#i thought i'd write about my bias wrecker for a change :)

[hwangzi]

Photoshoot (Natural)

[suggestive just felix teasing the hell out of u]

I / II / III

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"You don't have to be so nervous, babe."

"I'm not."

"Y/n. You're literally biting your nails right now."

Startled, you looked down at your hands, not having registered what you were doing. You felt a reassuring squeeze to your shoulders as you kept staring at the ongoing photoshoot in front of you.

Some renowned magazine had this brilliant idea for Stray Kids to model a new denim line -

With their significant other.

You couldn't help but stare at Bangchan and his girlfriend, who were currently on set.

They looked great together - She was naturally charming and confident, a stunning woman for a stunning man like the leader himself. You observed them with awe, trying to figure out how on earth they managed to goof around like that and at the same time striking Vogue-level poses as if it was their day job.

“Just a casual shoot. Some Valentine’s Day Special,” you recalled Felix telling you a few months ago,

“No pressure."

Yeah. Right.

A couple of meters away from the scene, you were tugging on the slightly revealing neckline of your denim jacket, having second-thoughts about agreeing to this impending fiasco.

Your body wasn’t the source of your uneasiness, but rather that you've never found yourself in a similar situation before and the thought of having a camera and multiple pairs of eyes on you wasn’t exactly the most pleasing scenario. Especially next to your top-model-like boyfriend.

You looked up at said person, currently wrapping his arms around you from the back. Felix was dressed in a light-washed denim button-up and skinny jeans, his hair perfectly tousled with a couple of loose strands hanging into his beautiful face - a breathtaking sight, as always.

His eyes met yours and as if he could read your thoughts, his lips turned into a knowing smile.

"I know you can do this, baby. Just go with the flow." He said, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.

You shrugged, leaning back into his embrace when you heard the director call out your names - Chan and his girlfriend left the set, the staff scurried in to prep everything for Felix and your’s shoot.

The couple high-fived when they reached you two and Chan immediately reassured that you’ll be great, his girlfriend nodding with an encouraging thumbs up. You thanked them shyly before Felix grabbed your hand and lead you to the set.

The only prop available was a black leather couch, on which the photographer instructed Felix to take a seat while you'd hug him from behind.

Your boyfriend switched to professional mode immediately. Changing up his poses and making great facial expressions along with it, his usual routine - whereas you felt like an awkward mess.

After ten minutes, lots of sweating and completely running out of ideas, you sighed in relief when the cameraman asked for a change of positions.

"I have no clue what I'm doing-" You were sitting next to each other now, a tone of despair evident when you whispered to Felix while awkwardly trying to put your head on his shoulder.

"You're doing fine, babe. Just relax," Felix responded calmly and put his arm around you, matching your gestures.

You make it seem so easy, you huffed to yourself.

It wasn't the first time you'd seen Felix at work, regardless, you could never get tired of this sight. Taking the opportunity to appreciate his handsome features, your eyes travelled down his face - from his mesmerising brown orbs over his smooth, radiant skin to his wonderfully curved lips.

He looked regal, like a prince straight out of a fairytale, reminding you of how blessed you were to be with him. In your eyes, he was a prince indeed - inside and out.

But something was different.

His gaze seemed more ambiguous, his eyes never left yours. You instantly identified what he was silently conveying, sensing a sudden, but familiar shift in the atmosphere. Heat began to creep into your cheeks and you averted your gaze before it got any worse - Felix, however, had other plans and turned your head back with his long fingers under your chin.

"YES! That's it- hold that," the photographer cried out in glee and Felix shot you a vicious grin, causing your cheeks to redden even more.

To your further embarrassment, your boyfriend started decreasing the space in between your bodies until you felt his warm breath fan over your skin, his lips only a couple inches away from yours. The camera flashed furiously and you had to hold your breath in attempt to hold out your current position.

Felix noted with great amusement the strong effect he had on you, suppressing a light chuckle. He deliberately let his lips brush yours ever so slightly when he spoke,

"You’re too cute, y/n... Fuck, if these people weren't here, I'd just-"

"Okay great! Now y/n, would you please lay down right there," The photographer cut him off and you nervously checked your surroundings to ensure no one had caught any of the words that just came out of this boy’s mouth, which luckily didn't seem to be the case.

Next, you found yourself underneath him, his dangerously dark eyes making your heart race and tongue darting out to wet his soft lips while he lowered himself onto you.

"Not here, Lix-," you muttered under your breath, placing your hand on his bicep in order to push him back while he, on the other hand, stubbornly resisted.

This man was going to be the death of you and this was not the right moment to put it on display.

"Don’t know what you’re talking about," he teased, fingertips skimming over the fabric of your jacket, making you gulp in nervousness. You were just about to retort something when the director called Felix out.

And to your dismay, instructed him to unbutton his shirt.

"Help me?"

Your wide eyes and pink cheeks forced a chuckle out of him. Despite you quickly dismissing his request, his fingers made quick work opening his shirt, letting it slide over his shoulders, exposing his toned upper body.

You couldn't deny it, seeing his gloriously naked torso did things to you that were rather inappropriate for this occasion. Worst of all, the owner of that gorgeous body was perfectly aware of it.

“Like what you see?” he chuckled, one hand next to your head to support himself and the other in your hair, gingerly taking one of your locks to play with. You could feel the weight of his lower abdomen on your thighs.

“M-maybe...” you avoided his eyes, tempted by your desires but at the same time painfully aware of your current surroundings.

"Aww, look at you... all flustered and turned on for me.” He snickered, taking advantage of your growing weakness.

"Shut up, Felix-"

"Can't wait until we get out of here so I can put these fingers into good use, hmm?" He utilised his typical deep, sexy voice, a devilish smirk tugging on the corner of his lips as he traced yours with his thumb in agonising slowness.

You sent an internal command to your hand as not to slap his mouth shut in order to stop those filthy words from tumbling out of it.

Grabbing one of your hands and placing it on his torso, Felix left you no choice but to surrender, allowing him to come closer. Neither one broke the intense eye contact and you slowly became unaware of the continuous flashing and clicking sounds in the background.

“That’s what you’re thinking right now, isn’t it?” he murmured, delighted by the way you pressed your thighs together in response. His body was now basically pressed to yours, making you wonder if he was able to hear the loud thumping of your heart, too.

“Bet you’re all wet already...” he mouthed into your ear and you gasped, goosebumps spreading all over your body. Without warning, Felix flipped you around so that you were straddling him in between your legs.

Making no signs to stop his provocations, he lazily caressed the side of your body with the back of his hand, staring at you through lust-filled, half-lidded eyes.

“Tell me... What would you like me to do to you, princess?”

Your eyes flickered down to his mouth, the way he tugged his lip in between his teeth. A discreet but effective move.

“Everything is fine if it’s with you..” You confessed, voice barely audible.

Felix’ eyes widened in surprise but he quickly regained his composure, his expression becoming even darker and more sinful.

“Hmm...I like hearing that.” With a mixture of cockiness and arousal, he scanned you from head to toe, shamelessly eye-fucking you, making you curious as to where his fantasies have taken him.

"Lix, please..."

"You’re adorable when you beg, my love,” he purred, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear before chuckling,

“Look at you, so nervous before but looking so damn needy and hot right now. And you don’t even care that you’re being watched."

A soft whimper left your mouth, embarrassed but turned on at the same time, almost to the point of being unbearable.

You realised that it was you who wanted nothing more than to grab him and rip his clothes off here and now...

"Please, Felix, I can’t-"

"AAAAAND - CUT! Thanks guys, that was amazing!”

You snapped out if it, the director’s voice effectively popping the bubble you two had just created. It was even more puzzling to find that Felix had already sat back up, his expression calm and collected as if nothing's happened.

The director approached you, giving the young man a pat on the back.

“Great job distracting y/n there, she improved so much towards the end, the team was shocked,” he gave you a broad smile. You blushed at the compliment, praying that he wouldn’t comment on your currently sweaty and flustered complexion.

Fortunately, the director turned and waved at the next couple, Jisung and his girl, that were currently on stand-by and receiving makeup retouches by the staff.

Feeling partially humiliated, partially thankful for not getting busted and utterly sexually frustrated, you blinked confusedly when the blonde stood up and strode away unbothered, making you question whether your previous conversation was anything more than a wet daydream.

You trailed behind him like a sulky puppy as he thanked the staff and greeted Jisung and his girlfriend before finally turning his attention towards you. Bowing down so his face was close to yours, Felix made sure his next words were meant for only you to hear.

"Don’t worry, baby... I’ll save your reward for later." he then proceeded to walk past you and get changed, leaving you dumbfounded and heated with irritation.

You were just about to raise your voice at him when he beat you to it.

"Oh, and y/n-” He stopped in his tracks and turned around one last time. You glared back at him. This is your last chance for some sort of a rectification, you little shit.

“Who would’ve guessed you were a natural and all you needed was a little provoking?" With the last word suspended in the air between you, Felix disappeared into the dressing room.

You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. Suddenly, an idea popped up in your mind and your previous frown morphed into a mischievous smirk.

Two can play this game, you chuckled, making your way to your own changing room.

Lee Felix just got himself into trouble.

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[mybiasisexo]

Chanyeol-drabble-anon here 🙈🙈 I actually don't want to bother you but you said it is okay to request more and you're writing is so cute 🙈 so if it is okay for you I'd ask for 28 with Lay since he is my total bias wrecker and looked sooo damn fine in the Tempo video and Lay in leather jacket is sooo ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ my heart explodes ❤️❤️❤️ Thanks for being awesome and making me happy!!

DRABBLE GAME 👁

MASTERLIST

(Hello! Love all your requests and hope this one holds up to your expectations! Also, dont ever apologize for interacting with me~)

“I’m so tired of this shit,” you muttered as you haphazardly parked your car on the curb in front of the club you were told he would be in. Frustration caused you to slam the door harder than planned, but you disregarded it as you stomped in. The security guard merely nodded in acknowledgement, so used to your presence by now he knew the drill.

You could hear him before your eyes could adjust to the dim lighting of the nightclub. Near the bar, your client, Zhang Yixing, was in the middle of starting a fight. He didn’t disappoint. As soon as you found him, he swung at the bulky guy that had been standing too close to his face.

You grudgingly jumped into action, rushing in and taking his opponent by the arm, twisting it painfully behind his back. The guy yelped in pain and you used the distraction to kick him away, into two other men who were about to jump in to his defense, the group tumbled to the ground.

They hadn’t given up yet, and as they got to their feet, you leapt over the bar table, grabbing a random empty bottle that held weight before coming back, standing in front of Yixing protectively, holding your makeshift weapon like a baseball bat.

“Move, Bitch,” one of the men snarled at you, eyes seeing red as they stayed pinned to the man behind you.

“Well, that’s a derogatory name for a female werewolf, don’t you think?” You lifted an eyebrow quizzically at the men. Letting them know what you were was risky, but maybe they would back down once they realized you were more powerful than the group of lesser Fae.

But just in case it didn’t, you flipped the bottle over and over in your hand threateningly.

Behind you, Yixing merely watched.

Your impromptu plan worked. The men slowly retreated, sending death stares at the human you shielded. Once they left, you spun around, facing the man you were sworn to protect, fighting the urge to smack him for being an idiot.

He could read all of that on your face. Wordlessly, he led you to a bathroom, taking off his leather jacket and tattered white shirt he was wearing, leaving himself in only his black ripped skinny jeans and boots.

You took in the forming bruises on his toned body with a whistle. “Took quite a beating, huh?”

Avoiding his dark eyes, you turned on the faucet, grabbing a couple paper towels and drenching them. He came behind you, hands latched onto your hips as he dug his nose deep into your hair. “You know you want it, Sweetheart.”

“And what if I do?” You asked, finally locking eyes with him in the mirror. His were filled with obvious lust as he tilted your head to the side, sweeping hair out of his way so that he could leave a tender kiss onto your warm skin.

“Then I’ll leave willingly.” He said. “And we can continue this at my place.”

“Oh, no. You’re going home, Yixing.”

“It’s Lay.” He pulled away, frowning as you turned off the water before checking his response. His hands were curled into fists as he hissed, “How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“About as many times as I have to come here to rescue you after starting some fight with a monster you know damn well could kill you.”

“You wouldn’t have to if you just changed me….” He murmured, eyes pleading.

This was an argument you both kept finding yourselves having lately. You were a werewolf, a part of a powerful pact that your father was alpha of. Yixing’s father was an influential political figure, but he was human. The two of you came from different worlds, yet bounded over the stark similarities. You’ve known Yixing most of your life, as soon as your fathers became good friends.

Growing up, Yixing was the perfect child, the perfect student, the perfect best friend. But, that all changed after you graduated high school. He started hanging out at the grungier parts of the city, wearing dark leather and driving motorcycles. His personality changed with it. He was colder. Refused to let anyone in and was constantly starting fights with anyone who would take the bait—his father in particular.

You were the only person Yixing confided in, which was why his father secretly hired you to be his guardian. Whenever he was in trouble, you were to report to the scene and get him out as unscathed as possible.

You would have done it regardless of the pay. You loved Yixing. It hurt you to see him lose himself like this. And to think it was all because he felt he was born to the wrong family.

He wanted to be a part of yours. He wanted to be a part of a pack.

For the last year, he had been begging you to turn him, to make him one of you. It was tough, because you knew without a single doubt that he was your mate. You also thought he had a hunch of your true connection. If he were a werewolf, everything would be so much easier. But you couldn’t do that to his father, who was like a father to you also.

“Yixing….”

He huffed, knowing what that meant. Instead he took the wet towels still tightly in your grip, whipping the blood off his torso. “You don’t have to come to my rescue. I can defend myself.”

“I know,” you admitted. “But, it’s good to have some backup. I heal faster than you.”

He threw you a look before slipping his jacket back on his shoulders, discarding his shredded shirt in the trash. “You can take me back to my prison now.”

He took his leave, but you quickly grab his arm, stopping him before he could touch the door. He stilled, not daring to even breathe as you pressed yourself against his back as he did to you earlier.

“One day,” you promised lowly, savoring the hitch of his breath. “When you finally get your head out of your ass, I’ll do it. I’ll change you.”

He’s facing you with a werewolf-like quickness, face lit with excitement. “You will?”

Your hands scaled up his exposed chest, higher still to wrap around his neck and bring his face lower, closer to yours. He met you in the middle, kissing you deeply.

Once you separated, you lied to both him and yourself with a smile. “I will.”

[tayegi]

AAAAAAAAAA I FEEL YOU ON RESEMBLING YOUR DAD orz my dad constantly goes on every day that i'm a mini version of him with all of his features just on a female body,,, my sister and mum have delicate figures and feminine faces meanwhile if i chopped off all my hair i'd literally be a boy OTL

i know me too!!! everyone always tells me that my face is so strong and my figure is so hearty while my sister and mom are pale delicate butterflies :”) it’s ok bc id be a hotter man than them 

Anonymous said:Okay but like jungkook biased mom anon here, I literally coulda sworn when I asked her when my brothers were at taekwondo she said she liked taehyung best a few weeks ago but now she's Jungkook biased apparently....? Lol but she did concede that Yoongi, my bias, was very cute. She also admitted that Jimin is her bias wrecker. She's neutral on Jin because his stage name is the same as my last name haha but to her Hoseok is really cute too and Namjoon is super charismatic

OMG YOUR MOM IS SO BASIC HAHAHA. she’s maknae line biased LOL. it’s ok!!!! INTRODUCE HER TO HYUNG LINE AND CHANGE HER LIFE 

Anonymous said:Will the characters in equilibrium not maintain equilibrium in their relationship and fall apart and become complicated like the Bermuda Triangle?

*cue zico’s bermuda triangle* maybeeee 

Anonymous said:About the Prince! Jimin fic, I get strong Marie Antoinette vibes... is it just me?

ahhh im confused how you got french vibes from a very traditionally east asian setting. but i’d love to hear your reasoning! 

Anonymous said:Miss Lu! I dreamt about fencing with Jungkook while Suga and Jin were playing the music score to Pirates of the Caribbean. Rapmon, J-hope, and V were cheering Jungkook on. Needless to say, I kicked Jungkook's ass at fencing. Jimin congratulated me with soft kisses. And then I woke up. Because Jimin is hot, I had a good reason to throw my alarm clock across the room. It was a really weird dream, but at least I destroyed Jungkook with my awesome fencing skills and I got some kisses as a reward.

OMG KASJDFLK THATS THE GREATEST DREAM OF ALL TIME. SEND IT TO ME. GOD KNOWS I NEED IT. starumermo said:Is it me or I just bought 3 bags of those jumbo sized bags hot cheetos, vegan spicy ramen, and cake? Anyways , hope you are doing well😘

...i thought i sent this message to myself for the longest time :”) we are soulmates 

Anonymous said:I love Jin's "my blacksanta" sweatshirt. I love Jin.

WAIT WHAT?? 

Anonymous said:I love how you still have the green background on mobile. Idk why but it comforts me. I also remember when you had the picture with the woman wearing the skirt and heels for the longest lol

haha yeah i really missed that... damn the stalkers fukc up everything 

Anonymous said:Do you listen to kard? I feel like you would like their style of music!

ive listened to a few songs and ive enjoyed it :) 

Anonymous said:NICKI MINAJ IS THE BADDEST BITCH!!! IM SO HAPPY TO KNOW YOU'RE A FAN OF THE QUEEN 👑👑👑👑

YESSSSS MY FIRST AND ULTIMATE GIRL CRUSH OTL 

Anonymous said:I wanna share how Jimin has been ruining my life more. So I watched bts wings concert few days ago here in manila and was at the standing area. When the boys were going to the extension stage, fans started to follow them and me and my sister are short so we decided to move at the back to watch them then I saw (and captured it in my phone) park fckng jimin looking at me not once, not twice but thrice and now idk how i'm still alive. What is he doing to us????!!!!! 😭😭😭

O M F G HOW ARE YOU STILL BREATHING??? ARE YOU OK??? SHOULD I CALL AN AMBULANCE? 

Anonymous said:how come fuckboys are the worst at sex? you'd think they'd fuck enough to learn control and not bust 2 strokes in

L M A O. IVE NEVER READ SOMETHING SO TRUE BEFORE!!!!

showmeyourseoul said:Yahhh!! Imma bout to drop kick that disrespectful, ungrateful hater. Lu, please please please ignore those dumb comments; she is just looking for attention and to get a rise out of you :/ Real fans of your writing know and appreciate all the time and effort you put into your writing and we love and appreciate how you do all of this for US. We are so so so grateful!!

haha i can’t remember the context for this message, but thank you so much!!! it warms my heart that i have respectful, caring anons who will be patient and value my time