#christmas kpop scenarios | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

daebakinc · 11 months ago

Text

Thankful (M)

Pairing: Felix X Female Reader

Word Count: 1.9K

Genre: SMUT

~Admin V

Felix nuzzled against your chest. He hadn’t been ready to talk yet. All you knew was he was upset, which is when you brought Felix into the living room to lay down. You brushed his hair as he cried softly. Sometimes he let out a gaspy sob. There were also a few moments when he clutched at your shirt.

Your fingers brushed his scalp as he went through it, with you whispering small reassurances that he was okay and you loved him. You continued doing this, even as he appeared to have stopped crying. After a few minutes you paused as he seemed impossibly still.

He rolled so he was facing you, resting his chin just under your bust and looking up at you.

“You okay?”

Felix shook his head. His eyes and cheeks still damp with tears.

“Anything I can do?”

His head shook again.

“You can tell me, you know. I love you. Very much.”

“I love you, too.” He gave a small smile, which immediately made you smile. Even all puffy eyed from crying, he was still the most beautiful being in existence.

Your hands lowered from his hair to his cheeks, attempting to wipe away the sadness.

He lifted himself up to move closer to your face. “Thank you, noona.” His smile grew after giving you a chaste kiss. He gave you another. The third kiss seemed to linger, pulling a low whine from you.

“Felix?” As you searched his eyes, the sadness was gone, but there was something else now replacing it.

“I just want to show you how thankful I am to have you.” His lips pressed against your neck, the surprise of it making you moan out.

You weren’t prepared for needy Felix, especially with how he’d just wept, which made his sudden hunger cause excitement rushing through your veins.

His kisses were soft and never in the same spot. He made sure to kiss every inch of your neck, making you giggle when his hair tickled your nose. He lifted, looking into your eyes. “I’m going to take off your shirt now.”

The blush was hot on your cheeks, but you nodded, making him smile wider.

Once he helped you out of your shirt and lay you back on the sofa, he began kissing your shoulder. He trailed across your collarbone to your other shoulder, his fingers soon moving to your back to help you out of your bra next.

These movements were so unlike Felix, not that it was a bad thing, just again, unexpected. Your intimacy was normally rough and playful, with lots of begging and praise. You weren’t used to him being so caring and delicate with you. It felt new, and your body responded with trembling, as if it were your first time with him.

He noticed and looked up with concern. “Are you alright?”

You managed a shaky nod. “Yes.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

His eyes stayed on yours for a moment, then his attention went to your now exposed breasts. Felix cupped one with both his hands, once more taking his time to place kisses all around it. The kisses felt softer as he came to circling your areola. He stopped when he was at the nipple. He kissed it once. Then again. Then stayed the third time, sucking your nipple into his mouth.

Your hands automatically combed through his hair as quiet moans escaped your lips. “Felix,” you breathed, letting him know how good he was making you feel.

Releasing your nipple, he cupped his hands on your other breast, giving it the same treatment of kisses until he was at the nipple, his lips brushing it before sucking it like he had the other.

Moans were coming from you more frequently now. Felix continued his ministrations, trailing his lips under your ribs to your tummy.

You grabbed his hair tighter when his attention was on your hip, staying in the same spot leaving little smooches, until his mouth opened against your skin and he began leaving a hickey. That caused your back to arch as you groaned loudly. The shaking of your body was completely out of your control.

Unfazed by it, Felix pecked his lips on your panty line until he was at the opposite hip giving it the same concentration until he sucked a bruise on your skin.

When his gaze was back on yours, your breath caught. It was hard to remember how sad he was not but moments ago when now there was nothing but thirst in his eyes.

“I need you to lift up for me, noona.”

Following his command, you lifted your hips so he could remove both your pants and panties. He then concentrated on kissing your thigh, opening your legs while doing so. He left an uneven trail on your inner thigh, making you yelp as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin.

The low chuckle of his voice caused new shivers to flow through your body. He made himself comfortable between your legs.

You heard him mumble a “You smell good, noona,” as he moved on to kiss the opposite thigh. Your shaking only seemed to get worse as you anticipated where you really wanted him to kiss you. Jerking your leg slightly when he nipped at your skin again, you then felt his eyes on you.

You met his gaze, causing you to suck in your breath while seeing your knees on either side of his face.

Felix reached up to hold your hand, you lacing your fingers with his. Then he went back to work, kissing your mound. He kissed soft smooches the same way he’s done to your neck and shoulder. The pleasure cascading from your mouth grew louder as he went lower and lower. He was over the hood of your clit. He kissed it once, then moved down to kiss the rest of your lips. The kisses swept down to your core, then he moved them back up to over your clit again.

He kissed over the hood once. Then again. A third time. The next time his mouth lingered as his tongue pushed out and licked you.

Your back arched, making him squeeze your hand and clutch onto your leg. “Fuck, Felix,” your cried out, the white-hot sensation of orgasm building.

The pace of his tongue increased, the pressure against you firm as he flicked at your clitoris. You couldn’t help but squirm beneath him, your whines and groans becoming louder and closer together.

You squeezed his hand, which made him stop licking and begin sucking on your bud. You practically screamed as the endorphins raced down to your toes. “Felix,” you cried out. “I’m,” you interrupted yourself with a loud moan. “I’m gonna cum, Felix.”

He sucked on your harder until the orgasm wracked through your body and you ejaculated. Your cries echoed through the room and you felt lightheaded with so much bliss.

Felix switched back to kissing you over your hood, then the top of your puss, dragging his lips up your tummy, between your breasts, over your collar, then back to your mouth. He gave small kisses at first, until your hands reached the back of his head and pulled him closer to you. His tongue slipped into your mouth, both of you moaning as you savored the taste.

Breaking the kiss, he looked into your eyes. “Noona, I want to make love to you.” New shivers went down your spine. “Can I make love to you?”

The husk of his voice and heart in his eyes brought back your arousal. You could feel the blush as you nodded, but Felix shook his head.

“I need to hear you say it.”

Inhaling, your body started trembling again. “Yes. Make love with me, Felix.

He gave you another smooch, then leaned to whisper in your ear. “I have to get a condom. Don’t move, okay?”

As if you could even move if you wanted. You watched as he picked up your clothes and carried them to the bedroom with him. When he returned he was as naked as you. He handed you the square foil for you to open and stretch the condom on his hard length.

Once situated, he moved himself back between your legs, placing his tip at your entrance then pushing himself all the way in, causing you both to cry out in satisfaction. His body hovered over yours when he started moving his hips in a slow fluid wave of motion, your hands grabbing at his shoulders.

“You’re so wet for me, noona,” He grunted, keeping a steady pace as he grinded into you.

Squeaking each time his head rubbed against your g-spot, you clutched around him, causing his mouth to part, low whines escaping to match your own.

“Can you go faster, Felix?”

Abiding your request, he thrusted into you with more speed, creating friction against your walls, bringing you closer to your second orgasm.

Your hand slid from his shoulder down his back until you were cupping his ass cheek, giving it a squeeze, helping him to quicken the pace once again.

The two of you were harmonizing as your cries of indulgence rang out.

Felix’s thrusts started to become jerky and the fluid motion became sloppy. He was close to climax, as were you. He gave one final push, groaning loudly as he released. The feeling of his vibrating body brought you to finish, too.

He collapsed on top of you and you held him in your arms, your hands finding their way back into his hair. After a minute or two, he wasn’t hard anymore, and as he shifted to lay next to you, his girth fell out.

The two of you stared at each other, taking in the afterglow. Your fingers brushed the sweat-soaked hair from his face.

“We should clean up, noona.” He reached for your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“Just wait a minute longer. I’m not done with you yet.”

He looked up at you curiously, a small smile playing on his lips.

“You’re okay now?”

His smile fell, but he nodded. “I’m sorry I worried you.” He brushed your hair behind your ear.

“You never have to be sorry for that. I’m happy to be here to comfort you whenever you’re feeling like that. I will always worry and love you in equal amounts. You’re everything to me, Felix. I love you, so much.”

The smile returned. “You’re everything to me, too. It’s why I’m so thankful to have you.” He gave you a chaste kiss, then another. Finally he buried his head back into your chest, nuzzling until he was comfortable. It only lasted a minute before he spoke into your skin. “We have to clean up.”

“Noooo,” you grumbled. “Why can’t you clean up and let me be disgusting and rest.”

“What kind of man would I be if I made a mess of you and didn’t clean you up?”

“A decent, kind man. Who loves me.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I do love you, but I can’t leave you like this.” He pecked your lips. “But, I can bring the cleaning to you.” He tried to move off the sofa, but you grabbed his wrist before he could.

“Wait.”

The curiosity was back in his face as he looked at you.

Reaching for his chin, you brought his lips back on yours, taking his scent and taste in all over again.

#Merry Christmas!#felix #stray kids #felix stray kids #felix scenarios #felix fics #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fics #kpop scenarios #kpop fics #kpop smut #lee yongbok

45 notes · View notes

saeyoungchips · 2 years ago

Text

[6:07 p.m]

the first of december was special for your family. to celebrate the beginning of december, winter, and the christmas season, you were used to the tradition of drinking hot chocolate on this day as a form of welcome.

this year went on with a little surprise as you went downstairs when your mom called you, to be found with your brother's best friend, jaemin, drinking cocoa among your family.

you surely weren't expecting the sight you found in your house's living room, not only because of jaemin but mostly because everyone was wearing ugly christmas sweaters except you.

you politely greeted him, only to discreetly go sit next to your mom and ask her what was happening.

"oh, didn't your brother tell you?" she asked you in surprise. "jaemin's parents aren't in the city right now, so he invited him to stay the day with us."

"what about the sweaters then?" you still didn't understand what all of this was about, and you started to feel a little down as you felt excluded by your own family.

"it's my parents' tradition." jaemin, who seemed to have been eavesdropping on your conversation, intervened to explain. "your mom said all of you would do it for me too, so i wouldn't feel alone."

"oh." was all you could manage to get out of your mouth.

so, jaemin who quickly caught on to your feelings and didn't want you to feel bad because of him, took off his sweater and gave it to you.

"you can have it." he smiled at you with the kindest smile you had ever seen.

after that gentle gesture, you couldn't say no, and when he turned away to your brother, you unconsciously brought it to your nose. the scent that filled your nostrils warmed your insides and made you think that you could get used to seeing jaemin more often this december.

231 notes · View notes

mandu-17 · 2 years ago

Text

Christmas gift | Kim Yoohyeon x fem! reader

Warnings: G!P Yoohyeon, unprotected sex, scratching, biting

Genre: Smut, fluff, kinda mafia au

Wordcount: ~ 1,606

A/N: this is my christmas gift for you since i don't have lingerie (after you read it, it'll make sense). it's kind of an episode of mafia au actually, that i might have already written a whole story about in my note book, if you're interested i can post it one day. anyway i hope you'll enjoy this piece:) as awlays thank you for sticking around, it means the world to me

Snow was falling outside, covering everything with its’ pure color. It seemed as if the whole world stopped for a moment. Streets were empty, as if there was no one left. It was Christmas. After spending and celebrating the whole day with your family, Yoohyeon and you finally had a moment to yourselves. It was the first time the two of you were spending Christmas together.

You had hard time trying to find the perfect gift for your girlfriend. Every time you asked her about what she’d like, Yoohyeon would simply grin at you affirming that you’re everything she’s ever wanted.

So no, she didn’t make it easy on you.

Nevertheless you wanted to surprise her, she definitely deserved something for treating you like a princess these past few months. And it was Christmas after all, everyone should get at least one gift!

You gulped nervously while eyeing your reflection in the mirror. It didn’t remind you that much though. You put on black, lace lingerie. This was your gift for Yoohyeon. The satin fabric of the bra hugged your curves nicely, you had to admit that it was doing its’ work incredibly. You felt very attractive and was sure that your girlfriend would think the same.

With one last, deep breath you quietly opened the door to your bedroom. It was cozily lightened up with yellow Christmas lights. There were also few candles on the chest of drawers. The atmosphere was great for some romance.

Yoohyeon was laying down on the bed with her back resting against the headboard. In her hands she held this psychology book she got from your parents earlier that day. You thought it was adorable of them to get Yoohyeon a gift as well. You knew she also appreciated the gesture.

Leaning against the door frame, you eyed Yoohyeon’s black outfit which made her look so elegant and gorgeous. Gosh she was so hot.

"Are you sneaking up on me?” Amusement present in Yoohyeon’s voice quickly left the moment she looked up from the book. Her eyes traveled, taking everything in.

"Yes, Kim Yoohyeon. I was sneaking up on you in order to deliver a message from Santa.” With a chuckle you took slow steps in her direction, enjoying her intense gaze set on you the whole time.

"And what is the message from Santa?” Yoohyeon smirked, putting the book on the bed table.

She turned to you, setting her feet on the floor. You took it as a clear sign to straddle her, which you gladly did. Familiar heat of Yoohyeon’s body welcomed you bringing this beautiful feeling of belonging. Smoothly, Yoohyeon wrapped her arms around your waist while still admiring your figure in that divine lingerie.

"Merry Christmas.” You whispered against her lips before kissing them sensually. "That’s the message.” You shared a giggle not being able to take eyes off each other.

"I’ve got something for you.” In a quiet, soft tone Yoohyeon murmured after analyzing your features lovingly.

The way she was looking at you knocked all the air from your lungs. Slowly she reached to the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a small velvet box. Your eyes widened once she opened it revealing the most stunning necklace you’d ever seen. Its’ diamonds shone brightly almost as if smiling or winking at you.

"I- You can’t be serious, Yooh. It’s so beautiful.” Mouth hung open, you met her hopeful, sincere eyes.

"I’m glad you like it, babygirl.” She pecked your lips happily before putting the necklace on you. "It looks great but can’t even compare to how breathtaking you are.”

Her words caused your cheeks to flush, you bit your lip shyly. Excitement and happiness rose in your body, all thanks to the girl you were sitting on. Speaking of which.

"Thank you, Yoohyeon.” One kiss. "I love it.” Another kiss. ”I love you.” And another one.

"I love you too, my sweet girl.” Shivers ran down your spine at the husky voice of hers.

In the next second her lips were on your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses meanwhile her hands began exploring the skin on your back, as well as the satin material that still covered some parts.

"Yoohyeon-ah.” You moaned loudly when she sucked on your pulse point. She had your body melting already.

Your response to her actions got her going even more. She harshly grabbed your hips and grinded them against her hardening length.

"I love this lingerie on you, but you won’t mind me taking it off now, will you?” Yoohyeon growled into your ear before grazing it with her teeth.

"Take it all off.” With a whine you let your eyes close in bliss. Your bra was gone in a moment giving Yoohyeon another opportunity to please you - something she’d never ever deny.

While she was massaging and sucking on your breasts you did your best to unbutton her shirt. It did take you lot of time and effort since Yoohyeon’s touch felt so good. Once your girlfriend was also topless in front of you, you caressed her skin with love, admiring the lines of her collar bones, muscles and warmth.

Her dark eyes somehow shined at you.

She let you take control for a moment. She let you do whatever you wished. So you lowered your hand to the belt of her jeans. Yoohyeon sighed in relief once her member was standing tall freely. You began to stroke it gently at first before speeding up and pumping her member up and down. Your girlfriend moaned, her whole body relaxing. The way her eyes darkened with lust made you squeeze your thighs in anticipation.

You truly couldn’t wait to have her.

Passionately, you pressed your lips against hers, short before you trapped her bottom one between your teeth.

"I need you, baby.” You sounded desperate, but were far from caring. Besides, Yoohyeon didn’t need to be told twice.

She got rid of your underwear causing you to stand up. Using the situation right away, you also took off the remaining parts of her clothing. Once both of you were nude, Yoohyeon took your hand and pulled you back onto her lap. Humming you kissed her again, enjoying the feeling of her skin directly against yours.

As Yoohyeon’s tongue was exploring the inside of your mouth her hands grew impatient. She lowered your hips a bit signaling that she was indeed ready. You pulled away a bit in order to look into her eyes. It was one of your favorite things when it came to being intimate with Yoohyeon. Watching her and keeping eye contact.

First entrance was smooth, relieving. Almost like putting two fitting puzzles together. You let out a shaky moan feeling Yoohyeon’s shaft deep inside you. She was filling you incredibly while stretching out just right. The two of you didn’t even need words. Yoohyeon’s quiet groans were more than enough to let you know that you were moving your hips in a very good rhythm. It wasn’t fast though, you took your time while enjoying the sweet love making to the maximum.

"Just like that. Don’t stop, baby.” Your girlfriend leaned back to get a better view at you. The sight was deliciously sinful. No one ever made her feel this way. She watched you move your body and ride her, as if hypnotized. Yoohyeon husked, her nails digging into the skin of your hips. "You’ve been such a good girl. Taking all of me in so well.”

"Fuck, Yoohyeon.” You weren’t even able to form a logical sentence. Your eyes rolled in pleasure when you angled your hips differently, hitting that spot perfectly.

Despite the burning spreading through your thighs, there was no way you’d stop. Especially when Yoohyeon finally started thrusting into you, bringing even more pleasure to both of you. Then you felt her hot breaths fanning your neck and her teeth sinking in your skin. Like a hungry vampire she marked you with long-lasting love bites.

If there only was a way to make it possible, she’d stay between your thighs days and nights.

The pleasure was overwhelming, you let out small gasps as you scratched Yoohyeon’s back leaving long, red traces. In response she groaned against your neck sending warm vibrations through your body. Getting a hold of her nape, you raised her head to smash your lips against hers in another lustful kiss. Both of your arms remained wrapped around Yoohyeon, as your tongue was dancing freely with hers. She hugged you closer, her hands assisting your hips while they chased after blissfulness so desperately. A beautiful bubble was created around the two of you, nothing else mattered.

“Yoohyeon, right there.” You suddenly whimpered, your whole body shaking and feeling sore already, yet you were so close. You just needed a tiny little push.

And Yoohyeon knew what it was. She always knew how to satisfy you.

She squeezed your hips and smashed them down on her shaft one last time, aiming for that special spot. You cried out loudly at the sensation, back arching your juices started covering Yoohyeon’s cock and choking it for its’ dear life. With eyes tightly shut you rode out your high.

The unholy sight itself was enough for Yoohyeon to come as well. Your sweet moans built her ego, yet ruined her at the same time. The warmth and tightness of your walls around her member truly felt like heaven on Earth. She was weak for you. Gladly, she let herself get lost in your body as waves of pure pleasure washed over her.

She didn’t lie to you when she said you were the perfect gift yourself.

#kpop #kpop x reader #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #kpop imagine #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher smut #dreamcatcher imagine #dreamcatcher scenario #yoohyeon #dreamcatcher yoohyeon #kim yoohyeon #yoohyeon x reader #yoohyeon smut #christmas smut #kpop christmas #christmas time

163 notes · View notes

filmofhybe · 1 year ago

Text

A better Christmas

💌 pairing : Yang jungwon x oc 🎞️ GENRE : fluff , costumer x barista 800 wc

Warning : jungwon just went through a break up on Christmas.

Masterlist to my other works

Jungwon stepped into the warm glow of Y/N's cafe, the chill warm colored Christmas night clinging to him like a shadow. The bell above the door chimed softly as he entered, drawing Y/N's attention from behind the counter. Her eyes met his, and for a moment, there was a silent understanding. Well was be going to be happy after his girl- I mean ex girlfriend broke up with him ok Christmas Day.

Y/n sensed the heaviness in Jungwon's demeanor, the weight of a recent breakup etched across his face, she could tell every costumers story just by looking at their face. It was Christmas Day, a time when joy should abound, even during the day time many lovely people filled the café, but for him, she could tell he was having a lonely night. She decided to be the warmth he needed.

As the last customer, Jungwon took a seat by the window, his gaze lost in the swirling snow outside. Y/n, compassionate and perceptive, prepared a comforting cup of hot chocolate. The steam curled into the air, a tangible reassurance that some warmth remained in the world.

Setting the cup before him, Y/N spoke gently, "I hope this warms you up a little. Christmas can be tough sometimes."

Jungwon managed a faint smile, appreciating the genuine concern in her eyes. The warmth of the hot chocolate seeped into his cold soul as he touches the delicate mug, providing solace even if just for a moment. Y/n continued with her duties, but her attention lingered on him, sensing the need for more than just a beverage.

After a while, Y/N decided to close up the shop, realizing the solitude Jungwon faced and how he was very much still in his thoughts. As she locked the door, she invited him to join her at a nearby table. "You don't have to be alone tonight. Sometimes sharing the pain makes it a little easier to bear."

They sat in the dimly lit cafe, the Christmas lights casting a soft glow. “She broke up with me..” that’s what jungwon said, as he looks up to y/n, a gorgeous yet beautiful and kind women that just made his Christmas a little bit better by listened to him pouring his his heart out, the wounds of a broken relationship still raw. She offered words of comfort and understanding, a soothing balm to his wounded spirit. “I know it hurts to separate with your ex partner in such a special day, but trust me your worth more than her.”

As the night wore on, Y/N's compassionate presence became a source of solace for Jungwon. The weight on his shoulders seemed to lift, if only slightly. He realized that in the midst of heartbreak, a connection had blossomed – an unexpected friendship that held the promise of healing. Jungwon smiling from time to time at her lovely stories. His dimple showing and for once, someone noticed how adorable it was - and it was y/n.

When it was time for Jungwon to leave, Y/n walked him to the bus stop. The snowfall had intensified, creating a serene backdrop to their parting. Before boarding his bus, Jungwon turned to her with gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you for being there tonight. You made a difficult day a little easier to bear," he said, his voice carrying a newfound warmth.

Y/n smiled, "You're always welcome here. Take care, and remember, you're not alone." She said as she waved good bye to him, continue to walk back to her apartment down the road.

In the following days, Jungwon found himself drawn to y/n’s cafe like a moth to a flame. He sought refuge in the familiarity of her company, finding comfort in the simple moments they shared. Y/n with her empathetic nature, welcomed him without judgment, understanding the fragility of healing hearts.

Their conversations ranged from lighthearted banter to the depths of their personal experiences. Y/n became a confidante, and Jungwon, in turn, offered his support and friendship. The cafe transformed into a sanctuary for both, a place where the wounds of the past could be acknowledged and, eventually, mended.

As weeks turned into months, the pain that once gripped Jungwon began to loosen its hold. Y/n’s kindness and companionship played a crucial role in his healing process. The bond they forged over shared stories and laughter grew stronger with each passing day.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, Jungwon looked at Y/N with a genuine smile. "You know, you've been my saving grace. I can't thank you enough." Y/N chuckled, "We all need someone to lean on. I'm just glad I could be that someone for you."

Their friendship deepened, transcending the initial connection formed on that lonely Christmas night. Jungwon continued to visit the cafe, not out of a lingering sadness, but because he found solace in the warmth of y/n’s presence. The cafe, once a refuge in times of sorrow, became a symbol of newfound joy and a better Christmas for the both.

#kflixnet #k lables #k neighborhood #k films #🥥 하이브의 영화 #⛸️*.❅·🧣⋆ 24 days of christmas with filmofhybe #enhypen jungwon #jungwon imagines #jungwon fluff #yang jungwon x y/n #jungwon x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #kpop fanfic

46 notes · View notes

strayfoxxchan · 2 years ago

Text

Merry Chris-mas!

Pairing: Bang Chan (Chris) x f!reader (Y/N)

Genre: Fluff, Christmas

Content Warning: None

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! I really appreciate the love I’ve been getting on the little series I’ve been working on, I honestly wasn’t expecting anyone to see any of it. As a token of my appreciation, here’s a very very short little fluff piece.

“Wake up, baby girl,” the voice seems to permeate her half-dreaming subconscious, beckoning her back to the land of the living. Y/N reaches her hands out, pawing at the source to hush so she could keep sleeping.

“Come on, princess, wake up!” Chris throws his body on top of Y/N, wrapping his arms around her and planting kisses on her head and cheeks. “It’s Christmas; you have to wake up!” The love assault continues as Y/N’s grumbles turn into fits of laughter. She mockingly bats her fists at his chest, attempting to push the muscular body off of her.

“Get off, get off! I’m awake! Stop!” she laughs. “Since when do you wake up this early?”

“Since it’s Christmas?” Chris sits up, rolling back to the edge of the bed. “It’s gift opening time!”

“Chris,” Y/N looks at him seriously. “I thought we agreed on no gifts? We can’t all be talented and rich.”

“What if I didn’t spend any money on it?” He arches a brow, looking at her with a devilish grin. “Get out of bed!” Chris stands up and walks to the closet. Then, he pulls on a hoodie and leaves the room humming to himself, a tune Y/N hasn’t heard before.

Y/N barely musters the strength the slide out of the very cozy bed. She stretches with a groan, kicking her feet into the slippers by her nightstand. Y/N then shuffles her way across the room and through the door.

The two had only recently moved in together, and most of their things were still in cardboard boxes scattered about the apartment. It was hard to find the motivation when half of the pair was busy producing record-breaking music with seven kids, and the other was working long days in an office job staring at a computer for hours on end. Still, they had managed to procure a tree, which they mostly decorated with things they had found in boxes as they unpacked. These decorations included but were not limited to: a pair of boxers, a Deadpool action figure, a stuffed wolf, and a few paper plates that they had painstakingly cut into snowflakes on a particularly late night.

Chris is sitting on the couch with his laptop propped up on a pillow. He’s got a pair of headphones hanging on his head, one side flipped off to the back of his head. His hand cups his chin and his mouth hangs open slightly, a trademark pose as he focuses on his task.

“After all that ruckus, you’re working? On Christmas.” Y/N places a hand on her hip accusingly.

“Just give me a second, yeah?” He waves his hand at her. “Breakfast is on the stove.”

Y/N raises her eyebrow. She knew he could cook, but that wasn’t the problem. Normally, she was the one who took care of breakfast as his idea of breakfast usually included a big bowl of rice with some chicken. She preferred to cook something a little more substantial and flavorful. As she makes her way to the kitchen, she is somehow even more shocked to find that all he’s made are two types of toast: vegemite toast and fairy bread with a healthy side of… Milo. She can’t hide the snort that escapes, but she appreciates the gesture. It’s a symbol of home for him, and she knew the holidays often made him homesick.

“Lix is coming over soon, leave some for him!” Chris calls from across the room. Y/N smiles to herself. She puts a slice of fairy bread in her mouth, holding it there to free up a hand for the vegemite toast and milo. She walks back to sit with Chris on the couch, shoving the vegemite toast in his mouth.

“I know we said no gifts, but I got you something,” Y/N says, pulling something out of her pajama pocket.

“Weren’t you upset with me not even 5 minutes ago? What happened to no gifts?”

“I changed my mind,” she holds out the small metal object to him, and he takes it in his hand. He brings it close to his face: it’s a tiny statuette of a little dog.

“Berry?!” His face lights up. “How? What? This is so cool!”

“They had these weird… kits at the store where you can sculpt a little thing and then put it in another thing, and then it turns into metal. I can’t explain the science but it was the only thing I could think to make,” she laughs.

“It's amazing. You’re incredible,” has says, kissing her cheek again.

“Me next?” She holds her empty hand out.

In response, Chris places his hand on hers. “It’s me, I’m the gift!” He pulls her hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it before placing it in his lap, laughing. “Kidding, kidding.” He removes the headphones, places them on her head, and then hits play. Chris wraps his arms around her, pulling her into a cuddle as she listens. “Merry Christmas, babe.”

–

A ding on Y/N’s phone pulls her out of her absent-minded daydream. She shakes her head, not realizing she had fallen asleep on her apartment couch.

1 New Message

Channie 🖤🐺

Ready for our date? I’m out in the courtyard already, let’s go!

#bang chan #bang chan scenarios #bang chan x reader #bang chan imagines #chris bang #christopher bang #christopher bahng #stray kids #skz x reader #skz scenarios #skz #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #christmas

144 notes · View notes

teen6ge · 2 years ago

Text

a nonsense christmas; kmg.

pairing: female!reader x bf!gyu

plot: mingyu has had it with his christmas costume... until he sees yours.

genre: fluff!!!!! a bit comedy too.

word count: 800

warnings: mentions of sexy word play(?) idk how to describe it, but anyway.

a/n: english is not my first english, so forgive me for the errors (also maybe try to disregard it idk sksmdm); i wrote this down while listening to sabrina carpenter's song that is also the title (*^‧^*) it's been quite a while since i posted something here and i do have a scenario to actually write down but i couldn't come up with anything good... anyway, if y'all want a part two or something like this with any other member, lmk! also, i do accept requests and such, so feel free! anyway, here we go. hope you enjoy it <3

"remind me why did i let you convince me into this again?" you laughed slightly at mingyu's whining while fixing his santa's clothes. you can't deny he did look good.

"i told you not to bet on soccer games with my dad, didn't i? i'm his lucky charm and he's always right." once you finished, you take a few steps back so you can look at him better.

crossing his arms and frowning, he asks "so... you're telling me my own girlfriend was the reason i lost the bet?!" as you smile and nod in agreement, he lets out a grunt in betrayal "i can't believe this!" you get closer to him again, hugging his waist while peppering kisses on his face, still not covered with the fake white beard.

"c'mon, baby... you're santa, not the grinch... let's go, my little cousins are going to freak out! oh and don't forget the beard."

the christmas party at your parents house was always a huge event. ever since you were little, your house would be filled with your family and your parents' friends. that was actually how you met mingyu and his parents. you were 6 and he was 8 at the time and you both would go play with other kids around the house. you always had a crush on him, but he only found out when you were graduating high school.

actually, his graduation gift for you was a kiss when he finally got you alone. and, without realising it, he was also your first kiss. ever since then, you started going out and, soon enough, you were dating. you are together for 5 years now and you've never been happier.

thinking about all those years, all those memories makes your heart flutter, and you can't believe how lucky you are to have met your soulmate ever since you were little. looking at him now, watching as he attentively listens to your little cousin asks for her christmas gift. she's sitting on his lap, his eyes focusing on her while he forces a different voice to talk to her so she doesn't know he is mingyu.

you excuse yourself while you run to the pool house, where you and mingyu are going to sleep tonight, and you close the curtains so nobody could look at what you are going to do. mingyu doesn't have to suffer alone with a christmas costume.

the second mingyu closes the door to the pool house, he lets his body rest against it while closing his eyes and removing the stupid hot fake beard and beanie, throwing it to the side. he sighs heavily, voice tired as he speaks. "baby, i swear to god i'll never ever bet with your dad again. you're absolutely right. fuck, this costume is horrible."

with no answer to his complaint, mingyu opens his eyes, frowning when he notices the room is completely dark and silent. he had seen you enter the pool house an hour ago, just assuming you were already too tired to continue partying. it's not like the party went on for too long, but he missed you a lot. but then... it's unusual for him to think that you'd sleep in the dark, he knows you too well that you can only rest properly if there's at least a lamp on.

taking a few steps towards the light switch, mingyu calls out your name, obviously not receiving an answer. the second his finger turn the lights on, the whole place lits up with fairy lights hanging from the ceiling. when mingyu looks at you, his jaw drops with how stunning and stupidly hot you look, which makes you smile satisfied.

you're wearing a mini red skirt with white fluffy edges that matches with your tank top and your santa beanie, along with thigh high black boots and gloves adorning your hands. there's also a string of the fairy lights around your body and a candy cane in your mouth while you're on your knees on the bed.

"surprise!" you say with little difficulty due to the candy. mingyu hasn't moved since he layed his eyes on you, afraid he will wake up at any moment now. you tilt your head a little to the side, candy falling from your lips so you could talk to him better. "gyu?"

it takes a few seconds for mingyu to recompose himself and finally close his mouth, now rubbing his face with both of his hands. oh, this is real he thinks to himself.

"baby, what... how... when did you...?" yep, you broke him. you laugh at his reaction, finally untangling yourself and standing up to walk towards him.

"well... isn't santa going to take care of his misses claus?" your hands pull him closer by his belt, smiling while biting your lip. now it's his turn to laugh.

"yeah... i've got a huge north pole and big snow balls for her as a christmas gift."

#seventeen #mingyu svt #mingyu fluff #mingyu scenarios #mingyu fanfic #svt fluff #svt christmas #christmas scenarios #svt scenarios #scenarios #kpop scenarios #kim mingyu fluff #kim mingyu scenario

124 notes · View notes

littlecherryhuanlin · 2 years ago

Text

The First Snow- Johnny Suh

This story is part of a special series for Christmas, you can follow the updates on the calendar, for more content feel free to check my masterlist.

Word Count: 0.62k

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst, established relationship, overwork (implicit), subtle mentions of relationship problems such as lack of quality time and miscommunication.

The smell of hot chocolate invaded Johnny's nostrils while YN placed two cups full of the warm liquid on the table in front of him, a shiver running through his body when his cold hands touched the hot object, the design on the mug making him smile unconsciously reminding him of Jisung, YN soon slipped into the boy's lap, quickly covering herself with a double blanket and picking up her Anna mug that matched his one.

It was relatively cold and any ordinary person would have been locked inside under warm blankets, but not them; Johnny had insisted that they should stay out in the yard waiting for the snow, the one he claimed was coming today. Johnny had checked as many meteorology channels as he could, and if he said he hadn't been over-enthusiastic with most of them agreeing that the snow should arrive that week in Seoul he would be lying.

- We're going to get sick - said the girl taking a sip of the brown liquid and turning around to get a marshmallow from her boyfriend's cup - and I still don't understand why.

- We won't get sick - he placed the cup on the table pulling his girlfriend's hood around, placing it where it should be, and leaving a light touch on her nose - if you dress appropriately for the occasion.

- Occasion? An event in our backyard that we don't even know if it will happen- She said retorting only to have her boyfriend pulling her close while sticking his head in her neck almost making her drop the cup in her hands while muttering what she deduced were contestations to her claims- I still don't understand why you're so obsessed with it, we can watch the snow together anytime.

-That's not true- he huffed pulling away from the girl, they both knew that anything between them had to be meticulously planned due to their schedules and that even simple moments like sitting together had been difficult lately, which led the couple to some disagreements- and it would be different... - YN studied his face carefully, Johnny was definitely worried and invested in the idea of watching the snow with her, slowly the woman leaned towards him as asking him to continue - the first snow is special, now be quiet and look straight ahead.

- Well- the girl let out a little giggle seeing her boyfriend who almost never got frustrated blushing violently and looking away, quickly turning around to check if she wasn't missing anything she turned back to him determined to get an explanation- different how, my love?

- Couples who watch the first snow together stay together- His answer took YN completely off guard, obviously, the girl had heard the saying before, however, she never thought that Johnny believed in it - And I don't want to be separated from you.

Without thinking twice, YN pulled Johnny to her sealing their lips in a tender and affectionate kiss, of course she was also worried about their current situation, but seeing her boyfriend openly trying his best to keep them together, even waiting in the excruciating cold, touched her deeply.

When they parted ways, YN couldn't help but appreciate his beautiful features until something caught her eye out of the corner: snowflakes.

- No worries then- Johnny opened his eyes with a confused expression, noticing the smile on his girlfriend's face he decided to follow her gaze only to find what he wanted so much, the first snow of the year, bright and warmer than he thought it would be, with his lover in his arms he couldn't help but smile- I think we're going to be together for a long time.

Please do not copy and translate this work without permission, all creative work is copyrighted and therefore plagiarism is a crime.

©littlecherryhuanlin 2022 - 2023

98 notes · View notes

thewonandonly · 2 years ago

Text

SIXTEEN ;; double take manager

PARK SEONGHWA is a stone-cold, cantankerous punk-rock player. He hates everything about the world, and if he had just one chance, he’d do anything to keep the best thing about the world in his arms; you, the complete opposite of everything he’s ever built up to hate.

PREVIOUS / NEXT | masterlist

TAGLIST ;; @punks-rad @atinytinaa @prince-mingki @dear-dreamie @yoongiigolden @noonaishere @naiify @kodzukein

87 notes · View notes

skzfairyyydreamz · 11 months ago

Text

Merry Skzmas! 🎄❤️

Genre: Smau, Textpost, Moodboard, Fluff, Comfort, OT8

a/n: the holidays are usually really tough for me and i get pretty sad around this tike of year and if anybody else is experiencing this as well, you are not alone and i hope this brings at least someone a little bit of warmth and comfort! Thank you for being here, happy holidays. ~Fae 🧚🏽‍♀️

Taglist: @hanniemylovelyquokka @goblinracha @tinyelfperson (open)

buy me a coffee?

55 notes · View notes

braemjeorn · 10 months ago

Text

i am fervently attached to this scene

(first of all, apologies for the bad audio. my screen-record tools aren't that... yeah.)

I'm bothered that the girls are on the barre with... vinyl loafers(?), but shotaro's confident entrance turning awkward is so endearing. I would giggle if I were among those girls (you know girls would.) honestly what came to my head during this scene is just: school-senior-taro-who-you-think-is-just-cute-and-sweet-at-first-but-the-closer-you-look-the-cooler-he-gets. which could also be the entire progression of me biasing him since his debut for nct 2020. so yes, let this feed into all those high-school aus.

ah, his styling for this scene is so handsome now that I'm looking at the clip again. his little smile at the beginning too, cutie >.<

#braem rambles #braem's rambling #one more content in the archive to giggle and kick our feet on #riize imagines #riize fluff #riize shotaro #osaki shotaro #shotaro #shotaro moodboard #riize headcanons #riize thoughts #love 119 #riize scenarios #riize soft thoughts #riize au #riize aesthetic #kpop christmas #shotaro fluff

19 notes · View notes

lucuslavigne · 1 year ago

Text

CL + Leitora – preparativos para o natal.

SFW dps do corte.

Chaerin nunca foi de ficar ansiosa para o natal, mas, isso mudou depois de te conhecer. Te ver tão animada e empolgada para a data a deixava da mesma forma.

— E se nossa decoração esse ano fosse rosa? — a perguntou segurando um pequeno caderno cheio de anotações.

— Você sabe que independente do que eu decidir eu sempre vou deixar você fazer do seu jeito, não sabe? — te respondeu sorrindo.

— Eu sei Chae. — sorriu de volta. — Mas eu quero sua opinião.

— Eu acho que rosa vai combinar com a árvore que você quer comprar. — te deu um beijo na bochecha, olhando suas anotações logo depois.

— Então vai ser rosa! — fez mais uma anotação.

— P'ra que tanta anotação hein? — perguntou.

— Eu preciso me organizar. — a falou.

— Mas precisa mesmo de tudo isso? — ficou surpresa quando você virou a página e viu que tinha mais anotações. — Não é só montar uma árvore? — riu de leve.

— Claro que não! — a olhou indignada.

— Não? — te olhou sem graça.

— A gente também faz as comidas típicas de natal, canta as músicas, dá presentes... — a explicou. — Tem mais coisas, mas, as principais são essas.

— Entendi. — sentou no sofá. — E você já fez uma playlist?

— Fiz sim! — sorriu. — Mas você só vai escutar no natal.

— Ah não! — fez bico. — Deixa eu escutar só uma música então.

— Só uma. — pegou o celular, deixando Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree começar a tocar.

Chaerin se concentrou no ritmo, também prestando atenção na letra, dando um leve sorriso ao perceber que havia gostado da música.

A Lee nunca havia de fato aproveitado o natal, já que sempre fora muito ocupada com sua vida acadêmica e artística, então aproveitar essa data com você, pela primeira vez, iria ser uma experiência nova.

— Gostei da música. — disse.

— Sério? — a olhou com brilho nos olhos, a vendo vir até você com um sorrisinho nos lábios.

— Sim. — te deu um selinho. — É uma música gostosa de ouvir.

— Que bom que gostou. — sorriu mais ainda.

Você e Chaerin agora estavam mais ansiosas que nunca para a data, organizando tudo com antecedência para nada dar errado e estragar a festividade, mas a melhor parte definitivamente, é que vocês estariam juntas, comemorando, na casa de vocês, sem julgamentos alheios.

#nene e seus surtos #┈─ nene's mind ✶#nene's christmas 🎄#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #cl scenarios #lee chaerin #Spotify

3 notes · View notes

keepingloveagainkw · 2 years ago

Text

Hello fellow Kyuwook shippers~

Since it’s the Christmas season, I was thinking of scribbling a small something matching the festive period. I’m also working on my ongoing fanfic at the moment, therefore I won’t have enough time for a properly articulated work, however I was considering to open a sort of suggestions/prompts dump for drabbles or one shots regardless.

So drop me a message, if you’d like to reach out and leave some scenarios or prompts and I will try my best to scribble and post as many, like an advent calendar lol

6 notes · View notes

dalamjisung · 11 months ago

Text

reblogging this in the spirit of Christmas!! Merry Christmas everyone <3

this christmas ❃ jackson wang

genre: christmas fluff!

word count: 2196

pairing: reader x jackson wang

description: every hallmark of your relationship happened on christmas. what happens when he has to leave?

(suggestion: read with THIS CHRISTMAS by OH WONDER playing –> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0TT3GTguB8)

You weren’t sure if it was the snow, the cold, or the memories that sent goosebumps down your body. You had a mug of hot chocolate in your hand,– a tradition you never gave up on,– as you look through the window, watching the people run to take shelter, and the cars carefully speed through the street. It was your favorite time of the year, and yet, it wasn’t the same.

This was your firs Christmas alone in three years, and you felt as lonely as one could. Your friends offered to come over, but you rather be alone, if not with him. Your parents offer too, but they never really liked Christmas much. Then there are your neighbors, your boss, the bartender that hits on you at the coffee shop, even your old college roommate reaches out and invites you out for a Christmas celebration; they all offer you company, and that just it, isn’t it? You don’t want an offer; you don’t want a half meant invitation to hang out, because you want to be with someone that wants to be with you, too.

You sigh, tiredly rubbing your sore shoulder, and your eyes follow a couple walking down the street, and you are sure you can hear them humming a familiar song– one that you also used to hum.

“Wake up, love,”

“No,” You groan, turning to face him and hide your face on his chest. “Five more minutes.”

“It’s never just five minutes with you,” He says and you can practically hear his smile. Suddenly you gasp, feeling his ice cold hands on your back, under your shirt. “Come on, Y/N, get up, my love.”

“Jackson,” You whine, moving away from his hands. “Noooo.”

“Yeeees,” He says and grabs your waist, bringing you closer to his body again.

“I’ll get up, I’ll get up,” You laugh, a bit more awake.

“Finally,” He mumbles, eyes locked on your face as you faced him. He was smiling a wide smile you loved very much– one he reserved just for you, in mornings like this.

“…only if you sing to me,” You say, grinning wide and laying back on his chest. Your arms go around his frame and you hold on tight– you never know when he has to leave again.

“Any special requests?”

“You know the one,” You mumble.

And he really did. His voice was like raw honey in the morning, and you allowed it to overflow onto your body, warming you down to your toes. You remember falling asleep as you hummed to the song.

Funny how things work. You two always promised to spend Christmas together, for not only was your favorite time of the year, but it was how you two met, after all.

“Y/N,” Your friend whined. “Please come with me.”

“Why would I want to go to a corporate party during Christmas?” You ask her, slightly uncomfortable with the idea of not knowing anyone there. “I don’t even work with you!”

“You’ll be my plus one,” She says, rolling her eyes. “And you say ‘corporate’ as if it’s a bad thing-“

“It is a bad thing!” Your shriek, laughing incredulously.

“I work for an entertainment agency,” She defends. “Think of all the hot idols, and the good food, and the expensive drinks.”

She did have a point.

In the end, you go– bot for the hot idols, or the good food, or the expensive drink; but for your friend. She is not really a fan of the season, and just to see her happy and wanting to celebrate made you happy and wanting to celebrate. More.

It’s almost midnight when you notice him, and of course you know who he is. Jackson Wang. But you don’t really focus on that, instead choosing to laugh at his choice of attire; similar to you, Jackson chose the ugliest Christmas sweater he could find, and like that he went to the party. Maybe it was because you were too loud, but he looks at you, and his eyes instantly light up.

“Oh!” He shouts, and pulls his friend towards you. “Look Jinyoung, look! She’s also wearing an ugly sweater.”

Trying to make up for the lack of manners of his friend, Jinyoung smiles and introduces them both. Soon, he leaves the talk, but you didn’t notice at the moment. It is only when Jackson tells you that story again during your first date that you remember Jinyoung was even there.

You see a yellow taxi zooming through the street and you can’t fight a smile blooming. You wonder who is trying to get home; and you wonder if they have anyone waiting for them, just like you were– sitting on a chair, looking out the window, with a, now, lukewarm mug of hot chocolate.

“You’ll wait for me, won’t you?” Jackson asks for the up tenth time, butting his lips in nervousness before looking at the boarding gate.

“Hey,” You call softly, squishing his cheeks in the enduring way you know he hates. “I’ll always be waiting for you to come back, yeah?”

“What if that changes?” He mumbles, and your heart hurts when you see tears in his eyes. “I mean, it must be a fucking pain in the ass, always having to wait for your boyfriend to come home from tour… months apart and all.”

“It is a pain in the ass,” You shrug, kissing his pouty lips. “But is my pain in the ass. And please refrain from making jokes right now.”

He chuckles. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Wang,” You say lightly tapping his butt, and ignoring the shutter of the cameras around you. It’s a talent, really, the way you could just pretend they weren’t there. “Now go break some hearts.”

“That’s not what we do!” He whines, allowing Jaebeom to pull him away from you.

Just as you are about to turn around, you hear him scream your name, running towards you, and you brace yourself. One last kiss, you think, and there it is. His mouth on yours, moving, pleading.

Wait for me, it says.

Always.

You chuckle, remembering the amount of tabloid links you received the next day. Your friends always make fun of you for being on gossip magazines, but you would shrug and say that it is a small price to pay for a Jackson Wang. Even when you are pissed at him; when you want to slap some sense into him– it’s still a very small price to pay.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Jackson?” You shout, marching inside your shared apartment.

He sighs. “Please lower your voice, I-“

“Don’t,” You sneer, and he knows better than not listening to you. “You promised me.”

Fights with you two were always like that; you losing it and him trying to be composed. He hated seeing you upset, really, but he knew there was no avoiding it. No relationship would survive without a few fights here and there.

“It’s not like I have a choice!” He defends himself. “It’s not like I looked at JYP and said, ‘hey, please book our last show on Christmas night!’”

“But did you even contest it?” You ask, trying to calm down. “Did you even try?”

“I-“ He chokes on his words. “I don’t know what you expect from me, Y/N… it’s my job.”

“Yeah,” You say, holding back sob. “It is, isn’t it?”

“Babe…” He sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” You say, and turn around, mindlessly walking to kitchen. “Go pack. You leave tomorrow.”

“Y/N,” He pleads. “Please. I don’t wanna leave you for three months with this in between us.”

“It’s fine, really,” You say, defeated. “I was overreacting. It’s just Christmas. It doesn’t really matter.”

And he didn’t know what hurt the most; hearing you say that, or finding you sleeping in the couch in the middle of the night.

Truth is, you regretted that night. Yes, Christmas is important for you– always was, always will be. When you were little you would always build the tree by yourself, and put the present under them so that you could wake up to a ‘surprise.’ You always loved the idea of Santa Claus, still do, because at least that showed you that there was still something good.

You met Jackson when you were going through a rough patch; you had been fired, and for a while, you couldn’t look forward to anything besides Christmas, so meeting him on that fateful day could’ve only been the universe saying ‘here you go, something worth looking forward to.’ And he knew; he knew about all of it and that is why he only officially asked you to move in with him a year later, on Christmas day. It turned into an unsaid thing in between you two; important things would always be announced on Christmas. So the fact that he isn’t there with you on Christmas Day shattered you, but you knew there is nothing he could do. It was his job, after all; but you’ll be damned if you say you wouldn’t give anything to have him there, sitting with you on his lap, drinking hot chocolate and listening to Christmas songs.

You’d give all the snow and sleigh bells to hear him whisper in your ear how much he loved you; all the cold and mistletoes, just to have his arms around you. You’d give anything.

With a sigh, you start waking up your body; your first move your arms, and then you untuck your legs from underneath your body. You’ve been sitting there since the morning, and when you try to call Jackson, the fight just another looming insecurity over your head, he didn’t pick up; so you’ve been waiting for him to call you back ever since. You know his last show of the tour is tonight, but it’s had been over for hours, now, and still nothing from your boyfriend. Even his members called you…

Just as you are about to stand up and take your empty mug– and the filled one, standing on the window sill– to the sink, you notice another cab, slowing down as it comes down your street. You chuckle, but it dies as soon s the cab stops in front of your building.

No, you think. A lot of people live here. Don’t be an idiot, Y/N, he comes back in two days-

But your line of thought is cut off upon noticing a strangely familiar mess of limbs and hair and jean jacket exciting the car in a hurry.

“No way,” You mumble, squinting out the window still. “No way, no way no way-“

“Way.”

You turn around so fast that the armchair even tips a little bit backwards, making you squeal as he runs to you. When he embraces you, you are already sobbing. You can’t believe he did this.

“I tried,” He mumbles softly in your hair, squeezing you to his chest. “I really did, but this is the best I could do. I’m sorry Christmas is almost over, love.”

“You’re here,” You breath in his scent, hands wondering over his arms, and shoulders, and finally grabbing his face. “You’re really here, on Christmas.”

“Yeah,” He chuckles, mouth kissing you quickly. “Not the whole day but-“

“Fuck that,” You kiss him again; slowly this time. All of your frustrations, all of your hope and sadness, everything suddenly dissipates as soon as he pulls you closer. “You’re here, Jackson. I love you.”

And at that he pulls away, with an animated ‘ha!’ And runs to his backpack discarded by the door.

“Turn around.”

“Why?” You ask.

“Because I’m asking nicely,” He laughs, and tells you again. “Turn around.”

You roll your eyes and do as he says. You are back to your original position, sitting on the armchair, looking out the window; and then he says it again.

“Alright,” He chuckles and is that nervousness that you hear? “Turn around again.”

“Jackson, what the-“

You choke on whatever else you were going to say. In front of you is him, the love of your life, on one knee, holding a ring. You are still on the armchair, hiding behind the backrest, crying silently.

“I’m here, love,” He says, and there it is, the nervousness you hear before. “I’m here, and I don’t want to leave again and even though I will have to, I want you to come with me. Always.”

“Jackson,” You breath out, smiling behind your shaking hands. “You know what I’m asking,” He says. “So get up and come here.”

You have to crawl to him because your legs don’t work.

“We still have,” He looks at his watch. “One hour of Christmas. So marry me, Y/N. Let me spend every single Christmas with you. Fuck it, let’s get married on Christmas!”

“Yes,” You mumble and his eyes go wide, as if he didn’t expect you to say yes. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. I’ll marry you. I love you.”

One kiss and fist bump later, Christmas really begins; with the man you love in your arms, and promises of Christmases to come.

———

jackson is the softest member of got7, i swear 😭 what did you think? let me know! :P

#got7 #got7 imagines #mark tuan #im jaebeom #park jinyoung #jackson wang #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom #imagine #imagines #multifandom imagines #kpop #kpop scenarios #igot7 #christmas #jackson x reader #jackson x you #jackson x y/n

96 notes · View notes