nu'est ren, not necessarily his really long black hair, but his face or action era blonde length pls. last on this list is ateez mullet hongjoong. bring it back bring it back bring it back bring it back brig it back bri-

now, boys i'd like to see with long hair. ateez seonghwa and jongho, oof. knk seoham. if e'last wonhyuk could go a little longer that'd be awesome. just b lim jimin. tbz new PLEASE. dkb lune going a little longer would be amazing. p1harmony soul can pull off longer hair. t1419 sian NEEDS to go longer. btob minhyuk would look good with longer hair. lastly i would love to see n.flying cha hun with longer hair that flops all in his face while he's playing guitar, that would look so good

to end, here's so long hair boys who need to keep their hair long: onlyoneof junji (the king of long hair boys), nct johnny (ofc), hyunjin (ofc), oneus xion, to1 chan (though i think he already cut his in which case bring it back bring it back bri-), a.c.e donghun, txt beomgyu and that one guy from wei who's name i dont know

there's no boys i would be against seeing with long hair, i would have to see it first to decide whether i like it on them or not

[multmilk]

Stray Kids as Types of Kisses:

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader

Word Count: 692

Note: Happy back to writing i guess? Oh! And I write for Stray Kids now (even Woojin yes. It is nine or none after all, right?) I found these tumblr posts on pinterest so I decided to write something about it hehe. 

Disclaimer: my writing style fucn succs n ion know how to write anything fluff lol so yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Slow kiss - Hwang Hyunjin

The smell of old books, dresses that fan out when you spin, blushing and dewy skin, polaroid photos and fairy lights. Filled books with doodles in the corner of pages. 

You were never one for planning things, you just improvise as you go but today was an exception. It was your one year anniversary with your boyfriend so you planned out something special. Standing up from your seat, you brush out the wrinkles that had formed on the white dress you were wearing, nothing too special, just those kinds of dress that are flowy and a bit short. 

You had first met Hyunjin in a library, it was a cold December morning and most people had left the town to go home to their families for the holidays. Cue tall boy with a black mullet wearing a sweater that was even bigger than him, glasses perched on top of his nose. You watch him head straight to the Self-Help and Meditation books. Curious, you follow the tall boy and watch as he furrows his brows together deep in concentration, probably thinking about which book to pick. 

“I recommend this one,” you say softly, fingertips brushing the spine of the green book. Hyunjin looks alarmed at your sudden presence and puts a hand over his heart. “Sorry, I didn’t know there were any other people here,” he says and you reply saying that you’re the librarian. He nods and takes the book you recommended to him. 

And the routine would continue. He’d visit the library late at night and you’d follow him through different sections and he’d ask for your recommendation. There’d be times where you two would read together in silence, some days he’d just watch you read and you’d do that in turn. Next thing you knew he asked you to go on a date with him and the rest is history. 

“Babe! So sorry I’m late. I was caught in traffic and-” he stopped talking once he sees what you’ve set up for him. Fairy lights hung around the tall bookcases, polaroids of you and Hyunjin were clipped on the string lights and the most beautiful thing-you, were dressed in white standing in the middle with the sweetest smile on your face. “Happy Anniversary Jinnie,” clasping your hands behind your back, you walk towards him. 

“You,” “You’re, wow, this is all so beautiful babe, you’re so beautiful,” he says, still with that shocked look on his face. Similar to his reaction when you two first met. “I thought that bringing you back to where we first met would be somewhat nostalgic?” you scrunch up your nose feeling a bit dissatisfied with your choice of words. He looks down at you and brings your hands on top of his. He places your hands on his shoulders and his on your waist and then you two begin swaying side to side, even if there wasn’t any music playing. 

It’s perfect. You’re perfect. He says and looks down at your eyes so full of genuinity and affection. He leans in and you do too, your hands travel up to his neck to push his head, carefully, towards you and your lips touch. 

Your lips and his moving in sync. Kisses with him were always like this-- slow, passionate and loving. The smell of old books linger in the air and you’re so lost in his kisses, in him, that you don’t realize that he has stopped kissing you and is now smiling so softly at you. I love you you both say at the same time and he pecks your lips once again. You lead him towards the Romance Literary section and pull out a book. You flip the pages over and stop randomly, pulling out your pen from your pocket (yes your dress has a pocket). 

“I’ve always looked for the purest form of love,

And now,

Now I have it. 

And I don’t plan on losing it,

Ever,” 

Hyunjin reads quietly, fingertips tracing the line of the book he just read. You quickly wrote ‘HHJ and (Your Initials), a love that will forever be everlasting.’ 

Hyunjin takes the pen away from you and doodles hearts across the page which makes the both of you laugh. You love him. He loves you. It’ll be a love that you would always always treasure.

[hongism]

i cannot believe i’m saying this but i miss hyunjin’s black mullet can he please bring it back ✋😔

[moonlightskids]

wet dream

smut (fluff)

hyunjin and you were under a pillow fort that took a whole hour to make. it was a sunday afternoon which meant movie marathon. the last of the summer breeze was passing and the weather was getting colder so you decided to cuddle and watch whatever was on tv.

with a random chick flick on the video projector and after a bunch of snacks hyunjin had fallen asleep on top of you. you were laying on your back, your fingers brushing through his newly grown mullet as his head laid on your chest.

you’ve been begging him to let his my pace era hair make a comeback and after months it was finally there. truth is even though hyunjin always looked good, this hairstyle gave him an even hotter aura.

taking your eyes off the movie you bring your attention to his pretty face and the pout on his lips. you can hear him talk quietly, he’s calling your name, well more like moaning it. you smile and notice how his breath gets louder and his hips start moving against you. at a particularly loud moan he wakes up, his eyes looking for your face.

without saying anything he puts himself up to give a lazy and slow kiss to your lips. his hand taking one of yours and putting it on his already erect member. palming him softly you hear him whimper on your mouth. a ‘please’ the only word he lets out.

with your other hand on his neck and pushing him harder against your lips to kiss him you start moving your hand over his sweatpants. his breath starts getting uneven and he seems too into what you’re doing to keep kissing you so he let’s his face fall in your neck. his moans get higher till he’s cumming inside his pants.

with a sigh hyunjin relaxes his body on top of yours. putting wet kisses on your neck and his hands massaging your sides.

“it’s your turn now”

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[hyunlore]

Idols and mullets go together like coffee and chocolate 🤤🥰

#bring back the Baekhyun mullet please #and the Taeyong mullet✔️#the Taeil mullet✔️ #the Renjun mullet✔️ #the Chanyeol mullet ✔️ #the V mullet ✔️ #the Hyunjin mullet✔️ #Hongjoong and JB best mullets ever✔️✔️ #just all idols should just have mullets from now on 😏

are you seeing this honey? this is the people speaking lmao. coffee and chocolate🤤🤧 anon is making me hungry dammit

@hyunniejaehoney <3

[thewonandonly]

Bring back blue jisung , red hair seungmin, undercut chanbin,mullet Hyunjin, dark Chan 🥺✊😩😔

FACTS ONLY. PLZ JYP IM BEGGIGNYOU. EVEN IF ITS JUST STREAKS IN THEIR HAIR ITS SOMETHIFN OLOLPLPL

[ddaengjo]

White chocolate or dark chocolate? Favorite season? pens or pencils? graph paper, lined paper, or blank paper? Romance or crime drama? Pasta or pizza? Top three looks for each of your biases? Favorite song from each of the SKZ albums? (pick and choose ^^ )

OOOH fun fun FUN

white chocolate or dark chocolate: dark chocolate for the win, baby!

favorite season: winter, i love snow!

pens or pencils: pens. especially flowy gel pens and fine-tipped sakura micron pens or fine point sharpies.

graph paper, lined paper, or blank paper: blank paper!

romance or crime drama: give me a balance of both, like strong woman do bong soon!

pasta or pizza: please don’t make me choose AAAAA

top three looks for each of my biases:

hyunjin . . .  LITERALLY EVERYTHING FROM I AM WHO ERA WAS SUPERIOR OH MY GOD and i miss his silver hair too and his golden hair?? ugh i love her jyp you're doing great with my boys' styles yes sweetie we STAN.

hongjoong . . .  the og and the look i want to see again and post desperately about every day on twitter and quotev is his mixnine hair bc that red wine color and the style suited him so WELL ugh i loved that look BRING HER BACK KQ BRING HER BAAAACK!!!! and i also love his hairstyle from this era (say my name era) and treasure era omg i used to hate mullets but the joongmullet >>>>>>> everything else in the world honestly

younghoon . . .  literally all his hairstyles but i think my favorite has to be his look from keeper era bc he looked so SOFT and CUDDLY my heart just imploded oh man keeper era >>> all other looks oh my gosh sjdkjjdkd

yangyang . . .  we haven’t really seen many different looks on him but i really liked the one outfit from the wayv regular mv where he was wearing a suit and this really pretty silver earring? oh my god that was the prettiest thing and i just *hyperventilates aggressively* i loved every moment of it

[bethanieburdick]

PLS BRING BACK THIS LOOK AND MULLET HAIRED HYUNJIN ;-; https://ift.tt/2VxFwkK

[impulseislost]

i feel like hyunjin’s bringing back his mullet im--